Submissive

Attitude Adjustment #Dominance and #Submission

I woke up in a foul mood the other morning. I’m talking an ugly, angry, mood. The kind of mood that makes small children cry and loved ones run and hide.

I hit snooze too many times before waking up which threw off my entire morning. I didn’t have time to make my morning cup of tea – which I need like a crackhead needs a fix. I didn’t have time to make my morning toast – which left me starving and cranky.

My Daddy (my Dominant if you’re new here) called – right in the middle of reading a post. I wanted him to call (I always do) but the ringing phone was an interruption that I didn’t want. I scowled as I picked up the phone and immediately felt horrible. I adore him, and I wanted to talk to him. But I was cranky.

We talked for a bit. Well, he talked, and I grunted. He was sweet and solicitous, so very nice. I became crankier and crankier. I admitted that my mood was bad. I told him my skin felt too tight. I wanted to cry and scream and yell and throw things – and I had no clue why.

He offered to let me get off the phone. I hated that idea more than anything. “I hate this feeling, Daddy!” I wailed into the phone. For a moment, he was silent. And then –

“Give your nipple a fucking pinch, girl. Now!”

His voice changed and left no room for argument. I reached down and grasped my nipple between two fingers. The pain was sharp and immediate. I squealed and whimpered into the phone.

“The other. Come on, don’t make me wait!”

I shifted my hand to the other nipple and pinched hard. My feet kicked into the sheet. I writhed against the pillow.

He made me repeat the pinches. Finally, when I was panting and all the fight left me, he told me I could stop.

My mind cleared, my mood lifted, and I finally felt awake. My voice finally softened from the harsh, biting tone from earlier. I felt his Dominance and my submission as a visceral thing. Warmth and comfort surrounded my like a soft blanket. All was right in the world.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, babygirl.”

Later in the day, I mentioned that it felt like the nicer he was to me, the crankier I became.

“I noticed that. Don’t worry, I won’t forget this one. And I won’t let you be cranky with ME like that again.”

I admit it, I purred at his words.

There are time when I need is to be completely and totally dominated. Sweet words and gentle touches have their place, but sometimes, tough love is the answer.

On another note, I just made my website mobile-enabled. If you’ve had problems reading things from your phone or tablet, that should be fixed now. 🙂

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am an erotic author, sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, an opinionated marketer, and speaker. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

8 Comments

Leave a Comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: