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*lead to His seat by the leashed collar around the neck of His wench*
He sat down, watching her kneel for Him…
“Closer girl, I want to feel your heat on My skin”
As she crawls closer, she bites her lip and looks down with a soft blush upon her face, a tug of the leash brings her soft eyes up to meet His, “Closer” He whispered. Nestled up to Him she refrains from looking away, her mind is racing, the questions flutter her mind. He knows her mind is twirling with the dancing of thoughts…kneeling for Him, watching His eyes all the while playing the mind fuck shuffle He has stirred up in her.
He is pleased, very pleased with what He has created. This wanton creature who will do what ever He says, asks, or demands, just to please Him, so her soul can feel alive, so she feels her place in this great big world, to be reminded her only purpose is to serve Him.
Several moments go by, she continues to watch His eyes, the longer the silence lasts the faster the mind fuck shuffle plays in her head, she feels the pussy that belongs to Him clench between the kneeling legs, she wonders if He knows the monster He has created in her. The lustful creature that in moments like these she has a great deal of trouble controling. She thinks, He knows she has no control, she graciously gave that to Him long ago…
He interrupts her thoughts with His velvety voice…”Take your hands and present My breasts to Me, hold them up for Daddy” she slides her hands up her sides and lifts each breast and craddles them in her hands for Him. His eyes see the hunger in hers, He leans forward and takes each nipple and firmly pinches them and whispers to her “Use your hands to spread My pussy for Me”. she blushes and slips her hands down below, her blush brightens when she feels all the moisture, she takes each side and opens wide for Him.
Still feeling His breath against her ear, her head swoons, He whispers “Now lean into My shin, I want to feel My pussy, wench” she complies and moans softly as the clit touches His leg…”Such a compliant girl” He whispers while pinching the nipples harder. she moans softly and He returns to sitting upright in His chair.
“Craddle these beautiful breasts and show them to Me” His voice calm and like silk against her ears, she places her hand back beneath them and craddles them softly for Him.
He smiles down on His girl, her eyes brighten seeing His smile. “Dance for Me, wench” He tells her, she blinks, His smile gets wider “Yes, babygirl, dance for Me, do not allow this pussy to lose contact with Me”
The blush is inediable, she begins to move her hips and sways side to side, and up and down, feeling His shin bone over the clit, she feels the heat in her face, but can not help but to get lost in the dance. He leans up and kisses her softly on the mouth and whispers “Is this blush for Me?” He slips His mouth over hers before she can answer “Yes, my Daddy”, lost in the dance, lost in His kiss, lost the way with every sway of the hips brings pleasure for her. His lips leave hers, as He returns to sitting upright again, watching His girl dance for Him. The blush didnt register to her after that moment, she was suddenly lost in His eyes. “you could cum dancing for Daddy, couldn’t you, babygirl”? she bites her bottom lip and shakes her head yes, her dancing becomes faster, harder, and His eyes become brighter….”My girl likes dancing for Me” she replies with “mmhmm, please Daddy”
“Please?” He asks, her face changes with the desperation that is consuming her, “Please Daddy, i want to cum for You” He leans into her and kisses her softly and soon she feels Him pinching and twisting the perky nipples, she cries out “Please Daddy, please, please” His mouth covers hers again, ignoring her now muffled begging. she continues to grind up and down His leg, He feels her body quiver, He releases the kiss and says “Yes girl, give Me what is Mine” her body convulses over and over, He feels her warm juices run down the front of His leg and atop of His foot, “mmmmm such a beautiful dance My babygirl, but now there is a mess that needs to be cleaned up” she looks in His eyes and slips back from Him and leans down and licks up the juices she spilled down His leg.
Smiling He looks down to her lapping up His leg and foot, He grabs the leash once more and tugs it upward, “In My lap babygirl, you know where you belong”, she looks up and smiles….then thinks this is where i belong as she crawls up into His lap…Thank You, Daddy.
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Uncategorized on July 13, 2012 by fukpuppet
Two simple, soft, yet powerful words…hush girl…
i am unsure of why these words are as powerful as they have become, i just know they are.
He has told me to hush several times now.
i know i tend to get ahead of myself, and when i do..
hush girl….is all He says.
i know i tend to think negative of myself, it is not at any fault to Him, but yet i go there.
hush girl…is all He says.
Some things are difficult for me to wrap my mind around, so i go on my little frenzy of thoughts.
hush girl…is all He says.
i am sure His vocabulary is larger than most,
i am sure He could stop me in my tracks just as fast with a shut up,
but i do not feel it would make me melt as He reels me back in from myself.
There is something about this Man, i can not put my finger on it just yet, but i know this experience is going to amazing.
He said all He needs from me is to hush my obedience and compliance.
i fear Him, i am intimidated by Him, He makes my head spin.
