Send me a day in YOUR D/s life!

Inspired by this post, and as a further way of countering Fifty Shades and other media misrepresentations of living in a Dominance/submission dynamic, and to inspire and inform other kinksters new and experienced, I’m collecting accounts of a day in the life of real people living real D/s. The accounts will be posted on a blog–whatrealdslookslike.wordpress.com—by Valentine’s Day 2015.

(No one’s making money here or exploiting anyone or anything–this is purely for entertainment and educational purposes. I think the results will be fascinating to both kinksters and non-kinksters alike.)

I’d love it if you wanted to share a bit of your own life and story. Here’s how to do it:

Send me an account of a day (one real day) in your actual life—or it can be just part of a day. For that day, write down what you do: both the things related to your dynamic and the other activities and responsibilities of the life you lead. For example, mine today might look like this:

6 AM                        Kids wake up early. Resettle them, then snuggle back into bed with Daddy.

6:30 AM             Can’t fall back to sleep, so ask Daddy permission to jill off while kissing his body. Half-asleep, he mumbles, “Of course, baby,” so I do, then curl up next to him and fall asleep.

8 AM                        Wake up for real. Wake Daddy up by sucking his cock a little.

8:30 AM            Go for a run with Daddy and talk about plans for upcoming kink activities.

9 AM                        Shower with Daddy.

9:30 AM            Make sure Daddy approves of my outfit. He does, but partly because we need to get going and he wants me to hurry up.

10 AM                         Take the kids sledding.

NOON            Go out for lunch. Encourage Daddy order something decadent that he wants. Have him help me order something that will help me stick to my diet.

1:30 PM            Grocery shopping and errands and trudging through the snow.

4 PM            Spend some time online emailing the couple we might play with next month while the kids play and Daddy fixes the dryer.

5 PM            Start dinner. Fetch Daddy his beer, then tell him what to chop and dice, because he’s my sous chef.

6 PM            Dinner with the family.

7 PM            Put kids to bed. Daddy brushes their teeth while I get their outfits out for tomorrow.

8 PM            Read the Sunday paper.

10 PM            Head up to get ready for bed. Daddy and I take off each other’s clothes for one another every night.

10:30 PM            Sigh happily as I feel the physical comfort of Daddy’s body next to me. Wait for him to tell me how he wants to fuck me tonight.

I am looking for stories from all genders, styles, ages and experiences of D/s. Accounts from both D-types and s-types are most welcome (just let me know which one you are if it isn’t clear from your account). In your account, you can call your partner Master or Mister or Lady or slave or girl or baby or dirty pig or, you know, Susie Lou—whatever style and name you use in your own life. Or maybe you’re a single D- or s-type right now; that’s cool, too, as long as something about how you live your daily life reflects your kink identity.

All accounts will be posted anonymously: choose how you want to be identified and just let me know (e.g., Master 27, slave jane, O’s Boi, GJ, Harry).

Thanks!

To participate, send me your day’s account no later than February 5. You can PM me here on Fetlife, or email me at realdsproject@gmail.com.

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Send me a day in YOUR D/s life!

Inspired by this post, and as a further way of countering Fifty Shades and other media misrepresentations of living in a Dominance/submission dynamic, and to inspire and inform other kinksters new and experienced, I’m collecting accounts of a day in the life of real people living real D/s. The accounts will be posted on a blog–whatrealdslookslike.wordpress.com—by Valentine’s Day 2015.

(No one’s making money here or exploiting anyone or anything–this is purely for entertainment and educational purposes. I think the results will be fascinating to both kinksters and non-kinksters alike.)

I’d love it if you wanted to share a bit of your own life and story. Here’s how to do it:

Send me an account of a day (one real day) in your actual life—or it can be just part of a day. For that day, write down what you do: both the things related to your dynamic and the other activities and responsibilities of the life you lead. For example, mine today might look like this:

6 AM                        Kids wake up early. Resettle them, then snuggle back into bed with Daddy.

6:30 AM             Can’t fall back to sleep, so ask Daddy permission to jill off while kissing his body. Half-asleep, he mumbles, “Of course, baby,” so I do, then curl up next to him and fall asleep.

8 AM                        Wake up for real. Wake Daddy up by sucking his cock a little.

8:30 AM            Go for a run with Daddy and talk about plans for upcoming kink activities.

