his darling girl

Christmas Morning

I woke up this morning next to the love of my life.

He brought a special gift to me in bed.
A new day collar. Shiny silver metal. Perfect around my neck.
Then he promptly reminded me of what the collar symbolizes.
What a lovely way to start Christmas Day!
Now we’re off for a bike ride to the seafront. 
Merry Christmas Everyone!

Posted 1 year ago — 3 notes

The Way We Say Hello

I got home this afternoon with bags of groceries in tow. I had just begun putting them away when M. unlocked the door.

He stepped into the kitchen, leaned against the wall and stood there quietly.

I asked him what he was doing. He said, “Waiting on you.”

I’m supposed to stop whatever it is that I’m doing when M. comes in after work. I’m to greet him, help him put down and packages, and then I’m to go into our bedroom and kneel by the bed and wait for him. Usually he sits on the bed and I take off his shoes and his socks while we talk about the day.

I put down the last item in my hand and followed M. into the bedroom. I got down on my knees, hands on my thighs, while he took things out of his pockets.

Then M. turned and stepped in front of me, unfastened and unzipped his pants and held his cock in his hand for me to take into my mouth. He didn’t say a word.

I love sucking M.’s cock. I love taking him into my mouth when he’s not yet fully erect. 

He stood there for a moment and let me suck him until he was rock hard and then he took my head in his hands and began to fuck my mouth. I gagged. My eyes watered and spit began to drip. He kept pulling me to him and I retched a bit, trying to take all of him into my mouth.

After a moment, M. told me to get up from the floor and lay on the bed on my back. I did as I was told. He knelt over me, having me tongue his ass. Stroking his cock.

He pulled at my top. I untucked my camisole and unhooked my bra. 

“Squeeze your tits for me.”

I did. He came on them a moment later. 

Afterward we lay next to each other. Both of us spent. He smiled and kissed me. 

We talked for a minute until I said something snarky. M. stood up and got the crop from the wardrobe. I was told to turn face down on the bed to take my punishment.

Four or five stinging reminders that I shouldn’t sass him.

Then M. went to take a shower.

I went back to the kitchen and finished putting away the groceries.

This is the way we said hello today.

Posted 1 year ago — 3 notes

Asked by sirs-littleone sirs-littleone

Hello lovely - cumdoll has pointed out a few of your posts to me and I just wanted to say how much I have been enjoying them! Thank you for being so open and sharing so much here. I love what you write :)

Hello sirs-littleone

Thank you! I follow you guys under my main tumblr and enjoy what you post as well. It is good to know that others know where I’m coming from. 

I suppose I hope to show another side to the Dominant/submissive, Master/slave dynamic and I love to write about my sexy adventures with M. 

I’m learning every day and it is great to see others with a similar relationship dynamic. 

I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Posted 1 year ago

Not that Kind of Spanking

I love a good spanking. 

Well, let me clarify that a bit. I love a good spanking when M. and I are in the midst of sex. When he binds my hands and has me on my knees and spanks me while he fucks me, well, it sends me through the roof. When M. gives me a pre-fucking spanking with his hand, the flogger or the crop, I get all slippery. It is hot and erotic, such a pleasurable kind of pain.

That’s not the kind of spanking I got last night.

I got a spanking for being disobedient and disrespectful. It wasn’t playful or erotic. It was punishment.

Sometimes I take advantage of M.’s being a benevolent dictator. Usually not intentionally, but I push the limits and try to see what I can get away with. I get complacent. Then M. is usually patient with me, trying to bring me back on course. 

I learned last night that he isn’t having it. His patience finally hit a wall.

So I was pulled over his knee on the sofa and the spanking commenced. A hard spanking that had me wriggling and fighting until my socks came off. I wound up face down on the floor where M. finished what he’d started.

Afterward, I made the mistake of commenting on how red his hand was.

M. got out the crop.

Ultimately, I was ordered to get on all fours on the floor next to our bed and to remain that way without moving until told otherwise.

M. left to turn off the lights, brush his teeth, get his water, and whatever else he was doing in the other rooms. When he returned, he put my food diary notebook on the floor in front of me and told me to complete the task that I’d neglected in the first place while still on my knees on the floor. When I finished, I was allowed to get up and get myself ready for bed.

I deserved the punishment. Truth be told, I’d been asking for it. I mean, I don’t like a hard punishment spanking and I wasn’t wrangling to get one. However, I think I’d been feeling a bit stressed because I was pushing the limits with M. and he hadn’t pushed back. I know how I operate and I know that my self-discipline is for shit and I’ll try to get away with all I can at times. I needed M. to put his foot down too.

I can’t speak for M., but I think that he doesn’t really like having to be the disciplinarian. I think he’d much rather give me the carrot than the stick. Sometimes I’m a bit daft that way, not taking advantage of the carrot. I appreciate that M. is willing to keep me on track. 

After I got into bed last night, M. told me how he disliked my being insolent. He explained how my behavior had been disrespectful. He held me and stroked my hair and rubbed my shoulders. He made it clear that he will not tolerate disobedient behavior on my part. He made it clear that in the future, he will spare his hand and just use the crop. There wasn’t any ambiguity.

I respect him more today than I ever have. I love him without question.

Now I’m off to do the written assignment that he gave me this morning. 

Posted 1 year ago — 4 notes