Teaching a little girl

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babygirl, bdsm, daddy, ddlg, first time, Master, virgin

I’d like to imagine that daddy has been around a bit. He’s had many little girls go through his home, he’s been responsible for teaching them and training them and then sending them off into happy relationships with other men who prefer their girls to be ready and willing the second they arrive. Daddy’s a bit different. He’s more realistic, he knows the hard work that goes into getting a little girl ready and willing! He’s had girls who gave up and went back to their old lives. He’s had girls who took years until they were ready. He’s had girls who were so eager to please he was almost sad to give them up.

So daddy has a whole arsenal of tools and techniques at the ready. He can handle any little girl drama that comes his way. He spends his days and nights teaching and training them, so nothing shocks him now.

(Incidentally, I suspect daddy also has a long term partner who is super grown up and sexy and loves him dearly, who is submissive and at the same time has a personality and a will all her own. The two of them spend heaps of time together whenever they can.)

So if his new little girl cries and cries and cries after daddy pushes his cock deep inside her for the first time, daddy will let her cry, and then afterwards snuggle up on the couch with her to watch her favourite movie. If she doesn’t want to snuggle, he’ll calmly restrain her at the wrists and ankles, and wrap her in a big bear hug. If she yells and screams, he’ll calmly fix a ball gag in her mouth. If she continues to struggle, he will put her over his knee and spank her for a very, very long time. And then, he will still wrap her in a bear hug, and snuggle her on the couch. And the whole time he’ll remind her how it’s up to her to fix her attitude, and that he has way more patience than her.

If his new little girl begs him the next morning to not fuck her, he’ll calmly gag her, restrain her, and fuck her anyway. He’ll explain to her that this is actually for her own good, he’ll rub her clit and point out how her pussy is getting wet, he’ll slick her wet slit and tell her how good she tastes, and he’ll slowly, methodically, push his cock deep inside her, while staring deep into her eyes.

Then again, if it’s been a few weeks and she’s still complaining, daddy won’t be quite as calm and reassuring…

Master’s voice

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fucking, Master, master/slave, terminology

“You realise what you want is totally irrelevant, right?”

“I was always going to fuck you tonight – you just thought you’d get to have input.”

“You get wetter and wetter the more I fuck your face, slut.”

“You’re just a collection of holes for me to fuck.”

And something he’s recently started saying, which turns me on like crazy, while also sending me to a deep dark space … when he’s fucking my ass, and it really hurts, and I groan in pain:

“don’t you mean ‘Thank you Master’?”

and I reply – “thank you Master” and give in to the pain.

the rules

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bdsm, Master, master/slave, obedient sex slave

God, what rules? I mean, I remember I wrote a list here a few months ago, right? Talking proudly about our rules? And hey, no surprises here – they’ve fallen by the wayside. Rules, I’m discovering, are less about “here is how it will be”, and more about “here is what I expect of you”. He changes what he wants, and I adjust. We may negotiate (sometimes of the “I love you and respect you and let’s work this through together” variety, and sometimes more like “Really? Strip. Present. Shut up.” and rough sex ensues), but the real essence of rules is that they are him dictating to me what to do. No more, no less.

Rules may exist for a night, a play, a week, or until he decides otherwise. My cunt is shaved or very closely trimmed all the time, because that’s a no-brainer. Why would I change that. Why would he let me? But I wear what I want around the house. Until he directs me to take it off, put on a g-string, and stand in the corner with my legs spread as punishment for covering my cunt.

Rules aren’t about structure, I’ve learnt. They’re about demanding obedience. They’re his instructions, which I must follow. End of story.

His whore

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ass, cunt, D/s, husband, Master, master/slave, rape, slave, submission, whore

calling me a whore in bed is part of the experience, knowing i am as wide open, wet and unable to refuse as a whore for sale is part of how i can’t get away from underneath him, knowing i’ve essentially signed a contract and he owns my body, my holes, this cunt of a gaping aching need to be treated like the slut i am … this is part of the deal. this is part of how he’s reprogramming my mind to be incapable to refuse

i’m woken at midnight by arms wrapped around me, pinning me while his cock pushes its way into my tight, dry hole, and i can’t think of anything but this moment, and the idea of begging for mercy never crosses my mind. can it be rape if it’s my husband and if i don’t think to refuse. if i think of it as rape, and i know that i feel i deserve it, it pushes me even further into the headspace. so let’s call it rape.

after the rape it’s the ass plug, forcing its way in and out of my ass so fast that i feel things tear and ache. and i don’t say no. why would i. then its his cock again, in my cunt again, and it’s DP, and it’s deep and hard, and i am screaming into his hand, but i don’t safeword, i don’t say no

so i’m his whore, he bought me, my holes and my wetness, my dry fear and my mouth, ass and cunt, he bought me and he can use me, and it may as well be rape, but i don’t want it to stop, but i should be saying no

Fucked three times today

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D/s, Dominant, fucking, Master, nipples, sexual slavery, submission

In a cunt so raw and red that normally I couldn’t even take one thrust. Now I’m taking him to the hilt, I’m so wet the second he grabs me. He tweaks my nipple, squeezing it until I want to collapse, and in that moment mentally I have collapsed – I’m totally gone, totally lost, just waiting for instructions. I want him to direct me, to instruct me, to control and dominate me so thoroughly in every aspect of my sexual body. So he tweaks my nipple casually in the kitchen while I’m fixing lunch, then he’s leading me, me on all fours crawling down the hallway, then I’m on my hands and knees on the bed, my pants on the ground, no foreplay, just his rock hard cock spearing me over and over again. He ties my legs so they stretch over my head, and my cunt is spread open for his viewing. He tells me to put my finger in my ass so he can feel it while he’s fucking me. He puts the dental dam in and facefucks me after pulling out. He bends me over in the shower and shoves as many fingers as possible inside me. Even when we’re supposed to be slowing down and relaxing after he’s fucked me til I can’t walk, he’s pushing me harder and faster, because all he needs to do is tweak one nipple, and I can’t say no. I don’t want to say no. I just want him pushing my face into the mattress and his cock into my cunt. He’s going to take my ass next – which I’ve never done. And I know it’s going to be agony. And I want him to do it, and I want it to hurt.

I want him to hurt me. I want to be spread open for him to hurt whenever he wants.