Me and M have just returned from a week long spontaneous trip to visit my sister. It was a glorious trip to take in this warm late summer. She lives in a valley surrounded by lakes and rivers and beautiful hiking trails. I love driving with my Daddy for many reasons. We've already spent a lot of time on the road together, and we're both very easy-going and open to spontaneous adventures. It's the best. He often plays with my tits while he drives, which pleases me GREATLY.
We had to spend the first night in a hotel, as my sister was dead to the world when we got to her place late at night/early morning. We woke up in a leisurely way, and lay in each other's arms, until M instructed me to service his cock. He had me lick and kiss it slowly and sensuously, which I did until he rewarded me with his load down my throat. He had only been home for a couple nights at this point, after a long time away for work - and our dynamic is still so new, so I am still very much in training. I love to have him instruct me on how to pleasure him. It's sometimes challenging, which I enjoy, along with knowing exactly how to please him.
That afternoon we went looking for a beach off the beaten path down by the river, but due to bad instructions, instead found ourselves scrambling up a short but very steep, dry rocky trail. Grasshoppers clicked and buzzed past us, and we were graced by the warm afternoon sun on our skin. We climbed up to a stunning vista overlooking a river canyon and the surrounding hills. M pushed me out of my comfort zone a bit (I was very willing) to take some photos of me, my back to the view, and as he did so his dick got hard. I put it in my mouth and sucked on it for a bit. He let me, and took a little video of me. It was fun to do while being so high up in the air - exhilarated from that, and full of endorphins from the hike.
I made dinner for everyone that night. Daddy helped a little but left me with most of it, which I like because it reinforces my role. I never knew I'd enjoy being a domestic slave so much...because left to my own devices, I do the bare minimum and am totally fine with it, haha. He also had me bring all our stuff in from the car while he lounged in the grass. I encourage him to be this way - it's not in his nature, but I love the dynamic of it. Like he is royalty and I'm his servant.
The next morning, I was instructed to wake up early to make coffee and breakfast for us. My sister left for work early, and M had me suck his cock slowly for a while before climbing up on him and sitting on it. He fucked me and quickly came inside me as I rode him. It was super hot and satisfying to be used like this by him. Daddy also made sure I did my workout, and afterwards had me give him some care. He had me rub lotion into his taint and balls, and massage his prostate and balls with long strokes. From asshole to lower balls. It felt so erotic. It felt like something you would only be comfortable asking someone of lower status to do, you know? It made my pussy VERY wet. After doing that for a while, He let me suck his dick - slowly again - until he had enough.
We successfully found the hidden river beach that afternoon and spent a very pleasant time - me searching for cool rocks and Daddy chiseling stuff. Before we left he pulled down my shorts and stuffed his cock in my ass after lubing it up with spit. He fucked it good for a while, holding my long hair back at first, and then making me bend over into a forward fold. His hands on my hips...pulling me into him. "You're my fucking little whore", he said. Then as suddenly as he started, he pulled out and went to wash his dick in the river. I love him using my ass like that - it's something that pre-D/s, he'd have asked permission to do.
That night, shenanigans ensued, and my sister ended up a wee bit too liquored, so before we went to bed M instructed me to wake up early to take care of her with water, coffee, and breakfast.
I should mention at this point that I was feeling a little bit discombobulated for various reasons. The dynamic being new, and being around close family and having to be covert about it, was disorienting. Especially since I was with a sister I'm used to being pretty dominant with. There was other personal stuff going on as well, that made this trip feel significant - I was processing a lot. I'd be interested in hearing of anyone else's experiences about being in a D/s dynamic covertly around family/friends, especially at first! Like, VERY interested, so please don't be shy!
So, that morning after my sister was fed and coffee'd and out to work, M had me provide care to his genitals again. This time I again lotioned up his taint, massaging it and his balls, but this time he had me concentrate on his asshole more. I rubbed my lotioned-up fingers on it, up and down, and massaged it. I was again very turned on by doing this...I'm getting wet just writing about it to be honest. The session ended with more oral training for me.
The next day, after my work out, M had a shower with me. I happen to shave every time I shower, and I have a habit of putting my razor under the stream over M's head when he's there. He's never said anything about it before, and I genuinely didn't notice, lol - I can be a little unaware sometimes. so this time he mentioned that I was doing it and told me to please stop. I agreed but said something sassy, and in reply he slapped each nipple with the back of his hand a few times - enough for me to yelp and turn slightly away from the sting - and then he quickly lubed up his cock with the use of my throat, and started to push it in my asshole. I squirmed a bit, and he pushed my head against the wall and said "take it" - before pushing it the rest of the way. "Tell me you'll stop putting your razor over my head", he growled as he fucked my ass hard.
