My tits hurt. I’m sitting, or rather lying, here with these blasted nipple clamps on because I told Daddy in a roundabout way that I needed a funishment. Then he remembered that I had broken a rule today…and decided a real punishment was needed instead. So I get to wait here while he walks the… Continue reading Punishment
Well, we haven’t really broken up per se. We’re just…slowing down. T-minus 2-3 weeks. It’s bittersweet. Us winding down is much, much better than us going cold turkey. His life is beginning to pick up pace. Over the past week, our everyday, all day chatting has been cut down to a few short messages. Our phone… Continue reading Breakup? Take 2!
When I first saw that I didn’t know what the hell that meant. CSA…child sexual abuse. Oh. Well then. That would be me. I was sexually abused when I was younger. By my grandfather. And when I told my father about it, he called me a liar. A few weeks ago, we needed a few… Continue reading CSA
So funny how two simple words can cause magical things to happen to me physically down below. While playing yesterday morning, Daddy asked me if I was going to cum for him. Upon hearing my whimpered ‘yes’ he moaned and whispered, “Such a good girl.” My body tensed as my orgasm automatically hit me. Good… Continue reading Those Two Little Words
Daddy and I tried to break up a few days ago. It didn’t go well. The problem is that we don’t want to break up. But he has a lot of life changes that will be happening (including possibly starting a new job with completely opposite hours to what we’re used to). His changes start next… Continue reading Break Up? Take 1!
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I’ve received two life changing gifts in the past two years. One was my daughter, who amazes me every single day. She’s so beautiful and smart and sassy. She’s absolutely perfect and I can’t imagine having another child. I mean, physically I could. And if I did I’d love the second child just as much… Continue reading Anxiety