I admit it. I walked in the door drunk. I called him, and I giggled my way through a description of an early, but alcohol-fueled evening with friends. I was drunk…without any permission for more than a single cocktail.
We talked about how turned on I was. We talked about how much I missed him. I told him I was naked and wanting him.
“Touch your pussy, girl.”
Oh! I was wet and hot. My clit was on fire within seconds. I writhed on the bed, my heels digging into the mattress, my legs tangled in the blankets.
I whimpered and gasped. He told me to keep going. I moaned and panted. I whined and begged. He made me beg even more. My thighs trembled. My fingers sank deep into my flesh, shiny, slick wetness coating my skin. Oh God, I needed this, wanted this. It had been so long. Please, Daddy, please can I cum? Please?
“No you may not girl. Get your hand off that pussy.”
Stunned silence. Hips still bucking. Whining and fussing.
“Maybe next time you’ll remember to ask my permission before getting drunk. Right, babygirl?”
Yes, Daddy.
Lol. Gotta love Daddy lessons. Xxx
. . a little ‘ouch’. ? but lesson learned.
/sigh
Unfortunately, a little ouch is right. But we had a long discussion about it today. It’s all good. 🙂
Well, only because he’s Daddy. /giggles
Ohhhhhh…. Damn….:)
I behave very badly when I drink…LOL
/giggles
I behave ok…I think. But I did sort of act like the rules didn’t exist. Bad, babygirl, bad, bad!
chuckle… one of the benefits of being tall is that I can hold my alcohol. That and I attend a lot of functions with Sir, and we live in a city where the bars close at 4am, so my liver gets regular workouts.
Yet another reason to hate tall girls….
LOL!
Strangely enough, I did just fine with the wine the night before…and I did fine tonight with more wine. (I think I hear my gym membership calling my name). Maybe liquor is the problem.
I have to be supervised like a baby with liquor or confined to one room for 24 hours.
Sir has to watch me like a hawk…God knows what I’ll do. Everything seems like a GREAT idea.
Yep. It sucked.
I still slept like a damn rock last night…thank God for alcohol.
This is the one reason I stopped drinking. Gotta love Daddy
LOL!
I hardly ever drink. Usually only on these business trips. Last night was a rare occasion when the first drink hit me harder and I allowed myself to cave to pressure from my friends…they had ordered shots of Patron before I even knew what was happening. Three shots of Patron later, I didn’t really care what was happening.
3 shots of Patron? Holy shit.
That was on top of the mystery “special” I ordered that sounded innocuous but made my head spin after three sips. Oh, and later, there were 2 fruity, sweet martini drinks. So, um…yeah…I brought it on myself.
OMG Kayla…you lush! I had a few Manhattan’s last week with Sir while we were out, then I couldn’t finish a Bourbon at the bar we ended up at afterwards. Sir had 4, and still managed a few hours of play, but we were both a little fuzzy the next morning.
I had a slight hangover this morning – a mild headache and a little dehydration. That being said, I’m exhausted now. 🙂
Benefits of your age. We would be comatose.
2 glasses of wine and I need help to the door! Good lord! I’m such a lightweight.
Normally, a glass of wine, and I’m sleepy. I don’t know what the hell happened last night.
Sleepy is how I get too. Sir strictly enforces my wine limit so I am available to him at night and not a danger to myself. Giggle. However, I snuck in a second glass last week with friends at dinner and he just laughed at me as I tried to navigate up the stairs to my sewing room. I wisely did not pick up the implements of my trade. Instead I took a bath and sobered up. No sexy time for me either.
Soooo sucky. Phoenix tells me, “Rules are love.” I kinda have a love/hate relationship with that statement.
Rules are love. And in a perfect world, I would have him here with me to keep me in check. But part of my submission is keeping myself in check because he desires it to be so.
Let me wallow in the love/hate for a minute. It’s been a long day of housework and grading. I need a pity party for a sec….ok. I’m over it. Rules are love. Even the ones I hate.
Frigging hawt. Damn Them for the tormentors that they are! Damn us for loving it, too. Welcome to the Land of Half-O’s.
Nilla
It is NOT a land I want to spend any time in, lol. I’m going to be a good girl and pray he decides I deserve a few sooner rather than later.
Simply, after reading all of the comments, I have no comment, LOL… 🙂
-Mynx’s Sir (Tom Wolf)
LOL! Somehow I find that highly unlikely!
The thing is too if asked I would have given you permission for 1 drink maybe 2 but permission to get flat out drunk…nope…not happening.
I can honestly say I would never actually request permission to get drunk because it’s not something I strive to do…the Patron was the last thing between me and reason…I am truly sorry for my behavior and I’m glad we talked it over and we both have a better understanding of some things we didn’t before. ((HUGS))
But it’s soooo true, I’m speechless I tell ya! 🙂
Don’t feel bad, Kayla. I disappointed my Love Thursday night to the point that he took 10 days off to ‘deal’ with me. 🙁 It happens to all of us.
Oh no! ((HUGS))
Hmmm I can just picture you moaning, and groaning and wanting it so bad. I love driving a certain very close friend of mine crazy doing that to her. Just about she is to launch to outer space I stop her cold. It is so hot hearing her beg.
So be a good girl and then I am sure you will be going to the moon soon.
Len
That’ll learn ya’ to get hammered. 😉 It’s death and pestilence if I get in trouble.
I used to go drinking when I was at the Munches with friends. There is a Spanish wine that they had at Two that the bartender would give to me in a large glass. One and a half drinks and I would be toast. When I first met Jolynn, that is what I was doing; running free and being toast.
That’ll learn me, indeed. I hate being a bad girl! But we’re good now, and I’ve learned a lesson – so that’s all that matters.