Lindsey Knott's Naughty Space

She was so kind, sober, and fully dressed. Just the type Brandon usually went for. He could see that she was eager to please, and we was eager to take everything he could from her.  "Come here sweet girl" he patted to the seat next to his on the couch. "Tell me why you are being so hesitant and uncomfortable." "I have heard about you, Sir. That you are caring and kind to your submissive's, but that you also take so much from them. Ask so much of them. I am just afraid I will not live up to your standards." "You let me be the judge of that. As long as you do as you are asked there won't be a problem, but that is an issue for another day. Tonight we are simply getting to know each other. Seeing if there is anything between us worth exploring. I definitely wouldn't ask you to be my submissive with out a test drive, and you shouldn't want to be mine without one either." "That makes sense. What did you have in m

Lately I have been in a FUNK. I mean a bad one. Writers block, not feeling sexy, not feeling submissive, not wanting to do my baby girl self card activities, and just going through the motions FUNK.  I didn't really realize this was happening until Daddy pointed out that I had not completed my required 2 a week blog posts. In fact, I hadn't done them in a while. Check the blog dates, I have really slacked.  That's when I realized that I was not doing well, but I couldn't pin point the cause. I thought I was doing fine, but I realized I didn't have any motivation or inspiration. I had to look deep. What I found was depressing as well.  Weeks ago Daddy wanted me to find people I could connect with online. People who would help me, inadvertently, explore my baby girl side. We both followed members of a specific group on Twitter, so I reached out to one asking if I could be part of the group. They were so gracious in allowing me to join.  It was all gr

Daddy and I are embarking on a new chapter in our lives. One that is going to push us to our physical brinks, bring both of us some pain, possibly some tears, and if we are lucky alter our bodies. We are starting a fitness and diet regimine. I wouldn't say Daddy and I are obese or unhealthy in a critical sense, but we have both put on some weight, and could really eat better. We aren't going to go all crazy with a diet, just make an effort to eat more veggies and whole grains, and fewer sugars and carbs. Cutting down on those will be super difficult. I love my candy and soda, and really both of us love carbs. The other day we were laying in bed watching Death Race and Jason Statham started working out Daddy said "I want to get that ripped", and I of course responded with "I'm okay with that" because who isn't okay with Jason Statham. It got me thinking though. How do you tell your partner, especially a dominant partner, that while you lov

Do you remember those long make out sessions you had as a teenager. You know the ones where you kissed so much you thought your jaw was going to fall off, your lips got chapped, your breathing was heavy, the windows were foggy, but you just kept going because it felt so good. Your bodies grinding against each other, cocks were getting hard. Then because you're young and a prude (or at least I was) you stop it just before the good stuff could start. Sending him home with blue balls (again maybe that was just me). Do you ever crave that? Do you ever sit at your work desk wishing your partner, or some imaginary person for you single peeps, was there rocking your inner teens world.  I recently had that. Mr and I went at it like teenagers whose parents were gone for the afternoon. We were kissing, our tongues doing the tango as I let out little moans. My legs wrapped around him, rolling my hips as I was grinding against him. Everything inside of me begging for more, hoping

How do I get myself into these predicaments?  I wondered to myself as my face was pinned to the bed, gagged, ass high in the air, and my wrists tied to my ankles. Oh, right, I volunteered for this. Not only volunteered, but I gave him ideas to use. Just as I thought that I felt the anal plug I had suggested start to press again my ass. He was going to be torturous and take it slow. Centimeter by centimeter I feel the plug move its was in. I could feel my asshole stretching to take the full width of the plug, and I knew I needed to relax or it was going to hurt in a few seconds. He was getting this all the way in whether I wanted him to or "not", lets be honest I REALLY wanted it in there, but sometimes it gets a little rough when I haven't relaxed enough. Finally, its in. Now I really wish my hands weren't tied down. There is nothing I love more than masturbating when my ass is filled. My clit felt like it was full of bees, anticipating what it normally gets, but we