I was on personal display for him. He would have me walk sensually while emulating the grace of a pretty blonde haired runway model. In my role of girlish temptress, I wiggle my sexy bottom in my exotic, six inch pink, high heeled, platform sandals. My body is slim, lithe, feminine and smooth.
At the far end of his large living room he has me turn around, smile, and pose like a show girl for him. My exaggerated wink brings a genuine and enthusiastic smile to my bright red, pouty lips. As I return back towards him in my performance, I reveal my sexiest walk enhanced by a subtle sway of my hips.
As I approach his chair I then feign my sexiest blush for him all the time flaunting and displaying my cute round, bare derriere. I am completely naked and continue my exotic expose with an alluring manipulation of my hips extending from my narrow waist. I feel as good as he feels that I look, and high heels say so much about a girl!
I am completely focused on making my enticing walk look as elegant and sensual as I can. Being as believably erotic looking as I can, while parading and posing for him, is my very sincere purpose. With each repetition and strut across the room, I hope that my feminine charm appears effortless. Pleasing him so pleases me. I want to make my sexy, nude, runway walk just perfect for his expert eyes.
I so adore and enjoy this little game that we play. I am to be seductive so as to arouse him. I love to do whatever he tells me to do for him. My own delight surges and my enthusiasm and sensuality almost makes me feel dizzied.
My slim, lithe body is completely exposed. I am fully shaven smoothly in totality for him. I have found a level of complete comfort in exposing all of my body for his want. I find so much excitement in the joy of our intensely naughty, yet delightfully enchanting little exercises like this.
My strutting and posing show is a routine and an exhibition that is designed to please him. This exotically sexy little ritual and performance is designed by him to aide me in making me look perfect as a young lady. Even in my completely nude state, my soft, boyish body looks completely feline due to his guidance. He influences and directs me as he does because he knows that my ultimate goal is to be as flawless looking as I can be for him.
Another objective of these rehearsals is to have me create the personal imagery within myself. I am thinking of and envisioning the soulfulness of a beautiful female model. I possess a bit more than seven inches of maleness which for both of us at times, appears quite incongruous to the body that it is attached to. I have always loved my uniqueness and distinctiveness!
While proudly displaying myself in this very intimate, runway style exhibition, I always find myself getting very hard and stimulated. When I walk for him in such an outlandishly feminine fashion – my aroused boner bounces like a spring in the opposite direction of that of my derriere. During this time while I sachet and walk sensually for him, I feel so hot and sensual that I am thoroughly lathered just by knowing that I am a sexy, girly, seductive looking sexual object.
When I was first expected to display myself in these fun little training sessions I would find myself shy and often blushing. I got past that quickly for him because he was definitely proud of my sexy, slim yet curvaceous, feminine looking body. I enjoy this so thoroughly now that it makes me smile almost too much. I will do virtually anything to please him and that brings us both phenomenal delight.
In each alternating walk for him, he has me tuck my hardness between my legs to create the illusion that I am all female. As awkward as it is with a ragingly hard erection, walking this way only stimulates me more. In the mirror my soft body looks like that of a cute, slim, yet boyishly perfect, feminine girl. I certainly feel the wonder of believing and imagining that I am an almost purely female girl.
He is my trusted, teacher and mentor. He encourages my walks with small critiques and suggestions. I am thrilled to hear that he says that I am quite convincingly female with – my maleness tucked and hidden between my smooth thighs. He tells me that I could be an undeniably captivating lady like stripper, if I could effectively hide my seven inches completely. I radiate in joy and glow in my heart because I am pleasing him. His words so please me.
As I display myself unpretentiously to him, he tells me that I am delightfully feminine. He says that I am truly beautiful. His expressions make me flush with pride, yet I also feel honored that I please him so! My smooth, soft, youthful and supple, hairless body, makes me feel wonderfully sexual, ladylike and in such need.
His reassuring, uplifting words make me feel unique and special. As a result, this pretty boy who is all undressed and pretty for him as a girl – has an even greater and surging desire to please him. My five inch platform high heeled sandals cause my lower back to arch, eroticizing my appearance. The sexy, love me style heels, feel one with my feet and body.
As my confidence surges, I gently flick my long blonde hair – which is mostly mine except for hair extensions – in a manner like that of a classic model. I lust in the feel of my sleek body being so soft, femininely smooth and so trim. At five feet five inches tall and 128 pounds, I have the height, weight, shape and appearance of a young, blonde, albeit nude, all American cheerleader.