9 AM                        Shower with Daddy.

9:30 AM            Make sure Daddy approves of my outfit. He does, but partly because we need to get going and he wants me to hurry up.

10 AM                         Take the kids sledding.

NOON            Go out for lunch. Encourage Daddy order something decadent that he wants. Have him help me order something that will help me stick to my diet.

1:30 PM            Grocery shopping and errands and trudging through the snow.

4 PM            Spend some time online emailing the couple we might play with next month while the kids play and Daddy fixes the dryer.

5 PM            Start dinner. Fetch Daddy his beer, then tell him what to chop and dice, because he’s my sous chef.

6 PM            Dinner with the family.

7 PM            Put kids to bed. Daddy brushes their teeth while I get their outfits out for tomorrow.

8 PM            Read the Sunday paper.

10 PM            Head up to get ready for bed. Daddy and I take off each other’s clothes for one another every night.

10:30 PM            Sigh happily as I feel the physical comfort of Daddy’s body next to me. Wait for him to tell me how he wants to fuck me tonight.

I am looking for stories from all genders, styles, ages and experiences of D/s. Accounts from both D-types and s-types are most welcome (just let me know which one you are if it isn’t clear from your account). In your account, you can call your partner Master or Mister or Lady or slave or girl or baby or dirty pig or, you know, Susie Lou—whatever style and name you use in your own life. Or maybe you’re a single D- or s-type right now; that’s cool, too, as long as something about how you live your daily life reflects your kink identity.

All accounts will be posted anonymously: choose how you want to be identified and just let me know (e.g., Master 27, slave jane, O’s Boi, GJ, Harry).

To participate, send me your day’s account no later than February 5. You can PM me on Fetlife (I’m AuraB), or email me at realdsproject@gmail.com.

Things a Daddy might say

My Daddy is so good at taking care of his girl. But because he’s so damn loving and kind, it can be difficult for him to let his inner beast loose sometimes: while he’s almost always ready to fuck me senseless, it can be challenging for him to be demanding or greedy, or to take without asking. But Daddy, I LIKE when you are demanding and greedy and take without asking!

So to encourage him to continue to explore his dominance and his ownership of me, here are a few sweet nothings I’d love to hear come out of his yummy mouth:

“Apologize/make it up to me with your mouth, little girl.”

“More. Now.”

“I know you’re tired/sick/stressed out. I don’t care. Daddy needs to cum, and it’s your job to make that happen.”

“That’s my girl” or “I own this.” (in public)

Other ideas?

Recharging

I know we’ve neglected this blog for far too long. What can I say: we’re busy, and our life as deviants often takes a backseat to our life as responsible citizens, at least during the daylight hours.

But Daddy and I are committed to living this life together in as many creatively filthy, dirty, kinky, sexy ways as we can, and so, encouraged by one of our mentors on this journey, I’ve decided that we will start using this blog again, this time as a kind of journal of ideas and inspirations of things we want to try together. Maybe if you’re lucky–and we have time!–we’ll also post pictures and/or stories of some of the activities that resulted from these inspirations.

And please–we want to hear from you, our readers! We welcome your own suggestions, your questions, your comments. So be in touch!

How I Take Care of my Girl

She told me she was feeling very much in need of some caretaking, some gentle TLC.  We had a bit of a date night, so we planned to get in our PJs after dinner and putting the kids to bed, crawl under the covers, and snuggle up to watch a bad movie before getting to sleep.  Well, “getting to sleep” means fucking and THEN getting to sleep–the latter rarely happens without the former for us.  So we got cozy and tried watching Brad and Angelina beat each other up and then have rough sex, but it so wasn’t worth it (such a dumb movie, and the people who said there was some BDSM in it have a very low bar).  But it was lovely to hold her close and gently stroke her face and neck and collarbone and chest, rubbing our legs together like crickets.  I touched her gently in all her favorite spots and she purred like a kitten.  I love taking care of her that way, making sure she feels how much I want to love and protect her, letting her use my body like a teddy bear, something to cling to for comfort.

After the disappointing sex scene, we turned off the movie and took our PJs off.  Even though the movie did little for us, we were still all revved up, as we always are when we spend more than a few minutes in close proximity.  Her hand had been down my pants most of the evening, stroking me hard and letting me get soft and starting all over, making me leak all over my pants.  And I knew when I took her panties off, they’d be soaked as always.  We began making out, moaning and feeling the bliss that we find in each other’s naked bodies.

