Bratty Slut's Personal Corner

Darkness - Am I being blindfolded? For it feels there's something over my head. Dead silence - There's something in my ears. I can't hear. Locked - I can't budged. I can't move. Well, not more than an inch on my hands or my legs - completely bare and starfish on the bed! Speechless - I can't speak. Something slightly bouncy but big is in my mouth. Am I gagged? I tried to move - my hands, my legs, my head - hoping to remove the blindfolds or the ear plugs or the bindings but to no avail. And so, I tried to scream but I feel I'm only listening internally to the sounds I'm trying to make. This went on for 5 minutes as I slowly digested where I was.

"We live in our perception of people's perception of  us" - Jay Shetty I might have gotten the words of this quote wrongly but the concept is still the same.  99% of the time... I live in this world of perception.  Be it if I'm aware of this fact or not.

I arrived. After hours on the plane, I finally arrived. My first time alone traveling to see the love of my life - the man that changed my views on BDSM, relationships and my self-worth. From a distance, I saw his beaming smile and his open arms. He didn't look that tall as everyone around him was about the same height but it does feel like I stepped into the land of giants as I felt like a midget in the eyes of hundreds of people in the airport. My knees shook as the reality of things started coming into my head. Just a couple of weeks ago, he had a huge row with his wife because he had to break the news about my existence. They haven't been talking much apart from arguing over the smallest things possible since then. I felt as if I was the reason for their broken marriage and questioned my decision constantly if I should even take this trip. However, his smile in front of me melted everything away and I fell on my knees, shaking in tears as I realized this is no longer a

Part 1 Note: Merry Christmas Daddy. I hope you'll enjoy this little Christmas gift I made for you.   His fingers lightly brush along my body as we lay by the fireplace talking about our first conversation online. The dim lights makes our little Christmas Eve moment a little more special as it was our first time physically together. His smile gives me the little butterflies despite being deadly sleepy from my flight to Great Britain. He wanted to take it further but I shook my head, rejecting it altogether. I could see his disappointment in his eyes. However, he smiled and stroke my hair knowing that I would want to treasure this moment with him.  The truth was far different from that though... Me: Daddy... Daddy: Yes, Babygirl.   He looks at me with his beautiful grey-blue eyes, stroking the ends of my hair gently.  Me: Mmmhhmm... Can I give you your Christmas gift earlier?  Daddy: Do you want yours earlier too?  Me: *thinks* Why don't Daddy de

Walking into BDSM, the last thing on my mind was a relationship. However, with the Ancient One... it was his sincerity and his vulnerability that opened the door to my heart - making me believe in the possibility of finding the right man. I was in a dynamic. He is married. It never occurred to any of us that anything could ever happen. It started with my innocence of eating ice cream. Who would have ever thought, the perverted Ancient One was thinking of a human popsicle. He said he wanted 'ice cream' too and I told him to go for it. He came back beaming - he had his 'ice cream' and that's when we both realized it was a genuine misunderstanding.

I knew dead on that I'm in trouble. I should have paid more attention to Daddy's instructions and the discussions we had in the past few weeks. He has hinted many times yet I've been really ignorant about it. Daddy looked at me – his eyes dead-on furious as he observes me carefully, deciding what to do. “Where is he?” “He's in the bathtub. I thought he wants to rape me” I whimpered in fear. “I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry. I didn't know”. Daddy was furious at first. He then took a deep breath and pats my head lightly as he shushes me. “It's okay baby girl. You didn't know... you probably forgot. I'm sorry I scared you.” He then bends over to face me and said, "We talked about this baby girl. You knew it will happen within this week. Yet, you've not been paying much attention uh." He gave a threatening look that I've not seen except during days I was being a brat and was being punished. I panicked but I couldn't say a word. I