Lindsey Knott's Naughty Space

Daddy and I had an in depth conversation the other day, and the topic was of course relationships and D/s. I had a thought that maybe, just maybe, the Bible was on to something with calling women the weaker sex and saying we were to submit to the man. Let me add a couple of disclaimers here. 1. I am not a religious person. I believe there is a higher being, but one would not mistake me as a God fearing woman. 2. I'm not saying women are weak, nor am I saying it should always be the woman who submits to the partner in a relationship. What we realized was there was a time when women did a form of submission to their husband, and that time was not that long ago. The crazy thing is, during that time divorce rates were SUPER low. This is where the Bible portion comes into play. Could it be that what really needed to happen for relationships to work is one partner submitting to another? We haven't known many other D/s couples, but from everything we have learned a stable L

The stockings were lost after a Christmas gift unwrapping blur. St. Nicholas had already been there. We were enjoying the relaxing time between Christmas and New Years, and we had nothing to do but play with each other.  Daddy wearing his shiny boxers while sitting in his chair, and me kneeling at his feet enjoying his fingers in my hair.  When all of a sudden I felt a small tug, "bring your mouth here, dear little one."   I happily leaned in, learning his cock was nice and thick. I opened wide, and pleasured him with pride.  When he yelled out, "Oh Princess, come up for a ride."  I jumped into his lap and screamed "OH DADDY. OH DADDY. FUCK ME HARDER AND DEEPER PLEASE".  Before I knew what was happening I was thrown on the ground.  Daddy pulling my ass up and driving his dick deeper inside of me.  My body gave a great shudder as he gave a final grunt and thrust.  Then he whispered in my ear, "come little o

I recently read a post by  Submissy  where she talked about "This Thing We Do" (TTWD) being part of a D/s relationship. How it isn't just based on the physical act of sex, but it causes us all to be on "simmer" all the time with the smallest thing, something as simple as a muttered word, can bring us to the boiling points. I read this post mere hours after me calling Mr "Daddy" for the first time. This had opened a whole new world for us. I have been on "simmer" ever since. Having Daddy call me baby girl the next day when I was at work sent me way over the boiling point. I thought for sure everyone around me could sense my sudden wetness. My cheeks flushed, and my skin was on fire. In past relationships it would take so much more. I would have required a days worth of sexting and some sensual and painful touching. This is so much different. He constantly has me on edge. Sometimes for non sex related things. Like reminding me that I have t

She kneeled naked next to the Christmas tree waiting for Him to come home. She knew he had been having a rough day and she was going to give, and be, an early Christmas present.  She heard his car pull into the driveway and her excitement grew. She felt herself getting wetter and a little dripped onto her legs. She knew He was going to be very pleased with his gift.  He called for her when he came in. She was barely able to keep her voice stable as she sweetly called for him. He turned the corner into the room and she saw his pants get tighter immediately. "Sir, I know your day has been rough, and I am here to make it better for you. Please, use me and let me make it better."  He walked across the room and stood above her. Stroked her face with pure admiration. "Undo my pants, sweet little one. You're going to suck my cock until I tell you to stop."  She did as she was asked. Freeing his long thick cock from his pants. she grabbed the

For months I have been asking Mr to try pissing on me. (For those of you who don't know, humiliation is one of my kinks). Yesteday we finally tried it. I wish I could say it was everything I had been imagining, and it made me crawl out of my skin with excitement, but I can't. There I was, kneeling in the shower like a good girl. When a stream of warmth started hitting my waiting breasts. Then a few moments later it was over. I couldn't believe that it was over, with no major reaction from my body whatsoever. Did I build it up in my head too much? Was there a need for more verbal and physical stimulation? Don't get me wrong, I didn't hate it. I just didn't enjoy it the way I thought I would. After taking to Mr he is on the same page I am. Overall, I am really happy we tried it. Doing something new is how you keep a relationship fun and exciting. There is nothing wrong with things not going as planned. Either move on or try it again with different factor, an

