10 ways Daddy makes me feel like his Baby girl

damagedprincess:

Love this – so sweet. Miss playing with my Little

Originally posted on Babygirl's Corner:

Task 2 from WWA. Thank you my sweet friend. This one isn’t as easy, and will be a long post. ❤️

1. Protects me from the icky boys out there.

I read on one if those cutesy Daddy dom things some rules and one said protect Baby girl from the icky boys. I thought it was cute and sweet but that doesn’t really apply. I was wrong. I had a person who said they are a Dom and a Daddy but they way they talked to me (on twitter) was rude and disgusting. I showed Daddy right away and he told him he was not a Dom or a Daddy or at least not a good one if that was how he was going to talk to a Baby girl. It made me feel good to be protected.

2. Stuffies

When Daddy knew he was going to travel he picked…

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My New Favourite Song

You know sometimes you hear a song and you’re instantly transported to a moment or a feeling or a place?

I rarely find songs i really relate to, but every now and again a little gem comes through for me and this one, Treading Water featuring Detour City by Breakage is exactly that,  makes me feel all subbie

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Love

TrueSub x

The Stranger Part 3: Mine

The idea of being ‘someone’s’ was utterly compelling yet simultaneously unthinkable somehow.  What did such a scenario entail?  The giving up of my life given right to free will was practically laughable, yet I felt myself weaken a little, just a little, at the prospect.

I knew nothing of this world aside from the pleasure, and mental and physical sensations he had just this moment gifted me with. I felt my heartbeat jump a little harder, felt my mouth go a little drier, felt my mind race a little faster… His?

Who was he? A stranger by all accounts yet one with so much inexplicable power over me that even now, when I should have been running for the door and no doubt calling the police, there I lay….naked, utterly vulnerable and totally, completely and already His.

The word was out of my mouth in an instant: “Yes”.

His eyes which had moments before been gently shining with hope and desire were instantly filled with something darker and more dangerous and compelling than anything I had before witnessed.  The proximity of those eyes, and the message they so easily conveyed was overwhelming…I had to look away.

“Yes what?” he demanded.

I looked at him, my own eyes no doubt filled with bemusement and confusion.  Then it clicked, the meaning behind his question came to the fore and I returned, as quick as a flash: “Yes Sir.”

“Good girl”, he replied to me.  He was lying almost directly over me; the top half of his body raised up, the lower half pushed up against mine, his forearms were either side of my head.  I was trapped…and my body was awash with desire. My mind fizzed and the smallest smile played at my lips as he commended my efforts.  I wanted more tests, I wanted to show him I would do anything, say anything, go anywhere…if only to hear those two little words again.  They held such power, power which was previously unknown to me.  Had someone said such a phrase to me before this evening I would have looked at them in utter disdain!  Yet, coming from his delicious, perfect lips they were heaven…my new slice of heaven.

He swiftly got up and retreated to the bathroom with the command to ‘Stay there’ as his walked away.  Where else would I be going I thought?

As I heard the shower turn on I was overcome with a need to come, so strong that I felt I may implode without any course of action.  Around 3 times in my life I have been so turned on that I knew I could bring myself to orgasm in 10 seconds flat given the chance…this was one of those moments.  My body was quite literally vibrating with an internal need so strong that I was barely aware of my hands travelling downwards, I hardly acknowledged my fingers opening myself up and exposing that gorgeous little spot which zinged with desirous potential…my clit was engorged and desperate for attention, and as my head sunk back softly and my eyes closed with relief the pleasure was instant.  I felt it catapult through me from that busy little nerve centre to my womb, to my stomach, to my throat and down through my thighs….as it mounted and the pressure further filled my legs and my torso, I heard myself panting as my fingers bore down and pushed on desperately searching for that ultimate high.  I usually liked to let my orgasms build slowly and deliciously until they pulsed through me like a tidal wave but on this occasion I wanted it now…I needed the relief, it was almost pain.

Mere moments after I had started I felt the end closing in on me…my body was bucking, my breasts pushed out, my feet pushed down into the soft material upon which I lay as they tried desperately to steady me and give me some kind of hopeless grounding.  It was futile, my orgasm was like lightening bolting through my body.  I cried out to God and a low animalistic growl tore from my throat – I was coming hard.

As quick as they came, the sensations were gone – always the draw back of these hard hitting peaks, so blissfully good but so hellishly quick.  As my final wave of delicious pleasure pulsed over me and my mind returned to an almost normal state of post orgasmic composure I blinked my eyes, which had been tightly shut for the duration, open…and was met with my new Sir staring down upon me.

His body was tight like that of a man who eats well and keeps fit so as to fulfil his duty of working hard and playing harder; his skin glistened with water droplets from the shower; his hair was slicked back from washing it; his cock was stood to strict attention, no doubt a result of the sight of my not so secret masterbation, yet his eyes were black as night.  The fear of God shot through me…was that not allowed I thought?

