Bangkok Foto Dump - May 2025

I'm back. It was a lovely vacation, we had a fair amount of couple time *ahem* if you know what I mean, but I cannot expound because Blogger will probably put a ban on me again.

I found renewed joy in being able to serve again. BIKSS always said I was a service sub. I'm not sure I enjoy being told what to do, or how to serve tho. I'm more a control-freak sub. Plus ok, maybe a bit of it is I want to serve, in general. I enjoy hosting dinners, organising brunches, sorting through tons of still-good clothes, toys and kitchenware to post on my re-homeing groups. There is a FINE line between service and bossiness, as you can see.

Anyway, it's wonderful to be appreciated. We had a lot of good conversation, about us, about our relationship, about how we interact with each other. I made him coffee, did some shopping on his behalf while he was at work, and managed a spot of ironing - and sewing, cos I saw some of his shirt buttons needed reinforcing. They weren't gonna pop off anytime soon, I don't think, but would have at SOME point! 

Our *ahem* couple time was also a little bit more spicy than usual, with some ripping of underwear (disposable panties are awesome!), mild choking, spanks and just a bit more relaxed banter and fun being had all-round. 

There was a point where I said I would endeavour to stroke Roger with my mouth 100 times. And I did. And I think that simple non-complicated act I'd done a thousand times before might have been the highlight of our fun times just because I put a number on it. I dunno what that's about, but it felt very satisfying. 

I got most of my shopping done on the first day! Located a supermarket that I chanced upon on my last trip there (and therefore didn't really take note of which mall it was in) in the second mall I came to... and spent a hundred bucks on snacks and condiments. It was madness. 20% of it was snacks. 80% was condiments. 

Here goes... (in no particular order... I'll post captions along with the pics)

The Promised Land... aka Tops Supermarket where I spent the MOST money in one go

Half of my loot -

Most of it was Namprik,  which is a dried chilli condiment that can be mixed with fish sauce and/or lime or vinegar to make a dipping sauce, or just sprinkled over a dish (rice, stir fry veggies, fried noodles etc). Some of it is plain dried chilli seasoned with shallots and garlic and what not, but I also got some with dried fish, dried squid, and some paste (in-oil) versions made with crab and shrimp.  There were also mushroom ones (vegan-friendly) which I got for the brother - let it not be said that I'm not charitable even tho' I know I said once mum was gone he'd be cancelled from my life! Hrmph. I have a soft heart, what can I say. Well, not really. If I'm being really honest, this is just me protecting my reputation and making sure NO ONE can say I was the asshole here. Ha! Take that!

I digress. It looks something like this - and I have a LOT of little packets. 

The view of the mall's facade from the connecting linkway from the hotel

Dinner at a restaurant that was recommended by one of the hotel staff

Stir fried something (veg), crispy squid and squid roe (I didn't know there was such a thing) in a bed of crunchy fried seasoned garlic bits. (They sell those in a bottle too, and I bought some, of course!)

Blended guava with plum puree drizzle. Not my thing. BIKSS enjoyed it tho.

And a sampling platter. Skinny chicken in filo pastry rolls, Thai fishcake, moo ping (yum!) and some prawn fritters.

I'm not sure if they intended for Eatopia to sound like Ethiopia. I thought it was most unfortunate.

(But seriously, Bangkok IS a lousy place if you're on a diet...)

Croissant-waffles. They go by a lot of different names, usually some combination of the two words, but I understand at least ONE of those names have been wordmarked. I didn't try any simply because there were a pair of flies hovering over the treats. 

I did have a mille-feuille. And some kind of earl grey lavender tea concoction that tasted neither of earl grey nor lavender. It was still delicious tho. It was also a very expensive afternoon treat (20 bucks!). But oh my, that confection was HEAVENLY.

I also did buy a couple of Cinnabons - well, BIKSS bought them to placate me after I got upset that the lady at the restaurant made a boo-boo when I was paying with my phone... she brought her silly handheld machine to my phone BEFORE I could toggle to the card I wanted to use. I mean, GO AWAY and let ME bring my card to YOU. Pfft. I was grumbling. I saw the shop. We stopped in. And I could see the excitement in his eyes at the opportunity to buy me some pacification by way of a sweet treat. 

"If I said I was still upset would you buy me more treats?"

"Uh-huh, for sure. What would you like?" 

LOL.

There's a music studio INSIDE H&M!

There's a cafe in H&M too. Seems there are cafes EVERYWHERE in BKK.

More shopping. Beauty haul. Got a foundation stick (not so great, so I'm glad I didn't pay FULL price for it which I would have if I'd gotten it back home). Tweezers and little scissors for beauty needs. A whole bunch of perfumes from a Thai perfume brand called Butterfly - they have a permanent booth in one of the marketplace areas of the mall and it was crazy packed. I'll admit, that was the only reason I wandered over to take a look - to see what all the fuss was about. Got BIKSS one too, and they gave some tiny samples. Picked up a bottle of lemongrass and mint essential oil blend - heavenly! And mixed nuts for half what I have to pay for them back home.

Very informative labelling on their cooking oils.

Dinner at Beer Republic on the ground floor of the adjacent Holiday Inn Hotel - the top left photo is a baked tandoori-seasoned cauliflower covered in some kind of yoghurt based dressing. And served with a knife stabbed into it! The chicken quesadillas had a crispy shell, almost like a deep-fried roti. Very delicious.

Fried vermicelli with crab and water mimosa. Tastes like kangkong (aka water spinach) if you ask me. That's green curry in the background. And we actually DID have stir fried kangkong too. That spoon tho, was absolutely perfect as a serving spoon. It really did the job! Looks like the bigger brother of what we used to get in the old days back home for tiny dessert spoons.

(This is a picture from Ebay - under Vintage Old Chinese Metal Spoon)

THIS dessert was NOT $20. Krispy Kreme had an Ovaltine thing going on and the lady recommended this from the 3 offerings they had on display. I was not disappointed. Cream covered Ovaltine glazed donut with mascaporne cream filling. 5 bucks, Thai milk tea included.

(Ovaltine Krispy Kremes)

Part of our Siam Paragon Food Court dinner. We traipsed over to the slightly farther away (20min walk) Siam Paragon cos the food court there is somewhat legendary. BIKSS had never been and he was pretty impressed by what it had to offer. We found a table and I sent him off to "find interesting food". 

He came back with moo ping (have I mentioned it's a favourite of mine?) and crab meat rolls (also something I enjoy tremendously!). Clever man. And that green dipping sauce? I got me a bottle of that from the supermarket too. Spicy, savoury, sweet and sour all rolled into one. Absolutely perfect!

While looking up the internet for a description / wiki page on crab meat rolls I learned they're actually called Crab Jujubes or Hoi Jo. Which sounds similar to what we call them at home - Hey Cho. I just didn't know they were called Jujubes!

After some dumplings and a layered pasta and cheese dish (that felt like it was supposed to be lasagna but wasn't - still delicious tho) I sent BIKSS off to get a banana crepe. I saw the sign as I went past the shop, but I didn't LOOK at what their version of a banana crepe actually was. I imagined slices of banana in a rolled up crepe. With a dollop of cream. I was wrong. As BIKSS said "There's enough cream in there to paint a house". I am wont to agree. Still, we DID finish the lot! LOL. Diet be damned.

(Assorted dumplings with chive, yam, bamboo shoot and turnip fillings)

Squares of 'Decepticon' lasagna with various toppings. It's meat + tomato sauce ala lasagna, but instead of layers of lasagna, it's layers of mozarella sheets, and between them, more meat, veggies, and at least one layer of fusilli.

We saw these WAY after we had finished dinner and while I desperately wanted to try some, I was too full of banana crepe cream. Originally a Japanese pancake, the okonomiyaki sold here are covered in a variety of delicious toppings and set on a stick for portable eating. Oh, but don't you fret. I'm coming back for you! 

(CLICK HERE if you'd like to watch a half an hour Youtube review - not by me - of said food court)

Then there was the fluffy pancake that was magic on a plate. Ricotta pancakes are the best thing since sliced bread, I'm telling you. It's the first time I've had a chance to try some, and I WAS NOT DISAPPOINTED. I console myself by believing there's more protein in them cheesy clouds of bliss than in a regular pancake plate. Check out more pics on Instagram.

I think ours was a macadamia and vanilla sauce with mango topping.

And that's that. I don't think I did anything else besides eat and shop. And have some fun times in the room with BIKSS. The PERFECT getaway imho!

(Yes, I'm sure you put on a couple of pounds just looking at those pics!)

Monday Funday (II)

You can read part (I) HERE

We flopped side by side on the bed and because there was nothing else except My Little Pony on the telly, we ended up half watching that while cuddling and chatting. BIKSS pinched and played with my right nipple lazily, and I felt the pain. It hurt. But there was no reaction down south. I thought it strange. It was always a hot spot for me - if he ever wanted a quick turn-me-on all he had to do was pinch a tit. 

We continued chatting, I breathed in his scent and rubbed my face in his chest, and he reached for the other nipple. After some twisting and pulling I said "Daddy I think my nipples are broken." 

I explained. "You know how after a time these books / websites talk about training and breaking a sub? Like draining all the protest and objection out of her, leaving a completely pliable, compliant sub to do as she is instructed? Well I think you broke my nipples. They're not complaining or reacting - they're just saying 'Pain.' and then not doing anything about it." 

