Name' sake

I didn't know at the time, that was a thing - there was a name for it.

I only knew to try and manipulate the situation more to my liking - Fulfill my desires. "Do this - oh no, dont do that", etc. "Your doing it again", she said. "What Mistress?" "Topping from the bottom".  ??

To my knowledge,  there is no handbook "etiquette for mindset - while your tied up and being beat - for dummies" lol. Maybe there should be? (Reference to the series, not the person)

I must admit, I dont fully understand some dynamics of being submissive. I myself, by my nature, am dominant. I do know, however, what it is like to be submissive to someone, to feel submissive. One aspect I do not understand is, how submissive? 

Suppose the one dominating has a fetish for making his/her sub bark like a dog? All the time, bark like a dog. Would it/could it be fulfilling just knowing you are granting the wishes of your Dom/Domme? Or would a scenario like that leave you yourself wanting for something else? Is it established in advance what the submissive wants? Particulars I mean - Or is a good chemistry and just being submissive enough?

At what point do you say, "ya know, this isnt really what I want".?

I suppose in a perfect world, what the Dom/Domme prefers doing, matches what the sub likes having done to them.

Thoughts? Comments?

Princess was topping from the bottom when she bit Daddy's leg. A gauge if you will, a silent language between them - he understood - she needed more . . . 

He had been very busy these past couple weeks and she had desires building. 

She was a vision of pure beauty, looking up at him, her eyes, sparkling with tears, love, lust, . . . . mischief . . . . 

For a moment his mind struggled with the balance as he stood there in front of her, admiring. But his own lust quickly tipped the scales.

"Are you Daddy's good girl?" He asked, looking down at her. "Yes Daddy" she smiled through the tears.

He leaned down and kissed her lovingly, paused for a moment, then smoothly removed her sundress as he stood back up,  - leaving her exposed, presented before him, fully naked at his feet.

What a sight - what a beautiful sight.

She sat back and covered her self with her arms folded in front of her - withdrawing - denying him. He lifted her chin with a finger and gave her a raised eyebrow, disapproving look -  "is that how we present ourselves baby girl?" He asked accusingly. Without a word she got into the position she had been trained to be in - up on her knees, back straight, shoulders square, hands behind her back.

"Good girl" he praised.

He knelt down, kissed her cheek,  her neck - nestled in her hair - god he wanted her!

From her perfect breasts, he let his hand glide lightly down her soft, warm body - his ear close to her mouth, listening as he made his way down . . .  she closed her eyes and a slight moan escaped her lips when he got close.

Daddy liked that.

"Sshhh" he whispered softly in her ear. 

He stood up, stepped behind her and knelt down again, tight up against her. He kissed  her neck, caressed her, every inch of her. He pushed himself  against her, making her offer her breasts to him,  his fingers tumbled across her hard nipples - Her breath caught every time. Her thighs began to quiver, she let out another soft moan. Trying to remain still for him, his touch was driving her deeper. She longed for his touch down there, her mind and body begging for it - but he refused - he knew.

Her hands reassured him - her submission to his control,  as he pressed it against her, she could feel his intense desire, the heat, he was so hard. It gave her great satisfaction knowing it was for her, because of her.

He began a rhythm, pushing against her, his cock ached, sliding through her hands, the head brushing between her legs as he pushed in, she held firmly to his shaft as he pulled back - their bodies getting lost in a rhythm. He had one arm around her,  holding her throat, her head back against him, his breath hot on her neck - his other hand firmly admiring his work on her bottom, he felt the hot welts from his strap . . . He grabbed her hard, squeezing - she moaned, pushing back against him - he grabbed her again, harder, she moaned louder -  they were  . . . 

In heat . . .

Primal . . . 

"Not yet!", . . . .

He released her and  stood up . . . 

. . . . She clutched his inner thigh, digging her fingernails in as the strap landed hard against her upraised behind a fourth time, her sundress offering no protection. "I will remember daddy!" She squirmed against his firm grip on her. "You have to learn princess!" Another succession of hard blows  - her bottom now hot with welts. "I promise daddy! Ow!" She begged. She reached between his legs,  struggling to get away, hoping to make him stop. Her hand found her target, his swollen member, she squeezed as hard as she could. 