I am always elegantly made up for him. My bright red perfectly lined lips, my red painted toe nails and my long red fingernails add to the detailed perfection I enthusiastically display for him. I find great joy in preparing myself so that I look as flawless as possible. I have learned my skills quite well for my young age.
I have a close friend who asked me if I was gender dysphoric. I don’t ever want to be all girl, but right now my mentor teacher has me believing that I am! I am simply gender crazy when I dress like and make myself up like a woman!
The lustfulness, breathlessness and wonder of being so completely feminine in my heart and soul is real magic and true joy for me! Daddy completely understands and supports his girl with both his words and his actions. His daily teaching sessions are among the greatest of my life’s delights.
This man that I simply call Daddy, is in his early forties. He is quite handsome, very well endowed and is very manly and masculine. Right now Daddy is fully dressed and is sitting in a brown leather topped chair watching me very closely. As I begin my tenth suggestive repetition for him, I envision in my mind, what it would be like to be the most beautiful woman in the world.
I stop and take a deep breath and I begin to believe I am that she. I feel and visualize my belief in my beauty. Even though I am male, my mind and his encouragement have helped to make me even more erotic looking and alluring. My sexy, suggestive, feminine strut feels natural and smooth. I gasp at how glamorous and captivating I am able to make myself feel in both my behavior and in my heart.
He is very pleased with me. A quick stop in front of the full length mirror has me stunned in feline wonder. My envisioning is working for both of us. I am summoned by him to be at his side. He gives me a kiss on my lips. Even a brief and unpretentious kiss from this man – so rocks my world. I am made breathless by him with but a single, short, light kiss.
His simple, soft kiss is my needed validation. He has made me so happy and so grateful that I am near tears. I so love pleasing him and feeling his lips gently pressed against mine has thrilled me beyond my ability to describe. Intensely passionate emotions are now welling up in my heart and my soul.
He pulls me toward him. I fully understand that I am his girl and that I belong to him. I am suddenly placed face down and across his lap. With my soft nude bottom exposed, I feel my back being gently caressed and I swoon in delight. His fingers run gently toward my lower back and upper buttocks. I quiver and lust as his fingers explore down to my fully exposed derriere.
I feel his fingers stop near my anus. I feel a gentle, teasing, yet slightly probing touch there. This delights me into a frenzy as a high pitched moan escape from my lips. I am stunned by the electricity of my arousal and the willingness that I feel.
Already I am experiencing erotic delight that has me shivering. I am just so aroused by him. I am startled by the sting of a quick smack to my backside. I squeal in surprise and he laughs.
He tells me that I am a very naughty girl. There are times that I am called much worse names – In fact – quite shameless words, but it is usually later when we are in the throes of passion. I accept his descriptions of me because I know that he is almost always right.
A second hard sharp slap to my exposed derriere jolts me. I am now alert and stimulated by my vulnerable state. It seems almost crazy, but I also feel a sense of elation and even bliss. Now with more spanks, I find each mildly torturous slap to be exciting and stimulating. His powerful hand reinforces his power, strength and dominance over me. I am willingly melting without any resistance.
I have succumbed so willingly while bent purposefully over his lap. There is a warmth and even magic in his control over me. The smarting, heat being now being brought to my bottom is as much a sign of affection to me as it is discomfort. He is in full control of my body and mind.
Daddy’s informs me that he has a new surprise for me. He has me get up off his lap and tells me to stand and wait. I see my shapely, now much reddened bottom in the mirror and it makes me swoon. He leaves the room and when he returns he has a handful of quite interesting items. My eyes widen at the sight.
The first item is a bright pink colored butt plug. It’s not huge but little do I know that it has a second purpose. I never know what surprises Daddy has in store for me, but I am almost always excited by the drama of what I may be expected to do for him. I have come to trust him implicitly anyway.
I am told to bend over and Daddy’s words delight and excite me. Now I am enthused and enthralled. I am crazed and moved by the feel of his tongue licking and lubricating my anus. Daddy has me remain bent over and still. I am very obedient for him.
Daddy then presses the butt plug firmly against my anal opening causing it to slide inside me as I squirm and gasp! The sensation is startling but only mildly uncomfortable. I am standing upright now as I find out what is next. A long, fluffy, white cat’s tail is being twisted into the opening at the end of the butt plug by him! Matching white cat’s ears are next placed on my head attached by a tight, clear plastic headband.
