One very caged bird

So i have a cage now for when i misbehave.  Daddy put me in there the other night with a sheet of stickers; i had the greatest time decorating it (despite the tiny space).  Daddy’s threatening to lock me in there if i don’t get my homework done on time 🙂

And interestingly enough, Daddy had occasion to use it just one day after it’s purchase.  It was S’s fault.  That’s all i have to say.  Well, maybe i had something to do with it… but… (scrambles for excuse) i was forced!

S and i were out shopping after school on Monday and she dared me to go inside Victoria’s Secret, then i dared her to try on a bra, then we were putting on all sorts of things, and we finally ended up buying a really cute pair of panties.  They were super cute and i couldn’t not buy them so we bought them with the intention of wearing them the next day at school (matching pantie day!!!)

Then Dad found out.

And i found myself spending my first night in the cage.  That wasn’t so fun; but it made me super grateful when Daddy let me out so i guess it worked?  Daddy confiscated all my panties now except the white ones (boring!!!) Ugh, totally sucks.

Anyone feel like helping me in a panty raid?   ^_^

 

~p

She came back

The Gardens (name changed) was a restaurant far too expensive for my taste; i was relieved that Daddy had chosen my clothing for once again, i was unprepared.  Despite my reservations, the restaurant was beautiful, the food amazing, and the glass of champagne quietly bribed from the waiter added an ethereal feeling to the whole night. i felt as though i were floating almost when You finally make the purpose of this night known.

“I have something to discuss with you.”  As usual, Your tone is far too serious for my liking.  i look with waiting anticipation into your eyes.  “Do you remember my friend, a?”

i instantly remember her lips on mine the last time she was over and my eyes widen involuntarily.

“Ah,” A knowing smile lingers on Your face, “I see you do remember Mistress.  Pleasant memories, I hope?” i cast my eyes downward as my cheeks flame red at the thought,

“Yes,” i manage to whisper.

“Good.”  You seem satisfied with the look on my face.  “Because i have a surprise for you when we get home.”

My stomach drops at exactly the same time that my heart skips a beat.  You mean i get to see her again?  The blonde in the stilettos, Master’s old friend.

Needless to say, the car ride home was filled with anticipation and quiet.  When we pulled up to the house, i was caught off guard by the white Mercedes sitting in front of the dark house.  i notice that there is but one light on, and i’m not shocked to find out it is Your room.

You shut the door of Your car and make Your way around to my side.  Swiftly, You open the door and i step out into the chill of the night.  You wrap Your arm around my shoulders and suddenly i feel my nerves begin to calm and an entire other emotion takes hold of me altogether.  i am excited, eager anticipation lights my eyes and i wonder if You can smell the excitement on me.

“Go to your room, a.  Get ready.  Do not talk.”

i bow to You to indicate that i understand and make my way to my bedroom.  i flip the lights on and sigh at my familiar surroundings.  Quickly, i slip out of my dress and put my collar on.  i am only in panties, stockings, and my collar when Daddy knocks on the door and tells me He is ready.

Quietly, i make my way to Your room and knock quietly.

“Come in.”  The voice that answers is not Yours but it is familiar.  Venom and honey.  My heart is fluttering now.  i push the door open slowly and am greeted by dim candlelight; You are standing in front of the bed and she is sitting in the same chair in the corner as before.  You both look like hungry wolves to me.

“Oh come, darling.  Don’t be shy, we know each other too well for that.”  Her voice is light and easy, as though we were having a casual conversation and i were not almost naked.  “Come here.”

i walk slowly over to her and my knees are weak.

“Now kiss me.”  i am shocked yet eager to comply.  Gently, my mouth finds hers and is immediately overwhelmed by her lips and her tongue and the smell of her pheromones.  “Mmm,” i can hear her moan against my lips and her soft hand as it grabs my breast.  “Good girl. Now, go to your Master.”

i walk over to You, the half-smile on Your face betrays you.  You are enjoying Yourself.

“Please Me, a.  Get on your knees.”  i drop to the floor immediately and kiss the tip of Your cock.  The need to worship You is too great.  i can tell that You are quite enjoying Yourself when my mouth finally encompasses You almost entirely and i make my way up and down Your shaft; i love pleasing You.

Suddenly, You grab my hair and push Yourself further into my mouth; i am struggling to take You in fully.  You moan out in pleasure right as Mistress makes her way over to us.  You hand me over to her and she pulls me up by my hair to a standing position.

