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Good Night
DD/lg dynamic question.
We have both been interested, involved in and for awhile living the lifestyle. We took a step back from the lifestyle awhile back. I think we both need it, I'm just not sure how to bring it back. Our Dynamic, if I had to label it would be closest to Dd/lg. We work opposite schedules and don't spend a lot of time together during the week. I feel like this is when we lose our connection the most.
I am curious what others have done or currently do to discreetly maintain the dynamic?
romance ??? AND disgusting sex ????
Yes
Back when he loved me so
To the love of my life. I want to first start by saying I love you and miss you terribly . I want to be with you so bad it hurts because we both know and so does everyone else for that matter but we can’t I understood why we can’t but it doesn’t change the fact that I can’t. It doesn’t make me feel better at night or give me pave of mind. Does it change how I feel or make me not want to be with you? No ! It just make me realize that you had a life before me and you have to fix that first before you move on. I will have my chance again and I’m realizing every day we are apart just how much I love you and need you. From your kiss, the touch of your hand and your head on my chest. I’m not ready to live without those things and your crazy if you honestly can say you think i could because I cant I have tried and it was horrible ,fake and lifeless. I would rather wait and take what I csn get then leave your side again . You are my light in my darkness , my heartbeat that keeps me in rythm . I need you . Im right here waiting for you to run back into mu loving arms were you have always belonged jamie chase. Im never going to give up on you . I never have , I never will. Im waiting on the day you say I Do ! Then my life will begin like it was supposed to . Love, David shawn (daddy)
There was a time when he loved me so much but he has moved on. I can't seem to do the same. I can't move on from something I know was meant to be
Subtle touches do more than you could ever imagine
Daddy’s job is to keep you safe, even if it’s just from yourself.
Very much so
the best night looks like this:
I want one night where you actually and honestly rape me. I want to be tied down and gagged and I want you to beat the shit out of me. I want the clothes ripped -or cut- off of me. I want you to call me a stupid worthless whore and variants of that. I want you to ignore my pleas to make you stop.
I want you to kiss me hard and then spit on my face then throw me to my knees and fuck my throat. When you’ve had enough of that, I want you to finger fuck me violently and then make fun of me when I ask to cum. I want you to shove yourself inside of me and bite my neck and leave marks all over me. After that I want you to (lube up) and fuck my ass and when I’m crying, I want you to tell me I deserve to be treated this way. I want you to cum all over my face.
I want you to ruin me for all other guys.
And then, I want you to turn the shower on and wash me completely; bonus points if you wash my hair. I want you to pick out my pajamas and a pair of cute underwear for sleep. I want you to brush my hair, cause it’d be super cute. I want you to massage lotion onto my back and bruises. I want you to make me a cup of hot tea with honey and turn on a cute movie that we’d watch while eating Fruit By The Foot. I want you to tuck me into bed and hand me Benjamin the Bear, then cuddle with me as we fall asleep.
I want you to do all these horrible things then undo each one and make me feel amazing again, just because you have the power to do that.
Almost perfect
What would you change
The forced anal...
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How I felt waking up today, was that I wanted to immediately be satisfied.
Little girl, if you were in bed with me, I would have slowly, gently, rolled you over onto your tummy, straddled you, right below your ass. Pulled your panties to the side, and slowly worked my cock into you. Moving slow enough to not wake you fully. Moving enough to start your bodies natural reaction to start getting wet. Once my spit ran out and I started to feel your pussy actually reacting, soaking my cock, I’d grab your hair, shove your head into the bed, and start ramming deep in you.
Nothing would get you out from under me, get my cock out of you, except your pussy being filled with my cum. You’re mine. I’m going to use what’s mine.
If you didn’t want me to pin you down and take your ass then you should have said the safe word instead of saying no, Daddy, please don’t. Such a good girl.
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the best night looks like this:
I want one night where you actually and honestly rape me. I want to be tied down and gagged and I want you to beat the shit out of me. I want the clothes ripped -or cut- off of me. I want you to call me a stupid worthless whore and variants of that. I want you to ignore my pleas to make you stop.
I want you to kiss me hard and then spit on my face then throw me to my knees and fuck my throat. When you’ve had enough of that, I want you to finger fuck me violently and then make fun of me when I ask to cum. I want you to shove yourself inside of me and bite my neck and leave marks all over me. After that I want you to (lube up) and fuck my ass and when I’m crying, I want you to tell me I deserve to be treated this way. I want you to cum all over my face.
I want you to ruin me for all other guys.
And then, I want you to turn the shower on and wash me completely; bonus points if you wash my hair. I want you to pick out my pajamas and a pair of cute underwear for sleep. I want you to brush my hair, cause it’d be super cute. I want you to massage lotion onto my back and bruises. I want you to make me a cup of hot tea with honey and turn on a cute movie that we’d watch while eating Fruit By The Foot. I want you to tuck me into bed and hand me Benjamin the Bear, then cuddle with me as we fall asleep.
I want you to do all these horrible things then undo each one and make me feel amazing again, just because you have the power to do that.
Almost perfect
bedroom talk
i want it made perfectly clear in the bedroom, no means yes stop means harder i can’t do it is a challenge i want it rough and raw i want the ‘abuse’ i want the pain because for me its pleasure i want the pet play i want the slave treatment i want my cloths torn from my body i want to fight being dominated i want to be controlled and used and told what to do and punished when i don’t do it i want to be daddys little girl i want to be masters fuck slave i want to be treated like a queen in the street and a whore in the bed so pin me down tie me up and fuck me already
Being a sub doesn’t mean obeying your dom despite your personal wellbeing. It doesn’t mean ignoring your morals. It doesn’t mean you’re never right. It doesn’t mean you give up the right to say no.