Lastly there is the very symbolic, thick, black leather collar. It has a very short, bright steel chain leash attached to the large center ring. Daddy attaches it to my neck and locks it in the back. I find myself suddenly very moved by what the collar represents, and by the reality of the collars purpose.
Wearing Daddy’s collar is both symbol and the reality of my complete surrender. Having it locked around my neck is my proud acknowledgement that I believe in his ownership of my spirit, my body and of even my own self. I am quite aroused by my new outfit and more than ready to learn more about my Daddy’s expectations of me.
Now Daddy asks me to walk the living room runway for him in my new outfit and condition. I think this is going to a whole new excitingly crazy level. I begin my walk in my high heels wiggling my bottom.
I am strangely enjoying the odd discomfort of the butt plug in my anus. My fluffy, white cat’s tail is absurdly and outlandishly wagging from side to side. In my role as a sexy kitty, I instinctively meow for him. I then enthusiastically smile for him with a sexy and feigned modest blush. Daddy’s broad smile tells me how good a job I’m doing for him.
This is quite a scene in my naked and uniquely adorned state. Walking in my six inch high platform pink heels with a butt plug cat tail and kitty ears is a rather symbolic yet very real exercise in obedience and my true willingness to please!
My collar feels as natural as my new sexy walk and I am allowed to view myself in the full length mirror. I am stunned by the picture painted by the ridiculously suggestive, pretty blonde haired, girl-boy in cat ears with her fluffy white tail! The pretty kitty cat is so clearly reflected in the mirror! I find this whole crazy scene that he has created for me to be incredulously erotic!
He then tells me not to forget that I am also his sissy boi. I have many roles ranging from being his French Maid and servant to being his personal nurse as well as many other sensual roles. In spite of my feminine mind set and appearance, he wants to remind me that I have very many roles for him. He then reminds me how much a good sissy loves to please.
He has me return to my sexy cat walk. After three more suggestive circuits of the living room, I am feeling like I am in some kind of fantasia like heaven. I am now a sexy cat like feminine animal who is really simply a pretty, smooth skinned and very naked boi in six inch pink high heels!.
I meow and I pretend to scratch the air. I’m thoroughly enjoying myself and then he tells me it’s time for his prissy, sissy girl boi cat, to go to her knees and to suck her Daddy’s huge cock.
Daddy has now made himself naked in his chair and I obediently drop to my knees. His huge bulbously headed cock is already hard and dripping with pre-cum. With hands dutifully behind my back, I go down on him with eagerness and excitement. I zealously make his cock completely disappear into my mouth and throat with the skill of a sword swallower. I so love the taste of his cock.
Sometimes Daddy records scenes like this for our viewing pleasure. I hope this one is captured for posterity sake. He says he’s never had a prettier kitty and never one who could suck every inch of his cock!
I’ve have apparently already moved Daddy to the point where he says it’s time for the next lesson of the day. He removes my cat tail and butt plug with a pop! He also removes my fluffy white cat ears from my head. I am now asked to sit onto his very hard cock while facing him on the chair.
This command is the best scenario that I could hope for. As I straddle him I am already beyond excited. As I am guided down onto his cock I growl in the wondrous initial discomfort and almost immediate delight of feeling his eight thick inches sliding all the way into my willing bottom.
With help from his hard up thrusts I feel his balls meet my ass. He is almost impossibly deep inside me. My willing, already quivering body is overcome and I am astounded such a feat is even possible.
Now Daddy takes me by the chin, looks me in the yes and tells me to remain motionless. In the other hand he shows me a crop! Daddy seems very serious. His tone makes me very aware. Daddy tells me that I am going to feel him. I am not quite sure what he means but I can’t help but feel his thick, pulsing cock skewering me like I’m sitting on a fire hydrant! I so feel that!
I am expected to stay completely in the moment he explains. I am to look directly into his eyes. I am to focus in complete. I must do everything he asks. He kisses me softly and suddenly I get a sting that startles me like none other. He has taken the cane harshly to my bottom. I am shocked, stunned and wincing from the quick, stinging pain.
I gasp and cry out. I apparently had unwittingly stirred and have failed to remain motionless as he had requested of me. Daddy repeats his orders and expectations. I stare almost fearfully into his eyes.
