Stuffed: More Ways Than One

It was Friday and Daddy was home early.  Fridays in our house are usually reserved for date night.  Since our kids are old enough now to leave at home, we typically grab them some food and then enjoy a little time out by ourselves after a long week.  But instead of the usual, He decided to treat me by grilling steaks at home just for the two of us.  I was quite stuffed and felt a bit spoiled after after indulging in the fabulous dinner He prepared. 

While He put together a surprise dessert just for me, He sent me upstairs with instructions to find "Kong" (you know...one of my biggest and most favorite dildos!) and wait for Him.

After rustling though our toy cabinet, I found my beloved "Kong", stripped off my clothes, and knelt on the bedroom floor eagerly waiting for Him to come in.  Now, I had been worked pretty much to a frenzy during the week as Daddy extended Monday's assignment to clamp my nipples and bring myself to the edge at 2, 3, and 4 o'clock every day for the week.  Not to mention all the other evil  various ways He found to tease and torment my mind and body. So, I was REALLY a little scared and excited about whatever play He had planned.

Finally, He came in the room, placed the bowl of dessert on the dresser, and told me to place "Kong" on the floor out in front of me and get to sucking it, reminding me to take as much in my throat as I could.  Not only is that dildo ridiculously long but it is so thick I could barely get half in my mouth.  With nothing in my view except floor and plastic cock, I heard the sound of something cutting through the air just behind me. 

Over and over again, He licked at the exposed areas of my body with the dragon tail bringing a nice sting to my ass, shoulders and pussy.  Having Kong in my mouth was a relief since it seemed to muffle the sound of my moans and yelps. The harder He struck, the more of Kong I tried to swallow. 

Next, He had me stand in display position allowing not only for easier access to my pussy but direct access to my tits and nipples as well.  I tried to stay still, really I did, but each time He just barely flicked the end of my nipples with the tip of the tail, I couldn't help but flinch and pull away.  This reaction always draws His displeasure so He kept on until I could hold my position.

Finally earning a "good girl", He told me to get "Kong", stand it up on the weight bench, and fuck it.

While straddling the bench and struggling to work the enormity of it into me,  He walked over to the dresser, picked up the bowl, and brought it back to me.  His instructions as He handed it to me were to "fuck and eat". 

If you are reading this thinking "wow...that's kind of weird", don't worry...I thought so too!

Was this just meant to be some form of humiliation or was the intended message deeper than that?

My mind wrestled with the meaning behind His command, but even more so with the dessert looming in front of me.  It really was a ridiculous amount of food that I would never eat of my own accord!

You see, the need to control my food has been a battle of mine for quite some time. It can come and go depending on my emotional stress. Never to the point of being unhealthy as it was many years ago, but it is still very much my coping mechanism. I knew my increased focus towards diet and exercise recently had not escaped His notice

I tried to explain that there was no way I could eat all of it.  His only response was, "your choice...fuck and eat, or we can continue the tit and nipple whipping".

For me, that's not much of a choice there since I despise having my tits and nipples whipped. 

I will fuck and eat, Daddy.

While I rode up and down on the dildo, feeling quite awkward stuffing a bite in my mouth every couple minutes, He dug through the toy cabinet and produced another dildo which was equally long but substantially thinner.  Despite it's narrow girth, I was convinced there was no way that was fitting anywhere as long as Kong was taking up residence in one hole.  However, after applying a little lube and leaning me forward, He managed to stuff it in, filling both holes and proving me very wrong!

What a delicious feeling as I rocked up and down and back and forth on both dildos!! 

But oh gosh, did I think I was going to throw up.  By this point, the dessert had become anything but delicious and while I may enjoy being overly stuffed with cock, I do not enjoy being overly stuffed with food.

With just a couple bites left, I couldn't do it...I had to put the bowl down.  Instead of forcing me to continue, He came over to me, with a vibrator in hand and crouched down in front of me, placing it directly on my clit working it around in circles.  He leaned in and was softly kissing my lips while His other hand slowly stroked my face.  There was a burning intensity in His eyes but such gentleness in His touch. 

As my body responded to all the stimulation, all He had to do was say the words, "cum when you are ready" and almost immediately, the shock waves ripped through my body over and over again.  

And as far as the lesson about food...we talked about that the next day and He really just wanted me to indulge for once without feeling guilty about it.         

The Test

He warned me, but I can't say I was completely prepared for all He had planned Monday. It all began while I was at work with instructions via text message. 

Daddy:  Are you wearing a skirt of pants?

Me: Jeans

Daddy:  Are you wearing panties and bra?

Me: Yes...Sir

With Daddy's permission, this was one rule that had temporarily been put on hold.

Daddy:  Remove them.  I'll need pics to verify.