Submissive doesn’t equal doormat.
Being a dom doesn’t mean you always get your way.
It doesn’t mean you deserve everything you want. It doesn’t mean your sub will never leave you for being a dick. It doesn’t mean your sub’s emotions and fears and concerns are invalid.
Dominant doesn’t equal overbearing selfish prick.
BDSM is different things for different people. But it’s never meant to actually harm. There are definite red flags you should be aware of.
For example,
If you think it’s hot that you’re “forced” to have sex “against your will”, it’s called “consensual non-consent”.
If you have sex against your will because your dom “said so”, that’s called “rape”.
If you agree that your dom can punish you by grounding you, forcing you to humiliate yourself, or by beating you, etc, that is consensual power exchange.
If you live in fear of being hit by your dom, if you no longer have friends, if you cover up black eyes, if you feel oppressed, depressed, scared, lonely, and so on, you’re in an actual abusive relationship in which your dom is using the title to manipulate you.
Subs, if you’re not feeling fulfilled, you can do better. I promise.
Doms, if you’re in it just for yourself, get out. Let your sub be happy elsewhere.
Rape scares me - consensual nonconsent, though? Horrible turn on, one I probably shouldn’t have. My legs shouldn’t quiver at the idea of you pushing me up against the wall and taking me, forcing me to do everything your mind craves, without me saying a word. Then again, maybe they should, because they tremble at the thought. When I told you about my ‘rape fantasy’ - you smiled, didn’t say anything about it, so I let it go. Maybe it was as strange as I thought it was… A few weeks later, I was sleeping - soundly, mind you, despite the fact you were working late, and I hate the bed when you’re not in it. The sound of the door opening doesn’t wake me up anymore, because I know you’re the only one that has a key. The sound of footsteps up the stairs doesn’t startle me, because I know yours so well - and even the press of your knee onto the side of the bed doesn’t make me jump, because I know your weight. All these things I knew didn’t matter - because when your hand wrapped around my neck and pulled me from the bed, my heart sunk. I let out a scream, my arms flailing pointlessly, because within moments you had me pinned to the wall so roughly it knocked the wind out of me. I knew it was you, I could smell you, feel you - I know you. But something in my head just - refused to let that by, refused to know that I was safe; so my lungs hitched, my body trembled, and you held my throat so tightly my face was flushing red. Without much effort, you spun me around, used your belt to tie my hands - I was still struggling; not as fully as I could be, thrashing and whining, begging and crying; but, no kicking, because the back of my head screamed - DON’T HURT DADDY. Because - I knew… At least, I was SURE of it. There was a pang of guilt in my stomach, worried that maybe it wasn’t you - and knowing that deep beyond that fear, I was enjoying it far too much, my panties already drenched; despite the fact the fear was driving, my pleasure was in the back seat screaming are we there yet. When my hands were secure, and my face was pressed hard to the white wall, your hands started to trail. “If you move, you’ll regret it.” your voice low - your voice, I knew it was yours, but it still sent shivers through my spine. I didn’t even nod, because I knew better; but my jaw clenched so tight my head ached, my knuckles balled into fists so hard my hands lost color; all while yours were trailing down my bare back to run across the black fabric of my panties, diving between my legs. I could hear you smile. “Oh, little slut is enjoying this.” you laugh lightly - you knew I would, that’s just not fair. I can’t help but whimper; which brings your hand back up to my neck while you lean in, huffing words hot on my flesh. “Don’t make any fucking noise.” despite knowing it’s your voice, it’s one that scares me into place. Your fingers drop back to rub me slowly through those lacy little things that you quickly get frustrated with, yanking them away and tossing them aside. It’s not long before curious, rough fingers push into me, forcing a loud whine from my lips - one I try and swallow, but it refuses to be contained. You ignore it, because it’s what you want, you want those sounds, you crave them. So your fingers move faster, harder, coaxing more yelps and whimpers out of your girl, even a couple of low moans fall slowly - and then a louder one. I don’t even know what happened then, honestly, but I’m on the floor, under you. One hand on my neck, the other smacking roughly against my wet cheek, pulling more tears from my eyes. “I said no sounds.” your hand drops, tugging yourself free of those cruel jeans that confine you - there’s no teasing, you just force your way into me. The hand on my neck moves, your fingers stuff themselves into my throat, making me gag. Rough, violent, fast paced - fucking. Your body moves so fervently against mine that I can already feel the bruises forming at my hips, my thighs; tears streaming hot down my face, coughing every so often at the wiggle of your fingers. I can’t help but moan, which just pushes those digits against the spots that make me gag. “You better cum for me, you little slut." - how can I not? As soon as you say it, I shudder and shake, moan and slightly hate the fact that I enjoy this so much that my muscles betray me, wrap tighter around you, forcing you over your own edge. When it’s over and done with, you leave me there, on the floor, shivering and shaking, shuddering, crying, bruised and coated in cum. I don’t bother to get up when you leave the room - my body is too weak, if I tried to stand on the noodles I call legs, I’d fall back down. A few moments of silence pass and you come back in, flicking on the light, smiling down at me while drawing a towel along your body. No showers, you want to let the scent of us linger on our forms, so we fall asleep able to think of nothing but that moment. Suddenly delicate hands move along my body, undoing the belt and tossing it aside, yanking me up and wrapping arms around me. "Good girl.” you whisper, there’s no need for anything else. Now, laying in bed, my body, still shivering, pressed flush to yours, you hold me tight, placing a soft kiss behind my ear, huffing something sweet. “Thank you, Daddy.” I manage - the first words in a while. You don’t say a thing, just smile, proud of yourself, and your little princess.
Daddy?!?