A Rough Start

This blog is coming as kind of a response to another blog written on the Cage. I had alot to think about and say after reading it. Out of respectful to that Dom and not wanting to hijack his post, I'd like to carry on this discussion over here as well.

I actually came to this life style a virgin myself. But I'd like to think I had a purpose of doing so.

Virginity aside, I wanted a partner that could keep me structured and under control. That and to use me in the way I wanted to be used. But the most appealing thing about this lifestyle is the total transparency and trust found in this kind of relationship. Something that is very much lacking in most vanilla relationships of my generation and I was sick of it. 

Now I won't lie, coming to this site rather young I did Dom hop a bit and run into a few creeps, but that all changed once i found my perfect fit.

Another plus of being so young on this sight and inexperienced was how amazingly well people tended to take me under their wings. And by doing so I discovered alot more about myself and what BDSM was all about.

I don't think that being young and a virgin is a bad thing when it comes to joining this sight. If anything it was the safest place for me to explore BDSM from a distance. 

I don't get how is being virgin and liking BDSM is a bad thing or how it is attracting creeps to the Cage. There are always going to be creeps on any genral sight, Even Facebook. And there are always people on here willing to keep you safe if things get to out of hand. That is one of the many things I love about this communit.

Any way, I do hope that other young people, dispute their sexual experience, continue to join this community. To learn and get to have the joy of exploring their sexuality in the same way as I did.

There I sit, face to the floor. Palms on my lap as I bend.

I start to shiver with anticipation, listening. The soft pads of Daddy's feet hitting the floor as he enters the door way. 

I can feel you pause for a brief moment. A small gasp slips from your lips as you take in the view. Your little one, on all fours.... Collar at your feet... naked before you.

Taking hold of my hair you order me to sit up. Placing your hand on my throat as you reach for the collar.The sounds of the buckle send shivers down my spine. Keeping my eyes closed I savor the leather as it slides over my skint....tightening.

My heart starts to race as I hear the click of the buckle. Getting quickly pulled to my feet. Daddy smacks my ass hard, ordering his little one on to the bed. I grip the bars above my head, leaving myself fully exposed to Daddy's hungry gaze. He quickly devours every inch of my skin. Licking, sucking....biting hard.

My nipples ache and harden as Daddy licks his way down my neck. Growling he greedily sucks my breast, making me beg for more. He latches on to my nipple. Sucking, biting and pulling. Driving me mad as I growl back at him. Raking my nails down his back.

I can feel Daddy's cock throbbing and digging into my side. Parting my legs, Daddy makes quick work, rubbing my already swollen clit. Letting the juices flow down his fingers and my legs.I come to the edge not once but twice! Getting lost on the sea of pleasure, squirming on the bed as you edge me again and again.

I beg him to fuck me, making Daddy smirk as he ask me if I've been a good girl. He flip me over to my belly as I present my ass and pussy, swaying my hips as I slowly drift away. He slap my ass hard, wanting an answer to his question.

I nearly cum just from the impact, moaning uncontrollably. Knowing I've been a bad girl I look back at him sheepishly....no Daddy... I've been a brat. He smack my ass again. And do bad girls get to fuck Daddy?

I start to beg for his cock, making bargains, asking for more punishments later. Daddy let's out a low chuckle, Oh I don't know baby. Maybe I won't fuck you after all....

I start to except defeat, lowering my hips, as I receive a sharp slap to my ass as he grip my hips hard. Sinking his cock deep in my pussy. Did I say you could lay down? I moan as he digs his nails into my hips. No Daddy I'm sorry! He spanks me again, thrusting hard into me. And who does this pussy belong to? You Daddy! Only You!

He bends down and bites my shoulder hard, leaving his mark on me. Growling in my ear MINE....

I want to tie you up....

To strip of your cloths and kiss your skin. To rub my soft, smooth skin against your thighs.

To watch the hunger grow, in more than just your eyes. Seeing you strain against the ropes as I kiss your skin. Worshiping your body, setting your senses on fire.

To rub my warm and wet, against your hard and hot. Hearing your moans as I set us into motion. You watching me with those dark eyes as I dance before you.

To worship you and tease you till you scream no more! 

Breaking free from your bonds, and the aching down below. Riding what's yours till we both explode.

Does this make me a switch? I don't know....I'm ready for some fun Daddy. How about you?

I know I've been on a hiatus for a while, but it was all for good reasons. Now that I am back! I'd love to share the happiest news.

This past weekend, I was honored with receiving my first and only collar.

My Daddy found it time for us to be bonded forever and I couldn't have been more happy to say yes. I am truly in love with the collar we chose together, as much as the man who gave it to me.

I look forward to growing, learning and progressing with you Daddy, now and forever. I am so lucky to be all yours 😘

The new taboo among my vanilla friends... but what is so bad about being marked by the one who loves/owns you? In the vanilla world, it as seen as a negative, the possessive claim of one person over the other. My friends and family shaming me for letting someone do that to my skin, But I revel in it. Not only in the process of these yummy marks being made but the symbolism behind it. The symbolism that I guess some vanilla people will just never understand. These marks mean the world to me, so why be ashamed of them? It shows off to the world that I am his and he is mine! And I wouldn't want it any other way.

