This was surprisingly accurate. http://www.piratequiz.com/
Calico Anne Kidd
Often indecisive, you can’t even choose a favorite color. You’re apt to follow wherever the wind blows you, just like Calico Jack Rackham, your namesake. Even though you’re not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!
Oh yes, I do like this. I loved the feel of LadyH’s lips on mine, the naughtiness of it, the feel of her hands on my face, on my neck, the feel of Daddy watching us, posing us, snapping our pictures as we cuddled on the couch. Thursday was a good day indeed.
Daddy loves cutting and I love being cut. I love feeling him concentrate so intensely on me, I love being the center of his attention, I love fearing him and trusting him all at the same time, I love feeling like I am at his mercy and feeling his mercy. He had the blade in his hand and his cock in my cunt, he teased me with what he wanted to do to me, built the fear up in me, made me flail around on his cock, while holding my hips firmly onto it. I flailed too much though and managed to wrap the blade around my finger myself, no concentration, no care and cut my finger deeper then he would have. There was blood on his hands and blood pooling on the bed, he cared, but now was not the time to stop, now was not the time to tend to me, it was time to tend to him and my whimpers only fueled him on. He fucked me as he bent over my back and marked what was his with the blade. Each letter slow and deliberate. I am Daddy’s child, Daddy’s blood, Daddy’s every part of me. He watched his blood drip from my back, leak from those letters of love, giving myself as a gift for daddy on fathers day to do with what he wanted, used to please him, he fucked me hard and i fucked him harder back whimpering in pain and lust, bruised, bleeding and shaking beneath him. He pulled out and grabbed my hair just as he was about to cum, he says his favorite part of me is my face and he likes seeing it as he cums over it, big handfuls of my hair in his hand he came, covering me, ruined, a truly well used little girl.
I’ve made Daddy a card for Fathers Day with a jukebox on it, and listed some good Daddy/daughter tunes as selections:
My Heart Belongs to Daddy - Marilyn Monroe
Poppa was a Rollin’ Stone - The Temptations
Every Baby Needs a Da Da Daddy - Marilyn Monroe
I’m going on the Victorian Prisoners Diet this weekend, a sort of food control I suppose. Daddy will be feeding me stale bread and water only. I’m not promoting this as anything other than BDSM play, and I’m not looking for the safety police to come knocking on my door. I just feel like i need to prove something, more to myself than to him. I have no self control, really I don’t. I’m handing it all over to him for the weekend, control of it all to see if i can break the cycle of gluttony and greed that has come over me lately, not that he has to do much to encourage it, and I told him I feel like I am being fattened up so that he can get his carving knife out. Flesh looks nice spilling out of the tops of corsets, but lets not get carried away here. I am writing a story about this, an erotic dinner party with me as the main course, its one of hundreds of stories that I haven’t finished, I’m good at starting things, but need the whip cracked to finish any of them or at least a gentle push in the right direction. *shove*p
Need proof that I like it rough? Just take a look at my poor little rabbit.
The button broke off the switch, the whole top has come unglued and fallen off, the wires are now exposed (which until LadyHas mentioned that I could get electrocuted I hadn’t thought was a problem), the rubber is peeling off and it all looks a bit of a mess. Its true my rabbit has served me well for a few years now, but I think its time to let him go. I know I’ll miss him, but if there is a vibrator heaven I’m sure he’ll be up there pleasuring the angels. x!
Being an owned little girl
Growing up kinky and pretending to be a bossy little girl
Dressing up in Mommy’s clothes
Being tortured with Homesickness
I will probably be accused of topping from the bottom or something of that nature, and perhaps I am, in my own sneaky woman way, someone once sent me this clip on youtube.com http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qS2_y_w63TU&feature=PlayList&p=69871C035C3A8CC1&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=58 The passive aggressive Dominatrix. “I’ll never beat you with my whip, but I’ll leave it where you’ll trip over it.” Classic. Just Classic. OK, so there’s probably a little of that in me, but shhh don’t tell Daddy. After a long session of bitching about men with a girlfriend of mine (come on guys you all know we do it when your back is turned) I have been doing a bit of research and decided that all men should read this book http://abcnews.go.com/Health/story?id=4725121&page=1 Adam’s Curse: A future without men and read this article http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/education/article6451515.ece and the countless others documenting how women outperform men at school in virtually every subject. Now if that is not an argument for female supremacy I don’t know what is. That should have you fuming boys. Kiss, Kiss!
The lovley LadyHas’ practice subby. Here so she can practice tying knots, ribbons, bows, whatever she wants really. I do love bondage, hopefully we will be tying rope corsets on each other. Now I just have to decide what color rope to use!
There is nothing like the feel of cold steel on hot skin. As the temperatures soar knife play becomes so much more fun. I love the contrast of hot and cold, you feel it pressing into your flesh…harder, harder. Its coolness welcome and unwelcome. Draped in heavy chains and locked in place, I know my place, my place is on the razors edge.