He laughed. We talked about the post on childhood fantasies - how the comments mainly centred around a fascination with spanking... and how that reminded me that even though my fantasies didn't involve spanking and were for the purposes of sexual arousal, the ONE scene that I can recall that was even before the time of my prepubescent sexual-discovery-awakening was a Who's the Boss episode where Tony Danza either threatens or manages to get Alyssa Milano over his knee for a spanking. The details are hazy. But that then led me to fantasising about Scott Baio (Charles in Charge) spanking ME otk. 

All that talk about spanking made Daddy's fingers twitch. He reached for his belt but WAIT! I had toys! I brought a couple of our DIY slappers with me. "I think this conversation about spanking would go down better if you were actually spanking me, Daddy." Yes. I am a crazy person. 

'Fingers' on the left, and 'The Twins' on the right

And he did. I have missed playing with our little spankers and I have found a new portable favourite spanking toy. The Twins deliver a good sharp whack over a relatively small area, suitable for concentrated play or, if the spanker so desires, can also be employed over larger surfaces by increasing the total number of spanks. BIKSS spanked one cheek then the other, we talked about punishment vs penance. Again. And I get it. I get that most of the time it's ME needing the absolution, not HIM wanting to punish me. But, just maybe, MAYBE, "The next time we play, can you maybepretendthatyou'repunishingmecosithinkimightenjoyit?" I said very quickly and not without embarrassment. I put my hands over his eyes so he couldn't see me and he laughed. "OK," he said, "we can definitely do that."

"We're definitely going to have to have a safeword for THAT one. I'm not sure what it'll do to my psyche. But I'm really curious to see what happens."

And then he went to town on my ass. He sat up behind me, pinning me face down on the bed with his knees straddling my legs, and my butt burned with the swats those two tiny rectangular pieces were causing. I wriggled and yelped under him, at times tempted to clench then remembering quickly enough that it would only make the spanks land more painfully. I moved my toes and my feet in an attempt to move SOMEthing cos I couldn't move my hips out of the way... much. They seemed to wiggle of their own accord, and BIKSS must have enjoyed that because the rain of ouches stopped abruptly enough and I found my legs being pushed apart and his cock at my pussy, entering my drenched hole. 

When did that happen? 

He held my wrists and thrust into me while I squirmed under him, a combination of wanting more of him - deeper, faster, - and bucking to try to minimise skin-to-skin contact against my hot throbbing bottom as he slammed his hips into me again and again. 

I clenched my bum cheeks and ground my hips backwards against him. He released my wrist, pushed himself up for a better angle perhaps? Then shifted his weight to one side, increasing his tempo as he did so. I could feel him getting harder inside me, the tip of his cock pulsing against my insides as he fucked me harder and harder, with only ONE intention. 

"Fuck yeah, Daddy's coming," he barely managed before he pulled out and shot his cum all over my still warm butt cheek. The left one, mostly. For some reason that detail made its way into my brain. 

After wiping me up we lay together and cuddled some more. Well, that was an afternoon well spent, I thought. 

I was wrong. There was more. 

"Do you think that when I read stuff I get more subby?" I asked. 

He said yes. 

"Do you get more horny and excited when I'm more subby?"

His answer was a hand against my left inner thigh, indicating that I should splay my legs, whereupon he proceeded to tease my clit once more. 

I sucked in air through my teeth as the sudden jolt of electricity made me tingle all the way down to my toes. I knew what he was going to do, but the sensations still caught me off guard. (Can anyone actually be ON guard when there's a finger touching your clit?)

"You're touching me different," I venture. I'm trying to figure out what he's doing that's making me feel so damned fucking good. 

"No I'm not. I've touched you this way before. I do it all the time. But you're just feeling it different cos you're ready for it, horny. YOU are feeling different. I'm just touching your clit the same way I always have." 

Somehow hearing him talk like that made me wetter. It was ridiculous. I felt, silly, but powerful at the same time. He dipped a finger in. I gasp. He pulls out and uses my juices as lubrication as he continues to fondle my clit again. He does this, irritatingly slowly, again and again, dipping in, pulling out. Alternating between clit and cunt a million times. I want his cock. But maybe this is all it's going to be. 

Daddy playing with his little girl's pussy. 

I swoon a little inside. Then his hand is gone. 

And Roger is pushing his way into me. 

*I make a little victory fist pump internally*

And Roger, well, he's pumping me internally too. 

"Fuck me, Daddy, that feels so good... fuck my pussy." I start to say something else but am interrupted by a low moan and BIKSS grunting that he's gonna cum. 