It seemed to drive him on as he beat her behind even harder, faster. The rhythm of her body shaking - her hand clutching him, almost stroking him.

"It wont - ow! happen again - ow! daddy! I promise" - she bit his shin.

The sudden sharp pain in his leg broke his stride - he dropped the leather strap and pulled her head back by her hair - "if you ever!" He threatened, her hand still clutching him tight. She whimpered. She knew she made things worse for herself now.

He stood up out from under her and at the same time bent her over the side of the bed. "Nnoo daddy, im sorry, nnooo"

"HUSH!" he barked. She went silent.

"Daddy has to teach princess to follow rules!" He lectured as he pulled his jeans off. He felt instant relief letting his manhood be fully unrestrained - fully erect.- he stroked himself, slowly, admiring his prey. He half knelt on the bed beside her and lifted her head. He kissed her aggressively while pulling up her sundress. "It wont happen again daddy" she whispered. His tongue reminded her to be quiet. He ran his hand gently over her hot behind, still kissing her, still hold her by the hair. His fingers found their way between her legs - just as hot. - he pulled her head back harder as he slid into her - she moaned aloud.

He leaned close to her, beside her ear - "spred your legs" he whispered. She did as she was told. He continued to kiss her as he very slowly played in and out, enjoying what he had caused.

"Dont . . . move" he whispered again, picking up the strap as he stood up. His cock now throbbing.

She gripped the bedsheets and held her breath -  he stood silently behind her.

The sharp burn caused her entire body to quiver as the strap firmly found its mark. He whipped her behind over and over, pausing periodically to tease the wet between her legs. She leaned back for him, like a good girl - she was burning up - her begging became begging.

He threw the strap on the bed and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her down - to her knees in front of him - his cock, extremely hard, hung directly in her face. "Look what you did princess!" "Look at this!" He held it up, showing her. "Im sorry daddy" she cried, looking up at him -  rubbing her sore behind. . . 

To be continued . . . . 

Cumming soon

Its a struggle, isnt it? 

The sides of the mind I mean.

You so desperately yearn for the punishment that you know is coming - your aroused, your heart is pounding, you imagine the sensations coming your way. Your sex heats up. . . .

And yet . . . . 

You must maintain the other side of the equation.

You need to feel a level of fear, remorse even - you have disobeyed and now require punishment. You have disappointed.

If you are only aroused, it just isnt the same thing - if you are only afraid, well . . . Theres no sex in violence.

Likewise, the same applies for the disciplinarian.

The hunger builds, you've got your excuse. You visualize swift dominion over your prey. The sounds  made from your implements, thier sounds made from your implements . . . your breath becomes rapid and shallow, you must focus to slow down your desire for release.. . . . To savor . . . 

And yet . . . . . 

You must also feel the loving responsibility of teaching, of training. 

Your not supposed to get sexual gratification out of hurting someone . . 

. . . . . . . .  Are you?

Princess and her daddy knew the balance well, there had been many occasions over the past six years they have been together.

**

Her foot shook rapidly side to side as she sat cross legged,  patiently waiting, on the edge of her bed. She was very aware she was not wearing any panties. She felt exposed, violated somehow. "How could I have forgot", she thought to herself. Her mind wrestled with the idea . . . Was it intentional?

Princess knew when daddy said "go to your room" in that tone, she was in trouble. She could already feel the heat building down there.

"Did she hide it again?", he wondered as he searched a second time through  the drawer it was usually in. He had to pause and take a deep breath, slow himself down. His eyes slowly swept the room, . . .  out towards the kitchen - "last time", he thought  . . . "I found it in the" . . . He opened the coat closet door, and without even looking reached his hand down around the front corner. "Found it sweetheart" he said to himself,  grinning with satisfaction.