I take a deep breath. I am so roused and enthused by feeling his huge cock so deep in my ass that I am completely unaware that I have been writhing atop him like a needy, naughty slut!
The cane strikes me again hard and fast onto my bottom. A few seconds later I’m unconsciously humping down onto his thick wondrous cock and huge balls and I cry out again. After but another second or two I’m squealing again and then again. The striking heat of his cane has a purpose and I’m feeling both helpless and very dumb. The fifth sting has me in tears. Daddy asks if I need to hear his explanation again.
“No Daddy!” I wail in desperate tones. I realize the error of my ways and look him in the eye and hold on to his powerful shoulder blades with both hands. I am tortured by the powerful overwhelming reality that I am so overtly stimulated by his huge cock filling my anus. He tempts me again, as his lips are teasingly but an inch from mine.
We are face to face and I am still so inflamed that I am still struggling to focus. I want to feel raw, lustful passion yet he gently brushes his nose against mine. Then I feel his lips gently touch mine. I swoon in delight. Suddenly another thwack! I’ve slipped up again! My ass is now searing and I’m whimpering like a child.
“I’m sorry Daddy” I whine to him. “Stay Still” he simply says loudly. Somehow after six incredulously awakening stings I am still struggling to be much more focused. I so fear the cane yet it is hard to stare into his eyes when his magnificent cock is so deeply embedded inside me especially when my eyes want to roll back into my head!
His brown eyes are stunning piercing, yet even sympathetic. He brushes his lips against mine again and I feel a sudden wonder that makes me feel breathless. I feel my entire body pause and concentrate while I stare at and into his wondrous eyes.
Suddenly the light bulb in my mind goes bright. I realize instantly that there is no other place I would rather be. This is my perfection. Holding him, staring into his eyes, feeling his lips gently meeting mine is the moment. I am stunned by my compromised circumstance. I realize that there is no other place or moment in time where I would rather be. I’m quietly embarrassed it took me so long to figure it out!
My eyes are wide open as my consciousness expands. I realize that this is exactly where I belong! Right now I am not just his, but I am home. I belong to him and I am his. This is the ideal I have always sought. I may be his servant and lover, but looking into his eyes makes me realize the perfection of more and of my place. There is such wonder in my purpose. I so feel him!
This moment is beyond magical. Unfortunately my hard cock, which is sandwiched between our bellies twitches involuntarily and I fear the worst. Expecting another harsh blow to my reeling buttocks, I find that now he is compassionate. I see the kindness and I even see love in his eyes. His gentleness and affection is making me melt.
I feel his spirit. In holding him I feel his breathtaking charm and power. He kisses me deeply and I realize that I am crying in joy! This is transcendent, unequalled and other worldly. I’m so happy. I so do feel him! I am so alive, so content and so soothed by his presence and my place.
Daddy knows now that I fully understand this incredulous and purposeful lesson. It was far more meaningful for me. Our bond is both a love and an attraction that is so well beyond the physical. It will be days before the six welts on my bottom disappear but what I learned was worth each and every one. I thank him, grateful for a moment that changed my life and touched my soul.
His kisses now are electric. I so feel his lips and his inner strength! I am so moved that I’m an emotional mess. Still I remain dutifully still and now completely focused. Never could I have imagined that simply being still and looking into a man’s eyes could allow me to feel both my own and my lover’s spirits. He is magical and to me, the most captivating man in the world.
Now I feel so completely skewered by his cock that I’m lost in a quite mystical and dream like state. I wonder whether his swirling searching tongue in my mouth and his own huge cock head will meet somewhere in my throat! I am in a state of madness and it is so beyond lust!
Sitting atop him is pure bliss. I am his. I am crazed and charmed like a princess in a fairy tale like dream. Never have I felt more wanted or felt more alive. This moment makes the want or need for orgasm seem almost mundane! I am astonished and moved. I will never forget what has become our first real kiss.
I am now implicitly aware of my purpose and role. Being his for his pleasure pleases me to no end. I am a good girl and I am going to be a very good girl always for him. I thank him with desperate sincerity for teaching me what true intimacy is. I am so moved that I am inexplicably thinking of that four letter word. Could I possibly be falling in love?
As crazy as that thought seems to me, I know that I am truly his submissive gal. He is quite the opposite – a very dominant man. Opposites do most definitely attract in my mind. This is often how our intimate dance begins. He enjoys reminding me of my place and I confess that I do love all of the reminders!