So colour me well and truly fucked. That was 3 rounds in 2 hours. 

It's been a while since we've had that sort of action!

Shopping Day and Childhood Fantasies

I needed to pick up some little pots for babeh plants, and a planner for next year. And Yankee Candles. Cos they're the only scented candles that are easily got around these parts that carry the scent throughout the life of the candle. Most others are like posers - come on strong then peter out halfway through the flirtation. 

BIKSS took the afternoon off. We met in town around 1pm and had ourselves a very decent hot pot lunch. 

Set meal for two - fish, chicken, pork and beef slices, two trays of veggie/mushrooms, and two servings of tanghoon (mungbean vermicelli), with a pot containing a choice of 2 different soups - BIKSS picked a spicy tom yum and mine was a herbal chicken soup, Chinese style.

I was amused by the heart shaped tofu

Bubble bubble toil and trouble...

After lunch and having gotten up all the stuff I needed / wanted, we headed out to another mall where there was an outlet store of a brand of shoes that BIKSS likes. He picked up a pair of brown leather oxfords that look something like this - 

Altho I think they might have been a bit darker in colour. 

After shopping we went to a Starbucks, this time we stuck to regular non-sugar-laden drinks. A no-sugar cold brew latte for BIKSS and a decaf mocha for me. 

We had a lovely time people-watching and having what I call "sparkling" conversation. Mainly about BDSM, what and who we thought about while jerking off, sharing dirty secret fantasies etc. It was fun, and something we hadn't done in a long time, mainly because we haven't had to opportunity to just chat for hours and hours at a stretch in a long time. 

And even after all this time we both managed to discover new things about each other. Which was lovely and amusing. 

One of the things that came up was my early fantasies. BDSM friend had asked me how young I was when I realised I was a sub. I told her I had fantasies featuring a strict dance teacher that began when I was maybe 9 or 10. I didn't elaborate beyond that. But it started me thinking and by the time we sat down to coffee (me and BIKSS) I had managed to recall those early fantasies in a bit more detail.

I shared that while I never had a storyline in my head when I was masturbating, there was always an imagining of an environment in which I was in a class or group engaging in some kind of activity or attending a lesson under the tutelage of a strict disciplinarian / authority figure. I never pictured the actual activity or lesson in detail, but mostly it was some physical thing. Dance class, or exercise session, sometimes a music lesson, or just some form of physical training for a phantom competition I was preparing for. 

The main thing was that we were always pushed to some limit, Be quiet, Do it again, Don't stop, Keep moving,  and a lot of the time the most prominent feature was a voice in my head lecturing and scolding and being very stern about complying with the rules / instructions etc. 

There was never any punishment or consequence - I was always very obedient in my fantasies LOL. 

BIKSS knew some of this already, but I don't think I ever talked too much about it. Mainly, I suspect, because I had forgotten most of it. Until now. It's amazing what the mind remembers. I never thought of it as submission though. 

On his part, his fantasies always involved rough sex. He, too, never thought of it within the framework of D/s. But there was definitely hair pulling and choking! His choice of porn also reflected this aspect of his sexual preference. 

I suppose it's a good thing our tastes match up then. So that my saying I wanted to be TiH (that was my first encounter with anything resembling D/s when I started looking up this stuff on the web) didn't freak him out as much as it might have someone else who only thought about tender vanilla sex (yuck!) and gave him an avenue to explore his darker side. 

How about you? Did you fantasise about the kink you now partake in as a child? When did you know? How did you come to find out that you were into D/s , BDSM , whatever you call it? 

My mood pic today comes with a story ~

Midway through our sparkling conversation I said something about Pythagoras' Theorem and BIKSS went on to say something totally incorrect about it. Well, Maths was never his forte. I, on the other hand, had 'A's in the subject all through school. Anyway, I began to explain what it was and he protested, saying he didn't want to know, he wouldn't ever need to use it and I should stop before he retaliates with the details of WW1 and WW2 (I don't tolerate History well and often my eyes glaze over after 3 sentences, max, and not in that subspace way either!) 

I was laughing hysterically, giggly as shit cos he was being really funny gesticulating all over the place. But before things escalated I agreed to shut up. Then proceeded to fold a napkin. And a piece of paper. To illustrate a right-angled triangle, under the guise of mopping up the ring of condensation that had formed under his cup. When he picked up his cup to take a sip I pointed at the longest side and said - "That's the hypotenuse!"

He called me a sneaky little thing. :D

Dinner and When You Can't Have Sex 'Cos #Period

Now that I'm done with my A-Z challenge, it's back to regular posts from me. 

A week ago we went for dinner at a neighbourhood coffee shop. BIKSS was craving some Zhi Char (literally means 'cook fry') veggies, and we decided to head back to the cheap dim sum place we discovered a couple of months ago. 

