Collar's Adventures And Journey

2012-01-20T12:37:00.000-06:00

It's been 617 days since you've been gone and all of those 617 days I've thought of you, missed you, and continued to love you, good girl.

Happy Birthday Blushing Princess

2011-12-08T09:06:00.000-06:00

Happy Birthday Princess!
I'm not sure if there's internet service in heaven or not but
there's no onther way for me to send my wishes to you.
It's been 1 year, 6 months, and 25 days since you've been
gone, and yet none of those days have passed that
I haven't thought about and missed you.

Life has been the usual rollercoaster ride it's always been
and I'm happy knowing there's nothing left for you but to
enjoy whatever there is after we leave the ride here.

I'm still single /unattached and taking it a day at a time.
I long to have something close to what we had.
I haven't discovered it and at times I'm not sure I will.

Today should be filled with birthday spankings, gifts,
dinner out, drinks, and more debauchery...
I'll be thinking of those things and you today as I go about
my business.
I love you Princess & I miss you more than you'll ever know
I'll have a drink for you tonight, and toast your birthday
& the amazing woman/person you were.

One Year...

2011-05-13T19:53:00.000-05:00

has passed since she died, in fact a year ago right now was the last message from her, and later that night she was gone.

Life gives us what we never expect at times, and it's said God only gives us what we can handle.
It's been well documented here the life I've been dealt the past 12 months.
The past few months have been okay, thoug not what I would have though as well, I sense a theme here!

As I've mentioned here I've come to the conclusion that life goes on and I plan to make the very best of it, and I do everything I can to make that a reality.
Of course not much goes as planned.
I've started the wonderfully daunting task of dating a bit again.
So much I miss not having her or someone around to enjoy life and all the subtle things with.
Those of you read here pretty much understand what I mean, and I have to tell you all it's crazier than ever! LOL

Part of me feels like no one is like the one I lost, and I find myself
trying to "replace" her with an inferior model.
Those I've dated are all wonderful women, attractive, smart, funny, and in some cases as exciting as watching my grass grow in the backyard.

I need, want, crave, someone to spank, fuck, tease, and play with but
the bar has been set at a level I haven't seen anyone, or though anyone
else could aspire to.

I'm sure it's more me, than the women I've met, and I'm sure some of it
is me thinking " Do I take this path again? Do I chance it one more time?"

It's been a year, and I still miss and crave her, and I hope there's
a "new" her out here, I hope I can stop the comparisons to her, and
enjoy my "dates" on their merits alone, and get past my guilt of
moving on after a year... time will tell, and I plan on being here
to tell as well.

Cravings

2011-03-20T11:54:00.000-05:00

We all have them and they vary from chocolate to
those more extreme things.
Right now I'd have to say I've quite a few of them,
from chocolate to a filet mignon,
or having someone over my knees spanking her ass
till it's a nice shade of pink.
I'm craving pulling her hair,
hearing her whimpers and moans.

I think more than anything I crave that connection with someone.
Going to those places each of goes in our relationships
however we label them.
We crave something because it satisfies and fills that
place inside and tells us each individually
that it's all okay, atleast for those moments in time.
Everything else fades aways, it's all about that
connection, that look, feel, touch, and release.

It's been quite awhile since I've enjoyed those
wonderful special things, and I long and look
forward to them once again.
Yes, I've said that in not so many words before
and had the boulder of reality slam into me
reminding me that I'm not ready for that.
I looked, I tried and each time I knew I wasn't
ready to provide what I need to someone else
when I wasn't at 100 percent.

I think now I'm ready more than I have been in awhile
the cravings are strong, and they (I) need to be
satiated and satisfied.
Let the quest begin...

290

2011-02-27T11:47:00.000-06:00

I haven't been here as often as I hoped to be.
At times I have things I want to share and at others
I feel it's me saying the same thing again and again.

290 day since she's gone and I still am not completely over it.
I miss her and what we shared, and I ache to have it once again.
It's more than what's mentioned here, there's the day to day discourse of
what's going on in life, along with the providing the other with what
they need.
Part of me is incomplete, the things I enjoy and crave with a woman I'm not doing, simple as that.
When I am able to do that, and give her exactly what she needs from me, the world is a much better place.

I'm still wanting to be here more often sharing,
putting down in text what I'm thinking and experiencing.

Happy Birthday My Love

2010-12-07T21:22:00.000-06:00

It's been awhile since I've been here, or should I say posted here.
Life the past seven months is nothing like I imagined it would have been like when 2010 began.
So much turmoil, angst, grief and unbelievable luck.

I've already mentioned most of it here and I won't belabor that point.
This evening I'm here to honor my love, my everything...

I miss you.
I ache for you, your kiss, your touch and your love.
I crave your laugh, giggle, and sound of your voice.
I love you as much today as I ever have, and not a day, probably not more than a couple hours actually, goes by that I don't think about you.
I pray to God everynight that He's taking care of you, and everynight I whisper to you "I love you".

The past couple of weeks have been tougher than normal.
Maybe it's the Holidays, your Birthday or the combination of it all
that's got me on edge emotionally.
In a few hours it'll be the 8th and your birthday.
I'll toast to you and our love, and I'll once again whisper
"I love you, Happy Birthday babygirl".

FUCK

2010-09-14T09:02:00.001-05:00

nope not the good hair pulling, ass spanking type of fuck...
Once again the thieving bastards have decided my property was something they should have.
Sarge was in his crate (damnit) barking up a storm, from what the neighbors said, but no one saw anything.
This time they didn't ransack the place, it's like they knew what they wanted "My" XBOX360, and all the games, a laptop of my nieces. 3- windows damaged too.
I'm at my wits end here, it's been a rough 2010,
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
"Here's a toast to the douchebags, to the assholes,
to the scumbags, and the jerkoffs.
Collar has left the building, someone else turn off the lights.

Be Back in a couple of Days

2010-09-01T16:17:00.001-05:00

Hi everyone! I've been gone much too long and have not responded to the most recent comments.
Thank you all for them by the way, life has been crazy and not in the good ways either...
work busy, dog busy, home busy
(fire on Sunday am, neighbor's garage which then decided wanted mine to join in on the fun too..ugh) more to come later this week.
everyone's ok, just more things to deal with.
I wanted to take a minute to get this out and I plan to be back in a few day with more!

More Sarge

2010-08-22T15:15:00.002-05:00

Sarge is an American Bulldog, purebred according to his past "owner".
With my US Marine background and all things military and history related
it seemed like the perfect name for my sidekick.
Ooooh - Rah!!

Dog Days of Summer

2010-08-22T14:00:00.007-05:00

This is Sarge, and if everything goes well after the vet checks him over. He will be a new member of the household and probably my blog as well.
Sarge was found on the side of the road by my niece who stays with me during the week while she attends school locally.
She found him in the area she lives which is 75 miles from here.
Sarge as I named him , had a collar with a vet tag, and license tag from another county some 90 miles from where he was found and 90 miles from me.
We contacted both the vet and licensing office where it was purchased and found out the owners info.
His phone number was disconnected, and there was no way to contact him so I thought.
I decided to look him up on facebook and I found a guy same name who graduated high school last year from the same area as the dog tags!
Great!! I sent him a message to say I found his dog, and to advise what he wanted to do. He replies he sold the dog and had no idea to whom or where they lived...huh?
Really? The red flags went up on that and I figured since the supposed new owners didn't have new tags or a license for him, that perhaps he dumped him.
Anyway he's a sweetheart of a dog, he's laid back like me, and he certainly likes
to be around people too. I leave the room and he's right there next to me to see what's going on.
Time will tell how this works out, but I've wanted a dog for a long time and
Sarge seems like a good fit.
He's no more than a year old so I have time to train him properly too.

Now I have to admit it was weird to go to the pet world store and actually have a dog to purchase for..LOL. You all know what I mean. I had my niece with me so I had to focus on that and the fact I was shopping for Sarge this time.

Still my mind wandered to the "what ifs" and "ohh yeah that would look good around a neck" and the fun that could be had with various other items as well.

Lately my mind has been there alot... you know the part of our lives that's central to why we're here reading or writing.
As I finish this post I'm reminded were in what's known as the dog days of summer,
it all makes perfect sense now.. or does it?

Pizza or ?

2010-08-12T15:50:00.000-05:00

Got to love a place that thinks like this!
They have good pizza,but have moved into my number 1
with advertising and thinking like that!
Anyone want to share a pizza and spanking *grin*

I'm Back...

2010-08-04T18:30:00.000-05:00

Encouragement can come in many forms.
Sometimes it is in honest words of a friend, loved one, or some courageous individual that help us make a course correction away from poor behavior,
self defeating attitudes or worse.

Those words have been spoken to me a few times lately in a variety of ways.
I believe in fact that those doing so had no idea the effect they had on me in those moments and later when I reflected on it.

In the course of my life I like everyone else has had my share of failures, disappointments, unfair circumstances, etc
whatever you want to call them or label them.
At those times I was connected tightly with whatever situation it was.
Besides feeling the loss, having nothing, I felt nothing.
In those times, the downhill slide can be a slow, painful decent or
more like a rocketship to hell with amped up behavior.

For me the wake up call was through an individual who works in the
same office as myself who made some comment regarding
my production numbers and he was concerned about my attitude.
I work in the financial services industry, and while there has been
some tough months for all of us on both sides of the table,
it's a profession I love and am very good at.
In saying that its also the type of work that leaves me with
only two things I can control.
Yes for someone with a dominant personality, and demeanor it can be quite trying! LOL

The only things I can control are my attitude and my activity.
I can't control my potential clients, the market, my current clients,
underwriting & suitablitity departments etc.
For someone who always has control of it all, my life, my career, my relationships, etc. it can be frustating when it all doesnt work as I want it to.

Insight and knowledge comes only when one is open and ready to accept it.
His comments had left me feeling vulnerable, yets willing to accept it and look deeper into it.
I soon after got a massive blinding glimpse of the obvious.
So life has been unfait to me lately. So what?
Am I the only one, hasn't it unfair to many of us, millions of us?
Have many of them not faced far worse circumstances? Did they accept defeat?

My reactions lately had been to be a victim and to stay a victim.
My behavior of excuse making ,blaming, and at times finger pointing I'm sure,
was in fact getting me nowhere.
At one point I recalled one of my Marine Corps Drill Instructors
who at that moment was only inches from my face,
his face red,intense, focused, screaming at me "You Must Not Fail" JACKPOT!!

I now have that printed and posted in numerous spots around my home and office to remind me constantly of what it is I need to do.

Whether in business, or personal matters I will not fail, and it's working.

I had my best month of business in July, in fact my best month all year.

Personally, I've moved on with home projects finished a few, and continued to write here, visit other blogs and devote time to read and get to know them as well.
I wasn't completely comfortable with some communication with other women
feeling I wasn't over the loss, & not sure I wanted to jump back in the pool so soon.
In the last month, I've done more "swimming in that pool" and it's great to be back being the man I am and feeling good about sharing that with others.
I am excited for each and every day and the possibilties out there.
Bring it!!! I will not fail.

Time Flies

2010-07-27T15:15:00.000-05:00

Hello Everyone! It’s been over a week since I’ve done anything more than reply to comments left on previous posts.

Life gets crazy at times, in the span of 10 days we were hit with huge thunderstorms (which I love)also came with 5+ inches of rain, followed less than a week later with an additional 7.5 inches.
Both times the drainage systems here were unable to handle all the rain and I ended up with over 3 inches of water in my basement. So much of my free time has been spent cutting up carpeting, underpadding, and all kinds of boxes of water logged and soaked items from my basement… not my idea of fun.

I had wanted to attack the basement area which has over the 25+ years I’ve lived there accumulated more than its fair share of unneeded and unused items that I always tend to think I’ll need and use some day.
No it’s not as bad as some of the hoarders I’ve seen on television but bad enough that the water brought with it a sense of urgency in getting this area, and area of my life squared away.
I still have more to clean up and more that I want to dispose of or donate, but I feel good with the progress I’ve made thus far.

During all of this I of course had plenty of time to think while trudging up and down the stairs back and forth over and over and over… you get it, a lot of time. It’s easy to assess your life and what goes or has gone on and wonder is this it? Will it end, does the seemingly repeating cycle of what on the surface looks like bad luck ever end?

I thought about that often, my life the past few months has been full of things that if I wanted them to could leave me depressed, angry, resentful, cold, and more. Most people might look, knowing the situations I’ve dealt with and say “yes he’s got good reason to be that way”

I refuse to do that, or be that way, the moment I catch myself feeling sorry for myself I remind myself that everything has happened with reason, for a reason, and in each circumstance provided me with some positive response.

Yes I was burglarized, it could have been worse, they were caught and most of my property returned.
The house was cleaned and repaired rather easily and inexpensively.
A few days later, she was gone in and instant and blink of an eye. Once again it could have been worse, she could have suffered, with a stroke, been in a coma, any number of things and given the situation there would have been little I could have done.
She did text me only hours before, so on the plus side I know how she felt, what she was thinking in her message to me. Many do not get those chances, I did.

All of this like the water in the basement can be cleansing in its own way.
It’s helped me to be more open and sharing with my thoughts here. I’ve met through all of this some wonderful people and some I would call friends as well just by writing and posting here, and reading, commenting with others on there blogs too.

The house is clean, the basement is clean, my heart and soul are clean as well. I’d say my mind is clean but we all know I’m not anywhere near that *grin*

I’m continuing to take it day by day, and each day I wake ready to see what’s waiting for me, and it’s nice to do so, not wondering what could go wrong next, but what exciting, and wonderful moment is around the corner.
Thank you all for joining with me on this journey, I hope you all will enjoy it as much as I intend to.

Two Months...

2010-07-14T16:05:00.001-05:00

It’s been two months to the day since she so suddenly and unexpected left my life. It should be easier for me you would think after all this was a LDR made up mostly of IMs, emails, phone conversations, and text messages.
As many of you reading this know, it’s not.

I still look at the phone expecting it be her, or the text message about my sports teams latest feat to really be from her, some how some way.

During that two months I’ve “met” some new folks through their blogs, and few from mine as well and it’s been a real joy to me.
I see the struggles all of us face in our day to day lives trying to make sense of it all and still have time and make time for that part of our lives that fulfill and sustain us as little else does.

I feel alone at times, but I’m not lonely.
All of those I mentioned earlier are only a click away and I can read the comments and post about them, their lives, desires, goals and all of us trying to find all the answers to the questions before all the questions change.

Those in the midst of tumultuous relationships, dealing with being released, or hurt, not understood, un-collared, unloved, without a Dom or sub etc. are not alone, all of us has some part of that in that, we have lived, will live, or are living it right now as I type this.

I’m an optimistic man who knows it will get better. We all deserve to be happy, wanted, loved, and cared for in whatever way those words mean to each of us, and I believe that we will be.

Life isn’t the same without her, that doesn’t mean it won’t go on and I won’t be happy, there won’t be someone else for me, it just means right now it’s not the same.

I look forward to the new challenges and opportunities that are out there, and I intend to make the best of each and every day because I know she wouldn’t want it any other way and neither do I.

Her Game, My Rules... Part 2

2010-07-09T20:00:00.001-05:00

Taking a bottle of lotion from my bag, I pulled open Sophie's blouse, removed the cap from the bottle and slowly poured the lotion into the valley between her breasts.
As the heavy liquid ran down her body I moved the bottle back and forth, pouring large amounts of lotion over her breasts both inside and outside of her blouse, covering her breasts with it.
I pulled the bustier away from her body and filled the cups with more lotion
before easing it back, encasing Sophie's breasts in a soft sticky bath, with the overflow running down over her bustier and her body.
Sophie moaned, but said nothing. I began massaging the lotion in. I kneaded her breasts, exploring their fullness and bring her nipples to complete and full attention. They were straining visibly through her lotion-soaked clothing.

I then turned her over onto her stomach, repeating the action with more lotion.
I focused on her ass and thighs, leaving her miniskirt and panties soaked, clinging to her body.
Sophie moaned contently as I massaged her thighs and ass.
I felt her body relaxing with the feel of the lotion and my hands and decided to it was time to spank her lotioned ass and proceeded to deliver my hand prints on both cheeks a total of ten times. She yelped and jumped on the bed, turned her head said "Oh God!" and nothing more.
I turned her back over again, leaned down near the blindfolded face and whispered since she'd jumped around earlier I would remedy the situation.
I went back to my bag grabbed the straps and restraints and proceeded to immobilize her arms and legs.
She was spread wide before me on the bed, breathing heavy, her slippery lotion coated breasts heaving against the bustier. I returned with more lotion and concentrated on her thighs and pubic area.

Sophie's moaning increased, her head tossed back and forth, but still she was silent.
I unbuttoned her soaked blouse, peeled it from her body. I took a moment to take in the sight of her breasts bulging out of their confines. I then unzipped her skirt, and slowly removed it. Sophie glistened in a pool of lotion, and caught her breath sharply as I swiftly removed her panties by ripping the thin fabric at the sides.
I used the torn panties to wipe the excess lotion from her pussy, making sure the lace on the fringe was sure to hit and rub her most sensitive spots.

Sophie's moans were now whimpers and she was pushing up against the restraints hoping my hand, those panties, or anything would keep touching her there.
I ran a fingertip up her pussy from the pool of lotion at her ass all the way to her clit, in a single slow line bottom to top.
"Is this what you want Sophie?"
"Yes, Oh God Yes!"
My hand met her pussy this time in rapid succession as I spanked it over and over.
"Once more Sophie..."
"Yes Sir, Oh God Yes Sir"
"Good Girl" I replied and began once again to slide my finger up and down her wet slit. "I'll be right back" I whispered and ran to the bathroom.

I returned a moment later with a warm washcloth wiping all the excess lotion away.
Sophie moaned and visibly relaxed.
I moved quickly between her legs, and attacked her pussy and clit with my tongue.
I made long slow licks top to bottom and back again and again. I made slow soft circles on and around her clit as it peeked out from its hiding place.
I kissed her inner thighs and every spot of her pussy.
Gradually I concentrated all my attention on her pussy lips and clit.

After a while Sophie was gasping, and thrashing wildy against her restraints moaning, "Oh, yes it feels so good, so fucking good".
I paused caught my breath, retrieving a vibrator from the bag.
I took each leg and moved it up as much as I could, this caused her knees to bend and show more of her ass to me.
I ran the vibrator around her thighs and her anus, turning the vibrator on to a medium buzz, I slowly worked it in to her ass. Sophie was squirming like crazy, moan like there was no tomorrow. I suspect she'd never used a vibrator and perhaps anything else in that place.

I left the vibrator buzzing away in her asshole and began to once again nibble and suck on her clit.
"I want you to cum for me Sophie, but not before you've asked permission. Do you understand me Sophie?"
"Yes Sir, I do" she whispered.
With the vibrator humming away I once more nibbled and tugged at her clit, sucking it into my mouth, pulling it in as far as I could.

Sophie continued to thrash around on the bed, "Please,Sir may I cum, please"
"Yes Sophie now! Let me taste you on my tongue"
She moaned once more in a moment the thrashing stopped, and she erupted in orgasm.

I removed the vibrator, got up undressed, and climbed back between Sophie's thighs.
I slid my hard cock up and down her wet slit, and slid the head in quickly.
Sophie was still catching her breath, as my thick cock caught her by surprise.
"Yes Sir" was all she said. I pushed my cock in her well lubricated pussy all the way, and began to create a steady rhythm moving in and out her.
As I pumped in and out my hand massaged her breasts.
I pulled down the bustier to get at all of them, my fingers pulling and twisting her nipples.

Sophie was moaning now about the thickness and being filled up. I looked down at her and told her in a moment or two she was most certainly going to be filled up.
That moment arrived shortly after and in a loud growl I let lose stream after stream of hot white ropes of cum deep inside her.
I released her wrists and laid beside her. I removed her blindfold and kissed her deeply as our tongues danced in each others mouths.

I took a moment to unstrap her ankles as well and then laid on my back on the bed.
I told her to stroke and play with me till hard as she watched herself doing so in the mirror on the opposite wall, and when I was fully hard she was to climb on my cock, guide it inside her, and watch herself in the mirror fucking me.