“Get on the bed.”

“Yes Mistress.”  it barely comes out as a whisper.  i clamber onto the bed and look eagerly to You as You make Your way towards me.

“Now,” Her voice is full of desire, “get on your hands and knees so I can enjoy you.”  Quickly, she crawls underneath me and starts licking me between my legs and the only thing i can think to do is to is to try to return the favor but before i can even get started, i feel Your fingers enter me and i am lost in ecstasy.

Together, You and Mistress bring me to orgasm again and again; each time harder than the last.

When You are finally done playing with me, You show Mistress to the door and i lay in the afterglow; shadows flickering from the candlelight playing on my body.  i am so grateful for You.

 

~p

 

Confessions

“i smoked weed with some of the girls on the tennis team, Daddy.”  My heart is beating far too rapidly; Your shadowed eyes aren’t helping either.

“It’s a plebeian’s drug, a.  What were you thinking?”  Your tone borders on amused, i’m a bit lost.

“i wanted to try it, Daddy.  i just kinda wanted to know what it was like.”

“And…?”

“And i’m really sorry.”

“you misunderstand me.  What was it like?”

“Oh!”  Your reaction altogether shocks me.  “Well, it was actually kinda fun.  B brought it, we did it, and nothing bad happened…”  Am i being lured into a trap?

“And are you going to do it again?”

“Not without Your permission, Daddy.”  my down-turned eyes cannot meet Yours.  You sigh in relief.

“Good girl.  Now, come over here.”

My feet pad across the floor over to where You’re sitting; my heart is fluttering, thumping, pounding now.

“Take off your shirt.”

i slowly unto the buttons and let the soft material make it’s way to the floor.

“Now your panties.”  i start to move, “Keep the skirt on.”

i’m surprised, but i comply; pulling my panties down my thighs, letting them slip past my knees and drop to the floor.

“Now get on my lap, I want your ass in the air.”

Quickly, i lay my pale body over Daddy’s knees, now i get it.  Daddy’s hands are swift as He pulls my skirt up around my stomach and rubs my ass softly with His rough hand.  The first slap comes unexpected and i cry out involuntarily; Daddy sighs.

“When are you going to learn to hold your tongue,  my sin?”  i can tell by the tone of His voice that He is laughing at me.  i am ready for the second slap and make sure to clamp my mouth shut against the pleasure-pain.  Daddy spanks my ass again.  And again. Each one just slightly harder than the last.

“you forget yourself, a.  you are My plaything and can do nothing without my permission.  Is that understood?”

i barely manage a “Yes, Master” when His hand lands sharply between my legs.  i gasp but manage not to make any other noises.  Daddy hits me three more times between my legs; i can barely keep myself from coming.  Gently this time, His hand finds my ass and rubs it tenderly.  His hands go slowly between my legs and find their mark.

His fingers gently yet urgently move me to orgasm.  i can no longer keep it in and cry out helplessly in His lap.  Satisfied with His achievement, Daddy pulls my braids so that my head is twisted up towards Him and He whispers softly in my ear.

“Good girl.  Now, go get the flogger…”  He smiles salaciously.

 

~p

i tried pot! (and a shower story)

It was awesome, i won’t lie.

We (tennis girls and i) were all at practice but coach was absent!  We smacked each other with balls, we were splashing each other with our water bottles, and someone broke out their phone and put some music on ^_^  Then B pulled out the pot.  Like, three of us stopped short and were like “Oh, but i heard its bad for you.” That didn’t last long. ^_^

She only had about two g’s on her but we managed.  We coughed so much, it was totally obvs that i’d never tried it before.  Then it was time to change out and shower and apparently pot makes us horny because as soon as we got into the showers, all we could do was stare at each other’s bodies.  (S has the best tits! Granted, her nipples are big, but they pucker really nicely when she’s cold.)  So i waited til S and B were close together and they got totally water-ballooned!  They were freezing too, revenge is so awesome!!

It quickly evolved into more, though.  i don’t know if it was the weed or the cold water or something in the air but we all ended up washing each other.  i totally tried to take advantage of the situation and rub S’s breasts then she one-upped me by slipping her fingers between my thighs.  i gasped and she took advantage of my open mouth and kissed me hard.  i think that in and of itself made me come.  i had always been afraid that the attraction i had to her was far more than what she felt for me and here she was, proving me wrong.

i tried to act dominant and push her against the wall but she swung me around and suddenly i was the one pressed between her slippery body and the wall.  Her fingers were moving expertly with my own gyrating hips and it took no time at all for me (and her) to come.

i swear at one point we were like, playing orgasm chicken. We kept trying to get each other off without coming ourselves, i think it may be my new favorite game.

