“I want to try anal”
The first line of me putting my entire trust in daddy last night.
“Are you sure, baby girl?”
He was so unbelievably gentle with me, I couldn’t have asked for anything better.
It all starts with a trip to the sex store to purchase new lube to help with our new adventure. We found what we needed and made our way home, ready to explore.
Daddy slowly rubbed himself completely with lube, then inserted a finger inside of my anus opening me wide, spreading lube inside ever inch. Then I could feel the tell-tale sign of him pushing himself against my entrance. Very gently he made his way inside of me, slowly pushing deeper and deeper. One sign of protest due to discomfort and he backed out pushing into my dripping wet vagina. Whispering to me how proud he was of me, he relentlessly used my vagina.
“Do you completely trust me?”
I feel him back out of me leaving me empty and waiting. He returns climbing on top of me. Next thing I feel is the cold plug entering my anus. Not nearly the same painful invasion but still uncomfortable. He plunges back into my vagina, giving me a completely full sensation. More relentless pounding and quite a few permitted orgasms later, he asks me if I will allow him to re-enter my anus. With permission he quickly removes the plug and slowly enters himself back into me. This time without as much hesitation from me and not nearly as much discomfort.
Back and forth between my anus and vagina he went until I could feel and hear him empty his loud into my vagina. A comforting feeling. Then the weight of a very satisfied man falls onto my back, both of us exhausted and in each others loving arms.
Daddy brought it to my attention yesterday that when we first met, we did connect on a personal level as well as a kink level, and now we are getting to know each other as individuals.
Daddy and I met in March, moved in together by April, after only knowing each other for two weeks. No wonder we are having a hard time coping with the difficult times that happen in every normal relationship. We are still learning how the other is going to react and what to expect from one another.
I am learning that daddy can be a little lazy, and craves attention. White daddy is learning that I can be a bit of a nag.
It’s a good thing we love each other, and both want to work hard to make this work.
Daddy and I are finding ourselves in a rough spot lately. After the “situation” I think we are both working towards redefining what we want in the relationship as well as where we want it to go. Lucky I think we are both on the same page that we at least want it to move forward as opposed to giving up.
Daily we are figuring out what we both thought the other person wanted, and realizing what is truly important to one another.
My side of the equation is still working towards regaining trust. A hard thing to regain. I am also working on realizing that daddy requires a lot of attention. I am trying to give him more of my attention, that way he doesn’t have a reason to go looking elsewhere. This is hard for me because it can impede on me keeping up with my daily tasks and getting things done before I have to go to work. But it is something I am working on and trying to figure out how I will make work.
Daddy is working on realizing what things I actually need help with as his “little girl” instead of assuming what I need from him. He is realizing things like, my eating habits are more important to work on than my cleaning habits. I am a fairly good housekeeper [if I do say so myself] and giving me a chore list isn’t really necessary and was starting to become invasive. I tend to not eat, that is something that I need help working on.
Recently daddy and I have been dealing with what I will refer to as a “situation”.
It has left me feeling, exposed, vulnerable (not in a good way), scared, and lost.
I know that due to these feelings I have been backing away from him and closing myself off, I am so scared of opening up my heart and being hurt again. I don’t want to feel foolish, scared, pain or betrayal.
Last night daddy tried to get intimate with me and I hadn’t realized how closed off I was until he touched me. I didn’t get the normal electric sensation that usually runs up my spine that I normally get. I felt fear and shivers. I didn’t feel like I wanted to be touched in the way that he was trying to touch me. I told him no and moved away from him.
Since last night I have had a mixture of feelings about the exchange. I am not proud of myself for denying daddy his given gift, I feel scared that I am going to feel this way for a while and it’s not something that I want to feel. I want to feel him pressed against me but I am scared that the same hands that pleasure me are also going to be the same hands that break me. I also want to feel safe with him and that I can trust him with my entire life. Its a difficult way to feel when I am being tugged in two directions. I don’t feel the same intimate feelings with him when the trust is tainted.
I truly wish I knew how to vocalize how I felt about this entire situation, but I am so in love with this man that I can’t seem to be all he needs. Before the “situation” and especially now that I am lost.
One of my biggest flaws in a relationship is that I am a very jealous person.. Irrationally jealous even. Self inflicted, anxiety controlled jealousy, that gets out of control and gets me into trouble occasionally.