He makes me hush…
i feel like i have found the One, that can save me from myself.
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Wishing you all a great new year or a new rear…wait! It is i that needs a new rear. Twenty swats with His hand and eleven with a belt….i think turning 35 in about a week will have me wishing for just that…a new rear! 🙂
Thank you all for keeping up with me this past year…i look forward to the next!
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Uncategorized on December 27, 2010 by fukpuppet
Caught up in the hustle and bustle and the spirit of things….Sending you all warm wishes and with hopes everyone found warmth and happiness this holiday season….Tis the Season….i do love this time of year…even if i’m a bad girl more times then not…
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That is like a golden rule right?
What kind of slave would i be if i spoke with mine full??
So if anyone wondered where i have been….
well i haven’t had a chance to say much, my mouth has been gagged or full….
Or a lil i’ve been a lil tied up….
Hope to get back to you all soon! 😉
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submission on October 4, 2010 by fukpuppet
Why is the MilkMan getting laid by every slut around? Is it because He is dependable? He always brings the fresh goods? Is it the uniform? Makes me want to be a milkwoman, i have a milk man….but of a different sorts. He milks my brain, for the dark hidden secrets that i sometimes hide from myself. He makes my heart pound, my mind race, my face flush, my nipples ache, and last but not least He milks my cunt, He dehydrates my cunt, He often leaves me breathless, lying in a puddle of my own cunt juice, begging Him to stop, because i can not take any more, but yet He always milks one more orgasm out of me. He doesn’t allow me to cum a million times with each session, sometimes it’s once, sometimes its seven, or five, it’s very random, but regardless of the number of times He pushes me to beg Him to cum, each session is mind-blowing and amazing.
He is one of my dearest, He knows things that most don’t, He uses those against me, in order for Him to find pleasure. He craves my orgasms like i crave His command to do so. We do not always get to play when we want, life has a way of showing us who is really in control. My youngest has a built-in “Momme is touching her cooter” alarm, so yes life gets in the way, but the storm that continues to brew in me until the next time i am allowed to please Him is always there…..brewing…..stewing….waiting for Him to want to use me…waiting for Him to allow this slut to please Him…..
i read puppy’s post, it seriously made my cunt spasm, while reading it, i was talking to The MilkMan in IMs, we had already discussed Him using me tomorrow, so the anticipation is totally doing cartwheels on my clit, granted, there is no blister there yet….but my cunt is an impatient thing, that longs for His command….
Here is what was said:
me: Omg
Him: what?
me: You need to read PuppyTales
No wait…..Maybe you shouldnt
Him: lmao
hang on a couple minutes
me: Yes Sir
Him: “force to fuck my cousin”
………smiles
me: Omg
Him: laughs softly…. certainly works for you
me: Yes Sir
…….I need to get a hitachi lol
…….My cunt clenched reading that
……..She really got a blister hahahahahaha
Him: you do
me: Yes Sir?
Him: lmao….. hitachis are pricey but if you had one it’s about the size of being fisted
me: i am going to explode come tomorrow
Him: lol… are you?
Me: Yes Sir, i am
Him: smile
me: but i need it
Him: smile
me: grins
Him: thinking of puppy with a strapon
me: You are?
Him: yes
………watching her fuck you
……… I wonder if you could suck cock while you were fucked
me: i would try my best for You Sir
Him: or … one of us could fuck your pussy while the other took your asshole
………and filled you completely…I think I’d put her in front…..her breasts pressed to you
me: Omg
Him: I haven’t seen a picture of puppy in a long time but as I recall she has kind of medium sized pretty breasts
me: she has large breasts….like mine
Him: smile
me: You have me wet
Him: smiles…..just from that?
me: No from all the mind fucksYou have given me about her
Him: smile
me: *blushes*
Him: hmmmm….and then of course there’s the whole business of having you play with her
me: Yes Sir
Him: does she have a pretty cunt?
……..I know you’ve seen it
……..think about it, slut
me: Yes Sir, she does
Him: is it shaved?
…….or does she have a little fur?
me: Yes Sir
……No Sir, it is bare
Him: so you know what it looks like
…….I’m sure W would be fine with having you shave it
me: Oh god, Sir
Him: just imagine puppy laid out in front of you…naked…legs spread
……..while you carefully, methodically shaved her
……..I’d want you to get her very smooth
me: Omg
Him: after all, if you were shaving her
…….. it would mean W had put her in my care for
the moment
………your fingers gently holding her folds back from the razor
me: Yes Sir
Him: not really playing with her…but still..fingers holding her clit back
……..covering it
……..touching it
……..protecting it
me: Yes Sir
Him: requiring you to lay against her cunt…rub your cheek…tell me if she is
……..completely smooth
……..her scent filling you
me: Omg!