“Who gave you permission to come young lady?” The question left me baffled.  I stuttered and stumbled over my words for a moment, looking up at him beseechingly before seeing my battle was lost.  I was on new territory now, one in which my orgasms were prescribed, and although that would have been completely unacceptable from any other man, this man could quite frankly ask me to do, or not do, whatever he wanted.  I had no idea why.

“I’m sorry Sir”, I muttered as I sat up, keeping my eyes directed to the floor.  I studied my hands for a moment, which were clasped in my lap,  before flicking my eyes over my breasts and nipples which were still pert and hard from the lasting effects of the orgasm.  I felt myself being turned on again, this time by my own body and by the electricity in the room between us.

“Look at me”, he demanded.  I followed my order and looked up in to his dark eyes.  “We are yet to put your rules in place, I appreciate that, and despite the obvious physical effects your little display has had on me you shall be punished for acting without permission.  Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir” I murmured as I simultaneously wondered when this sexy stranger was going to allow me to suck his gorgeous, hard cock.

“Our next session together will be one of physical punishment for your misdemeanour.  Not only that, you are not permitted to orgasm either with me nor yourself until next time and even then, it will be based on your actions over the next few days. Is that clear?”

“Yes Sir.”  My eyes dropped from his smouldering face, down his torso to his cock again.

“Look at me young lady.  You have aroused me, and against my will. You will suck me and I am going to come on you.  You have been a bad girl, and only good girls get to swallow….”

Oh my good lord, my stomach was somersaulting, these words, so crude and so direct and so decadently controlling…I wanted him coming now now now.

He stood in front of me, took my hair in one hand and placed the other underneath my chin as a silent command for me to open up.  I felt my cunt tense and release with a post orgasmic clench and I knew I had drenched his beautiful sofa.  My eager mouth took him in and sucked.  His hand on my jaw moved down to the throat and I took this as a sign to push down as far as I could manage, which was surprisingly far from this angle.  The words “Good girl” joyously emerged from his mouth and I felt my womb contract once again, I was becoming ravenously turned on – again!

Just as I had been on the brink of my orgasm almost the minute I had touched myself, he too was not far from completion just moments in.  I heard his breathing quicken in pace, I felt both his hands grip my hair hard pulling it up and weaving it round his fists for better grip.  It pulled at the roots a little, I loved it.  When he began to pulse me up and down his long hard shaft faster and faster I began to gag just a little from the continual forced pressure to the back of my throat, and my lack of experience in being so out of control in this situation meant my breathing was ragged.  It took me a moment to realise I needed to relax, at which moment his cock pushed back further still and a groan escaped his lips.  I opened my eyes and saw his lower torso was tensed and solid from the pressure of his building orgasm.

I lifted my lashes up and looked up to him, my mouth and cheeks and throat full of him…he glowered down at me, his eyes more intense than I had seen of them until this moment…which to be fair, had only been around 6 hours!  The thought of what I was allowing an almost stranger do to me, mixed with his uttered words of “I’m going to come” jolted my body almost off the sofa. How could I hold back from a self induced orgasm between now and when I next see him?  I need one right now…he won’t notice I naively thought, and so I allowed my fingers to reach back down to my hot, wet pussy and quickly and quietly circle my clit as before, over and over and…..his hand grabbed my hair and yanked my head back so I was looking directly up at his face, his now free hand working over himself quickly and efficiently just as mine did over my clit.  He noticed what I was doing but was too far gone to care…his eyes screwed tight for the briefest moment, and a look for pain and pleasure washed hard over his face at which point I was sent into another frenzied orgasm, perfectly in time for his hot spunk to cover my face, my throat, my collar bone, my breasts…my mouth instinctively opened as I came hard to the sounds of his own pleasure and I licked up and relished the taste and texture of his cum.  What had I become? What had this man done to me?  I thought I was a nice girl?

As we locked eyes, I quickly moved my fingers from my pussy, bringing them up to my mouth and sucked hard on them whilst keeping my eyes trained on his.

His own eyes shone amusedly, before reverting to delicious darkness and the words “Bad girl – double punishment for you young lady.  When will you learn?”  He let go of my hair and I sank back into the soft seat.

I sighed contentedly and thought that I quite liked the idea of being a ‘nice girl gone bad.’  Little did I know exactly what this dominant stranger’s double punishment entailed – had I known what was in store for me I would have been a lot less smug right at that moment.

To be continued….

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My Heartfelt Apologies…

….for my absence.  What a bad girl I am!

Life had been shooting by and writing has fallen by the wayside, but not for long.

The Stranger needs an ending, my filthy thoughts need to be brought to life and my unrequited submissive tendencies need an outlet, so new material is not far behind.