Yesterday was one of those days.
Upon starting a fight with daddy that resulted in him getting out of the car and walking away from me, I later paid the price.
Face down on the bed, spanked until I was almost in tears.
“Who is my girl?”
“Who is it that I want to be with?”
This went on for a while, with tears welling up in my eyes and daddy refusing to take pity on me. Then I hear the tell tale sound of a zippy being undone and within moments daddy was all the way inside of my slamming into me relentlessly.
“Who is my girl?”
“Who is it that I want to be with?”
In and out harder and harder he slams into me, constantly reminding me that my jealous thoughts are uncalled for and will not be dealt with.
At the moment daddy and I are on the search for a new home to call our own. We have gone to a few viewings and have yet to find something that worked until the other day.
We found a place that we assumed would be perfect for everything we needed and checked off all of our check boxes. Only to find out that they decided to go with another couple to rent to.
I am not always the most optimistic person and get very discouraged when I have put my hopes into something. A few times daddy has had to remind me that we are in this together and we will find something better then what we were looking at. It just wasn’t the time or place for us.
Welcome to my Baby Girl’s blog. This a space for her to share feelings and experiences. It has been interesting for me to read these words. It provides me the opportunity to see things from her eyes. We look forward to being able to share with all of you.
I want to add my “two cents” occasionally. To add my own thoughts, to share some things from my point of view.
I am excited to be with my baby girl and build a life. I love her so much and am excited for the future we have ahead of us.
Daddy recently downloaded a new app called Trello in order to leave me with his expectations for the day, chores, food requirements and anything else thats going on for the day in a neat and organized area that we are both able to access at any time. So far it seems to be going well, we are using it daily and talk about whats going on with it throughout the day.
It allows daddy that ability to “ok” certain activities beforehand so that during the day if he is unable to answer as to weather or not I am allowed, I don’t necessarily need to wait for a response as long as it is already in the app. It also allows him to check up and see what I have been accomplishing during the time that we are not together, since there is a check mark box that I am able to check off after any task is completed.
Daddy has asked me on a few different occasions what I thought of the app and I have come to the conclusion that it works very well for the both of us. During the week we don’t see a great deal of each other due to our different work schedules but this allows me to keep up with the protocol of always following the rules without me being left questioning what is allowed and not allowed through out the day. I also think it helps us a lot with the meal planning. I recently asked daddy to help me with meal planning, as I am trying to eat healthier to combat my digestive issues in a more natural way.
Every morning he updates my chores for the day, his expectations for the day and what I am supposed to eat for the day.
All in all I give this app an A+. Daddy really knocked it out of the park when he found this one.
A concept that both intrigues and frightens me.
Daddy has brought it up a couple times that he would like to take a class on rope tying. I have always been interested in helping daddy to learn rope tying but I am a little scared about the concept of being suspended.
We were watching a video last night where a man was tying up and suspending this girl and she was very scared and I could completely relate with how she was feeling. The thing that does intrigue me is the amount of trust that you are putting in the person who would be suspending you. I trust daddy with all of my heart and I am hoping that this is just another way for me to put my trust in him and for him to show me that he will always take care of me.
I starts with a rawr of the alarm clock chiming telling us we have reached the end of our slumber and it’s time to rise. Daddy reaches to turn the blaring noise off and returns to cuddle me and ask if I am going to be waking now or later.. “Now” I reply. “Ok, up you get we are going to shower”
We both reach the bathroom at the same time and undress, as I wait for my next instruction. “Warm up the water for daddy pumpkin”. I climb into the shower turning the cold water to hot as quickly as allowed and wait for daddy to enter and envelope me with all of his greatness. Daddy lathers and washes me, allowing me to feel his amazing hands run through my hair. Once all cleaned, daddy forces me again the wall of the shower driving his fingers deep inside both my ass and pussy filling me completely.
Out of the shower all dried, daddy grabs me by the back of my neck and leads me to the bed forcing me over its edge entering my soaking wet pussy with ease, reminding me over and over who’s body it was and who would use it al their will. Against any hesitation from me, daddy then eases his way into my ass slowing using every inch of me for his pleasure.
As quickly as he entered either of his holes he removes himself. “Now, go make me breakfast.”
Our morning ended with daddy emptying himself inside of me while whispering in my ears his damands of the day “you are not to move or do anything without permission today”