Photo taken my me. Top: Thick but supple Rubber paddle. Bottom: Leather, two-layered paddle.

Bragging on my Phoebe

I included this in a comment to DE (Discover and Explore), but I’ve decided to share it in a post as well.  It was too delicious not to be noticed by others.

Phoebe and I had plans to attend a Slosh (a Munch with adult beverages) last night, but some of her earlier plans for a playdate with a play partner fell through, so that she could come over earlier.  

“Daddy, I have this sexy idea I want to do for you, but…you’ll need to wait in your apartment for me to come up on my own and knock on the door.” She texted me.  

I usually go downstairs and walk her up to my apartment, as a gentleman Dom should.  

“I love this idea!”  I texted back.

She sweetly clarified in another text.  “Well, it’s more of a slutty idea.”

“I have no problem with that,” I responded.

She texted that she had parked and was on her way up.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

I open the door and there’s my babgirl standing there and she’s lowered the bodice of her dress so she’s topless, plus she’s wearing her collar for me.

“Daddy, may I come in, please?” She smiled and begged.

Ok, so I’m a sadist.  I did make her wait about ten seconds before I said, “Yes.”

This occurred around 1 p.m. in my apartment complex.  My little girl is growing up into such a lovely little slut for Daddy!

SLOSHED

The Slosh was at a NightClub!  It was fun, and I’m going to enough of these that I’m beginning to recognize familiar faces and be recognized.  While authentic adult beverages were available for purchase at the bar, they also provided free cold water and cups.  Phoebe was diligent in keeping us well-hydrated.  She knows I’m supposed to drink more water.  

Met some new people, chatted with people I knew, and oh, I bought two prints from an erotic photographer.  He and his sub-wife are friends with Phoebe.  They’re very cool and not at all naked, but very provocative in capturing the emotional eye contact and facial expressions of submission and being dominated.  I’m going to put them on my bedroom wall, since if you’ve come that far into my place, then I must know you pretty well.  They’re having another erotic photoshoot on Sunday night.  All photographers (with cameras or iPhones) are welcome.  We might be going.

On the way home, I suggested trying something new for me but not for her: a trip to an Adult Toy Store.  Yes, we have them in my state.  Shocking, I know.  We went and browsed.  We ended up getting the two paddles pictured at the start of this post.  Phoebe likes the one with stars.  “It feels good.”  The rubber one with the imprint of skulls?  “Feels like unholy hell even at half capacity!”  We’re hoping for some nice marks to show up today.  She doesn’t mark very well, no matter how hard we try.  Sigh.

SOME BUNNY LIKES ME

You’ll recall from an early post that I mentioned a lovely, young submissive who had started sending me personal photos, but gave me full permission to post them unless she said otherwise.  No, well, I just repeated it.  You’ll have to go back and read the post for her age. (evil grin)

This is why I have permission to post the following pictures: they tell a funny and erotic story.  This first one is a post Bunny put up on Fet yesterday to get opinions on this outfit for a rock concert last night.  

I teased her in comments that she better not be wearing panties under it!  

“How did you know?” She teased me.

I then DM’d her (Direct Message) and told her, “I think I need proof of that!”

She responded that she was just about to message me with a promise of that very proof.

She sent me some photos late last night, after her concert, but they were taken before she left.  I am sharing two of them.  The good girl sent me proof as asked or commanded…lol.  I’d called her a good girl earlier, saying she’d give me proof.

“You just bring it out, my Master Jon.  You’re always so kind to me.” She answered.

To those Doubting-Thomases who would say she could be just wearing a thong or g-string? She sent an additional photo of herself bent over and removing all doubt. I was going to share it here but realized WordPress might object since it showed full proof.

She did send an additional photo of a kneeling-to-me pose because she already knew I loved those a great deal.  I am not sharing that one on Fet or here. Some things are meant to be kept private, imo.