beginning

I have offered myself to her for two reasons. My ego has to be checked in order for us to move forward in our relationship and I adore her.


I have been daddy to MSR and her sweet girl, her pet, her toy. MSR has been bound, whipped, gagged and fucked and loved it. She still has those desires. I have been bound, whipped, and fucked and loved it. These are not the reasons for my submission.



I submit because I need to be forced to hear her will, her desires. I need to set aside my fears and place my trust in her. My ego intrudes when she is speaking. She will force that ego aside and I will find the way to serve her, love her, make her smile.



It began with rope and a belt. She took my daddy belt and whipped me. She tied me to the frame and teased and tortured. She wore my cock and fucked my ass.



When I have felt most ashamed of how I failed to make her happy or when I have been the cause of her tears, I have come with the belt in my hand to give to her. I know it will make it right. So I sent an email when I thought we couldn't talk it out. I showed my willingness to submit. It went like this:



I want to serve you MSR. I desire to feel your pleasure. At your sex, your mouth, at the end of your hand, the belt, the whip, your fist.The moan from your throat and the throbbing of your sex are my desire. A smile on your mouth and in your eyes is my goal. Bring me to those places with you MSR. I want to hear your stories, be there to help you, and share your fantasies as you do for me. Being at your command is a pathway to efface my ego and submit to your desires.

To listen. To truly share. Help me do that MSR, please.



She began with a beating. She uses my belt on my ass, my legs, my back, my breasts. My sex is more than damp. She puts my fingers in her hole and she is moist. I drop to my knees to suckle at her thighs, her lips. She toe fucks my cunt and brings herself to climax. She tells me goodnight and I know that I will not be allowed to cum.



She has me fully waxed to look like her sweet girl now. No more daddy. She dresses me in her lingerie. My humiliation is more uncomfortable than I thought. I still desire to take her.

Today, while shopping, we saw a row of bamboo canes, the kind used by barkers at a circus. She said that I need to pick out one. I hesitated but did it. It was my idea that I wanted to be caned. Why did I hesitate now? I know how strong she is... She carried it home through the streets, practicing the swing, and then on the subway prurient eyes spied on her.
Once our door was locked, the cane was all I could think about. The result is posted.

What is not seen is how she bent me over the ottoman, kneeling and how my sex dripped and pooled. How she took me in her bed and whipped me hard. Made me kneel on my fours. Her cock pushed at my asshole and I could not open fast enough. I franked. She comforted me and then I felt the cock with my hand strapped to her body. This is hers now and I went to it, letting her cock in full and deep as I sat back. Writhing on her with my back upright, I climaxed. I turned to face her and feel her cock and sex. To kiss her. To thank her. She takes it off and pulls my face down between her legs and I suckle. I trace her lips with fingers and the opening of her sex blooms and glistens and she swells. I enter slowly and circle. I love to hear this moan. I sit up and fuck her only slightly more fully and she grabs at my collar pulling me down again to "lick and suck me on my thigh..here...she points" and I gladly do it...the whole time she has my collar pulled taut and i tell her I am glad to be bitch. I do not stop until I hear that primary call in her voice.

I am happy to do what she asks of me. She honors me when I have done well. She brings me her favor when she feels loved and honored.

This morning we have coffee and I feel cared for again. She asks what we have on tonight and I ask her if I can go to play ball. Yes is her answer but I am glad to be asking and would be happy with any answer. I ask if she would like to come and yes, she would. I am excited about sharing something new with her.