Intimacy

What is Intimacy?

Intimacy is one of those things that people are almost always so gungho to tell you sex isn’t involved in it and you should look for other ways to be intimate with your partner(s). I am a firm believer that sex is one of the best ways to be intimate BUT I also enjoy other forms of intimacy.

One of my love languages is physical touch and sex is definitely falling into that category. Being a submissive sometimes does make intimacy a little hard for me just because I don’t always know how to initiate it. But I love to be cuddled and kissed. Just being close to my partner.

Lately, Daddy has been fucking me a lot and it makes me feel loved. There is also the little in me craving a different type of affection. The hugs and kisses and cuddles. I want to sit on my knees with my head in Daddy’s lap as he pets my hair and calls me a good girl.

One of my favorite scenes with Daddy was probably the most intimate one we have had. It was at an old local dungeon and I was teaching one of our mutual friend’s crafty group to make fire wands and Daddy was going to demonstrate fire play for them later on.

After finishing making the wands I take my almost naked self down the winding staircase and wait for him. The music was the best that night, nothing too loud and overbearing, but smooth and just set the mood. I undressed and let Sir lead me to the suspension bar that was right next to the stairs.

Reaching my hands up so that he could cuff me I could feel the nerves leaving my body. I was finding my happy place. After locking me in and raising the bar to a comfortable position I felt Daddy’s hands trail down my body brushing against my nipples and making them stand at attention waiting for Him to tease them more. Down my sides before squeezing them just enough to hold my attention. He stepped closer and we rocked back and forth to the music and a smile grew on my face. I could feel his chest rumble as He hummed the lyrics to the song that was playing.

My head fell back against His chest and I just soaked up the moment. This was one of those moments you never wanted to end. We slowly danced to the music as he continued to squeeze and grope my body. A few minutes later Daddy grabbed a fist full of my hair and asked if I was ready. Yes, Sir was and will always be my reply. He started with the floggers and I giggled as the falls danced on my skin. The music had picked up by now and the floggers were dancing to the beat. Daddy always knows how to keep time when beating my ass.

All I could do as he beat me was watch the reactions of the people around us. A room full of shocked faces. I loved it and it will never get old. From paddles to floggers and back and forth I sunk into subspaces enjoying the way each swat made me gasp. In between changing tools, I would feel Daddy’s hands glide over my back and ass making sure I was okay.

Some hit making me rise to my tippy toes causing me to yell out in pleasure but I know the people watching were wondering if I was in pain or experiencing pleasure. I always tell people not to use me as a reference for pain in this lifestyle. My pain tolerance is too high and most people who are a part of the BDSM world as submissives don’t enjoy pain on the level that I do.

This will forever be one of my favorite scenes with Daddy. He showed a soft side I didn’t expect yet held nothing back while beating my ass for all of the onlookers. Sir will forever be the man who beats my ass the best.