Having my bottom warmed and even the marks from the cane have had a spiritual and wondrously erotic effect on me. I accept completely how he controls me and I gratefully accept my place and fate. I am hard and stimulated in lustful delight yet I am however, compliant, enthusiastically willing to please, and dutifully willing to serve him at his pleasure.
When we make love, I do everything in my power that I can do to please him. As a true submissive gal I do so because pleasing him, truly pleases me. He always comes first to me. There is nothing better for a genuinely submissive gal.
It wasn’t long before this eighteen year old girl-boy very unexpectedly found myself in a place that I never expected. It didn’t make sense, but the compulsively effortless dominant – submissive connection between us had become magical. I couldn’t quite express how astonished and joyful I felt in his home and in serving him as his pleasure maid.
I was now enchanted and delighted beyond belief. There was a real and true perfection in being able to literally feel and understand the power of everything between us. Our relationship had become so spontaneous in both the spiritual and emotional sense that my whole heart told me to just give him more.
Five weeks earlier during our first weekend together he had brought me the most intense orgasm of my young life. In what seemed like lustful madness at the time – I begged for him to fuck me bareback. The experience blew my mind and more. When he released his seed into me I was moved to tears. Even then I knew he was very special. He brought out everything good and bad in my persona.
He was a uniquely intuitive man. He just knew what I needed and wanted. As my dominant and as my Daddy, he was even back then – perfection in many ways to me. It was however the special feel me, experience that truly blew my mind. Soon after that moment the words just slipped out.
Perhaps it was the power of the immediate bliss, perhaps it was the feelings that I had for him in the beginning, or perhaps it was even what had just happened. Inexplicably, the words “I love you” breathlessly and honestly slipped out of my mouth – as I sat filled with his breeding fluids, while breathlessly sitting atop his huge cock!
Was this complete stupidity and foolery on my part? Clearly it must have been the post coital bliss. Why had those words escaped my mouth? I was feeling overtly vulnerable and even foolish. Orgasms like that had driven me to madness!
Daddy always seemed to know the answers to most all things. This much older and very dominant man pleasantly surprised me. He admitted to his overt fondness for me by using that very same word. I was thrilled! Still I was yet cautious. This was very new territory for me.
I rationalized that it was all right to feel the way that I did because apparently our feelings were indeed quite mutual. I was soon thriving on belonging to him and being his. After five weekends together the perfection felt like it couldn’t be better. Ironically though – it suddenly exploded.
The shock came way out of the blue like a missile. On Sunday morning, Daddy got on his knees with a two carat diamond ring and asked me to marry him! Almost anything else would have been a yes for me. I don’t quite know why, but everything changed in my mind. I suddenly became afraid, scared, terrified and more.
I was confused and overwhelmed. I had the immediate instinct and desire to flee. I was simply a college student in my regular life – and I knew as a male – I could never even think about marrying a man. As intensely wondrous as our relationship was, a man and a pretty young boy marrying, didn’t make any sense to me.
Even though he and I so adored each other, I found myself making the difficult decision to break up with the man I so loved and so greatly respected. I saw my future as a person in a much different manner. He said he understood the reasons why. I almost wished that he said that he didn’t understand.
I spent the next month conflicted and yet at the same time, grudgingly confident about my decision. So much of me still yearned for him. I had been so amazed with the trust and the ease at which I so willingly had surrendered to him and how he had so effortlessly brought me into the world of submission. I had so bought into his many dominant ways.
At least I had learned about my secret unknown passion for submissiveness. He was such an insightful and thoroughly enchanting person. He knew I was a naturally submissive gal when we first met. His awareness of me was often greater than my own. He could make me aroused by simply winking at me or even just looking at me. I never met anyone remotely like him.
Our emotional and physical connection had been so remarkable that I knew on that first date we were together, that he was special. The first moment we kissed, I knew that I needed to be bred by him! Had I been turned into a slut?
Unsafe sex with a man was never my way. As crazy as it seems, it just seemed natural that I should be injected with this enchanting man’s genetic material. I wanted to experience that I was actually and genuinely mating with him. It was so much more than amazing. It was my spiritual journey into what I believed was true womanhood.
