A Little’s Story

“She came home from her busy workday, smiled and hugged her Master.  It was so good to be home. He immediately puts her collar on.  He tells her to go to the bedroom and look on the bed.  Laying on the bed, is an outfit that looks like a little girl’s outfit, but is actually her size.  It consists of a simple short a-line dress, pretty pink frilly panties (where did he get those, she wonders), frilly white socks with lace and flat marydoll shoes, and a little bear holding a blanket, and a big soft fluffy blankie.  And a note, telling her to put her hair in pigtails, and put make-up on, being ready by 7pm.  And on the bedside table is a glass of her favorite wine and a pacifier.  Mmmmmmm.  Okay.  This is going to be interesting.  She feels the worries of the day starting to melt away as she prepares herself.  She puts her hair into two long pigtails, curling each side, so as to have bouncy curls.  She puts on make-up and some blush on her cheeks, so that she looks more childlike and red lipstick on her lips.  She sips that wine as she looks at the blankie and pacifier.  She sees that her Master wants her to feel vulnerable and she really wants to feel that way, too.  So, she pops the pacifier in her mouth, hugs the blankie to her cheek and takes a selfie, sending it to her Master at 6:45, early, believe it or not!  He comes into the bedroom and kisses her forehead and tells her that she is a good girl.  He wants to check her new panties and tells her to pull her dress up and turn around.  She does and then he wants to make sure that she is shaved properly, so he tells her to pull her panties down all the way to her ankles, and hold her dress up, so Daddy can check.  She has become the ultimate babygirl now, and he is THE Daddy.  Her Daddy.  And she wants to please him above all in the whole wide world.  And she is determined to do, just that.  After he examines her and her pussy and her ass, he tells her to pull her pants up and that they are going to have company in a little while and she MUST be a good girl.  She must remember to call him Daddy the rest of the evening and not forget, OR ELSE!!! She MUST not disappoint her Daddy.  So, she must please the company and also her Daddy.  Of course she will!  Soon, the company arrives.  He is tall, and a bit overweight, okay, not just a bit overweight, but actually pudgy, and a bit pasty looking.  He is balding, but not shaved.  (He would look better, if he shaved his head.)  He is definitely not as good looking as my Master, but nevertheless, I must please him as well as my Master.  So, Daddy tells his little girl to bring them drinks and not to spill.  She does, and without spilling, and so she is so proud.  Porn is playing on the tv and she must sit between them, he says.  He puts his arm around her and makes her feel safe.  The company rubs her knee, and then her thigh.  The company says he would like to inspect this little girl and so a repeat performance of spinning and showing panties and pussy is performed.    My Master asks her if she would like to kiss Daddy’s big cock and, of course, her answer is Yes, Daddy!   Daddy then pulls out his semi-hard cock and after she pops the pacifier out of her mouth temporarily, she kisses it tenderly. She is such a good girl.  Then he instructs her to kiss the company’s cock.  It is not impressive, but she MUST.  She kisses it as told and then Daddy tells her to sit back on the couch between them.  As she sucks her pacifier, which is similar to having a gag in her mouth, but more comforting, Daddy plays with her pussy, while the company plays with her boobs.  She moans here and there, but has to keep the binky in her mouth and so all her moans are muffled.  Then they switch and Daddy plays with her boobs and squeezes her neck, while the company plays with her pussy.  Then Daddy plucks out the binky and forces her down on his, now hard cock, pushing her head down hard, while she gags and struggles to suck him.  Over and over, up and down, holding her down here and there and then letting her up to breathe.  All the while, the company is fingering her and then fucking her from behind.  Oh, my.  She is not sure she can take it all like this.  But she can.  She is a good girl.  Suddenly, her Master starts fucking her mouth harder and harder as he sprays his cum down her throat and she swallows and swallows her Daddy’s delicious cum.  At the same time, the company can no longer hold back and fucks her and moans his pleasure into this good little girl.  They all relax on the couch, the company naked, and Daddy, too, all are spent, but also fulfilled.  Yes, she is a good little girl, she thinks as she sucks her binky, and leans on her Daddy, hugging her blankie. 
 
