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3 months ago. July 26, 2024 at 2:41 AM

You stand before me as I sit on the edge of the couch with a mix of fear and anticipation in your eyes. I see your fingers trembling and your cheeks flushing. You look at my eyes and see the raw passion and desire in them. You sense the lust and the love rushing through me, in the raggedness of my breathing and the way my gaze washes over every inch of your body until I reach your eyes.

You see black pools that burn like fire…one you know you started but don’t know if you can stop….or if you want to. You see the hunger in my eyes, wanting to devour you completely.

I hold out my hand to you, and you hesitate before you step timidly forward. You expected to be mauled, but my gentleness surprises you. I hold you before me and you feel my hands gently touching your clothes, tracing the lines of your breasts through the fabric. You weren’t expecting me. Dressed only in a t-shirt and panties, your hair all mussed up and glorious. You always failed to understand that you attracted me whether you were dolled up or if it was laundry day.

Your breath catches as my fingers run over your breastbone, up to your neck. Suddenly I grab your throat and tell you to be still. You hear a flicking sound, and the sound of metal on metal. “Do you trust Daddy?” You nod. Without hesitation. The back of the blade slides up your shirt, pointed away from you and the tip slides under your collar. Slowly I pull your collar away from your body, and my other hand grabs your collar in a bunch. I tug the knife away from you in my direction slicing through your collar. I close the blade one handed and toss the knife aside as I look at the tear I’ve made near the top of your shirt.

My hands slide up….cupping your breasts through your shirt for a moment...then take your torn collar in my hand and rip downwards….slowly. You can tell I’m savoring the slow rip of cloth as it extends down to in between your cleavage to your navel. I slowly slide the cloth aside, baring your breasts to the air. You hear me growl and you look down seeing the intense look in my eyes. A moment of fear takes you until you feel the gentleness of my touch again as I gently run my hands up your forearms, over your shoulders.

You feel exposed and you sense my hunger. You see the way my tongue moistens my lips as I gaze over your breasts, the way my eyes grow brighter. I pull you until your standing between my thighs, until your shins are almost pressed against the sofa. I reach up and run my fingers gently over your chest up and down, then across your back. I lean forward and you feel my warm breath against your stomach as I press my cheek against your flesh and inhale, taking in your scent. You move to take your hands and cradle my head but your hear a harsh guttural growl and stop, dropping your hands against your side again.

My hands press the back of your thighs, sliding up your ass to the top of your panties. I slide them down to your ankles, my fingers tapping your feet once signaling your to step out of them. I place one hand against the small of your back while my other hand cups the mound of your pussy, and press down gently, heel against your pubic bone, fingers massaging your swollen wet pussy lips while I gently pull you towards me with my other hand.

My face still pressed against you, you hear me inhale sharply taking in your scent as your wetness spreads onto my fingers. “Mine” and with that I slide three fingers into you, rocking you with a steady rhythm. My hand on the small of your back slides down and cups one of your ass cheeks and squeezes hard. The fingers inside your pussy curl towards your pubic bone, searching for that special spot deep inside you, my thumb sliding up and over your clit, rubbing across it as my fingers grind inside you.

You feel your face flushing as you stand there, and the warmth spreading through your pelvis as the intensity builds inside you.

“Da—daddy...may I...c...cum for you? P-please? It’s so close….”

I look up at you, staring you in the eye, and you know better than to look away first. Your hips start to tremble, bucking a little involuntarily towards my hand even though you know better, knowing my expectation is for you to stay still. You don’t know how much longer you can hold back but you know if you let go without my command, discipline awaits you.

The look in my eye, while dark and primal, also seems to be measuring. You know I’m paying attention to every cue you reveal, every twitch, every curve of your lips, the slightest parting as you attempt to suppress the escaping soft moans. The involuntary bucks of your hips, your thighs clenching as you fight the attempt to close them and envelope my hand into your crotch.

“Cum for me Babygirl”

You feel the torrent of pleasure racing through your nerves as my hands tighten on you, my fingers rubbing intensely against your clit and your g-spot, and you spasm and shake as you cry out “I’m cumming for you Daddy….I’m cumming for you!” I rub faster and faster, increasing the intensity while you cum, not slowing it down until you start to feel the throbbing and pulsating slow, as do my motions.

You feel me withdraw my fingers, but you obediently stay in the same position as I slide my hands down the backs of your thighs, leaning forward and down while my tongue slides over your pussy, splayed flat, enveloping it with my length as you feel my nose against your pubic bone, the flat of my tongue against your clit. I slowly drag my nails up the backs of your thighs and as I do I also slide my tongue up, matching the motion as the flat of my tongue laps up all your wetness, until my hands reach your ass cheeks and squeeze hard. At the same time the tip of my tongue reaches your clit and gives it one last flick as I pull my mouth away.

