Fantasy 11: The Finale

Fantasy 11: The Finale

I feel him move away from me and i suddenly feel desolate – lost – my need for him now is so great that even his hands being away from me for a second brings over waves of grief.  The intensity and shock of this raw emotion and the delicious sense  of vulnerability i feel in my gagged and bound state bring a short bout of tears.  Who knows where these come from in these moments but the release of them as ever is a beautiful feeling and one which i treasure.  In a world where showing feelings beyond nice British stiff upper lip is viewed as temperamental – dangerous even – this quiet space where I can come to with him, where I can cry and smile and feel safe whilst bound to within an inch of my life is my safe haven.

His absence is only for a minute and he returns with one of my favourite toys – my butt plug.  I am in luck tonight – the thought that I need to disobey him a little more springs to mind, but I quickly push it down.  It’s true though that tonight has seen me taken from scared, cold and wet Little Girl, after which the need to curl up on him like Pet came bounding forward but instead I was gifted with the sensations of the hand and cane for sub, and now I am lost as to which headspace I am in…but touching on so many in one session has brought me entirely to my knees mentally and emotionally.

 I am utterly adrift, completely His and ready for more, more, more.

I feel oil dribble once again over my still warm and slightly less welted backside and revel in the sensation of his strong hands massaging it in, calming down my skin.  Aftercare is my favourite.  But this isn’t any old aftercare, he is still in full Dominant mode and I am not surprised when I feel his thumbs slip between my cheeks to my favourite place.  He rubs and strokes and teases me there before sliding a thumb in deep – my moan is entirely animal.  My body had clearly been waiting for something more all night and it’s thrilled to receive what it is was so craving – I give myself over entirely – even my vocal chords are apparently no longer my own and my body has desires which my head hadn’t even caught up with yet.

But He knew…

I feel his hands grab my waist and pull me up on to my knees, butt now thrust out, all pale skin streaked with hot red lashes.  He knows i love and hate to see myself like this so when I hear the camera click I feel a little thrill.  “Hold your ass cheeks apart” is the command I receive next, his lips burning against my plugged ears.  My hands, bound behind my back, respond immediately.  I stoke them down across the raised skin and shiver a little, thrilled with the results – I love to feel my skin post punishment, even if in this case I cannot see it.

I feel his cock, hard, warm and mine, against my backside…i feel my butt plug pushing against me and sliding centimetre by centimetre inside me in a delicious all-encompassing thrill until it can go no further…I feel his fingers travel round my right hip and reach my pussy which is by this point desperate for attention…I feel his other hand flatten out on my lower back and travel up my spine to the base of my neck where a handful of my hair is taken gently but firmly…then his fingers enter me, hitting my g-spot first time and I cry out in a sudden, and sharp agony of blissful pleasure.  He tightens his grip on my hair, holding my head in place just how he knows I like it, as his fingers work over my g spot again and again, my body shivers and shakes and my  breathing becomes ragged as the pleasure starts building.

“Right there” I vaguely hear him murmur by my ear – his body pressed against my back. his cock pushing against me, “That’s where my little one likes it isn’t it”…these words send me spiralling and I feel my body wracked with orgasm…my head spins with the release, my body writhes against him, my moans, stilted by the gag are as loud as they have ever been unbelievably, at least to my plugged ears.  The sounds I make are echoing in my brain taking me into a world where only these sensations and sounds exist.  All too soon, it begins to ebb, but his fingers are persistent and removing his hand, he replaces it from behind with his thumb this time – again right on the g spot and soon my body is taking another orgasmic beating…I am all sensations and electricity and life and rhythm – I let my body go and it soars under his caresses.  My hair still in place in his grip, I fight against it and he holds me tighter still.  One final rush of pleasure and I am depleted.

I try to collapse, but feel his hands grab my hips, holding my ass in place.

I know what is coming next, I feel my butt plug being removed and being replaced with the head of his cock.  This is my favourite – he starts to slide into my now nicely warmed up ass.  I feel my body tense, just for a second, before his hand reaches up for my hair and brings my head back sharply.  The shock of it in my gagged, bound and ear plugged little existence meant that my muscles relax as the ones in my neck come into play and he slides right up and in in one go.  He holds my head in place with one hand and my hips in place with the other.  I am still some how remembering to hold my ass cheeks apart as he begins to travel back out before pushing deep into me again making my breath sharp with a mixture of pleasure and pain.  As his pace quickens, the pain dissipates almost instantly and I am left with thundering pleasure and yet again a world filled only with sensation.  The feeling of his hand holding my hair whilst the other tightens its grip on my waist, pulling and pushing me back and forth against his cock as he pleases, the feeling of being out of control behind my blindfold…the feeling that I can let go and just let it happen adds to my submissive enjoyment, although certainly in these occasions Little Slut is well and truly involved and just tries to cry out for more.