Bent over Blind folded Ass exposed Anticipating Will it be a spanking? Will it be a fucking? Will I just be left here wondering? He's rummaging in the toys. I hear a vibration. There is a chance I will cum. My cunt starts to drip. Then a pressure on my asshole. He starts to slide something in. Oh fuck it's starting to hurt. It stings. I scream out in pain He leans in and whispers This will hurt less if you just relax. I take a deep breath Force my muscles to relax. He continues to push. Then out of no where I have pleasure and relief. The need to play with my clit. He must of known that was what I was thinking. No touching yourself until I say. He pats my ass. Tells me to get dressed and to continue with my day. I put my pants back on and spend the rest of the day hoping the night will bring the orgasm I now desperately need. Need more smutty goodness visit  Masturbation Monday

November is here. Time for family, friends, food, and of course the endless gratitude posts on social media that you wish you could escape. You think at least my favorite kinkster blogs won't be full of this shit. Think again. I wil, however, make it fun. Every Sunday until the end of the month I will post my weeks list of kinky things I am grateful for. I will try to find a different category for each day, but I won't make any guarantees.  So here it goes. 1. A Dominant that understands me and my needs.   2. The ability to participate in kink. 3. Blogs that inform, and aren't just smut. 4. Blog prompts.  That is all for this week. Come back next week, and I will have 5-11 ready for you. Maybe I will have a graphic for you to follow along as well. I just need to bribe my tech savvy Mr to help me out with it. 

Humiliation has ALWAYS been a big turn on for me. So naturally I love it when Mr marks me in a way that reminds me of my place. This morning He came behind me. Twisted my nipples. Then threw me on the bed. My shirt was lifted and he pulled out a sharpie. He then started writing all over my abdomen. Making sure when I looked down I would be reminded of what I am. While he was making his masterpiece I could feel my cunt starting to twitch and liquid escaping. All I could think about was getting on my knees and properly thanking him. Sliding his cock into the back of my throat. Moaning and moving back and forth until he shot his hot seed down my throat. Instead he twisted my nipples one more time. Fixed my top and left for work. Knowing I would be spending the rest of the day thinking about how wet and uncomfortable i am and how badly i want to thank him. I am in for a day of torture. Masturbation Monday

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So, recently Mr has been trying to give up nicotine because his selfish sub (me) wants him to be healthier and not die in 15 years. How dare she. This has been causing Him to be short with his patience and temper. Which has been a nuisance, but not a problem until the other day. Mr's son (T) had a birthday, and we gave him a BB gun. My family is big into hunting and T has been intrigued, so we felt it was a good way to get him started. The problem arose when T tried to hold the gun, and well, it was not the right or safe way to do it. Mr tried showing T and walking him through the proper and safe way to hold a gun and T just wasn't getting it. So Mr lost his patience and temper. There was some yelling and crying, and I decided I needed to intervene. Something we usually don't do with each other's children unless there are circumstances that warrant intervention.  This is where it was a problem for me. Standing up to Mr, even if it was right, felt so wrong. He ga

I recently put my foot down with Mr and told him he had to quite vaping. He started vaping a few years ago as a way to quite smoking, and the plan was to taper himself off the vape so he was using nicotine all together.  Last year he had made me a promise that he would be done by the time Little Miss was born. We are approaching her first birthday, and the vape is still being used.  At the beginning of the year I threw a tantrum. I told him how upsetting it was to me that he was still using the vape. He then promised to quite by Little Miss's first birthday. The birthday is now just over a month away. He has shown progress, he has gone to a zero nicotine juice. I'm super proud of him. I am. However, everytime he complains about the withdrawal symptoms I am torn. I do feel sorry that he is experiencing the discomfort, but not to the point where I am willing to tell him to forget about it. I say I'm sorry, but feel like a liar because I'm not sorry enough to rescind m

