Daddy's little girl

🌸 so eager to learn your rules and commands or hand signs, so they do everything to learn and remember them really quick to satisfy you

🌸 the proud look on their face when they’ve just obeyed an order, and you know they really did it to please you, to earn that pat on their head or a gentle kiss on their mouth

🌸 “please, I want to be spanked, master”

🌸 that hectic, truly sorry apology when they did something they shouldn’t have

🌸 doing everything and anything to satisfy you

🌸 w o r s h i p

🌸 no need for training them in every session or even punish them at all because they really try to behave as well as they can

🌸 you can focus on more important things like helping them to endure more pain or difficult ideas

🌸 when they misbehave, you can enjoy that punishment so much and really let out your inner sadist because it just doesn’t happen as often

🌸 begging to be allowed to make you cum

🌸 begging to be allowed to cum themselves

🌸 “thank you so much for…”

🌸 doing the most humiliating things when you order them to, without any hesitation

🌸 rewarding them feels so good because you know they really, really want to be good and try their very hardest not to do anything to displease you

🌸 “Have I been naughty?” + a very honest look of discontentment on their face

🌸 you can literally reward them all the time because they’re so so so good

🌸 they love kneeling in front of you, it’s their greatest pleasure

🌸 the smile on their face when you give them a cute nickname (“yes, master, I’m good, I want to be good just for you”)

🌸 so fixated on you

❤ Blindfolded.

Daddy behind me, beard scratching my neck as he whispers how sexy I am... How much he wants me... Needs me...

Owns me.

The air around us feels heavy... saturated with a lusty energy... tension... something more...

He moans how much of a gift I am as he slides himself inside my favorite hole. I groan at the delicious burn as he pushes himself deeper, harder.

"Your ass is so, fucking, sweet, Kitten. You are so fucking sweet."

Again, there was this... tone when he wrapped his tongue around that last word.

Sweet.

Cock deeply seated, he stops.... holds me still... spreads my legs.... smacks my clit and says it again.

"Fuck. Little Girl, you are too fucking sweet."

Two more. Hard... painful... loud smacks forcing echoes of my wetness to fill the room. I groan.... and then hear another groan. Feel a tongue... another scratchy beard.

Not Daddy.

You.

Strong hands wrap around me as I buck backward. Nowhere to go because my ass is impaled on Daddy's cock.

"Fuck! Nnnf..." I scream in surprised pleasure. Your bruising hands pull me forward... rough burn of your beard against my thighs as you bury your face in my dripping cunt... fucking me with your tongue...

Daddy holds still...still deep within me... holding me as you devour me. Adding a finger. Two. Making me cum so hard I go slack.

"Mmm. So fucking sweet. pliant. ready." Daddy says in the same tone he uses when he gives me permission for a treat.

It's what you were waiting for. I feel the stretch as you enter me. Thick. Deep. Losing myself in the sensations... two mouths sucking on my skin, two beards scratching my throat... two cocks taking me to space and changing my world.

Unlike anything I've ever felt before, being filled by two. Being held by two. Being cherished by two. Being used by two.

Being owned by two.

My two bearded Daddies. ❤

For me personally, most of the sparring has to do with shared interests and experiences more so than matched intellect or education. While I’m drawn to educated men, I’ve been on dates with doctorate-level fellows who were not quick by any stretch of the imagination; and I’ve had delightful encounters with high school grads who could spar at lightning speed. That said, I prefer men with at least an undergraduate degree because it takes a considerable amount of drive, dedication, determination, and general sticktoitiveness to get through 4+ years of higher education. And, in my oh-so-humble opinion, those characteristics tend to be a hallmark of dominant men. So to (hopefully) attract that type of man, I lead with words and ideas - not my tits. I strive for clever banter, but I don’t let innuendo turn overtly sexual. I talk books and food and ideas and politics and family and hobbies, and if the conversation is continually brought back to his penis, I cut that dude loose because it’s apparent his priorities do not align with mine. 

Look for women who match that criteria, instead of focusing on openly-identifying submissives, or ones with an exhaustive kink resume.

