Submissive Writing Challenge #3

I thought I would never [BLANK] but I did and here’s the story!

Submissive Writing Challenge #1

Our Dominants teach us so much about ourselves. What is something you’ve taught your Dominant?

What makes him a great Daddy Dom

In the little's group I run on FetLife, a new discussion was started asking what people thought a Daddy should be. It was a coincidence, because while we were playing Cellar Dwellers this week, I passed the storms writing out what my thoughts were on what makes Monster a great Daddy Dom.

Going to start this with a small disclaimer:

These are what my Monster is. I'm not saying it is a standard that has to apply to all Daddies. Just mine.

Thoughts on "Topping From The Bottom"

I said in my last post that I might write about "topping from the bottom." Monster read my last post and we got to talking about TFTB. So while it's still fresh in my mind, I'm gonna get it all written down.

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.

Thoughts on being ignored

Here lately I have noticed a trend on FetLife. It comes up every so often with new waves of people joining in group discussions there. The trend: Ignoring as a form of punishment.

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.

Sweet Tooth

Monster is a schmexy beast. This afternoon he was mowing and I watched him. Like the suburban mom checkin' out the gardener. I sat in the shade on my tigger and pooh blankie. My storybook/journal in front of me and I was mesmerized. Intoxicated by the sight. He had his shirt off and was working up a pretty good sweat. His muscles flexed with each push and turn of that mower. I saw those flexers and oh sweet pickles. I thought of those arms flexing around me. The way his muscles ripple in his back when he thrusts. Drool. Swoon. Oh, mylanta I need a cold shower. In the background, Marilyn Manson sings out, "I will break you inside out. You are mine, you are mine." I giggled to myself and thought, "why yes, yes. You are mine."

Sunburns and Pretty Flowers

I am a bad blogger/group leader. Bad Nightmare, no cookies! :(