Last night Mr and i were awoken by the Little Miss. While this was slightly inconvenient, Mr decided to view it as an opportunity. I returned to bed alongside, what I presumed, was a still sleeping Mr.  I was mistaken. He grabbed my body and brought me closer to his. Making sure to press my ass up against his overly excited cock. I wiggled my ass a little to see what he would do about it. Next thing I knew he was kissing my neck and grabbing my tits. I started feeling a need growing inside me, and my moans let him know I was more than ready to be taken. He climbed on top of me while simultaneously taking off his boxers. Ripped my undies off. Then SLAMMED his thicker than normal cock into my waiting cunt. It hurt. I was not ready for him to be more excited than normal. But I didn't mind. Mr was getting what he needed, and after all, isn't that what I am for? Am I not just his to use when he needs a release? When it was all done and over he held me close covered me in kisse

The past few months have been... difficult for me. Between stress of moving in with my parents so we can save to buy a home of our own, a new dick bag boss, and new disfunctional systems at work the last thing I wanted was sex. I don't know why. In the past, the more stressed I got, the more I wanted it. Sex has always been a stress reliever for me, but this time was different.  Mr started questioning me, wondering if I was depressed, or if he had done something to turn me off. I assured him it was neither. He was patient with me, for a while. Then this week he had enough, and it was exactly what I needed. Monday night he ordered me to suck his dick, and because I had made the promise to always be available I did. At first I wasn't as enthusiastic as I could have been, but then he grabbed my hair and starting moving my head before pulling me off. Then he strattled me, kept pleasuring himself, and came all over my exposed tits. By this point I was really into it. I rubb

There I was naked and tied face down on the bed waiting for the next hit from Him to come across my ass, when the maid walked into the room. I was panicked and unable to move. I could only imagine what we concidered foreplay looked like to this complete stranger. What was should going to do? How could we explain it was just for fun? Then, before I could start explaining, she got on her knees and apologized to Him. He walked to her. Tilted up her chin and asked her if she belonged to someone. She shook her head.  I couldn't believe it. This tiny little thing. She was a sub, and she wasn't taken. She had a tight firm  little ass, the thigh gap that would make aVictoria Secret model jealous. AND THOSE TITS. I wanted to suck on them and make her moan.  He lead her to the bed and told her to sit. "Would you like to join us little one? We were just getting started, and I think we could all use a little extra fun."  "Yes, please" "Why do

Funny that this should be the topic today since today was day one of our trip away from the kids. So on our way out of town I read the topic to Mr and his reaction was so typical. It was an evil laugh mixed with him saying "I like to cause it". I have a different attitude towards it. The idea of pain turns me on, but as soon as we get into a scene it isn't long before I am unable to take more. Lucky for me Mr can. See it happening before I have to safe word and he stops, but part of me feels like I am letting him down somehow. I think I just need a better tolerance, but we don't have the privacy we need to work on that. Someday I will be where my desires would like me to be. Until then, we will keep having fun.

Well, good job to Loving BDSM for ruining a future blog post idea. I had planned on sharing the nearly, keyword nearly, comical story of how I told someone who I had just started dating I was into BDSM and identified as a submissive. Lucky for me, that man is now my husband and Dom.  We had been dating for maybe a month, probably less when we went out drinking with some of his buddies. I ended up drinking a lot because they learned that while I am a lady, I can chug a beer faster than any man I have ever met. So random requests for challenges started happening and before I knew it I WAS DRUNK. Like, can't remember how we got home drunk.  Once we got home someone, probably me, started initiating sex. During this sex session, now this is stuff I don't even remember, I started telling him what I liked and how much it turned me on.  The next morning, I was greeted with a smile and was asked "Do you remember anything from last night?". I knew something odd had happen

Consent to me is black and white. It is yes and no. Stop and go. You are either allowing the person to do something to you or your not, and you have every right to recall that permission if don't like the way it feels. It doesn't matter if it is emotional or physical feelings. I know if I say pickle, yes that is the safe word and I am sticking to it, Mr will stop. Right then. No question asked. Because the second I say that I have taken away my consent. -Lindsay Knott