I head off to the bathroom and did as He asked, sent the pictures and got back to my desk just in time for my phone to vibrate with another text message.  Why on earth would I have thought that taking picture with my clothes on would suffice as proof?  Duh...so I head back to the bathroom slightly irritated and wondering if the girl sitting at the front desk thinks I am crazy for going right back to the bathroom. 

He was satisfied with the new set of pictures and asked if I had time to meet for lunch.  We sat in my office eating lunch together, but it was unusually quiet between us, not really in a bad way but just in a we are back to business sort of way.  Just before He left, I was given another set of instructions. 

This assignment would require the use of some items that are to be in my purse at all times.  Thankfully, they were actually all there!  Geez...would have hated to see what would have happened if not. 

At 2:00, I was to apply capsaicin cream to each of my nipples, clamp each with a clothespin, and bring myself just to the edge of pleasure.  I was to do the same at 3:00 and 4:00, minus the application of capsaicin.  Each time I finished, He was to be notified.  Also, I was to have my school girl outfit ready when He got home.  Not on...just ready. 

My afternoon assignment was completed without a hitch...but oh, my poor boobies.  They have not suffered much lately but they sure got a workout that afternoon.  So did the bathroom for that matter.  Again, I wondered if anyone noticed just how frequently I was disappearing, ready and armed with "my stomach is really bothering me today!" excuse.

As soon as I got home, I went ahead and laid out my outfit.  Didn't want to risk forgetting and adding punishment to His list today.

There was a bit of worry though about what He did actually have planned.  Turns out...my worry  was pretty well founded.  After dinner, He walked upstairs and calling my attention to follow Him.  I was to put on my outfit and meet Him in the office.

I quickly changed and when I walked in, I could see the flicker of approval in His eyes but He simply asked me to sit in the chair across from Him desk.  He paced around, asking me a couple of questions that I can barely remember but it had to do with what school girls do to learn.  I fumbled around guessing at answers until He said, "They take tests" as He laid a packet of papers in front of me. 

WHAT is this I thought? 

I was expecting some sort of bend over the desk and get spanked treatment or something.  But a test?? 

Oh did it all makes sense though when I leafed through the papers.  I didn't count the pages but there were at least 6-8 of them.  Page after page, question after question about my rules, contract, names of positions, basically anything and everything He had taught me thus far about being His slave. 

Oh...that's not the worst of it though.  Then He produced the Hitachi, some rope, and a dildo.  So while sitting on the dido, with the Hitachi tied to my waist and planted firmly against my clit, I had one hour to complete the test. 

WITHOUT PERMISSION TO RELEASE!!!

I can't even begin to tell you how difficult it was to sit across the desk from Him and actually concentrate on my answers, plus I hate to admit, but my knowledge in some respects had grown somewhat fuzzy.

The first 5 minutes were certainly the hardest, especially after being kept on the edge all afternoon.  It certainly had not escaped His notice how swollen with need I already was when He tied the Hitachi on me and turned it on high speed. 

Words and thought.. simply impossible. And each time I could feel the orgasm building, this burning sensation spread up my neck and I would break out in a sweat trying so hard to hold the waves back.  He chuckled as I resorted to fanning myself with the packet of papers.  Quite literally, I thought my eyes might pop out of my head from the building pressure.     

Really, I was so close to crying and yelling about the unfairness of it all but I didn't dare.  Eventually, numbness to the vibrating started to take over, allowing me to focus a little more on answering questions.  After about 30 minutes, He noticed that I was getting a bit raw and thankfully decided to remove the vibrator.  We sat in the quiet as I continued the next 30 minutes.

Once the hour was complete, He instructed me to stop, go get undressed, and wait for Him in the bedroom while He looked over the test.  He came into the room, with test in hand, shaking His head and said while I hadn't done terribly, I hadn't done well either.  In His estimation, my grade was somewhere in the C range, which seemed fair.  That's about what I was expecting.  Some of the questions, I had drawn a complete blank and some of the essay type questions didn't even get answered because I simply ran out of time. 

I already wrote about what happened next in my previous post, Daddy's Girl.

At this point, He could tell I was starting to crash.  The physical and mental exhaustion were settling in so we took a break and sat together drinking coffee.   

Afterwards, the rest of the evening was filled with plenty of cock worship and despite how eagerly I stroked and licked and sucked, the night ended with my desperate swollen pussy riding Him and being used only for His own release.    

Yep...pretty much back to reality as I know it. 

       

   


 

     

Daddy's Girl

As I said in my last post, a lot happened on Monday (and since) so let me start with the change from Master to Daddy, since that one seemed to come out of left field.   

Oddly, I never mentioned this Him but I had been thinking a lot lately about the Daddy dominant dynamic.  So it's a bit coincidental, and quite fitting maybe, that He chose this as one ways to put me in my place.   