Within no time she was fucking herself on my cock, her body glistening in the dim light.She proceeded to put on quite a show for both of us, alternating her speed, raising herself almost completely off my cock before slamming down over and over.
Sophie couldn't take her eyes of herself, she was more vocal, moaning and grunting repeatedly.
After a few minutes of this I told her I was close and she was to orgasm with me.
She moaned an acknowledgment but never stopped observing her reflection in the mirror. I growled "Now Sophie, now" and once more filled her up. She moaned sat still on my cock, leaned back and took to a hand to her clit rubbing and orgasming as well.

We laid there for what seemed like hours but really was only minutes.
I told her there was more we needed to explore.
I took her hand and told her we're going to shower before continuing.
I showered first, and headed back into the bedroom.
I told Sophie to shower and return in her favorite bra and panties.
I sat in a char that I positioned so I could see myself in that same mirror and waited for her to return.

A short time later Sophie appeared. I was impressed, she was wearing a low cut bra, and bikini style panties. I patted my lap and told her to come sit on my lap, facing me. We made out kissing, rubbing and touching each other. I whispered that I noticed how much she enjoyed seeing herself in the mirror and to look at her on my lap once more. She turned her head and gazed at the couple in the chair and smiled.
I told her I thought that there was a needy, greedy little slut who liked seeing herself in that way and it was exciting to show it so freely.
Sophie nodded and we continued kissing. My cock was coming back to life once more and she wiggled in my lap as she noticed it.

"Sophie" I said "it's time for me to see just how good a slut you are".
I motioned for her to get up, and I did as well, adjusting the chair so when seated with her kneeling in front of me, she'd be able to watch in the mirror.

I sat back down and Sophie kneeled before me, she looked up at me, at herself in the mirror and back at me.
I smiled and took my left hand wrapped her hair in it and guided her head to my cock.
Sophie let it fill her mouth and used her tongue all over it as my hand twisted with her hair kept her head where it was. For the next 15 minutes she orally worshipped my cock and balls, she would watch herself, then look up at me.
Her eyes conveyed a need to reassured that being who was at that moment was okay.
I smiled and nodded each time, and each time she would moan around my cock.
As I got closer to orgasm I grabbed the other side of her head and hair with my other hand, stood up and began to fuck her mouth and throat.
It didn't take long after that for me to fill her mouth once more, though there wasn't nearly as much as before Sophie was sure to get every drop.

I sat back down, and told Sophie to pick out a vibrator from my bag and present it to me. She returned with one, and stood in front of me with it.
I ordered her to arrange the pillows on the bed in such a way that should could see herself on the bed in the mirror she had become quite fond of looking it. After she did so I told her to masturbate for me, while I regained my strength, and to watch herself doing so.
I also told her that she was to make herself orgasm, but to say please before cumming and wait for me reply. Sophie had a huge smile on her pretty face and jumped on to the bed. For the next forty-five minutes to an hour, Sophie blissfully brought herself and the slutty girl in the mirror off over and over again, each time saying please before she let the orgasms wash over her.

Finally the delightful show had me fully erect once more. I told Sophie, to come over to the chair, she did so smelling of sex, she had a sweet little sheen of moisture all over her and she glowed. I stood up and bent her over the chair, and told her to hold on.
I grabbed some lubricant from the bag and began to massage and finger her ass with them. I then took the vibrator she'd just finished using, and reinserted it into her very wet pussy. I slowly worked my finger up Sophie's cute ass. She was moaning and squirming the vibrator in her pussy and my finger going in and out of her ass was almost enough to send her over the edge once more. I told her to take hold of the vibrator, and with my free hand grabbed her hair pulled her back on my finger and also caused her to see herself in the mirror once again.
I whispered to her that I'm sure she never imagined she be watching herself being fucked in the ass and enjoying every second of it. She whimpered a barely audible yes and I knew she was ready.

I took some lube coated the head of my cock and slowly push it in her tight little hole. She yelped and whimpered as she accepted it.
I stayed still for a minute to let her adjust to my cock, and then began to slowly slide the rest of my hardness inside her. In no time at all I was snugly inserted in her tight little rear. Sophie was squirming, moaning and wiggling before I even began to pump in and out of her. For the next maybe ten minutes I worked in and out of her, pulling her hair to pull her back on my cock and let her enjoy the show that I was seeing too!

After awhile I picked up the pace and she did as well with the toy in her pussy.
I pounded for all I was worth into her willing hole. The feeling of her ass against my balls was fantastic. Sophie screamed "Pleeeeease".
I replied "Now Sophie", and she orgasmed yelling as she did, all the while trying to watch herself as did so. Seeing her orgasm, took me over the edge and I unloaded what seemed like an almost never ending amount of semen in her backside.

I pulled out, turned her around kissed her softly and lead her the bed.
I slide down the covers, had her crawl in bed and covered her up.
I sat on the side of the bed, rubbed her head, ran my fingers through her hair and watched as she drifted off to sleep.
After a few minutes, I got up dressed and left Sophie asleep, tucked in her bed.
I'm sure she loved our game, and she was great at following my rules.

Her game, My Rules... Part 1

2010-07-05T11:31:00.004-05:00

I was out last week after spending a little longer at the office than anticipated and decided to have dinner at a restaurant that’s not only good but has plenty of people watching.

I noticed after a while a pretty younger woman, mid 30’s looking at me. She was seated with another female who looked a few years older and quite attractive also, at a table across the room. The two of them appeared to be talking about me, both of them glancing over at me from time to time. After a while the older woman left, and the woman got up and walked over to me.

As she got closer I found her to be a quite attractive lady with auburn hair, nice figure, about five feet five and perhaps 130 pounds. She was wearing slacks and a blouse and appeared to be in good shape.
She looked as though she want to say something, but didn’t quite know how to go about it.

“Hello, Can I help you?” I asked. She didn’t respond, but still stood there. I asked her to sit down, she nodded and took a seat opposite of me.

After a few uncomfortable moments she finally spoke, apologizing for interrupting my dinner.
I smiled and told her it was my pleasure to be joined by and attractive young woman.
She then told me her name was Sophie. I told her mine, and asked her if she thought we had met before. She shook her head. She took a breath and came out with what was on her mind.

“It’s my 34th birthday” she began. “And my roommate and I we were thinking – well we’re exploring the possibility…” She paused again.
“I’m sorry,” she said “This is hard to talk about. You see my roommate says I need to, well she’d like me to – to have sex with an older more attentive male.”

Sophie was breathing deeply after finally getting it out. Her face was red, and she looked nervous.
“Wow!” was all I could say for a moment. Then I said “And you want me to be that older man?”

“Well, you look interesting” Sophie said. “You’re well groomed, mature and kind of sexy.”

“Thank you!” I happily responded. “Uhmm … do you do this often?”
“No! gosh no, we talked about before and tried to arrange it a couple times, but it didn’t work out, so this would the first time.”

Of course I was intrigued; what man would not be? I had to know more. “What kind of sex are you thinking of?” I asked Sophie. “Just straight fucking? Or are you up for oral sex? Anal?”

I wanted to see if she would be shocked, but seemed to take it in stride.
“I’m willing to try whatever you want, if you will do this for me, for us I mean” she replied.
As far as I was concerned, her saying that she would do anything I wanted clinched the deal for me. I told her I was interested, but first I wanted to test her out, to see how serious she was.
I asked her to open the top buttons on her blouse and show herself to me. She hesitated, looked around nervously, but then she did it. “The next one too.” I said. I saw her swallow hard, but she opened that button too, giving me a look at her enticing cleavage.

I then told her I wanted her to go to the restroom, remover her underwear, and put them in her purse. Once more she hesitated for a long moment, but then she got up and went to the ladies room. A few minutes later she returned. There were no panty lines under her slacks, and her nipples, which I was interested to see were now aroused, they protruded very visibly against her blouse.

I then told Sophie that I was ready to do what she wanted, but there were rules, she would have to do exactly as I asked. I said I wanted at least two hours alone with her before her roommate came home. When Sophie agreed to this, I told her I couldn’t do it that night, but if she gave me her address I would come to her place the next night at eight pm.

The next day I stopped at a boutique and purchased some sexy lingerie to send to Sophie; a dark hunter green low cut bustier with stocking straps, green satin and lace thing panties, and stockings as well. I also purchased a blindfold, several kinds of body lotion, and a few sex toys.
I had the lingerie sent to her place, along with a note telling her that I wanted her to wear it with a sexy dress for my visit later that night.

I arrived a few minutes before eight, carrying a bouquet of flowers, and the bag containing the other items I had purchased earlier in the day. Her roommate met me at the door, she shook my hand, smiled and whispered “Prove me right tonight, take care of her and have fun.”
Sophie looked radiant. She had her hair and makeup done perfectly. She had on a snug green miniskirt, and semi sheer matching silk blouse, the package showed off her great figure.

I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, and handed her the flowers. I asked if she was nervous.
“Yes,” she replied, blushing a little. “But don’t worry; I’m not going to back out now.
I told her she looked fantastic, then asked if she was ready to follow orders.
She smiled and nodded quickly. “Great!” I gave her a very warm, full kiss on the lips.
I then informed her, as if she didn’t know, that she was going to be my sex object for the rest of the evening.

“We’re going to play a little game of Simon Says.” I told her, “to see if you are ready to go through with this.”
“Simon says rub your breasts and pinch your nipples through your blouse.”
With a self conscious glance at her roommate, still standing there watching, she complied.
Next I told her to hike up her skirt and show me her lingerie, Sophie did so, and turned around, showing me her cute ass, framed by the garter straps and thong panties. Next I told her to tell me what she wanted.

“I want to have sex, with a great lover” Sophie said. “Simpler and plainer than that” I demanded.
She took a breath. “I want to get fucked.” “And what else?” I said.
“I…I want to suck your cock.”

I told Sophie she had passed her first test, then told her to tell her roommate good bye, and walk her to the door, she did so and returned. I then ordered her to lead me to the bedroom.

Once there I opened my bag and pulled out the blindfold. I told Sophie I was going to have a little fun with her body, and that blindfolding her would heighten the senses and her pleasure.
After putting it on her I held back a few minutes, rubbing her back and shoulders, letting my hands wander.
I unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse so I could see the tops of her breasts over the top of the bustier.
I nuzzled her neck and softly nibbled it. She smelled delightful.
I placed her on the bed and told her I was going to cover her body with some lotion.
Before she could respond I kissed her deeply and placed my hand on her breast for the first time.

Weekend Excursion

2010-06-26T17:45:00.001-05:00

The suite was already dark when I entered, and I slowly made my way to the bedroom.
She was laying there on the bed being a good girl and pretending to be asleep.
She was doing a wonderful job and looked adorable as she “slept”.
I made my way over to the drawers where the some of the various toys and implements I had brought with me earlier were stashed.

She struggled to maintain her sleeping, and I saw her squeeze her eyes shut as I approached the bed. Smiling I carefully placed the cuff around her left wrist, fastening it snugly.
Moving to the other side I secured her slender right wrist, and proceeded to do the same with her ankles. I used a couple of straps tied to the bedposts, positioning her exactly as I wanted her… on her back, arms and legs spread.

She kept her eyes tightly closed and began to turn a wonderful shade of red as her body betrayed her. She was shy about her body, and felt vulnerable when spread open for me.
I slowly began to carefully unbutton the white dress shirt of mine she had decided to wear, not wanting to wake my sleeping beauty just yet.
As I unbuttoned it I planted soft little kisses on the skin I exposed. My tongue moved down her body, starting at her neck, circling both breasts, and continued down to her navel.
No longer able to pretend she opened those pretty eyes and smiled at me.
I stood up and removed my clothes, and walked over to the drawer took out the leash, clipped it to her pink collar and let the cold chain slide between her breasts, and down the rest of her body.

She was breathing harder now, and I could smell her scent. She was wet and when I took the leather handle of the leash and spanked her exposed pussy.
She let out a moan and then a small whimper. I rewarded her appreciation with another smack and then another.
“Princess, open your eyes and look at how wet and ready you are for me”.
She moaned and opened her eyes as her body moved from one shade of red to another.
“You smell so good baby girl, My pussy wants more attention doesn’t it?”
Eyes lowered she whispers “Yes Daddy it does”.

Slowly I slid one finger inside her, moving it around in a circular motion to be sure I touched every part of her vaginal walls, this of course elicited a couple more moans. I decided those couple of moans needed to be met with a couple more fingers and plunged a second and then a third deep inside her.
Bending closer I licked her clit, flicking my tongue all over and around it.
She jumped and strained at her bonds and let out another much longer moan.

I got up reached for the blindfold in the drawer and placed it over her eyes.
A minute later I grabbed the vibrator and let if float softly and slowly over her right breast and then her left, down to her stomach, inside of one thigh then the other, before circling it around and around her bare wet mound.
I moved around the side of the bed and touched her in various places and ways at times with my hands, fingers, and other with my lips, tongue, the vibrator, the leash etc.
My body moved against hers she whimpered in response hoping for my cock, instead I placed the vibrator against her thigh, close enough that the vibrations were felt in her pussy but not enough to cause an orgasm.
Her body tensed, her back arched as she tried to move enough to get that vibrator closer to the target.
I whispered that I would return in a moment and that vibrator had better be in that same position.
I let her sit there in silence for what must have seemed like longer than the few minutes with that blindfold on.
I returned with an ice cube from the ice bucket and pushed it into her.
She let out a shriek, as the piercing cold sensations of the ice found its way further inside.
She sucked in deeply and her breath quickened as I took another cube and rubbed it on her neck, and then down between her breasts leaving it there to melt.
I slid a finger inside her probing for the cube, “It’s almost melted baby, you’re so hot.”

I bent down and licked the water trickling from her, the warmness of my tongue and the cold of the cube caused more whimpers, squirms and moans.
I knew she was expecting my cock next, and she was to get it but not in the way she was expecting.
I moved up over her body and crouched with my knees on both sides of her head. My cock pushed at her pretty, pink, glossy lips.
“Suck it.” I said but there was no need as she had already opened them to take the hardness into her mouth.
She stroked my shaft with her tongue as I slid it back and forth in her mouth.
I was getting close already and she sensed that and I could see her move to take it all down her throat. I pulled out and moved around and repositioned myself so I could lick her pussy and she could take my cock in a 69 position.
As I slid my shaft into that pretty mouth, my tongue found her clit and pussy.
I pushed my tongue deep spreading her as much as I could with it, exploring every crease, fold, crevice I could get to.
She moaned loudly around my cock, and I stopped for a moment “Princess knows the rules correct?”
She nodded with my shaft in her mouth and I resumed my onslaught on her bare wet pussy.

She was a woman possessed as she sucked it, I knew she was doing all she could to be sure not to orgasm.
She squirmed, whimpered and writhed as much as she could against the bonds when my tongue concentrated on her clit.
Her tongue went wild on my thrusting shaft, as muffled sounds came from her throat. She was begging to be fucked, though the words were incoherent and impossible to make out the actions were not.
I chuckled, and grinned as I sucked and nibbled her clit a bit more.
She was getting more frantic and desperate in her bonds and I sensed that any further stimulation like this would give her cause to orgasm without my approval.

I stopped, moved around to the side of the bed, and then to a kneeling position between her thighs. I lowered my body down to hers and kissed her deeply, our tongues meeting and dancing in her mouth.

The kiss continued as I slid my throbbing cock inside her.
Sliding slowly in, then out, and all the way in again.
Our breathing quickened as I thrust myself as deep as I could inside her.
My lips slid down to her neck, as I kissed and whispered she was such a good girl. Her back arched to get more of me inside her and match my movements.
We were in a good rhythm now and meeting each other movements, her moans and whimpers were increasing and she was getting closer, my thrusts got harder as well.
“Please, Daddy may I come?” “Not yet baby wait for me”

I slowed my thrusts down but made sure to stay as deep inside as I could.
I felt her pussy tightening around my cock…
“Oh God!!, Please Daddy now, Pleeeeeeeeeassssssssssse."
I sped up my thrusts and could feel my cock thicken even more,I knew I was close as well.
“Now Princess, come for me!”
My body stiffened and I thrust back in all the way she moaned
strained her body off the bed as much as possible.
I let out a long loud growl and erupted inside her, she tensed, shook and convulsed as she let her orgasm wash over her as my cock squirted again and again washing her inside.
As the spasms continued I laid beside her, removed the blindfold. We looked into each others eyes smiling.
Our lips met in another kiss, I released her wrists and ankles, tucked her in under the sheets.
I crawled back into the bed, had her curl up against me, my arms around her, her head on my chest, legs intertwined.
We fell asleep just that way, and woke exactly like that.
Together, and intertwined in so many, many ways.

Aches or ???

2010-06-17T12:15:00.000-05:00

The aches continue. The ache for her, but the ache to be Daddy / Sir too.
I don’t know honestly which one is greater at this moment or if both are connected, I just know the ache.

The not having a ying for my yang, or the comfort of knowing her puzzle piece fits perfectly to mine. The desire to have someone over my knee and their desire to be in that place, among other delightful things.

The verbalization between two, the emotions and rush when that moment is achieved by both and everything makes sense for those few minutes, and nothing outside of it matters while those few minutes happen.

Lately, I’ve realized there’s no escape from it all, when I go from white collared, business suited financial professional to Daddy / Sir.
So every day the past month plus has been all reality with no real time to escape to my safe place with a “good girl” or “princess” etc.
Sure I have my reading, my blog here, movies, sports, video games on the Xbox
but nothing really is as good as being Daddy. None of those other diversion give the same satisfaction and feelings either.
Being Daddy gives (gave) me such a wonderful feeling of satisfaction that every thing outside of it, such as work, family, business, etc. all were easier to handle and deal with.

Perhaps it was me striving to be at my best because I knew that’s where I needed to be so I could be the best Daddy for her. Now maybe I don’t worry
about that as much, and there’s no escape from the harsh reality we call life, so I move along a day at a time, not as motivated, not as concerned as I once was. It may be I’m depressed or in a funk, or both all I know is I need to get out of it. As I’m sitting here typing this, I’ve actually come to the realization that I am in a funk or whatever, and the only way to change it is for me to do so.

I was always ready to help her focus and get out of her funks and such, with various exercises or assignments, and I think it’s time I did the same for myself.
So it’s back to the gym for me, diving headfirst in to my work, devoting more time to those things and myself as I continue on this adventure and journey. Until the time comes that I’m ready for a new chapter in this ongoing saga that is me.
I’m excited to continue and to get to that new chapter when the time is right, right now I need to take care of me before I can reasonably “take care” of a new good girl… sometimes even as fast as time flies, there are those very rare moments I wish it went faster. *grin*

A Month Already

2010-06-14T16:15:00.001-05:00

It's been a month since she went from my good girl, to one of Gods.
I still look every time the phone rings, or the phone signals a new text message and somehow expect it to be her.
I know better, yet there's that yearning and desire for it to be her.
I imagine it's no different for any of us in any D/s relationship or vanilla relationships.
There's inherently a co-dependence on both sides of the leash, paddle, or whip etc.
As much as I read about others looking for that connection, endorphin rush, the longing, etc. it's usually spoken more from the submissive side.
I'm here to tell you it's the same for me.
I won't speak for anyone else but for me
I miss that connection, and all of it.
Yes, I most certainly miss her not being in my life period and the everyday interactions, but I'm now getting to that place where I miss being Daddy or Sir.
I love being that for her and to her.
I'm at a place inside that nothing else matters to me but her needs and wants.
Those are my needs and wants as well, I take them on and make them mine.
Yes I have my own, she fulfilled all of the spectacularly.
That give and take, the verbalization, the look in her eyes, tone of her voice,
and yes the begging...mmmm yes that!

All that was important to me as much as her, she needed to feel it, say it, and do it; but I needed her to feel it, say it and do it probably as much.
Those times I'd send her back to work after we'd meet during her lunch break, with instructions on when to slide in a ben-wa ball, how long to keep it in,
not to orgasm until permission was given, etc.

Having all those things reported back to me via phone or text, were incredibly exciting for her and me.
The reports would come in: "Daddy put in 5 minutes ago"
Not even 5 minutes later "so wet Daddy, I'm not sure I can go another 20 mins."
less than 5 minutes again "I had to check to make sure my skirt didn't have a wet stain, can I cum now please?"
Of course I'd reply after each one,with positive feedback *grin* and make sure she completed the assigned task and waited the right amount of time I'd decided on and when the time had come, and she asked for permission it was granted.

