Size matters

It is a hard feeling still. Sometimes I am puzzled how does all that manage to hide inside me. Yes, I am sorry for not speaking straight. It is difficult sometimes.

I really am surprised that some of my partner’s cocks are fully in. I mean I understand how it works, but hey, it is still huge. Some almost reach my belly button on the outside. The Daddies are not a problem here. They never have anything too large for me and the biggest problem has been to get used to anal.

Fetish date

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Do you think I can go on a date like this or is it over the top? I used to wear some kinky latex skirts and some latex lingerie for personal occasions, but never a full outfit pretending to look like a non-fetish one. Skirts are like that, but they are only a part of the overall outfit and once I thought it was showing too much, I could try to cover it by the top or something like that. In addition, tight skirts are pretty common nowadays so it wasn’t a big deal really to have my butt highlighted by it.

Butt plug for a present

Last night Daddy offered to take me to Paris for the weekend. With one condition though. We should go and get me a butt plug with the tail. The choice of the specific tail was kindly offered to me.

I am not afraid of wearing a butt plug. Depends upon the size, of course, but I think I am going to be fine somehow. It is about the level of inequality between the things offered. I adore Paris and Daddy knows that. Is he equally attracted by my butt then?

Butt toys

Call me spoiled, but I have extended my butt toys set. Have not used it yet though. Somehow worry how does it feel when the yarn goes out. The balls are understandable, but the thread makes me think it may cut something through…

Feeling safe

Well, all those thoughts still browse my mind. I feel very vulnerable, of course, and it scares me to hell. Frankly speaking, so many things scared me already and I managed to get through that I suspect that it will also be fine if I do not lose the interest by that time.

Such relationship (even when it is only a play) is demanding and obviously requires a lot of trust in my understanding. Yet it is different with a man and a woman as I see it. You know I am somewhat dependent on certain men and it does not feel right for me to agree (or offer them) to play that submission story. They may take it too far.

Being deprived

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Well, I guess I am brave enough to try things. And yes, I have finally surrendered to be blindfolded.

Quite an experience I should say. Not as nice as it possibly looks from the outside, but certainly sharpening the emotions. I did not dare to offer my Daddy to try so it was all nice and gentle. Comfortable and almost not scary.

Not being able to predict and to know what to expect was exciting. Scary yet unforgettable… I will probably have to sleep it over to give it a second thought.

Have you tried it? How does it feel?

That is scary

I mean it really is. Not the one above – I am fine with that, but the link below. You know I am very visual and I often try to measure everything by my own standards, but this is freaking scary.

I can easily imagine myself with all that, but as much as it excites me, it makes me want to run away. I never thought of the way it really works and how helpless it leaves you if properly set. The worst thing for me is probably not to be able to take that dildo out and be at my own will.

Yet every time I see something of a kind, it makes me hot. I am not ready to reveal all that, but I was equally reluctant to do so many things I am more or less comfortable with now…

That is not how to behave

Sorry, this image does not really reflect what I am trying to say. It is just the first one I found. But hey, never! Never ever you dare to leave a girl on her own at the street at night.

I am fine. Pissed and scared hell of a lot before the taxi arrived, but fine. I hope none of you will have to feel that. Regardless of who is right or wrong, this is not what should be done. Period.

Unexpected excesses explained

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It has been a relatively standard date. No two dates are 100% similar, of course, but they mostly go along the same lines really.

I took a taxi to arrive to the spot (5 minutes before the time as I prefer). He was there already and the waiter was just waiting for me to sit down. I did not actually have any time to do anything, except for the classic greeting and a meaningless chat for a few minutes.

I should probably give some background here. The man I met is quite a special person even by my standards. I mean we still have a sugar relationship, but he is probably the most sexually oriented among all Daddies I met. He is also very specific about my appearance, which made me uneasy at first. He really likes when I am balancing on the edge.