Yup, me on a typical Saturday afternoon…
Yup, me on a typical Saturday afternoon…
Hi tumblrfriend! I love you, too!
…that I reblogged a naked picture on my non-naked porn blog.
Now we’re talkin’…
After yesterday’s high of meeting a personal best and feeling pretty damn proud of myself, I got a task from Daddy: edge and then beg to cum. I don’t have permission to cum, nor do I know if I will be given it.
I’m starting to feel a little desperate.
The default assumption is that beating records and doing a good job following Daddy’s rules is something that gets rewards like orgasms. I would have thought I’d be handed a pile of freebies or rewarded with lots of cumming just simply for going above and beyond, finding my plateaus and breaking through them for Daddy’s pleasure.
But I was not given such a gift. Instead I was given edging without cumming: humbling, frustrating, wetness-inducing edging with no word on when or if I’ll get relief.
I’m not sure his intentions as he usually doesn’t reveal those until after the “situation” has been resolved. Suffice it to say I’m miserable, horny, wet, dripping, fucked-with…
Today I set a personal best speed during my run and I’m so fucking proud of myself. Daddy pushes me to get better, especially when it’s scary, uncomfortable, boring, or unpleasant. I wouldn’t have done any of this without Daddy’s guidance.
I get so wet thinking about how Daddy is making me a better person.
Next time I get the chance, I think I’m going to send Daddy a video of me dancing around in nothing but panties. Cute panties.
Now I just need to figure out what my background music will be. Since he reads my blog, I’m going to officially threaten that it’ll be “The Right Stuff” by New Kids on the Block. Or maybe Wham!. You can never have enough Wham! in your life.
All aboard the spanking train.
Come down to LA,
Sybil and I will both give you spanks!
Why the fuck am I JUST NOW HEARING THERE’S A SPANKING TRAIN?!?!
Is there a club car or should I bring my own snacks?
Sometimes I like to tease Daddy by saying things to tempt him, dirty things I will do with/for him. I’m not sure he knows, however, that some of these things I’m 100% willing to do and aren’t just dirty talk.
He may have a few, brief moments to see me tomorrow. I told him I will wait for him with a butt plug in my ass, keeping me nice and ready. I will get his cock nice and wet by deep throating him and stroking him with some lube. Then he will slide his cock deeply in my ass, replacing the plug.
He will fuck me as hard as he likes until he cums. That is when I will kiss him and drop to my knees and wash his cock nice and clean for him with a warm wash cloth. Also, maybe my mouth as well? He will pat me on the head for being such a good girl and will give me one of his firm, hard Daddy Hugs™ (patent pending). Then I’ll send him on his way, my ass full of his cum, my purpose and desire of worshiping and pleasing his cock fulfilled.
I don’t know if he’s aware of it, but I really want to do this.
I’ve seen this gif floating around Tumblr and it’s hot as fuck, but here’s the video. The Christina Hendricks lookalike is actually an actress named Vica Kerekes.
Thank you tumblr for making it sexy for Me to have a tummy and a beard.
Are you kidding? Those two things are my sex kryptonite! I’m powerless against the sexiness…
I wrapped my lips around his cock.
"No swallowing without permission. Understand?" he said.
I gave some affirmative moans but my lips didn’t break contact. I felt his cock pulse and throb between my lips. He moaned and I knew cumming was inevitable.
"That’s it, babygirl. Take my cum," he said between clenched teeth and soon I felt his cum filling my mouth, shooting into me, coating my tongue. I massaged his cock with my lips and tongue, eager to get every last drop, but I did not swallow.
I slid my lips up his cock until I broke contact. I kept my lips closed so I didn’t lose any precious cargo. I could taste his cum. The taste consumed me, drove me mad with desire. His thick load coated the inside of my mouth.
I looked up at him from between his legs. I pressed my lips together tightly.
"Show me, babygirl," he said. I tilted my head back to not lose any and opened my mouth wide, showing him his load.
"No swallowing yet, babygirl. Lie back," he said, and gestured to the spot beside him. I did as I was told and spread my legs, flashing him my wet and wanting cunt.
"Touch yourself, babygirl. I’ll allow you to swallow as soon as you cum. Understand?"
"Mmm," I managed to moan with my lips closed. I nodded my head as well.
My fingers immediately reached into my cunt, fingering wet pussy with great ferocity. Sucking Daddy’s cock always made my pussy drip. Now I was desperate for release.
"Do you like the taste of my cum, babygirl?" he asked. I nodded.
"Why don’t you show me again so I can see how pretty you are with a mouth full of my cum?"
I tilted my head back and opened my lips again.
"So good. So pretty," he said. My fingers flew over my clit and I was very close to cumming.
I kept my mouth open even though my jaw was sore.
"You like being Daddy’s cum slut?" He asked. I nodded a little, trying hard not to spill, but I lost a drop from the corner of my mouth. I felt the thick drop run down my chin and onto my chest.
"Oh, babygirl, you spilled," he chided. I closed my lips, my cheeks puffed out.
My fingers kept rubbing. I picked up the drop with my other finger, sticking it in my mouth so I could savor all of his cum.
"Are you ready to cum now?" Daddy asked. I nodded.
"Cum for me, babygirl. Don’t forget to swallow."
I felt the permission for release deep in my pussy and came with great shuddering waves. I swallowed his cum. It took a few swallows to get it all.
I opened my mouth wide and stuck my tongue out. All gone.
"Good girl," he said and patted my leg. I gleamed. I love Daddy’s cum.
I’ve had a rough and tragic few days and may have to not be sexy for a while. Or maybe being sexy will help me get through this. Time will tell.
I just want to let you all know that I love you. Hold those you love extra tight.
Somebody Pretty Suspicious: So you have to work out and follow a diet and report all your calories and fitness minutes and whatever but your Daddy doesn’t?
Me: Yep. That’s correct.
SPS: …and he can have other babygirls but you can’t have other Doms or other male partners or whatever?
Me: Kind of, yes.
SPS: Yeah, that sounds like a double standard to me.
Me: Yes, it is a double standard. It’s a double standard I quite enjoy.
SPS: So… you’re not a feminist or whatever?
Let me explain it thusly: I have a double life and I like it that way. When I go to work, I snap necks and cash checks and look pretty fucking good doing it. I wear bitch heels and sometimes even boss around others. What fun!
By night, I want a loving Daddy to take control of me, make me feel secure and safe in his arms Because of this, he gets to make some rules. He gets to control certain things I do and how I do them. Frankly, I get off on this double standard because I feel safe and secure in the injustice of it all.
I am a feminist, but the way I fuck and how I have a relationship with my Daddy is not political. I am still very pro-choice, very vocal about equal pay. I speak up about workplace harassment and inequities (something near and dear to my heart). I give money to Planned Parenthood.
And so, SPS, I do live with a double standard and I like it.
This is Abbye “Pudgy” Stockton and she was a bodybuilder in the ’40s. I just found out about her today and have decided she’s my new spirit guide.
You can read more about her at this Girls Gone Strong article.