The kiss

i was full of excited and crazy energy after my health and nutrition conference, which usually ramps me up because of the 32 pounds i have lost on my nutrition plan. Waiting to be seated... Waiting for them to arrive... For her pretty eyes and his assured energy... Sitting next to my Papa Bear... Who is making small talk as we wait for them with a slight smirk on His face... He knows i am nervous... He always knows my version of crazy in each moment.

And in they walked. Her classic beauty in a classy dress and his presence in a bow tie. We then all stood around waiting at the restaurant. i nervously watched her eyes... Anxious nervousness... Wondering about what it would be like to kiss her pretty little lips.

Oh... And did i mention that Papa Bear had me put in a big metal butt plug for dinner, lol? No... Must have slipped my mind, lol...

Once we made it back to the car, i removed the plug and breathed a little easier. Smiling and blushy, we made our way to their home.

We decided to watch a movie... It took a minute to work up the courage to hold her hand. My eyes darting between her eyes and lips... One hand on my Papa Bear's lap and the other caressing her hand, and then her face, feeling her soft glow... When our lips met... Sigh... i could do that forever and be happy...

We played and had a lot of fun. i learned that i like thuddy canes and that when those are paired with a couple of great punches, the colors are very pretty...

But my favorite thing was kissing my pretty girl...

The gift of a toy mentality

Ooh my goodness! We tried something new and it was amazing! So Papa Bear saw this girl at a play party that was getting punched in the butt and asked if i would be willing to give it a try. When He asks things like that, i feel his love. He is such a sweetheart and has always wanted to make sure i am okay.

i, of course, have a completely different opinion of His favorite toy. His favorite little whore toy is just that... A toy... She doesn't have an opinion except for the one that is her Master's... So of course she wants to get punched in the ass. She wants the energy that her Master feeds her. She pushes through and past the pain to feel the joy in His heart and the love that He gives her with His hands.

So we did it and it was amazing. she loved it and so then did i. she exploded with joy over and over and over again, and i watched with a smirk on my face as i absorbed the power inherent in the situation... In the simple act of Papa Bear punching her in the ass... His precious foxy learned that she had a gift for Him. i gave him the gift of His favorite toy, her.

Daddy's little whore

My journey has been interesting to say the least... And it has gotten to the point now where i am a dirty whore...Papa Bear likes me being a good little whore...
The kind that wears a pretty smile but is willing to drop to her knees in a second and suck cock...
The kind who doesn't talk back but does say nasty dirty things...
The kind that wears pretty dresses but will get naked whenever asked with no questions, regardless of who is around...
The kind that looks innocent and naive but definitely knows how to please in the naughtiest ways...

As i start to play with another, i have learned that sometimes, these dichotomies are fun, but can be hard to maneuver through... Especially when my play partners like different things and different attitudes. i love being able to make them happy in their different preferences and the chameleon in me allows me to play different parts... Part of me wonders if i will be the wrong whore for the partner i am playing with at the time and part of me wants that to happen to see what the repercussions would look like...

Becoming the little whore that everyone enjoys... The one begging to be flogged, spanked, or dragged about by her hair... Being dominated by powerful and intelligent individuals that help bring her to life by allowing her to experience submission... Bringing her to her knees when she doesn't want to go willingly... Telling her what a good girl she is as she sings out to release the pain inherent in this world, this life... Sigh... Pure ecstasy....

Playing with girls while hunting for unicorns

Papa Bear and i are on the hunt for unicorns... Or maybe for another couple that is interested in letting MFF threesomes happen from a poly perspective. Either scenario would be amazing...

In the meantime though, we are definitely having fun on the journey. i was able to play with a beautiful young lady who was sweet and nice and full of such happy and playful energy. She pleased me orally like no one has before and it was phenomenal.

She also seemed to enjoy my training as Papa Bear has trained me to cum on command... It took us a while to figure that one out, but it is one of my most useful tricks... She had me begging to cum and would then give me release and giggle about how easy it was... She loved that Papa Bear stated i would receive punishment by belt if i came without permission and pushed it to the brink several times. Every time she gave me permission when i begged and cried for release, i thanked her for saving me from the belt even though she was the one that was pushing me to almost get the spanking... It added a fun level of complexity to the play from a mind fuck perspective for me...

Mmmmm... Made me so happy to hear those delightful giggles... i love to make others happy!

My Tattoo!!

It hurt... It hurt so good... It hurt so bad...

There are things that hurt good and there are things that hurt bad for me. Good hurts leave me tingly, push my limits, help me release my expectations and just exist in the moment. My tattoo was much like that...

Bad hurts leave me upset, screaming in agony, groaning in pain, crying out for a release that is hard to avertive because the present moment is filled with pain... My tattoo was much like that too...

i am starting to realize that i may be more masochistic than i originally thought... i am so glad i can explore myself, my limits, my boundaries, my needs, my wants, and my cravings... Mmmmmmm....