The company soon leaves and a disheveled little girl is getting sleepy, but Daddy wants more.  Go to the bathroom, he says, and stand in the tub.  She does as she is told because she is a good little girl.  Baby girl, he says, you were a good little girl, but now I need to see you humiliated.  Do you understand?  Yes, Daddy.  Because she will always strive to please him.  Now, I love you, but you need to lose some weight.  I know its hard, but you must try harder. You must start losing a pound a week or you will be punished.  And when you have lost 5 pounds, then Daddy will take you to buy a new dress.  (That is another story.  😉  Now, Daddy wants to see you pee your pants.  RIGHT NOW!!!  She is mortified.  She knows she must lose weight, but to actually address it.  And now he wants her to pee her beautiful frilly panties?  But, now, she is not being a good girl at all, because she is questioning him.  She sucks on her paci and tears start to form in her eyes.  She lets go and pees her new panties.  Even her frilly socks are getting peed on and part of her dress.  She is not crying, though, because she is wide eyed with what she has just done.  He says, You have peed your panties.  What do you say?  She pops the paci out of her mouth and says she is so sorry, sorry for peeing her new panties, and sorry for fat little tummy.  He orders her to undress.  She puts the paci back in her mouth and obeys and then he whips her.  Yes, he leaves marks on her breasts and her buttocks and her fat little tummy.  Bad, bad girl.  She cries, but whether from humiliation or from the pain, she does not know.  It doesn’t matter, really.  But, she will be better.  She will be better next time.  Daddy tells her to bathe and then get into her fuzzy pink pajamas.  She does as he demands and after she is all clean, she goes to the bedroom and finds him on the bed.  She cuddles up to him.  He holds her and says, You are a very good little girl and you have pleased me tonight.  And then they fall asleep.”

I want….

I want for my Master to desire me more than anything else.

I want to be made to do things or try things that I haven’t before, and may be somewhat scared or embarrassed to do so. 

I want to be dominated in public more – perhaps just given simple commands such as “come here”, or hmmmm what else?  This one would be easier if I was somewhere that no one knew me, but maybe told to do some humiliating things, like kneeling down on the ground. Or revealing my boobs. Or being pinched in the nipple in front of others. 

I want more physical punishment and torture. What kinds? Spankings that leave marks, nipple and breast torture, pussy torture, fucked more in the ass. 

I think I would like to be tied more and then punished so that I couldn’t escape. 

Fucked hard with various objects. I wonder if that would please my Master?

Being talked to kind of hateful, but not in a I hate you sort of way. No, more of a you fucking slut. You are not listening to me. Down on your knees. Take your fucking punishment!  I would know that my Master cares for me, but this kind of talk is a turn on for me because I feel humiliated and very sub and full of submission. 

Being naked and having to lay on a dirty floor. I’m a little ocd, so anything dirty makes me feel, well, dirty. And that makes me feel small and very much like submitting.

I would like to be made to submit to others under my Master’s direction.

I want to feel more subness and I want to please my Master and be a part of whatever makes his cock hard.

I wonder what else that might make my Master’s cock hard? 

Corner Time

My Master has had me to stand in the corner a few times. They were all for things that he felt I had done wrong or for arguing. I remember the first time thinking, “oh, please, this is stupid and I feel ridiculous….” eye roll.

The other two times that I recall having to stand in the corner were a little different feeling.

One time he told me to take my clothes off. I thought he was going to spank or whip me, but no, then he had me to stand in the corner. Ugh. How humiliating. I felt my face totally red. I actually began to feel bad and wished it were over.

The next time he simply told me to pull my pants down and stand in the corner. Again, I felt humiliated and felt myself going red. And I ALSO felt a little turned on. And this made me more humiliated. I think that this was one of the times when I began to see that being humiliated was a turn-on.

But, I felt weird. I felt humiliated that I felt turned on and that I was red faced about it all. This feeling made me feel extremely submissive. I wanted to crawl on the floor. Even thinking about this makes me want to do more humiliating things because, honestly, I crave submission. I need it. I don’t get enough of it.

But, alas, that is another post.

Result of Asking for a Whipping.

I was drinking, wanting attention, wanting to be spanked or whipped, as I posted.

My Master read the post, came in and proceeded to “pay me some attention”!

Following are copies of the conversation that he had with a friend about the experience. 

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

              

Master Being Mysterious Turns into Humiliation for me

Sorry that I’m just now getting back to the mysterious night. After I was teased into thinking I might be punished by being fucked by multiple guys, and then finding out it was all just a tease, my Master still had other plans that I didn’t know about.

