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Encourage her when you fuck her face
“Good job baby” “There you go” “Just like that” “You suck this dick so good”
You’ll be surprised how nasty she get. You’re welcome.
Literally please
Every Thursday my daddy/boyfriend leaves me for 5-6 hours to play world of warcraft and it makes me feel like he just doesn't want to talk to me. I've tried talking to him about it but I get mad and he just doesn't understand how I feel. It's lonely when I don't get a reply for 20-30 minutes. Am I just being selfish?
I think everyone needs space from their partners to engage in other types of relationships every now and again. When my Pip is out with other people, it wouldn’t occur to me to think it was because she didn’t want to talk to me. If this is every Thursday, where is his attention the other six nights of the week?
JD
This is such a well meaning ask but, I have to be honest. We need to stop asking people in our lives for 24/7 attention like that. We are all adults. We all have lives, 5 hours of dark time is not unreasonable. Playing video games with friends once a week is not unreasonable. We need to remember our partners and Daddy’s have more to their lives then our dynamic. They have friends. Commitments. Jobs. Families. Hobbies. That’s normal. Find something to do. Don’t be codependent. Codependency is unhealthy. I am sending love. Good luck. 💕
this is so important!! codependency is unhealthy!! even i myself have struggled w feeling like i’m not getting enough attention from my partner, when in all reality he was just living his life and doing his thing. there’s a line between an acceptable amount of distance and actual neglect. if u want ur partner to be talking to u 24/7, that’s unhealthy. if u get upset every time they are away from u, that sounds romantic but really, it’s codependent. learn to be by urself sometimes, participate in ur own hobbies and interests and spend time w ur friends. absence makes the heart grow fonder, u need room to miss ur partner a little before u come back to them 💖
(i’m half talking to myself in this lmao)
Maybe the approach to talking about this isn't that you demand attention during this time. Is it that you do not find value in how is using those hours? Do you get equally upset by him being detained and away at work for such a period of time? Perhaps, instead of attacking on his not responding for that period of time, turn it towards asking for help in occupying that time. Perhaps if you jointly brainstormed activities? Took time to prettify for Daddy in long and complicated ways that men don't need or care to watch? Paint or draw a special picture or bake a yummy treat? That way perhaps you still can feel useful, of service and a welcome treat to come home to.
A feeling unlike any other
when i’m not in the mood to submit
It’s not always wet pussies and spanked asses.
Sometimes it’s moodiness and hormones and rough days. It’s stressful work lives and busy schedules and anxiety. Sometimes it’s all of the above, when not only do I struggle with getting into a submissive headspace, I don’t even want to try.
That has been a difficult truth to accept. I know that doesn’t make me a bad submissive, but I’m still surprised by how my inability to submit during a difficult day could also be absent of my desire to submit. Aren’t I supposed to always desire it, no matter what?
Yesterday, I was PMS-ing hard and was the most hormonal I’ve been in a long time. I had a long, emotionally draining day and desperately needed an orgasm at bedtime. I hadn’t cum in several days and pretty much thought I would die if I didn’t do so. But like most girls with Daddies, I needed to ask permission to masturbate, and I needed to ask properly.
The problem? I wasn’t in the mood. I’m a little ashamed to admit that I felt entitled. I’d had a hard day. Didn’t I deserve an orgasm? BB would understand, right?
“I would really like an orgasm,” I stated.
“I know you would,” he responded. “Ask properly, please.”
“I feel too grumpy to ask properly,” I confessed. It was true. Replacing my crankiness with deference felt impossible. I wanted to feel strong, not small and vulnerable.
“Do it anyways,” he said. “Grumpiness doesn’t get you out of my rules. You submit to me regardless of your mood, particularly on something like this. So, ask properly if you want to cum tonight.”
I felt his words starting to chip away at my bad-day-hardened exterior. I knew he was right, and his adamance that I comply with the rules was comforting. He was not about to fold for me and I didn’t have a choice. It seemed like I did: ask and maybe get an orgasm, or don’t ask and don’t get an orgasm. Here’s the thing, though–I obey orders. It doesn’t matter how grumpy I am; if he tells me to do something, I’m compelled to do it, even if it takes me a minute to get there. Barring a legitimate issue, I don’t ever tell him no.
Finally I said, “May I cum tonight, please, daddy?”
I expected him to deny me, but he allowed it. He felt that I’d needed it after the shitty day, but he also made it clear that, short of something serious, my mood doesn’t matter in submission. Just as it’s his job to take care of me and look out for my best interests even if he’s grumpy, it’s my job to reciprocate when I’m feeling that way, too.
After asking permission, I softened. I allowed myself to be small and vulnerable, and I remembered that I love that feeling. That feeling of being taken care of through discipline and structure and the consistent reinforcement of rules?