Oops, i seem to have forgotten all about that match tomorrow… ^_^

Wonder how Daddy will react when i tell Him…

 

~p

Poetic ranting…

And that is why i’m not allowed on the computer after i’ve had anything to drink (whoops…).  Apparently, i just get really ‘faux-etic’ (haha, poetic?… ok, not funny.)  I’ll try to keep my drunken musings off the internet from now on ^_^

Anyways, school today sucked.  Also, i hate standardized testing.  The only fun part was tennis, we got into a scrubbie war in the shower; it was pretty sweet, they were flying everywhere 🙂 S and B tag-teamed me so they’re totally gonna get it tomorrow… (i think a really cold water balloon or two might find their way into the locker room)

Easter with Dad was awesome, btw!  Daddy made the coolest egg hunt for me (i know, even i’m too old for this), all the eggs had pieces of a picture inside of them and when i finally put it all together, it was a picture of our bathroom but it was full of candles and roses (super romantic!).  Daddy took me upstairs and we got into the bath together, it was so much fun.  He had candles and incense lit, as well as a few ‘other’ pleasurable things.  He even washed my hair! (which He knows i’m crazy about)

The evening ended with an amazing dinner we made together and a death-by-chocolate cake (my own personal experiment).  It was our first actual Easter together and Daddy really made it special.  He bought me a new dress (i know, another one); it’s periwinkle blue lace with beading and a silk ribbon that ties in the back, i love it!

Now to practice dance and form a plan to exact my revenge on S and B ^_^

Atom to atom oh can you feel it on me, love?

Can you tell i’m reaching out to You through the restraints?

Can you feel my pulse beating out Your name?

Do you even know that You’re my savior?

 

Bathed in midnight, You show me complete freedom from myself

i will always be overwhelmed by Your power

Sweating out confessions into the ethereal

as Your whip finds it’s mark

again and again

 

Make me Your sacrifice

i’m ready.

 

~p

 

 

Another stupid dance lesson

So i think this asshole is running a game on me.  (Eesh, rage much?)

Seriously though, Mr.L.T. is a total creeper.  Apparently, he’s been recording our lessons without my knowing to ‘study later’.  i know, not exactly evidence in its own right, but combined with all the looks and the touches, it kinda does gross me out.  i bet he’s totally like that with all the girls he teaches.

On a positive note, the routine i’m working on with him is turning out a lot nicer than i thought it would.  i’m finally getting callouses (ew!!!!) in the right places so it doesn’t hurt to practice anymore.  Who knew, i might actually have grace!

I could be a dancer. 

That's a major option. 

'Cause I do have a natural grace. 

You know, a kind of sad beauty. 

^_^ (points for the reference!)

It’s too bad we have a match with a rival school this Thursday, i’ve been ditching tennis practice lately (Thanks for ratting me out, S.!) so i have to make it up to the coach or she’ll tell Daddy and then i’ll be grounded.  i have a feeling that this is going to be a busy week…

Now i’m actually kind of excited about ballet… was not expecting that! i guess i’m gonna go finish my homework and practice until Daddy gets home!

 

~p

Dinner conversation

So i’m still pretty overwhelmed with everything that happened with Mistress and Daddy the other night.  After everything happened, Mistress went downstairs, had a glass of wine and let herself out.  (Have they done this before?!)  Daddy just held me and we lay together in the candlelight.  i still had a ton of questions but Daddy never gave me permission to speak.  i looked at Him imploringly a couple of times but He would just smile and shake His head at me.

After tricking me into a nap, i awakened about an hour later to find Dad downstairs at the stove.  He smiled, the chicken in the pan sizzling away and explained the mysterious blonde.  She was an old friend of His from school who shared some of the same interests even though they had no interest in each other (she’s a lesbian, apparently).

i sat on the counter top and ate while Daddy explained that He thought it would be a fun idea to see if she liked me (and i guess to see if i liked her) so i’m glad it worked out.

i would really like it if i got to see her again, it was quite an unusual experience.

Sunday should be fun, Daddy says He is making me an egg hunt… kinda makes me wonder what i’m in store for ^_^

 

~p

The night Daddy came home with a woman

i was so nervous, Daddy said He was bringing home a friend that He knew i would be interested in.

i was so NOT expecting her.