Daddy knew the wait time was crucial to the punishment. He had let her think about what she had done for the usual half hour, give or take. Too soon and the anticipation hasn't had enough time to build - too long and it begins to build frustration.

Princess was startled when the bedroom door suddenly swung open, lost in thought she didnt hear him coming this time.

He stood in the doorway for a moment, taking in the scene.

She un-crossed her legs, sat up straight and placed her hands on the bed. Her breath caught and she felt a hot rush when she saw the leather strap in his hand.

"It was an accident daddy" she explained, as he sat down beside her. She knew the sting of that strap very well.

"Sshhh" he comforted her, brushing her hair back.

"You know daddy loves you?" "Yes daddy", she replied with trepidation.

He leaned in and kissed her -  his hand running up her thigh. Her legs parted, welcoming his touch, Her breath was hot. She let out a soft moan as he felt the heat between her legs - Himself pushing hard against his jeans, - maybe a half hour was too long. . . . 

"We have rules for a reason baby girl, you know that, right?" "Yes daddy" her voice almost inaudible. He kissed her again and put his arm around her waist, pulling her towards his lap "it was an accident daddy" she resisted him, pleading "Over my knee princess" his voice stern "I will remember next time daddy, I promise" "over my knee!" He pulled harder. . . . . 

No one ever made sleeping look so inviting. She is the quintessential sleeping Beauty. Even the trees are quiet for her.

She is soft, to me - but dont step on her tail. She will fight ferociously to protect what is hers.

Little things, just cuz, make her cry.

She'll never win any awards for it, but loves to sing.

She loves music, and "plays" the guitar. : )

She looks beautiful without make-up, sexy with.

She smells like lilacs on a spring morning after a rain. I lose myself in her hair.

She wears her hair like a gift from the gods - a mane of femininity.

She is true to her sign, which is the perfect match to mine.

She is able to appear graceful while she says "I meant to do that".

She loves to sit on my lap and hug my neck.

She likes to have surprises for me - and gets very excited when I have surprises for her.

She loves decorating for the holidays.

Her birthday is her favorite holiday.

She insists we hold hands everywhere we go, and loves kisses in public.

She see's the world as a wondrous, magical place - with endless possibilities. 

She loves kids as much as I do, and is very good with them.

She wont admit she is afraid during thunder storms.

She loves to draw and color, and is quite good at it.

She is a terrible driver, but somehow always manages to get where she's going, unscathed.

She loves food but cant boil water - (I always tell her its delicious when she tries though)

She plays the part of "daddys little girl" so well, I am almost speechless - and when she puts on her little black dress for a night out, it makes me breathless.

She has a mischievous side, She knows exactly what buttons to push, and when.

She is the definition of feminine, but also has a "freak in the sheets" side to her that has only ever come out for me. (It sometimes scares me - not really ; )).

She can make me hard, even in public, without even trying.

She is my every fantasy.

She never makes me feel jealous or suspicious, she see's me, and only me. Our hearts are one.

She reacts to movies as if they are actually happening. 

She believes in superstitions, and when she wishes upon shooting stars she believes the stars hear her. (They do)

She loves nature and nature loves her.

Her eyes - those eyes!  Windows indeed. The depth of her beautiful eyes, they draw me in - I will never return. I see my universe in her eyes.

If she must shed a tear for loss of love - mother earth herself weeps with her.

She believes twin flames are real, and I am hers and she is mine.

When she says the words "I love you", and she is looking at me - time freezes - never have I heard such a beautiful sound.

A more precious gift I could have never imagined - to give purpose and meaning to my life, the rest of my days. 

This is of whom I seek.

The unrelenting afternoon sun pressed down on him as he nailed the last deck joist in place. "What is it, 110 degrees out here!?" He groaned to himself, and began cleaning up the tools.

The air conditioning gave him a bit of a chill as he dropped himself down in his chair and cracked a beer.