Even though the word "Daddy" flows out of my mouth quite naturally around our kids,  He's always known me to be somewhat put off by any expectation He had of me using this word in other contexts. But being the mental sadist that He is, long before I even began calling Him Master, He would take great delight in watching me squirm, occasionally forcing the word "Daddy" from my mouth.  Oh, how it made me grit my teeth and want to crawl under a rock!

I am sure this goes back somehow to the relationship I have with my father.  Almost as far back as I can remember it has been strained, so naturally one might surmised that I have "Daddy" issues.  I have yet to admit that one out loud, but sadly, there is probably some truth to it.  Referring to my husband as "Daddy" never created any warm and fuzzy feelings for me, it just felt wrong.   

As I said though, lately I have found myself drawn to the idea of this firm yet loving, gentle, and nurturing type of dominance.  In fact, even though our dynamic had become somewhat stagnated, He was still very much taking care of me and our family.  The undercurrents of D/s were there but He seemed softer towards me and it almost seemed more fitting to think of Him more as a Daddy than a Master.   

So Monday, I stood naked in front of Him, with a reminder to cast my eyes downward.  Without being allowed to speak or question, He listed off several areas in which my obedience to His expectations had slipped.  Things that for one reason or another, just got put by the wayside. He didn't even have to finish the list...the point was well made...and well received.   

My privilege to refer to Him as Master or Sir was stripped away until otherwise notified.  When the setting is appropriate for me to do so, I am only to refer to Him as "Daddy". 

Now, I am pretty sure He might have meant this as a punishment (or a humiliation) of sorts, and yes, it did certainly sting because He was pointing out my short comings.  But with my recent curiosity about this dynamic, I didn't mind as much as I would have in the past.  Plus, I can say this in front of our kids and no one is the wiser. 

My only conundrum is while He is being so hard on me right now, "Daddy" doesn't necessarily feel quite fitting. 

Uggg...so confusing! 

But, I guess little by little, the whole concept is growing on me. It still feels a bit weird hearing "Daddy" come out of my mouth but apparently my brain is adapting to the idea...

and well...it seems to make other parts of me wet... so I guess she is adapting too!

Quiet Places

Why is it that the quiet leads me to an uncomfortable place? 

Maybe I have come to recognize a pattern..

There are plenty of times when words fail me.  I grow quiet not only here on my blog but also in the rest of my life.  Usually, it's busy schedules or a feeling that whatever is going isn't all that newsworthy, or some combination of both.  Whatever the reason though, I am realizing these are the  times when so much needs to be said. 

You see, the mind plays tricks, leading me to believe, when passivity in our dynamic takes over...it's OK...that I am OK.  But that's really not so.

He is quite honest in admitting that He doesn't always like to hear what I am feeling. Not because He is insensitive or doesn't have a desire or need to know, but because it forces Him to look towards Himself and analyze how He may also be faltering. This plays a huge huge role into my tendency to shy away, relegating myself to that quiet spot, and fight the need to face and share my pesky emotions. He is burdened enough and I try hard not to add to that.

Of course it doesn't help knowing that His solution is pretty much always NOT going to be what I had in mind. I am sure you know what I mean.

But, eventually, whatever is bothering me, all comes dribbling out anyway, much as it did the other day.

The threat of training, as I wrote about here, had yet to materialize, really through no fault of His own.  But the overall lack of attention the last few months had really begun to shake my self confidence, leaving me feeling...well not only vulnerable but undesired. 

Now, I should know without a doubt that isn't the case but my brain had run amok while left in the quiet too long.

So, after finally opening up and talking to Daddy (which I will explain the name change in my next post) over the weekend, He decided we had much work ahead to break the cycle of complacency and the first step was His reinstatement of higher protocol.     

Wow...was Monday a tough adjustment, but very much needed for both of us!! 

However, I would like to point out that Daddy's tendencies towards the "ALL OR NOTHING" principle can be a bit exasperating.

That's all I have time for now, but plenty to catch up in the next post or two.

To All the Moms

 

I stumbled on this picture months ago and have been just dying for Mother's Day to get here so I could share it. 

However you choose to spend your day, I hope you enjoy!!

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY

Outstanding Business

Snuggled up in bed, His slave lies nestled against His shoulder.  Both of them are left exhausted by the demands of the weekend and disappointed by the lack of time left for each other. Master had intended and needed to use her use Her but debated with Himself as He needed sleep as well.

She takes the initiative to begin stroking Him, ever so softly, completely infatuated by the feel of His smooth skin which quickly grows tight over His cock.  Her nails lightly graze His length until she can no longer resist feeling that smoothness brush against her lips while drinking in His intoxicating, manly scent.

He turns her on her back and claims what is already His.

Whispering firmly in her ear, He admits that the demands on His time have been great and that there are certain "things" that have been neglected. 

You do understand there is a matter of outstanding business that needs to be tended to...

