Control

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OR the lack thereof…

From the time I went off to university and was in charge of my life and that around me, I was in control.  From student, to wife, to mother, I was still in control of my surroundings, children and life. So much so that I would feel overwhelmed a lot of times and stressed to the max, but knew I had to keep going, if only for my kids.

Once the kids were out the door and beginning their own lives, I finally realized I had lost myself and started looking for what was missing.  My life was changing.  My marriage was gone, I was losing control of everything around me, including my job and home life.  In the midst of all this I began to find myself and what I needed.

I found I needed to give up control to get the control back.  Control of my life and all around me.  And this was done when I met Daddy and we started talking and sharing and moving forward in a relationship together.  When I gave up my control to him, gave him the pieces of me as a whole to be molded and shaped back into the person I am, I found me again.  The same me, yet a new me.

When we share things and talk through things, he gives me guidance and support in what I do.  When we have our play times and I lay myself at his feet to control and guide me through our time together, I feel free.  I feel cared for, loved, protected and supported through all of it.  The communication and understanding that I had been looking for is right there in him.  The support, connection, protection and love I had been longing for, they are all right there in him.  I trust him more than I have been able to trust anyone.  It amazes me more and more every day how blessed I am.

I never thought I would want to give someone else control over me and yet, I have.  Not always in everything I do, for he does not want that because I have to be able to do things on my own of course.  But, the things I don’t have to be in control of all the time, I happily hand over to him when I can.  It’s a balance thing and we have room for that balance in our life and all we do.

Kat xx

*Pic found from Tumblr

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Scent of Us – NSFW

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The scent of you fills my head as it fills my senses.  I am bound and can’t move, I am blindfolded and can’t see, but I can hear all you do, where ever you move and I can smell you as you move closer to me.  That masculine scent I love so much that rolls off of you in your excitement and need for this.  The musky scent of your cologne blending in and the combination making me wetter as I envision you as you move about preparing.

We decided to play on the St. Andrew’s cross today.  I am facing it, bound to it by cuffs and chains.  Blindfolded so I must use just my sense of sound and smell which heightens my sensitivity to your touch, your voice and the scents from both you, me and the leather you use on me.  Instead of the hand, you start with a soft leather paddle.  Slowly covering me with soft pops and caresses, working to cover both cheeks and backs of the thighs.  It doesn’t take long before I feel a warm glow and know it is getting a pretty pink.

You stop and I feel you move, most likely to grab the next implement.  I feel your approach and you kiss my left shoulder before you continue.  From the first contact on my right cheek I can tell it is the larger leather paddle that is a bit stiffer with less give to it.  I lean in to it at first taking the hits in until the stinging starts and I jump and moan as they get a bit harder.  I can feel I am getting redder by the moment and knowing the redder I get, the warmer I get.  I can smell the leather more and more as it heats up as well.  I take a deep breath in and focus on the leather scent.

You stop and move once more and I hear you pick up another implement and move back to me.  This time as you start it is with quick sharp pops and it being one of my favorite implements, I know it is the crop.  I jump with the first couple of impacts but then settle into the rhythm.  A few sharp pops has me exclaiming into the air as you say, “I know kitten, good girl,” and you continue. There are a few places on my bum and legs that are now quite sensitive when hit and each time you get to these spots I cry out.

The next hit surprises me because you have not walked away from me yet a new implement just went across my backside.  One I absolutely have come to be fond of.  The swish and caress of the suede flogger covers my cheeks, my thighs, my back all over and continues in this thudding, caressing manner.  And as with the other implements the longer you use it the harder the lashes and thudding from the flogger that has me gasping.  I take a deep breath in and my senses fill with the scent of leather and the smell of me as I get wetter with each new round.

I am tingling all over by this point and knowing you end with a sharp pop implement I await your next choice.  When I realize you have not moved once again, I sense the presence of another person that is handing you the next implement.  I get the faintest scent of lilac and vanilla and know it is a friend of ours that is here quite often.  This knowledge has me keen to know the next implement you will use.

With the first wallop of the strap on my ass I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long unless I lost myself in my head.  I cried out as the second lash came across my upper back thighs.  I heard you faintly say there would be four more lashes before you were done.  You sounded far away but I heard you and braced myself for them.  With each one I found myself shaking more and more, crying and sobbing with each lash to my back side and when the last one made contact I was a mess.  You reached between my legs to my pussy, fucking me with your fingers and knowing me as you do, told me to cum and I did, that fast.  You then held your fingers up to my mouth and I could smell my essence as you slid your fingers into my mouth and I licked them clean.