We had stir fried sweet potato leaves (with a chilli + dried shrimp paste aka 'sambal') 

and some cream corn prawns - this one was new to me, according to the lady it's their special. 

I won't lie, it wasn't spectacular, but I love prawns *shrug* so as far as I was concerned, it was fantastic. 

Since we were there, we had dim sum too.

And then we went to buy some stuff and went home. 

And obviously *I* didn't get any sexy playtime... well, puss didn't. 

But I managed some bonding time with Roger. It went splendidly as usual... and then we cuddled. 

The fun part tho, is after. 

I believe it was getting close to the time that BIKSS should get going and as we cuddled his hands roamed over me. He got hold of a boob and stroked my nipple. I nuzzled into his neck. Encouraged, he found the other boob. 

"Mean Daddy" I said, because usually he'll leave me alone after a quick fondle when I'm on my period and unable to fuck, 'cos getting me hot and bothered would be mean. And he's not usually mean. 

"Mm hmmm. I am," he replied. 

Eh? That's NOT the right answer, I thought to myself as he went back to twiddling the first nipple. I inadvertently let out a moan and that was the end of that. 

According to him (he told me later on), Roger got all excited when I made those groany moany sounds, and he decided that if he couldn't play in my pussy, well then, he could just play in my mouth.

"Cos why not? I own it after all; it's mine, you're mine."

Ugh. Great. 

So he did - knelt over me and fucked my mouth till the tears dropped from the sides of my eyes just as his cum slid down my throat. 

And for some reason the submission quotient was really high and suddenly I just knew I needed some serious aftercare. Even saying it now sounds weird to me, given there was no pinching, no choking, no spanking, no pain - NO PAIN AT ALL! ... all the things that normally send me into subby subby land. 

BIKSS held me tight and I clung to him in a way I think neither of us was expecting me to. He's good at sensing these things, thank goodness, and kissed my head and stroked my hair and whispered all the good girls I needed to hear. 

It's strange that something so seemingly 'mild' could trigger such strong feelings of submission. It was surprising and unexpected, but it did leave a smile on my face as I drifted off to sleep that night. 

My mood pic today ~ 

Not Just Clothes on Shein and All Sorts of Pain + a PS

Two totally unrelated topics, I know. But I just had to tell you this. 

Last Friday when I was in bed with a sore foot, I actually was quite naughty asking BIKSS if he had given any thought as to how we could have sex despite the inconvenience! LOL. He said no, but I admitted that I was thinking about it. Haha. The sex was good sex, with a round two blowjob after. But the thing that made it super hot that night was that we played with our crop, on my boobs, on my thighs, on my pussy (WITH undies on).. and then because it was a bit noisy we went and got the cane instead. On my boobs, on my thighs, on my pussy (still with undies on)...  and then he used it on my face... just a tap, enough to sting but no serious lashings. I loved it. Can I just say (again) I really love the cane? 

And we talked a bit about him inflicting pain. In the past he always maintained that he only enjoyed it because he could see how much I  enjoyed receiving the pain. But then pain in itself doesn't turn me on. It's submitting to his pain that does. But if he doesn't want to inflict said pain, then am I submitting to something he wants in the first place? And by the same roundabout theory, if I don't ENJOY the pain for the pain itself, then why bother causing it? HAHA. OK. Anyway, I've been trying to work this out for the longest time, but recently when I've asked him the same question, he's gotten more and more comfortable with the idea that he enjoys hurting me. He does enjoy inflicting pain, he admits. Well then, that's that dilemma solved, I say. 

And he loves to inflict pain on my nipples because I "react" he says. Well, ok, I do like the pinching and twisting BEFORE sex. Or DURING. It really is a magic button. Heh.

But the other thing about nipples... I wrote something about it at the beginning of this blog, I can't remember where (and I've spent too much time trying to look for it, in vain) - one of my exes, wait maybe 2, used to do this thing where they'd sit next to me and cross their arms and use their fingers, hidden under the other arm, to reach across and fiddle with my nipples. I didn't like it. It used to annoy me. Even worse was that I'd told them so but they didn't respect my wishes for it to stop, instead they both insisted "But no one can see... ". But that wasn't the point was it? Pffft. 

So when BIKSS started doing that (IN BED, IN BED, in the privacy of the bedroom because he's a stickler for proper behaviour in public, right down to covering a yawn - yes I get told off every single time, and not with the fondness of a lover but with the sternness of an authoritarian!) I initially flinched and told him that it made me feel cheap and like a piece of meat. 