This all was very exciting to me as well, the reports, or phone call with a breathless freshly orgasmed beauty, sharing with me the entire episode
and how after being given permission to cum she was on her way to
the restroom to finish and was stopped by a boss and had to endure another 10 or 15 minute delay, while she spoke with or dealt with whatever the work issue was, all the while her mind is in her very wet pussy, worrying the ball may slip, could anyone but her pick up on the scent of her sex that she clearly could smell, and finally how good and fast her orgasm was and the "thank you Daddy" that finished it all off.

So in the past month I've missed her terribly, but the Daddy / Master / Sir I am, misses being "that" to someone as special and wonderful as she was too.

I Miss and I Want...

2010-06-11T14:30:00.002-05:00

As time goes on my mind and my body reminds me of what I want and I miss.
They don't care about separation for any number of reasons, they just react.
They recently have been reminding me subtly and not so subtly that it's been
too long since I've touched, licked, and inhaled the scent of a woman.

I want to grab her and take her to bed, and whisper in her ear as I guide her each and everything I'm going to be doing to her.
I tell her she belongs to me from this moment on.
Her body is mine, her breasts, nipples, pussy and ass belong to me.

I whisper for her to relax as I kiss each bit of skin I expose as I undress her.
the kiss find all those wonderful spots that illicit whimpers, moans and the occasional giggle.

I whisper for her to lay still now and not move unless directed,
I remind her about my old unworn silk ties available to be used
if she moves after my warning.
I enjoy her thinking about not moving as all the feelings flow through out her body as I continue my oral journey.

This mental bondage of sorts provides a mental ying/ yang in her brain as she's reminded not only of the sensations but the commands.
My mouth and tongue kiss and nibble my way down from her ears, cheeks, to her neck.
I move her hair and kiss the side of her neck, listening to her breath quicken
I lick and nibble my way down her body.
Soft little kisses on her breasts and just a quick lick and kiss on her tight taunt nipples, as my journey lower continues.

Kisses, licks and nibbles progress to her stomach and thighs, behind her knees and along her calves.
I resume my quest upward along her inner thighs, as I inhale her sweet scent.
I whisper to her how I can smell her and how good it is, she moans and blushes at that, shutting her eyes tighter but the redness on her cheeks and neck betray her.
I smile as I look up at her and see her eyes shut.
I renew my oral assault on her thighs and now up to the sweet spot between them.
I kiss and nibble all around her labia, inhaling, kissing and licking in small
slow soft circles around her lips and folds.
"So good" I whisper.
My tongue begins making the circles smaller and smaller
as they close in on her clit peeking shyly from beneath its hood.
I flick at over and over with my tongue and when it shows itself
I give it all the attention it craves.

More of those slow soft circles around her freshly exposed clit keeping it up
as she struggles to maintain her posture and position on the bed.

I enjoy the moans and whimpers as devour her wetness.
I bring my mouth down over her entire mound and suck the lips and more in my mouth.
My tongue keep flicking upwards at her clit, faster flicks as I enjoy the sensations and reaction I'm feeling.
I release the suction of my mouth and keep flicking the clit, and go back to the circles on her clit as I feel her orgasm getting closer.

I whisper to her open her eyes and look at me as I tell her to cum for me.
I feel the contractions of her stomach and flick harder and faster as the release and orgasm washes over her.
I keep my tongue there licking slower now, and take my hand and begin to tap with two fingers on that area between her pussy and ass to keep her orgasm going for as long as I can.
Inhaling all of her sexiness and licking feverishly to collect on my tongue all she has to offer me.

"So good" I whisper once more.

That's what I want, and what I miss.

"Me" Time

2010-06-06T09:27:00.001-05:00

I woke this morning, tossed and turned and
was unable to ignore the thick hard cock in my boxer briefs.
As I tossed and moved around the bed, my mind wandered to her, my princess, greedy sluts, subs, good girls, naughty girls, etc.
I moved my hips grinding and rubbing the hardness against the sheets and mattress, mentally fucking her as I thrust against the mattress.

My thoughts were all over, thought of her, thoughts of us and time together, back to a variety of thoughts, images, ideas, and desires.
As my head was busy with all those lust filled thoughts, my hand make its way to my cock, my balls, and the very sensitive head, lightly touching, and rubbing all of them.
If one hand was good two would be better, so I move the covers and slide off the briefs.
I lean back, knees bent, feet wide on the bed and begin to explore once again.
One hand cups my balls while the other circles my shaft. I begin to slowly stoke my cock and squeeze my balls.
One hand encircles my swollen mushroom head, now dripping with clear pre-cum.
I love seeing the pre-cum, it’s what I consider the perfect slut’s lip gloss, I love to see it on my cock and then on her lips, all shiny, wet, and ready for more cock and kisses!
I moan at my touch, but more at the thoughts. I take a finger and move the pre-cum all over the head of my cock making it all shiny and slick, sucking the rest off my finger as my hand continues to slowly stroke my thickness.
My mind imagines someone’s there watching, enjoying my “me” time and the show I’m providing.

I involuntarily thrust my hips as if fucking my fist, my breath quickens and the pre-cum begins to flow even more, I keep stroking nice firmly and slowly, wanting this to last but wanting to continue to show my imaginary lover a show she won’t soon forget.

My other hand finds my cockhead and gathers the pre-cum with a couple fingers and moves it over the cockhead and around my cock.
More moans and a few grunts escape my lips, as the slippery fingers move from my cock to that space between my balls and anus, rubbing with those slippery fingers feels good and my mind imagines a tongue doing what my fingers are.

My cock slippery with pre-cum moves easily in my fist and I increase the pressure, nice and tight around my thickness, more moans now as I increase the speed.
“Mmmm that’s it baby watch what I do when I can’t enjoy you.” I verbalize it and not sure if I said it out loud or just thought it.
It doesn’t matter I’m getting close now my cock is thicker now I feel it pulsing in my hand and my mind is telling me soon, my other hand is back down near my balls and I feel them contracting, I know that orgasm is near.
I pump furiously now, thinking of greedy little sluts with hungry, greedy mouths and wet, ready, need pussies, watching me, learning what I do alone with my “me” time.

My hips buck, and the hand by my balls meets the other and both hands join to fuck my hard thick cock, in unison. My moan turns to a low long growl, as the moment nears, and I buck my hips once more, as if fucking my lover, and the first stream of hot, white, sticky cum shoots from my cock on to my chest and neck.
I growl loudly as stream after stream of cum squirts from my throbbing cock and lands on my stomach.
I keep going, it seems like forever since I’ve cum this much.
I keep stroking milking every last drop in me, not wanting the feeling to end just yet.
I take some of the cum with one hand and wipe it up and rub it around my cock making it even slicker, and messier imagining that’s how it look as I pull it from her pussy.
My cock twitches to the thought for a moment, and my hand slows its stroking as I enjoy the sight and moment.
I lay there for a while eyes closed imagining I’m still being watched with my cock oozing the last remnants of semen.
I smile to myself, it’s been weeks since I started a day off like this, I can’t wait to see what the rest of the day has to offer.
Time for a shower and coffee!!

Two Weeks

2010-05-27T22:39:00.002-05:00

Two Weeks doesn't seem like a long time, but it sure feels like it sometimes.
Two weeks with my family when I was very much younger wasn't a big deal,
as a teen it was almost unbearable, but deep down I loved it.
As an adult two weeks can seem so short, and so long at the same time.

It seems like yesterday the status quo was normal, we worked, we talked, we slept, started it all over again the next day, and the next.
Days turn into weeks, weeks to months, you get my drift.
Two weeks have passed, and it seems so long ago at times too..

Today I had lunch with a friend / mentor of mine and told him about life the past two weeks.(see a theme here) He was shocked, saddened and concerned with how I was doing.
"With everything you've dealt with business / work related, and now this, how are you handling it all?"
I told him I take it one day at a time, keep putting one foot in front of the other, just like I learned to do as Marine on the many long marches with 60lbs. strapped to my back, carrying a rifle and more.
I knew if I stopped I may not want to continue.
Life is like that for me right now. If I stop too much, I'm not able to finish what I need to do, whether at work, or at home.
Thoughts race in, memories get recalled, tears find their way to the surface, and not much seems important.
I wonder after two weeks is this how it should be? Am I not strong enough, to keep putting the next foot in front of the next?
Does the hurt, loss, anger, loneliness get better? I'm sure it does, but..?
So many questions after two weeks, more every day in fact.
Many with out answers.
Damnit I want the answers...yeah my mind flashed there too! ( A Few Good Men)

Lt.Kaffee: Colonel Jessep, did you order the Code Red?!
Judge: You don't have to answer that question--
Col.Jessep: I'll answer the question. You want answers?
Lt.Kaffee: I think I'm entitled.
Col.Jessep: You want answers?!
Lt.Kaffee: I want the truth!
Col.Jessep: You can't handle the truth!

Two weeks from now the questions may not matter,
& I may not need the answers, but tonight it would be nice.
I can handle the truth.

Need You Now

2010-05-23T23:45:00.000-05:00

Need You now - Lady Antebellum

Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor
Reachin' for the phone 'cause I can't fight it anymore
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without I just need you now

Another shot of whiskey can't stop looking at the door
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time

It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now
woah woaaah.

Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothin' at all

It's a quarter after one I'm all alone and I need you now
And I said I wouldn't call but I'm a little drunk and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without

I just need you now
I just need you now

Ooo, baby,

I need you now

Dreams, Desires, & Goals

2010-05-22T19:50:00.000-05:00

We all have dreams, desires and goals.
I've had some time to consider all of them lately,
excuse for a while as talk about this.

We had many dreams and desires, those are all no longer.
We didn't have as many goals.
I began to think about all three and came to this realization.
The dreams and desires where just that...
dreams and desires, we never made them goals.

People sometimes wonder what the difference is between all three of them.
Goals are the only thing have any control over.
In all the D/s relationships the aspect of control is very clear, yet we talk
about our dreams, desires, and goals but never treat them the right way.

Is it a goal for me to be the best Sir, Master, or Daddy for my sub?
No, because being the best, isn't schedulable or predictable, and
it's not entirely up to me.
I know now in reflection that the things we talk about, those dreams, & desires
only become goals when they are worked for. They can only change from dreams & desires when they are made predictable and schedulable.
The only thing I can control is my behavior,
in doing that I am also able to control her behavior likewise.

Since desires and dreams are ultimately out of our control...
I pledge to all of you here to make my dreams & desires, real goals by making them measurable, obtainable and time specific.
Goals are those activities that we create to support the possibility of having that dream come true, and reaching that desire.

I challenge all of you to look inside yourselves and do the same if you're not already. The achievement of those goals can be aided immensely by having a partner or friend (Dominant / submissive) to keep us accountable to ourselves.

I've made my pledge here and I'll make my declarations here as well,
I encourage everyone who visits here, & friends
to ask me the tough questions and keep me accountable.

I know now, that goals realized are much better to look back at than
dreams and desires that never were...

I now return you to you regularly scheduled kink

Robbed!! Twice...

2010-05-21T08:49:00.004-05:00

Yes, that right. I've been robbed; twice last week. Let me explain.
Last week Wednesday,I'm in the office finishing some client files
and my cell phone begins to ring (vibrate - I'm in the office)
and I look to see who's calling only to discover
the call is from my home phone number??????
Now I live alone, except for a few days per week when my niece stays with me while going to school in town here, so I'm confused as to who the would be calling me and how its from my home number... "Hello?"
"Is this ______ _______?
This Officer _____ with the Milwaukee Police Dept."
"Yes, I am???"
"I'm calling to inform you, your home has been broken into and burglarized, how soon can you be here?"
"Fifteen minutes" Click...."FUCK"
My mind raced, how bad is the house fucked up, what's been taken? etc. etc.
All those questions and feelings. The individuals responsible where apprehended as the police called me, so in that way I was lucky all my items and property will eventually be returned, and the house while ransacked wasn't as bad as it could have been. The window they used to gain entry I've repaired, so all in all I was lucky.

Sadly that's not the case with second. I was robbed again early Friday as I've already posted here, when my Princess, my good girl, my love was so suddenly and unexpectedly taken from me.
To say I thought and wondered "What have I done to have such a week, with these 2 incidents, both happening in less than a 48 hour span.
To say I was feeling sorry for myself, having doubt, feeling lost, feeling violated, and many more feelings and thoughts rushing in and out of my mind would be an understatement.

It's been a week now, and contemplating both. The house can be fixed, the hole in the window, the window itself can be repaired. All the property taken can be replaced, well 99% at least. The home and all of that can be made whole. I can better secure myself, and my home.

The other I can not. She's gone and so are the plans,goals, and dreams we had.
My broken heart and the hole I feel in it, will not be as easily repaired as the broken window. I know it will heal, and life will go on, it's not the same, it won't be, but given all the alternatives, that's alright.
She'd expect nothing less, and if it was the other way around, so would I.

Broken Heart

2010-05-17T14:04:00.004-05:00

I love you Princess. Is it possible to have those words mean more now?
I don't know if they mean more or I wish you could hear or see them once more.
Today I found out that your heart gave out and that was how God called you to his side.
I believe that, you my love, my everything had a huge giving, loving, caring heart.
You were loved by and loved so many and gave unselfishly to everyone who asked and needed for so long and so often that eventually you heart could do no more.

"It's going to be alright"...
You and that beautiful heart can rest now. No more stress, No more worry, No more of putting everything and everyone else before yourself.
You can relax and enjoy all that comes after.
We'll all be ok, after all we have you our Angel watching over us.

I don't know what I'm going to do without you in my life.
I went in the office today and took care of the clients and calls I needed to, but my heart and head wasn't in it, so I called it a day and came home.
I look at my cell and wish you were there.
I check my email and wish you were there.
I look at our pictures and wish you were here.
One moment I feel you with me, and the next you seen even further away.

I know some of this seems like I'm rambling, which with the little amount of sleep I've had is entirely possible.

"It's going to be alright" now I need to remind myself of that and no one else.

Yes my love..."It's going to be alright."

Truer Words Were Never Said

2010-05-16T14:11:00.003-05:00

This was an email I sent to my Princess on Friday
before I learned of this tragedy.
I thought it should be here as well...

When you find this in your mailbox,
Chances are that
I’ll be thinking of you,
as I so often do…

When you read these few words,
I hope you’ll think
How much you mean to me
And how much you always will.

And when you close this email
And continue on with the things
You need to be doing in your day,
Smile a smile for me, and
Remember …
That I’ll be thinking of you still.

She's With God

2010-05-16T09:48:00.007-05:00

Life has a way of getting in the way of what we want or at least what we think we want. Everything else becomes more important at that moment than what we would like.
Myself and my Princess were no different, and of course the distance didn't help either.

No matter how busy either of us had become we always without fail, found a few minutes of each and every day for each other the past 4 years.
Being the one with less responsibilities than her I had more time than she, and often would share with her my hope she would have more time to relax and do the things she wanted to, such as our blogs, reading our friends blogs, etc.
She has that time now...

Thursday evening I received a text message on my cell saying " I love you but I'm not feeling well, need to go to bed I love you Daddy kiss"
I replied" I love you feel better & let me know how you are, I miss you Princess, kisssss"

That was how it ended.
No contact from her on Friday as I stated above not the norm, yet worrisome to me.
I thought to myself if she's ill and its worse she may have stayed in bed and not to worry, I'll talk to her in the morning.

Saturday mornings we had the usual habit of getting together online with our coffee, chatting, sharing like any other couple would. A couple hours past the normal time I called her cell phone it was answered by someone else, in all the years that's never happened.. " Hello is ______ there?" the voice on the other end "No." nothing else, no question as to who I was , nothing. I said "Ok" and disconnected.
I sat confused, incredibly worried. I wondered did I dial wrong? no the number is programmed in my phone.
Fifteen minutes later I call again, ring after ring, finally it's answered and its someone else, an older male, this time "Hello is ____ there?"
"No, who is this"
"This is R_____ her friend, who is this?"
"I'm ______, what number did you call?" WTF??
I staggered at the news and disconnected. My mind raced, heart pounded.
I quickly went online and searched and sadly found an obituary with her name on it, there were her kids, her career info, and husband too.
She passed away on Friday May 14th. Why I may never know, along with a few other questions.
I'm not sure how I feel about that or not.
There's no question we loved each other deeply and no question her puzzle piece fit completely with mine.
There's no question I'll always love her, miss her and the emptiness inside me will be tough to fill.

Princess you can rest now, remember what I always told you
"It'll be alright, it'll be alright..."

I Carry Your Heart

2010-05-15T12:40:00.001-05:00

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

E.E. Cummings

I will love you always my Princess
I miss you more than words could ever show

Rest now with God and the angels,
and know not a single day will go by the
rest of my life that I will not
think of you, love you, and miss you.

Words...

2009-03-27T15:45:00.000-05:00

Words are good for things, like cars and trees,

but when it comes to feelings,

they're like trying to wrap up a waterfall or sign a breeze,

or tell someone a whole truth without lying.

I would rather tell you how I feel with signs:

like the way I look at you or how I touch you,

Or how I fit my dreams to our designs,

creating one bright world-and then, how much.

The truth is not in words or even deeds:

It's far too subtle to be seen or heard.

It's in the garden that supplies one's needs,

Too various for any one act or any single word.

Words are like the scent of a rich perfume
they indicate a presence in the room
like when you enter and the world knows you are there

Sometimes the words don't come easy to tell someone
how much they mean to you and reality of those words

and to the depth to which they're meant.

Chants

2008-09-10T21:10:00.000-05:00

I arrived home and she had or was having an awful day. Kids taking so much time and attention, too much to do, again giving in and over to others desires and not hers.

"Daddy, I'm in a bitchy mood this evening,and Hi, lol" Well my reply was "You need a spanking and bed". She doesn't like being sent to bed right after a spanking and was laying there wide awake unable to sleep.

I in those times of not being able to sleep like to meditate, and use a couple connected words in a "mantra" that I chant over and over to myself as I clear my mind and fall fast asleep. It's always worked well when I do it properly. I wake the next morning in always the same exact position I fell asleep and I wake feeling refreshed and as though I'd just fallen asleep and just woken up, but I digress.
I knew my good girl needed her own mantra to chant and I had my own version of how I was going have her do it. Her pussy was still wet from her spanking and as I bent her over the side of the bed I told repeat over and over and do not stop till I tell you.
"What do you want me to say Daddy?" "DaddyfuckmeDaddyfuckmeDaddyfuckme""understand?"
"Yes Daddy" "good girl begin" ...
With her first 3 words of the chant I filled her tight wet pussy. With the next 3 I pulled out till just the head was in, the final 3 I slammed inside her wetness again....
And so it began with every chant of the 3 I repeated the sequence, and she keep up her chant over and over both of us working ourselves into a frenzy. She needed this, craved this, a few moments to take her mind off of everything else and only concentrate on her. My thrusts continued and I felt her voice rising and falling in unison with my continual thrusts. I knew she was getting closer as her pussy gripped and released my cock inside her, so I whispered to my greedy good girl "Does my bitchy good girl want to cum?"
"Ohgodyes Daddy please!"
"Well then Princess you need to chant "
"DaddycumpleaseDaddycumpleaseDaddycumplease"
"Ohgod Daddy,Yes" and away she went repeating her new chant over and over her beautiful body shaking as she began to stumble and mumble over each new chant, her mind racing and her body aching,crying and begging for the release she chanted for.
Her mind and body in one as each chant repeated reminded both time and again she needed this orgasm.
I slammed my cock in all the way and leaned into her my hands still twisted in her hair and
pulled her back on my cock and said "Yes baby cum..NOW".
Her chants turned into a long low moan as she obeyed my final requested and soaked my cock with her wonderful sweetness.
I soon after added my orgasm to hers filling her up to almost overflowing.

After I tucked her back in bed, laid next to her, my arms around her as she drifted off to
sleep. We woke the next morning just as we had begun wrapped together and well rested.

Lunchtime

2008-08-24T14:18:00.000-05:00

I’m coming home for lunch today.
It might be because of the long hours I put in this week at my office, or the way my good girl seems to bring out the animal in me…or it might be because I traded my ordinary lunch sandwich for a pair of her damp panties instead.(grin)
Who knows?