That feeling is how I know that submitting to him is truer to who I am than submitting to any given mood.
Gas Lights
It’s been a long week. A vacation, sure, but an exhausting one - you made sure of that. Your family’s lake house is beautiful to be sure, but more importantly, it’s miles from civilization. The nearest houses are mere pinpricks down the glistening shore. Ancient trees tower over us, heavy sentinels plush with green to muffle the sobs.You let me swim in the sun all day until I was drunk on the heat, dizzy with dehydration, muscles too soaked and sore to resist, and then under the veil of cricket noise and dense, floral dark, you did all the things you couldn’t do back home (bless our neighbors, though, they’re sweet - if I heard sounds like the ones you clawed out of me, I’d call the police too.)
Seven days and my body is a crime scene. My shins are bruised from Tuesday, when you left me blindfolded all day to face the choice between waiting for you to come back for me or stumbling through the unfamiliar space mewling pathetically - “Daddy? Where did you go?” I’d nearly split my head open on a doorframe trying to follow the gentle creak of your footsteps before you gave yourself away by laughing. And my chest and cheek are still raw with scrapes from Thursday when you held me down and fucked me against the roughened bark of a dead tree. There’s blood under my fingernails from picking at the scabs.
“Daddy,” I sigh plaintively, leaning against your knees from my place on the floor at your feet, “I don’t want to leave.”
“Of course not Baby,” you murmur, “We’ve barely been here a day.”
“What do you mean?”
I look down at my tanned legs, the dirt on my heels, the first of the bruises already flushing yellow and vermillion. You must be playing a trick on me again. Right? I know I just saw a pile of dirty clothes in the bedroom. Empty bottles and cartons in the recycling bin by the kitchen door. You couldn’t have done all this to me in a day.
Could you?
There are no calendars on the wall. No clocks, even. There’s no internet here and you took my phone away the moment we left home. A break would be good for us, you said. Don’t think about all of that. But I have no way of knowing what day it is. They blur into each other sometimes, days and weeks and months melting into indistinct puddles in my memory. But I know it’s been longer than a day this time. We left on Sunday, then I remember Monday because I woke up drunk with your fingers in my mouth and your cock in my ass, and then there was Tuesday, and then, and then -
“No, it’s been - it’s been a long time, Daddy -”/
“Oh, sweetheart, are you getting confused again?” You close your book and look down at my flushed, anxious face impassively.
“No! No, I know we’ve been here for longer than that! All the bruises, Daddy….”
I trail off, hot, frustrated tears welling. You trace your fingers tenderly over the swollen violet nebulas on my shoulders and breasts.
“Baby, there’s nothing there. Maybe you’d better get to bed.”
I let you lead me upstairs. What can I do? I’ve gotten confused like this before, lost track of things and places and time. It’s why I can’t always do things by myself, you say. Why I have to listen to Daddy.
You lay me down somewhere indistinct between the white cotton bedspread and the white ceiling and the white summer sky outside the window. Our clothes are folded in the suitcase by the dresser. I’m dizzy.
“Daddy, what’s wrong with me?” I stutter through quiet sobs. Where am I? Why does this keep happening to me?
“Hush, little girl,” you close one hand around my throat and slowly start to push my shorts off with the other. “You’re so pretty like this. I wish I could say I love seeing you smile as much as I love seeing you cry…but I promised I’d never lie to you.”
and im dead
Daddy’s porcelain doll
Daddy will tell you what a disgusting little girl you are and mock you for getting wet. Showing you what happens to little girls like you. Then Daddy will read you a bedtime story about you as a princess after Daddy made you look pretty with your smeared makeup and ripped panties.
Daddy will always touch your princess parts baby. But you must keep it yourself, or Daddy can’t touch them anymore.
The Benefits Of Getting Spanked
The Benefits Of Getting Spanked
Many people believe that if someone likes to get spanked, it is all sexual. That is not the case all the time. Even though getting spanked has some sexual effects or enhances sexual arousal, there are many non-sexual benefits from getting spanked. What can spankings do for you?
1. Getting spanked relieves stress.
2. Getting spanked is calming.
3. Getting spanked generates endorphins and puts you in a euphoric state.
4. Getting spanked generates adrenaline and gives an adrenaline rush, especially if you are anticipating getting a very harsh one.
5. Getting spanked lifts moods. Russian psychiatrists have found success in treating depression with bare butt whippings.
6. The marks left from getting spanked is like an art of its own.
7. For some, it can restore feelings of youth.
Don’t be ashamed of getting spanked, enjoy it! For those who never tried it in your adult years, give it a try. You never know, you may like it.
Rodney Calmes
Mmmm spanking.. therapeutic and sensual!
So many benefits. No wonder I love them even If I don’t always drool at the pain
even if my titties aren’t physically out, they’re spiritually out, and that’s what matters
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