As a person with a few university degrees, who is relatively cerebral and also happens to be kinky, if someone can’t keep up with me intellectually in Vanilla Land, there’s no way they will in D/s.

I use intellectual compatibility — i.e.: their ability to keep up with banter, pick up on nuance, challenge my ideas respectfully, not “yuck someone else’s yum” or kink-shame, demonstrate consent literacy, remain open-minded, ask when they don’t know (they don’t assume), think critically and understand boundaries — as the litmus tests for whether I should even bother looking for sexual chemistry between us.

If you don’t get me upstairs (*points to head*), nothing else really matters.

So my advice is use that as your primary criteria when searching for a sub, not how openly kinky or submissive they “seem” to be from afar. The latter narrows your search too much.

Most of us are in the closet, i.e.: not openly-identifiably kinky. We lead boring, regular, vanilla lives and only share our most personal desires with people we trust. (Or anonymously on Tumblr, lol.)

I can easily weed out men who aren’t the type of Dominant I need by asking them very innocent, seemingly vanilla questions — either online, through text, or on the first date (if they get that far).

“My kind” of Dominant men pick up on it right away and are able to keep up with me — because it’s exactly what they’re looking for too. The guys who get confused (or clearly don’t understand boundaries or consent) immediately send up red flags, so I stop while I’m ahead and respectfully bow out.

You don’t have to be explicitly sexual to discover whether someone would thrive in a sapiosexual-leaning D/s dynamic, i.e.: a D/s dynamic with an emphasis on psychological dominance and submission.

Find a way to make intellectual compatibility the focus. Then drill down on whether there’s kink compatibility underneath.

GLuck,

thigh kissing is nice, ass grabbing, thigh gripping, a little passionate teasing takes you far and honestly gets her wetter by the minute 

slow down, take your time at first, dont just dive in, enjoy your meal

that rapid flicking thing doesnt do much for me (i cant speak for every girl) but slow runs across the clit are lovely, just focus on the clit, let your fingers do some work if you get tired or something 

1. Stop the fucking flicking shit.

2. Focus on the CLIT. Suck it, circle it. Engulf it. If she moans, keep doing that.

3. But pls, do visit thighland. Inner thigh licking and kissing will set us on fire.

4. What is this fingering shit? Massage the gspot or get out. We feel nothing with that little stabbing motion. Also, stop sticking your 2 inches of tongue in there. Come back up to the clit.

5. LONG stokes with the tongue.

6. Stop humming. Most of us use vibrators so that little humming trick you learned from GQ will pale in comparison.

7. Speaking of vibes, the reason you’re in our bed is because you can do 1 thing our wands and rabbits can’t do. And that’s grab us. Grab us, squeeze us, we want to feel your hands on our body.

8. If you can reach, grab a titty.

9. Some women are self conscious about how they look/taste/smell down there. Or worry about taking too long to orgasm, so let her know you’re enjoying it. Moan, groan, sound like you’re eating a plate of ribs

Rule #2: Don’t do it like they do it in porn!!!

Rule #3: That stupid tongue-way-out and flicking triple time? They do that in porn.

Rule #4: They do that in porn because if they were licking pussy the right way you’d see a) two thighs and b) the back of a head.  In porn they want to see a) pussy and b) as little of the man as possible.

Rule #5: Don’t do it like they do it in porn.

Rule #6: Your tongue is not a cock.  Sometimes people in porn use their tongues like a cock.  But see rules #1-5.  Also the second and third sentences of this rule!

Rule #7: Watch how she touches herself.  (What, you’ve watched how she touches herself, right? If not watch how pretty much _every_ woman touches herself when she’s legit getting off and not just doing what women do in porn.

Rule #8: Lick her where she touches herself.  Because those are the good spots.

Rule #9: Notice how much she’s fingering inside herself when she touches herself?  Yeah, me either usually.

Rule #10: If she does touch herself inside, notice how deep her fingers go?  Gene Simmon’s tongue isn’t that long, or that strong.  See Rule #6.

Rule #11: See her hipbones?  See the insides of her thighs almost up by her knees?  Unless she’s ticklish (in which case maybe spend more time kissing face to face and letting her get really warmed up, because…

Side Rule #A: Ticklish almost always means not-horny-enough.