Her mind races, attempting to tally up all her infractions recently or ways in which she might have displeased Him.

You do understand there will be much more cock worshipping...

More training...

More maintenance... 

She knows He has been fairly undemanding of her lately and the tone of His voice fills her with a bit of fear.

But for tonight, she basks in His gentleness.

A Little Late Liebster

Thank you to Bonnie at Bonnie Gets Spanked for nominating me for this award.  I do apologize that it has taken me so long to post.

Apparently this nomination is meant to encourage fairly new bloggers with less than 1000 followers and I surely fit in that category.  One thousand bloggers...well that is a lofty goal!

Anyways...here are the rules.

1. Thank the person who nominated you and post a link to their blog on your blog.  Check

2. Display the award on your blog-- by including it in your post and / or displaying it using a "widget" or "gadget".  Check

3. Answer 11 questions about yourself which will be provided to you by the person who nominated you.  Check

4. Provide 11 random facts about yourself.  Check

5. Nominate 5 to 11 blogs you feel deserve this award, who have less than 1000 followers.  Note to self: don't be the last one to post or you won't have anyone else to nominate:)

6. Create a new list of questions for the blogger to answer.  see number 5

7. List these rules on your post. Once you have written and published it, you then have to:  Check

8. Inform people/blogs that you nominated that they have been nominated for the Liebster Award and provide a link for them to your post so they can learn about it (they might not have heard of it!)Here are my questions for them to answer. see number 5 again...lol
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Here are the questions that Bonnie asked for me to answer. 

1. What's your favorite TV show?
Our TV time is so limited nowadays, just about the only thing we watch is Walking Dead and Game of Thrones.  Thank God for DVRs or we wouldn't even be able to watch those!

2. Do you like to travel and what's your favorite place to visit?
I love to travel.  We don't get to enough but I am happy on a beach with crystal blue water...doesn't necessarily matter where. 

3. Name your favorite alcoholic beverage.
Cranberry/vodka

4. What is your biggest pet peeve?
Seeing things out on the kitchen counter. 

5.  Do you have any hobbies?
I love painting...not artistic type painting but the house, furniture, and stuff like that.    I have always been the one to paint the inside of our house.  I also love to walk. 
   
6.  Have you ever used any non sexual items for a sexual purpose?
Ummm...what haven't we used...haha!  Let's see, just to name a few...tennis racket handle, hairspray bottle, wine bottle, cucumber, screwdriver, chip clips, clothespins, knives.  OK...is that enough?

7. What's your favorite kink?
Being spanked

8. Have you met any other bloggers in person? Who?
Nope but would like to

9. Do you have a guilty pleasure?
I am ashamed to admit it but my guilty pleasure used to be watching the Bachelor and Bachelorette.  I have given that up the last couple of seasons. 

10. Where is the strangest/kinkiest/most awesome place you've had sex?
In a car pulled off on a dirt road. That was 20 years ago and I still think about it. 

11. What do you wear to bed?
In the winter...everything I can find.  Flannel pants, long sleeve shirt, sometimes even my fleece robe and socks. In the summer usually shorts and a tank top or nothing at all. 
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11 random facts about me...
 I have blue or green eyes depending on what I am wearing.
 I am only 5 feet 2 inches
 I have never milked a cow
 My father wasn't born in this country
 My Master and I have been married twice
 I love to sleep when it's storming outside
 I am 41 years old
 I have always lived within 30 miles of where I was born.
 I love to listen to pop music (which drives Master crazy)
 I love the smell of babies and puppy breath
 Spring is my favorite time of year (minus the pollen).

Thank you again Bonnie for nominating me:)






 




 

Morning "Awakening"

It all started with the words...It's not going to suck itself.

After He had enough of my mouth, He got up and moved around the bed, telling me to lay back with my lower body at the edge of the bed.  He was standing up "trying" to slide inside me.  Still feeling a bit sorry for myself after all that had happened the night before with the humiliation play, I wasn't too much in the mood.  To get my juices flowing, He reached into the drawer and pulled out two clothespins.

As He attached one to my nipple, He was able to almost immediately push Himself inside. Of course, He made s snarky comment about my need for pain as He attached the second one and my body completely yielded to Him.

Feeling a bit mocked, I scoffed a little under my breath in mild protest to His observation.

Then, BAM!  The palm of His hand connected with my left cheek.

Oh...ok...He has my attention!

I knew immediately I had overstepped my bounds because Master has never hit me in the face.  This isn't a form of dominance that ever really interested Him.  It wasn't hard or even close to leaving mark but it did hurt just a little. Even more so...it just caught me off guard.   

OH, someone likes that!

So He did it again to the other cheek.

Apparently, I flooded immediately.  At least that's what He shared with me afterwards. 

Funny thing is...I don't think I was the only one that got turned on by it!