Him: ……. whispering in your ear that she’s like a sister
me: Yes Sir
……Omg!
Him: having you trace her folds…look at them close
……..with your fingers in your cunt …feeling how wet you are
………pointing out what a slutty thing it is to get so wet
………from puppy…
………that would mean you were a dirty girl
me: Yes Sir
Him: there you’d be…face right on her cunt
………sooo smooth
……….you know she’d be wet because she’s just as slutty as you
me: Yes Sir
Him: so obviously you can’t lick puppy’s cunt
……..can you, slut?
me: No Sir
Him: but if I grabbed your hair and told you to stick your tongue out
…….and pushed your against her cunt
…….moved you against her
…….so your tongue swirled around her clit
…….ran between her lips
…….you would tasted her
…….leaned over and told you to lick her cunt
…….for Me
me: Then i would Sir
Him: yes slut,
……..then you would have to lick puppys wet cunt
……..and feel her hips move
……..and feel her cum
me: Yes Sir
Him: and you would be very very wet
me: Yes Sir
Him: like you are now, slut
me: Yes Sir
Him: good girl
…….we’ll talk about puppy tomorrow perhaps
me: Yes Sir
Him: get some rest puppet….you will need it…..
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i am in an odd place at the moment, my bruises have faded from the NYC trip, and i miss them, i want them back. The pain was oxygen to my soul, i do not understand my need or want nor the high i get from enduring such for someone. He was brutal, He was calm, He was pleased. my tears stained with mascarra flowed like the wine at dinner, but He caught every one of them, as quickly has He caused them, He in turn made them disappear.
i feared i wasn’t strong enough for His taste, i mean i wanted to please Him to my best ability, but the “what ifs” did find my mind. i am sure He has experienced better pain sluts then i. What if all i could handle wasn’t even an appetizer for Him?
He prepared the most wonderful dinner, He even allowed me to come over early to assist Him in the kitchen. (i was thrilled by this, i was one über happy girl) He made me a drink, and we chatted a bit, then He started giving me small tasks to do. My breasts were still tender from the first time i got to kneel before Him. The tenderness made me smile, i seriously have spent the last year of my life wondering if all i dreamt would taste as sweet as it did in my head. Turns out i was more than wrong. The reality was far more flavorful than i imagined.
After dinner, puppy and W left, i ended up spending the night with Master Chef. i do wish i could tell you all that happened, but it is a big thick fog, i just know it was one of the greatest nights of my life. i was finally me. He had His way with my body, the slapping, the flogging, the clover clamps, the tears that fell, the explosive flooding orgasms i got to experience, and the beautiful marks i got to take with me. i was never scared of Him hurting me. i even expressed to Him once, “i know You would never hurt me” His response, “No, but I will cause you such exquisite pain”….and He did just that.
So, what now? my bruises have faded, and i want them back! So, i am not sure i am experiencing some form of subdrop, one thing about Master Chef, His aftercare is amazing, He doesn’t like anything broken, He broke me down and put me back together, which i felt like i was new and improved afterwards. So, i am at a loss on why i feel so sad to see those bruises fade.
😦
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Uncategorized on August 9, 2010 by fukpuppet
* i have always felt submissive, and thought i was once owned, but actually looking back, it was just kink, i ran that relationship…although i have never really felt owned, i do absolutely love submitting to One….”
i will admit i was a nervous wreck meeting “S”, He scares me, He always has, so knowing it would be mere minutes before actually meeting Him face to face, scared the shit out of me.
i waited in the hotel bar, like He requested, i ordered a vodka sour with a cherry, but apparently the way those are made in NYC isn’t the same way they are made in BFE, i couldn’t drink it, it was gross (i thought about ordering a few shots of tequilla, but tequilla and i do not mesh well together). i sat there playing with my phone, telling myself it was no big deal, i was attempting to mind fuck myself in to just relax and have fun. i mean it was NOT like i was meeting a total stranger, i mean it was “S” for goodness sakes! We have spent hours and hours on the phone, we have exchanged thousands of emails, we knew each other, but something about being in His presence scared me…BAD!
i look up from playing with my phone, and there He was looking across the very dim-lit bar, we made eye contact and both smiled (now my mind is racing, do i hug Him, do i shake His hand, do i just sit here, OMG what do i do). While arguing with myself inside my head, He sat next to me, He ordered a drink, and we began chatting. i soon found myself at ease, i wasn’t worried about my hair, whether or not my lipstick was on, if i had a fat roll hanging out, etc…but the one thing i had trouble with the most, was making eye contact. Why was this so difficult for me? i mean you make eye contact and you can usually read the other persons mood. i however, did not want to know, i fear His eyes would show regret, i know call me silly, because we are friends, and nothing will change that, i knew that in my heart of hearts, but yet i still could NOT look Him in the eyes.
