first meeting - written assignment

She was very nervous, excited and ready.

He lived so far away she guessed they would never meet. They had corresponded through the miles and over the last year. It began innocently enough. He contacted her with some innocent comment never meant to be anymore than a simple exchange that would be lost in time between them. She was taken with his openness and was humbled that He showed so much trust in her, so fundamentally at such an early juncture. It took her longer to give her trust entirely but now as she travelled to meet Him for the very first time she could think of nothing but giving everything to Him. Anything that he asked of her was His to have. She was His, body, mind and spirit.

He had travelled to her city for some business or another, but in that time He was making a weekend available for her. He had rented a small house on the beach in the south of her life in town. When she arrived He would be there. She imagined walking through door to finally meet the man she had come to know in every way but touch. She ached to know Him, please Him.

She arrived at the door and knocked lightly, suddenly nervous that she was standing in the open with only a short dress to comfort her modesty. As instructed she wore no bra or panties under the short red dress. Her hair hung curled around her shoulders and her feet too were naked but for the red of her painted toes. She knew He would strip her bare. She knew He would expose her for the slut she wanted to be, for the slut she knew she was and He knew it too. He had always seen it in her.

The door opened after she had waited there for minutes. Her eyes fell to the floor as He had said she was to do. She wasn't to look at him. The smell of sand and sea made her giddy and she could feel His height towering over her.

"Take your dress off."

A hesitation. She was on the doorstep. She was exposed, though the remote location gave her some comfort. She reached down and grasping her dress pulled it up over her head.

"Hand it to me."

With outstretched arm she offered the garment to him.

"This is Mine for the time you are here. You are Mine for all time. Do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy."

The excitement in her grew. She felt herself wet as she shivered a little on the doorstep. He reached forward and caressed her hair. His hand slid down her skin and cupped her breast squeezing slightly, pulling and pinching at her nipple making her wince slightly. His hands travelled behind her back. His fingers probed between her thighs. She opened her legs.

"You will not close your legs in my presence. Do you understand me young lady?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Good girl. Now you may look at me."

Her eyes met His as his finger slid inside her slick cunt. She gasped at this little pleasure He had allowed her. For a second she almost forgot she was still standing in the open. She flushed with embarrassment at the realisation of what she was doing. He pulled his fingers away and offered them to her mouth, tracing her lips with her own juices.

"Open."

She took his finger in her mouth, tasting herself, her tongue feeling the smooth texture of each finger. Her scent travelled to her nostrils and she drank it in. Her nipples hardened in response to this display of ownership over her. He pulled her inside and she knelt as he bade her never taking her eyes from His.

"Crawl."

As she crawled  ahead of him, he watch the rhythmic wiggle of her arse. He knew what was in store for that arse..if only she did, would she still be here? He knew that  she would of course even if she doubted it herself. He would teach her never to doubt herself. He would teach her never to deny herself. He would show her that she is at her best when she embraced herself freely and without reservation. In fact He would demand it and it started here, in this first weekend.

He sat in a large leather armchair. She was in front of Him. She was turned away with her back to Him, her face resting on the floor, her arms outstretched, knees wide apart and her round arse in the air, offered for His inspection. Her breath was ragged as she waited. Her puckered arse had been decorated with a sparkly bright toy readying her for Daddy's cock. Her pussy glistened in the sunshine entering through the windows. The clear blue sky and gentle sea breeze flowed through the window bringing with it the only sound she could hear, the ebb and flow of the sea waves rolling onto the beach outside the windows.

"Come here young lady."

He pulled her over his lap. Her embarrassment was complete. His hand began to warm her arse. Lightly at first, almost lovingly. The sting in her arse was building and she began to wiggle, squirm on His lap. As His blows got stronger the sweat grew on her brow. Relief came when He paused to check her state. Her slickness told the story of her reaction to His blows. He whispered in her ear. He whispered things that made His girl blush. He called her names. She was His slut, His good girl, His delicious little whore. The heat built in her cunt. The ache and throb in her pink wet flesh soon had her begging for His cock. She needed Him, she needed to be fucked. He continued to whisper to her,

"You are My needy little bitch. Squirming and writhing for Daddy's cock. You are My slut, My little good girl whore. Even so, I don't think you have earned it yet do you little slut?"