Our limits fall into a few categories. Do it/love it, Would like to do it, Won't because we don't have the knowledge to do it safely, Willing to try, and NOPE. We are newbs, some things we can't do safely because we don't have the knowledge or proper equipment, but we know when the time comes we will be ready and willing. Other things just don't sound pleasant or sexy to either of us. Scat and vomit, no thank you. Mummification, does not illicit any kind of kinky reaction. We have been very fortunate to be almost exact on our hard limits, and the other stuff while one is saying "yes please" the other is usually saying "sure I'll try that".  Then there are things that we both scream "FUCK YEAH" for. The great thing is just like everything else limits change because people change. Something we are cold on now we may find hot in the future. -Dom Venom and Lindsay Knott Join in on  30 Days of D/s  by Loving BDSM. We promise

At first this all felt like other topics we had done recently, until I read the blog post  It's Not as Petty as You Think  by Kayla Lords. That post spoke to my soul. It's like I had written it myself. She talks of not always asking for help because she would rather do it herself so it gets done her way and in the time frame she wants it done. This is a constant battle for me. She gave an example of laundry that I live on a daily basis. I like my pants and towels folded a specific way, and no matter how many times I teach Mr he still does it wrong. I have had to give in and just accept the help for what it is, even if I sometimes go back and re-fold the items if they are so bad I can't stand it (that is a battle for future Lindsay). I have had to learn to tell Mr my negative feelings because I don't want it to turn into a bigger issue down the road. Because it does. It has happened. The discussions that occurred after were full of tears and me feeling guilty for holdi

Image originally published as  Nipplegasms  and used with permission. It had been a long drive, but over 400 miles later they had finally reached the hotel. Lila was so uncomfortable. She had wanted to surprise Sir with a delightful treat when they got to the hotel room, so she had put on her brand new corset and stockings under the clothes she wore to travel in. Sir had no idea what was about to be unveiled. After getting settled in he went to get ice for some drinks and she knew this was her chance. She stripped down to her lingerie and laid down on the bed. Lila started massaging her round, firm breasts getting them as perky as she could before Sir came back to the room. When Sir came in Lila saw a look flash across his face. She knew that look. She was in for a long night as well. "Where did you get the corset, baby?" "I bought it last week to surprise you." "Well, I don't remember giving you permission for such a purchase, and I think there n

You mean other than the CONSTANT texting, sexting, phone calls, outdoor chats while He vapes (it's not allowed inside where it can really effect the kids), and up until Lindsay's "narcolepsy" kicks in and she falls asleep? We are constantly talking, and yes, we know talking and communicating are two different things. In those talks when we have something important to say it is said right then. Unless it is something better done in person because we all know tones and inflection are not read well in texting, then it is said during Lindsay's nightly kneeling. The most important thing is that it is always said with respect. No matter who is saying it and who is receiving it. -Lindsay Knott & Dom Venom Want to join in on the fun? Visit  Loving BDSM  to sign up. Picture from  Serenity NLP  (yes I Googled an image ;) )

Oh, such a great question. I feel that Mr and myself have addressed this in a way. At the end of each night, I am supposed to get on my knees and undress him. After that I am supposed to tell him things that are on my mind, or stuff that is bothering me without reprocussions. A lot of times it is something to do with the kids that I don't think he is going to take kindly to, but it can also be about us. I am lucky enough that he listens to my concerns, takes it into consideration, and usually finds a compromise we can both live with. Ultimately, he has the final say, but that doesn't mean he doesn't listen to me. I think this is the reason our fights are few and far between. We have this time set aside where the topics that could cause a fight are discussed. -Lindsay Knott Conflicts are rare because of the way we handle things we both were in marriages that had huge communication problems. This is why we chose to do things this way. I feel if you just say what you need

I feel that even though they are separate things, they are tied together. Mr and I have agreed to guidelines of behaviors and habits that are appropriate, and when I fall out of those guidelines on rare occasion there is reprocussions. Usually nothing big, a conversation or a few spankings, and it's over. I have to say I am a good girl, and Mr is not too demanding. We don't like to be too serious with our interactions, we have fun, we laugh, and we make silly jokes at the others expense as long as it isn't "below the belt". Because of this I would like to say, unless my memory is wrong, I have never done anything that really warranted extreme corporal punishment. Except ask for it because I like it, but that is a different story. Our biggest rule is that there is no visible markings to out us, we do have kiddos that we share custody with our ex-spouses and jobs after all. I think whatever you and your partner have agreed to, is okay. Everyone is different. Eve

