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Kink, Fetish, and Fantasy Friday!
xoxo
~Elle
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!
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.
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, 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!
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).
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.
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.
I found this on tumbler and tried to reblog unsuccessfully, but discovered the original site.
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D Y N A M I T E
Happy Father’s Day to all you sexy, hot, loving, caring, responsible dads who take such good care of your families.
To my Sir…my Dominate…my husband…the only man I ever wanted to have babies with…you are such a wonderful father! I love how you love and play with the kids. I love watching their faces as they look at you with love and adoration and giggle uncontrollably when you joke around with them. You are everything a man should be and so much more. I love you with all my heart.
Love,
~Your little kippy
xoxoxo
Last week we had a little fun. I was asked to dress like a secretary and I really got into my role. It looked a little something like this:
He wanted to know why I came to his office and I said that I wanted a raise. I didn’t have the necessary skills for a raise so I had to be taught some lessons in office etiquette and secretarial skills. I stayed in character. See what happens when you spend thousands of dollars going to a top acting school in New York instead of college? Money well spent!
This Saturday I have been asked to make a different appearance as a cowgirl. I’m still putting my costume together, but hopefully, if I find some chaps, it will look a little something like this:
If I can’t find chaps inexpensively (because I’m not ready to invest unless I know this gal will be paying him some more visits), I’ll just wear some Daisy-Dukes with a cut out crotch! I think I need to be hog-tied, don’t ‘cha think? Yeah, that’ll do it. Maybe some branding?
Any other ideas, guy and gals, for a little role-play fun? Any costume ideas? What do you like to do?
Yesterday I got to see my husband in all his shining Dominate glory, but not in our bedroom or in our house – Sir was in full view of the public and man I am still turned on!
We started a youth organization and yesterday was our first practice. We went through all the proper channels of certifications, memberships, coaches criminal background checks, School District field usage permit, 3rd party insurance, registrations, advertising, business plan, etc. Our time, our track, our money, our business…period! The practice was going well and we only had 15 minutes left when along comes this guy with a few teenage athletes to work them out on our track. This man has a business doing this sort of thing because he drove a truck advertising what he does (I took pictures of his truck afterwards, just in case). The track is only for our athletes so while I was helping the kids at the long jump pit, my sexy-as-hell-Dominate husband walks on over to talk to this man. I could see the body language from across the field and I knew trouble was brewing. From what my Sir told me, he kept saying to the guy, “Excuse me…excuse me,” but the guy was purposely ignoring him. So Sir got in front of him and politely told him the situation and that he could use the track in 15 minutes. The guy then went ballistic and started screaming and yelling like a lunatic in my Sir’s face right in front of the children and their parents. Mind you, the kids ranged in age from 7-11 and our children were there, too. He was so insulted that he was asked to leave even knowing that he had no right to be there at that time. This man’s desperation caused him to throw out accusations and insults, even directing it at our kids because he didn’t feel that they were as worthy to be on the track as his athletes. He puffed himself up by saying to my Sir, “Who are you? I don’t even know who you are.” My Sir calmly said, “I’m the one who has the right to this track right now.” The guy didn’t want to see the legal proof.
If you’ve read this blog you would know that my first instinct was to pick up the big heavy rake that we use to smooth the sand in the long jump pit and race across the field to crack the guy in the head if I needed to. I actually heard the word, “STOP” as I turned and took two steps. Sir said later that if I had come over and the guy yelled at me we would have had a different outcome. If the guy had turned his rage at anyone else other than Sir we would have had a different outcome.
My Sir had everything under control, because unlike the over-bearing, loud-mouthed, blow-hard, crazy, domineering bully, my Sir was cool, calm, and in control. Sir handled the situation so beautifully, never raising his voice and speaking clearly and confidently. The man left to workout on the baseball diamond. Parents even commented on how impressed they were with how Sir handled it.
Seriously, can there be more of a turn-on to a submissive than seeing a true Dominate masterfully handling a hard situation without breaking a sweat? SO FUCKING SEXY!
FYI…I had to go back to the track because I thought I left something (we were in two different cars) and the dude was still on the baseball field, obviously knowing he was wrong, totally put in his place, and much too afraid to go back to the track.
It’s hard to match a photo to what took place yesterday, so here are some photos of what I want to do to/with my husband…My Sir, whom I love with all my heart and who has captured my heart in every way.
Here’s also a great blog that goes into some great points about Dominant vs Domineering
http://verusconditio.wordpress.com/2012/07/16/dominance-vs-domineering/
Photos courtesy of Pinterest.
The Submission of Elle 
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