He reassured me that 1) I'm his sub and he will touch me where he pleases, 2) he only wants to touch my nipples because he loves how they feel in his hands, and he enjoys touching my body in general, 3) that every time he touches them he'll remind me of number 2. And for the most part he has, in the beginning anyway. But I realised that I must have learnt this lesson some time ago, cos I would somehow make mention of it before he did. And that night wasn't any different. 

"I don't like it, but I like it you know?" I told him. "I mean, I'm still not thrilled at having my nipples twiddled with just lying here and hanging out together, but I *do* like that you do it anyway because it reminds me that I'm submitting to you." 

"I know," he said simply. 

And now, on that nipply note, I found these on Shein as I was looking for some white tees for my cousin, since it was free-shipping-day. OK, admittedly they didn't appear out of nowhere. I was searching for nipple covers. And THEN they popped up! (And yes, they sell nipple covers too!)

And since they were so cheap ($3 bucks each, local ccy) I got them both before BIKSS answered my question of "Which one do you think I should get". His answer was also "Ooh, both".

But while I was there, on the "body jewellery" page, I found some other things :

Pretty things no? One doesn't have to only shop the VS site for such things no more.

And then I saw they had a "personal care" section under BEAUTY so I went browsing.... and compiled this bunch of pictures. Wanna play? I'm going to have them numbered... and if you like you can write down what you think they are in the comments below! (Some of them are pretty easy, but others may be less commonly seen in your part of the world.)

And with that I shall bid you all a Happy Week Ahead!

My mood pic today ~

ANOTHER HUGE PS - The announcement this time -  Bleue's blog is back up! And if you already knew this, I'm sorry. I'm kinda late to the party. Thank goodness she popped by yesterday to leave a comment here. Go visit, or make a new friend. Her "about" page is linked here. 

Mulling - The Friday Sex Talk (and a Reminder Spanking!)

**ULTRA LONG POST ADVISORY**

We went out to dinner last night, and after a lovely meal in a quiet-ish corner of the restaurant where I ate too much I told him I realised that when I get busy and don't have time for myself (running around with errands, taking mum to check-ups, dealing with admin / mail, sorting through old photographs - another bag arrived!) it's not so much that I can't do the things I want to do, but more a case of not being able to sit with myself and mull over things. 

"I'm definitely NOT a muller," he said to me. 

Which led to a lovely exploring-each-others'-brains type of conversation in the car. I love those types of chats. 

Eventually we got to talking about how I'm the MOST turned on and tingly when he does something that asserts his power. Mostly in the bedroom, but in reality, anytime he does a Daddy type thing that pulls me back or reminds me of my place I get a bit warm and fuzzy in my belly. 

Turns out I would get more than I bargained for tonight.

Dinner was at the quiet resort-atmosphere-esque restaurant where we celebrated both our birthdays. We tried a traditional Indonesian dish of Tahu Telor, but with a local twist - a Malay spicy soy sauce instead of the usual sweet version. It was so huge. Thankfully the bottom half was all fluffly deep fried egg white!

(We had them take the dish back and sauté the prawns cos it came cold, even tho the waiter reassured us it was served warm - I can't handle cold prawns... gives me the runs! After that it was fantastic.)

With the spicy soy sauce drizzled over.

Fried chicken wings with kicap (kee-chup) manis (mah-nis) - a spicy, thick, syrupy, sweet soy sauce popular in Malay / Indonesian kitchens - comp-ed, as per their usual custom.

Salmon lemongrass - BIKSS is particularly fond of fish - and rather a stickler for having it done properly. So far he has had only good things to say about the fish mains we've had at this chain.

Instead of cake, we ordered (and paid for) a cempedak crumble. I think it might have been the best dessert I've eaten at this chain of restaurants so far. Mayhaps the overdose of free cakes might have something to do with that. I don't know how to describe cempedak to you except to say it's related to the jackfruit, but the flesh is a creamier and more fibrous texture. It's a very rich flavour, even pungent, but very sweet. 

As BIKSS prefers cake to crumble, and me the reverse, we had a difference of opinion regarding which was the better dessert! LOL. (They did still give us two slices to take home with us, and this time he took them home cos I was just up to my eyeballs in cake by now.)

When we were safely hidden away in the room, I began to undress, letting the spaghetti strap of my dress fall off my shoulder. 

"I like how that's coming off you," he remarked. And came over to assist. Soon I was in my lace panties and nothing else, sitting on the bed and facing his crotch. He undid his jeans and freed Roger from his shorts. I immediately began sucking. 

As we had been discussing how power and dominance turns me on earlier, he took the opportunity to ramp up his Daddy Dom game. Gentle caresses were abandoned in favour of sudden nipple pinches. Hair stroking for neck grabbing. Kissing for slaps across my cheek. 