The Mr. and I have had numberous talks negotiating what our needs, wants, limits, expectations, and everything in between. Before you ask, yes, we do have a contract. The contract is mostly a set of rules and reoccurring tasks that I am to complete followed by the punishment that will be administered if I fail. It also outlines what I need from Mr as my Dom. Some punishments aren't even physical torments. For example, because I am trying to lose weight I have been restricted on my Pepsi intake. Because this is the ONLY soda I like, and I think the rest are awful my punishment for having more than I am allowed is I have to drink a the same amount of soda of Mr's choosing. To put this into perspective I hate Dr. Pepper so much I call it Satan's Cum. It's awful... and now I am getting off on a tangent. As for the kinky bedroom stuff, we are constantly talking about what we want and where we are on things. It's close to a daily conversation, okay maybe weekly be

This is something that has been a topic of discussion for us from the beginning. There are parts of our relationship that are very much Daddy/babygirl or Sir/pet, but we just don't like the titles. We continued this conversation in depth throughout the day when we had the ability to and this is what we came up with.  Here is what we know for sure He is a Dom and I am a sub. That has never been an issue. There is not a submissive bone in his body, and I am not cut out to be a Dominant.  Daddy/babygirl just feels wrong to us. Probably because we actually have a baby who will very soon be calling her dad "Daddy", and we both tend to call her forms of "baby". So that is out for us.  Sir/pet might be a better fit, but Sir just feels to formal for him, and I'm not completely a pet.  We are far from being a Master/slave. Even though in the beginning before what we know now that is what we used. After gaining some knowledge we realized that maybe th

I recently found the  30 Days of D/s  on Kayla Lords blog. I love doing things that makes Dom Venom and myself discuss and look at our relationship. So because he is so accommodating he agreed. We will be doing the challenge and sharing the responses that we feel aren't too personal. Submission. I have so many reasons why I do it, and it all boils down to one concept. RESPECT. Submission isn't what you see or read about in that story about the man with the monotone color last name. It's not what you see in porn. It is a couple coming together and realizing that at their core they are each part of a nice little puzzle. We both have our strengths, and we both have our weeknesses, but the beautiful thing is ones strength makes up for the others weekness. For example I have a weight problem I would like to get under control, but I have no self control. He does. When he says we are going on a walk or doing some form of excercise I do it. If he tells me I can only eat hea

I recently found the  30 Days of D/s  on Kayla Lords blog. I love doing things that makes Dom Venom and myself discuss and look at our relationship. So because he is so accommodating he agreed. We will be doing the challenge and sharing the responses that we feel aren't too personal. Day one: What Dominance Means to Me. Dominance is a wonderful thing to me. Feeling my Dom's power over me isn't about the spankings and bondage, that is just a fun and kinky byproduct. It's about him keeping me sane. As far as the rest of the world knows I am a strong independent woman who doesn't take anyone's shit. I dominate everything I do with our kids, my siblings, and at my work. I don't back down, and it tires me. I don't always like being the strong woman. I need someone backing me up, making the tough decisions, and holding me when the day has been too hard.  I also have no self control. I love my sweets and Pepsi and I hate the side effect of that. So H

It had been so long since Sandy and Sir had been able to play. Life had got in the way and she was ready to crawl out her skin with the need to orgasm. Sandy had the afternoon to herself, finally. The kids were gone, and she didn't have any other appointments to pull her away from the house. She knew she wasn't allowed to cum without Sir, but the need was outweighing her need to please and serve him. She made a decision. It's not like he was going to find out anyway, right? Sandy pulled out the toy box and found her favorite toy, her trusty rabbit. She knew it was cliche, but it worked and made her feel amazing. Sandy stripped down and got comfortable on the bed. The she slowly started sliding the toy inside while playing with her own oversized breasts. Pulling at her nipples as she slowly moved the fake cock in and out of her wet cunt. Eyes closed and imagining it was her Sir making her feel this way. She started moving it faster and turning up the intensity on the