I am currently building and fine tuning my blog into a book, The Life & Fantasies Of A Submissive which I am so excited about.  In the mean time, if you wish to know more about me, want to discover my new blogs before anyone else or else you just love beautiful submissive images as much as I do then I have created a new Facebook page Life & Fantasies Of A Submissive to house all of these things and so much more. Join me.

Or else, come chat with me on Twitter @truesub.

For the submissives: I give great advice, can be a shoulder to lean on and an ear to listen.

For the Dom’s? I may even write some lines for you!  ;)

Thank you so much for following the True Diary of A Submissive. It’s a pleasure to have you on board.

Say Hi in the comment below….I would love to have a chat

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Nothing

I lie there, thinking about not thinking about him.  

I change positions, I turn the pillow, I get up for a glass of water and then try again.  

I think desperately of nothing… yet in all that nothingness comes nothing but him.  

The way he would look at me.  The way he would hold me.  The way he would punish me then love me.  

It was everything.  He was everything.  

Now it’s nothing.  Cut off at the quick – no where for the special, completely unique, unfullfilable, unending love to go.  

It just sits in my heart waiting to be brought back to life – but nothing can resuscitate it now. 

Except the one thing it needs – and can never have. 

Him. 

And so I lie there and think of nothing, but Him. 

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The Sub Who Loves To Come In Public

“Do it now little one or your bottom shall be feeling the result of your disobedience for days to come.”   

As I walked quietly down the road, I felt my blushes rise from my décolletage, up my neck to reach my cheeks…the other ones.  Still I hesitated…I felt everyone around me was aware of what was being asked of me.  It was purely selfish on His part…requesting something which was so far out of my comfort zone.  But why shouldn’t he? I was His to play with as he chose to, and today, this was his game.

“I will be there in ten minutes, I want you on your knees, dripping wet from orgasm and waiting with your mouth ready for my hard cock.”

But it was so public, I thought.  Unrequested an image of his hands wrapped up in my hair, pulling himself into my mouth filled my head.  My stomach and womb suddenly clinched as though someone has punched me…I would never get used to that affect he has on my insides.  He turns me to goo, I melt at the merest thought of his hardness.  I knew that from that one pull inside of me I would be drenched.  Frankly, after that I would have to do as I was told anyway, because I couldn’t very well be wearing these panties for the rest of the afternoon now. 

“Ten minutes”, he repeated.  I didn’t have long.

I dashed to where I had been commanded to go – the lingerie shop on the high street.  I picked up something I knew he would like and made a run for the till where I paid for the cute little white lace pants.  In a bid to make what was coming a little more subtle, I grabbed a handful of items and made my way to the changing room – the one I was told to use.  Furthest from the till, just tucked away, hidden behind a large rack of S&M type clothing.  Perfect.

As I entered the small, compact space I felt another internal thrill at what was about to happen.  He pushed my to my limits – public spaces make me wary, especially in instances like this.  He loves the thrill, he loves to see my squirm as I try to reign in my discomfort at the situation, but it works for him.  He loves me to squirm. 

I pull off the clothes I am wearing and allow them to sink to the floor, with me close behind them.  On my knees now facing the full length mirror I turn my fingers attention to my clit, my soaking pussy, my desperate need.  Being in a lingerie store, the lighting is as perfect as you can get in a public place and for that I am thankful.  It allows me to fully appreciate myself in the mirror…the wanton look in my eyes, the heaviness of breath forcing my ribcage to push out and my breasts to heave just a little in response. 

My fingers are now in my favourite place, two opening my clit up for the world, one working over it…forcing it to listen and urging it to give me the gift I know it can: overwhelming and utter bliss…in about a minute and a half.  I’m suddenly aware that time is pressing on; he’ll be here any moment.  The pressure to perform would usually stem my orgasm, but today, I was already half gone before I had even started.  His words on the phone to me earlier were ringing through my head – urging my body on faster.  His commands for me to come hard in public with strangers just a step outside the curtain, the possibility of a shop assistant opening up the thin piece of material separating wanton little me from the world…and what she might do if she did.  Join me?  Help me come harder with her own fingers? Her tongue? Whilst i sat on the stool in the corner of the tiny space, her head between my legs, forcing my body to come for her? 

At that thought, the orgasm was overwhelming and instant…no slow build here and just as he entered, my head was rocked back, my mouth open in silent cries, eyes tight shut, body and mind lost in bliss. He took the opportunity of my positioning to unzip quickly, take my face and push his cock into my willing mouth.  Still heady and hazy from the intensity of my orgasm, I was desperate to continue the rush of endorphins so I sucked.  I sucked hard and fast and his hands, just as I imagined they would be, held my head in place whilst he worked my lips up and down the hard length of him.  I was so caught up I forgot about the curtain separating us from the world, I forgot I was naked aside from the merest slip of white lace, i forgot that anyone could ask if I needed another size or if they could give me a hand any second….I simply forgot. 

