I was feeling particularly naughty. Even putting lotion on my legs was enough to send me over the edge into a good fantasy. Unfortunately, my fantasies are rarely complete, and generally just contain fleeting images… I really would like to have better ones!
I decided that I should probably tell my hubby about said fantasies, and about my need for dry panties… So I sent him a message. I told him that I was having naughty thoughts.I received a message in return, saying that I should probably confess to my naughtiness. Being an obedient little slut, I did so. I replied to him about the thoughts I was having about our trip to NYC (where many men wear ties… suits even!) and how my fetish was served by oh, riding the subway, walking down the street, etc (I get wet again just thinking of all the clean cut, smooth faced, tie wearing men). I told him about putting lotion on my legs, and how I had realized that my ankles are almost small enough now for my hand to close around them entirely (about an inch left), and how I bet, since his hands were larger, they might work… This led to more bondage thoughts, and about how wonderful it feels to be totally secured… to feel secure like nothing else can provide…
After work, he was very tired, so I had pretty much given up on the idea of kink for the evening, figuring I would be lucky to get even some vanilla sex…
I was VERY happily wrong.
He grabbed me a few times during the evening, just to remind me who I belong to. I love it when he looks me in the eye with that look… It’s a lustful sneer with some added simple adoration, along with some things that just make me wonder and melt. I never know whether he’s going to just kiss me tenderly or hurt me at that moment… I just know that I always love the outcome.
I offered to cook him dinner, being the good subbie, but he wasn’t hungry. I found other ways to do small things for him throughout the evening, though, and reminded him how much I enjoy doing things for him.
When it was time for bed, he’d been going on about how tired he was. I wanted so badly to make him feel better, but I knew that what would help is for his work stress to settle out. He doesn’t feel better just because of kink like I do. I figured I’d listen to him vent about his day, rub his back, and let him sleep…
That was where I was wrong. He made me communicate! I’m BAD at communicating sexual needs. VERY bad. He asked what I’d been thinking of, and what I would like. My response was to say that I knew he was tired. That didn’t work. He wanted to know in general… I had to talk. I was afraid that he’d not be up for what I mentioned, etc. I told him this, as well, and he still pressed me to tell him what was on my mind.
Fortunately, I’m more obedient (to him) than shy. I was able to tell him that I wanted more kink. I explained that I’d been thinking of all sorts of things, bondage, electricity, cupping, flogging, more bondage, wax, and a few others… (I forgot the play with others aspect (especially girls… I’ve been craving girlsex again… BADLY), and the whole fire play thing… I need to tell him that tonight, so as to be a good little girl for my Daddy).At one point, I even asked him why he was making me do this… He said, “What, communicate?” I knew at that point that he was right. I was feeling shy, when all he wanted me to do was communicate! Silly me!
After a bit of biting, he started digging around in the toy drawer. While he was busy there, I started fingering myself. I couldn’t resist playing with myself, since it was there, and I was so horny. He asked what I was doing, and I swear, I felt like a child caught with her hand in the candy jar after Daddy had said no sweets. I stopped, and was told to continue. At some point, he put our very pretty glass ben wa balls in my pussy (they are clear glass, with yellow and blue flowers inside… very pretty). They just weren’t doing enough by themselves, so I had to use my fingers.He called me a slut as soon as he realized what I was doing, and then started adding his fingers in! I stopped what I was doing, and he told me to continue. So at that point, I had two of his fingers, three of mine, and the ben wa balls in my pussy.
He went digging in the drawer again, and I missed the fullness. I added another finger in my pussy, but it wasn’t enough, still. He came back with the lube, and squirted a bit on my hand. I had been enjoying the feeling of the natural wetness, but I was happy to have a bit of help. I rubbed the lube on my hand, and started fingering my pussy again. Soon, I had my entire hand in my pussy, loving the full feeling. I needed to move, and realized that he was positioning his leg so I could rest my head on his knee. This was an incredibly thoughtful move on his part, so I melted a bit more.He was rubbing my clit as I fisted myself. I had several strong orgasms, but then my wrist gave out. It was hurting too badly for me to continue, unfortunately. I wanted to continue, but knew that I’d end up with a sprained wrist or something if I didn’t stop.
BB went digging under the bed, and came back with the cupping set. I like cupping! The suction hurts, but in such a happy way…He started off by putting a cup on each nipple. This hurt, but I loved it. After a bit, he switched to an area of the breast just beside the nipple, and then he began using it on my pussy, in varying areas.
Since I haven’t shaved in a while, it didn’t work as well as usual, so he had to work to keep the suction going. After a bit, though, he put the cup over the top part of the pussy and clit, and I had wave after wave of orgasms with this on. It hurt so much, but I was pretty much flying in subspace at this point… I welcomed the pain, and the pleasure that came with it. I was hungry for this feeling… I wanted the pain to go on, and the pleasure to never end…It was hurting, and he was happy with this. He smirked at me and said “You know, if you’d stop cumming so much, it wouldn’t hurt so badly.” I had to laugh at myself. It hurt, but I couldn’t have stopped orgasming from the pain if I had wanted to! He had cups on my breasts and pussy, and both were hurting in a very good way.
After a bit (I have no concept of time when I’m in subspace, it could have been a few minutes or a long while, I have no clue), he removed the cup from my pussy. My pussy was rather sensitive from the fisting and the cupping it had endured. He left the ones on my breasts, and started fucking me. I still had the ben wa balls in my pussy, and I was still in pain from the sore pussy and the cups on my breasts. I had a lot of orgasms just from him fucking me at this point.
He removed the cups from my breasts, and we finished up the fucking…. The aftercare, complete with major shaking, was almost as amazing as the events which led up to it.
I am a happy slut, and I love my Daddy.