Lately I have been feeling very needy as a submissive. I am craving a good spanking that stings and brings tears to my eyes. To be bound and unable to move. Really anything that brings the uncomfortable level to the max of what I am able to handle and gets me that kind of attention from the Mr. The craving isn't really the issue. I'm just trying to figure out the why. Is it because I really need it? Do I feel that Mr. and I are drifting in our D/s because we are unable to really have a good loud scene due to our living circumstances? Is it because I am stressed at work, or with the kids. Is it because Mr. has tasked me with immersing myself into the world of D/s via this blog and a Twitter account? There are so many reasons, and it could be a mix of them all. I think what it really comes down to is, I need my head to be quiet. There is so much going on in there and it needs to stop. Thanks for reading with my brain dump, and not judging me for it. If you have any suggestions

What is sub space? How does one get there?  Am I not functioning properly because I have never experienced it? These are questions that have been bouncing around in my head for a few weeks.  The Mr. and i have not been completely involved in the D/s world for long. Before we met each of us had admired from afar, but when we met someone who's dark kinky desires matched our own we decided it was time to take a leap. While we are very happy that we started the journey into this lifestyle together, we are running into the problem that neither of us has much experience. We have done so much reading and listening trying to soak it all in and one thing keeps popping up. SUB SPACE.   Could someone PLEASE help me figure out what it is, how to get there, or at least tell me I'm not less of a sub due to my lack of experiences? 

I've been putting a lot of thought into the who, what, where, why, and how of my individual journey into submission. Like was I always this way, or did previous experiences bring me to this lifestyle. After a LOT of thought and contemplation I have come to the decision that it was always in me. I remember as a young girl I always liked being the girl who needed to be rescued from the evil king or kidnapper. Not because I wanted to be a princess, I was far from that. I was a tomboy through and through. I wanted to be that "damsel" because even at a tender age it stirred something in me. It gave me a high that at the time I couldn't explain. Fast forward to the present and my favorite parts of the Ds world involve being bound in some way, shape, or form. The other stuff is hot too, but being bound will always be my favorite kink.

Sitting in a hotel room all by yourself is never all that it is cracked up to be. Especially when its it's one that is nice enough that you won't hate your employer for putting you there, but not nice enough to have things like a ways to stream to the TV. Not that any of that matters. I am stuck in this room without my Mr. who is 300 miles away. All I want to do is kneel in front of him. Take his cock into my mouth. Then proceed to service him until he pulls my face away. I want to be bent over and spanked until my ass looks like a tomato. I want to be gagged then forced to cum until I cry. I want to be reminded that I chose to submit to this man and by doing so I have given him the authority to treat my body, mind, and soul the way he deems fit. Sometimes that means holding me close and kissing my forehead. Other times, the kind of time that I am craving now, I am his fuck toy. My holes get filled. My ass gets smacked and whipped. My hair is pulled. My tits are twisted, bit, a

The Mr. and i have had a whirlwind of a year. W/we got married (YAY), moved in with the parents (BOO) so W/we can save to buy a house, and the biggest is W/we had a baby (MAJOR YAY). The baby portion really killed U/us on the D/s part of our lives. During the pregnancy i WAS NOT having any of it. The whole idea was a turn off. W/we knew it was my hormones putting me off so W/we waited it out. Then before W/we could really reconnect and get back on track W/we moved in with my parents, who have no idea that W/we have this kind of dynamic in our relationship. So W/we are having to find ways to be our truest selves, while not spilling the beans to my parents, and of course our kiddos. It is ROUGH. W/we are trying to figure out what i can do to feel submissive, how He can show his dominance, and how He can dish out some punishment when i am not behaving (or i am behaving, but want to feel that sting ;) ). Wish U/us luck. W/we are definitely going to need all that W/we can get in our current