My Daughters Best Friend

My Daughter’s Best Friend

I became a single father when my daughter was only eleven years old. Her mother died from complications with breast cancer. I was heart broken to say the least and I was even more scared dealing with the idea of raising a teenage daughter. During those trying years, there were plenty of times that my police academy training left me ill prepared for the challenges that I faced at home.
My daughter Kayla grew into a beautiful young woman with dark black hair like her mother’s. Her skin was fair and her smile was bright and cheerful as she grinned. As her father, I couldn’t see her smile too often just because we argued all the time. Curfew, boys, her clothes were all fair game in our arguments. There were times I would have a plain clothes officer tail her when I knew I’d be home late. I knew she resented it, but I also knew she would make it home safely. 
One of her partners in crime was this hot little thing named Sandra. Sandra was extremely well built for a nineteen year old. She had a slender set of legs that ended at a cute rounded ass. There were times I caught myself using her as my fantasy girl while I masturbated at night. I know Kayla caught me a few times when she would sneak into the house by my room and heard me moaning. I started locking my door afterwards and Kayla would sneak right by my door more and more. 
After one of these nights, I was listening at the door and heard footsteps. Then I opened the door and was surprised to find Sandra sneaking in instead of Kayla. Sandra stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. I had a chance to glance at her outfit. The first thing I noticed was that she wore fishnet black stockings. Her dress was really short, so short one could see the top of her stockings. It was one of those one piece dresses that were mesh material, kind of like the type you put your dirty gym clothes in. I also noticed her hair was up in a ponytail. She was so fucking hot at that moment. I succumbed to my own weaknesses. 
“Where is Kayla?” I yelled. She stood there shaking as she turned to me. As she turned, I saw her nipples through the mesh of her dress. I could see the areolas clearly. She started to sob in front of me as she looked down at the floor. The look was too much. I told her to come into my room. She walked over to my bed and sat down. As she sat, I noticed her dress rise a bit and show off her naked pussy. I caught a glimpse of how shaven it was. She was a fucking wet dream waiting to happen. 
I looked into her eyes again and asked my question with a little more control. This time, she cleared her eyes a bit and looked into mine before telling me she didn’t know. She began to relate to me the deal they made a while ago that while my not so innocent Kayla went out on her conquests, Sandra would pretend to be her and sneak into her room where she would hide out until I fell asleep to allow Kayla to enter. I was in shock. I never expected my nineteen year old to be a total slut. Part of me wondered what her mother would have thought. Unfortunately, the part of me looking down on my hostage kept driving me to do something wrong. It was something that if done incorrectly would lead my ass to jail. 
I allowed my hands to go to my sides as I calmly walked over to my uniform in the corner of the room and retrieved my handcuffs. Sandra looked at me in horror as I twirled them in my hand. It was then my Dom voice decided to surface. I hadn’t used it in years since before Kayla’s mother became my wife. As I neared my daughter’s accomplice, I could see her eyes scanning me up and down. I was wearing a bath robe over my boxers to hide the excitement I was feeling at that moment. As I edged closer, Sandra looked at me. 
“You are not going to arrest me. I’m Kayla’s best friend,” she replied almost snottingly. I quietly went behind her and began to whisper in her ear how much of a bad girl she was to hide my daughter’s motives from me and how much of a slut she was dressed like. She blushed as I snapped one cuff on her left wrist. It was then the shock appeared on her face as I cuffed the right hand. I then reached behind her and unzipped the dress she was wearing before simply ripping it off of her so she was totally naked before me. She remained quiet as I surmised she would. 
I then pushed her to the floor where she immediately landed on her knees. Excellent work I though to myself as I noticed a black nub protruding from her rectum. I asked her to tell me what was there. She looked down to the floor before revealing that she wore a butt plug. It was part of a bet my naughty daughter made with her earlier in the night before she returned to the house. I then moved to in front of her where I allowed my robe to drop and revealed my boxers scarcily concealing my erection before her face. Sandra’s face opened up as well as her mouth. I simply slid my boxers so that my erection was protruding out of the opening right where her open mouth was. I then took advantage and allowed my shaft to slide just within her mouth. She instinctively tried to suck before I unceremoniously pulled it back out and smacked the side of her cheek with it. I scolded her for not waiting before again sliding it back into her mouth where she held it just the way I wanted. The little slut was learning. 
Slowly, I eased my cock deep inside her mouth until I could feel the back of her throat. I strived to be careful because I didn’t want to gag her. It turned out that Sandra was a fellatio scholar as I commanded her to suck and I felt her suction on the end of my cock. I stayed in that position for a while until I was basically fucking her throat while she knelt there handcuffed. It wasn’t long until I felt myself getting ready to climax. I allowed my cock to fall out of her mouth as I began to stroke it until I had my seed spraying over her face and tits. Sandra didn’t shy away from it, but opened her mouth to catch whatever she could in her mouth. She then asked permission to stand up. 
I was so impressed with Sandra’s behavior that I started to use her as my new sub while my daughter went out whoring herself. Kayla was against me seeing her best friend so much, but her guilt over her behavior kept her in line. We spent the good part of a year taking care of each other. I would bind her with the ropes I had in my closet or cuff her hands and use her for my personal cum dumpster. She seemed to enjoy me taking over the way I did. Soon after, my daughter was knocked up by an anonymous suitor and it drove a wedge between Sandra and I for a while. It was a few months later that Sandra moved away so that she could pursue her graduate degree. She still on occasion comes by to visit to relive our past.