But I’m coming home, and she’ll be ready for me. She’s bathed every inch of her body in hot, soapy water, and then scrubbed her porcelain skin with a stiff brush until it glows with a pearly pink sheen. No scent. I want to smell only her today. They say that half of the enjoyment in a meal is in the aroma.
Then, after buffing dry with a thick, white towel, she’s to dress in that pretty white apron, pearls, heels …and nothing else. Perfect.

She’ll step before the mirror and takes measure, smiling at what she sees before her. No housewife here, not anymore. She’s taken her little PTA butt and flown to higher ground. What she sees in her mirror is the reflection of Daddy’s housecunt, a wanton woman for whom there are no limits, no worries, she belongs to me.

She’ll shake her pretty hair loose and watch as it flows in blonde profusion down just her shoulders. Her nipples will struggle to peek that last half inch above the bib of her apron, but don’t quite make it, and the southern edge of her attire hints at a dark crevasse that could only be one thing.

She’s ready.

Silently, she’ll slip down to the kitchen, intending to listen for my car in the driveway. She can always hear when I arrive…so why did she miss it today? Instead, she feels my presence long before she hears a sound…senses me before she sees the muted flick of my black pinstripe suit in the doorway. She closes her eyes, a coiling, liquid hunger building even now between her thighs.

I’m there. Her body tenses and she hears me draw near…closer…closer…an eternity. Finally, as her composure begins to shatter, she feels the smooth fabric of my suit pressing hard against my naked butt…my hands circling beneath my flimsy garment.
I say nothing, but at once my breath assails her neck, my teeth grazing her flesh. She gasps and a shiver courses through her.

With slow deliberation, I turn her towards me, lifting her onto the kitchen counter, curling her fingers into the handles of the overhead cabinets as though chaining her helplessly before my gaze. The look in my eyes is something almost wild, feral, as I take in the sight of my housecunt it excites me and I hope it strikes a similar cord between her thighs.

I tug her forward until her dripping sex lays vulnerable along the very edge of her perch. She feels my hand exploring her moist recesses, probing her readiness…one finger…two. She gasps and her grip tightens. Two fingers, so full…, and finally as my body screams silently for release…the third and last.

My left hand unties the bib of her apron, and her hardened nipples are free at last, pebbled and eagerly pressing against my chest. Then, in a single, fluid motion, I grasp one between my teeth as I thrust my hand deep into her.

Her startled moans fill the room. She feels my fingers curling against her g-spot, and more moans. My fingers pumps repeatedly…in and out… she’s so wet now, wetting the cuff of my white dress shirt, wetting the counter with the juice of a thousand desires, needs and cravings.

A small almost inaudible noise escapes her throat, and her knuckles whiten against their shackles. Shamelessly, she moves against me, needing me…devouring me with her body.
I pull away, licking her excited offering from my fingertips.

She hangs limp and senseless for a moment, steadying herself, finding her strength once again… then slips fluidly to her knees on the floor between my suited thighs. Slowly she calms the trembling of her fingers as she releases the buttons of my shirt and strips it from my body. My eyes are intense, hungry, as I devour her with my eyes, our eyes meet as she reaches for my belt buckle, dispatching it with a boldness I never thought she had. Slowly, she slides the zipper downward, for my bulging cock now demands to be released with an urgency that requires a careful hand. My cock springs forward, brushing her cheek in its mad rush to consummate. Goosebumps rising along her naked body as her excitement matches my own.

Fist clenched in her hair, I thrust my hips in her direction and she licks eagerly, lapping at the tiny spurts that even now escape from the hungry mouth of my glistening flesh. She caresses the rounded orbs beneath, rolling and milking them between her fingers until my eyes close and she hears my sighs retreat behind a deep, almost animal-like growl.

I tug her hair and she rises, and taking my hand I lead her into the formal dining room, dominated even now by the heavy mahogany table that she loves so much. I remove the chair at the end, leaving her standing there while I circle toward the opposite side.

She pauses, making sure I am watching. Could I possibly do anything else? Then, slowly she drops her apron to the floor and turns, standing with her back towards me, and raises herself until she’s sitting atop its polished surface. She lays back, nudging closer and closer to my hard, eager body until she is lying at a right angle before me, her head dangling from the very edge in an inverted position between my thighs, her warm breath wafting around my pulsating cock.

I moan in appreciation. Her submission is total, my control consummate. No holds barred…no limitations…and so we "lunch".

My right hand captures the back of her neck, and I press forward, my left thumb momentarily hooking between her lips, opening her mouth to accept my offering.
I advance until I penetrate the wet circle of her lips…savoring the warm area behind her teeth. The hard, almost purple head of my cock throbs demandingly against her tongue, filling her mouth with its silken torture. My free hand caresses her throat below the knotted fabric of her pearls, her “collar”, stroking as one would a favorite pet… and then I lunge.

My hardened cock slips past her barriers, down into the long, straight column of her slender pretty throat, and she tries to gasp. I pause but for an instant, then growl…my primal prayer of control …then thrust again.
I can feel the rise and fall of my hand as it rests against her slender passageway. I fill her…I fill her, over and over. My fingers caress her throat and she swallows in reflex, her flesh closing around me in a wet, pulsating suction that urges me onward. I smile, with a fierce, hungry look that defines what we’re doing…what we’re feeling, and thrust once more.

Again my fingers stroke the vulnerable expanse of her throat. I love the feel of my cock surging and subsiding, swelling the narrow passage which it travels…laying claim to her body and mind once more assuring her, she belongs to me.

I’m close now…so close, and her hot moans fill the space between my thighs. My unencumbered hand grasps her left breast, tweaking the nipple until she whimpers out against the invader that fills her throat.
She gushes then…long flowing streams against the mahogany surface. Will this table ever be the same again? Will we care?

I reach between her quivering thighs and run my fingers through the flow, anointing her nipples with its liquid opulence. Then, eyes piercing, I guide my left hand deep between her lips and pantomime briefly an intimacy she’s never shared with anyone.

She blushes. A deep crimson flush seems to rise from the tips of her toes and finds its way along her bulging neckline to capture her glistening eyes.
Intently, I watch as her hand slides maddeningly between the lips of her soaked pussy, her body writhing shamelessly before me. My thrusts become more urgent, more demanding…

Her abandonment intensifies and her increasing moans and whimpers consume me, vibrating against your trembling cock. She’s wet, so wet, grinding her now slippery butt into a swirling pool of her own lust and longing…hungering flesh and hot desires.

I can feel how close I am now sure she can taste me now...so close. Already my early offerings slide wetly down her throat…heralding the deluge to come. Her body is shaking now, her hand quivering at its task. Her eyes are aglow, and as I feel her close to falling over the edge of the same wonderful universe, she hears “Now good girl, now!”

Then suddenly she’s nearly drowned in a river of heated profusion… buried in a seemingly never-ending flood of thick, salty sweet nectar, seasoned by her own ejaculate cries of unrestrained passion. The hot, slippery liquid slithers satisfyingly down her throat, filling her…filling the hollows of her body, mind and soul with lustful satisfaction.

I thrust once more, shuddering involuntarily, then slump against her, my face flushed and sated.

Gasping, I withdraw, kissing her gently, my tongue licking at the errant drops that have escaped her lips. I then climb atop the table and lay beside her moist and trembling body, drawing her against me…her breath warm and ragged against my chest. My arms encircle her.

Once more I wet my hand between her thighs, and then begin to trace the crease between her butt. My fingers begin to probe…deeper…deeper until they find their mark…that tight, portal hidden between her glistening cheeks. She buries her face against my chest, her eyes widening as I begin to thrust. My thick, strong finger invades her body and she writhes against me, impaled on my finger.

I smile, move the pearled collar, and close my lips over the throbbing pulse at the base of her throat. My finger retracts once more, and I hold her closely, lustful ideas, thoughts flooding my eyes.
Another time…another time…

“What are we doing tomorrow for lunch?” I ask with a grin.

Dance fever

2008-08-18T19:45:00.001-05:00

We meet at the predetermined nightclub. She’s wearing a tight black button down blouse, a metallic looking black skirt with a small slit just above the knee and silver high heels with stockings. With her pretty blonde hair and pink lip gloss she looks amazing.

She can tell from the look on my face and bulge that I’m pleased with her appearance. I grab her waist and pull her to me giving her a long luscious kiss slipping my tongue along and inside those pretty glossed lips. The vibration of the music reverberates between us, feeling the beat of every note.

I hold her arm as we walk through the club, proceeding to the dance floor I notice many pairs of eyes on her as we make our way to the bar along side the dance floor. We sit at the table watching the crowd and have a drink and relax. We’re fondling and touching each other my hands roaming her lovely body, and I lean in for another sweet kiss.
My hand is on her thigh now “ Did my good girl do as I asked?” I whisper in her ear.
Her lips slides up from my mouth to my ear and she whispers “Yes Daddy I am here panty less.” Within moments my hand is sliding up all the way “Open for me” I growl in her ear. She moves closer and spreads her legs wider, leans in and kisses me her tongue slipping in searching for mine. My finger slides up and inside her wet slit. As I slide it in further she gasps and moans as I push further inside. No one can hear her and with the music so loud we can barely hear each other. She’s pumping herself on my finger and squirming on and around it. “Daddy I’m so wet and so close, please.”
We kiss again and I speak loudly in her ear as the music’s so loud now “Are you getting close Princess??” She looks at me in that precious innocent look, gulps and says “Yes, Daddy.”
I lean back and look at her, my fingers still inside and say “Then show me, let me see you come on my finger” I slide my finger all the way in and pull it out rubbing the wet finger around her clit and sliding it again. She closes her eyes and savors the sensations then suddenly her eyes open and she looks at me with a pleading look and I say “Now”
she smiles, closes those pretty green eyes and lets out a low moan. I slide the finger back out and keep the fingertip on her hard lil clit making more slow circles. After a few minutes I take the finger and slip it inside my mouth tasting her sweetness. I smile and she leans forward to kiss me again and taste her on my tongue. “I can’t wait to suck you.” she whispers to me “and have you do anything you want with me Daddy”

There are people all around the club yet it seems no one has noticed us. Everyone doing their own things and into each other. Suddenly her favorite dance song is on and we make our way hand in hand to the dance floor. I turn her around so I’m behind her, my hands on her waist as she begins to dance. She’s dancing and grinding up against me, feeling the hardness of my cock against her backside. As the music continues I take my hands from her waist and move up to cup her breasts, I make sure to rub her nipples a bit too. She leans her head back on my shoulder and gives me a few sweet wet kisses to the side of my face as we “dance”. As the song continues I take my hands and move then down to her waist and this time back up under the blouse. I feel her soft skin in my hands and soon they’ve worked their way up under her bra, where I take hold and hold them as my fingers scissoring and pinching her nipples. She looks up at me surprised but yet knowing she’s safe in my hands. She smiles and closes her eyes for a moment to focus on the sensations of my hands on her body and my hardness against her backside, feeling my cock rubbing into her ass.

Then I release her breasts and move down the front of her body, my left hand working my way to the front of her skirt. She checks to see if her blouse is draped over her skirt enough to hide what I’m doing, Not that anyone is noticing but still…
My hand reaches her soaked pussy and she feels me slip a finger inside. “Oh God, Daddy” she says breathlessly “What are you doing to me?” I laugh a bit “Do you really think you can look like this and tease me as you do and not expect me to take some of you?” Of course it’s a rhetorical statement, as she’s mine and we both have known exactly how she’ll react and what may happen. Her excitement is evident on her face and more so by how incredibly wet she’s continued to get. I’m rubbing her harder now and my finger is pistoning in and out of her at a frenzied pace. She’s no longer moving to the music, she moving to my finger inside her. She moaning and moving as if unaware of it now. I look around and notice this hasn’t gone unnoticed now and pairs upon pairs of eyes are upon us. She’s not focused and doesn’t seem to care anymore who may be watching or what they think. That’s something that hasn’t happened with me before.

Her pussy is so wet now I know she has to be close to orgasm, and almost as if on cue she pulls my hand from inside her and turns to me panting “No more please Daddy, I need you inside me now. Please Daddy just fuck me, I don’t care how you do it just fuck me good pleassssssssssssse.” We begin to look around the club to find a place we can go. We come upon a dimly lit hallway. We have no idea what it is or where it goes, but it seems to be the only place we can find right now. As we head into the hallway further we see it’s lined with many other door, from behind we can hear moaning and grunting and other sounds suggestive of more intense sexual activities. It seems we are on the right track. At the end of the hallway we find a door from which no sounds emerge, I knock on it, and luckily there’s no response. We open the door and walk in, closing it behind us.

All we can see in the very dim light is a sofa with a table along side it. It’s a very small room, but no doubt spacious enough for our needs right now.
Within seconds we’re holding each other and kissing with a level of passion that easily could have brought us to orgasm. I struggle to open the many buttons on the blouse and decide that ripping it open would be easier, she gasps as the buttons drop like rain on the floor. I grab her after a moment and turn her around bending her over the sofa “Don’t move Princess” I command “I want you just like that, so I can take you from behind”.
She remains still her hands resting on the top of the sofa, as she hears me opening my belt and pulling down my zipper. I wrap my right arm around her waist, while my left take hold of my cock and position it at the opening of her pussy. Slowly little by little I push my cock inside her from behind. She cries out with pleasure and begins to push back against me. Slowly I grind myself further inside her until I feel my balls against her ass.
I begin thrusting in and out of her, reaching up and taking hold of her pretty blonde hair with my left hand as I continue fucking her. Neither of us are paying much attention to anything else but our passion, when suddenly the music from outside sounds much louder. We turn our heads to see the door to the room is now open and we are no longer alone. There’s another couple standing by the door, watching us with obvious interest.
My Princess is stunned and is about to stop when I thrust harder and pull her hair again to bring her attention back to where it belongs. She turns to look and I smile at her nodding its ok and we continue fucking ignoring the unwanted observers. I look at them after a moment and shake my head to say NO! Off they went to find a room of their own. The door closes and she’s moaning, whimpering, and now as if chanting “Daddy please, Daddy please, Daddy please” I slow my thusts and vary the speed and she back up her body betraying her greediness. “Daddy now please, Daddy now please” her chanting continues. I respond to her greediness with my own and drive myself hard and fast into her growling “Yes good girl come all over Daddy’s cock” I pull her back by her hair and search to find her mouth with mine as she moans in my mouth giving herself up to her orgasm. My moans meet hers as she takes my hand from around her waist and brings it to her clit. My legs stiffens and I growl “Daddy’s gonna come baby”
“Yes Daddy fill me up” she whispers as I explode inside her wonderful velvety tight pussy. Suddenly she turns is on her knees and facing me her mouth open wide as she takes my cock into it. She’s licking frantically at my cock getting as much of my orgasm as she can. She continues licking and sucking me clean,as my cock begins to subside.
I pull her up to me and kiss her soflty as her tongue lick the remnants from her lips. “mmm so good Daddy, thank you” I grab her by the waist again and pull her close to me kissing her more passionately than I can remember. We’re still kissing when there’s a knock on the door, asking us if we are done in there. We look at each other and burst into laughter. We quickly put our clothes back on and open the door to another waiting couple. I guess tonight the club has many of us with similar ideas. In a hurry to get out she’s left off her bra and the blouse’s buttons are long gone, so we walk back to the bar her with her arms across her chest. We are there for a quick nightcap and off to our place to be alone with our thoughts of tonight, and to replay it this time in private.

Say Please like a good...

2008-08-10T17:22:00.001-05:00

Don't be quiet hoping I will read your mind or see it in your pretty eyes
Smell your scent
and come sniffing at your pussy
Tell me

Knowing what I wish to know excites the fuck out of me
My mind reels over again and I plan what to do next
I hear your soft moans imagined
I echo each of them

When you say please
And your desire is so very evident
you rake your nails across my chest
licking your bottom lip before biting it

Images explode
Across my mind nad imagination
My cock thickens
I adjust my jeans

Waiting for you to come through that door
Tired from your work day
tapping my hand against my thigh
I begin to feel impatient

you drop your facade
then your clothes at the door
No need for polite conversation
When We both know how wet your pussy is

Kneel here in front of me
Tell Daddy what you want
I want everything you desire me to have
Use me as You wish Daddy

Say please like the good little slut you are.

How I See it

2008-07-19T20:40:00.001-05:00

I want to see my beauty walk into the room
Sauntering towards me I can smell her perfume
My perfect good girl and my sexual toy
Her pleasing me brings me total, complete, ultimate joy.

She timidly kneels lowering her eyes
Knees widespread displaying her thighs
She looks up below her lowered eyelashes and gives a soft smile
Waiting to see what's in store for her in a very short while.

The minutes pass without a word or glance
Already my cock is ready in anticipation inside my pants
Finally I rise and make the few short steps and I’m at her side
I know whatever I ask of her she will gladly abide

She quivers silently and mews a soft cry
Waiting for the first touch from her Daddy, her guy
As I reach down and stroke her soft pretty blonde hair
Soon enough I will lay her bare

I will slide inside slowly and then start to pound
The soft inner wet sanctum of her little pussy mound
When she starts to moan I will thrust with more lust
Claiming her body and her complete undying trust

Sweat starts to drip slowly from her brow
Her body betrays her as she gets even wetter, I can still smell her sweet scent even now.
She lowers her head gently to the floor
Raising her ass giving Me her wide open sex to explore.

First come the fingers and then the soft tongue
Pressing into her going from two into one
My tongue spreads her wide and tastes the sweet nectar
Such a joy to slide my tongue deep inside her wet little bare nuclear reactor.

In a moments time she is whimpering and moaning
I bury my cock inside her, I’m slamming inside her and I too am groaning
Soon enough the cum begins to spurt
She pulls off my cock and gives it a few jerks.

Across her face the cum shoots and spurts
She rubs my jerking cock across her pretty breasts
As the orgasm subsides she takes me in her waiting mouth
I once again start to slide my fingers down south.

In no time at all we are back at it again
Fucking with fever and both feeling mutual pleasure deep within

Her orgasm comes now as she writhes and squeals
I can scarcely believe the pleasure she makes me feel

After a few moments we collapse and breathe deep
Snuggled together we both fall asleep.

Rainy Days..

2008-05-24T02:31:00.000-05:00

When her love comes pouring over me like rain,
I close my eyes and get soaked to my
soul all over again....

Time..

2008-04-16T17:42:00.003-05:00

They were meeting at 8 pm. she was to be his till 12midnight.
He's rather obsessive about time.

At 8am precisely, at work, she received an email from Him.
She was to lay out 3 sheets of blank copy paper on her desk next to each other and leave them in plain view until she receive further instructions

At 9 am on the dot an email instructed her to fold the middle piece in half, then half again and place it between the two other sheets, sandwich like.

At 9:50 am the email instructed at exactly 10am to go get a glass of water and leave it on her desk then go into the bathroom and masturbate for 3 minutes exactly. She was to return to the desk, without washing her fingers, drink the water and then email Him to advise if she had orgasmed. She did not cum, but she of course sent him the advisory email.

At 10:50, the exact same order came but for an 11 am start. She was to masturbate for 5 minutes this time.
She emailed back at around 11:15 that she was once again unable to cum as others were in the restroom at the same time and it was distracting. However she was very close to orgasm and her panties had a large wet spot to prove it.

The next email did not arrive for an hour and a half though she checked the screen every 5 minutes. The anticipation of the next task was as exciting as if He were there touching her most intimate spot. She could feel her clit throbbing every second, marking the passing time.

Finally the familiar tone alerted her to another message. Her hands shook as she read it. She was to take the folded sheet of paper into the restroom, unfold it and wipe the middle crease along her wet pussy lips.

She coated the paper with her cum, she rubbed it back and forth along her labia, masturbating with it till fear of tearing the now soggy paper forced her to stop. She wanted to continue stroking herself with her fingers, to finally bring herself to orgasm but her instructions were to promptly return the paper to her desk, placed safe between the other two sheets.

It remained on her desk for over an hour while she continued at her work. As each visitor arrived she worried they would question the paper trail, or worse would they smell the sweet and obvious scent that seemed to permeate her surroundings. The fear subsided but the excitement built as the next hour passed.

Another message, an address given, a first class stamp on a clean white envelope and a quick trot down to the mail room.
The folded paper now in the care of United States Postal Service.

A final request not to remove or change her wet panties when she went home; probably the most difficult of all her instructions that day.