You called me on Your way home; Your instructions were so simple.  “Be in position waiting for Me, when I come home.  You do not have permission to speak.”  i hung up the phone silently and began to strip down to my panties, plaid skirt, and bra.  i put my collar on and fixed my hair the way You like it.  Then i entered Your room and waited.

It felt like an hour before You finally came to me.  You opened the door to find me kneeling at Your feet.

“Hello, a.”

i kiss Your feet.

“Now say hello to my friend.  This is Mistress.”

i gasp inwardly as a pair of high black heels makes its way over; i am not allowed to look up and the sensation to figure out what is going on is overwhelming.

“Say hello to my friend, a.” Daddy had to ask a second time.  That’s a punishment.  i bend down quickly and kiss the heels i’m so uncertain of.

“Shh, M.”  Her voice is like honey laced with venom.  It soothes in a dangerous way.  “She seems like a good girl, maybe she’s just nervous.”

“Thank you.” i whisper softly to the heels.

“You will address me as Mistress, is that understood?”  Honey and venom…

“i’m sorry, Mistress.”  i am trembling.

“Good girl.  Now stand.”

i rise, uncertain still of this stranger, all i know is that she is beautiful.  Long blond hair is braided back from her face, she looks regal, as though she were used to only the best treatment.

“Would you like to test her, or shall I?”  Daddy (M) looks from me to her impatiently.

“I will watch, M.  I want to watch her reaction to you.”  Slowly, i think i am figuring out what is going on here… and i don’t think i’m ready at all.  The thought of running away strikes me briefly as i watch the shadows in Mistress’ eyes playing across her irises.  She turns from me and seats herself in the corner of the room.

“Get on the bed, a.”  Master’s voice is so rough and masculine compared to the woman in the corner.  i jump to obey His commands even though i’m not even sure i want to.

As soon as i am seated on the bed, Master immediately shoves Himself into my mouth and i gag slightly as i struggle to please Him.  From the corner of the room, she lets out a laugh.  “Small- mouthed indeed.”

Master rips my bra off and His teeth clamp down on my tender nipple.  Inadvertently, my mouth opens wider as i gasp from the sensation running from Master’s teeth down my spine and He shoves Himself deeper into my mouth.

Suddenly, i am pushed back onto the bed.  My head lands (thankfully) softly on the mattress and my body is bathed in candlelight, i am exposed and so very embarrassed.

“Don’t be shy now, dear.” It’s her again.  She has a dazzling smile. “I quite like your body, its young.”

i want to say something to her (like ‘who the fuck are you and what the flying fuck is going on?!) but Daddy has come back with the vibrator and i don’t even want to fathom His plans for me.  He pries my legs apart and i gasp when He makes contact.  My hands go flying of their own accord down to Master’s arms, trying to fight Him off.

That’s when she decides to participate.

i don’t even realize that she’s moved before she has her hands on my arms and is pulling me onto my back again.

i gasp as the vibrator returns and her lips find mine.

And just like a switch is flipped i go from being frightened to unrestrained and can feel myself coming as though it were my first time again, harder and harder.  i am moaning against her mouth and she is smiling between kisses.

“I quite like this one.”  She pulls away, leaving me reaching out for her.

Daddy smiles at me like i’ve passed some kind of test.

“a, meet Mistress S.  We don’t exactly interest each other, but you certainly interest us.”

 

~p

Folding Paper Hearts

It’s late and You were supposed to be home already.  i’ve finished all the chores, the house is dark and quiet, i think it’s missing Your presence too.  i’m freshly showered and my hair is braided for the night.  The volume it turned up far too loudly and i’m singing along as i sit on the bed in my room, bare pale legs crossed, playing with origami cranes and stars.

You take Your shoes off and pad quietly through the house.  You put Your keys and the take-out on the kitchen table and make Your way up to my room.  The door is just barely open, i am full out belting the lyrics to House of the Rising Sun into my brush-mic and suddenly the door swings open to reveal You standing there watching me as You undo Your tie; slouched against the door frame, You look quite amused at what You’ve walked in on.

i feel so silly; You caught me again and i can’t help but laugh at the sheer impossibility of our lives together, of our even meeting.  You stretch out Your arms to me and i jump into them willingly and let You carry me into Your room.  i’ve missed you so and i can tell by the way Your arms tighten around me as You smell my neck that You must have missed me too.

Dinner can wait.

 

~p