In my heart at the time – I felt that I was surrendering to him in the same manner as a breeder submits to her mate. The power of our bond had been so incredible and so strong. For each of our five full weekends together I had been trustingly collared, bound and even chained at his whim. In my heart and in my complete surrender, I had demonstrated that I was truly his.
My self-examinations had me wondering just how strange and perhaps even how perverse I had become during that time. Being a man’s dutiful submissive was perhaps too twisted and extreme – yet I was truly melancholy and sad and unable to fully understand why I so missed being with him so much.
I was sorrowful and a bit miserable. Being with him had been a truly genuine expression of who I was and who I simply enjoyed being. It hurt knowing we were through as lovers and friends.
Daddy had been so very good for me. He made me feel very beautiful, most appreciated and he made me feel uniquely special as both a transvestite and as a person. I never felt more wanted, more valued and more cared for in my young life.
Back at college, I was at least more focused on my studies. My grades had been good first term, but all my classes were easy 101’s. I knew that the second semester was going to be far more challenging. I needed to stay focused and at least my studies helped keep my mind off of him.
Now that I was taking Abnormal Psychology, I was all eyes and ears. I found the discussions about sex related conditions and addictions to be fascinating. Concepts such as sex addiction, nymphomania, and practices like Bondage and Discipline in the sexual arena had my complete attention. I certainly found myself relating to those subjects!
Interestingly each of the conditions of those sexual practices were very well defined. There were six characteristics in the disorder of a sex addict. There were seven for a nymphomaniac and there were many for numerous other conditions. I wasn’t shocked to check off all the boxes in nymphomania and sex addiction for myself except for but one of each. With him, though, I had really become quite the definition of a slut!
I was realizing that my relationship with my Daddy had been to the very extreme – at least as the world of Psychology seemed to view it. My mind still often drifted to how much I missed our time together and our intense closeness. Perhaps most of all I missed our genuine and simple love and appreciation for one another.
On weekends, I went back to my routine of going out to the club as Cari on Friday and Saturday nights. The girls kindly said they had missed me. Even though I had literally disappeared for six weeks, it seemed like I had just been here all along at the bar. In the next three weeks I didn’t meet a single guy that I felt any real attraction or like for.
I had to accept that I needed to adjust. I got closer to my fem friends and went to a crazy party one Saturday night with them. Transvestite / admirer parties must be the wildest parties in the world! I saw some of my girlfriends doing some very shameless things! I could have written a book on the naughty happenings there that night!
Four weeks later, I was sipping a free drink at the club on Friday night. Things were busy and a little loud when suddenly I spotted him entering through the doorway. Immediately my heart jumped and I was filled with both fear and anxiety. I felt drawn to him, but at the same time I was also afraid to approach him.
He spotted me almost right away. When he came over to me just seeing his face made me feel weak. We hugged and I struggled to hold back tears. This was the man that I had called home. This was the man who I truly had felt. I held him and like a little child, I didn’t want to let go.
As we hugged, I wondered why I felt so emotional and still so drawn to him. How could I feel so needy and powerless in spite of our reality? I was still apparently under his spell yet I knew that it was I who had drawn the line about the marriage thing. I still felt the conviction to hold my ground.
He told me how good it was to see me. He told me he had thought about me every day. I admitted that I felt the very same way. I was shaking, fearing I would melt and that I had no will or any standards. I was feeling fragile and also vulnerable. Still, I didn’t want to be dishonest with a man with whom I so greatly cared for and respected.
His smile lit me up like a welcoming party. He moved close and whispered to me. “Let’s spend time together – no strings.” He said softly looking deeply into my eyes. “No marriage stuff, no pressure, no expectations other than our spending some time with each other.” He said in an assuring, melodic tone. Would I be the moth drawn to the flame?
In but two sentences he had allayed every one of my fears. For whatever reasons I didn’t need any more convincing. My heart told me exactly what to do. I decided right then and there to go home with him!
I drove in my car, while following him to his house. My excitement for him had apparently only been on temporary hold – as I couldn’t wait to be back in his home! I felt that re-kindling our relationship was the right thing for me to do.
Inside the door we kissed again and oh my – some things just feel so perfect! He walked me into the living room and took something out of the drawer. Showing it to me he asked – “How about being my property instead of being my wife?” He asked with a sly, sexy grin.
I simply smiled back at him like it was all a dream. “Oh Yes Daddy!” I said, elated and delighted. The black studded leather collar represented everything that had been right with us. I was led to his bedroom by the short chain on the collar.