"No Daddy." she agreed in a ragged voice.

Tears welled in her eyes as her bottom became more and more reddened and bruised. She wiggled and squirmed on Daddy's lap. She was approaching distress but didn't want Daddy to stop. She loved the feeling of her bottom under His hand. She never wanted Him to stop, perhaps only to fuck her.

He pushed her off His lap to her knees. He bound her wrists and ankles and hogtied her. He stood, His cock straining against His trousers, His hand held her chin as He looked down at her.

"Now, open your mouth little one. You are going to please Daddy's cock. Then if you are very good my girl, Daddy's cock will replace that sparkly diamond in your puckered hole and Daddy will fuck your arse."

It occured to him that His slut was never so beautiful as now with watering eyes, her mascara smudged around them and her throat filled with cock. Her dark blond hair was twisted around His fist as He fucked her mouth and encouraged her gag. His power was clear as He blocked her breath with His shaft and when He allowed she gulped in the air that sustained her conciousness.

This is how their first meeting started. She was His. She was owned and she finally knew it, from the second she knocked lightly on the door.

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for you x

FIVE things

Daddy

ONE

Trembling in anticipation, I slip my panties off at the table as I look into your eyes I sit pretty, bare bottom on the hard wood chair. Red flushing through my cheeks, my eyes glistening with embarrassment and excitement. Handing my panties to you under the table you raise them squished into a little ball in the palm of your hand to your nose. You taste my excitement, feel my wetness. You lower you hand to your top pocket, then looking at me you change your mind, there is a glint in your eye as you reach back over the table place my panties delicately over the supper plate laid out in front of me. They must stay there until you say otherwise.

My face is flushed, I am dying inside but so very excited as I glance around to see if any other diners have seen. I can smell myself..I wonder if the waiter can detect my slut odour as he fills my glass with the wine. He cannot help but noticed the panties. I avoid his look and I feel nauseous wondering how you could do this to me on our first meeting.

                                                   

TWO.

In the crowded restaurant you reach over and brush my cheek with your fingers.

"Open your mouth."

I part my lips.

"Wider."

I open my mouth wide.

Your fingers slide into my wet mouth. They probe deeply, touching my tongue, inside of my cheek, slowly, feeling every pink softness. The other diners and the restaurant staff are noticing. The red flush returns to my cheeks.

"Suck."

My eye widen slightly, but I cannot resist and my eyes close as I feel the breadth of your rough fingers in my mouth. The coarseness on my rose soft lips.

With each small test I am mortified and aroused. I wriggle in my chair getting wetter and needing to touch. Needing to be touched. Needing Daddy, for whom I have waited so long.

                                                   

THREE.

In your car I sit as you have always required, bare arsed on the leather seat, legs apart. The warm night air rushes through the open window as the car slips through the humid night.

You drive, your finger probing my slick clit.

My little button engorged and excited.

My nipples erect through my thin blouse.

I am unable to hide.

Ready to cum, needing to let go.

Drippng on the smooth leather seat.

                                                   

FOUR.

Blindfolded, my eyes covered. 

Tethered, my hands in front of me.

Walked, led through the bush, soft underfoot.

Stumbling.

The humid night air flowing into my lungs.

Trying to keep up with your long stride.

I fall.

Your hand hooks me by my upper arm dragging me to me feet.

"Not far now, young lady."

My breathlessness grows heavy.

I have trusted you all this time and now, in our first meeting I am beginning to waiver.

My courage is diminished.

I feel myself more and more vulnerable.

My predicament clear.

The heat between my legs is becoming intense.

I lose my breath as I try to keep up with you striding through the darkness.

The twigs and small branches are whipping my legs, scrapping my face.

The sting of them sending me into a space in my head that I never want to leave.

The fear of the immediate future, palpable in my throat, begins to give way to the eroticism of anticipation.

                                                            

FIVE.

The space is dark, alive with the sounds of the night.

 My feet bare on the hard stone floor.

I hear the snap of cotton breaking. 

My skirt button pops and falls to the floor with a hollow tapping bounce.

