Bratty Slut's Personal Corner

I could hear the rain outside. I pulled my comforter higher up as I snuggled, rub my face and hug the warm body beside me. Wait, did I say warm body?! I opened my eyes and look at the person beside me, speechless. Daddy was naked beside me on the bed. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. It must be a dream. He was supposed to have a meeting this morning. I followed him as he had work and he thought it would be fun to have me taking a break out of home – by the beach for a little bit. I looked at him – torn between waking the beautiful Italian man in front of me or to have him in my arms for a little bit more. I was about to wake him when he said, “Don't question, baby girl. Massage my balls and lick your favorite lollipop. I've been watching you for a while.” I rubbed my eyes awake. “Hmm... Morning Daddy”, slowly looking at him as I could see his eyes still covered by his right arm. I find it amusing that he knows what I'm thinking although he's clearly not looking at me. Wit...

I was suddenly dragged into a room. Unknown to anyone; unknown to me. Probably, 2 people, I knew but they're not the ones that needed to talk to me. The room felt bare. Dark. Silent. Until he spoke. No, I don't know who he is. The only word that came to my mind then, Mysterious. If you want to imagine, it'll be like the movies where the spotlight is on me and the ones that interviews and observe are nowhere to be seen - only heard.

Have you ever wondered how it feels like to talk to your inner voice? It feels like it's you yet wiser,  deeper and patient. Here's my conversation with my little... Closing my eyes It's where I am now... Where am I? In the depths of your very own mind. How? It's your choice, not mine. Why? You did say you'll not run. When? It's anytime you are ready... anywhere you physically might be. What now? Listen, breathe and believe. For you are safe. I'll not hurt you baby, I promise I won't. And so I did... stepping a little into the depths of my own mind. Afraid yet aware of my fears. Unshaken for it is all of me. And so... words again flowed in.  The way it always had been... Why am I like this? Why do I always end up here? The voice in my head smiled.. "For you are alone"  Is this the way it will always be? Loneliness cannot be replaced For it's within you Deep into your soul you are. I embraced...

(Daddy's View)  I couldn't stop tapping my finger on the table, It's been ages and my clearance is still not coming through! Why?! Why does a stupid unexpected security breach is happening right now?! It's been 7 hours, I'm 5 hours late! I spoke to Richard, the head of the security team. At least let me make a call but protocols are protocols. I hate protocols yet who am I to say when my personal life with baby girl is all about protocols! No, this can't be happening... I can't let her be suffering. I need to do something! My anxiety was getting to me. I remembered her words, “Daddy, can you not ignore me? Will you stay with me?”. I know how hard it is for her – and here I am, punishing her in the toilet for over the time limit. This isn't going to be good. Shit... (My View)  I think I've lost my voice. I could no longer cry. It hurts so much. It hurts more inside. I don't know what to do... I am scared... Daddy, where are you. It...

I was sitting down in my room, questioning my existence of love. I choose to be poly for I no longer want to be hurt. Tying myself down to one or binding myself with a commitment to one feels more of a burden I'm throwing to another as I struggled to find my footing on this beautiful earth. Poly works for me as I have more of a choice - to turn to the different partners for the different needs I have, yet I learn to realize I'll never be satisfied for nothing completes me. And so... I decided to write. Not knowing how it'll be. I allowed myself into my little space and here's my internal conversation.

He put his cold fingers on my back as he caresses with an unbelievable amount of tenderness. Every inch of his love could be felt through that soft touch of his. I ache for him, trying to arch my back closer towards him but to no availed. Tied, bounded, locked at a position – my belly on the bed and blindfolded. There's nothing much I could do. I let out a loud moan and he pulled my hair roughly, inching his face close to mine. I could feel his heavy breathing as his lips caressed my face, about to reach my lips. But before I could feel it, he stuffed a ball gag into my mouth and locked it down. I moaned but it sounded like a sniffle. He laughed coldly, “Finally, my little brat isn't gonna be able to fight back with both holes ready for Daddy to play.”. I struggled in my reins and failed miserably – moaning in response. “So, baby girl. Tell daddy. Which hole do you want me to use today?”. I couldn't respond to him. “Baby girl, 1 finger for your cunt. 2 for your ass....

A relationship is born through a bonding of trust. One of which the dynamic of respect, honour and faith to their partners. With this, BDSM is different from any regular relationship - in my eyes. When it comes to a Friend With Benefits relationship, it encompass a bonding of trust, communication and connection. This however doesn't need to be deep for its about being as friends with sex as the topping. The fear is when lust becomes love for one or the other - when one isn't there to commit. This comes to me wondering what if... for a BDSM relationship. Would it be worse for the connections reign deeper - sipping into our souls?