So, I normally try not complain on my blog... But there has been something that just keeps rubbing me the wrong way. And this form of irritation is another submissive from my community.

From the first time we met each other, she has never really been all that friendly.

Every time we go to these play parties we all hang out as a group. Her being one of the other submissives in the cirlce of Doms our age. Ever since the first time I've met her, she belittles anything I speak to her about. Even going as far as to try to physically cut me out of the group, standing in front of me trying to push me out of the circle. The girl even proceeds to glaire at me anytime she sees me across the room! For god sakes.

But that's not the only time she treats me like this.

At our last play party I was showing off my marks that my Daddy had given me to other people at the event. Only because i was given permission and was super excited about getting to share this with others.

This particular sub happened to be walking by while I was chatting with a friend.  So me, out of happiness decided to share it with her as well...

Of course as I should have expected, she percideds to act like there is nothing even there to look at. Turning my a this way and that. At this point I'm just pissed and kind of hurt too. 

Of course my Daddy comes over and proceeds to tell her to essentially get lost. But I'm still sitting there pouting.

I just don't get what her problem is. I've never have done anything to her, nor have I said anything to piss her off. I guess I'm just better off avoiding her all together. But it's getting to the point where I don't really look forward to talking to other subs at the parties anymore.

Any ideas to why she may be acting this way towards me? Is there any something I did wrong? I can't keep having this happen if I want to enjoy play parties again... 

 As I continue my journey as a submissive, my Daddy and I have been doing a bit of exploring. This adventure consists of different toys or different types of play. While I am very much a brat, I've started to look more into the pain seeking side of my sexuality.

Primal play is my all time favorite! The biting, scratching, growling and marking from my Dom.... is more than enough to get me excited. Even when we are just playing around with each other on the couch. There is just something so sexy about a man having his teeth digging into your neck, making you squirm.... marking you as his. The sharp pain and the forced submission all wrapped into one. It sends shivers down my spine just thinking about it.

But primal play isn't the only kind of pain my Daddy and I seem to enjoy. And that brings us to the use of our newest toy. While Daddy has a quite a selection of thud based toys, my favorites tend to lean more to the ones that inflict a nice sting. Yes, we use the standard crop, but our newest tool of pleasure is my new obsession. I've pretty much been smitten ever since I saw it laying on a table at our last play party.

When I first laid my eyes on this toy, I couldn't help but giggle at its appearance. It was essentially a fake grass plant on a handle. But after picking it up an really feeling it, and having it stroked it against my skin, I started to wonder and get excited by what kind of pain that this funny looking thing could inflict. The minute my Daddy offered to test it out on me, I immediately offered my skin to him.

The first swing sent chills up my arm, by the second and third.... I was hooked. With this toy, it felt like my skin was alive! It tingled and swelled, covering my skin in a pattern of beautiful stripes. Afterward, all I could do was just stare and stroke the new marks that Daddy had given me. And getting permission to show them off! sent me over the moon.

While the exploration with Daddy still continues, I think my love affair with our new toy may be here to stay. With that sting that makes you numb, it's enough to make any masochist swoon. 

And Daddy, I am very much looking forward to seeing how you use me next. Until then! Kisses

I was invited to my first play party this month, and all I can say is that it was glorious! Just seeing the diversity of people and play all in one space, truly amazing!

Everyone was so welcoming and kind, I have never felt that comfortable in a new space that quickly before.

People watching, as I do, I got glimpses of the relationships formed between Doms and subs and they were so beautiful. Even more beautiful, We were honored with witnessing a collaring ceremony at the very beginning of the gathering. You could just feel the trust and admiration buzz between them, even more so as he slipped the collar around her neck.

There were so many intense moments to be witnessed. But for me, the one that stuck with me the most  would have to be seeing Dommes. Just interacting with their submissives, playing or even prepping beforehand. It was so strange, and so empowering to see and feel the dominance coming from those women.

Overall, I was so happy to have been given that opportunity to be a part of the whole experience. I was so happy to be there with my play partner. He made me feel safe, comfortable and included. 

(And this is just my bratty side speaking, it was fun to see others pick on him for a change). Me and my big mouth, let him know about it too! Don't worry, I got in trouble for this later.

But I am so lucky to have the partner I have. I am thankful to him for introducing me to the local community and I am looking forward to when I get the chance to play with him more.

A swirling mess inside my mind, fogged by the scent of you

Intense dark pools, dripping down my skin...as I stand before you.

I shiver and sink under the intensity, battling my instincts to run.

Fear.

From the intensity, the need crawling under my skin, the craving for more.

Driving myself insane with the need to submit. The need to please.

You sooth this with words, commands.... and sharp moments of pain.

Amongst my madness, you are my calm... And much more.

You are my play partner, my teacher, my protector...and my friend.

Your lips graze my skin, teeth marking my flesh.

I moan as your hands explore where no man as been before....

My senses highten as you stroke my skin, even more so as the sent of leather reaches my nose.

I ache for your touch, as I stretch across your lap needing more.

My back arching, hips lifting into the air.

Words escape from my lips, as you run the crop across my cheeks....

Please Sir... More