How my brain connects dots


So today I went to yoga after work.  Itwas a hot yoga called yin.  90 mins of assuming maybe 5 yoga strenuous yoga poses and holding them for a mind numbingly long length of time.  Not my favourite type of yoga, my brain is too busy and I just sit in the pose thinking I want to move!  Is it time to move!  Had she forgotten about us? I need to move!  Or in the more difficult poses. Ow! Ow! Ow! Owie! Ow.  But it is really good for the flexibility and so I for the second time a decided to grumble through it.  

So here I am in a dim, hot and quiet room trying to focus on my breath as I hold one pose while looking forward to and dreading the next transition.  Then she directs us into the bleeding heart pose.  And my blushes start as she instructs us into the proper positioning and I find myself in a slightly extreme version of what Daddy would call position two.  On my knees, chest dropped to the ground, back arched and my bottom  in the air.  For once I was grateful for the dim lighting as my blush exploded on my face.  Now I am in position my brain has taken a sharp turn into the naughty and I am stuck there feeling decidedly exposed for what seemed like forever.  I had to bite back nervous giggles as my brain starting matching other poses with Daddy’s naughty ones as the instructor calmly walked around the room pausing by one of us periodically. Needless to say I was not focused on my breath this class.

January brain can leave any time.

The hustle and bustle of the December holiday season usually has me so exhausted I am running on autopilot for the next month.  I call it January brain and it isn’t capable of much more then the most basic tasks.  This year it seems to be hanging on longer then usual.  It only just dawned on me that the world has welcomed February. Sigh.  It is time to catch up.  I was looking through some pics and found some lovely valentines gift ideas 

For her


They obviously remind me of those little sweetheart candies tee hee. But in my opinion would be “yummier”

For him


If I know my Daddy at all their would be nothing he would like better then to have his little one plugged and on display waiting for him.  The ties… he had asked me a while back to think about how I might be willing to explore my limits.  I have always been intrigued by restraints but a little nervous to give up that amount of control.  Might be willing to test that boundary this year.

I luv our late night drives!

I finally got to see Daddy the other day.  It was another quick visit but as always we were able to make the most of our time.  We took a nice drive in the country and found a quiet place to park.  I luv our little country drives.  Totally makes me feel like a naughty and horny teenager!  Tee hee!  It was also just great to have some alone time with Daddy.  Fingers crossed we can do it again really soon.

Release granted!

I survived homework week!  Barely…I don’t handle denial all that well.  But Daddy was proud of his little girl and has released her from the no cummies. Finally!  Now he has set out a few guidelines for her playtime. She has to spend the next week exploring different playtime positions, toys and when cums she can’t stop until she has had three in a row.  From famine to feast.  My poor kitty won’t know up from down.  Though this assignment is much more preferable to the last. Giggle.

Daddy homework

So my cheeks are fire engine red right now, cause Daddy gave me one of his naughty blush making assignments. The first part of which is included in this post.  First Daddy gave me a friendly reminder to thank all of you who have viewed, followed and commented on my blog.  I am always thinking it but often forget to say it.  Daddy enjoys it when there are witnesses to some of our playtime antics as he knows it makes me blush redder then a tomato.  Despite the blushes I get a little tingly so I guess I like it a bit too, but don’t tell Daddy.  

He wants to be in complete control this week so…..humph I am on orgasm denial with a fair bit of teasing thrown in.  He has also denied me my panties for the week, which always makes me a little self conscious and exposed and ever so aware of my state of arousal.

Those are the constants through out the week, along with a midday “bathroom break” aka teasing session. Can’t have me not needy at any part of the day (pout). And every night this week I also have to spend 15 mins in the corner. State of dress naked, accessories my inflatable plug, chopsticks for my nips, and my paci to help me feel little and controlled.  I have to spend 15 mins with my nose down in the corner and my bottom in the air and I have to tease myself and think/talk about all the naughty things Daddy wants me to do and how it makes me feel.   Then I get to go to bed unfulfilled (foot stomp). Mean ol’ Daddy.

Tonight I had the added assignment of doing a photo shoot of my 5 positions sans clothing and with my plug and chopsticks. After a day of denial and teasing it was dangerous inserting the plug because this act of submission always makes libido skyrocket and being on edge the insertion alone nearly had me breaking the cardinal rule.  I resisted but the way my hips started rolling and bucking was completely instinctual and impossible to control.  Soon blushes took over as I assumed my positions, the hose from the inflatable plug swaying as I changed position.  My tender nips getting pinched and tweaked as I moved. The are super stingy and I still have my corner time to do.  But all said and done Daddy’s wicked ideas were effective as there were many blushes, and my kitty is sopping wet. Is it Monday yet?

Position 1


Position 2


Position 3


Position 4


Position 5