Sleepless and away from home

Sometimes it feels like a passing phase, this thing called masochisim. There are times when it is placed so far back into the depths of my mind, that I completely forget that I enjoy the burn, sting, and pain of certain things.

Yeah, defiance pays off...

I have been a baaaaad girl. My headspace has been so...craptastic here lately. Not really at my best, but not at my worst either. Just kinda gritchy and defiant.

You suck. No, you suck

Yesterday afternoon, Monster and I had a talk. Here lately with as busy as he has been, our kinky side has been put on the back burner. Like, put back and semi-forgotten.

Things are slowing down with taking care of the in-laws and hopefully we can get back to some semblance of order. Our daily life as Daddy & his girl hasn't been affected. It's the kink that's changed. Our little explorations slowed down, a lot. So we talked about it.

Sadistic Daddy?

As contradictory as this may sound, it is possible to be both. I know it is something that can be debated to death. There are those that would say that if a Daddy is a Sadist, then he isn't really a Daddy at all. And for those that say that, it is true...for them, but not for me. That's the glory of this crazy world of BDSM and kink in general. You aren't in a cookie cutter relatinship, each one is different and unique. Like building your own sub, (haha) you get to pick and choose what flavors you want. It really is a "to each their own" way to live.

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.

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.