At some point I told her, “Baby, Daddy’s cock needs some sucking”, and like the good girl she is, she nodded earnestly and made her way under the covers to her favorite spot between my legs.  She blew me gently for a long time, licking and sucking slowly and getting me really hard, just the way I love to have it build up.  Then she stopped and began jerking me off frantically, something she doesn’t do a lot, but something that really turns us both on.  It feels so much like a high school handjob in the front seat of a car.  She started sucking again, fast and hard this time, got me so close.  She backed off and then did it again, bringing me so close to the edge.  I thought for a second about letting myself just release in her little mouth, but no, I needed to fuck.  I always need to fuck.

Eventually, she stopped and crawled up my body and kissed me, and then began masturbating herself while she kissed my cheek and I whispered secret naughty things in her ear.  The dirtier I talk to her, the harder she cums, and she did, insanely hard, gasping and yelping as she collapsed onto my chest.  And then she started almost chanting “Please fuck me please fuck me please fuck me”.  Few things get me more turned on than that, the simple and urgent need for MY cock inside her.  I got behind her and eased myself into her.  As wet as she was, it still takes a bit of work to get all of me in there.  I fucked her slow at first, rolling like a wave, and she came and came.  I could feel it wouldn’t take me long thanks to the incredible blowjob buildup. She kept telling me to use her, to fuck her as hard as I wanted to, to make it hurt.  Hearing those things from her always pushes me to the edge, it’s like it becomes impossible for me to not get harder and faster.  I pushed her down onto her belly so I could ride her hard (we love the jockey position) and I fucked as hard as I could until I exploded in her.  My head collapsed onto her back as I came, my entire body being drained in that moment.  It felt like it took an eternity for me to stop cumming, and then finally we fell over and started drifting to sleep.

I know that when she needs gentle caretaking, she often still needs a hard fuck, and the fact that I get to do both is one of life’s greatest treats.

Sunburnt girl

Daddy and I went to Los Angeles and rented a muscle car convertible so he could drive his girl around in style. It was fantastic. And I got sunburned.

sunburnt breasts

Abuse Your Power. Please.

Dear Daddy,

I love that you’re such a good, big-hearted man. I love that you are kind and gentle and concerned about others and the world.

And I love that you’re so sweet to me. I love that you take such good care of me, and that I always feel so adored and protected by you.

But sometimes I want you to abuse your power.

You have power over me, you know. I find you impossible to resist: every thing about you drives me wild. I love your velvety skin, dark hair, broad shoulders, your strong back, your solid chest, your handsome face, your big brown eyes, your huge thick cock. I love the noises you make: the grunts and groans when you have to have me, the sighs of delight when I’m spoiling you, the happy hums when I’m bringing you delicious things to eat or drink.  I love the heft of your body over mine, how helpless and small I feel when you pin me down or hug me tight. I love when you give me your wolfish, hunting look; I love your eager puppy look; I love the way you own me just by looking at me.

Because you do own me. As you know.

So use it, Daddy. Use your power. Abuse your power. Lord the parts of your body I love so much over me, literally: suspend them over me; rub them on me; make me beg for them in my hands, my mouth, my little bunny hole.  Make me crawl to you, or sit at your feet. Make me wait till I can’t stand it. Just stare at me and watch me melt. Tell me what to do. Tell me exactly how to please you.

I know that for much of your life, in many situations and relationships, you have felt anything but powerful. You have been scared, insecure, anxious. You have far too often felt rejected, neglected, unheard, invisible. You have far too often compromised, settled for less than what you need, sure that you won’t get to have what you really want.

But not anymore. I see you as powerful. I want, more than anything, for Daddy to get exactly what he wants. I love serving that up to you on a platter. I love watching you accept this as truth, and seeing the power wash over you, fill you, make you swell with ego. It’s incredibly arousing to me to witness you coming into the knowledge that, in this relationship, with me as your sub, you hold power in this way. You are Dominant.  You are my Daddy. And I want to make sure you never forget how much power you have over me.

And that–tenderly, roughly, consensually, enticingly–you abuse it.

