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Sometimes you just need to tied down and fucked hard, don’t you baby? When you need to relax and forget about everything else for a while. When you need a break from thinking and making decisions.

Oh I know baby, shh, I know. You’re so gorgeous spread out for me, and don’t worry. I’ll fuck every last thought out of your pretty little head.

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Isolation

“I need to get away!” Natalie says that to me all the time, and I usually indulge her. She’s often indulged. Allowed to make plans for us at whatever get-away she desires because Daddy loves making her princess happy. We are both over worked and under appreciated, and stress is a constant part of our day. It was time to get away for a while, but where could I take my little princess to make sure both of us had a good time? 

One thing was certain…it was time for me to have a bit of fun. More play than work while we were away. I wanted it to be something…special.

I found the perfect place and let my little girl know she could pack our travel bags to go. We left Friday morning and our first stop was the wine store where we bought several bottles of champagne and a few sweet dessert wines.

We drove about 6 hours from home and when we pulled into the rental cabin Natalie’s face looked less enthusiastic than I had originally hoped. That would change, and soon.

The cabin wasn’t just a weekend vacation cabin. Oh no…it was so much more.

I’d been paying special attention to a fellow friend in kink who told me of an amazing “specialty” business that catered to those with our particular tastes. Their vacation rentals were built with the sadist in mind. Natalie’s eyes widened as we walked in and she saw a large kitchen table with rings at the end and the pièce de résistance a gorgeous Saint Andrew’s Cross. I knew her pussy was going to be wet as soon as we got to the bedroom.

I grabbed the box that was sitting in the center of the table, and brought it with us to the bedroom. I’d taken some time to ship some things to the cabin before we were to arrive and had a few special things waiting for Natalie, and myself, inside. I pulled out a variety of lingerie, and clothing but Natalie wasn’t paying any attention to me. Her eyes were bright as she stalked around the room. She couldn’t speak, her delight at our lodging was evident.

“You did this for me?” She questioned. Silly girl. I walked up to her and slid my hand up her arm to the nape of her neck. I gently but firmly grabbed a thick fist-full of her hair and at her first wince I pulled her down so her lips were close to mine.

“No princess, I did this for me.” I said and crushed her lips to mine. I tasted the coffee she’d had earlier, the excitement, the need pulsing through her and she whimpered. I pulled her down harder until she was on her knees. Our weekend was starting…right now. I stripped her while she knelt on the floor, putting her on her back to take off her pants. Once she was nude in front of me I ordered her on the bed. Face down, her pert ass begging me to abuse it. I didn’t want to rush…after all…we had the whole weekend.

Her skin flushed as I traced the lines of her back with my Wartenberg Wheel until she was covered in small lines that looked like poetry on her tanned skin. The whip was next. My favorite. She’d been asking me for weeks to hurt her, and I was more than eager to fulfill that desire. After all, it was my weekend to get away and relieve my stress. My babygirl was going to be the best stress reliever I’d ever have. I whipped her hard, until she was sobbing and begging me to stop and I whipped some more.

Until welts had welts and her skin was throbbing and angry. Cum was running down her legs and I had to dive into her pretty naked cunt.

I got on the bed with her and pulled her face back towards mine. Fingering her sopping wet pussy I stroked her pebble hard nipples until her legs were shaking. I forced my fingers inside her with one hand and with the other I vigorously rubbed her clit until she came all over my fingers. Over and over her pussy spasmed on me. She stopped quivering and I turned her on her back. She winced. She was sore and that only made me wetter. I sat on her face, grinding my cunt into her mouth and face fucking her as hard as I could. Over and over I worked my hips up and down on her outstretched tongue. Her eyes were glazed and her legs were still shaking from the powerful orgasm I’d just given her. I knew the deep purple welts on her ass had to hurt. I’d used an incredible amount of force while I was beating her and wanted her to hurt…not just for the weekend but at least for the next two weeks. I couldn’t wait to see the delicious eggplant color her bruises were going to be in the middle of the next week.

I came hard on her face, twisting her sore red nipples in my hands as my pussy juice flooded her mouth. She came again too, the force of my own orgasm sending her over the edge again.