You hear my growl of satisfaction as I relish in your taste, but my hands continue to slide up your back, under your shirt until my fingers barely reach the tops of your shoulders. I apply pressure, pushing down and you kneel before me. You look up and meet my fiery gaze. I say nothing for a moment, just staring at your with intensity before I ask “Why are you here?”

The response is immediate as you know my expectations of you so you recite your mantra from rote. “To satisfy all of Daddy’s needs, focus on making him happy and pleasing him above all other concerns including my own pleasure and happiness and trusting in Daddy to make sure he will satisfy mine. I am his baby girl, cum slut and fuck hole and I belong to him to be used as he sees fit. When we are together Daddy and his cock are the center of my world”

Looking into my eyes as you say this you see them widen in intensity and you see the corner of my lips curl up just a bit. Then I lean back in my seat. “Take out Daddy’s cock”. Your hands immediately go to my waist and undo my belt, open the button on my jeans and slide down my zipper. I raise myself on the seat just a bit so you can slide off my pants and cast them aside. I reach down and say “Open”.

As you comply by opening your mouth wide I take your head in my hands combing your hair back with my fingers as my palms rest on the side of your head. I pull your mouth onto my cock, slowly, sliding it into your mouth and towards your throat until your nose is pressed against my skin. I guide your head up and down my shaft, making you take me in all the way, holding you down for a bit longer each time you come down.

You begin to gag and choke each time I hold you down and you can feel the drool dripping down your chin and between your tits. “Finger your clit babygirl while I fuck your mouth” You slide your fingers between your thighs and begin to rub yourself, pleasing yourself while I fuck your mouth in earnest.

Finally I push your head down, holding it for a moment, and take my hands off. I look down at you. “Show me how much you live to please me” You immediately push yourself down to the root, grinding your face into my groin but no letting up even as you begin to gag and choke, drool dripping down your chin and onto my balls, blinking back the tears but refusing to let yourself disappoint me. With every choke and sputter you push down that much harder until you feel my grab a handful of hair on the back of you head and pull you up, a long string of spit hanging between your mouth and the head of my cock. All the while your fingers stroke your clit harder and harder.

My hand caresses your cheek, and tucks under your chin as you catch your breath looking up at me. “You’re such a good girl. Are you ready to cum?”

“Yes Daddy please...please it’s so close” “Cum for me babygirl”. You rub your clit frantically as I stroke your hair “I’m cumming Daddy...I’m cumming for you” and with that you moan, shudder and shake as you find your release.

I immediately put my hands on your shoulders as the throbbing passes and guide you to your feet. I grabs your hips and guide you into position to straddle me. I position you over my cock, my head rubbing past your lips right against the tight entrance of your pussy. “Do you want your reward for being a good girl?”

“Yes Daddy”

“Tell daddy what you want”

“I want your cock to fill me up with your cum”

You feel my hands push down on your shoulders hard, my cock shoving it’s way into your tight hole until it’s all the way in. “Show daddy how much you want him”

With me hands on your hips you being to ride me, fucking me hard, grinding against me with each downward stroke. You hear the grunts and growls of pleasure from me as you move up and down along my cock.

Your torn shirt hangs off you exposing your tits as they spill out the front and my hands grab eagerly at them, cupping them as I take your nipples in between my thumb and index finger and squeeze and roll them, pushing them against your chest so they get squeezed with each downward thrust.

Then you feel my hand slide between us and my thumb starts rubbing your clit.

“Who’s pussy is it?”

“Daddy’s pussy” you cry out as you feel the pressure of cumming building again as my cock slides in and out you, emanating out from your clit into your pelvis.

“Fuck me daddy….fuck me daddy...fuck me daddy” You say again and again like a mantra.

“Are you going to cum on my cock like a little cumslut? Are you going to cum again for Daddy?”

“Yes….yes yes may I cum on your cock Daddy?”

I rub your clit harder while you ride. “Cum for me”

With that you cry out and release what you’ve been holding back “I’m cumming for your Daddy…..I’m cumming on your cock”

And with that statement your feel my cock throb and pulse, as I growl and my thumb rubs your clit hard. Suddenly your hear me growl and roar as I sit up and pull you down on me while one hand snakes up and grabs a fistful of hair, jerking your neck back exposing your throat.

