Well I've been under the weather for a few days.  I've barely heard from Daddy.  He must be busy taking care of work or whatever he likes. (I still don't know, but expect I'll find out!)  I placed my order today for my clit-cage.  I bought the CB6000s (see below).  Everything I read says that it's more comfortable to wear than the 6000 so I guess I'll find out! 
I think it's going to be crazy sexy to be in a room with a real man.  There's only going to be one cock that's going to get hard and there's only going to be one cock that will be cumming.   With this on, he will see that I am serious about becoming his slut.
 Delivery on Wednesday!!!

Ok, so he's in my head.  It's a little stunning on one level, but is it really?  I've been looking for this for a long time and along comes a man who may be able to guide me to places I've been desiring for some time.  I have no idea if I really want to do these things, but my heart begins to race and the more I imagine them, the more aroused I become.   Some of the things he's told me;  I will dress completely slutty for him, leather, heavy makeup.  Easy enough, I want to look the part as much as I can. He will control my orgasms.   I will wear a chastity cage for him so I cannot play with my clit without his permission.  He will milk my cum from me and feed it to me regularly.  Actually, anytime I cum I am to consume it for him. 

I will learn how he likes his cock sucked.  I am sure that in learning to suck his cock, I will learn to swallow his cock, deep throat and how to take a face fucking.  Daddy's cum will be my reward, whether it is on my face, my body, my lips or in my mouth.   I am sure that he will want me to know that when his cock erupts and cum pours out that it is my gift to clean up and swallow.  I crave that man to look down at me, into my eyes, holding my head with his semen streaming into my open mouth and knowing that to really please him is to swallow all of his manly cream.  Swallowing Daddy's cum will be a huge femme step in my submission to a superior real man.

The beginning...or is it?

Well here we are at the beginning of a new blog. I've started this as a tribute to he who I believe will be my master.  For the remainder of this blog, I'll refer to him only as Daddy.  I, as he has decided, will be known as 'slut'. But for this blog, I'll still retain some identity when writing because writing in the third person is boring.
So we met on a dating site.  I know.  Cliche.  Ok it was a sex dating site.  A S&M sex dating site.  It was just a few weeks ago when he tapped me on my digital shoulder and expressed an interest.  I had received a bit more than some attention on the site already.  Some serious, some scary, some just checking me out. 

Not me, but it will be soon.

I'm not really sure what it was about Daddy that had me answering back to him, but he clearly had an idea of which buttons to start pushing to get me to react.  After a few emails back and forth, we finally connected and started chatting.  Turned out, he knew even more buttons to push in my girl brain than I knew I had. So many of the things he talked about are things I've fantasized about but couldn't admit to desiring, yet here I was confessing my interests to him.  Group scenes, public humiliation, watersports, my head was spinning and my clit was getting excited. I even admitted to him that I've been thinking of getting a cage for my clit.  He was very approving. 

We're supposed to meet next week for a cup of coffee.  To break the ice so to speak, even though we've talked about cocksucking, be milked and other adult things.  I'm gonna keep this blog to keep track of what goes on and maybe you'll be entertained.  Maybe Daddy will appreciate it.  Who knows?!