Besides my two regular guys, I have a friend that I see occasionally for…variety. Variety on Monday is going to be a spanking date, a Daddy/little girl scenario, and all because I asked for it. This is the first time I have asked for a specific type of scene…err, well I take that back. Not the first, exactly.
I ask A to do things to me. I ask for spanking & sex, and I asked him for the enema thing a couple weeks ago. But he didn’t get what I wanted with the enema, that just wasn’t his thing. A different thing all together. And spanking and sex is…spanking and sex. Yummy as well, but a different thing too. It’s the Dominance that I miss, the coercion, the feeling of being controlled/being helpless/being forced/of submitting. I love the physical sensations, don’t get me wrong, but…well, I crave the other stuff.
This particular fellow and I have had an usual road…there has been lots of D/s play via IM & text, several good vanilla dates, both with his gf and alone, and one…okay…play date. He’s got a good hard hand, and likes to play fight, likes a challenge, which is fun, but, well, to be brutally honest, even though (per W’s instruction) I made sure he knew I had a mouth and ass available for his sexual use…it didn’t happen. Beatings and no sex?? Sure, I like that too, but all signs pointed towards both prior to it actually NOT happening. So yeah, I was disappointed.
But since that time, he has amped up his rhetoric in IM, and been very insistent about having another date. I like him, I like our dynamic in IM, I liked him during play…I just want him to use me sexually as well. W says that’s what I am for, and I want to make W proud of me, dammit. I like to do what I am told.
Then last night, after all my spanking jonesing, (of which he (G) was appraised), he left me with, “I’m off, send me salacious texts if you have a mind. Or better yet come over and let me spank your ass. I’ll beat your bad-girlness out of you.”
So…I text him. I text him in a role I have never played before. I’ve been a bad girl, Daddy…
And we were off. And now…I have a play date Monday after work, before I head over to W’s to get stuff ready for the un-VDay Party. I just have to find a way/place to change from work clothes to my schoolgirl garb before I go over. And find out how W feels about me coming over with a (hopefully) very sore ass.