At this point, you made fast work of unfastening me from the cuffs, taking off the blindfold and just holding me on your lap until I had calmed down and I was breathing steady.  Our friend came over and kissed me and wiped away my tears.  You then asked if I was ready to be pleasured.  I looked up at you, smiled and nodded.  The scents of us all enveloped me in this beautiful cocoon of pleasure I will not soon forget.

Kat xx

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A Dream or Fantasy Halloween – NSFW

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My friend Amanda and I received an invitation to a party tonight at the corn maze that was not too far away.   We were to dress in costumes and there would be a contest for best costume.  So, we were trying to think of the best costumes to dress in. I was excited because I had heard weird stories of this party and wanted to see for myself that they were not true.

She dressed in a milkmaid costume and I decided to dress as a sexy slave princess.  We helped each other with makeup and hair and once we were ready we headed out.  It was already dark and we got turned around at one point but we finally found the place and parked among the other many cars that were already there.

There were so many different costumes to see.  Outlandish and then of course traditional.  From space warriors and Avenger heroes, to ghosts, witches and vampires.  We had fun chatting to some guys we knew and we enjoyed some drinks and dancing.  We then decided to go in the maze.  The moon was full and bright, making it easy to see our way through.  A couple of pirates, a Roman God, vampire and ghost came with us.  All guys being macho proclaiming they would protect us as we were going through.

We were deep in the maze, being a bit loud at first and then whispering to each other to be quieter or we may wake the dead.  Then Amanda squeezed my arm and pointed at her watch.  I looked down at mine, seeing that we were only minutes away from midnight! We were on pins and needles to see if anything happened as we had heard in the stories.  We found a couple of bales of hay to sit on to watch and the guys sat down with us.

All at once an urge came over me to kneel in front of the guy dressed as the Roman God.  I stopped myself, looked over to Amanda who was getting crowded by the guys dressed as pirates as she was looking around for something possibly out of sight.  I saw the vampire and ghost were no longer with us.  I felt a pull on the collar and chain around my neck and looked around to the Roman God. He was pulling on it telling me to kneel at his feet.  I did it without thinking and could not control myself from doing it.  He put his hand, that was not holding the chain, under my chin and looked at me sternly and said, “You will satisfy my needs slave and I will take what is mine.”

I went up on my knees and pushed up his robe to have access to his large hard cock waiting for my touch.  I began licking and sucking his large girth and an overwhelming urge to please him came over me as I continued to take him deeper.  He said, “Enough! I want to play with you. Come here slave.”  I stood up and by his side.  He immediately threw me over his knees and pulled down the bottom of my clothes to my ankles.  He fondled my bottom over both cheeks and down each thigh, grazing my lips as he went back up to my cheeks.  He proceeded to slap both cheeks with his hand over and over again as I felt them get warmer and my pussy get wetter.  He then slid his hand down to my folds feeling the warmth and wetness he was searching for.

“I see my slave is enjoying this.  Am I right slave?”

“Yes Sir, I am.” I said in response.  My mind thinking, what the hell?

He then pulled me up to his lap, sat me down facing him, pulled out my breasts from their small enclosed space and began sucking and playing with my nipples.  Oh shit! I thought. And then, OH YES! 

For his pinching, nibbling and sucking along with playing with my clit was getting me dangerously close to coming.  I heard myself say, “Oh Master, please can I come?”

He then responded with, “No, not yet slave.  I will take you now and we will come together.”  And he lifted me like a leaf and impaled me like lightning.  Fucking me hard by moving me up and down on his cock like a doll to play with.  We both came and as soon as we did, I was pulled off of him and thrown on the ground by something.

I looked up and saw what looked like a vampire with fire in his eyes.

“Mine!” He said vehemently and was on me before I could move.  I felt something holding me down but could see nothing and no one.  I fought against what I could not see and heard a low voice say, “be still. It is better for you to just be still and enjoy.”

I looked around for the Roman God and he had disappeared.  I screamed, not knowing what to do.

“Look into my eyes.  You are mine now.”  I looked at him and a sudden calm went through me and desire spread through my whole being.  My mind was crying out, This can’t be real!

I opened myself to him, spreading my legs for him to have his way with me as he wanted.  I could not control my body and what it was doing.  I realized I had been tied up by my hands at my wrists and they were secured to a post above my head.  I was being fondled by an invisible force I could not control.  I was being devoured by a mouth I could not see, taking my mouth and breasts at will and I was lost by the onslaught of sensations taking me over.  The vampire was playing with my thighs, kneading them and licking them, up to my cunt where he was then devouring me, taking me all in, including my clit, like he was eating me alive.

