4 Days 3 Nights

   Daddy and I went on a work/vacation! He had needed to go to Salt Lake, UT for a meeting and asked me if I wanted to go with him. Of course I wanted to and arrangements were made for my daughter to be taken care of while I went. Since I had never been to Salt Lake before Daddy decided to make it a true vacation for me instead of just hanging out for a day or two we had 3 days with 1 for travel.
   Thursday morning came and Daddy was at my doorstep by 6:15am to pick me up so we could head to the airport. I had only had maybe 4 hours of sleep but I was so ready to go. The trip to Salt Lake was rather simple and easy minus one hiccup with a "stewardess" at the St. Paul, Minnesota gate who made me cry. I'll be blunt, she was a bitch and totally handled the situation concerning the 1" over height regulations of my bag in an unprofessional way. *Rant* there were plenty of people whose bag she should have also commandeered that she allowed on the plane......bitch*....I suppose you could say I'm still a little sore over that...however moving on!
   We arrived in Salt Lake in the early afternoon hours and it was beautiful! If I've ever seen mountains before it was nothing like this. I'll be honest I'm pretty sure I fell in love with the place. I couldn't get enough of the scenery, constantly scouring the windows for the sights of the mountains, the colors produced by the sights, and just the deepness of the sky. It seemed everything went on for miles...and somewhere down that road my mind ran free.
   We checked into our hotel which was more like an upscale apartment on the fifth floor in the corner of the building. Then we got back in the car and drove through the mountains. Between our ears popping, the static of the radio, and finding entertainment in going 84mph down a decline of 6%, I think Daddy and I managed to reconnect in more ways than one.
   That night Daddy gave me a maintenance spanking and being honest I wasn't thrilled with it, preferring to pout and take it personally. Daddy has been meaning to give me a punishment....and I always assume its with the belt which I can't stand, and I assumed that now that we were together he would chose to administer my punishment then. So of course I cried! I didn't want to get hit with the belt here...I didn't want it to slander my view of this beautiful place...and I completely over reacted. After telling Daddy what I was afraid of he told me that he had already planned on NOT punishing me here because this was going to be a beautiful time for us. I needed to stop assuming about what it was he was planning on doing or not doing and just enjoy myself. So I inserted my foot in my mouth.
   Sex that night was amazing as always ;) We hadn't been together like that in almost a month if not more...I honestly lose track after it's been so long. His cock was as hard as I had ever felt it. He decided to be funny and place it against my arm....it reaches from my elbow to just under my wrist....his cock is my lower arm!!! I love it. It had been awhile since I had tasted him in my mouth, and even though I'm still not the most enthusiastic blower I still enjoy having him in me in any way possible. I'll admit that I need to work on my responsiveness to sucking his cock as well as my mannerisms. It's not that I hate doing it..I know he gets great pleasure out of it and I love making him feel good. I think my mental state gets in the way of the majority of things. Maybe that will be the next thing I focus on more in order to present myself to him in situations in a more submissive manner.
   He pounded me hard that night his cock reacquainting itself with the curves of my pussy. Eagerly hitting as far back as humanly possible causing pain and making me scream and cum together. Daddy pulled out flipped me over and entered me again from behind taking me and owning me as he does best. Pounding me in a fit of rageful lust Daddy came in me and hard. I'm not sure if we had "neighbors", but if we did that got quite an earful.
   The next morning Daddy had a meeting to run off to and allowed me to sleep in for the first time in years. He told the housekeeping that I was still asleep so they wouldn't knock and wake me up. I was woken up to him tenderly kissing me on the head and rubbing my back telling me that I slept in till almost noon and that he had brought me coffee and two cheese danishes! I mumbled and rolled and latched onto his neck to snuggle with him a bit before actually getting up.
   After wards I got dressed while he dressed down and we were out on our adventure for the day. We were going to go see the Salt Flats! It was beautiful and yes, very salty! You could see for miles in the bright white that makes up the flats. The mountains were gorgeous and the sky a deep blue, mirages floating across the land made them look like they were out at sea. Daddy pulled me aside and asked me if I was happy with him. Of course I responded with yes. He seemed like he had more to say but someone pulled up and it seemed to make him falter. After we went to a cafe on the Flats and while waiting for dinner he again grabbed my hand and revisited the question of me being happy with him. Again I said yes. Yet AGAIN he faltered because our food showed up RIGHT that moment and conversion moved elsewhere.
   Once we were done he gave me the keys so I could go start the car while he went to use the bathroom. He walked out and got in and we sat there for a moment bellies full and just kind of taking in the moment. He grabbed my hand again and said something along the lines of:

I kept asking you if you were happy with me because I wanted to give you something as a promise. *Pulls out a little gold ring with an amethyst stone and 6 small diamonds (I think, I'm no jeweler but it's beautiful)* It's not an engagement ring, it's a promise ring that I want to go the same places you do in life and I want to do them together. I'm thinking within a year we move in together, a year after that we are married, and a year after that maybe having another child.

