Thumb comfort. When I can’t have Daddy’s, I settle for mine.

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This is so where I belong right now. So. Where.

theladycheeky:

mmmm  #LadyCheeky

(Source: houseoferotica)

I’m not usually one for fetish costumes. That said, something about the worried look on her face makes this real enough for me to find it sexy. She’s gonna get paddled for failing to dust the top shelf. And she knows it.

stolze:

Theme of the Day: Housemaid

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That’s not humiliating at all…

prettylittledirti:

daddy, can i please go to the bathroom?

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I can haz Daddy come back to bedz? Pls?

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I told you everything. I swear.

theladycheeky:

#LadyCheeky

extremelylimptulip:

LA REINE & LE VALET (by jean-fabien)

I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that anyone who “loves” a wooden kitchen spoon as a paddle hasn’t ever been on the receiving end of this kind of owie. It hurts. Just sayin’

deepervalley:

Back me up #14 /DV

ninanineta:

^_* (love to struggle!…make him work for my surrender!)

dr-tarl:

I absolutely love and think a wooden kitchen spoon is one of the best home made paddle items.  Look at that lovely color he is getting? 

I love how her legs are kicking like that and the bit of struggle, panties only partway down.  So much fun!

My Daddy sent me this picture this morning. It was so arousing that I got myself off in the shower thinking about her life. In my fantasy, he made her do things for food. Not just beg, but perform. Do tricks. Things like coming on command would get her a few spoonfuls of his breakfast. And of course, she could always swallow all of the come she could suck out of him.

I’m embarrassed by how much that fantasy turned me on. I came superhard. Twice, one on top of the other. I could barely keep from screaming. It was just that good.

I told you: don’t. fucking. stop.

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I want it NOW. I want it all, now! I want to lock it all up in my pocket…

continuousstateofdesire:

Keeping him in his place.  Even good boys need reminders.

“Kay, now just squeeze me back to let me know how much I’m hurting you.”

myass-yourhand:

I love the squishes. 

bongofurynyc:

Yes. Not as a steady diet, but…yes.

gmsinclaire

(Source: laveritenue)

Ummmmm. Has KinkyCasey been reading my diary???

kinkycasey:

Bitch baby Domme…

best recognize…

She’ll beat you with your own belt and call you Daddy ;)

She’s going to devour him. Inch by inch. Hour by hour. Until he’s utterly, hopelessly, completely hers. And nothing else matters.

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This sounds like me sometimes. I’m such a post-orgasm crier. And I just need to be held, and stroked and pulled against someone warm. Or, sometimes, to have my mouth pushed open by Daddy’s cock.

cupcakesandcum:

She always cried after sex.  I could never just leave.  Every orgasm was emotional murder.  The kind that left her a beautiful mess of angst and cum she’d then try to explain with disjointed words scrawled in moleskin journals.  She’d retreat into dark corners of her mind and I’d wait for her. Tempting her with light.  With barely-there kisses up and down her spine like drops of rain cleansing her of bad memories.  At first I resented them- those ghosts that turned our love-making into gang bangs- but they were her ghosts, and so I loved them like I loved her.  Completely.  Consummately.    

I remember the first time we fucked.  She ripped pieces of me away with her nails and her soul, as she screamed for more.  Faster.  Harder.  Deeper.  She asked for my cum on her breasts and then cried until it washed itself away. 

I learned quickly that the best way to ease her from her cocoon of sadness was with touch.  My fingers resting along her face.  Her head burrowing into my chest. My body covering hers like a blanket of fresh fallen snow, melting into her skin.  She was the sun.  But even the sun has spots of blackness.  She never looked more beautiful than in those moments.  Her tangled and knotted mane lying quietly along the theater stage of her pillow.  She was a beautiful mess and I loved her for it.  I loved her for it because I knew, inside, I was a beautiful mess, too.

-=C&C=-

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