UNF…. fuck. yes. oh, yes, this!
Daddy and I have been actively involved with other people more intensely since February than at any other time in our lives together. It has been an adventure for sure, with plenty of ups and downs. Our emotional bandwidth is feeling stretched very thin and we’re thinking that maybe what we need is some time away just the two of us. This weekend is that time.
Saturday, specifically will be a no technology day. We won’t be online, we won’t be answering phone calls or text messages, won’t know if an email comes in. From the time our eyes open to the time they close, we will be officially off the grid. So if you’re trying to reach us on Saturday, you won’t get us. We might get back to you on Sunday. But… it might be Monday.
It’s time for us to unplug and reconnect.
Has to be Face Fucking, I prefer the slave to have makeup on though. I place her on her knees and cuff her hands, I then tie her feet together bringing the rope up and tying to the cuffs, up and around the breast, to make a bra out of the rope, over the shoulders back down to the feet. If she moves her feet the rope tugs on her breast. I then put her hair in a pony tail, one it keeps the hair out of the way, and two something to hold onto if need be or to drag across the floor , or drag onto the bed..
I see anal sex as a form of humiliation as well , but that is just me. I think anal is the most private part a woman can give, I have talked to some women who will say it is…
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I posted a status update earlier that said I thought I might be going through a mid life identity crisis. This has been on my mind all day. It came up through the course of a conversation Daddy and I had last night about where we are, who we are in relation to each other and where we belong in the lifestyle.
At one time I would have said I was a submissive who could sometimes be a brat and a baby pain slut. After spending the last three years exploring the lifestyle in real life with Daddy, with our local kink families and online I think that definition of who I am in the lifestyle is not entirely accurate or perhaps has changed. Continue reading