Masturbation Monday

“Babygirl…Play With Yourself” #MasturbationMonday

I realized something several days ago. I hardly ever masturbate anymore. I talk about masturbation. I encourage masturbation efforts. I write about masturbation. But I don’t actually masturbate much.

And I think it’s affected my ability to write about masturbation. (I know, crazy, right?) So a fix was needed.

I sent Daddy an email one day, requesting permission to masturbate again. On our evening walk, we discussed the request.

I didn’t want to masturbate on whim (I like handing over that control). I didn’t want to masturbate as some of replacement for the kinky fuckery Daddy and I share. I didn’t even want to decide whether I would orgasm. I just wanted to touch myself again.

Permission granted.

Around the same time, I was sent a set of lovely lube samples from Pink, a company that specializes in lubricants. Now I really had incentive to play!

Fast forward to that evening…

“Daddy?” I ducked my head into the pillow, my face red and hot.

“Yes, babygirl?” He looked over at me, his Kindle in his hand.

“Can I, um, well, uh, you know…dothatthingwetalkedabouttonight?” The words came out in a rush.

One eyebrow arched. “Masturbate, babygirl? Do you want to masturbate?”

My embarrassed giggles were muffled by the pillow where I’d buried my face again.

“Well, do you, babygirl?”


I’d never asked to masturbate before. Not really. When we were long distance, he directed me. It became part of our play and our routine. But I’d never sat within inches of him, in our bed, a bed where a lot of fucking happens, and asked to touch myself – without his participation.

“Yes, babygirl. You may.”

With permission granted, it became easier to discuss. “Until I orgasm, Daddy?” My voice sounded small to my own ears.

His smile was wide and bright. “Yes, babygirl.”

I made a big production of choosing with lube to try. I went with Indulgence because the description said creamy and velvety which appealed to me. I held it up for his approval. I read the product description. I did everything but spread my legs wide and masturbate.

I looked up at him and blushed.

“What is it, babygirl?”

“I don’t know. I feel strange. I mean…you’re right here. Reading. And I’m just gonna masturbate??”

“Yes, you are. You want to try out the sample. You want to play. And I want you to.” He was so matter-of-fact about it all. I felt silly, but for whatever reason, I couldn’t stop the shy giggles.

I hemmed and hawed. I babbled and giggled. Finally, he’d had enough.

“Babygirl….play with yourself. Now.”

Something about his slightly annoyed but completely direct tone shook me out of my babygirl shyness. I laughed, long and loud.

“Yes, Daddy. If you insist!”

I squeezed the lube sample onto my fingers and was immediately surprised at how soft it felt on my fingers. “Ohhhhh, Daddy! Feel this!”

With a sideways glance, I placed my lube-covered fingers on my pussy, already warm and damp with excitement.

I squealed because it was a little cold, but it still felt so good.

Mmmmm, I closed my eyes and spread my knees and thighs further apart. Within seconds, I forgot my audience and my reticence. I was lost in the slippery feel of lube, fingers, and clit. My fingers swirled in one direction, then another. The lubricant created a thick barrier between my hand and my clit. I’m used to electric jolts of desire the moment moisture, fingers, and clit meet. This was more subdued.

I realized I could be more aggressive with myself. There was little danger of going off like a shot from a simple touch.

I pressed my fingers hard against my clit and circled. My head fell back on the pillow, eyes closed. I felt the first orgasm approaching. I almost begged for release but remembered at the last second that permission had already been granted. My toes curled and my free hand gripped the sheets.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” My pussy clenched and spasmed as the climax exploded over me.

Breathing hard, I looked around to see Daddy’s eyes glittering and hard, watching my every move.

“May I…go…again?” I was panting from the exertion of the first orgasm.

“Yes, you may.”

After the first orgasm, subsequent climaxing happens fairly fast. I’d already learned that in order to feel much with the lube, I was going to have to be fast and hard with my pussy.

Swirling this way and that, literally rubbing one out, my hips raised off the bed as the second orgasm caught me off guard. Again, fingers and toes curled in response. I felt a trickle of warmth run down my pussy to the bed below.

Breathing hard, I stayed still, my fingers still cradling the center of my body.

“Third time’s the charm, babygirl. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Closing my eyes, I focused one fingertip on the very center of my clit, savoring the petal feeling of my bud and the layers of flesh. The center of my body was warm and swollen. Finally, the lightning I was used to began to streak through my body. Pleasure shot up my thighs and down my torso. I panted and moaned as I attacked my own sensitive clit.

With a hiss, my hips bucked and cum gushed from my body, coating my hand, thighs, and sheet underneath my ass.

Trembling with the temporary exertion, I looked up at Daddy. “I think I squirted. That hasn’t happened in a while.”

“Good for you, babygirl.” He tilted his head to the side, staring at me. “I think letting you masturbate is an excellent idea. We’ll have to do more of this. I’m going to enjoy this.”

Welcome to Masturbation Monday! And I finally get to write about masturbating! Yay! Hopefully there will be more posts with more masturbation in the future. Okay, so enough about me, go check out the other amazing bloggers participating in Masturbation Monday this week. 

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Disclosure: I received zero compensation for the lube or mentioning the company on my blog nor was I asked to blog about their product. If I ever do, I will disclose that to you. I’ve decided since I’m not good at writing reviews, when I try a new toy or product, I’ll write about my experience with it in the midst of kinky fuckery. That way you can see it in action and make your own decisions about it.

Update 2/9/16: This post includes affiliate links.

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. 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 happy 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!


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