Forgetful Little Girl

Forgetful Little Girl

He grips me hard and my stomach is knotted in a ball of erotic tension as my body awaited his.

I become lost in a heightened state as he roughly moved me over his knees, trapping my legs between His and lifting my hips up to ensure my ass was at the optimum height for his hands to find that sweet spot.

My mind prepared itself for what was to come…I breathed deeply yet raggedly and look down at my hands which were perfectly spaced out in front of me.  As his hands began to stroke and warm up my bare skin my breathing calmed for a moment as I enjoyed the pleasure of his skin on mine, before his hand lifted away and the first smack ricocheted off my warm, firm behind.  The first is always sweet…the skin not yet sensitive ensuring that the full slap is felt as a warm erotic shock, the sensation of which ripples out beautifully across the nearest nerve endings.

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The second and third feel the same…the forth and fifth starting to feel a little more deeply as the spanks get harder each time…beyond that I find myself already getting lost in the growing pain.  My mind concentrates solely on that one area of my body as though under a microscope of sensation; the feeling of heat and discomfort starting to build quicker and quicker as I will my mind to lead me to the edge of the abyss.  Slowly but surely my mind carries me forward as the rain of spanking ploughs on on my now painful red cheeks.  One to the other, over and over…and just as I am about to blissfully fall head first into the shock of heaven he withdraws his hand, strokes once the reddened soreness before moving his hand down to my thighs…

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Oh the stinging bliss of punishment as the slaps begin once again on the tender sensitive smooth skin below my now throbbing cheeks.  Unable to so easily lose the element of pain over this thin skin, I stay right in the moment as his hand continues its squeal inducing onslaught and as i wriggle and writhe, I find I am no longer able to control my body as it fights against it’s longed for attack.  His leg holds mine together tighter still, and his free arm grips around my waist rendering me unable to move.  The sting of every swipe burns and burns and burns….and then I am flying.  I’m lost in my adrenalin…the shock of the pain has finally carried my mind beyond reality and the present moment.  I free fall in my paradise of muted pleasure…each smack reverbarating around my very soul.  And then all too soon it desists….I lay there unable to move, unable to think, unable to do anything but breathe shallowly, my eyes flickering open and then closed.  I moan slightly in disappointment as his hands begin their cool down of my heated, deliciously burning skin.  There’s a final slap on my ass cheek for my demanding groan and then the very hands which had been breathing pain through my body just moments before began to force deeply into me, into my hot swollen pussy which, in the joy of the spanking, had gone unnoticed.  All at once I was fully aware of the deep internal need in me…a thick, heavy desire to be fucked hard and used so my mind can shut down once more, allowing my body to simply feel feel feel as my boundaries are pushed to their very limits.

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His fingers find me and move as I need them to, well rehearsed movements which get me every time.  Now my moans are no longer from disappointment from the loss of the spanks, but from the building unstoppable need in me….I’m coming before I know it and before I can ask for permission.  Gutteral waves of gentle treacel-like moans flow from deep within me as I speak a languge that even I cannot comprehend.  His quietly spoken sentiments, “Good girl coming hard for me…good little girl” push me on and on until I am all out of energy.  I quietly moan a little and enjoy the final wash of pleasure as I find myself dipping in and out of consciousness before he lifts my hips and stands up from under me.  I lay there vaguely aware of his undressing by my side…slowly and purposefully revealing each gorgeous limb and inch of skin making my breathing harden once again as I prepare for the next game we will be playing.

His beautiful cock is released last…my heavy eyes grow heavier still with lust and I lift my head slowly and open my mouth wide – his favourite invitation.  He sweeps the hair from around my face and grips it back hard in his hand and lifts my head up a little until I am perfectly positioned to take him all in which I willingly and obligingly do.  He slides me down the legnth of him until he hits the back of my throat, forcing me to attempt to open up a little more to stop the gag reflex from kicking in but too late, as I gag hard and my eyes start to water hard – he pulls himself from my mouth and looks down at my swimming eyes as I open up once more to welcome him back in.  As he continues to fuck my warm wet mouth, I fight the urge to gag again knowing that as much as he loves it, he needs pleasure so I distract myself by sucking hard as he pushes in and out, over and over.

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As my now running eyes look up to him, he catches my gaze intensely just for a moment and pulls my head back hard, releasing my aching jaw from its task, and begins to re position me using only my ponytail as a reign.  I find myself on my knees, facing away from him, forehead pushed into the mattress, ass thrust up high – the still reddened skin sore from the stretch created from this position.  I feel his thumb push into my cunt just once to release my hot wetness and ensure I am ready to enable the finale of this show….and then at last his cock fills me up completely.  He pushes into the hilt, remains there as we both sink into the bliss of it, before pulling out fast and thrusting back in hard.

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My body jolts as I release animalistic moans of base pleasure. His hands wrap around my throat and he pulls me back up so I am now rested up on my hands as he continues on harder and faster whilst i am subconsciously begging for more.  The tightening on my neck spins me out further and further and I am quickly building my pace; I can feel my insides beginning to throb and clench as orgasm draws near.  I realise I must get my request for permission out before it is once again too late and so I cry out as best as I can with his hands around me, and barely in time: “Please Sir, Please…” and despite his orgasm being only seconds behind my own, he replies in his usual controlled, disciplinarian manner, “Yes little one” and so I begin my rise.  My cries growing as the pleasure heightens, my breathing out of control and my requests for more and to be fucked harder all totally lost to me.  As he comes in to me, his swollen thickening cock fills me further still until I am all but blacking out from the swimming darkness behind my eyes…pleasure pleasure pleasure….swirling all encompassing swathes of it fill me as he does, and then it begins its retreat and i am left collapsed on the bed; my body hot, wet and satisfied by his.

He leaves me to recover with the simple but deadly line: “Well done little one, you’ve been a good girl – but next time you forget to ask for permision before every orgasm you will be sorry.”

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As he held me in place phsycially – my face pressed into the matress, my ass forced up high to where he liked it – I found in me once again, that space in my mind I always craved.  Where thoughts slowed down and sensations heightened – like a panther preparing to pounce.  Everything was electric…every movement, sound and touch sparked, like a chemical magic brought about only by the perfect combination of two beings in their natural element.

As the spanks on my bare skin ceased being a pleasurable physical assult and became nothing but a sound heard only from a vague distance, I felt myself grow weaker and stronger all at once.  I found my place here, simultaneously becoming both the hunter and the prey.  I always find my strength, ironically, at my most vulnerable moments.

At that moment, I felt as ferocious and free as a wild animal…but an animal who ultimately wanted only to be collared and led back to her cage.  The power to roar, but the desire only to purr.

The right owner can bring out the best in their pet.

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After as a lay in his arms on the bed, I soaked up the peace and stillness which my sated mind poured luxuriously over my physical being.  Mind and body in perfect rhythm; each feeding the other…allowing me to feel and breathe, run free and wind down, as and when required.  The perfect partners in a masochistic crime; granting their owner…me…the rare and beautiful opportunity to withdraw or come alive at the skill of my own Master. I find I am at the mercy of my beautiful body and sadistic senses as much as his hands.

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My Heartfelt Apologies…

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.

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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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