Then it was time for the two of us to sleep. I tucked her in next to me, holding her as she shed tears of lust, pain, and gratitude for the pain I’d inflicted upon her. She snuggled into me, her ass flush against my front, the heat from her stripes were a constant reminder to me of how perfect she was as my slave.

We woke the next day and I put on Natalie’s favorite outfit. A bra and panty set, a white shirt, and my favorite thigh high boots. It was time for babygirl to please her Mistress.

The day dragged on…time slowed…and I posed my blonde amazon in heels and chains, exactly as she deserved. She made me breakfast, her body adorned with just the right amount of coverage to tease me with what I owned.

We luxuriated throughout the day…alternating between sex and indulgence. Food, showers, and feasting on one another’s bodies. But after dinner I needed to pet my toy. As I drank my wine she draped herself over me. My soft princess, I stroked her back…I’d punched her earlier as she’d been tied to the Saint Andrew’s cross and her back was riddled with just formed bruises and welts. The spots she winced I tended to pet a little extra…a little harder.

“I love you,” I said. She nodded her head. 

“I love you too, my love.” She told me and I knew she did. She was mine. My six foot tall blonde goddess was my little kitten. But it was time for more playing…we only had the two nights in the cabin and I was still incredibly hungry.

I hadn’t yet relieved every ounce of my stress and I desperately needed to. I strapped Natalie to the Saint Andrew’s cross on her back so her front was facing me. Using the whip I started at her ankles and moved my way up, shredding her stockings quickly and working my way up to her thighs. Her crying only ignited me and I whipped her harder. I stroked her with the whip left to right until her legs were shaking and she was begging me to stop. I looked in her eyes. I slid my hand between her legs and felt her gushing pussy.

“Are you using your safe word, princess?” I asked. Her perfect 36D tits were heaving, still red from the biting I’d done earlier. 

“No, Daddy,” she sighed and I stepped back. I shoved my wet fingers into her mouth and made her lick her cum from each digit before I resumed beating her.  

I marked her stomach then back and forth until she was red and raw. Her tits, her arms and then I worked on her sides. I wanted to make sure that every single inch of her six foot frame was covered, entirely covered, in bruises and lash marks.

As soon as I finished beating her I had to fuck her. I put on my strap-on and walked over to her. I took the ankle straps off of her and helped her wrap her bruised and sore legs around my waist. My heels were a good six inches, high enough that when she lifted her legs she sank directly onto my large nine inch strap-on. I’d been slowly stretching her at home. A successive line of larger and larger toys had been stuffed inside of her fuck hole until she could easily take my largest, and favorite, toy. She didn’t take it easily, but more better than she had the first night I’d torn her pussy open with it.

Over and over again I rammed into her. Her crying only excited me and I squeezed her sides, directly over where I’d beaten her. She thrashed on me as she started to cum. I needed it flowing down the front of my body while I fucked her.

“That’s it baby. Cum on Daddy’s cock little girl. You love it when it hurts don’t you slut.” She gasped out her affirmative answer and I bottomed the toy out in her cunt as she screamed.  

“I’m cumming Daddy!” She shook and I kept working it in and out of her as her body convulsed. I grabbed her throat with one hand and as she flew over the precipice her eyes glazed and she very nearly lost consciousness. As her cum splashed out of her cunt I pulled out and let go of her legs. Her head tilted back and she sighed as the cum slid down her legs.  

“You are mine.” I said to her and she had no reply. She’d been mine from day one. She’d always be mine. Mind, body, and soul…she was irrevocably ruined for anyone else. An absolutely perfect submissive princess all for me.

The Way She Begs For Bruises

I’m lucky. I know this. I have always been pretty lucky when it came to my sex life, but with my submissive I’m incredibly lucky. See, she loves the things I love. I’m not talking about movies, choice in music, or our wardrobe (three things we absolutely share except for jeans).

No, what I’m talking about is pain. She likes pain. She’s a very dominant Alpha female, like me, and I’m the only woman - the only person, who she has ever submitted to. For me, she’s not a 6′ tall bad ass who will kick your ass. No, for me she’s a purring little kitten waiting for Daddy to pet her hair.

My slut loves pain, and I love giving pain. The sweeter and more direct the pain the more my cunt drips in anticipation of hurting her even more. She didn’t know that…the first night we met, but soon it became apparent that my gorgeous, exquisitely formed and incredibly accomplished princess needed to be handled like a dirty little punching bag whore whose sole purpose was giving her Daddy (yes, I AM her Daddy) a canvas on which to paint my pleasure.