Rule #12: Back to Rule #11: Find time to kiss her everywhere between her hipbones and the insides of her thighs almost up to her knees.  Then start kissing her kitty.

Rule #13: When she’s really wound up she’s very likely to be sensitive everywhere detailed in Rule #11.

Rule #14: Long, soft strokes with the flat of your tongue.  From the bottom of her kitty along side her outer lips to the top.  Then on the other side.

Rule #15: Which they rarely do in porn.  So do that.

Rule #16: gently part her lips with your own lips and tongue and softly slip between her inner lips, tasting her as you go because she’s going to taste pretty good.

Rule #17: Maybe slurp one of her inner lips between yours, one side at a time, fairly close to the top near her clit, and swirl your tongue on the inside – while gently tugging down just a little bit because that tugs down on her clit a little bit.

Rule #18: Generally speaking don’t slide your tongue all the way under her hood because the tip of her clit is sensitive as hell and the top of your tongue is usually pretty rough.

Rule #19: You know how you watched the way she touches herself?  Take a minute to think about that again.  Bonus points of you remember which side of her clit she favors because almost everyone is more sensitive on one side than the other.

Side Rule #B: For some reason the average woman’s clit is more sensitive on the left side.

Side Rule #C: But goddamn it the woman you are going down on is anything but average!  So  your  her mileage may vary!

Rule #20: Open your mouth over her clit hood – about as wide as you comfortably can (though watch those teeth) – and then apply gentle suction.

Rule #21: Wetly swirl your tongue alongside the hood of her clit, up past the little fold that hides the tip.

Rule #22: Occasionally slide your tongue back and forth across the top of her clit hood.

Rule #23: If she’s really aroused you’ll start to feel a little “stem” growing underneath her hood.  That’s good.  Very, very good.

Rule #24: This is a very good time to think carefully about what you’re going to do next.  Because when you feel that little stem (her clit’s erect) then you might be able to back off a little bit.  And go on a little kissing and licking tour from #12, above.  Which might help her keep sailing and also help her from …

Rule #25: If you keep doing the same thing change it up a little, because she can go numb.  This will frustrate her at least as much as it will you.  

Rule #25: If you feel her little stem under her clit hood rise, and if she grabs your head or (especially) if she squeaks “don’t stop” in a tiny little entirely non-porn way (because Rules all-of-the-above if she’s really getting off she’s not likely to sound much like anyone in porn) then…

Rule #26: DON’T STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING!  Because she’s going to come if you don’t stop.  And want to grit her teeth, cry, or possibly kill you if you do.

Rule #27: When she’s done coming (she’ll let you know by releasing pressure on your head with her hands and/or possibly her thighs) go back to #11 and give her soft, gentle kisses there.  Because her inner lips and clit will almost certainly be pretty sensitive.

Rule #28: Climb up along side her and hold and kiss her.  (If you’re not sure she’ll like her flavor – many women do but quite a few don’t at all – then subtly wipe your face on the sheets on your way up.

Rule #29: I didn’t say anything about fucking her afterwards, did I?  No I didn not.  Sometimes she’ll want to after.  Sometimes she won’t.  Just like sometimes you’re up for it after she’s gone down on you and blown your socks across the room and other times you couldn’t get it up again for lifeboat room on the Titanic!  If not that’s ok.  You can jack off later, just like she rubs one out when you’ve capsized after coming.  But!

Rule #30: She’ll remember.  And rock your fucking socks next time.  Because most guys won’t go down on her at all, and the ones that do think porn is an instruction manual.  And so she won’t forget you pulling that thorn out of her paw, and she’ll be a lioness next time.  Which might not be that long because many (but not all!) women recover and are ready for a nice round two before all that long at all.

Rule #31: Rule #32, below, is the most important rule of all.

In other words don’t be a robot.  She’s not a robot either.  Interact, make eye contact, respond to her like she’s very likely responding to you!  