Punctual as ever, she gave herself to Him physically at 8 pm but she had been in his control since 8am

greedy, again ...

2008-03-31T20:35:00.000-05:00

I reach you, taking your hands in mine, and I lean down and kiss your forehead.
”Good Girl” I whisper.
We smile at each other; I walk backwards leading you to the sofa, you realizing it’s begun.
"Stand here." I motion to a position directly before me.
I sit down and you stand where I indicate.
After a moment's silence, "Take off that blouse, bra and pants."
You do not hesitate, and stand before me in just your cotton panties.
"Stand proudly, you’re beautiful my love."
You blush and straighten your back, smiling softly.
I lean forward and hold out my hands for you to take.
"Straddle my legs, sit facing me."You take my hands in yours and set one foot on either side of my legs, sitting down and opening yourself to me.
I guide you into a comfortable position, smiling into your pretty green eyes, holding your arms out slightly, admiring your beauty.
I reach up with my hands and gently cup your face, lean into you, kiss you tenderly, caressing your lips lightly with mine.
You moan softly and close your eyes in pleasure as I passionately slide my warm moist tongue between your lips.
I feel the soft touch of your fingertips about my waist as your tongue gently finds my own.
I slide my left hand around behind your head and twist and curl it into your hair.
"God, I've needed you. Have I been away that long?"
I kiss you hard before you can answer, moaning against your lips.
I feel you smile and lick against my mouth, tasting me.
"I'm tingling all over." I whisper.
I pull your head back by your pretty blonde hair, gently exposing your neck. I hear you moan softly in anticipation.
I hesitate then lean in sliding my tongue right down your neck to your collarbone. I kiss it and you shudder a bit.
My right hand drags my nails down your back across your hip and reaches up, cupping your breast and feeling your nipple press into my palm.
You moan softly, pressing into my hand.
I kiss my way back up your neck. It’s a slow, long, beautiful journey back to your hot mouth.
You nibble softly, teasingly, on my bottom lip before I slip my tongue deep into your mouth.
Between my fingers pulling your hair back, and my mouth on yours, and now my other fingers tightening on your nipple, you gasp, breathing hard, your hands holding me at my waist.
I break the passionate kiss, both of us both breathing hard, l stare at you with passion in my eyes.
"Feel Daddy’s cock," I whisper.
"Yes, Sir," you whisper back.
You trail your fingertips down over my chest, reach down and run your fingers over it
"It's Daddy’s cock... repeat it."
"Your cock."
"Mmmmmm... Good girl"
I reach for you, sliding my fingers gently between your legs, stroking softly.
"This is your pussy ... repeat it also."
You shudder a bit and your blush deepens.
Barely audible "It's my pussy."
I grasp your nipple tight, and begin to squeezing.
"Don't move. It's so very wet.
Tell me it's wet.""My pussy is wet."
I roll your nipple softly and you moan.
"Good girl."
Breathing hard, I kiss you firmly again and slide my fingers back and forth over you.
"Mmmmmm... my good girl..."
I can hear you breathing unevenly, trembling, and trying so hard not to move.
"Move back and forth against my fingers."
I hold my fingers still and watch as you tilt your hips and move your ass back and forth, stimulating yourself on my fingers.
I pull them back a little.
"More?"
You move your hips closer, searching for them.
"You want them, don't you.”?
"Y..Yes, Daddy," you whimper.
I sit back a little and watch you.
"Slide a finger into yourself Princess."
You do.
"Don't move."
You moan softly.
"Close those eyes and feel it."
You close your eyes.
"Feel how hot you are inside, feel how wet you are inside."
You whimper softly.
"Your pussy is mine."
“My pussy is yours Daddy” you whisper with out me asking.
“Such a good girl, and such a greedy lil slut too!” I remark.
You shudder.
"Roll your hips at your fingers. Keep your fingers still."
I flick my tongue over your lips.
"Oh God, Daddy," you moan.
"Fuck your fingers."
You start.
"Fuck them, my good lil cumslut."
You moan.
"Push at them, feel how wet you"
"Goddd..."
"Stop."
You stop and whimper softly.
"Don't move."
"Slide them slowly out."
"Good girl." I reply
You shudder.
"I want you to pinch your nipple with your wet fingers."
"Which one Daddy?"
"This one," I grasp it tightly and twist it. I feel it harden even more.
You bring your fingers to your nipple and grasp it as soon as I let go.
Your mouth opens and your eyes close.
Your head falls back.
"So pretty," I say.
I take your wrist in my hand and direct your fingers into my mouth.
"Mmmmmm," I say as I suck them.
"Look into my eyes."
"I am going to love licking “my” wet greedy needy pussy."
You shudder, watching me with a heated smile.
"Oh, you like that do you?" I say with a mock stern look
you giggle softly for a second and whisper. "Yes, Daddy."
I grin."Well, you'll have to be good then."
You nod repeatedly and look at me, then giggle.
I watch you blush more.
"Nasty girl."
You laugh softly and protest.
"Not usually."
I grin.
"Ha! We'll see about that.
"Your eyes sparkle and you nod again. You know I am right.
I slide my hands under your arms. Suddenly you find yourself unsteadily standing.
"Look."
I point at your pussy as you look down at it.
“Tell me.”
"I'm so very wet Daddy" you whisper, almost astonished.
Our eyes meet.
"There is nothing in the world I want more right now than to feel your hot breath on my cock."
You unconsciously lick your lips, eyes smoldering.
"I am going to stand. And you are going to kneel, like a greedy lil cumslut."
I look you up and down as if inspecting you.
Your nipples are hard and poking into the air.
Shadows from them fall across your breasts.
"Please..."
"Please? I am not asking you."
You swallow.
"Get on your knees, my greedy nasty girl."
You almost hurry.
I lean down and kiss you, then stand.
I look down on you and smile."You’re so beautiful Princess."
I slide the belt from my jeans and watch as continue watching me.
I thread it loosely around your neck and slip it through its buckle.
I hold the end of it in my hand.
"What are you waiting for?" I say with a mock stern look
You eagerly reach for my pants, undoing them and drawing down the fly, helping me step out of them.
You smile impishly and lean forward, your hands on top of your thighs, and breathe hotly along the length of my cock.
"Mmmmmmm..."
You smile up at me and extend your tongue, brushing it lightly over the tip.
I run the fingers of my other hand through your hair. Then tighten lightly.
"Look up at me."
"Do you know how amazing you are?"
Your eyes smile.
"Show me your passion."
You slip your mouth over me, sucking and nibbling almost urgently. Then, looking up at me, you suck down my length then slowly drag your teeth lightly back up again.
"Oh, yesss..." I whisper.
I watch as you do it again.
I groan, my toes curling.
"God. I'm so hard. Look what you do to Daddy"
You hold me in your mouth and I groan again when I feel your tongue stimulating the underside. My breath hisses between clenched teeth as I feel your mouth slide further down and suck harder.
"Fuck..." I growl,
"Mmmmmmmm...Such a good lil cocksucker"
I fold the belt in my hand and tighten my grip in your hair.
I hold you close and limit your movement.
I close my eyes and savor the feel of your pretty mouth and tongue.
You moan softly and I feel it.
I open my eyes to look down on you.
Your eyes are closed in rapture.
My eyes roll back into my head.
I need to hold on.
The sight of you, so sexy and happy.
My cock thick, wet and glistening, sliding in and out of your mouth.
Your cheeks hollow.
I feel myself throb.
I feel you pulling against my grip.
I guide you in longer strokes.
My balls tingle.
"Mmmmmmmm..."I look back down on you.
You are looking up at me.
So beautiful.
You watch my eyes and slide down lower.
"Oh goddd..."
You start to move your mouth up and down faster.
You reach up to hold my thighs but I stop you.
"Pinch your nipples instead good girl."
Your hands go straight to them. You pinch them tightly.
I guide your mouth in longer strokes.
"Look in my eyes."
You look into my eyes intently, my cock sliding in and out of your hot tight mouth.
I watch as you pinch tighter and moan again.
I shudder with the vibrations.
"Pull at your nipples."
You pull at them and gasp around me.
"Now your clit. Pinch it lightly."
I hold your head firm.
You shudder.
I move my hips. Slowly sliding in and out, impaling your mouth.
"Soothe it now."
You stroke slowly between your legs.
I feel you tremble.
I hold your head still. My hips rock back and forth.
"You have such beautiful expressive eyes."
They smile up at me.
I slide back and forth a little faster, fucking your mouth.
I watch your fingers move faster between your legs.
You are keeping up with me.
I grit my teeth.
I fuck your mouth faster still.
I growl
I can't stop. friction, heat. tight, wet.
Like your hot wet pussy.
"I'm going to cum greedy girl"
faster, and faster.
Holding your head tight, my eyes closed tight.
Breathing between clenched teeth.
Moaning.Shuddering.
Holding you tight.
Deep.
Cum rushing. Pulsing.
Exploding from my cock.
Holding you tight.
Feeling you.
Sucking.
Still sucking.
"Oh, God..."
Thighs trembling.
"Oh good girl..."
Still sucking, softer now.
Your eyes on mine.
Feeling you moan.
Sucking still.
Staring into my eyes.
“Yes, good lil cumslut you can swallow”
I watch you tilt your head and swallow.
Still sucking.
I slide your head back.
My cock makes a popping sound as it comes free.
Slick and wet. Throbbing.
A strand of cum pulses and hangs a moment from the head.
You pull forward against my grip in your hair.
I release.
"Get it."
You bring your mouth up underneath it. Capturing it on your tongue. Following it to its source. Sucking me into your mouth again.
"Get it all greedy nasty good lil cumslut."
You suck hard again. Suck me down. Your tongue firm on the underside. Drawing any that remains to the tip. You suck the head firmly then softly.
Keeping it in your mouth.
You smile.
I reach into your hair and gently pry you off.
I stand before you.
One hand in your hair.
The other around the belt. The belt around your neck.
The taste of my cum in your mouth.
"Cum for me, now good girl."
You smile warmly.
"Show Daddy."
Your fingers quicken on your hard little clit.
Your reach down with your other hand, sliding fingers into yourself.
You start to move your hips against them.
"Taste me while you cum."
Your mouth and eyes close.
Your fingers quicken.
"Fuck them." I growl
You moan softly.
"Fuck your fingers harder."
You grind against them.
"Show me your passion."
You start fucking your pussy harder.
"Let it go."
Your fingers across your clit are a blur.
"Be mine."
Your hips are bucking against them.
"Show me."
You moan loudly.
"Faster."
Rhythmic noises come from your mouth.
"Pinch your clit while you fuck your pussy."
"Oohhhh..."
"Harder."
"Oohhh... oohhhhh...."
"Fuck your fingers harder."
You start to tremble.
"I said faster. now fuck it."
You start to moan continuously.
"Faster on your clit."
Your tremble gets stronger.
"Hold it back, then crash into it."
Your eyes are shut tight.
"Be mine..."
Your moans rise in pitch.
"Be my greedy good girl."
You convulse and scream.
I hold your hair in my hand.
It must hurt the way you pull against it.
You don't seem to notice.
You just scream and shudder.
Your hands slow down.
You slump back. Resting your butt on your heels.
Gulping breaths.
Chest rising and falling.
Nipples swollen.
Head down.
Blushing so strongly. So beautifully.
"You're gorgeous."
You shake softly.
"You're so gorgeous," I whisper again.
I scoop you up into my arms. You instinctively wrap your arms around my neck.
Holding on tight.
"You’re still shaking, Princess" I whisper in your ear.
You bury your face in my neck and mumble something.
"I didn't hear that. Say it again."
I smile into your eyes as you lean up and look into mine.
"I'm yours."
I smile and kiss you tenderly.
You kiss me back.
Your fingertips are light on my neck.
I take you over to my chair and I sit down in it.
I gently guide you onto my lap.
You moan softly and curl up against me.
I wrap you in my arms.
You don't look up.
You whisper into my chest."It's... never been like that."
I smile softly.
"Thank you, Daddy."
I hug you and rock you.
Gently back and forth.
I whisper."You are welcome my love."
I smile.
You look up at me and trace my cheek.
I kiss your lips softly.
I hold you gently.
Cuddling with you.
You trace my mouth with a fingertip.
You smile and raise your eyes to mine.
We melt together and close our eyes.

My Princess - a must read!

2008-03-26T21:39:00.000-05:00

My Princess wrote this after our Monday and if everyone isn't aware of her blog, get comfy and enjoy a great read! have fun, enjoy and don't forget to leave comments for either on of us.

http://hisblushingprincess.blogspot.com/2008/03/please-note-this-is-second-time-for.html

Another Quote I like...

2008-03-26T07:26:00.000-05:00

"People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don't believe in circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they can't find them, make them. "
- - George Bernard Shaw

greedy

2008-02-27T12:21:00.000-06:00

I trace your lips with my fingertip.
You open enough and I slide my finger in.
I feel you wrap your tongue around it and suck it.
With sparks of passion in my eyes I whisper, "That's just like sucking my cock isn't it?"
I slide a second finger into your mouth.
I caress your cheek where it hollows with the fingertips of my other hand.
"I love this bit," I say.
"You know, my cock is the largest thing that you will ever put in your mouth..."
I slide my fingers slowly in then almost out again, watching them,
Feeling your tongue,
"You are such a good lil cocksucker now aren't you?
Do you like thinking of yourself as my good lil cocksucker?
It's very nasty isn't it?
kind of slutty...
Yes, a very good lil cocksucker..."
I caress your hollowed cheek more.
"Such a pretty perfect good lil cocksucker too..."
I reach slowly down trailing my fingers down your neck,
Down the slope of your breast,
Cupping it.
Gently pinching the nipple.
"You really enjoy it don't you?…
Good girl."
I slide my fingers smoothly back and forth.
I roll your nipple in between my thumb and finger.
"There is something so incredibly sexy about my good girl sucking my cock...
The tight suction and wetness...
Her beautiful face
Mouth impaled
Cheeks hollow
Your eyes on mine
Makes me harder just thinking about it..."
I take your hand and place it over my cock "
I bet that made your pussy tremble...
Get on your knees...
Take my cock out my good lil cocksucker...
Get your knees apart and rub your pussy...
Greed nasty good girl...
Pinch your nipples...
Lick your lips...
Look into Daddy’s eyes..."
"My good little cocksucking slut...
Do it nasty good girl...
Rub your pussy...
It's quite wet isn't it?
You've been very wet for a while haven't you?
Lick the head, you know you want to..."
I slide my fingers up the length pressing on the fleshy tube underneath.
I spread the seeping pre-cum over the head.
"Nice and shiny... "
You like Daddy’s pre-cum don't you greedy girl?"
"It's tastes good doesn't it?
Rub your clit gently...
Suck the end of my cock while I slowly stroke it...
Put your other hand on mine as I do it…
Move your tongue in smooth slow circles around the head...
"Close your pretty eyes...
If you taste pre-cum lick over the opening...
And suck a little harder for a moment...
Your little rewards...
For being such a very good lil cocksucker..."
I wind and twist my fingers in your hair,
I slide your mouth down my cock.
"Look up at me greedy lil cocksucker..."
I hold your head down.
"Pinch your nipples...
Suck...
They're very hard aren't they?
Very hard nipples and a very wet pussy..."
I slide your mouth slowly up.
"Slide two fingers into your pussy."
I slide your mouth back down my cock, and hold your head there.
"Suck good girl...
Keep fucking your wet little pussy, greedy lil cocksucker...
Feel how very wet you are...
Feel how your clit tingles...
Feel Daddy’s hardness in your mouth...
So hot and unyielding...
Touch your clit good girl..."
I slide your mouth back up and off my cock,
Holding your hair.
"Such a pretty pout..."
I grasp my cock and coat your lips with my pre-cum.
"There... that's pretty...
Now you really have a good lil cocksucker's mouth...
Lick your lips my greedy nasty little very good cocksucker...
Pinch your clit gently...
Now rub it...
Soothe it...
I slide your open mouth down again firmly.
"I want you to cum on your fingers...
Fuck your pussy and rub your clit...
Daddy’s going to cum so hard...
Can you feel me throbbing?
God, I'm so hard...
Your mouth is so hot and tight..."
I slide your mouth slowly up and down,
Growling through clenched teeth.
My balls are tingling...
Suck really hard while I fuck your mouth and I'll cum...
I arch and tremble, muscles tightening.
"Going to cum good girl..."
I clench inside and creamy spurts of hot cum splatter into your mouth.
I hold your mouth down on me and growl more.
The hard throbs become pulses of pleasure.
Your mouth still sucks.
"Now cum for me greedy good girl, cum with Daddy’s cum dripping down your chin...
That's right fuck yourself, rub your clit faster...
I want you to cum with your mouth full of my cum...
Mmmm... pretty perfect good little cocksucker...
That's right, cum for Daddy... Good girl, yes!!!!!!
We are done for now...
Lick your pretty wet good little cocksucking lips...
Yes, you really do love it don't you my greedy good girl??....

I Adore You...

2008-02-25T16:20:00.001-06:00

" I adore you and want to spend the rest of my life adoring you." .....Wow! I'm not a tiny person but those words from her knocked me harder than any punch I've ever gotten.
Those words were stronger and affected me more than any "I love you" from others. She loves me and tells me so, often and I can't get enough of her or any words out of her mouth. I guess I should say that those word, were her "hello" to me a few days ago.
Not "Hello!" "I missed you" .... nothing like that but those words then a "hi". As I told her I had never received a greeting from anyone like that before and I'm sure I never will.
While each person and every relationship has that one unique defining moment where it all makes sense, all the questions seen to be answered for that one moment in time, that was the one for me. In that moment right then, I knew there was no one I wanted to share my life with more than her. I still feel that way.
I hear that phrase "they complete me" all the time and I cringe. I'm complete as I am. I'm far from perfect but I am complete. All I can say is while I live my life and am whole as a man, I don't want to think of my life with out her, now that's such an important part of it. So with that said.... "Princess I adore you and want to spend the rest of my life adoring you!" " I Love you."

True Love

2008-02-20T11:02:00.000-06:00

"True love is characterized by attentiveness, respect."