I was thrilled and afraid, but I think it was definitely very real excitement. I already knew when we talked at the bar that I couldn’t wait to submit to him again. I wanted to once again become his, and in his collar, I was indeed his already. Emotionally my surrender was already complete.
I was quickly stripped by him of my dress, stockings and heels. Feeling helplessly vulnerable made me feel a surge of excitement and passion beyond belief. Naked in front of him I felt comfort and bliss. I was then kissed deeply. I was home. I was his. I was just where I needed to be and truly where I wanted to be.
He had me kneel as he controlled me with the short leash. I didn’t need any help to guide me to suck on his cock. It was like I hadn’t been fed in the past four weeks. With my arms poised perfectly behind my back, I found him to be more delicious than ever.
My deep throating skills were still as good as always with him. He was beside himself with my accomplished and enthusiastic efforts. His moans drove me onward. While fully skewered with his thick hardness in my mouth, my lips soon kissed his balls. I had once again taken all of him. Suddenly he pulled me to my feet by the leash.
He lifted me onto the bed like I was a little girl making me breathless. He pulled the rest of his clothes off as we met again atop the bed covers. The deep tongue swirling kiss he gave me had me gasping in need and lust. Oh my, I already could feel him!
He put me on my back and bent my ankles and legs back. His tongue found my anus and I knew this was as close to heaven as any girl like me could get. I squealed in delight as I helplessly felt him delve and work his tongue deep into my most intimate place.
Once again I was allowing him to own me. I still had the profound belief that every part of my body was for his pleasure. Ironically it was I who was perhaps most pleased by this all.
He did as he wanted making my anus as ready as it ever had been. I loved every moment. I was biting my lip to help fight off my orgasmic urges.
He knew I could orgasm from his skilled arousal of my anus and yet I needed to return myself to the submissive mind-set that I had been taught. I needed to be most disciplined in my behavior for him. I was helplessly his and my happiness was beyond profound.
I could and would not allow myself to orgasm before his. Our arrangement and relationship was always predicated on my dedication and my focus on his pleasure. He had made me his submissive yet it was I who so willingly released my body and soul to him for his use.
When he relented from his oral attentions to my opening – I felt like it was Christmas when he lifted me atop him. He wanted his girl to sit on his huge eight inch mushroom headed cock. I was always so enthralled and mesmerized by it. I was in joy and so anxious that I was hasty.
He didn’t exactly slide easily inside, but I made double sure he did! I joyously began to ride his huge cock until I felt the wonder of feeling his huge balls at my anus. The wondrous sound of my ass slapping against his flat pelvis was music at its best. I was already pleased beyond pleased.
I was crazed in the lust and wonder of having his beautiful over-sized manhood inside me again. I had so missed my Daddy. Now I was at peace with myself as my cock bounded furiously against his belly as each of my rapid fire down strokes was met with my Daddy’s powerful up thrusts.
I was crying out in delight and bliss. Being his property was so much better than marriage! The collar and leash were only symbolic because I was surely his!
I was already getting so near to losing all of my control. I could easily orgasm from such deep penetration. I was biting my lip and breathing hard. This was the wonder and joy that I had so missed.
It had been a month but it had felt more like years, but now suddenly I felt like he had never been gone. I rode him with a passionate hysteria that fed a need greater than any time in my young life. The wonder of his huge cock inside me always frazzled me. My wildest dreams were once again perfect reality.
The overwhelming sensations of having his long, thick, bulbous headed cock invading my depths is so cathartic and indescribable. He feels like he’ll split me in half yet his organ also feels like it is in my belly and chest somewhere deep inside – yet the pleasure is immensely intense.
The raw power and size of his hard, raging cock, ignites every nerve in my sphincter and anus. I never regret having his horse like organ invading my depths. He is putting me into orbit and into spiritual wonder. His skill and lovemaking rocks my entire essence.
Suddenly Daddy turns his girl over and takes full charge of me. Daddy bends my legs so that my thighs are pinned down into my rib cage. My ankles are in his hands and are pressed against the pillow next to my ears. In the purest helplessness, my arms can only flail. I am however, able to manage to take hold of his powerful and muscled buttocks with my hands.
His cock is probing and skewering my ass while he is grinding intensely downward. He is driving his prick so deep inside me that I can only moan in helpless disbelief. Amazingly I am holding on for dear life yet I help guide his powerful thrusts with my hands!