"All done daddy?" She asked from the bedroom, where she was fixing her hair - just so. "Come here princess, give daddy a kiss" he said playfully. She was quickly by his side. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her to him - she pulled back "your all sweaty daddy" princess didnt like it when daddy was sweaty. "Come on baby, give daddy a kiss" he toyed with her, grinning. "Yuck!" She said as she went back to the bedroom. "I love you sweetheart" he said with a chuckle. "I love you too daddy".

After a refreshing shower he put on some music, grabbed another beer, and began figuring out the material list for the rest of the deck. "NOW i'll kiss you" she said happily as she sat on his lap - and the tablet he was writing on. "When can we have a cookout daddy?" She asked as she kissed his cheek, repeatedly. 

"Probably this Saturday pumpkin" he assured her. "I just have to put the deck boards down and finish up the railing".

She had been so excited when he told her he was going to build a deck on the back of the house.

"And I can have as many friends over for the cookout as I want?" She beamed "of course baby" he laughed.

She kissed him hard on the mouth and jumped up, headed to start her list for the cookout.

He loved that about her - such a precious thing.

He went back to his figures. 

After awhile princess came out of the bedroom, stood in the middle of the room and twirled a circle in her new sundress."do you like it daddy?" "You look stunning baby girl!" He said as he put his paperwork aside and sat up.

"Do that again" he motioned a circle with his finger. She twirled and twirled "im gonna wear this at the cookout" she said, pleased with herself, now a bit dizzy. 

"Come here pumpkin" he said with a tone of concern "what daddy?" "Come here" holding his hand out. His smile had faded.

She started towards him, slowly "what is it?" She could tell daddy's mood had just suddenly shifted. She settled herself, standing beside him "what daddy?" "Hush pumpkin" he said, quieting her. He placed his hand gently on her calf and began moving it up the side of her leg. Daddy likes my dress she thought to herself and fought back a grin. He slid his hand up her thigh, slowly,  up to her hip. He suddenly grabbed the side of her panties, pulled them out and let them snap back. It startled her. "Whats wrong daddy" she asked apprehensively. His hand returned to the armrest, his gaze at the floor in front of him. "What were your instructions this morning sweetheart ?" She knew this tone. "Clean my room and water the plants, daddy" "what else princess?" She looked away. "What else?" He prodded. "Think baby". "That's all you said daddy", she began fidgeting with the sash on her dress.

"Do you remember when I asked you yesterday to wear your blue dress for me, and you said you "forgot"", he could tell by her expression she now knew what she had done wrong. "And as a punishment " he went on . . . 

"Yes daddy" she said softly, remembering. "No panties for one full day" he recited slowly. "Yes daddy" her chin lowered. 

He held his hand out in front of her.

She hesitated - looking at his hand. He motioned "lets go". She reached up under her dress and gently pulled her panties down, slid them off and very delicately placed them in his waiting hand.

He pulled her close by her arm and slowly, softly kissed her lips. "I love you baby girl" he whispered. " I love you too daddy". He kissed her again and released her arm.

"Go to your room!" . . . . . . 

"He's the perfect man" she said "except that damn kink!"

The other day I was talking to a new friend, told her I had a passion for photography - models and fashion specifically.  I was considering getting back into it. She says "ya know, when we 1st met, if you asked me to model for you I would have said hell no!, but now that I know you - sure, i'd model for you, you're a nice guy".

It got me thinking - looking back - I have been with some rather attractive women, but only after they got to know me. Now, im pretty sure you'll never see my face on the cover of GQ, but I wouldnt consider myself ugly either.

In my online search for "her", (on this site and others) - it has been difficult to find someone to even hold a decent conversation with. I read repeatedly about how rude some men are - "insta- Dom" as one person put it - expecting obedience and she doesnt even know you. Profiles that say "if your just looking for gratification, keep moving".

I myself, am polite, respectful, and have a genuine desire to get to know her - I mean, thats what its supposed to be about, right? A connection of the heart, but you both happen to be kinky? ?. (For those not just searching for a playmate)

I dont know, im losing my direction with this rant - I guess what im saying is . . . . How can one find that perfect match, kinky soulmate - in this world of greener grass with a quick click on the "next" botton?