Happy Birthday, Sir!

Today is my Sir’s 55th birthday. You would NEVER in a million years know that he is 55. Most think he is at least 20 years younger. There is not a wrinkle on his skin, because, you know what they say, “Black don’t crack.”

I wish he didn’t have to work today so we could stay home and play, but there’s always tonight!

Little Girl Lost

Each night, up until I was about 12, I would curl up in my father’s lap and he would stroke my hair and hum or softly sing me a song. I would rest my head on his shoulder or his chest and could easily spend over an hour each night in his lap enjoying his undivided attention. He would even run his finger lightly up and down my arm, which seemed to put me in a hypnotic trance. To this day, if that is done to me or if my hair is stroked, I instantly melt and become very calm and quiet. I was daddy’s little girl, his only daughter, and I knew without a doubt that I was loved and cherished. His nickname for me was Funny Face, from the Audrey Hepburn movie. I looked nothing like her, but he said I had the same twinkle in my eyes.

That girl in her father’s lap is who I really am and I have spent the last 35 years trying to get her back. I keep that girl hidden away because she is easily wounded. She gives her heart out, but will get seriously damaged if someone steps on it. She has been wearing the armor of a strong, tough, bold New York Italian girl who had to physically fight off people to survive. That armor was put on in order to defend herself against a mother and two brothers that set out to physically, emotionally, verbally, and mentally abuse her until she was 17 because she lost the protection of her father who was slowly dying over those years and would die instantly from a massive heart attack when she was 19 (he was 56). She hates the armor she bears because it is exhausting to wear and she really does not like to fight. She wants to be the girl with the twinkle in her eyes, the girl who is soft and gentle. The girl her daddy was proud of and adored.

I think I’m having the beginning of breakthrough that has been building for a couple of months. I’m told by those closest to me that I don’t have to hide anymore and I can just be me. I don’t exactly know how to do that and I need my Sir to help me. My submissive awakening was the beginning of finally letting that girl out. She closed herself off when she was just a young girl and she doesn’t know how to be an adult. Sir has loved me through all these years and has seen this girls many, many times, but even with him she retreats and then puts on the armor. Sir loves me in spite of the armor and will be with me to the end.

My greatest hurdle as a submissive is to finally put away my hard, bad-ass persona and be who I really am. It’s been coming out and there already has been a lot of healing, but there is so much more to do. Will I turn people off by what’s really there? Will I lose friends? My children know this girl because with them she does not hide and does the same things her father did with her. I cuddle with my children all the time and sing and hum those songs. My daughter is almost 12 and I don’t want her to retreat. Her daddy is very good to her and it melts my heart to see them together, but it also makes me sad that it stopped so early for me.

So now I endeavor to truly be me. I don’t know what it’s going to look like, but I just can’t live with myself anymore. I don’t like the hardness. I’m tired of defending myself. I know I have a husband that will hold my hand and guide me through it all. I just want to be me, my daddy’s Funny Face, and my Sir’s little kippy.

Lessons from Nature

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These North American arachnids are natural hunters, and nowhere is that trait more prevalent than its mating habits. First, the male uses a sumptuous feast to lure a female; when she takes the bait and saunters into his web, the male then ties her up with silk threads that act as an aphrodisiac.

Lesson for Mankind: Tricking a woman into liking you with lavish stuff isn’t a long-term strategy, because she’ll eventually realize what a jerk you are. Also, never tie her up unless that’s what she’s into, and you’ve mutually established an audible safeword.

Read more at http://guycodeblog.mtv.com/2013/05/28/animal-mating-habits/

26 Years Ago, Today

26 years ago, today, we had our first date, we kissed for the first time, we had sex for the first time, and for the first time, I felt truly peaceful.

We were already friends, but 26 years ago we chose to be together for the rest of our lives. Our date lasted over 24 hours and early the next day you proposed. I felt in that moment that I was already your wife, your partner, your girl, your everything.

I love you, Sir. Thank you for loving me all these years. Thank you for all you do and all that you are to me and our children. You are the best decision I ever made.