I bite down, just hard enough top hurt but not hard enough to break the skin and you feel me erupt into you, warm and wet and filling. My mouth comes up and I growl “MINE” as I thrust up and empty myself into you.

Sated, we collapse into a tangle of limbs on the sofa you still on top of me and I adjust, wrapping you up in my arms and legs and holding you close to me, head on my chest and I stroke your hair and hold you tight. After a few moments I make some space so you can look up at me and you see my smile.

“You were such a good girl. You deserve a treat. Ice cream and Disney?”

9 months ago. February 15, 2024 at 3:57 AM

I pride myself on being self-sufficient.  I'm confident in myself and I know what I can and can't do.  I've survived the lowest of lows and come through it on my own.  I know I can handle what life throws my way and make it.  Having said that I'm not so prideful I can't ask for help when I don't know how to do something and I'm wise enough to try and learn when someone does help me.  

 

At the end of the day though being a successful Dom means acknowledging why you are a Dom.  Acknowledging that insecurity that drives you to crave the validation a partner's submission gives me.  The fact that someone has made the choice to let me indulge in what I enjoy makes me feel alive. The fact that I'm able to let loose and fulfill these urges because I've earned their trust is so gratifying.  

 

It makes me wonder though....if that's what gives me validation where does it stem from.  The traumas of my youth?  The fallout of choices I've made?  The way I've been treated or treated others in past relationships?  TV influence? 

 

More importantly, it begs a key question:  Does that make my confidence a facade?  And if so what does that say about me?  Don't get me wrong....I like me and I like who I am.  I'm just indulging in a little bit of introspection I suppose.

 

2 years ago. May 19, 2022 at 3:36 PM

I look within myself and wonder why I am.  Am I a product of my own choices or on some misguided path I've been set upon for the humor of some deity with a sense of boredom? 


You look into my soul and see a roiling sea of emotion, an ocean of me that could drown you with its tempestuous intensity, but the reality is it could also be an ensconcing cocoon of safety if you would let it.


I know my mind is a strange place. It’s a midnight stroll through a forest, a barren wasteland filled with rocky crags.  A carnival fun-house...unpredictable and sometimes a little twisted.  It can be frightening what can happen there out of the blue, but most of the time it’s a lot quieter and more peaceful than most places.


I want to hold your soul in my hands, not just your flesh.  There are times I want to possess your body, ravage and defile it in ways that society would call deviant and immoral.  However, in my own way, I’m showing you that you are a goddess whose body is a temple where I can worship and pay homage, a place where I can show you without words what you mean to me, a place not just of divine pleasure, but of sinful delight.  


I've been on the road of self-improvement, and I like who I've become....now I want to walk that road with you.  Longing and loneliness have been roommates in my heart for too long…time for an eviction notice.


You are beautiful but, in the end, I don't care what you look like.  It’s irrelevant.  It’s your soul I want.  You intrigue me, interest me, entice, arouse and excite me.  With you, I could debate social morality vs individual morality one moment, then make crass, low-brow jokes the next.  I could spend the day binding you and be debasing you, a day filled with abuse and pain.  An outsider looking in could almost believe I must hate you.  Until I release you, showing my appreciation for what you gave of yourself by tenderly loving and caressing you.


With you, I could go to a quiet romantic dinner at a small restaurant, and enjoy some drinks, hand holding, soft kisses, and cuddles.  Then throw you down on the bed when we got home and tear off your clothes and ravage your body like an animal pulling your hair, mauling at your flesh, leaving marks with both teeth and fingers.  I would mount you and take you, plowing into you with an animal passion that would leave you quivering. My hand on your throat as I growled “MINE” in your ear as I emptied myself into you.


I'm a bit of everything, or maybe a whole lot of nothing...that is for you to decide.  However, at the end of the day I know with you I could experience a time that was deceptively quiet, that was humble in its appearance yet more than a little wicked beneath the surface. 


Yet there would always be trust, freedom, and security…the safety of closeness, yet nothing to restrict how far you could stretch your angel wings or grow your devil horns as you would never be judged, yet always supported.  Your spirit would never be caged or pinned down.  I’d do my best to put the whole wide world at your feet, to be explored as little or as much as you want.  Isolated if you wish, but never alone.


I would be by your side, never in front or behind.  I’d try to help you discover the good things within you, and explore that which you fear without recrimination, consequence, or judgment from me while we delight in the wicked temptations and find solace in the purity of what we share.


In my heart, the life I wish for us would be best described as a pair of angels walking the devil’s path.


Be my angel and my devil…walk both sides of the road with me.