One that starts with his palm and leaves me red and wet and whimpering before he even takes off his belt. One that makes me put my hand back because fuck, Daddy, it hurts - so that he has to bind my wrists to keep me out of his way. One that makes me writhe and squirm in my place over his lap. One that leaves me with bruises and marks that I can proudly wear for days. One that I’ll feel tomorrow and the next day and the day after that, too. One that makes me bite my lip and scream and cry - fuck, please make me cry. One that hurts. I want it to hurt. I need it to hurt.

Please just fucking hurt me, Daddy. Bruise me, mark me, own me.

Pleasant (adjective): Giving a sense of happy satisfaction or enjoyment. Pleasing. Satisfying. Gratifying. Enjoyable.

They’d always said I was such a pleasant girl.

They meant agreeable, likeable. I had a pleasing nature. I wanted to be liked. I craved validation. Praise had been hard to come by, so I needed to know that I was good. That I was valued. That I belonged. And being pleasing earned me praise.

But I’d never really known praise until he said Good Girl for the first time.

Pleasant. I felt pleasant down inside my panties. This pleasant little tingle. It was like a high. And then he said “my needy little girl” and the high got higher. The next time it was “dirty little slut” and that was like space high. heaven high. beyond everything high.

And they just kept coming. Variations of praise, degradation with a pretty, sweet, lovely, sexy, chaser.

I was addicted.

Endorphins to my brain from a good girl, or atta girl, or curious little tease, or sweet sexy cumslut, or well, any little pleasant word of praise at all, really, and it’s like my version of heroin.

Hook me up to an IV, because I am a fucking slutty praise love junkie.

I will chase my fix across his cock with my lips, my tongue, my cunt, my ass, my heart, my soul, my everything.

I’ll beg for my love drug, and worship my dealer.

“How may I serve you Sir? How can I make you happy today?”

And he will give me my fix, he always does…and he’ll make me pay for it in the best of ways. He’ll make me earn it so I feel the weight of deserved praise.

“You may sit on my lap, Princess. That would make me happy.”

When I sit on his lap I can tell he’s already happy. And I feel it… that familiar ache of need. Need my drug. Need my fix. Need to please. Need to be Daddy’s pleasant girl.

So I start moving. Just a little. Daddy lets me. So I move a little faster. The need growing inside of me. The hunger. The desire to please.

I look at Daddy with a pleasant smile. He remains silent. My eyes change from pleasing to pleading. He remains silent, just looking at me with expectation.

I blush.

He wants me to say it. I don’t know why it still embarrasses me.

“Daddy may I please earn your cum like a good little cocksucker?”

He remains silent.

“Please.”

He remains silent…. and Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The need is growing needier. Desperate.

“Please. Pleaaaaaaaaaase. Daddy. Sir. Please may I earn your cum? I need it.”

“Okay…be a good girl and suck my cock, sweetheart.”

I groaned. Finally. Finally my opportunity. Daddy was giving me my chance to earn his praise. It was soooo much more meaningful when I earned it.

I slipped off his lap onto my knees.

I unzipped him. No boxers. He was expecting this.

I earned it. I earned every single drop of cum that I pulled from within him. I pulled the very soul from his body with my good little cocksucking ways. My dedication. My relentlessness. Relentless Forward Progress. I wanted that praise, and I was going to deserve every single fucking word.

 So I did.

I licked and I laved and I teased, and he groaned and he moaned and he screamed.

I hollowed, and I hallowed, and I swallowed. He gripped and he tugged and he drove into me. Holding me tight as I took every ounce of his violence, chasing his own fix.

And in the end, he covered me in his praise. The ultimate praise. Fix almost achieved. I needed to know it was real. I needed to know he got his fix too. That I was his drug. That he was addicted to me.

I didn’t even know what I was saying I just needed to know.

Did I make you happy?

He nodded breathlessly.

“Yeah?”

I shook my head and looked at him, face covered in him.

“Yes. Good girl. You made Daddy very happy. You were my perfect, pleasant, beautiful girl. I love you.”

I was good. I was valued. I belonged to him.

I sighed. Fix achieved. Addiction satisfied… for now.

“Now get over here, and let me make you dirty again.” He growled.

And just like that I was back to the needy girl chasing another fix. They said I was pleasant, but they only saw my surface… only Daddy gets to see how pleasing I can really be.