Thich Nhat Hanh (1926 - )Buddhist monk, from the book "The Art of Power"

The Dinner and the Elevator - Pt. 1

2008-02-11T15:01:00.001-06:00

We had a meeting, award dinner etc. for my employer this weekend. It was at a very nice place and everything was thought out for not only us employees but also for a spouses or significant others. The meetings went well and while that was going on the female spouses, girlfriends and other had time to relax get massages, make up and hair styled etc, all courtesy if the company. Everyone had a great time and as the day turned to evening and dinner… My girl my Princess looked incredible in her LBD and heels. As we preceded into the main room my hand on the small of her back leading, guiding her in direction we needed to go a smile swept across my face as every eye was on us as we walked in. I leaned in and whispered “Princess, you look amazing tonight and everyone seems to have noticed too”. We made our way to the bar and got our drinks and made our way back in the main room again. As we stood there looking and taking it all in, I saw one of the managing partners motioning for us to join him and a few others at their table. Being he’s one of reasons I work there I was more than happy to join them. We walked over, again my hand on her back guiding her to the places I wanted and more so to show everyone she was mine. I pulled her chair and helped slide it in as she sat. I sat next to her on her left side and again I leaned in and whispered to her “Princess, Daddy wants you right now”. I leaned back a bit as she turned to me and I saw the flush in her face turn to a blush that radiated to her chest. Her eyes looked at me with a bit of embarrassment and excitement too. I smiled. We made small talk as others filtered in and as the tables filled. It seemed as if everyone made their way to our table regardless of where they were sitting. I like to think it’s the witty conversation and my sense of humor, I know in truth it was for a chance to get closer to my Princess, and I couldn’t have been prouder. She always handles herself with a grace and charm that makes everyone naturally drawn to her. As dinner was ready we had to get up to go the buffet set up which was incredible the amount and variety for everyone was great and the food was excellent. We made our way through the line, me carrying both plates, as the Princess plated what we were to eat and share. Seeing as the blush was gone and her beautiful skin was back to its normal hue I leaned in and again whispered in her ear “Daddy’s going to fuck you later Princess”. This time she let out and audible gasp and looked at me and then around to see if anyone noticed her very noticeable blush. I smiled and said “good girl” as we finished in the serving line and made our way back to the table.
Dinner was for the most part uneventful with conversation about the various food items, the desserts, and of course some work related topics. A few times I was sure to make sure she knew regardless of everything going on that she had my attention. I did that with my hand running up her thigh and under her dress, close enough to her pussy to make her wiggle just a little bit.
After dinner and another drink the awards were given out. The room was darker now as the screen was on and overhead lights drown out the view. Princess took the opportunity to make her way to my crotch with her left hand as I sat there trying to pay attention to the speaker and presentation, meanwhile my Princess was causing me to give a presentation of my own in my black dress slacks. She then leaned in and whispered to me this time “Daddy, I need spanked and fucked now please.” I smiled at her and whispered “Good girl I think that’s a great idea after this is done we’ll make our way to our room.”
As the presentation finished up we made some small talk and as we stood there I said “Sweetheart say goodnight to everyone” we’re going to excuse ourselves for the evening. We walked through the room and as we made our way out I lead her to the elevators. Hitting the button and waiting for it to return seemed to take hours, I smiled and whispered “Daddy loves you Princess”. She just smiled and whispered in her little girl voice “I love you too Daddy”. The elevator door opened and as the couple inside stepped out we stepped in. I hit the button to close the doors immediately as I didn’t want to share this ride. I pushed the button for our floor and stood just behind and to the side of her. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a collar, pink of course and reached my hand out with it hanging from my fingers and said to her “Put it on”. She gasped again and began to speak and I sssshhhh’ed her before she could. “Put it on” I said again, and she began and then she turned to face me, I reached out to move her hair out of the way as she did so. She looked at me her eyes searching mine and I could see the apprehension and excitement, and a bit of fear and maybe embarrassment also.
“Don’t worry Princess our room is not far away” as I said this I reached in my other pocket to reveal the leash. I said nothing but just read her eyes. They said No! and Yes! both at the same time. I knew this was a huge step for her and I also knew she could handle it. The silence was broken by the ding of the elevator saying we had found our floor and by Princess saying “What if someone sees us Daddy?” I just clipped the leash to the collar as the door opened and said “I’ll just tell them you’re mine and keep walking”
We exited the elevator my hand on the leash and the other on the small of her back as we made our way to the room. She walked a bit faster, not wanting to be seen like this and I sensing it slowed her down a bit. “Princess everyone already knows your mine, this is just another extension of it. Relax, you know I’d never embarrass you”
By now we were at the room and I slid in the keycard and we entered the room unseen by anyone from the elevator to it. Once inside I pushed her up against the wall just inside the door and tugged at the leash and kissed her. “You did well good girl, next time we may take a longer walk” I said with a grin. She gasped again and began to speak but before the words reached the outside my other hand was up under her dress finding a very wet pair of panties. “My oh my, seems my princess rather enjoyed that walk, your - My pussy betrays you” “good girl, Daddy is proud of you” “Now you stand there and undress for me, keeping those wet panties on, and when you are done you’re to stick the leash handle in your mouth and crawl over here to me as I sit in the chair and watch you.”
“YES Daddy, thank you Daddy, I love you Daddy”………………. (to be continued)

Attitude is Everything

2008-02-04T18:45:00.000-06:00

I think attitude says everything and is everything.
I think it’s not what happens to you that counts. It is how you react to what happens to you, especially when you have unexpected problems of any kind.

First, I believe that whatever challenges I face, I try to focus on the future rather than on the past. Instead of worrying about who did what and who is to blame, focus on where I want to be and what I want to do. I get a clear mental image of my ideal successful future, and then take whatever actions I can to begin moving in that direction. I get my mind, thoughts, and mental images on the future.

Secondly, whenever I’m faced with something difficult, I again try to focus on the solution rather than on the problem. Thinking and talking about the ideal solution to the obstacle or setback, rather than wasting time rehashing and reflecting on the problem. Solutions are inherently positive, whereas problems are inherently negative. I have learned and believe the instant that you begin thinking in terms of solutions, you become that much more positive and constructive.

Thirdly,I firmly believe that something good is hidden within each difficulty or challenge. It’s been said, "Whenever God wants to give us a gift, he wraps it up in a problem." The bigger the gift you have coming, the bigger the problem you will receive. But the wonderful thing is that if you look for the gift, you will always find it.
Finally, I believe that whatever situation I’m facing at the moment is exactly the right situation I need to ultimately be successful. I believe that this situation has been sent to me to help me learn something, to help me become better, to help me expand and grow.

So for those reading you’re all thinking great, he thinks that and acts like that he must think he’s unique or someone special.
Well I am unique but I’m not alone in my thinking and that’s where all this is going…..
My girl, my very good girl does this every day not only at home but at work and in most every aspect of her life. My mindset in attitude and my actions are not new to her but I have not discussed what’s written above with her specifically. Again she amazes me in what she does to make me proud of her. I know situations come up again and again that she deals with and she uses much of what I’ve just written above to maintain her attitude and make the best decision possible. She’s doing that each and every day regardless of my input or not, and I for one couldn’t be prouder. Isn’t that what it’s all about?? For me it is.

There is something about ...

2008-01-30T21:05:00.000-06:00

There is something about
Being pushed up against a wall, face first
Cheek resting on rough wallboard
Breath caught in your throat
Listening to the growling in your ear
And trying to remember your own name

There's something about being
Pushed up against a wall
Your back flat up against it
Staring straight into eyes that see through you
Swallowing hard
Waiting for your heart to start beating again

There's something about
Being made to crawl across the floor
To a seated Man, staring into your eyes
Not letting you not look at Him
Not letting you stumble
Drawing you to Him without a word
Trembling, a whimper caught in your throat

There's something about
Being pulled up by your hair
Feeling that hand slink up your neck~ Into your tresses, close to the scalp
Grabbing, gripping it, guttural sounds emitting from His lips
The pain not nearly as strong as the urge
To cry or bite a hole through your bottom lip

There's something about
Being bent over the back of a chair, without warning
Without pretense, without question
Having your skirt flipped up, cool air hitting hot skin
Your cheeks blushing, with the same color of your ass
As He warms it with the striking of the palm of His hand
The tears you cry not cooling you
The tears you cry because He has found you

There's something about
Those words He uses
Those names He calls you
Those phrases meant to elicit a response
And you do respond
All of you responds
And your body betrays you, always

There's something about
Being thrown down and taken
Not against your will
For your will is to be there
To please, to submit, to offer, to relinquish
And you cry out for breath, for more, for Him
And you know you are home

There's something about
Being dragged into the shower
Forced to your knees
Hissed at for silence
Growled at to be still
And awaiting the flow
That you know
Marks You as HIS

There's something about
Kneeling quietly beside Him
Your body reddened, coated, tired
Your mind silent, for once
for a time
Your head bowed, your eyes closed
Your lips quivering as His fingers touch you
Your submission, unquestioned
Your Peace at Hand.

Author Unknown

I am

2008-01-24T19:15:00.000-06:00

I am a man striving everyday to be "The man" ...

The man who displays sensitivity will be a man who is sensitive to you.
The man who displays humility will be a man who will show you respect.
The man who is not afraid to cry will be a man who understands your tears.
The man who is quiet will be a man who will hear your quietest whisper,
The man who knows fear will be a man who will not leave you to face yours alone.
The man who will listen to a child will be a man who will always work to understand your words.
The man who can stand alone will be a man who will not crush you under his weight.
The man who controls himself with ease will be a man with the ability to control you in the same way.
The man who does not have to prove his point will be a man with many worthwhile points to share.
The man who never makes demands will be a man who treasures anything you give.
The man who doesn't run after you will be a man you will never need to run away from.
The man who is calm will be a man who can weather your storms.
The man who has walked the path to peace will be a man able to guide you along that path.
The man who does not shout will be a man who will never deafen you.
The man who knows himself will be a man who will have time to know you.
The man with an open mind will be a man who never stops learning.
The man who never stops learning will be a man who never stops growing.
The man who always seeks to be the best he can be for you is the only man truly worthy of being called HERS.

Each and every day I remind myself to be my best to be that man for her.

Coffee??

2008-01-15T15:03:00.000-06:00

There's too much blood in my caffeine system.

Her Beauty

2008-01-14T23:15:00.000-06:00

Her Beauty isn't in her submission
Her Beauty isn't in her smile, her eyes, lips, or hair
Her Beauty isn't in her body, given freely to me
Her Beauty isn't in her actions when we are apart
Her Beauty isn't in the way she's a Mother to her children
Her Beauty isn't in her selflessness
Her Beauty isn't in her emotional nature

Her Beauty is in ALL those and more.
Her Beauty is in each of those, but when put together she is the most Beautiful to me.

Angel

2008-01-12T16:29:00.000-06:00

I should call her an angel instead of My good girl because at times that's a better description of who she is to me. While we're apart she's still with me, still inspiring me, still dazzling me, and like an angel she's still that brightness in my life and that whisper in my ear driving me to be the best I can for her.
She's an angel to me for so much I see and feel in her is good. On days like today I have to believe God sent this angel to me.

Exquisite

2008-01-02T12:25:00.000-06:00

you have the potential to be exquisite
said He

how so?
said she
cocking her head slightly to one side
half smile
left eye slightly narrowed
rendering her face
curious

He said
as yet you are clay
anticipating the scultpor's vision
the canvas blank with anticipation
of the painter's dream

you are art to be
said He

oh?said she
the line of her mouth in half smile
now drawing in upon itself
to reveal introspection

He watched

her face moved
liquid with thought

He watched
as she came to understand
the desire of the waiting clay
and blank canvas

she came to acceptance
face now languid and smoldering
and she said
i am ready

and she became willingness

(author unknown)

Happy New Year!! to a great '08

2008-01-01T13:45:00.000-06:00

Happy New Year Everyone! It's going to be a great '08!
We have all heard the old cliches about a new birth, new year, time to reflect, resolutions and all of that hyperbole. Each and everyone of us, take the birth of a new year to look inside ourselves and give make decisions on which to base our changes for this bright wonderful new year. While no one is perfect, yes I mean you Master Blah Blah and you Dom Blah Blah, and you Daddy Blah Blah; each of us owes it to not only ourselves but to those we have given ourselves to as well. It's time for reflection on the past year and think of whats happened this past year. Was I all I could be for her? Did I show her the love, consideration, attention and devotion she's shown me? Do I feel good about my appearance ? Is all of my life in order and in control in each and every way , so that when I ask more of my girl she can see me in best of light and know I am acting in the same ways that I ask of her? Now some will argue or read this and say it doesn't matter, she/ he will do as I say regardless that's her place and lot in life. Sure many will and just as many will do it and wonder what the hell gives him/ her the audacity to do this or that when they themselves don't do or follow it as well.
For me its a matter of looking in the mirror each and every day and having to see whats looking back and knowing I was my best for her today.

So today I sit here knowing I have to make changes and they have to start today, not tomorrow, not next week, next month or when I feel like it. It has and WILL be today.
While it's easy for each of us to say I'm doing this or doing that, I want everyone one who is looking to change some aspect of their life, their relationship, etc., etc. to write down the goals we have for this new year. That includes us dominant ones as well, ALL of us. Make yourself accountable to someone besides yourself. Show them the list, and be specific create a plan on how you plan to change whatever it is you plan to do. Without a plan the chances of actually realizing that goal are incredibly small. It's always seems easier to let ourselves down than anyone else, so include some else. Post the plans, post the goals somewhere where you see it daily and it reminds, and refreshes the desire to make it work and have it happen.

Also I challenge My girl to hold me accountable as well. Step outside that box a little bit.
I'll appreciate it and it'll help me to be all I want and can be for you.
2008 is going to be a wonderful year. I'm excited to see what each day brings and even more excited to have such an incredible, amazing, intelligent, wonderful woman in my life.
Happy New Year Goodgirl buckle up it's going to be a great ride!!

Today's thoughts

2007-12-25T21:35:00.000-06:00

Merry Christmas!, to each of us it means something different. As a child I couldn't wait to get home after church and see what treasures had my name on it. As I got older it was a time to share with family and friends. And now as time goes on it has a different meaning to me depending on the day and what is going on in my life.
Yesterday and today my mind has been almost exclusively on her, my Good girl. We're not together this Christmas, but yet I feel closer to her than I can recall. She hasn't left my side nor my thoughts. I can feel her hand in mine, her eyes locked to mine. I hear Trans Siberian Orchestra playing in the background, as we sit together in the darkness of the room, dimly lit by only the sparkling Christmas tree, whispering to each other those little things people in love say. I tell her how proud I am of her, knowing that so much has gone in her life and those around her these past many months. Yet through all of this, she continues on with a strength and conviction I've seldom seen in others.

We all say "Merry Christmas" or "Happy Holidays" to each other, and "Happy New Year" too, and things like "I don't want anything for Christmas", " I just want to be happy or with her",
"I want to be loved or cared for , or cherished" etc. etc. for each of us its the same yet different.

All I know is that yesterday and again today in the midst of all that's going on, I'm happy with her in my life and the love she shows me, there's nothing in this world that can even come close to how I feel when I realize for that moment all I have in My Good girl. She is a treasure unequaled in the history of gifts I have ever received in my life.
Merry Christmas Everyone!!!!

footprints

2007-12-06T19:19:00.000-06:00

"when you see two sets of footprints in the sand, it means we are walking side by side...when you see one, it is when I carried you ".
...You're heaven in my arms and its as if you've crawled inside of me.

equally

2007-11-30T22:09:00.000-06:00

It started off innocently enough, the silly fun comments back and forth...
I love you , I love you more
I love you more, not
do so, do not I do
etc etc etc and finally we agreed to equally.
That got me to thinking......
isn't all of this supposed to be equal? Doesn't she deserve exactly as much as she give me?
Don't I deserve as much from her as I give her? Yes! any relationship requires both to give
equally 100%. I wonder at times if she realizes how much she gives me and if I give my equal share to her. I like to think I do but I feel inside I could never give equally as much as she gives me. Why? Because for me to think for even 1 second that, that's the case would cause me to not strive as much or as hard to be the best I can for her. I like that too, every day I have so much to look forward to, and my goals are clean and concise. I'm better in all I do with her in my life.

There are times when we go through the steps only because that's what we do, we are used to it day in and day out the same steps in the same place. What happens is we wear a path in the same way back and forth and not much changes.
I've decided that, that doesn't work for me. I will not walk in the same path every day, I can't.
I know that everything that has happened in the past, good and bad, have helped shape who I am but none of it has any bearing on what happens from this second on. It's all history and its over with. Can and do I learn from it? Absolutely, but I will not allow the baggage of the past to make me repeat those same old steps back and forth.
I declare today to live my life and do things in such a way that all I do brings me closer to my goals. My goals include being the best I can be for my good girl. When I say that I mean personally, mentally and physically and financially. Also in my business/ work world doing all I can for each and every client I have, ensuring their best interests are taking care of.
For only when I totally have control over everything in my life, can I hope to even think about exerting any amount of control over someone else.
She honors me and I want to shine in that honor, equally as much as she shines in the honor I give her.

Equally (E"qual*ly) adv.
In an equal manner or degree in equal shares or proportion.

I enjoy good quotes, here's another I like

2007-11-23T10:36:00.000-06:00

"Concentration can be cultivated.
One can learn to exercise will power, discipline one's body and train one's mind."
-- Anil Ambani, Billionaire Businessman

Like an Olive Tree

2007-11-21T20:35:00.000-06:00

I enjoyed this and thought it was worth posting. I can not take credit for its writing.

A confused sub came before a wise Master who adored her. She felt that to submit to him would mean she would open her heart to unbearable pain should he ever leave her. She hungered for him and needed him, but was ready to walk away in panic.
The gentle Master knelt her before him and started a tale of love and devotion. As she looked up at him his arms began to widen and open like a large tree stretches its branches to the sky. At that moment the Master appeared rooted to the floor and his impressive size towered above her like a giant tree. Then he began to speak.
I'm here for you, now and always no matter how far time and space takes us. Whether you walk away from me today or you stay and serve me I will not turn from you. I am as patient as time itself; I will take not from you unless you give freely and completely of yourself, but I give onto you regardless -- for my love is unconditional.
Like the olive tree that can both feed you and shade you, I am there seemingly eternal to your short life on this earth. If you need my fruit to feed your hunger I will give you all the fruit you need. If your skin grows dry and loses its luster, the oil from my fruit will restore it and make it glisten. When you need comfort my leaves will gently caress your face with the slightest breeze. When you need discipline my branches will correct you when the wind blows strong. If you just need my shade to protect you from the sun, my branches will shade and protect you. If you need warmth at night my fallen branches will fuel the fire to keep you warm and safe. If you need a refreshing breeze my leaves will fan you and cool you. You are my gardener.
When you submit to me, you tend that which keeps me vibrant and full of life. When you kneel under me and till the soil, you give breath to my roots. When you water me, my sap flows strong through me raising my limping Branches. When you soil yourself collecting fertilizer with your bare hands, you strengthen and humble me with your devotion.

Although my life will go on, life would not be the same without you.

Your dedication and unconditional care for me keeps me vibrant and nurtures my very core. The sustenance and protection I give you seems little reward for your servitude. Still the gardener serves the tree from her heart and the tree gives to her heart all that he can!
I am planted firmly on the ground and cannot follow you if you walk away from me. . But be assured I will survive. One hundred years later and two of your lifetimes; I will still be there, waiting for you in the same spot to offer you all that I do now.

Stay with me and be my gardener. You cannot get lost in me for we are complementary to each other. I am your devotion, and you give meaning to my existence. Apart we live life and survive; together we bloom eternally!

As the Master finished his last words the sub cried herself to sleep at his feet. That night, he stood planted there like the Olive tree offering her his unconditional love and protection as she slept. As she would tend to him with her devotion the next day and everyday.

Thanks

2007-11-19T17:33:00.000-06:00

It's been awhile since I've posted and to those who stop by, I thank each and every one of you.
Thank You, two words that this time of year seem to be more important than others. It's a time for reflection and looking at life and being thankful for what we have. Sadly for some this is the only time they say or do it.
I have much to be thankful for and last night as I lay in my bed recalling my days events which I do nightly my thoughts were focused on her... My good girl.
I'm thankful for her, in ways I still have trouble expressing. There are time she says things that take my breath away and fill me with an ache that's indescribable. I'm thankful she can do that to me and that I feel it as I do. It's a good ache and it never gets old, it never goes unnoticed and I never forget to thank her for it. For as we all know if it's remembered and thanked it's going to be repeated again and again; personally I can't wait till she does.