Read about our first date here!

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Time To Wake Up, Parts 3 and 4

So sorry for the wait, peeps! The end of the kid’s school year brought me to my knees (and not in a good subbie way) and I was just dragging throughout the month of May and into June, but I haven’t forgotten! If you’ve forgotten, then you’ll want to re-read Part 1 and Part 2.

And now, Parts 3 & 4 combined for your reading pleasure, but really, the pleasure was all mine (and especially his).

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He is at the perfect angle for his pleasure, but not for mine. I am serving him and I submit my body, my heart, and my mind to him as I was made for his pleasure. I long for a release and subtly and even unconsciously try and adjust myself so he hits my G-spot with all the delectable force he’s using in his non-stop thrusts. I love when he fucks me hard.

“Stay still,” He groans.

His command starts to give my pussy spasms. I want more – so much more – but this is for him and I give myself willingly. All of the sudden he slows down and comes to a complete stop. I gasp for air and my head feels slightly dizzy. He takes just a moment to breathe and then slowly pulls out of me.

“Don’t move,” he hisses.

I keep myself perfectly still with my head down. I close my eyes and try to steady my breathing.

I hear him open the dresser drawer and move some items and then I hear the drawer close. A moment later I feel the blindfold slide over my eyes. I feel the slow drip of lubrication drizzled onto my lower back and then trickle down my ass. He takes his hand and starts to rub a generous amount of lube between my cheeks and then right on my pucker. My breathing hitches and then I moan in anticipation as the realization of what he wants makes me shiver with want and desire.

“My girl likes that, does she? Baby, this isn’t all I’m going to do.”

My heart begins to pick up speed that I think it’s going to burst in my chest.

I hear the sound of him lubricating his hard cock.

“It’s OK, I’ve got you. Give me your right hand.”

I extend my hand to him and he puts a 7″ lubricated dildo in my hand. He asks me to extend out my left hand and he drizzles lube into my palm.

“Lube up the dildo like you’re stroking me.”

I slowly and seductively start stroking the dildo and treat it like it was my Sir’s hard shaft. I make sure it is thoroughly coated and ready.

“Good girl. Now I want you to fill yourself with it and then hold yourself up with your left hand.”

I do exactly as he tells me and the dildo stretches and fills me completely.

“Hold it there and don’t let it fall out.”

He then grabs me with both his hands on my hips as he inserts himself carefully into my ass.

“Breath, sweet girl.”

I follow his lead as he consumes my ass and I relax myself into each inch he sinks into me.

“Now I want you to fuck yourself with the dildo.”

I start to slowly move the dildo in and out. Each time I pull the dildo out, he pushes his cock in me and we begin an opposite in and out rhythm that starts to bring me to the edge. We start to move faster and harder and I’m so very close. I am filled completely and I begin to convulse.

“That’s my girl. Feel it. You’re going to cum so hard.”

And his words are my undoing. I cum hard and long and cry out as I feel my wetness flow. I can’t move my arms anymore and the dildo drops out of my hand. I sink down on my elbows as he continues to fuck my ass. He then pulls my hips back hard as he thrusts into me one last time. He shudders and releases himself into me and groans in ecstasy.

I collapse from his weight on my back and Sir falls forward onto me; the full length of his body presses on my back. He pulls himself up onto his arms and leans in to sweetly kiss me on my cheek. I turn my head toward him and he removes my blindfold. He gives me a very satisfied smile and his eyes are sparkling.

“You were so good, baby girl. You’re my kippy,” He croons.

I smile back at my Sir and feel completely sated. I’m awake now. I’m wide awake.

Mine by Alvao De La Herran

This captured the intensity and sensuality I feel about my life of submission and my submission to my Sir. I am devoted to His pleasure and His needs. I am His. I will always and only be His.

Sir, when you whispered, “You’re mine,” to me this morning as I first opened my eyes you set my heart on fire. I love being claimed and owned by you.

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I found this on tumbler and tried to reblog unsuccessfully, but discovered the original site.

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