She didn’t start out like this. At first…it was just a spanking on the ass here and there to see how she’d take it. She took it well to say the least. Then a paddle, a crop, a whip, and then my favorite…my bare fists.

See I love punching her. Not just punching her a few times and then kissing her tears and fucking her silly, but punching her for a sustained length of time. Until I’m winded. Until I feel like I’ve been to the gym and my shoulders and biceps are sore. I don’t hit her until she’s crying or until she’s covered in a few bruises. I brutally punch her on every square inch of her body until I physically can’t punch her any longer.

That’s when it’s time for babygirl to let Daddy snuggle her. That’s when I’ll wipe her tears away. Oftentimes she’s not able to cum that night, and that’s fine. She doesn’t need to cum. The beating isn’t for her to get off or to fulfill some sick need. No, the beating is simply because I like it.

I want to hurt her. I want to make her tremble. It makes my cunt explode with joy every single time.

My.

Fist.

Pounds.

Against.

Her.

Flesh.

I love it when she begs me to stop. When her voice cracks and I know it hurts and I punch her in my favorite spot on her back over and over and over again so much that every time she raises her arms for the next week it’s going to pull and she’ll be drenched in cum the entire day.

My baby has a job this week. I desperately want to tie her face first to our punching bag and use her body as my very own personal punching bag. It’s what she needs. She longs for it in the way she teases me day after day. While I’m working this week she’ll rearrange, clean, organize, and straighten up the only area of our home with a little bit of disorganization.

She’ll have thoughts of squirting on our concrete floor in her mind the entire time which will make her that much more petulant and flirtatious. Because she knows that when I do finally stop using her as my personal exercise machine I’m going to shove my sore knuckles wrist deep into her sopping went cunt.

I’ve told her this will be our Thursday evening ritual. Toys, no matter how obedient and sweet they are, need to be regularly maintained. She needs a weekly tune up so when she flexes at the gym and her back pulls it won’t be from working out it’ll be from Daddy’s repeated blows to her body.

When she squats and her pussy pulls and her legs shake it’s because I’ve left a knee shaped bruise on the front of her thigh and she’ll still be raw from me beating her owned cunt.

And when she gets home she’ll tease and tease because she knows she needs to be stuffed. Full. Filled to the brim like Daddy’s good little girl.

I’ll spend time the rest of the week treating my sweet princess how she deserves.

Maybe I’ll dress her up and let her wear her new Louboutin’s to dinner.

Because the best little girls are the ones who know that deep down…deep down they’re really just looking for a wolf to take care of them and eat them alive.

Soon, we might have another little princess to play with. One who aches for two gorgeous women to use her just the same way. One who aches for discipline, order, and a delicious set of bruises. One who wants us to do everything but rape her.

Or does she?

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Pretty Little Victim

Sometimes the sweep of her neckline is too tempting and all I want is to take a handful of her hair, pull it back, and bite her until she squirms and I know there will be a painful mark left.

Sometimes she’ll twist just the right way and a bruise on her side will show and I want to kiss it and wrap her in my arms.

As much as I love hurting her, and as much as she loves to hurt for me I still feel a raise in the staccato of my heartbeat when I see fading bruises marring her lovely white skin.

It makes me want to wave a magic wand and make them disappear.

It makes me want to bend her over, push my strap-on into her soaked cunt, ball my fist up, and give her more.

The warring sides of my nature play havoc with me sometimes. As much as I don’t want her pain to excite me it frequently floods me with an excessive amount of heat and liquid desire to the point that all I want to do is hit her harder.

Ask for more.

Beg me, slut.

Wanting her to beg me for stripes across her ass, bruises on her face, and the feeling of my fist on her back ignites fire in me.

She loves my fire. While I know deep down that it is slowly burning me. It’s kindling now, simmering, festering inside waiting for me to be in the right place at the right time with her.

Tied Spread Helpless

My Pretty Little Victim

She wants it. I need it. She needs it. I want it.

After, I’ll curl her up into a ball next to my chest and run my hands over her bruises while I taste her tears.

And those too, will excite me, as I kiss them tenderly away.

