Day Eight: Three Turn-Ons
Friday, March 30, 2012
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Words of Wisdom In the Frozen Food Aisle
Trips to Wal-Mart are never boring with my Monster. We go back and forth with witty banter the whole time. When we reached the spices I was picking up bottles and making up goofy uses for them. I grabbed a bottle of some fancy cinnamon stuff, made my comments, and then went to put it back. Me being the short stuff I am, I couldn't reach the top shelf to put it back. Which only ended up with me knocking all the glass bottles over. In front of an employee! I stuck my finger to my mouth, looked up and around, started humming, and slowly made my way out of that aisle. Monster then started yelling "wait for me! Wait for me! Dont leave me here by myself"! Gee, thanks for keeping it inconspicuous Daddy Love.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
10 Day Journaling Exercise: Day Six
I am cheating on this, because it was uber hard to narrow it down to just five people. There are so many people that mean the world to me.
Day Six: Five People That Mean A Lot To Me
Fetish Spankings
The evening started out just like any other night. Kidlet was winding down with a movie and I was playing around on FetLife and talking with a few friends. Monster sat quietly in his chair waiting for the movie to end. I knew what was waiting for me when we went to bed. As the last scene of Megamind came to an end and kidlet was off in lala and, my stomach began to churn. My swat time was drawing near. A nervous excitment washed over me and made time rush forward. One minute I was chatting with friends and the next I was going through my before bed routine.
A New Spanko Game...
The other day I was being a br…..mischievous little girl and was adding fetishes. Just to tempt a friend to add them to her list, because she was getting 1 swat for each one she added. Well, little did I know, that my Monster Man was keeping his eye on my activity on fetlife.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
10 Day Journaling Exercise: Day Five
This one is really hard. I can't really think of anything that I wish I hadn't done, because I have learned something from each mistake I have ever made. So here goes my attempt.
Day Five: Six things I wish I'd never done
Thursday, March 15, 2012
10 Day Journaling Exercise: Day Four
Oh, sweet pickles...this is a revealing one.
Day 4: Seven things that cross my mind a lot.
Physical or Mental?
This is a debate I have had with myself for several years. Which pulls me in more, the physical or mental stimulation from…well BDSM in general.
On a completely mental level, I shiver at the thought of being His. His play thing, His ragdoll, His little girl, His… everything. I don't need words or touches. I go all silly in the head when I think of all the things we have done and will do. I get dreamy and floaty. In a sexual sense, there are times when he doesnt even have to touch me to get my girly bits going. He just has to whisper three words in my ear… You. Are. Mine. Thats all it takes and I am falling over that edge into a world of sheer bliss.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
10 Day Journaling Exercise: Day Three
Geeze, these things that make you think. :p
Day Three: Eight Ways To Win My Heart
What Daddy Means To Me
He is the one that makes my world go round. The one that lights up the darkness and shows me there is nothing to be scared of. He kisses my boo-boos and chases away the scary monsters. He provides me with a love that is so powerful that I am weak from the beauty of it. He listens when I talk and provides his opinion when I ask.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
10 Day Journaling Exercise: Day Two
Probably going to be the easiest out of all of these. It's a non thinker. ;)
Day Two: Nine Things About Myself
The girl I was...
*Warning: This is going to be long**
The girl I was five years ago… Was broken. She had no hope left, but that which was placed in her son. Faith was an illusion. Not religiously, but faith in people. She had open wounds that felt as though they would never heal. Her mind was a pit of darkness that seemed everlasting She went through her days in a fog. Going with the motions, pretending that inside she wasn’t burning alive. She agreed when people told her “it’s for the better”, “you deserved better”, and the oh so famous, “you don’t need a man to be happy”. At the time she didn’t realize, that indeed, it was “for the best”.
Monday, March 12, 2012
10 Day Journaling Exercise: Day One
This has been shamelessly stolen from FetLife. I figured it would be a fun little journaling exercise to do.
Day 1: Ten things I want to say to ten different people right now.
Brat...it's not a bad word
I don’t know about anyone else, but I get my best thinking done when I am cleaning. Yesterday while washing dishes a thought popped into my head about brattyness. The differences of opinion some people have on the term bratty and just exactly where my thought is. Like always, it was pretty much in line with what my Daddy Monster considers cute and fun. Go figure…
Getting and Giving
As I was showering; sniffing up my bottle of baby wash, a couple of thoughts came to my mind. The first was holy bajeebus this stuff smells so yummy! But pooh, I’m almost out, looks like I need to get more. The second was a little more serious. It was about the relationship between Daddy and I. I can’t really describe what we have. Its just…us. No more and no less. The main thought was feeding. Feeding egos, needs, desires etc.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
What being a Daddy's/little girl means to me
What being a little girl/Daddy’s girl means to me…
Being a Daddy’s girl means love, cuddles, kisses, and hugs. Feeling safe and protected, while learning more about myself. It helps to heal my heart in ways I never thought possible. I know I can trust that every decision he makes, is with my best interest at heart. I can learn and grow and not be criticized when I don’t do something right. He is here to love me, all of me, and mold me. Mold me into a person that he and I are both proud of. He brings out all the things that I supressed for a very long time. He calls to the little girl inside of me and cradles her with his big strong hands.
Starting Over
Through the years I have had several blogs, on several different host sites. When Monster and I began our little journey into BDSM and D/s, I journaled almost daily on yahoo's 360. Sadly, when they decided to shut it down I didn't move my blog somewhere else.
After that it was one failed attempt after another. Here recently, I decided to start a music journal on wordpress. The downside, I didn't count the fact that our dynamic plays such a big part of daily life, that to a 'nilla person I would seem a little whacked out if I did songs that got a little...extreme. So here I am, yet again, starting over.
My plan is to get things moved over from my last attempt (pre-wordpress) to here. There are pieces I have written that I just love to bits. So I shall begin transplanting them here with their originally written date added into the body, but keeping the date I added them here current. When they all get brought here, then I will start with my current journal projects.
Here's to failed attempts and stubborn, bullheaded determinations. ;)
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