Yesterday she shared more of herself with me, and as I lay there recalling all of what she revealed and shared a huge smile crossed my face and my body twitched in that same nervous excitement, not because of what she shared, while that in itself was priceless and magical, but
that I'm the one she shares with. I'm the one she spends her time with when she can, and life gives her a few minutes to breathe.
So today and everyday...Thank YOU My good girl for everything, every second, every smile, every tear, every touch, every look, every orgasm and more you share with me. You honor me like no has before.
Oh and before I forget Thank you God, for Her.
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone

Coffee break

2007-11-01T19:59:00.000-05:00

I love my coffee nothing and no one stops me from it. Life with out coffee...well that's isn't life at all. So today I'm on my way from my office to the break room to refill my coffee mug with another cup of God's gift or is that Starbucks? anyway I digress. Every day without fail at least 4 to 6 times a day I walk past the same group of women who always have time to chat amongst themselves but are always too busy to deal with some of the business that needs to be attended to. I don't care I don't own the company and I have no problem when I need something it's always done immediately without fail for me. On most occasions they say hi, smile and ask me about my day and not much more. Today I was in one of my less than enthusiastic moods after another useless meeting which wasted time, time I could be using to be more creative like other work or writing emails or blog posts LOL. So this afternoon on my way to the breakroom these same wonderful women were enjoying their chat and looked up long enough to say hello and one of them Laura in one of her wonderful and witty moods says to me "Uhmm don't you think you've had enough coffee today?" with a cute lil smile on her face. My head snapped around and I looked at her with a look I guess she took for something more than it was intended to be. My eyes had narrowed and my usual grin was gone "Someone should show teach you about enough sometime. " I replied and then grinned back at her. The rest all sat silent and looked to Laura and then to me. Laura gulped and said "Gee I was just yanking your chain a bit." "Laura I'M the only one that yanks the chain and usually it's attached to a collar or a leash" I said with a grin and with that I turned and walked out to get my coffee. As I walked away all I heard was a few almost inaudible gasps and Laura saying "Ohhhh my gawd".
I laughed to myself in the break room wondering to myself what they were thinking now and if the idea of that has ever crossed their minds where I was concerned and actually wondered now how many people I know in this place actually are involved in such things. I decided to turn up the heat a bit on Laura so as I walked by on my way back to my desk they weren't as quick to make eye contact so I said loud enough for Laura and her cohorts to hear "Laura you'd look good in a black or pink collar" and kept walking... Tomorrow is casual friday I'm seriously thinking I could send them over the top with the right clothes .....hehehe

No Trick, She's a Treat

2007-10-31T19:03:00.001-05:00

Happy Halloween....it wasn't for me... After a long and busy morning that consisted of a meaningless meeting (like most) and then an additional meeting to go over paperwork that caused me to miss lunch, I opened my e-mail to an e-card from her. My mood, and my day changed immediately. My girl took the time to think of me and took the time to show me. Now for most of you both Dom and sub you're all saying so what. Well for me it's a bit different, does she please me like no other? Yes. Does she act and do things that make me proud of her even when we are not together? Yes.
See and that's exactly why. She's not only a "goodgirl" she's a Mom, 24/7/365 and she takes that responsibility with a conviction and love many only wish they could see in themselves and those that serve them or in those they serve. She's busy more than just being a Mom which never ends, she works everyday 5 sometimes 6 days a week doing work that's others at times take for granted but always producing a quality product that continues to garnish the company and herself praise. Lately she's getting up early to get herself in even better shape than she is already with dedication and conviction I am proud to see. She has all the activities a Mom with kids at those ages demand and yet finds time to spend with me. Can you all see the smile on my face as I type this?
I know today she was being pulled in many directions and had more than enough on her plate
to keep her busy, but she found time for me.
Now in some ways I hear the screams as you or you and even you read this, that I should be first and everything else comes after in order of importance. Well I know today that I was more than important enough for her to take time today of all days to find time to send me that card.
So I want to say Thank You to her again for all she gives me and for how she makes me feel.
No one could appreciate this "goodperfectlittlegirl" more than this Sir!
So on this Halloween there isn't a better trick or treat I'd want more than her.
Collar loves that GoodGirl

Sunday Daydream

2007-10-28T15:00:00.000-05:00

I miss her today, more than yesterday.
I daydream of the day we'd have if today we weren't apart.

We hold hands for a bit our fingers intertwined....

I delicately continue to massage your thigh, conscious never to move my hand underneath your robe. Finally after minutes of loving inspection I lean into you and we begin kissing.
Our lips meet and just barely press together at first. Then I pull you closer together and out tongues touch for the first time. Your kiss is so sweet and enjoyable.
I open my eyes just enough to look at your pretty face as well kiss and see how relaxed you look with your eyes closed as we kiss.
The comfort of seeing you enjoy yourself relaxes and excites me. I take my hand from your thigh and brush my fingers across your breasts. The cotton robe you wear hides your nipples from my hand, but I can feel your nipples hard, full and erect.
I cup your breast in my hand and feel how soft they feel, yes so full. I feel your breath quicken
and your body while still squirm for a moment.
I turn my head a bit and move my mouth down to you neck, gliding my lips over your neck, moistening my lips, kissing your neck again and again. You lean your head back in pleasure and I kiss the front of your neck and chest just above the robe. I think about how before the night is over I will have kissed every inch of your body. The tip of my tongue etches a line up the side of your neck to your ear lobe. I run my tongue around the bottom of your ear and take the lobe between my lips. I hear your breathing get deeper and I whisper in your ear "Daddy is so turned on by you babygirl". As I whisper this I feel your hand touch the waist of my black dress slacks. You look at me for approval and I nod saying nothing.
You press against my hard cock, and when you touch it that first time it presses back with excitement. "It's all yours babygirl do as you wish this time for who know when
you'll have this much freedom again". You smile and your eyes dart from mine to my slacks
You hand explores, trying to get at my cock as it swells even more. You slowly rub across it, and I yearn to feel you hand right on it. You reach up to the belt and slide it back and the button on my slacks and fumble with it. I pull back just a bit to giving you room to unbutton them and then suddenly they loosen up and I feel your hand for the first time holding my cock in your hand. Your hand feels so good on it, like no one else's. I enjoy how you touch me because I can tell you are enjoying it as well. It's not something you are doing just because you feel you must this time, but because you want to hold it and please me and make me cum.
As I whisper thru my clenched jaw "not yet lil one", we continue kissing. Our tongues touch and feel the wetness of one anothers lips. Our tongues dance together I can feel you try to suck my breath from me. You slowly start stroking my cock. Your hand wrapped around it and you make long slow motions over the length of it. It continues to get harder each time your hand slides over it. You take my cock completely out of my silk black boxers. I take my hand moving it under your robe. Massaging the inside of your thigh, slowly moving it higher each time closer to that special place. You're nervous and excited as always. My hand moves between your legs you squirm opening your legs a bit. My cock twitches at your touch and as I touch you there. After several minutes of kissing and exploring each other I brush my hand lightly against the silkiness of your pussy for the first time. I am always amazed at how wet you are for me. You are soaked and so hot to my touch. My fingers outline your pussy stopping near your clit and then around the sides. You squirm more and open your legs wider. Our mouths separate and you lean down into my lap placing you beautiful lips over the head. I watch you flick the top of it with your tongue, gradually taking my it all in your pretty mouth. Moving up and down over it while stroking it with your hand too. I love watching your mouth take my cock and lean back and relax concentrating on the wonderful feeling your mouth gives me.
I am the luckiest Daddy alive at that moment. Your mouth feels so great on my cock.
You take it deep inside your mouth and my cock tingles as I feel every inch of it there.
Slowly bring your mouth up to the head of it, turning you lips just a bit around the very sensitive edges. My cock throbs as it gets close to exploding, but I continue to delay it.
I arch my back a bit, feeling it go a bit deeper inside your mouth. You slowly take it all inside again and stop to lick at the tip. There's pre-cum on the head and you lick it off and run your tongue over your lips. You lean and gaze in my eyes kissing me softly before returning to my cock. Sensing how close I am you start stroking quickly, it's so slippery from your mouth that your hand moves over it quickly and it's so sensitive. You feel it and slide your mouth down again pushing it to the back of your throat. I reach down hands in your hairs and suddenly I explode, my warm cum spilling out down your throat and into your belly. You continue to stroke it and suck every drop of cum from my cock. It's so sensitive after cumming I can hardly stand it. You have made your Daddy so happy and proud making me cum as you do. I need to make my babygirl feel the same. I sit up and move in front of you, sliding my hands all the way underneath your robe and as I see your beautiful bare pussy again and my cock twitches again with excitement. I kiss the inside of your thighs one and then the other. My lips barely touching your smooth, soft skin. I push your legs apart ever so slightly and I move my mouth closer to your pussy kissing and licking along the way. By the time we are done I will have licked every inch of your "wonderland". As I continue I can feel I'm giving you goose bumps all over. I get close to your pussy, and feel your heart beating faster and your breathing becoming faster and deeper. Finally I get to your pussy and press my lips against it. You lean your head back and I hear you take a deep breath. I brush my lips against the length of your pussy. I can revel in just how wet you are, and the sexy smell of your pussy intoxicates me. I slide my tongue inside you, tasting you. With short gentle strokes I explore every bit of your pussy. I place my hands on your hips and thighs rubbing and massaging as I continuing licking you.
I drive my tongue deep inside you, wanting it to go as deep as my cock will. Then I move to the top again touching the tip of my tongue to your clit making small circles around it. I can feel it getting firmer and more aroused with each circle I make. I take it between my lips and kiss and suck it. You're dripping now as I focus on your clit. I press my tongue hard against it and I can feel you get closer to release.You are moaning and moving your hips against my mouth.
"Be still I command" knowing this almost impossible but wanting to see your resolve I smile
to myself as you try to be so still. My hand moves across you belly button and up to your breasts. I lick my fingers and take your nipples between them and tease them as I keep sucking & licking your clit. You take your hand in mine and we massage and caress your breasts together. You move slightly and a gasp escapes your lips, more from the knowledge you've
moved and less from the excitement inside you. I slide a wet finger inside you, trying to find that special spot to please you. I start fucking you with my finger as I kiss and lick your pussy and clit. I feel you begin to orgasm. You grab my head to see my eyes and look
at me "Yes babygirl you may cum for Daddy as you need and as it pleases you this time."
Your breathing is so deep and fast now. You push down with your hands and lift your hips up to my mouth again. I can feel your pussy tighten with excitement. I press firmly against your clit again, and you push my head away as you climax trying to relieve the sweet pleasure, but this is Daddy's pussy and I stay licking softly almost like I'm not there taking in all your sweetness. You look so pretty and relaxed as you lay there after your orgasm.
You take your fingers and gently play with your clit as we sit back on the couch together.
We lean close and kiss again. We are both content for a brief moment, just kissing, holding each other. I rub the erect nipples. After several minutes I stand up and take your wrist to lead you to the bedroom.We stop just inside the bed room and kiss again.
Our tongue deeply exploring each other passionate, hot. As we kiss I slide your robe off.
I want to be completely naked with you in our bed.
You unbutton my shirt off me and pull the silk T over my head. It feels good as you put your hands on my chest, running them over my chest and down my shoulders. Finally we are naked and we lay down together side by side in bed. We keep kissing, my cock hard again. You reach down and hold it, gently stroking it. I slide my hand between your legs and feel your wetness and desires again.
I slide two fingers inside you and your eyes close and you spread yourself wide for me. Stroking my cock, you move closer to me. I can sense your need and desire and I read it in your pretty green eyes, wanting me inside you. I move closer and begin to tease you with my cock against the outside of your pussy. I know how much that drives you crazy, and you can't wait to feel me inside you. I lift myself up on top of you. I lean forward momentarily to kiss your nipples.
I so enjoy the feeling of your warm, smooth, soft breast on my lips. My hand continues to hold my cock and you rub it up and down against your pussy and clit. I pull you close and guide it inside you. It seems to get even harder still as I enter you completely. You're pussy so wet it slides in quickly and smoothly and feels incredible so tight is as if you suck me into you.
You draw your breath in excitedly as you finally feel your tight pussy filled so fully by your Daddy. You move your hips slowly against mine and I push deeper inside you. I want you to feel how hard and thick you make me babygirl. I pull it almost completely out of you and thrust it deep inside again. I continue to slowly move my hips against yours pressing my cock deeper inside you. I lean forward, holding you in my arms as we kiss again. Our tongues intertwined again, exploring, deeper than ever before. I feel your deep breathing against my chest and think about how good it feels being inside you, my babygirl our bodies wrapped up together.
I sit up on top of you, lick my finger and move my hand down between us my wet finger searches for your clit and as I find it beginning slow soft circles on it as we keep moving our hips together as one. I feel your back arch again with excitement as I touch the moistness between the lips of your pussy. "Good girl I want you to orgasm again for Daddy." I can feel myself getting so close too. I lean forward again, holding you by your shoulders pulling your whole body against me, trying to be even deeper inside you. We kiss over and over as I thrust harder and faster inside you. I slide myself up a bit, so that my cock rubs against your clit as it presses inside you each time we continue moving together. I shudder and moan as I suddenly explode deep inside you, pushing harder against your wet pussy.
I whisper in your ear “You make Daddy feel so good! cum with me now!” You moan and whimper "Yesssssssss Daddy I'm cumming" and soak my cock with your sweetness. I lay beside you and hold your shoulders, worn out, and happy to be resting there together with you.
She dazzles me from near or afar..... thank you goodperfectlittlegirl

Striving

2007-10-28T12:15:00.000-05:00

I strive to be the kind of man she can trust when she can no longer trust herself.

Words...

2007-10-26T09:00:00.001-05:00

Words are good for things, like cars and trees.
But when it comes to feelings, they're like trying to wrap up a waterfall or sign a breeze.
I would tell you how I feel with signs:
Like how I look at you or how I touch.
Or how I fit my dreams to your designs, making one bright world--and then, how much.
The truth is not in words or even deeds It's far too subtle to be seen or heard.
It's in the garden that supplies one's needs too various for any one act or any single word.
Words are like the scent of a rich perfume they indicate a presence in the room, much like when you enter and the world knows you are there.
Sometimes the words don’t come easy to tell someone how much they mean to you and reality of those words and to the depth to which they’re meant....

And so it started...

2007-10-24T14:03:00.000-05:00

I wrote this awhile back and wanted to share it again....
Thank you "goodperfectlittlegirl" for showing me daily
what's possible and all the goodness and more that life has to offer.
Every day the view is dazzling...

She stood in the shower thinking, just letting the hot water wash over her. She stepped out from under the water and began to shave. She told herself to do an extra good job because either tonight would be extra special or the beginning of the end. As she finished with her most intimate parts the tingle she had been feeling all day returned. She hoped tonight would be the extra special night she desired not the beginning of the end. The dull ache in her core had been there all day and would only be cured by one thing. Tonight would be date number five; it was time to find out what his deal is. Either things progressed or they would be merely friends. She couldn’t figure out why he hadn’t made a move yet. She saw the way he looked at her. The way he held her eyes when they talked. The way she felt when he did it she thought he was looking right into her soul. She could tell he liked what he saw by the longing that came over his face at those times. It wasn’t like they hadn’t kissed, they had. At the end of their last date they stood kissing for several minutes at her door. She felt him against her; she felt the passion within him. As the last kiss became more passionate she felt him reach with one hand to hold the back of her head and she felt his other hand begin to journey up her side. She knew he was about to cup her breast and she would welcome it. Then as if he had flipped a switch he stopped. Both hands dropped to his sides and he ended the kiss. He said his good night and was gone leaving her
standing there panting with desire and wondering what had just happened.

He was frozen staring at the shirts in his closet. He knew he had to do something different tonight or lose her. He was well past 40 years old and this was the third time in his life he felt this way. The first time had resulted in a marriage, and a divorce. The second time it happened the passion between him and the woman had exploded and the heat had consumed them both; they couldn’t get enough of each other. In the end the intensity had scared that woman so badly she decided that she feared the intensity of the fire more than she feared the loss of him. They had parted and it had been a loss he didn’t want to endure again. Now he stood trying to decide what to wear for what might end up being their last date. He saw it in her eyes; what she expected of him. He knew that if they got together the explosion would occur; she had no idea. He knew it the first time he looked into her eyes. The problem for him wasn’t the passion. It was the trust needed to fulfill it. Twice he had exposed his soul and twice it had been trampled. Well, he decided, at least he knew how the pain would feel and he knew that in the end after time he would heal. It was time to go.
Dinner had been intimate and enjoyable. As usual they never seemed to run out of things to talk about. The evening had done nothing to quell the desire simmering between her legs. They rode along in silence. He had invited her to his house and she had accepted. Now, for the first time neither knew what to say. It was as if they both knew what was coming. She wanted him, there was no denying it. For his part he sat there wondering how she was going to react. He knew what was coming and yet he was powerless to stop it. He had made his decision. No matter the consequences he had to find out if she was his equal. The reward had to be worth the risk he had decided. For him it was like one of his card games. There was no way to win without risking all of your chips and the possibility of losing. He opened the door and stepped aside so she could enter his home for the first time. She stopped in the entry way and waited for him to close and lock the door. She turned to move into the hallway and he was on her. He wrapped her in his arms and forced her against the wall face first. He was behind her kissing her neck whispering each and everything he was going to do to her. Kissing her and working the buttons on her blouse. The tailored skirt joined the blouse on the tile floor. She stood there overwhelmed, pressed against the wall panting. The lace, matching bra and panties the only protection from the animal he had become. He held her there kissing her as he tore at his own clothes. He pawed at the clasp of her bra finally roughly removing it. He tore the panties, as he whispered to her and she could only groan as they were ripped from her hips. He slammed into her in one stroke. It didn’t escape him that she was moist and ready for his assault. He was not gentle and she was not complaining. One of his hands wrapped around her and cupped her breast pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand worked lower stroking her and heightening her passion as he pounded into her mercilessly. Mmm Good Girl he whispered cum for me. Her orgasm flooded her senses. Her legs couldn’t hold her any longer. She collapsed gasping for air. He actually fell to the floor first pulling her down with him.As her breath finally slowed she saw that he was still rigid with desire. Stunned she asked what was wrong, hadn’t he climaxed. His response, “we aren’t done yet.” He pulled her onto him. She mounted him and he pushed her into a sitting position astride him. As she worked over him he pushed, pulled pinched, rubbed and urged her on. Finally, as she neared another orgasm he sat up. She wrapped her legs around his back and her arms around his neck. They faced each other rocking as the end neared. She looked at him her eyes pleaded not only for his release but for her own too. He smiled and said yes Good Girl. A three part explosion occurred when he clamped his mouth on her nipple. Her orgasm flooded out of her onto him, his flooded into her and she felt like her mind was exploded by the ecstasy she felt. She couldn’t control the spasms that shook her. He held her closely, tightly whispering to her and gently licking her sweat from her cleavage as she regained control of her body. Little did she know that he was fighting to regain control of his own. He managed to struggle to his feet without losing his place in her. She locked her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. She laid her head on his neck and he said to her, “Would you like to see the rest of my house or just my bed and save the tour for the morning?” She could only manage three quiet words, not even bothering to lift her head from his shoulder. He could barely hear her whisper, “bed please Daddy.”
And so it started.

She feels "little"

2007-10-17T17:35:00.000-05:00

“Daddy I feel little today.” She almost had a pout as she said it and I knew my girl had had a long and trying day. “Come sit on my lap lil one “I said.
She fits so well on my lap and honestly it’s where I think of her most often when I can’t be with her. “Tell me…” “Daddy at times I just want to be the little girl I used to be, not having to take care of others, but not only be taken care of but not have all the pressures of life, work , and family and mostly of being my best and pleasing you Daddy.” “You do please me, more than I have words for at times and yes I know you’re under tremendous pressures at times but I’m very proud of you for how you handle everything you know.” “Thank you Sir I do, but sometimes even now it feels good to escape it all with you here like we are now.” “Why are you squirming around lil one we’re just talking?” “Sir I had a pop at work and I came home right to you and I need to umm go Sir” “ Well you want to be a lil one tonight then do what lil ones do.”
“Sir?” “You know what to do.” She moved to get up off my lap… “No! I said like a lil one.” “But Sir my clothes, your lap?” I looked at her pulled her into me nuzzled her and whispered “its ok lil one” She looked up at me her eyes so big with love and wonderment and released her bladder. The warmth over took her and she closed her eyes for a moment as she continued the warm release on my lap. “Sir I can’t believe I’ve just done that.” she whispered, barely audible.
“Well lil one what do we do now? Get up and we’ll have to remove those wet things.” She stood and began to remove them. “NO!” She looked puzzled. “Tonight you’re “little” Daddy will take care of you, understand?” A smile took over her face and her eyes shined and she said “Yes Sir completely.”
I proceeded to undress her as she stood taking off the wet things and giving her soft kisses every time a different piece was removed. After we were done and she was completely naked and vulnerable I said “Now I’ll take you to the bath, you need to be washed up lil one”. She just nodded her head; my girl was indeed feeling “little”
I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, her arms tight around my neck; her eyes looking at me smiling to me, yet unknown to her they were boring inside me and branding themselves on my heart and into my soul.
I set her on the bathroom counter next to the sink and prepared her bath.
I made sure the water was as warm as she could stand it, added bubbles and some bath oils. I turned the lights down on the dimmer switch, picked my girl up and took her to the tub. She stood for a few seconds, I kissed her forehead, patted her wet bottom and told her to lay in the water relax for awhile and I’d be back in to wash her and her hair in a few minutes. I let her relax for 15 minutes as I sipped my martini, and I called and ordered her favorite take out food for later to be delivered about 2 hours from now. I sat for a few more minutes letting her truly relax and let the water and bubbles take her to that place she desperately needed to be today.
I came back to a relaxed little girl. I smiled to her and said “Ready to get cleaned up?” She just nodded yes to me; it still amazes me when the simplest of communication says so much more than ten times that in text. Her nod said Yes, Please, Thank You and I Love You all at the same time. (If it weren’t for this blog she’d never really know how those simple things keep her locked inside me, it’s almost as hard to type at times)
I told her to kneel for me and I soaped up the wash cloth and begin to soap up her body, so soft and perfect like her. I washed completely and rinsed her off.
I took the shampoo and began to shampoo her hair, taking time to massage her head gently and try to relax her even more. After rinsing her hair I got the conditioner and worked it in her pretty hair, all the while talking to her making small talk but also reassuring her that all would be ok. I told her I’d be right back, let the conditioner work its magic and went out to finish my martini. I come back a few minutes later and rinsed her hair completely then told her to stand and began drying her off took her from the tub had her sit on my lap and began combing her hair.
She was still “little” but she still needs that tonight. I switch from the comb now that her hair has dried enough to the brush and begin brushing the hair I love having my hands in and my fingers entwined with, but tonight it wasn’t about that. After it was brushed and ready I wrapped her in the big fluffy robe of hers and carried her off to the bedroom, we picked out her jammies and dressed her. We then went to the living room to relax before the food arrived and as if on cue the bell rang and the dinner was delivered. I fixed her plate then sat her on my lap and feed her giving her lil nibbles and kisses in between we laughed she giggled and smiled and for awhile nothing else in the world mattered but her there with me.
“Tonight I’ll tuck you in good and tight, kiss you good night and tomorrow I’ll wake you, help you get ready and even pick out what clothes you’ll be wearing and dress you, how does that sound lil one?”
“Thank You Daddy that would be wonderful, you’re so good to me.”
“Good Girl it’s you who are so very good to me…”
To be continued….

