Yes Sir

No more panties. No more bra. No more masturbating. No touching yourself. Your pussy belongs to me. Yes sir. This is the stuff of stories. Is this real or is it just a game?

I'm at work. I reach for something across my desk and accidentally brush against my breast. My nipple hardens and a wave of arousal washes over me. I cross my arms and secretly rub my fingers in circles around both nipples. A shiver runs down my back and I feel my juices start to flow.

I pause. Maybe I should ask for permission to do this. I text him. Sir, may I please touch my nipples? No. He's serious. A few minutes later... You may play with your nipples for 30 seconds as long as you take a video.

Thirty seconds is too short, I reply. Oh really, he says. I correct myself. Thank you sir, for allowing me to do that. Thirty seconds left me longing for more.

I'm so horny. All I want to do is cum. I ask if I may masturbate. No, he says. This is so new to me. Yes sir. I obey. What if my other partner wants to play though? That's allowed.

I wear my silky black nightie to bed. Tom moves his hands over the smooth soft material covering my back as we embrace face to face. He reaches between my legs and collects my juices, coating his cock with them. He begins to thrust between my legs without penetrating. He asks if it feels good. I tell him that he's rubbing against my clit. He turns me around and starts to thrust again between my legs, this time stimulating nothing of mine. Before long, he's shuddering through an orgasm.

We snuggle but I can't relax. Cum is dripping from between my legs and covering my thin black nightie. It's growing cold and clammy. Tom won't let me clean it up though. He reminds me of how much of a slut I am, covered in cum, and that I love this. My back arches as another wave of arousal works it's way through me. My juices flow with his. Finally he lets me go.

Sleep doesn't come easily. My skin is alive. My nipples are rock hard. My pussy aches. I long for release. My arousal is intensified by the thought that I've been able to please both people at once. Tom was able to use my body to satisfy his own needs without compromising D's desire to keep me on edge.

2 Minutes

"Go get Mr Buzzy," Tom instructed me. I stared at him for a moment, wondering what he was up to. "Go on," he urged. I hurried upstairs to grab my pretty little vibrator. "That chair over there looks like a comfy spot," he said, pointing to the big round papasan in front of the window. "That way everyone can see you outside," he snickered. Nobody could REALLY see me but Tom knew that I got off on the idea of being seen. I plugged in the vibrator and took a seat, waiting for further instructions. "Get to work," he said. "You've got 2 minutes." Only two minutes?! I wasn't ready! I clumsily searched for the "on" switch and focused hard on one of my favorite fantasies. It wasn't long before I started to feel the heat growing between my legs. I began to move my hips up and down, grinding my clit against that little purple nub. I could feel myself getting to that tingly edge. "Count down from thirty," I heard Tom say. "Nooooooooo," I moaned as the countdown ended. "Put it away," he said. And with that, he walked away, out of the room.

I sat there, pussy aching for more, mind racing. Groaning, I stood up and reluctantly got started on my to do list. About 20 minutes later, Tom came back into the room with a big smile on his face and said "Go get Mr Buzzy. This time, plug it in at the table." He paused. "Two minutes," he said with an evil grin, and then walked into the other room again.

I quickly got to work, sinking into another fantasy. It was easier this time. I visualized myself sitting in the "special" chair, the one with the dildo and the clit vibrator. It was running and I was all hot and bothered. I stared down at a paper on the desk. I heard my master telling me to write for him. It was so hard to focus on the words though. I was not allowed to make a mistake. I had to finish my assignment. The vibrations grew stronger though, and so did my need for release. I was not allowed to cum but I needed to, so badly. The tension inside me grew with each passing second. My master watched as I started to tremble and shake, trying to hold off on the orgasm that threatened to take over. He told me the consequences for cumming without permission. His warnings only pushed me closer to orgasm. 

I opened my eyes and felt the heat overcome me, moaning and grinding my hips. "STOP! NOW" I heard Tom shout from the other room. I turned off my vibrator immediately and whined as I felt my orgasm slip away. Tom pocketed my vibrator and informed me that he would be going out for a couple of hours. I sadly watched my buzzy toy disappear down the driveway.