   Of course I accept it....and was thrilled....and went pretty much silent for while! I was shocked. Daddy asking me about my happiness with him is truly nothing new. He likes to "check in" every so often with how I feel about our relationship. I never thought he would make a move quite like this one. It was a wonderful moment, and I soon teased him about faltering on the Flats, but also told him he picked quite a beautiful place to make such a promise.
  The next two days went very similar. Sightseeing, enjoying each other, a wonderful time riding gondola's up the Wasatch Mountains, and in general just being us together. I'll admit BDSM as a whole wasn't extremely present on this trip, I still called him Daddy, I was still submissive to him, but I think this trip was more about us just being plain old us and enjoying it WITH our kinky side instead of choosing one over the other.

   I already miss our time there, I already miss the place. Sitting here at work I can hear the planes overhead and I wonder if they just came from that beautiful place. The place that holds a promise made to me.

 

A Moment

   Last week on Wednesday Daddy and I had been talking while we were both at work. Luckily we have the ability to keep in touch every so often while we are working. Communication is key, but I've learned that just because you are talking doesn't necessarily mean you are communicating.
   For some odd reason I seem to actually have trouble with communication. I used to think it was just because I didn't talk enough, but I've realized that that isn't the case. I talk plenty, but the depth of my conversation is shallow at best. The things that need to be said or known I usually keep to myself. It wasn't until this moment actually a week later that that has dawned on me. I need to give Daddy the complete depth of my communication, which includes the problems that communicating brings. Allowing him to see the darkest parts and allowing him to decide how to handle them.
   I suppose it falls under the whole "letting someone in" line that you often hear people talk about. They don't want to get hurt so it's hard to "let someone in." Being vulnerable sexually is one piece of the puzzle. You have to be vulnerable down to your core, your very soul, in order to let some one encapsulate you. It creates an odd feeling of being smothered and yet embraced, terrifying yet safe. My problem....I don't even want to face the darkest parts of me. I've pushed all of it down, I've locked it away, not only out of fear of it driving loved ones away, but out of fear that I couldn't handle what it is...whatever it is. Honestly anymore I'm not sure. Suppose I don't like what I find? What if it changes me...this me I've worked so hard to become? What if Daddy doesn't like it? What if he leaves?
   So all in all, though on the surface for so long everything was going great, there were small things that I kept to myself that I believe started that shift from good girl to...oh I dunno...backlashy smart mouth bitch. Had I just told him certain things it wouldn't have gotten so out of hand.
   Wednesday came and we chatted trying to slowly feel our way around what the issues were and correct them or better understand them. I got caught up at work and decided to leave early hoping Daddy could still a little time away as well. I called him and he was pleasantly surprised. Then I asked him for a maintenance spanking. I felt I needed one and that maybe it would help. Daddy was even more surprised, but of course obliged. I went to his job where we jumped in his car and went to the park where we had ended our first date-the place we first kissed as well. We got into the back seat and I laid across Daddy's lap while he "warmed me up." The spanking was much needed. It started off I'd say normal, and got a little harder, but I was able to handle it. I'm not sure if mindset plays a role in how you receive pain and such, but mine must have been in the perfect spot. Though it hurt and I winced I didn't feel the need to wiggle or cry out, I just accepted it and it felt like it was over all to soon. I didn't count them this time, and Daddy wasn't interested it seemed in how many times he did it. I believe he did it until he felt satisfied that that was enough which was good enough for me.
   Once he was done I flipped over and stayed laying on him while we talked some more. My ass radiating heat thanks to all the spanks it received. I asked him if he would play with me, and again he obliged. Allowing me to cum just using his hands, letting me release and let out the rest of my emotions. All to soon it was back to his job so we could go our separate ways again for the moment. Duty calling us again in different directions.