As his orgasm nears my mind explodes with colours, behind my blindfold, I am lost in a swirling sea of everything and nothing.  Just him and me, the pleasure, the repetition of the fucking, the slight burn as the welts on my skin pull and release, my hands struggling to stay put on my cheeks…as he comes I feel my ass struggling to take the extra size of him pre-orgasm but the slight pressure only tips me over and I fall too.

I feel my head drawn back in his grip, I claw at my backside, the pain emanating from the cane marks only adding more intensity to it all and then I feel him relax.  My hair is released, and his hand moves back down my spine – he knows I am still coming and he continues his now slowed rhythm until I collapse too.

Depleted and utterly satisfied on every level possible…Little Girl may well walk home on her own again some time.  

 

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Fantasy 10: His

Fantasy 10: His

Silence ebbs over me – still, peaceful.  The only sound is my steady breath as I slide into that quiet space inside my head.  The one that allows me the freedom to just be.  The one where the world ceases to exist outside of the exact space I am in current ownership of – in this case, my beautiful comfy bed.  Sub has moved into the place which Little Girl has just vacated, tail between her legs after her punishment from Daddy.  She was certainly more sedate by the end – but she knew Daddy loved her more than ever.  

Every punishment made them stronger – the relationship between the two of them growing more vital and real with every spank, every tightened binding, every verbal scolding, every tear fallen, every gentle kiss to make it ok.  

Little girl is a new member of my head spaces.  One which I still struggle with occasionally having no ‘daddy-issues’ to speak of.  But simply, I believe her to be an extension of Sub…she delights in being free to fly outside of reality as with sensation-seeking sub, whilst also revelling in the concept of knowing that she is undeniably, unrelentingly loved no matter what she does.  Her sheer vulnerability and dependence on her Daddy to teach her right from wrong and love her regardless makes her different to sub.  And her existence means that sub has grown up a bit and is a little stronger than she originally was now that Little Girl has taken away some of that sensitivity.  

Don’t misunderstand me: Dom always loves sub – as much as Daddy adores his Little Girl…but D/s time together is borne more out of pleasure – even the punishments have a sensual edge to them.  No matter the 200 slaps of the paddle which sent tears flying down my cheeks and made me pull and fight against the binds which tied me into the torture for as long as his heart desired – the ultimate aim for both is sex.  The receiving of that agony and the giving of it is our version of the sweetest, most intense foreplay – knowing that all he wants is to soothe my pain, even whilst serving it; knowing that all he wants is to blindfold me, bind me to the doorframe, lift my legs around his waist and fuck his little sub while she cries out lost in the richest, all encompassing, swirling vacuum of intense sensations until he is spent and she is collapsed over his shoulder.  

Knowing that all he wants then is to untie her and carry her exhausted, perfect being to his lap where he holds her tight and rocks and kisses her into oblivion.  

Little Girl is not for pleasure.  Little Girl is the ‘learning’ aspect of my lil kinks…it used to be sub, but with all my girls developing, it became necessary I suppose to separate them out further, like a child growing new aspects of their personalities, new likes and dislikes, new ways of behaving…learning as they go.  Sub likes to learn, and then she likes to be fucked…and because the end goal is the pleasure, sometimes the lesson is not learnt all that well.  Little Girl on the other hand takes the Real Life punishments – the ones which are given out to keep me safe.  I walk home in the middle of the night all alone? Little Girl must learnt so that I am safe and do not do it again.  Brat gives Dom a cheeky comment (then dashes away sniggering)?  Sub takes her punishment, but since the cause of it was not life endangering, she takes it and gets fucked as well.  It’s still an important lesson to learn – but it’s rooted in the fun of the partnership.  After all where would Dom be without Brat getting me into trouble every now again.  

It’s fun…it’s a game.  It’s pleasure and pain.

So having accepted the punishment for my misdeameanor, Little Girl has taken on board the lesson.  Now I am left alone…me and Sub.  Me? Sub? Who am I left as as I lie here in the darkened room, the dawn slowly seeping through the curtains?  I don’t know anymore – nor do I care.  The peace is all consuming and I drift there happily.  

I hear him, my Dominant now, entering the room.  My body prickles…rarely after Little Girl has taken a punishment do I get the treat of being with Dom so soon.  I may get strokes and rocked to sleep…but this?  This is a treat – brought on no doubt by his worry, as he considers all the awful things which could have happened to the love of his life on that lonely walk home from town.  

His initial anger gave way to panic and concern which led to Little Girl spending time bent over in front of Daddy and this beautifully welted red backside I am now fashioning.  But now, it would seem that that adrenalin has given way to lust…and who better to deal with that than Dom and sub…

…the original characters in this game, this life…our little slice of heaven on earth.  