My legs were spread and held open, his fingers playing with my clit, then pussy. And one finger found its way into my bum hole. I mean, yes, I had been thinking about it recently, but most of the time he'll check with me if I'm having a 'good' bum day. 

Not this night tho. 

After some time of being lost in the sensations down below he asked me if he thought I could handle Roger. I said yes. And he got the lube. 

Anal sex isn't pleasurable for me physically. It doesn't hurt if I'm in a receptive enough state. But it's nowhere near pleasurable. More like tolerable. I do it because it's the one thing I can offer him that isn't "good" or "okay" or "neutral" to me. It's a bit to the left of neutral, creeping into the "dislike" zone. 

And when I'm giving him something I don't like, that makes me feel very submissive. 

After cleaning up we talked about the spectrum of our sexual encounters, from plain ol' / simple all the way to phenomenal, and where our different adventures lie on a scale of 0 to 10. 

We also talked about what was something that I "didn't like" that I could offer as a form of submission, on par with the act of offering anal, but that would still let him fuck pussy instead of butt (cos he still prefers that, in terms of physical sensations). Somehow topics like threesomes and 2-couple/partner-swapping sex came up and as he presented these scenarios to me he started fiddling with me again. 

When we had sex this time around it seemed like he might not cum, having had one quite soon before, but when I proposed my own scenario... 

"What if you were watching someone else fuck me the way you are now... seeing his cock thrusting into my pussy like that..."

...he stuck his thumb in my mouth and I sucked it hard.

He countered with "Maybe I won't be just watching, I would fuck your mouth, and you would suck on Roger just like that." (BTW, dirty talk isn't something we do often, I feel kinda strange doing it TBH... but it felt right at that point.)

That must have done something for him cos he came, sweaty and panting after prolonged exertion. 

We talked about why it wouldn't be possible for me to enjoy something like that tho'. The conclusion I came to was that I wouldn't be able to manage switching between little (which I reserve ONLY for BIKSS) and controlling bitch (which is how I've always been with all other sex partners). And that would cause a problem because I refuse to be a sub for another man, but it's not as if I can be domineering and such to a fella my Dom is directing me to fuck right? And even if he said I could be as sassy and dommy as I wanted, it would be weird being that way in bed with the fella while still taking instruction (as a little) from Daddy who's watching from the sidelines, no?

As he mm-hmm-ed his agreement with my analysis, BIKSS turned on his side and reached for my pussy. Without thinking (possibly cos part of my brain was in bitch mode) I swatted his hand away. And not in that playful Don't, Daddy way either. He told me later he was rather taken aback that I did that. He reacted by smacking my inner thigh immediately with a pretty stern "What was that?" I did say "Sorry Daddy", but I think it was an automatic reflex. I don't think anything was registering in my brain. I sure as hell didn't MEAN it.

Then he smacked me again. "Hm? What was that? Swatting my hand away?"  If he had left it there - which he said he actually thought was enough to jolt me back to the present - I think I would have started a fight cos I was still in default sass-bitch headspace. But he didn't. He pushed my legs apart and held my face in place with the arm that was under me, then continued smacking my inner thighs, alternating between sides, sometimes doubling up on the same side, just to keep me guessing, I suppose. 

In the calmest, smoothest voice he spoke into my ear. "Someone's forgotten her place, hm? You're Daddy's little girl, don't you forget it. You don't swat my hand away. What was that about? Daddy's girl doesn't do that. Right? No. She doesn't slap my hand away when I reach for her."

All through his litany he was smacking. And finally I felt it. And it hurt! Funny I didn't feel it till now. The sting was coming through, breaking into my thoughts and consciousness. I realised *then* what I had done. But it wasn't till he was almost at the end of the smacking that I apologised again. And meant it this time. 

(He did say a large part of the continuation after the first two smacks was just going along with the scene, but that maybe 10-20% of it was genuine "chastisement". I told him it was a good thing he went on.  If I were to hazard a guess I don't think BIKSS was aware of just how serious/significant that little episode was to me until I told him either.) 

When he was done spanking me I put my legs together and turned towards him, burying my face in his chest. He held me and comforted me. I didn't know what had come over me, but that spanking was definitely a good call. My thighs continued stinging for some time after that, let me tell you.

Earlier in the evening I had asked if we could play with the cane... he said yes but instead of doing so BEFORE the sex, it seems he intended that our cane session would come at the end. Cos he wanted to do that NOW. 

"Ready for your cane?"

Looking up at him, I shook my head, no. 

"4 stripes." 

"Wait wait wait!" 

He chortled.

"Why are you laughing Daddy?"

"Cos you suddenly sounded so desperate and alarmed."

That's when I said "I think I'm feeling a bit fragile about what just happened to play with the cane right now. What was that about, the smacking my inner thighs?" 