I spent the next half hour looking at Tumblr porn and couldn't take it any longer. I had an itch to scratch and it was driving me crazy. I slipped my hand down into my pants and rubbed my little bud, twirling my finger slowly around my clit and up and down my labia. It took a while but eventually the heat began to build again and I picked up speed. Finally, sweet release. I twitched and moaned feeling my pussy clench over and over again. I was proud of myself for being able to get there without my toy. That can be a challenge for me sometimes. The orgasm wasn't nearly as satisfying as one had from the vibe but it relieved enough tension that I could get a few things done.

Later that evening, after Tom's partner went upstairs, Tom had me set up Mr Buzzy in the living room. We settled down for a movie. I sat between his legs with a blanket over the both of us. Tom instructed me to unzip my pants and get to work. FINALLY I was able to cum. What a relief after a day of teasing and denial. I came hard, trying to stay quiet so Tom's partner upstairs wouldn't hear me. The fear of being found out only made things hotter. What a great day.

Mini Skirt Waddles

A month or two ago, Tom and I went for a walk around the neighborhood after dinner. Tom decided that I needed to wear a SUPER DUPER thick diaper and a short, tight, shiny mini skirt. I was really anxious about going out like this because it was pretty obvious that I was wearing a diaper but I figured it was dark and late so we would be safe. I thought wrong. As we walked, my smooth skirt would ride up against the slick plastic surface of the diaper. If I didn't consistently work at keeping it down, it would ride up so high that my diaper would start to peek out from the bottom. Every now and then, Tom would tell me to leave it and I would stare straight ahead, trying not to think about who might possibly be seeing. The problem was, the neighborhood was hopping!!! There were cars with bright headlights shining directly at me EVERYWHERE! There was more than one occasion when my skirt was hiked up pretty far, not quite showing, but almost, and I just didn't feel comfortable making a scene and trying to slide it back down. I was definitely showing some leg. It was quite the exciting walk.

Punishments

So I finally sold my PT Cruiser on Sunday. I was elated. When I came back from waving it off, Daddy said that he still needed to have a talk with me about something I did. Whaaaaaat? But no! I was a good girl! Later that evening, we went back to the basement. "You know what to do," he said as he changed the laundry over. I rushed around taking out every toy I could find and then sat against the wall on the bed. When Daddy came in, he placed me into position and started to spank me.

"What did you do wrong," he asked. 

"I don't know! Nothing!" The intensity grew.

"You can't remember ANYTHING?" I wracked my brain, flying through the day trying to remember.

"I walked outside with no shoes on!"

"Yes. You did. And why don't we do that?"
"Because I can hurt my feet." The spanking continued.

"And when do you use your feet."

"All the time. Ok, I'll wear shoes!" No mercy.

"Correct. It's important to protect your feet so that you can keep doing all of the things that you enjoy. It's dangerous to wear no shoes on the driveway, especially when Daddy is working. There are paint chips and rusty nails everywhere. Where can you be barefoot?"

"On the grass," I whimpered.

Daddy then told me that had decided that I might benefit from maintenance spankings. He asked me how often. I didn't know what to say so he decided on every other day. I hate to admit it but I HAVE been sleeping better the last couple of days. Maybe it's the physical endorphin rush, maybe it's the extra attention, maybe it's the distraction from other thoughts. Regardless, it has been nice.

Last night though......last night was not nice. I have the day off today so I stayed up past my bedtime last night, which was fine, but eventually Daddy sent me off to bed. I was still a little wired when I got into bed so I picked up my phone and started doing more Bouncytown work. 'Cause that will relax a mind. :-P That's when Daddy walked in. "Hmmmmm....." he said, and then closed the door. I was scared! That's not a good sound from Daddy. I posted that I had been caught and then flipped the light off. That was the wrong thing to do.

A couple of minutes later, Daddy walked in and flipped me over and started pounding on my butt at first. Then he flipped be back around and said, "put the cover over your eyes." I did and he started pulling my pussy lips apart. "What are you doing?" I whimpered. That's when I glimpsed a spice bottle going back into his pocket. A couple of seconds later, a fiery burning pain from hell started to engulf my girly bits. Daddy had sprinkled cayenne powder down there. The powder didn't hurt at all at first, until it got wet, which only made things more wet down there, which made things much worse. I frantically started to apologize as the pain increased. Eventually Daddy let me rush to the shower. It took a few minutes of washing things out before the pain subsided to a "good reminder level" as Daddy called it....a 6 on the pain scale. "When you go to bed, there will be no Bouncytown work, no Facebook, no Slack, no emails, no text messages, no Fetlife, no Pinterest.....Is there anything else? Are you on Twitter? Are you on Instagram? No more phone after you go to bed."

When I woke up this morning to see Daddy's comment "o m f g Seriously?" I felt guilty. It was worse than the cayenne pepper or the spankings. I don't want to make Daddy mad. I was just being silly and thought that it was a game. I'm starting to think differently now.

Cruisin' for a Bruisin'

Daddy told me on Wednesday that I would get spankings every night until I sell my PT Cruiser. Midday Thursday, Daddy asked if I had sold it yet. When I said no, he told me to get him a stick that he could use for my spanking later in the evening. I thought he was kidding. When it was time for bed, Daddy took me upstairs and told me to hand him the stick. I hadn't picked one so he bent me over the side of the bed and started kneeing and kicking me in the thighs and butt instead. It hurt!!! A lot! When he was done, he put me in a diaper and tucked me into bed telling me that he loved me and suggested that tomorrow, I would get him a stick, right?

Friday evening came and went with lots of threats of spankings but no follow through. I figured the game was over. Then came Saturday. Daddy warned me all day that he had two spankings to give since he had to make up for Friday. That night, he told me to get him a stick. I whined at first so he said ok, we can do the same thing as Thursday night then. Thursday hurt a lot so I ran downstairs to grab a stick. He met me down there and picked up a few of the toys that I had set aside because they were TOO ouchie. "Let's go!" he said, pushing me over towards the bed in the corner.

I was definitely in littlespace and I was angry. I hopped up onto the bed and burried my face into the mattress. Daddy came over and placed his hand around my waist and then started smacking me with the wooden spoon saying that this was just a warm up for fighting with him and not getting him a stick. It hurt sooooo bad though! This wasn't a warm up!!! He asked me what I'll do next time. I started fussing and refused to say at first but he kept going so I gave in and shouted that I'd get him a stick next time. He stopped for a moment and I started kicking. "Go ahead. He said. Get it out." I stopped. "It's ok. Keep going." Humph! I didn't want to do what he told me to! I was angryc!

Daddy picked up the tube thing and the metal cane. NOOOO! I flipped over on my back, covering my bottom, and shot him a grumpy look. "Ok then," he said, grabbing my legs and pulling them up like he was changing me. He held my legs up and continued with the spanking. I was on the edge of tears. He let me go so I scooted all the way to the back corner by the wall. "That was for Friday night. Let's do Saturday and we're done."

He grabbed my arm, pulled me over the side of the bed, and started up with the spoon again. He kept asking me questions that I had to answer. I didn't want to but the spanking hurt too much so I did. I tried to get away one more time so he grabbed me by the hair and held my face down to the ground. I relented and let him finish the job.

Before putting the toys away, Daddy held each one in front of my face and told me to kiss it. I grumbled so he took a fistful of my hair and held my head in place. I resentfully kissed them and put them away. Daddy brought me upstairs, diapered me up, and snuggled me in bed saying he loved me. He told me, no phone for the night and I should know what would happen if I did try to use it.

I was in littlespace the whole time and I was angry. My "little" emotions can be fierce so I was feeling it strong! I did NOT want to give in. I did NOT want a spanking. Usually I'm pretty well behaved but I didn't want to behave tonight. Even at the end, I felt the incredible urge to grab the toys and throw them across the room. I was feeling fiesty and wanted to challenge Daddy's will. Even now, I feel like I wanted him to break me down. Push me to the point where I'm a weepy mess. It was really strange though because there were moments where I would slip into deep inner child mode and start feeling abused almost. I had to keep pulling myself out of that space and reminding myself that this was a fun sort of scene and that I wasn't being abused. I've never had to fight myself that hard before. I wonder if that feeling would have gone away if we had wandered into some deeper pain.

Car Hopping

Daddy and I recently went car shopping to replace my old PT Cruiser. As soon as we arrived at the car dealership, Daddy instructed me to go take my panties off. I obediently scurried into the ladies room and did as I was told.  It was a hot summer day so I had worn a relatively short dress. This is going to be interesting, I thought to myself. I felt naked as I walked back out into the lobby and obsessively smoothed the back of my skirt down afraid that I might be exposing myself.

As expected, Daddy wanted to be thorough about checking out the new car. The first thing he did was ask me to look for rust on the undercarriage. Feeling clever, I hurried around to the opposite side of the car facing away from the salesman and the rest of the car lot, dropped to my knees, and peeked under the car, making sure to keep my hips low just in case someone was passing by. 

After quickly looking things over, I popped up and shot Daddy a cheeky grin exclaiming that everything looked good. Daddy smiled back playfully and asked me to test out the back seats. I raised an eyebrow, challenging him, but he didn't back down. I looked around for passersby and then carefully climbed over the first row of seats into the back desperately trying to keep my skirt down. 

Of course, the salesman walked over and asked how things were going through the open hatchback. I assured him that things were fine but he didn't walk away. I couldn't stay in the back seat forever so I took a deep breath, tugged on the back of my skirt, and heaved myself back outside. 

Eventually it was time for the test drive. The salesman sat in the seat behind me, leaning over the front seat. I, again, did everything I could to keep my skirt tucked down as I hopped into the front seat and then out again at the end. 

That thorough inspection did end up paying off in the end. I now own that sexy new mom van. :-)

Good Morning!

This morning, I awoke to Tom tugging on the back of my pull up. I lifted my bottom so he could slide it down a couple of inches. He pulled me close and nestled his cock between my cheeks. I wiggled at him, encouraging him to go further. I was so aroused already.
"Hand me either a condom or some lube," he said.
I rummaged around in the drawer, trying hard not to stray too far away from the pressure building against my anus. I knew that he had just given me a choice of where I wanted to be penetrated. I refused to decide, offering both the condom and the lube but quietly hoping that he would choose the latter.
"Ok," he said, tapping the bottle.
I squeezed a glob onto his fingers. He quickly coated his cock and placed the tip against my secret spot. With steady pressure, he pushed his way inside. We both groaned in pleasure. At first he was still, and then he twitched and groaned some more. I wasn't sure what was going on.
"Did you cum?" I asked.
"No," he answered.
"You should," I said.
Without hesitation, he started to pump. I pushed back, trying to take him deeper with each thrust. It felt so good. Before long he was swept into a shuddering orgasm. I sighed, happy to have him inside me, happy to be so full.
Later, as we were getting ready for the day, Tom exclaimed while giggling from the shower "I peed inside of you."

Celebration of Love

Tom and I formally celebrated our relationship on June 27th, 2015. We've been together for 5 years now. We originally met at the Fetish Flea where I was doing a class on ageplay. Unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be at the time. The universe brought us back together though! We later met at Camp Crucible where we bonded in Kidz Kamp over diapers and humiliation. Not much has changed, I guess. Hehe. I remember holding hands with this tall, dark, and handsome, footie-clad creature of the night, staring into his smiley eyes, and falling head over heels for him. What a journey it has been so far. Can't wait to see where the future brings us.

We embraced our ageplay in so many ways for this lovely little event of ours. We had lawn games, s'mores, giant Jenga, coloring, balloons, and rainbows. The best part was having all of our friends and family come together though. There was so much love. It was really amazing. I'll cherish the memories forever.