I hear my skirt zipper, feel the loose soft cotton around my waist and then a sharp RIP.

My skirt is taken from my waist in one movement revealing my bare bottom.

I can feel your eyes burning into my skin.

"Legs apart girl."

Not quick enough I feel a sharp slap to my thigh encouraging me to follow this simple instruction.

Your hands from behind me slide to my waist and up to my breasts still clad in blouse and bra.

Some small protection from the embarrassment I am suffering with my dripping pussy exposed to the coolness of the air as it touches my slick heat.

My blouse is torn from my body. 

Then the cold metal which you hinted at earlier as my skirt button popped from my waist takes my breath away.

Trembling again not know whether it is with fear or...

The hard steel slides between my breasts. 

A deft hand slices my bra.

Breasts swing free.

A sharp breath in and shoulder straps are quickly gone.

I stand naked before you hands tethered, blindfolded.

"On your knees...Kowtow."

Happily, quickly and smoothly I am positioned to display myself for you, for your inspection, for your use, for your pleasure, for Daddy...

My introduction to you.



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while you get better...

I'll wait Daddy....

i'm back Daddy

I am back having done as i was told.

Panties off in the bathroom of the restaurant.
I removed my black heeled shoes and my stockings, my feet bare on the cold tiled toilet floor. I slid down my panties and stepped out of them one leg at a time.

Pulling my fishnet stockings back on I was careful not to rush and tear a hole in them.
Once the stockings were straight and in place I felt the breeze fly up though the tiny diamond spaces to my bare pussy. I stepped into my shoes. I liked the click-clack sound the leather shoes made on the tiles of the toilet floor as I tried to step into them quietly and delicately avoiding anyone else in the bathroom hearing and wondering why I had removed my shoes in the restaurant toilet. Screwing my thong panties into a little ball I placed them in the palm of my hand and thrust them deep into my handbag and returned to the table where my three girlfriends sat laughing with glasses of wine raised to their lips.

I had already begun to feel my pussy throb, growing warm and moist. I had already been pretty moist in anticipation of carrying out your instruction, but now, it was almost like I was opening, stretching, in search of something to fill my aching pink flesh.
I spent the rest of the evening through the main meal and then coffee squirming in my seat with the growing heat of my bare pussy.

After dinner I was wet and tingly. My mind drifted to my pantyless state as I drove home "sitting proper" in my seat, my skirt hitched up, my bare fishnet clad pussy wetting on the seat.

I had enjoyed my task.

Her...and She

Amazing post : Her (Vesta's Submission) cut directly down to my she. Clarified my delicious little whore..yes that's it, my she is two she's.

One she is Daddy's girl, a little pouty she. "yes Daddy", "Yes Sir", "Please Daddy can I?".

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The other she? hmm I like that other she. Maybe like Vesta describes, not very submissive. Maybe! there is no maybe about it! This she knows her power..the power of a slut. The She who is greedy, demanding, attention seeking, provocative..and revels in her whore. This she wiggles her arse in the knowledge of it's power. This she..the she that breathes with each pulse of her blood, this she wants to be taken and subdued. It's this she who begs for his control through her attention seeking, her wiggling arse. She needs to be spanked and she wants her cheek slapped. Surprised into submission, feeling his strength as she bend under him. 

musings on my direction..evolution

In May 2010 I mused on my direction. I was encourage to go back and read it having directed a recent correspondent to it.

There has been an evolution that I had not realised had taken place.

I have learned a lot.

The hurt my husband caused me has dulled.

I have come closer to an understanding of my submission and how I need to express it.

I remain cautious but am no longer fearful of the words.

I am not afraid of 'submit' and 'owned'.

They feel natural to me now though I have never been owned and who knows if I will have that opportunity.

"The One" never was..lol.

I remain untouched by another man.

Uncontrolled by a Dom man.

I am still a coward when it comes to moving outside my relationship for this in the ever lovin' flesh.

I thought there had been no change in me, but reading my second post ever I now know there has been.

The world begins to open up to me.

I am trusting more easily.

Daddy...Please :)

I am a Daddy's girl, a princess whore and finally freed to follow my bliss (and such a drama queen :))