"I'll stop!" I said - I was completely mesmerized, caught off guard, chastened and aroused. He didn't fuck it for long, just enough to make a point.
That afternoon we adventured out to a lake. It was a little chilly, with a hint of ice on the breeze. It was already my plan to swim, but Daddy made me stay in the cold water until he'd decided it was enough, since I'd been a bit naughty. On the way home there was a mishap, and some poor judgement on my part, which had M lecturing me and me feeling sulky and defensive. The result was I needed a punishment. We had a limited amount of time before my sister came home, but Daddy took me over his knee and spanked me, and then made me kneel in front of him with my arms stretched out in front of me on the floor and my head on the ground, and tell him what I had done to deserve being punished. He then sent me to work on a draft of this blog post.
After some quiet time had passed in this way, and my sister hadn't yet returned from work, Daddy called me into the bathroom and locked the door. He had me on my knees, sucking his cock for a while, before pushing me on my back onto the floor, in the corner beside the shower tub. He turned the water on, and some of it sprayed me as he fucked me. Leaning down towards me, he spit right on my open mouth. I felt like such a whore.
The next day we went on a glorious adventure into the country, and climbed up a steep rocky ravine onto giant sand dunes. That evening, my sister and I embarked on a magical mushroom journey, which broke me open into a very soft, very vulnerable being. There were many poignant things going on for me this trip. It was in this soft state, after coming down somewhat from the mushrooms, that I went to M and requested affection. He held me and caressed me and fucked me so thoroughly - being extra quiet so as not to alert my sister trying to sleep in the next room. The way his hands caressed and held me so masterfully made me feel so claimed, and I sunk into the safety and erotism of it. I felt my body responding and my pussy hugging his cock and making it all slick. I felt his love and his ownership and surrendered to it, and the charge between us was just incredible. Does anyone know what I mean?? Especially those of you who, like me, have experienced abuse and have to work a lot on opening up to love again. Anyway - it was beautiful and hot as fuck.
The next day was another adventure out into the country, this time to go rock hounding. It was a great day spent chiseling crystals out of rock and finding chunks of selenite in the dirt. My sister and her friend (who was our guide for the day), at one point went off by themselves. Daddy took this opportunity to pull my shorts down, bend me over and fuck me, calling me a good little whore. It was one of those times where it really hit home how I'd agreed to be sexually available for use at all times. Not that I'd want to say no, but I just realized that even if I did, it was my job to submit to my Daddy's desires. An extremely satisfactory thought. Mmm.
The next day was our departure, and our morning was spent packing up and cleaning. I was feeling prickly and feisty, and I gave M some attitude. Our dynamic had naturally softened on the trip as we were spending so much of our time concealing it, and I think I was afraid that our dynamic would always have watery boundaries. I couldn't articulate that at the time though - and it manifested in my attitude. I'm not proud of it. M punished me on our drive back by making me hold my pee until I was extremely uncomfortable. It definitely did the trick of subduing and chastening me, although every time he dominates me I can't help but feel turned on by it. It's something that makes M feel that his punishments aren't effective, since I clearly enjoy them on some level. I feel a lot of things when I get punished though! It's erotic and satisfying as hell to be genuinely dominated by the man I'm in love with. Yet it's also scary, feels terrible to disappoint him, and humiliating. It wakes me all the way up - all of my cells buzz with energy and I become hyper alert and aware of him. And I DO enjoy that thrill. I would be really interested to hear what more experienced folks have to say around this subject of punishment.
Anyway, I digressed; back to the trip. It was, after my initial punishment, a beautiful drive. We were having a lovely time, until that evening. This is something that hurts to admit, because I really fucked up. We started debating on a feminist topic, and I was triggered more than I realized. I cut M off, refused to hear what he'd been about to say, and was rude about it. In response, M said some hurtful things - and I lost my temper and screamed at him. While he was driving. Putting us both in danger. It was bad...I was scary. We rode the rest of the way mostly in silence...with some attempts on my part to apologize and repair...but it was too big of an incident to be able to repair right away.
I am VERY grateful to say that M decided to work through it with me - I'm writing about this a week after the fact. But it was scary for a while. I know that some people wouldn't have been able to forgive that, or wanted to continue in a relationship with me - with it being so clear that I obviously have some anger issues I need to deal with.
So, there we are. Thus concludes my experience of our trip.
I'll write again soon.
Thanks for reading.