Green Eyes of Jealousy

2007-10-13T00:15:00.000-05:00

Tonight My girl became a bit jealous of others and got mad and upset with me for awhile till we talked it out. I’ve put her to bed now and as I sit here I wanted to share some thoughts.
Here are some thoughts on the subject of jealousy and envy. We all at some point in time have felt the pangs of both, I know I have and I’m sure I may again.
It’s been said that: Jealousy is simply and clearly the fear that you do not have value. Jealousy scans for evidence to prove the point - that others will be preferred and rewarded more than you.
Now I feel I have conveyed and assured her there’s no need to feel such, and while it’s cute at times and complimentary to me, I don’t want it to become an
ongoing problem. She’s loved, cherished and desired as no other. She’s at a level that few others have achieved or hope to. I see in her qualities that many other wish they had. In fact I see more jealousy and envy from others than I ever have from her. So while tonight after we got past this episode and moved on to what’s important during our time together I did smile to myself at her reactions. I was also very proud of her for admitting her feelings and mood and explaining why.
I’ve often wondered why those who seem to need least be jealous or envious are the ones to jump to it before others? I think it comes from self value and how we see ourselves.
I think and feel that if you cannot love yourself, you will not believe that you are loved. You will always think it's a mistake or luck. Take your eyes off others and turn the scanner within. Find the seeds of your jealousy, clear the old voices and experiences. Put all the energy into building your personal and emotional security. Then you will be the one others envy, and you can remember the pain and reach out to them
It’s also been said that Envy is a symptom of lack of appreciation of our own uniqueness and self worth. Each of us has something to give that no one else has.
So tonight I want to tell her again how much she’s worth to me and maybe this will say it for me……. If I could hold a star for every time you’ve made me smile. I would have the whole night sky in the palms of my hands.

Four Simple Words

2007-10-09T09:11:00.002-05:00

Sometimes, things happen and words are spoken and life as we know it changes. Yesterday My girl said 4 words to me and it changed me. Now I know what you're thinking, nope she didn't say "I love You Sir". She's said those words before and they still melt me and get in places inside me I forgot were there, but yesterday she said/ sent " You, I need You." and those words ran through me like a bolt of lightning. So simple on their own yet so powerful in that context. I was at work and excused myself to the exec bathroom and leaned against the sink as tears streamed down my face. Why? I'm strong, in control, and not supposed to show emotions like that.
Well yesterday I felt closer to her than I have before and I also knew the day she ways having and her needing me and my distance not helping it left me sad, & upset at being too far away to hold her and not being all that I needed to be for her at that moment.
My tears were both joyful at those 4 simple words and sadness at not being where I wanted to be at that moment in time.
Now I know other will read this and thing differently at my actions, and I understand that, but then I don't write this for them I write this for myself.
I allow others to take a peek inside Me and My life and I put it out there. If in reading anything I've posted it moves them to look differently at their own life or my thoughts trigger something inside them to act on whatever has moved them that's all good too.
I'm done for now, my need for more coffee grows and the day is moving quickly already
Bye for now

Love and D/s

2007-10-04T14:15:00.000-05:00

"We come to love not by finding a perfect person but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly".

Together

2007-10-01T13:45:00.000-05:00

She may be flawed,
To give her even more ways to blossom for Me.

She will be open of mind,
But also aware of her limitations, always trying to expand for Me.

She's passionate,
For Me to embrace, and nurture.

She has hopes and dreams,
For Me to fulfill.

She can read My eyes,
She knows what's required without Me uttering a word.

She's pure of heart,
Allowing her devotion, love, and respect to continue to grow for Me.

She's an open soul,
Reaching out to Me, to need Me, want Me, and desire Me.

She's at times afraid,
For Me to become even prouder when I show her, help her, to overcome her fears.

She must be focused,
Then I know I have her full attention, of mind, body, soul and heart.

She always stands tall and proud,
So the sight of her kneeling at My feet, takes My breath away.

She will listen carefully,
Understanding My desires.

She'll cry out,
So I know her pain.

She will laugh,
So I know her joy.

She will have her secrets,
for Me to discover.

She will be my greatest challenge,
For Me to truly cherish her gifts to Me.

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I am flawed,
To show I'm capable of making mistakes.

I am open of mind,
To expand her world step by step - when I know she is ready.

I have passion,
To demand all from her.

I have hope,
She will always exceed My expectations.

I am able to read her eyes, knowing what she needs without her ever uttering a word.

I am pure of heart,
My devotion, love, and respect will continue growing for her.

I have an open soul,
To better appreciate how she aches with need, want, and desire for Me.

I am at times afraid,
Even when I think I know where I'm leading, I never really know what is at the end of every path.

I am incredibly focused
For She knows she has my full, and complete attention, of My mind, body, heart and soul.

I'll stand tall and proud,
For her to admire, as she gracefully kneels at my feet.

I'll listen carefully,
To understand her heart.

I will command, and at times demand,
Showing My strength.

I laugh,
Showing My joy.

I have secrets,
To share with her.

I will truly challenge her,
She'll be grateful to Me for opening herself to giving Me the gift of herself to Me.

Together We will have it all....

She dominates...

2007-09-29T19:55:00.000-05:00

I woke again this morning with Her on my mind, and it occurred to me, she’s been dominating my thoughts and my desires. I laughed aloud as I poured a cup of coffee, glad I had taken the time last night to set the timer.
Can someone with a dominate personality and way of life; really let a woman dominate his thoughts? I chuckled again as I took a sip of the hot liquid and felt it warm my insides on this cool morning, much the way thoughts of Her warm me in places usually kept locked away.
She’s there when I wake and again as I fall asleep, she’s there when I ache, and need, and every time I orgasm. She’s the perfect good girl, a wonderful sub and amazing woman, yet as submissive and giving as she is She seems to be controlling my thoughts and my at times my actions. Can this truly be? Is it really her controlling those things or is it me taking those thoughts and desires of Her and having them dominate my thoughts??
Normally there are times I have felt such, but never like this. Is it possible to find someone and crave what they give and offer and ache for it when it’s gone, like a drug your mind and body react as much to the thought of the euphoria as much as to the drug itself.
The natural endorphin rush when two exchange not only thoughts, ideas but deeds and actions is incredible.
Everyone in the BDSM realms talks about TPE and while I have felt and understand the rush they talk about, I see more the exchange of two minds, and bodies and yes maybe souls as everything is exposed and given and taken by them both.
I’m feeling as if I’m rambling now, but I needed to express what I was thinking and feeling.
I still don’t know the answer but I don’t care. I know what I am and know what she is, and I know what happens when I see Her and for now that’s good enough for me….

The Dream

2007-09-28T12:16:00.000-05:00

The dream……When I pull into the driveway her car is there. My heart skips a beat with excitement. I know that I am going to push her limits tonight. I always know when she needs them pushed and I do it so well.(smiling) As I walk in the door she comes over to greet me, I grab her hair and pulling it back I kiss her deeply and passionately. I feel her knees almost buckle and I can feel her pussy getting wet from my touch. I reach down and lift her skirt to see if she’s wearing panties, and yes she is. With one quick swift yank I rip them off her and begin to finger her wet pussy. Oh Sir she whispers as I tell her to kneel. She does so instantly and I motion for her to release my semi hard cock from my jeans. She unzips my pants and pulls out my cock and put her hot, greedy and needy mouth around the head sucking ever so gently….. I feel my cock harden as she begins to suck a little harder. I grab her head and begin to guide her back and forth a bit faster and harder with each thrust. I explode deep in the back of her throat holding her head still so she can swallow all of my hot cum. When I pull my cock out of her mouth she knows her job is to clean it. She takes her tongue and begins to lick it clean. This job is one of her favorites because she knows as she begins to lick I will begin to get harder again. Just as she is about finished my cock is hard again, I pull her to her feet and motions her to the bedroom.When we get into the bedroom I tell her to bend over the bed. She does so and I lift her skirt to expose her bare ass. Then she feels it, the quick hot sting of my hand. A few quick spanks and her ass is tingling with excitement, bright pink and I can feel how wet her pussy is. I bend down and ask her if she had permission to wear panties today under her skirt. She replies “No Sir I did not, but I had an important meeting and I just felt I needed to wear them.” “So why didn’t you just ask?” “I was running a bit late and didn’t have time Sir”. “Hmmmm” I whisper. “No time you say. Well perhaps I don’t have time to fuck you tonight. Maybe I have no time to play tonight. Get up on the bed face down”. She immediately gets on the bed face down as told. She feels me grab each leg putting a spreader bar between them. Then she hears the small whirl of a vibe. I put the vibe near her clit. I can sense she’s already so aroused she can’t stand it. Now with the vibe near her clit she’s ready to cum….. I tell her I will be back later when I have time. What feels like hours to her is probably only about 10 or 15 minutes and I come back in. She’s not moved, knowing that would only add fuel to the fire. She feels my hand on her ass and a couple of quick smacks later I ask, if next time she will ask permission. “I will take the time to make a 1 minute phone call Sir. “Yes Sir”. I tell me to get on her knees as I remove the vibe from her clit. She then feels my hard cock enter her tight wet smoldering pussy. I hear her moan in pleasure and relief, she’s cumming almost instantly, she asks me if she may cum and I tells her not yet and I begin to thrust harder hot and deep into her pussy. She’s begging within in few minutes to please let her cum, I tells her “Yes, good girl” it seems damn near explosive. She wants my cock harder and deeper in her pussy, thrusting her ass back hard, it isn’t long and she’s begging to cum again and I tells her “Yes!!”, and we both cum at the same time erupting and exhausted we collapse.Then I hear the alarm and I wake up only to find it was all a dream. But what an incredible dream it was. My hand around my cock and my silk boxers soaked in cum. Perhaps one day Me and My Good Girl can make that a dream come true…..

Who I am and What She Needs

2007-09-09T11:22:00.000-05:00

Someone awhile back asked me to describe who I am and what it is I offer. I was taken back for a few seconds by such a forward question. After a few moments I knew it really was the perfect question to ask since I knew she was asking more about herself then about me. I answered it like this....
You want a strong, confident man who loves you, one who finds you adorable, desirable, charming, funny, who loves to see you twirl in your new dress and tells you that you are beautiful. You want a man who delights in you... like your father did or should have done. You want to be the center of his world, his desire, his love, and his thoughts. You want the "Daddying" that you may or may not have received as a girl. You want your Daddy to be enchanted at your giggle, and be amazed at your ideas. You want a man to finally get you... and love you passionately in spite of it all! You need structure, correction and discipline... because he loves you and has taken the time to know you and what you need... not merely because he is a Dom and you are his property. You want a man who makes you and your growth his number one priority.
In short, you want your Daddy...

Thoughts after Lunch Today

2007-07-19T23:00:00.000-05:00

It began much like the last time, with me leading you, your wrist in my hand to the executive bathroom. I close the door and lock it behind us.Then it begins again you pushed back against the wall with me kissing your forehead, then your eyes, your nose and cheeks....down to the nape of your neck then up to your lips. Then I'm kissing your chin and cheeks and then I hold your face in my hands and while looking into your eyes, slowly lower my face to yours and kiss your lips, and taste your tongue. As our kiss becomes more passionate, our tongues are twisting and turning around each other..... I then leave your mouth, kissed your chin and continued down your neck to your blouse and opening it to reveal your breasts.... My hands find their way down the sides of your sweet body, and your moans urged me on as you push your body into mine. My lips continued to move down, between your breasts, as my hands move up your body. You try to guide my head further down, but I move back up to kiss your lips, as my fingers began to circle your breast once, then again. Each circle was becoming smaller and smaller, inching their way to your hardening nipple, until you felt my fingers circle the fullness of the nipple, but never touch it... Then I move to your other breast, and continued with the circles, until both of your nipples are hard and ached to be touched. My lips finally leave yours, as your breath is coming in short gasps, my tongue trails down from your mouth and lips, and continues down your chest to your full breasts. My hand travels down your stomach, and as my warm, wet, lips finally close on your nipple, my hand reaches the spot that is so wet now. As my lips covers your hard nipple, my hand travels to past your wetness and further down your legs. Breathing heavily, you moan as you part your legs for me. Your hips move as you feel my hand lightly reach between your legs and lightly part your wet lips. As I gather your juices on my finger, I continue to lightly and gently, spread you open. Then as I drag my teeth across your nipple I plunge my finger deeply into you. You gasp in pleasure and thrust your hips into my hand. Your one hand grabs the back of my head and pulls me closer to your breast as I suck your nipple in deep and hard. Your other hand flies in between your legs and covers mine; in a fit a passion you begin to moan, "Oh God, You feel so good, oh yes". My finger slowly comes out of you, but not all the way before I sink it back into you. Moaning, your head rolls from side to side as my finger slides in and out of your hot, wet, throbbing pussy.... I bring my finger all the way out, but slide it along your wetness and as the tip of my finger touches your hard little love button, your groan and pull my face to yours. Thrusting your tongue into my mouth, your moans excite me to no end. I slide my finger down to you waiting entrance and slip not one, but two fingers deep into you. Your hand is on my back pulling me into you. I can feel the hardness of your nipples on my chest and I can feel your hips gyrating to my fingers as they proceed to slide in and out of you. No longer able to kiss because your breath is coming in short gasps, you let your arms fall over my shoulders and you give yourself to me completely. Kissing your neck and gently biting and sucking, you feel the hotness and excitement within my breath and you thrust your hips to meet and match every plunge I make with my fingers. My hand's so wet from you and as my hand makes love to you, you bring your hand down and you being to rub your clit. As I thrust my fingers in and out of you, your hand begins to rub yourself in a frenzy that can only be experienced as two lovers create the climatic moment for the one. Gasping, you tell me how wonderful I feel, and how wet you are. I urge you to cum for me, to help me make you cum and your fingers press harder and rub much faster. I whisper in your ear how wonderful you feel, how hot you are, how fucking......WET.....you....are. I'm thrusting my fingers into you at such a pace that your hips have a heard time keeping up. You mumble for me not to stop, your tell me to keep fucking you, to not stop. You feel the pressure build deep inside you, and feel your world begin to become lost in a world of pleasure. You hips jerk as your thighs begin to tighten, your sense of being is replaced by a whirling world of lights and color as you feel the pressure release from your inner core and rush out from the top of your hot, wet, pussy. As your being to cum, you yell saying: "Oh God,Yesssss Fuck me, fuck, me...... I'm cummmmming, oh fuck, I'm cummmmming, Ohhhhhhhhhh Goddddddd!" and your pussy begins the spasm that it hasn't felt in a long time. Your ass is shaking uncontrollably and your eyes begin to tear bit from this incredible feeling that you've shared with me. Slowly, you come down from your high, and your body stops its shaking. You're propped up against the sink, skirt pushed up around your waist, blouse pulled out, bra unhooked, panties pushed to the side, looking more beautiful to me than words can describe. I smile at you as I lick you off my fingers. Looking over at me, you smile and lightly kiss me as your gasp for breath. You tell me how wonderful that felt, and in a few minutes, it's my turn.....

Rambling

2007-07-16T11:20:00.002-05:00

I saw her last night , again.....before I slept and again in my dreams. She was there as I recalled the day's and evening's events, again I want her...I've always wanted her I think.
I used to watch her, her interactions with others before she even knew I existed.
Now she's there and I am too, because of her and those same actions and reactions. I love how they all flock to her, like moths to a flame, yet I feel special and different when I see her. Am I? or am I kidding myself? It doesn't matter she's my guilty pleasure and she knows it.
Those times in the rooms and elsewhere. my time at work when I go off to pleasure myself time and time again because of her....lately its always her.
What does she think of that? I often wonder..is she disgusted? is she pleased? is she excited?
I have to get back to work for now, I'm done rambling for now....

Morning with Her

2007-07-16T11:20:00.001-05:00

.....he wakes to thoughts of her again, like always
he reach down to feel the hardness under the silk boxers and rubs lightly
a low moan escapes his lips...is she as soft and slick he wonders?
pushing the sheets away and tugging down at the boxers, he see this morning
what she's caused again. Each time it seems harder and stronger than the erection before.
Maybe it's cause his desire for her grows as harder and stronger too, his mind wanders to
thought of her and him....
She's there with him this morning, laying on her side watching him as he rubs and touches
the hard cock she's help create. The tip is glistening with pre-cum and he looks at her eyes
and sees the greedy girl's wanting. He's undecided what to do with it, does he let it fall in
a stream from his cock to him stomach? Does he take it with his finger and taste it like he does when she isn't there? Or does he take it and rub it all over the cock head, as he continues to stroke and rub it. Finally does he take the ever growing drop and gather it on his fingertip and feed it to her waiting lips? He looks at her and a low almost inaudible whisper of "Me" with pleading eyes is heard.
He gathers the precious fluid on his fingertip and brings it to her lips wiping his finger over her pretty
pouty lips. They glisten in the sunlight streaming in the bedroom windows and he pulls her close to him and kisses her as he tastes himself on her.
The thoughts seem so real, as if she really is there and he's brought to back to reality for a minute as
he tastes the pre cum on his finger. He rubs and strokes for her, it's always for her lately. He reaches down with both hands now, one cupped near his bare balls and rubs the area underneath and the spot between them and his ass. Another moan a bit louder as the other hand is wrapped around it stroking up and down a bit harder and faster now. She's still there watching today...like before and he likes it
her eyes on him and his cock, watching as he pleasures himself for her again. The precum gathers again and he takes it rubbing around his cock and it's slippery and wet now and feels so good in his hand.
He continues to stroke as he thinks of her there and watching. Will he finally get through one of these with her just watching or will it end like all the others, he always ends up taking her using her wet pussy for his release or feeding her greedy wanting mouth and tummy?
This morning, today he wants her to see his pleasure in her, he wants her to more than feel his seed in her. Now he wants her to see as it explodes out of him and all over him what she helps create in him time and wonderful time, again and again. He strokes and rubs harder now and faster. He wants her to see it, as he does all those times he's alone and craving her touch, her eyes, her lips, and her pussy. As he thinks of her in those term its more than enough he's close and he feels it now, building deep within
and he coaxes it more as he rubs and strokes. He's in another place now, he's there with her and looks at her, her eyes...those eyes sometimes that's all it takes and again this time it happens. Aloud grunt and moan booms through the room as his cock explodes, stream after stream of hot wet white cum shoots all over his chest and stomach. He's surprised this time at the force and fury with which he comes for her, each time seems bigger and better, he slows the strokes but doesn't stop.
He revels in his accomplishment, finally today he was able to cum with her but not inside her, it was all over him now and he realizes it on his chin and neck, damn he whispers "Look what you do to me Good Girl". He smiles and reaches for some of the fluids, gathers it on his fingertip and tastes it, sweet and a bit salty too. He lays there for a few minutes, thought of her still in his mind, and as he gets up, he decides after his shower, he'll put this morning to paper and share with her what he shares with her every morning for weeks now.