We sat down to watch some TV and my Master suddenly texted me a number and said, ” Text Lydia and ask her for permission to suck my cock later.” I was like, “what?”

Let me explain who Lydia was. Lydia was someone that I really didn’t know. My Master had found her online and had recently started chatting it up with her. I had never talked or texted her. But, I knew that he was chatting a bit with her and he had told me a thing or two about her. This was a commonplace thing in our life. But telling me to do this task? This was not something that I had done before! I was embarrassed and reluctant. What if she cussed me out or something. Did she know about this ahead of time? I couldn’t even concentrate on the movie because I was slightly mortified. But, I did as my Master requested and texted her. She responded back with, “Yes, you have my permission”. I said, “TY” and she said “You’re welcome.”

So, later, we go to the bedroom and he tells me to get undressed and lay across his lap where he then proceeds to smack my bottom while admonishing me for disobeying him and humiliating me more by talking about how I had to ask for permission to suck his cock. He lets me suck his cock and then fuck him, all the while telling me that he should put me in the corner and force me to listen to him fuck Lydia.

That would be sooo humiliating. I feel my face getting red just thinking about it. And the thought of being humiliated, and my face being red and having no control over the situation like that, makes me feel so submissive that I feel hot and my pussy tingles a bit.

What confusing feelings!

Can anyone relate?

Master Being Mysterious – UGH!

Last night,

While I got all ready for this mysterious play date, my Master asked me, “I’ve never asked you before, but do you have a problem with black men?”. My response was, “No, of course not.” (In fact, once I had a wonderful summer with a guy from the Dominican Republic, who was very dark. He must have forgotten.) We were supposed to leave at 10pm and right before 10, my Master was like, “uh, it might be a bit later. It’s hard to coordinate with this many people. I was like, “what???” My anxiety went up a bit. He said, “You trust me, don’t you?” I said, “yes, sir, of course” and “May I please have a glass of wine?” lol

A little later my Master said, “Well, Damn, forget it. It’s not going to happen tonight.” (I didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed. Ha!) I said, “ok, are you going to share?” He was like we were going over to Matt and Nickie’s house. Ohhhh…how funny, NOT. This was a couple that we had played with a few times before, but it had been awhile. My Master was such a tease!!! As it turned out, though, Matt and Nickie had to cancel.

But, the night was not over. My Master still intended to humiliate me. More later.

“You Can Take It For Me!”

There are many words and phrases that we, as submissives, desire, yes, CRAVE, to hear. Over time, different words or phrases have made my insides cinch up and my face feel hot and I desire to serve. I love to hear, “Good Girl!”, but most recently, a new phrase has caught my submissive ear.

The phrase, “You can take it for me!” is such an intense phrase with so much to it. I have come to realize that I desire to please so much, that I want desperately to make my Master sexually pleased, in whatever way he desires. If it is in pain or degradation, then I want to do it. Sometimes, ok, a lot of the time, I am a total baby when it comes to pain. Quite a quandary, considering I like pain once I get to that certain point after buildup. And I desire pain a lot of times. Like when I’m not feeling good about myself or when I am really stressed. It really is a stress reliever. But when I hear the words, “You can take it for me!” I notice that I instantaneously become so compliant. It’s really kind of weird.

Anyone else experience this?

Spank Me Slow (Let it Snow)

LOVE IT!!!!

My Own Joy

I am not doing anything frightful
And my red subbie butt is delightful
And I am in no hurry so
Spank me slow, spank me slow, spank me slow

Moved his fingers around just to tease me
And whispered he might want to please me
Pulling my hair as we go
Spank me hard, spank me hard, spank me hard

And when he finally ties me tight
The St. Andrew’s Cross I adorn
The flogger begins to strike
All the way home I’ll be sore

He knew that I was floating
Because I had taken quite a beating
But as long as he holds me close
Spank me slow, spank me hard, say good girl

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Asking for Punishment

In reading a post by wildwestangel, which was a great post, by the way, a question occurred to me.

How does one ask for punishment?

I mean, I know why. I often feel I need and want punishment. At times because I’ve done wrong and other times just because I NEED to feel used and vulnerable and dominated. But HOW? How does one ask without feeling like I’m just wanting playtime or just wanting to feel selfish for wanting to feel better. Isn’t it better for me to suffer with guilt? Not that I want to, i want to move on as wildwestangel put it. 😦