A DD/lg dynamic blog, with overtones of BDSM and whatever else I feel like posting. :P
(This is a sexually explicit blog. If you are under 18, Please leave now. I *will* block people.)
We’re going to play the game again pumpkin. You remember the rules?
One finger goes here *poke*
…and another finger goes there” *poke*.
Then we’ll find out how long you can lie there quietly before you start moaning like a dirty little whore and begging me to fuck you.
There are only two possible outcomes.
If you manage to last last longer than you did last night before whimpering and pleading for my cock, Daddy will give you the choice of which hole I’ll stuff my hard cock into tonight.
If on the other hand, you get excited too quickly and start moaning and begging for my cock even earlier than you did last night, then you’ll end up over Daddy’s knee with nothing to show for your trouble other than a rather pink and sore bottom.
Are you ready for Daddy’s fingers? No? Too bad… We’re starting anyway.
Ooh I want to play. Xox
She deserves a swift slap for pushing away.
A little insight from someone who has been in this situation many times:
She is pushing away because she can’t breathe.
Seriously, she is. No one can fit that much cock down their throat and still breathe. It blocks your nostrils from inside your throat. Trust me, I have actually had eight inches of cock down my throat.
Her pushing against his thighs is a relatively polite way of saying, “hey, I need to breathe now.”
A Dom(me) who punishes their sub for letting them know they need to breathe is not a Dom(me) at all, but an abuser. That isn’t okay.
Just a PSA.
Oh, how I wish I could channel Vanelope Von Schweet this week.
This is my brother’s favorite gif ever
Is this from Fruit’s Basket?
Reminds me of Vampire Knight…Zero deflecting a fangirl yeah? Though the blue school uniform wouldn’t be right for a student attending their school…hmmmm
I’m pretty sure that’s meant to be Ouran High School Host Club, actually. Looks like Tamaki dancing away from a fangirl. Right uniform, too.
Hello again, dear Followers. I need to ask you to bear with me, again.
A few months back I posted on how I am not only a little, but sometimes I act as a Mommy, too (though not a biological one. I have a little of my own.) My little boy is named Jayson, but I often call him my little prince.
Jayson’s real life girlfriend was hit by a drunk driver last night, whilst walking from her college campus to the bus stop to come home. Jayson was at work at the time.
Luckily it isn’t as bad as it could have been, as she was apparently able to mostly dodge him. She has a fractured pelvis and femur, and a couple of slipped discs. She was awake, however the pain medicines weren’t working, so they had to induce a coma. There is no neurological damage, and as far as I know they think she’ll be okay.
But someone has hurt my baby, my family, so I am not in my usual mindset. I am in full-on Mommy mode, and I’m sure it’ll be that way for a while. I may be going up to be with him for a couple of days while she’s out, for support, if he wants me to. Nothing in certain yet, but either way I’ll be mostly absent for a while.
Thank you for understanding.
I so need Daddy hugs, today. It’s been horrible so far. I just want to curl up in a ball and cry, right now.
I had to get up early to take my car to the dealership this morning. I was supposed to take it to be inspected, but noticed yesterday driving home that they had not, as they claimed, replaced the sensor yesterday, as the check engine light was still on.
I arrived at the dealership and told them this, only to be told; “Well, they had to order the part in. You just left yesterday and we couldn’t find you to tell you.”
No. You came and told me my car was ready, that the sensor had been replaced, and that I was free to go. You gave me my keys yourself, and told me I needed to drive it a day on the new sensor and come back tomorrow to get it inspected.
To be clear, when I bought the car last month the inspection was about to go out. I was told that an inspection and new sticker would be included with purchase, and would be done when I came to pick the car up. Not only was this not done, but I’ve now been back FOUR times to get it done, and it still isn’t done. My inspection sticker is now almost two weeks out of date, and I’ve wasted at least a half-tank of gas going over there. I’m pretty pissed.
But it doesn’t end there. My mother, bless her soul, has done every possible thing to make my day a living hell. She has cursed me for needing the scissors at the same time she did, for a project SHE assigned. For the fact she can’t get anything done, and for asking questions in defense of my own professional safety. She has blamed things on me that I clearly didn’t do. She has just generally been a great big helping of mean-spirited bitch all day.
Oh, did I mention I’m working all day the next three days? Mmhm. But the person I’m covering decided not to go on vacation after all, and since I already turned in my time sheets as requested, I have to work the hours anyway. So that’s four extra hours a day with her. Oh, and she made sure to bitch to me that I must be absolutely busy every second of my shifts, because she will “get in trouble” if I’m not, since my co-worker and I will both be here.
I’m a receptionist. I do odd jobs and answer the phone. It will be very hard for me to NEVER be sitting around waiting for the phone to ring for THREE DAYS. This especially pisses me off because no one else is held to this, especially my mother. She frequent updates her Facebook page and conducts personal business on company time. But apparently either people only care about what *I* do, or she’s lying to make me feel bad. Which wouldn’t surprise me in the least.