Before We Fall

Well Daddy, it was the most exciting, exhilarating thing I’ve ever done in my life.

Dinner went by uncomfortably and by the time we reached the club the growing tingle between my legs was getting far too much to bare. We’d been dancing hard and I was sweating, the heat of the club was adding to my flushed cheeks.
I was dragged over to a table by my friends, who by the way thought I looked “fresh and alive” as they put it, of course I didn’t tell them the real reason for my… appearance, the test you’d set before me.
So we were all sitting at a table drinking frozen margaritas (not sure if you approve of drinking.)
And you see the fabric of my skirt was rubbing against me sending electric jolts to my core. I couldn’t move, I was terrified that if I got up everyone would see the obvious wetness between my legs. Which I had a feeling had been trickling down me all night.
This was beyond too much, all I could think of was how much a relief it would be to slide my hand down under my skirt and rub myself.
Your commands were running through my mind. “You may touch, but no penetrating.”
“Lightly lick your fingers with a knowing smile. See if anyone notices. ”
I had a lifeline, the power that your command had over me was sure to bring some relief if not to my body then my mind.
So I trailed my hand down, slowly, wary not to catch the eye of any of my friends or the ravenous men who were around the club and who I’d I steered well clear of all evening.
I touched the hem of my skirt masking the hitch up I gave it with a small cough. I almost came apart when I felt the wetness between my legs. I was soaked.
The lack of barrier over my bare and smooth pussy made it easy to run a finger up my trembling opening. I was very sorely mistaken by thinking it would bring me any kind of relief. And that small touch almost undid me. I covered it by squirming in my chair and grabbing my drink quickly to cover my yelp. But I had my prize, one drenched finger that rested on my lap. Seeing my friends were all in conversation I raised my hand to my mouth, hesitating half way by again having the courage to continue because of your words “I’m thinking of you already little one, on my knee, Daddy fondling you.”
I had to do this, to make you proud and be everything you wanted in me.
I closed the distance, my hand against my mouth and you in my mind.
“Gotta be done babygirl, or else…..trouble is coming your way.”
I shoved my finger deep in my mouth slurping it greedily and cleaning it all up knowing just how much you’d enjoy my sweet taste of submission.
By this point I was frantic… bursting at the seams. The thumping that had been growing in my pussy was now roaring through my ears lighting up my body until every part of me was sensitive to the slightest touch. “I can’t make it” was all I could think.
I told my friends I had to get home and ran from the club, almost falling over in the process. I had tunnel vision on getting home where you could give me exactly what I was craving.
My friends followed thinking I was ill, hauling me into the back of a taxi. We were on our way. I was coming home to you Daddy, to get my reward for doing exactly what you’d asked. For going pantieless, for being so turned on but knowing I could go no further than to taste myself from my fingers- until you gave me permission otherwise.
I got home, excusing myself from my friends who I left to chill out in the living room and rushed to my bedroom with my laptop.
I almost whined and stomped my feet when I read you’d gone to bed. I stood up quickly in desperation, illogically thinking if only I could find you. Then I tripped over my own feet tumbling to the floor and bashing my pussy square against my hairdryer which I’d left there.
God, Daddy, I’m so ashamed to admit this but I came apart right there, whimpering your name….Daddy, as the most power release overtook me, waves of incredible heat exploding inside me and leaving me a sorry mess on the floor.
I… am… so…so sorry, Daddy, I’m such an embarrassment. I don’t expect any mercy with my punishment, but please know it really wasn’t by my hands or anyone else’s.

Body and Mind

Ideally look for someone that stimulates your mind. Everything else that comes after will be heightened with that initial connection. By the same token don’t be fooled by pseudo minds either, those that seem to have all the right words. After all they might have just picked up some techniques to win you over (saying what they know you want to hear) without any of the good intentions that comes with a real Dom who will protect you until the ends of the earth whilst taking your body to pieces. It becomes such another world when the mind is involved, subsequently everything else becomes heightened. Surrender is sublime but involves mind, body and soul; its complex. But when it happens… it’s nirvana.

Subs are like Snowflakes

Subs are bit like snowflakes, all with a different uniqueness that separates one from the other. You have to take time to understand them as people first. So many pseudo Doms go in guns ablazing thinking they can overtake with brute strength alone. They aren’t real Doms, a real Dom realizes that the things that shape their subs as people have to be considered in order for a full submission to take place. Both parties must be able to trust each other completely, for a sub to submit entirely. They need to know that you will absolutely protect all aspects of them, their heart, body and mind. The danger of not truly knowing each other means that when you enter the depths of a D/S relationship it requires such a strong game of emotions and feelings that if it were to implode it could have absolutely devastating effects on the psyche and lead to hurt and depression. Always stay, safe, sane and consensual my lovelies.

Sinking Ships

Sometimes no matter how much you love someone they’re in too deep to fix. Like sinking ships, they pull you down to the inky deeps with them. They poison your mind to their darkness and no matter how much you claw and scratch and fight to be free they will always reduce you to their level. Because all they really want is it feed off your happiness. They are emotional vampires draining your joy because they can’t stand to see someone happy and beautiful inside when in them is nothing but rot.