I knew this had been a fantasy for him for as long as I knew him and as such it would not take him long – and it didn’t.  His orgasm was silent and forceful.  I choked on his cock and his cum as he pushed hard to the back of my throat, but the head expanding in size as it squirted its delicious contents down my throat made me gag…I couldn’t help it.  I loved it, but natural reactions are exactly that – natural. 

He glared down at me…I flicked my eyes up – the shame.  They will have heard that – no doubt.  My fingers were still on my clit.  I had been on such a orgasmic high that my body had all but frozen in place.  The sudden shock of having no doubt been caught lit something up in me…something I had not felt before.  A penchant for danger…for being heard…for being seen.  He removed himself from my mouth and saw my fingers working hard over my clit, delving into my wet cunt before returning to their job.  I bit my lip hard, I closed my eyes, I glanced back up at him checking that this was ok.  It was. 

He gripped my upper arm and pulled my up off of my knees, turned me to face the wall and rested me on it with my forehead, allowing my two hands to continue their demanding job. 

His hands then began to work their own magic.  His first two fingers entered my pussy from behind and flicked up to hit my g-spot.  I gasped with the new sensation as it rushed over me…they are going to be opening this curtain any second, I can’t keep myself silent.   Next the thumb of the same hand pushed against my asshole which was wet from my post orgasm juice.  He must know that I cannot possibly remain quiet if this is the type of orgasm he is serving up to me?  The intensity of pleasure with ass play is too much for me…too much but oh so good.  He’ll be lucky if i don’t scream.  Oh my god, they’re going to find us…me with my ass thrust out, him fingering me in every feasible way. 

His fingers and thumb pushed me on, forcing me toward what I could feel was going to be an avalanche of a climax.  As it grew to its final pitstop before I was to crumble into a shivering, writhing wreck and came all over his fingers, his other hand reached around to my mouth and forced its way inside.  I bit hard as my insides disintegrated.  My breathing none the less was coming out hard and tortured, my throat struggled to contain my cries and as the second wave rose as his thumb pulled out and pushed back inside my ass deeply I moaned.  Only for a second…but there was no denying that sound. 

The curtain flew back…a gorgeous woman looked in and as she took in what she was seeing, her eyes widened, changing from anger to shock and the merest hint of desire.  I was in the heat of an orgasm and therefore useless and unable to react to anything other than that which my body was receiving from him.  He was as calm as ever, as though nothing untoward was occurring on her shop floor and as we both looked at her, he pulled and pushed his fingers and thumb into and out of me one last time and I gave up…I moaned hard.  I closed my eyes for a second as the pleasure hit me, and then reopened them…training them on her.  Our voyeur.  I saw her swallow hard…I saw her take a last glimpse of my body and his, attached only by pleasure inducing fingers and she drew back the curtain. 

My body, radiating heat and bliss in an alarming way could not understand what had just happened or what it should do now.  I was turned on like never before – being watched as I came hard by someone other than him was alarming and incredible as one.  I was hooked on this previously terrifying experience.

As we dressed and existed the shop, she could not look at us.  She blushed deeply, but as we walked past the window outside I glanced back and saw her watching after us, biting her lip, her hand holding the base of her throat.  She knew what we were about.  And no doubt we would be back.  We had found our first voyeur.   

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Our Final Hour. For You.

I’ll always remember I’ll never forget
All I have learned from You, and yet

After You helped me to flourish until
I no longer needed but wanted You still,
You let me go free to walk tall on my own
To be all that I am and get by all alone.

But although our ways parted – our time had a limit
My life would be darker had You not been in it.

We were granted a precious gift weren’t we you see,
I was made to change You and You to change me

Your influence on me – life changing and pure,
But what You’ve got from me, I’m far less sure…

Where once You were strong and steadfast in Your thoughts, Your actions, Your mindset and all that You taught

Now You flounder inside and it kills me to see, that You are left less than what You should be.

To me You’re amazing, so honest and true, but I feel I have broken what once was my You

My love pried You open and left your heart bare, now you’re vulnerable to life without me there to care.

I worried that now with no future for us
Our contact was making it harder to trust
That what we had was real – was it? Or a game? A fantasy life with me there to tame

And You there to master and show me Your power
‘Til our set time was up – our sad final hour.

For unknown to me you had plans beyond us

And that broke my heart and my spirit was crushed

So…

Though it jars me to say it – my instincts are flared and it stabs at my heart and my sub is left scared,
I know what is real now – what I need to do
And that, my sweet Sir, is move on…without you.

Thank you.
Yours Forever.
sub – brat – princess – pet – slave…all of us.

And me  x

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