They know one another better than anyone could.  They have seen both the light and dark sides of this particular kink they share.  But nothing, however dark, seems to be able to break that bond.  

His need to dominate and his methods in doing so are the exact counterpart to her need to submit.  

I feel the ball gag touch my lips.  They instinctively open, and my teeth grip the cool, slip of the soft plastic as it fills my mouth entirely – my lust swollen lips now stretched almost to a sensation resembling pain.  I bite down on the ball and release it, feeling the material give way to my testing and refill my mouth as i relax my jaw once again.  I probe it with my tongue, trying to find a comfortable position for it. Flat against it? Underneath it? Hmmm…it’s just so big! I am distracted now anyway as I feel him lift my head to bring the leather studded straps around either side of my warm, flushed face, before I sink back down as the sensation of him tightening increases until I feel it hit the perfect spot and, locked in to place, his hands move away.  Next the blindfold…cool satin covers my eyes and my heart rate skips up just the tiniest notch.  

Finally, the ear plugs…he really wants to take me down to the very recesses of subs headspace tonight.  

All in place, I lie there…the only senses I have left are smell and touch…and even that is limited with my hands bound.  Because of this, my skin is now prickling – like live electricity is flowing through my veins.  

What next?

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Aside

Fantasy 9: Little Girl Gets What Is Coming

I am out of luck.

Daddy lifted me from his knees and placed me, bent over the dresser, my cheek pressed against the cool wood, my wrists now being bound behind my back with the tie he had been wearing at work that day.

My hearts skips as I’m pretty sure I know what is coming – the part where he won’t allow me to come until I can no longer hold it back and I practically implode from the inside out for him until he has to catch my limp body as my legs fail to hold me up…

my body slumping over his strong arms.  

Of course, this is what Little Girl would have got had she not been in the middle of a very serious punishment session.

What in fact happened next made me shiver with terror…and excitement.

The bamboo cane is rarely used.  It is a fun game for us, but if I had a choice I’d always choose the hand.  The canes’ sharp, mean little thwacks hurt more than I care to let on and it takes me too long to relax into them for it to be a pleasurable experience.  Plus, of course this is not meant to be a pleasurable experience!

Usually I would have the paddle for punishments – but perhaps Daddy is thinking that my misdemeanor is so out of charachater that only an out of habit implement will do to ensure it sticks in my mind. Either way, I know this will not be pleasure in any shape or form.  My already red behind is stinging and tingling beautifully from my just-received spanking…how I wish I could revel in its heat a little longer, but before I get a chance to even attempt to take my self down into sub’s mindset and away from Little Girl’s more pain adverse headspace I sense the cane moving through the air.

I hear it hit me a split second before the scorching jet of pain courses across my backside like a knife.  God I love Him.  I feel bile rise in my throat as my body tries to encompass the sensation.  He waits a brief moment for my suddenly erratic breathing to calm – but not long enough to allow me to slip into my sub head.

No such gift – after all I have been a very bad little girl.

The rain of sharp agony continued until I could barely catch my breath between each one – as I reached 30…35…45…50.  I held my breathe on the last five…praying his goal was 50.  It was.  I had taken far more with the paddle, and as much as I hated it, it’s flat, firmness allowed me to get lost in the pain more easily than the cruel spiking spits of the cane.

I still managed to get out the words “Thank you Daddy” – although they slipped out my mouth in a ragged breathe.

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Little Girl had more than learnt her lesson.  With the tears which has been falling hard and fast during the the last twenty or so swipes slowly drying, he took my wrists and, turning me, steered me gently to the bed.  Lying me on it face down, still bound, my elbows limp and my wrists straining at the bindings holding my hands at my lower back, i sunk into the soft duvet, exhausted, exhilarated, turned on beyond any reasonable measure…why does this pain excite my body in this way? It is is a question i rarely bothered my mind with anymore…but there it was popping into my head.  I felt my brow furrow as a pondered it for just another brief moment before I felt the cool sensation of oil being dribbled over my burning, cane streaked cheeks.   I felt my breath rushing out from my mouth, my lips swollen with lust.  His expert hands gently soothed away the pain and I felt a last tear trickle down my cheek at the kindness and tenderness he was now demonstrating.

As my heart rate slowed, my breathing soothed and my backside began to merely tingle…I knew the punishment was over.

“Has my Little Girl learnt her lesson?”

“Yes Daddy”

“You will stay here and think it through until I come back. I want an apology, then sub can have her time with her Dom.  Ok? Daddy is done with you for now Little One.”

And with that, he stroked my hot cheek, kissed my eye lids closed and left the room, leaving me to my thoughts.  

And what thoughts they were…

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