I dig my long nails into the hard muscles of his relentlessly driving ass. His power and prodigious grind is unyielding. His commanding, driving strokes are so intense that I fear I might pass out from the pleasure and discomfort of being so completely skewered by his monstrous member.
He is growling almost like an animal. Now I am able to clearly sense that my Daddy is near. Daddy loves to finish himself off in my deepest places. I am excited beyond belief as I revel in the simplicity of my submissive helplessness. It must be quite a scene reflected in the large mirrors on his wall.
I squeal and cry out in high pitched wails as each thrusts finds home. I am pinned like a gymnast as my Daddy’s furious fuck strokes find places so deep inside me that I thought his cock might come right out my own mouth! I am skewered so helplessly and yet tears of joy are running down my cheeks.
Suddenly Daddy pauses and looks into my eyes. Do you feel me? He asks. Is he taunting me I wonder? I desperately scream it out. “Oh yes Daddy, I so feel you! I so do!” I am crazed beyond madness, yet I am unsure of his intent. I wonder if he is being uncharacteristically cruel. It almost seems ironic – but thankfully he quickly resumes his powerful, overwhelming thrusting into my incredibly needy, well used ass.
I am in such a state of overload. My vulnerable condition only fuels the wonder of my complete surrender to him. Though my insides are now hurting some – the rest of me feels like I am floating on air. As Daddy thrusts faster and deeper into me I know it is near his time.
With another mighty growl and a loud guttural groan, my Daddy is beginning his orgasmic release. He is coming while still thrusting into my deepest places in furious, animal like, stabbing strokes. I immediately feel the first shot of wet heat entering my depths. Then I feel another and then another.
I’m beside myself in pure rapture. The feel of Daddy’s swimmers filling my insides is the ultimate physical and emotional experience for me. I am already in tears. I am crying in true joy. I’ve now reached the moon and I’ve gone beyond.
I’m aghast and so thrilled at the wonder of having been bred like a stallion’s mare. The dominant powerful male is impregnating his female with stream after stream of the genetic fluids that perpetuate the species. Nothing moves me more than this! I am stimulated beyond what is humanly possible.
Now I am hyperventilating and I cannot help myself. My orgasm begins in quivering, pulsing, intense, ripples of pleasure, all of which has been welling up uncontrollably in my body for many minutes. Seconds later, I see stars. I see black and white and then colors. I am lost and yet now I am found.
My body trembles, spasms and releases itself into orgasmic shudders and waves of mind blowing pleasure. My cock shoots and shoots stream after stream between our pelvises. My sphincter spasms uncontrollably around his thick cock, bringing both me and my Daddy even greater delight.
I am astounded. I am overwhelmed. I am engulfed and consumed by his power, prowess, and skill. What a man he is!
I am staggered and stunned by the incredulous manner in which he has made me feel so complete. There are kisses and more kisses. I am again crying and tears are running down my face like the girly, girl that I feel I really am! Daddy sees them, wipes them gently and is delighted.
He smiles and hugs me. There is no need for any words between us. It all just makes so much sense. I feel him so very, very much.
I have no post coital regrets! The magic that resides in this room and this bed is undeniable. Our relationship is often complicated and extreme, but it is really very simple.
Even though some of my tendencies are close to being sexual issues – I am neither a complete nymphomaniac nor a sex addict – because in our relationship – (definitions six and seven respectively) no one is harmed by my behaviors. There is no reason at all to have to amend our perfect relationship!
Now each weekend, I delight in the joy of taking great care to excel at satisfying all of his cravings and all of his whims and his indulgences. I am growing constantly in learning all of those little things that so please him. In doing so – he takes care of each and every need and want of mine by my simple enjoyment and love for the grace of serving him!
I am a kept woman and I am his for a full 48 hours at the end of every week. For now at least, we are the perfect match. Everything is as simple as simple can be! I never planned to wear a diamond as a man’s girl, but at least for now, wearing his collar is far better!
I am the giving and submissive partner in what is my idea of the perfect relationship. Without having to be married at all – we have a closeness and magic that goes well beyond the entrapment of marriage.
What is the best part of it all? It is the simple and magical reality of bringing pleasure to a man. Because I do so truly feel him, we feel each other. I guess I’m old fashioned. I joke now that he is my husband but I do admit fully, that though I am not his wife – I am his and I am quite willingly owned!