Love,

your girl

“Fuck it, Daddy”

She was tied up on our bed, securely fastened in the six-point rig we bought specially for nights like this, buck naked and gorgeous.  I’d spent the last half-hour gently caressing and tickling her all over, touching all the sensitive parts and making her squirm and squeal and moan “nonononononono Daddy nonononono”.  Every few minutes, I’d check her little pussy to see how wet she was getting.  A few times, she’d decide she should try fighting back and make the most adorable little determined face, lips all scrunched and aggressive, eyes squinting, and I’d tease her about it–“Oooh, such a scary face, baby!”  She started begging me for it, “Please Daddy, now”, and when I told her, “Maybe I won’t fuck you tonight, maybe we should just go to sleep”, she moaned loudly and gushed.

Eventually I take off my shorts and gently hover my body over hers, letting my chest hair tickle her, letting my hard cock brush against her and she begins bucking and lifting her body to mine.  I gently caress her swollen wet pussy with my cock and she starts saying “Yeah Daddy, fuck it, fuck it, Daddy”, over and over.  I try hard to resist, making her wait just a little more because she wants me to and I love hearing her beg and become desperate.  But I know I’ll give in soon.  It’s so hard for me to hold out once she starts the begging and pleading.  I slowly unbuckle the cuffs from around her wrists and thighs, giving her free rein to move, and she immediately reaches for my cock to guide it into her.  I take it from her and start rubbing the head against her clit and labia, feeling how soaked she is and making her sigh “yeahyeahyeahyeah”, until that glorious moment when I slide all eight inches into her, burying myself deep and feeling her clench and cum for the first time.

Then the fucking begins…

How I Give a Blowjob

Happy Steak & BJ (& pie) Day, everyone!

If you don’t know, the idea is that since February 14th is Valentine’s Day, which is most commonly an excuse for feminine people to get flowers and chocolate from masculine people, there should be a corresponding day the following month, March 14, on which masculine people get what they want, which is red meat and blowjobs.

Yeah, it’s heterosexist and silly, but so is Valentine’s Day to begin with. And anyway, in our household, the truth is I love giving Daddy what he wants, and Daddy does want steak and blowjobs more than almost anything.

Well, steak, blowjobs and pie. And luckily, March 14 is Pie Day, too. 3.14=pi. Get it?

So we’re celebrating all three things here today, and I wanted to take the opportunity to tell you how I give a hummer, since it seems like the way I do it is a little unusual, and because Daddy loves it so much. (Please note that this can be used on anybody who thinks of themselves as having a cock.)

The AuraBunny Blowjob in Six Easy Steps (patent pending)

1. Get acquainted with the cock at hand.  Look at it. Touch it gently. Hold it firmly.  Kiss it. Lick it. Really get to know it. Talk about how beautiful it is.  Greet it like an exciting new day. Just don’t suck it yet.

2. Savor the cock.  Run your tongue up and down it, all around it. Kiss its full length.  Mush your mouth against it. Stroke the balls.  Glide it over some smooth and delicious part of your own body or face.  Lick it lavishly.  Breathe on it. Moan next to it. Just don’t suck it yet.

3. Suck it with precision.  Put your whole mouth around it. Apply some pressure. Go up and down very slowly, feeling all the aspects of it with your tongue.  Rub your lips on it as you go.  Flick it with your tongue. Make circles. Imagine yourself taking it in (and out) centimeter by centimeter. Go as slow as you possibly can, but vary pressure and angles.  Shift your body around and try it from another position.  Keep going. Make him gasp.

4. Suck it sloppy.  Daddy loves it when, once he’s all worked up, I start getting really sloppy, so see if the person attached to the cock you  love likes this: Open your mouth as wide as you can and try to take it all in. Let it be really wet and juicy. Make your tongue go wild all over it. Deep throat it a little. Grasp it hard with one (or two) hands and hold it steady so you can make your mouth a big yummy mess it gets buried in.  Go faster. Now go faster.

5. Swallow.  I love to be a good girl for Daddy, and Daddy likes a girl who swallows. I actually love to swallow him.

6. After the orgasm, repeat #1. And #2. And maybe #3. And you know, if your cock is ready to go again, maybe #4.  (Certainly not every cock I’ve been with has wanted this, but Daddy loves to be touched and licked and sucked gently immediately after he cums. Like, no pause. Which is super fun.)

Your mileage may vary, of course.  Best always to communicate with the person who owns the cock you love and ask what they like, or experiment with a bunch of different techniques until you land on the one that makes them go wild.  But if any of you decide to give this a try, let me know if it works well for you, ok?

cock in lips