A Dom for subs

journal 10/31/20

It was amazing. Last week I thought was amazing but today blew that away. My Daddy, not my real dad but my Daddy Dom 😄 made me dress as a slutty she devil for Holloween. I don't know how long it's been since I actually put on a costume, that's kids stuff and I am eighteen now in my senior year, I am a woman.  

So there I am in my costume with a special devil tail my Daddy made for me. It supposed to get me ready for things I wanna do later. He said I need to be trained both my body and my mind. I so wanted to be trained for so long. I didn't even know for the longest time. 

We go into the woods in the park near my house where I stay with mom and dad, Daddy calls em rents. Don't get it twisted he said if he had it his way he would inform them of Us and that He would like to meet them. I would die if they found out I was meeting and having sex with such an older man, but just the thought alone makes me super hot.

Daddy's leading me into these woods and we come upon a clearing with several men standing around looking at Us, me really. My pussy gets wet immediately. Is this really happening. Oh how I dreamed of this moment. 

"Is this her?" asked one of the strange men. 

"Dirty slut, cum slut, dirty whore or some other words to those effect is what you call this one. Not her, she, darling, sweety or no shit like that else you'll be jerking out your nut. Understand?" my Daddy says in a commanding voice. And I get wetter. I don't know what made me hotter, Daddy's voice, putting those men in their place or knowing that they will call me all those nasty degrading things. All I know is I collapsed on my knees and crawled over to the man unzipping himself. I couldn't wait to have that cock in my mouth.

"Okay boys, two rules. Nothing goes in her ass and all cum is in her dirty lil pussy." My Daddy says as I get that cock in my mouth.

It smelled funny and tasted gross but I was in heaven.

I sucked all their cocks and stroked the others and got fucked by all of them except Daddy. Their were four men, not one younger than late thirty something. They all cummed in me. I felt every pump of those four cocks shoot into me and I cannot get over it.

I've masterbated like countless times since it happened but it can't even get close to what those cocks felt like. Daddy did all of that for me. I truly feel like his special princess. I'll never leave my Daddy. 

This blog post is going to diverge from the standard content as it will be erotica and not commentary.

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The story begins the morning after girl comes to visit Daddy in Atlanta. They are going to a restaurant for lunch. Last night was fun but girl didn't get all bound up like she did on the night of her first visit. Being bound and used as Daddy's fuck toy was everything girl had imagined and more.

As they leave with girl's leash in Daddy's firm grip her hand reaches up and touches the collar around her throat. Her mind drifts back to the blow bang that Daddy arranged for girl on her second visit. All those hard cocks around her as she knelt on the carpet with a man in each hand one in her mouth and Daddy's hand on the back of her head pressing girl further down on the cock in her throat. She almost gags from recalling the memory.

Her hand instinctively snaps to her lips in reaction to the imagined gag reflex. Daddy turns and ask if girl is alright as he senses her distress. "Yes Daddy, this one is fine" girl says as girl's errant hand snaps behind her back as if it were cuffed behind her.

"We should be at the MARTA station shortly lil one." True to his word, they arrive at the MARTA station in very short order. Some people give odd stares at the two of them as girl is lead on by Daddy with her leash. This only serves to intensify girl's arousal.

By the time they board the train and take their seat she is fully wet, not simply wet but dripping. Some people are cutting looks at them and whispering among themselves probably talking about how much a slut she must be. She feels a tinge of rebellious anger.

She tries to think of something positive and girl's mind goes back to her blow bang. Thinking about it doesn't make her forget about her distain for those judgmental busybodies but it does increase her already overwhelming horniness.

Her hand slides over onto Daddy's lap and feels around for that dick she has come to adore and even worship. Daddy doesn't seem to notice as girl rubs him through his pants.

His cock responds as girl knew it would, as it is her cock and she knows everything about it. Daddy looks down at her with an expression not stern but questioning, as if to ask "Are you sure about what you want?" girl respond by unzipping his pants and putting him in her mouth.

She hears gasp from the other passengers as she strokes Daddy with her lips. His increased hardness makes it difficult as his head now goes down her throat with each stroke. But she pushes harder and faster because she almost physically aches for that warm load in her mouth.

One hand cups his balls while her other hand remains obediently behind her back. She leaves her seat and kneels in front of Daddy so she can get a better angle to blow him from. The other passengers are obviously astir as another girl from a few seats away hollars out. "suck that dick!"

She does just that. The girl sucks on Daddy's cock which is now fully erect and giving her gag reflex hell, but she suppresses it and face fucks her Daddy. The train is slowing to the next station and girl keeps at it as her pussy is drenched in wetness.

Daddy's hand claps the back of girl's head and presses her down onto him as his hot nut shoots down her throat. As his cock pumps nut into girl, her cum squirts out of her. She leaves a puddle on the floor because she had no panties under her small skirt. The train comes to a stop and the doors slide open just as girl carefully tucks and zips away (her) Daddy's cock. 

fin

J.M.Rott

The symbology of the collar is quite simple but is often confused or misrepresented as a means to impose one's will onto another. I have witnessed and have heard reports of this since the earliest days of learning about BDSM. Unscrupulous people who make themselves out to be Dominant have used and contributed to the perversion of the collar's symbology. 

Their are only two rules which govern the collar.

1.) Only a Dominant can place a collar.

2.) Only the submissive who wares the collar may remove it.

At no time is the submissive bound by the collar in such a way that it is in opposition of her will. Their can exist no scenario in which the submissive is prevented from removing the collar.

The only reason the collar exist at all is to symbolize her submission to her Master. The submissive, at all times the collar is worn, is choosing to serve.

A Dom maybe upset by his sub for removing her collar, but this is because she by action is demonstrating her lack of trust. In my view if this occurs it is likely the Dom's fault, because he should have an understanding of her limits.

Having said that I must admit that I have pushed a girl or two into removing her collar. I did this as a teaching moment, to demonstrate to her how she was holding onto concepts or ideas which affected her decisions on a subconscious level.

One of the most difficult task for any Dominant is to lead a submissive down a path of difficulty and pain only to demonstrate that all of the pain and difficulty was purely self imposed. 

The reality is that the collar can not, while used correctly, be used as a tool of abuse. However a good Dom, if he's cleaver and quick can use it as a tool of growth and benefit for the submissive.

A Dominant only exist while there is a girl who calls him Master.

J.M.Rott(Dom)

For this first blog I am going to take the assumption that the audience is a new submissive who has no experience or knowledge of the TPE (Total Power Exchange) dynamic of D/s (Domination/submission) relationship. (Others may read along as well.) The flavor you choose, weather it be Age play, BDSM or some other variation is really arbitrary and has little impact on the basics of what a Dominant should and should not be. 

It is a proverb of BDSM "To be capable of Dominating any submissive one must Dominate self, first." This means to me that as a Dominant I must be in control of my actions and subsequently my words regardless of my emotions or desires. I can not let anger, frustration or any other emotional impetus drive my actions. The things I say or do must be driven by reason and rationally. My words will have meaning and purpose while my actions have intent and direction. Nothing I do is because it what I want to do or because it pleases me. 

This leads to the position of the submissive. While your Dom is driven by objective benefit of the submissive and the relationship, your goal is to seek His/Her pleasures to find the ways in which He/She can/will be pleased. 

It is in this dynamic that the relationship is both symbiotic and achieves balance. Most who view this dynamic externally perceive only imbalance. Those who experience it correctly know the truth of balance. 

In conclusion, if your perspective Dom exhibits self centered perceptions or blames others for failures then you might wish to keep looking. Just because they posses an Alpha personality doesn't make them a capable Dominant.