"A reminder. Reset. You were lost in your old self. It wasn't a punishment. I just needed to pull you back." 

"I know. But that's cos you were talking about having me be with other people, and you know how I used to be with the others ...  so it's your fault!" 

"It is. And I will accept the blame for that."

And he kissed me and rubbed my back, and held me tight some more. We talked and I said all the things I needed to say and asked all the things I needed to ask. When I was eventually done working out what happened, I thanked him for the spanking. He checked if I was feeling ok. Yes, I said. 

"I think you can get the cane now, I could do with a proper reset."

He got up to get it as I turned over to lie on my front. 

Tap tap tap tap Swish... and it went on like that till he had gotten in the 4 strokes he had promised. Then he said "6."

So he continued the tappety taps with intermittent proper swishes in between till he reached the number he wanted.

Then he stopped. And he came to lie down and hold me tight. 

Later, as he was about to get up to get dressed he picked up the cane again, it had been placed beside me so his hand found it easily enough, and proceeded to swat my inner thighs with it. 

It wasn't a spanking session per se, we were just experimenting with it. It felt really good. And probably way more efficient than a traditional ass spanking, imho. I get an ouchier (and more lingering) sting from a much lighter stroke on my thigh than from a heavier one on my butt.

"You know, of all the toys, the cane really IS my favourite." 

My mood pic today ~

Mulling - The Thursday Dinner and Post-Coital Thoughts

Mum had her hearing aid fitting appointment on Thursday. Before that the sister took us to lunch, and after that BIKSS took us to dinner. 

I was in and out of the house all afternoon and did absolutely NOTHING else besides see to the mother. My caregiver was off that day so I was on duty!  (Explains why I wasn't around Blogland much.)

The appointment went well enough, and we will go back 1st week of May to collect it. It was cute how they squeezed some pink paste into mum's ear to make a cast. I don't think they did that for the last ones she had, or dad's either. 

Anyway we had fish noodle soup and cereal fish and chips (for us) at the recently discovered Halal Chinese place. 

I thought it was quite delicious. We had a total of 4 slices of free cake and a complimentary starter. And a repeat order of my lettuce-wrapped chicken.

The green thing is a pandan flavoured chiffon type cake with a lovely light cream between the layers.

After dinner we got mum home and settled in for the night then I had a shower and collapsed into bed with BIKSS. 

I spent way too much time stroking Roger with my cheeks, nuzzling my face against his smooth velvety skin, inhaling his scent, a not-unpleasant musk coupled with fresh notes of laundry detergent from the shorts that he had been tucked into. 

Eventually I enveloped him in my mouth and BIKSS let out a satisfied groan... the sudden expulsion of air at the beginning of which signalling the jolt of pleasure at finding his cock in a warm wet orifice.

I was kneeling beside him and he had easy access to my nipples. He tweaked them. Hard. I got tingly and wet. He held my head down against himself, the right side of my face finding a pillow in his belly. 

And he fucked my mouth. I couldn't move, my head was pinned. I couldn't suck for trying to keep the seal tight around his cock so I wouldn't drool (too much). I couldn't use my tongue because he was thrusting according to a rhythm that escaped any matching co-ordination on my part. 

Then he muttered something that I couldn't make out until I felt a thickening of the pool of saliva in my mouth, and the familiar taste of his cream coating my tongue. Oh. "Daddy's gonna cum" is what he said. 

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This time it was different. I told him. Usually I'm kneeling over him from between his legs, like this -

..and when he holds me by my hair I can at least adjust the angle of my head over him, allowing me to tweak the angle in which he thrusts into my mouth or at least move my head in a slight arc up and down over his cock, if not in and out. 

(I can at least move my head this way, with my forehead as a pivot and my chin moving away, 

in a sort of reverse nod.)

Even if I can't move this way straight up and down without having to bend my neck. 

So anyway. When my face is (being held down) sideways against his belly I can't move any way at all. So it felt like all I could do was be a mouth for him to fuck. And that felt really good. (Like this - it's not me but I didn't think I should plaster her face for the world to see.. even if it IS from the interweb.) 

I usually feel "powerful" when I'm giving BIKSS a blowjob, but this time even that one instance of power was wrested from me. 

Which is when I got to thinking - I'm most turned on when he does things TO ME for HIS benefit and enjoyment, as opposed to when he does something FOR ME for MY enjoyment. 

It's a given, of course, that even tho' the nipple tweaks and hard finger-fucking and face-slapping are all for me, they're primarily a show of force, an assertion of his power. 

So while some get off on humiliation, others on service, I think my biggest turn on is when I find myself in a position where I have been forced to yield.

My mood pic today ~