I went to work today with a purse full of sex toys.
At some point my vibrator went off in my bag and I had to discreetly quiet it.
Before I left, I slipped into the bathroom and inserted an anal plug.
I walked to Daddy’s, where I lost track of my orgasms.
I saw stars when he fucked my ass while rubbing my clit.
He gave me 8 lashes with a whip for forgetting to shave.
We cuddled and for some reason I felt sad, until he started talking.
Then I was all smiles.
I smiled all the way home, thinking about our date night this weekend, but for some reason the low is back.
I don’t like where this is going.
Maybe I’ll feel better in the morning.
Daddy took me toy shopping today.
We met at his place, fucked for an hour, then set off for the sex shop.
He’d worked all weekend out of town, and then spent last night at an orgy where he nailed 6 women total. He drove home this morning at 5 AM and took a nap before our play date.
“If it wasn’t you, I’d have canceled,” he said. “I am bagged.”
I was flattered. I told him we didn’t have to play if he was too tired, but he said “Even with all the women I fucked last night, I was still missing you.”
Sweet talk? Most definitely. Still, it’s nice to hear.
I was shocked at how long he lasted considering his exhaustion. We cuddled for a few minutes afterwards, and then drove to the sex shop which was located in a nearby mall. We walked in holding hands, poly out and proud, and he bought me a cookie from a gourmet cookie shop.
When we got to the sex store, the hot shop girl came over and asked if we needed help picking anything out. She recommended her favourite anal plugs from personal experience, anal lube and relaxing anal spray that instantly makes your body loosen up as though you’ve had three glasses of wine.
We also picked out a ball gag and a vibrating dildo, and then Daddy paid for my new toys and said “$200 well spent!”
“Thank you Daddy,” I giggled.
When we got back to the car he told me to put in the small ass plug. “We need to get you warmed up so I don’t hurt you with my cock when I finally fuck your ass.”
I smiled, took a deep breath, and after cleaning it and applying some lube, slid it in without too much resistance.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
“Interesting,” I replied with a dirty smirk.
We decided to grab dinner on the way back to his place, and he fingered me in the car all the way to the drive-through and then home.
He turned on porn and poured me a drink while we ate, then made me clean my new vibrator and slid it inside me.The pressure was crazy combined with the anal plug. I sat beside him, squirming and gasping while he finished his food.
“Ready for my cock?” he asked.
He turned off the vibe, left in the plug, and led me to his room. After 10 seconds in my mouth he was rock hard and fucking me. I squirted over and over again and got spanked when I screamed too loud. The ball gag would have come in handy, but we didn’t feel like wasting time cleaning it!
After another hour long fuck, we cuddled on the bed. We talked, the way you talk when you’ve just met someone and you envision things working out, whether they are actually likely to or not. We talked about concerts he wanted to take me to, restaurants we wanted to try, weekend trips to the mountains, me using his condo as a quiet place to rest after my tubal surgery.
I am not the only woman in his life, and I like that. My previous Sir dated me for 5 months then dumped me when he realized he would never be the main person in my life. Daddy is actually poly, for real. He has a long-distance girlfriend that he sees once a month (they lived in the same city until a year and a half ago and have maintained their relationship since he moved), and another married woman with whom he has a friends with benefits relationship. He has been with his girlfriend for four years, his lover for two, and has actually managed to sustain these relationships. His track record is much better than mine.
He told me today that now that I am his baby girl, he needs to “declare” me to the others–yay for everyone being on board! I’m not sure if/when I’ll meet his fwb, but his girlfriend is coming in a few weeks and he wants us to all go out for dinner and drinks together and maybe to a sex club.
When it was time for me to go, he packed up my toys and sent them home with me. “Now you have something to play with when I’m not around.”
He texted me tonight to let me know he changed his profiles on Alt and AFF to indicate that he has a Baby Girl and is now only looking for people who might want to join us. Then he asked me to change my profile on AFF to indicate that condom use is non-negotiable. Cue huge sigh of relief.
We are going out again on Friday. We’ve tossed around the idea of a sex club, a strip club, or a date night with dinner, dancing and fucking.
All is well…for now.
(You can read part one of The Other Side, here).
It started with The Switch. I’d been dumped a couple weeks before, and I was ready to get laid again. I had a few friends in the kink community who’d communicated an interest. Since I was now a free agent, allowed to screw whoever I wanted without having to ask, I started flirting.
I sent The Switch a message, and he wrote back, telling me that he was working on a spanking bench. He asked if I was interested in coming over and testing it out. Hours later we were together, drinking and fucking. Then came the photo shoot, where I met Suicide Girl. That weekend their relationship statuses on Fet Life announced that they were in a polyamourous relationship. The next day she asked me to be her Pet, and The Switch put me under his protection. We were a House.
It happened fast. It nagged at me–we did not know each other that well. I wanted something real. But I liked them, and if I said no at that point they might not have asked again. I didn’t spend much alone time in the bedroom with my new Mistress. Neither of us were able to host, so if it was just the two of us we were having coffee or shopping. We both slept with Sir on our own, or together. When we went to events they whored me out, but only played with each other. I was jealous, but knew I had no right to be. They were both single and I was married–and I liked getting fucked by different people, so it really made no difference.
The problem was, I liked The Switch, our Sir, more than I liked my Mistress. I was turned on by her sexually, but as far as our personalities went I didn’t feel like we had much chemistry. Sir, however, could make me tingle just by laying in bed together, talking. But he was her boyfriend, not mine.
On our very first night out together, she collared me. Again, it felt too soon, but I accepted. It did not matter that my ex had cut me loose–I was collared. I belonged.
On the last night I was with the both of them, we were at The Switch’s house. I had said I didn’t know how much playing I’d be able to do since I’d probably have my period. They said that it was a good thing I had other holes, but luckily (or so I thought at the time), I still wasn’t bleeding by the time our date rolled around.
I fucked Suicide Girl with a strap-on while The Switch fucked her ass. I rode him while she rimmed him, then put my finger in his ass while she sucked his cock. And then it was my turn–my first time having anal sex that wasn’t either forced on me or didn’t hurt so bad I had to stop after the first few seconds.
I slid onto The Switch’s cock, using him until I exploded with pleasure, and then he told Suicide Girl to grab a small purple dildo out of his nightstand. She slid it slowly into my ass until I saw stars. She worked me with it gently, making me writhe, until The Switch asked her, “Do you think she’s ready for the real thing?”
“I think she needs the real thing,” she said.
He told me to lay on my back on the edge of the bed. I spread my legs for him and he slowly slid his cock into my ass, Suicide Girl playing with my tits.I let out a low, primal moan.
“Is it hurting?” he asked. “It’s not fun if it’s hurting.”
I shook my head. I couldn’t form the words to explain how it felt. He fucked me slowly as my cries built, then faster.
“I’m gonna come in your ass,” he growled eventually. I whimpered, so hot I couldn’t stand it. Seconds later I was dripping from both holes.
Later, having eaten and sobered up, I kissed them both and went home. It was the last time I would be with them.
Two days later I sent Suicide Girl a text. No words, just a single photo. A white stick with two pink lines. A death sentence.