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.