The other night Daddy put me on the edge of the bed ass out laying down with my legs folded underneath me. It was uncomfortable as my quads were really straining. He cuffed my wrists to my ankles and I let him know when one was too tight but I never said anything about my legs. I figured it was the position he wanted me in so I wanted to please him. Various enjoyable things were done and I was able to keep my attention on that for a while but at some point the burning was interrupting my focus. When he uncuffed me he had to help me get up because I couldn’t. He was NOT happy with me. I messed up. The evening was negated by my failure to speak up.
He went to bed and I went to chat. There is great comfort in being able to tell someone about this. It is certainly not something I can talk to his sister about. I think she would pass out. Lmao As I spilled the details there was comforting and head pats given. This is a little group. 😉 Along with that was tough love and stern words from a little who sometimes thinks she’s in charge (but she’s not). “He doesn’t want you to hurt yourself for him to enjoy you.” Ugh she’s right. 🙄 He does not enjoy inflicting pain unless the feed back from me is overwhelmingly positive.
The next morning was a little strained. I felt bad for ruining the evening and disappointing him. He asked me to shave him. I normally enjoy this as it is so personal but my head just wasn’t in it. Next we showered together and I took the opportunity to apologize to him. I told him that I should have spoken up and told him my legs were hurting but I didn’t want to disappoint him. “I never want to cause you pain. That’s not me. You will not disappoint me.”
We kissed and he held me but I was desperate to re-establish that connection. Normally I will wash him in shower but I needed something else. “Daddy will you wash me?” “Yes babygirl.” He gently washed me with the same thoroughness he does himself. It was sweet and sexy and then he got me dirty again.