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