He even said, “you know, you can look at Me in face, eye contact isn’t restricted.” (crap! Was i unknowingly already submitting?) We chatted while He finished His drink, then He asked to show me around. We leave the hotel, i texted puppy saying “He is nice, we are leaving the hotel…going walking”. We walked for about an hour or so, it was a beautiful night, we returned to the hotel bar, but it was closing for the night, so i offered Him up to my room.
The hotel had super sonic speed elevators, which was a blessing because for the life of me, i could get a single word to leave my lips. Again, i was a ball of nerves. Thankfully, He is talkative, because i feared once in the room it would just be silence, oh yea readers, i am one shy gal (or at first anyway, then i get comfy and i tend to forget to hush lol )
The room had two beds, we sat down across from each other, on separate beds, we spoke of sights to be seen or not seen, my travel experience for the day and just other random things, i was slowing winning the battle against my nerves. He stood to leave and hugged me, then leaned down like He was going to kiss me, i look up in His eyes and He said, “Kneel for Me”, i am not sure if i spoke or just knelt, He began allowing me to kiss Him, it felt amazing. i have never knelt for anyone before, i was full of butterflies, and i was beginning to feel my heart begin to beat.
After several moments of kissing, He ordered me to remove my top and bra, i slipped them off, and looked down, He began to caress them and inspect them, He spoke and said “There isn’t even a single mark on them”, He started pinching and twisting my nipples, my body began to shake, my lungs began to fill with oxygen, slowly i was being resurrected.
With my exposed breasts in His warm hands, He rubbed all over them, softly and sensually, i began to relax, and then something changed. He was now slapping them, one, then the other, over and over and over again. i was truly in heaven, my skin once so starved of feeling, was now being fed gross amounts of pleasure. The pain tasted so sweet, i was on a sugar high, my body still shaking, my breath exscaping me, i began searching for another breath, it was unlike any thing i have felt before. The slaps became harder, i began fighting with my tearducts. i ordered them not to spill over, but i do NOT make a good domme, that or my tearducts are the brattiest of brats. The tears started crawling down my face, He wiped my face and said “Hmmm, are you sure you aren’t faking theese tears?, “No Sir, i was trying to hold them back as long as i could”. He replied, “Why would you deny me what is mine?” i said now sobbing “Because, i don’t want you to stop” He smirked by saying “you do not control when or why I stop, understood?”….”Yes Sir”….
i can not wrap my mind around every word or action that was said or done, i just know i was alive and it felt wonderful, my breasts were red and full of heat, still i wanted more. He denied me more, He said goodbye and left me kneeling…and of course wanting more.
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The morning after…
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*slips in….looks around….*
Holy crap Batman…it’s been a while ….i need to knock some cobwebs down in here. 🙂
Well folks, i have been busy as a beaver (but my beaver hasn’t been busy at all….i can’t get no…satissssfaction….) i have moved in my absence from this lil blog, i have been working, and i have been on a self-induced pity party from hell. Now i am back …back in black….so i am taking down the banners that announced, i was partying like it was 1999!!!…next time it will be pity party…party of one. 🙂
puppy and i are off to NYC next week…oh the fun, the excitement, the orgasms in store or denied to her!!! 🙂
So, i finally get to meet “S”…im excited about that as well, so the mind fuck is in full swing, will we hit it off? What will happen if we feel that connection? He is a sadist (shivers) but He is a great person. What if i bore Him to death? What if i just come across as a country bumpkin and not the (cunt)ry girl i am hoping for?? Well, i have a plan b with Him. Want to hear it? Well, i am thinking about wearing some mascarra that isn’t waterproof and inviting Him to watch Terms of Endearment….*giggles* (sorry i tend to tickle myself) Can you say foreplay??? Oh wait….or is that topping from the bottom? Okay, obviously my plan needs some work! 😉
So, puppy came to visit, we are both a ball of nervous sluts, she is dripping at the thought of her time with W…since we had much to talk about, we ventured away from our kiddos and went to a sports bar and grill for a late supper and a drink, (i had several….she had one) We laughed, and talked. We laughed and teased. We laughed and oh my did we laugh!!!…did i mention we LAUGHED?? Some guy bought us a round of drinks, neither of us knew how to thank some stranger for a drink that we really didn’t want, we weren’t there to pick up guys, we were there to be us, something we can not do in the presense of our kids. So, she asked W, i asked Mr. S (one of the most dearest of Doms, whom allows my silly questions and answers them well LOL) so with the advice of two wise men, we smiled at the man and had the waitress thank him for us. Oh my…i love me some puppy time!!!! 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀
my gurlz and Puppy
So have a great week people…and look out NYC…here we cum! 🙂
*oh i am a dork…and i hope at some point i had you singing a tune in your head*
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Daddy's Puppet Show 