I was screaming in my mind that this could not be happening.  It was all just a dream, a fantasy maybe.  My body took over my thoughts and the sensations it was taking in took it to a space of overwhelming pleasure.  I heard a scream, was that me?  Then blackness took over.

When I came to I was in my bed, in my room, completely naked.  I looked around and my costume was on the floor as if I had just taken it off and fallen into bed.  I touched my body all over to make sure I was okay.  Was that a dream? A fantasy in my own mind?  Where was Amanda?  Was she okay?

I looked around for my phone, finding it on the floor, I grabbed it, plugged it in real quick and messaged Amanda.

“Hey! Are you okay? Where are you?”

“HI! Yes, I am fine. What a weird night!  I am at home in my bed.  I had the strangest dream…or fantasy…still, WOW!”

“You too?!? We have got to talk! Lunch?”

“Agree! Meet you at that Pub in an hour?”

“You got it. See you there!”

*Painting found on Pinterest

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Oh How The Mind and Body React – NSFW

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Here I lay on our bed, legs tied apart to the posts on each corner, head propped up by pillows, in my beautiful purple corset, holdups and hair up in a pony tail and Daddy sitting in a leather armed chair just where he can watch me back from the foot of the bed.  He has left my hands free at the moment and I am waiting for his direction.

“Kitten, I want you to slowly, with your right hand touch the lips of your cunt and only your lips, moving up and down, from the tip around your clit to the lower part near your butt.  Then with your left hand play with your nipples.  Show Daddy how much you enjoy touching yourself for him.” He said.

“Yes Sir.” I said.  As I was wide open for him to see all, I felt vulnerable yet extremely horny, as I slid my fingers up and down my lips and pinched and caressed my nipples.

“Good girl. That’s it, slowly” he said as did so, “Look at me, don’t look away and don’t close your eyes.  Yes.  Imagine you are being watched by several Dom/mes and subs.  They are surrounding us, around my chair and the bed.  Your eyes stay on me, knowing they are here watching.  Now, dip your fingers, two of them, into your cunt and tell me what you feel.”

“Wet Daddy. Very horny.”

“Good girl.  That’s it, continue slowly sliding those fingers in and out.  Squeeze on your fingers with those lovely muscles that love to squeeze Daddy’s cock so hard.”

“Mmm, yes Sir, Daddy.”

“That’s my Kitten, my little minx.  Show me how much you enjoy touching yourself for me.  Oh yes.”

I sigh, more like a purring sound, and continue touching and fingering myself.  Oh how my mind and body react to his words.  Getting wetter and feeling the excitement building in my body, the sensations taking over my actions as I start to finger fuck myself harder and moan with the pleasure.

“Kitten…stop!” he says all of a sudden seeing me come close to climax.

I moan, stop myself and say, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

He then stands, goes to one side and ties my wrist to the upper post on the right side then walks to the left side and does the same.  He then walks over to the foot of the bed and looks down at me.  “It’s Daddy’s turn,” he says with a gleam in his eyes.  I see the crop in his hand and he starts peppering me with pops from the crop up and down my legs and then a few good pops to my cunt that has me squealing. Once he feels pleased with his marks on me he drops the crop and dives in to my cunt. Licking my clit, my lips up and down, plunging his tongue into my pussy and not letting up until I am gasping.

He then stops for a second to look up at me, face glistening with my juices and he is back in, both tongue and fingers this time.  Finger fucking my cunt and licking my clit so fast it feels like a vibrator.  It didn’t take long till I was begging him to let me cum.  He waited a bit more into my begging before he finally told me to cum.  I did, and wow, did I ever!

He was not done however.  He picked up the Doxy and before I had even come down from that orgasm he had me buzzing back up to another.  I couldn’t move, I couldn’t even wiggle from it, and there was no escaping the fast building orgasm that was about to explode through me again.  I didn’t even have to beg. Daddy just said, “Cum for me now kitten!” And I did.

Once I did, Daddy loosened the ties on my legs and arms, pulled me down to the end of the bed and impaled me with his rock hard cock.  So hard it brought me back up quickly and as he reached his orgasm with mine he said, “You. Are. Mine!” with the last three pumps and we both cried out in our pleasure.

He then pulled out and climbed up with me, cradling me in his arms and just holding me for a while. Both of us basking in each other and what we share.

Kat xx

*Pic from Pinterest

 

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