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But Mommy

Her face looks so cute when she’s begging for my attention. Her bottom lip just out just so and I know she won’t stop begging, after all, that’s what little girls do.

I lay on my left side and she slides close, her arms wrapping around my back and her legs slipping past the end of my toes. Her head settles into the crook of my left elbow and I lift my head slightly as the cloud of her blonde hair settles into place.

Her fingers find my breast and her lips latch on quickly. The first pull on my nipple shakes my milk and she gets a quick burst of the sweetness into her mouth. She has to have that soft sweet flavor on her tongue before bedtime.

My little girl knows she has to drain both of my full breasts ever night before bed otherwise they’ll be aching and full in the morning. She loves nursing on me...swallowing down every drop of creamy milk she can before she drains me dry.

The comforting sickle on each breast makes us both slippery and needy. She can barely finish a feeding before her fingers are in her little princess parts...teasing them just the way Mommy taught her to. She loves being my good girl.

-R

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sweetdangerouslycandy

“Hey there let me just grab you by the neck for a little and let you feel dizzy~”

Satanic Mistress Mommy

(analovelis)

@seidr-bound

skin so sweet wanna take a bite only you can satisfy my appetite freel your breath deep inside i love the way you slip and slide lips like peaches your champagne washing over me like warm and soft rain i think i'm slippin away

i get wet when you kiss me you're holding me down i get wet like an ocean don't let me down i get wet in a sea of trust diving into dangerous let's get wet - let's get wet

i will come when you call you don't even now how far i'd fall sink into the deepest blue hold my breath just to be with you we don't have to keep it hidden i love it that your fruits vorbidden i think i'm slippin away

i get wet when you kiss me you're holding me down i get wet like an ocean don't let me down i get wet in a sea of trust diving into dangerous let's get wet - let's get wet

oh i'm melting into you floating into what you do i just wanna drink you up

ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh i wann crawl up inside you where it's warm wrap myself around you protect you

i get wet when you kiss me you're holding me down i get wet like an ocean don't let me down i get wet in a sea of trust diving into dangerous let's get wet - let's get wet

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Knees are overrated. Instead of kneeling when I get home just bend over, it's not your face I feel like using most anyway.

Rachel @seidr-bound

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fallennaughtygirl

Yes please

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beatnikdaddio

admiring the stockings. 1940’s.

romanimp

#[40S COMMERCIAL ANNOUNCER VOICE] WHAT’S BETTER THAN THIS? GALS BEING PALS

edteachs-adhd-spiral

Fun fact: Though being gay in the 40s sucked, being gay in the military was easier, and pretty common. There were apparently, at one point in time time so many lesbians in the military that when they tried to crack down on it, the girls wrote back and said “Look I can give you the names, but you’ll lose some of your best officers, and half your nurses and secretaries.” And they pretty much shut up about it unless you were especially bad at subtlety. (Source: Odd Girls and Twilight Lovers. A good source for gay history from 1900s onwards.)

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Sergeant Phelps worked for General Eisenhower. Four decades after Eisenhower had defeated the Axis powers, Phelps recalled an extraordinary event. One day the general told her, “I’m giving you an order to ferret those lesbians out.’ We’re going to get rid of them.”

“I looked at him and then I looked at his secretary. who was standing next to me, and I said, ‘Well, sir, if the general pleases, sir, I’ll be happy to do this investigation for you. But you have to know that the first name on the list will be mine.’

“And he kind of was taken aback a bit. And then this woman standing next to me said, ‘Sir, if the general pleases, you must be aware that Sergeant Phelps’s name may be second, but mine will be first.’

“Then I looked at him, and I said, ‘Sir, you’re right. They’re lesbians in the WAC battalion. And if the general is prepared to replace all the file clerks, all the section commanders, all of the drivers—every woman in the WAC detachment—and there were about nine hundred and eighty something of us—then I’ll be happy to make the list. But I think the general should be aware that among those women are the most highly decorated women in the war. There have been no cases of illegal pregnancies. There have been no cases of AWOL. There have been no cases of misconduct. And as a matter of fact, every six months since we’ve been here, sir, the general has awarded us a commendation for meritorious service.’

“And he said, ‘Forget the order.’

- The Gay Metropolis: The Landmark History of Gay Life in America