Polyamorous Folk “VS” Open Marriages/Relationships

Over the past few years, polyamory has become a more widely known term and practice. And perhaps inevitably, certain misconceptions and misunderstandings about what “polyamory” means have become widespread as well. It would be unfortunately difficult to say which among these misunderstandings is the most common, or the most hurtful to polyamorous folks. But there’s one in particular that I’d like to discuss: the idea that “polyamory” means “committed couple who have casual partners on the side.”
There has been much talk about “open marriage” and “open relationships” in recent years, with some even paradoxically dubbing non-monogamy “the new monogamy.” In this open-marriage conception of non-monogamous relationships, there is still a central, committed (often legally married) couple, who allow one another to engage in purely sexual (or at least quite casual) outside relationships. Generally, any discussion about the benefits of such practice revolves around how it strengthens and/or reinvigorates the central couple in question. I want to be perfectly clear that I don’t see anything wrong with strictly sexual non-monogamy so long as it’s genuinely fulfilling and consensual for all involved, including the outside partners. But for those of us living in polyamorous families, it can be incredibly frustrating when people use those concepts of open marriage to make assumptions about the structure of our relationships.

Because we live in such a monogamy-centered society, it makes sense that many people can only conceive of non-monogamy in what ultimately still amounts to monogamous terms. There is a common misconception that a polyamorous relationship is really no different from an open-relationship agreement: one committed couple, with some lighthearted fun on the side. But the word “polyamory,” by definition, means loving more than one. Many of us have deeply committed relationships with more than one partner, with no hierarchy among them and no core “couple” at the heart of it all. To me, this notion that there must be one more important relationship, one true love, feels a lot like people looking at same-sex couples and thinking that one person must be the “man” in the relationship and the other must be the “woman.” After all, both of these misunderstandings result from people trying to graft their normative conceptions of love and relationships onto people who are partnering in non-normative ways. It seems that it is somewhat easy for many people to acknowledge that humans are capable of loving one person and still enjoying sex with others (assuming, of course, that the terms of their relationship make such behavior acceptable). But it is much harder for people to think outside the fairy-tale notion of “the one” and imagine that it might be possible to actually romantically love more than one person simultaneously.

The unfortunate result of this is that, for those of us in more than one serious and meaningful relationship, the world around us insists on viewing one of those relationships as less valid than the other, especially when one relationship happens to predate others. I have been with my husband for 17 years, legally married for 11. But I am also deeply in love with and committed to my boyfriend of two and a half years, and it hurts that people make assumptions about that relationship simply being something frivolous and recreational outside my marriage.

Another side effect of this misunderstanding is that people often wonder why we poly people need to talk openly about “what happens behind closed doors.” I have heard many times that there should be no reason to disclose one’s polyamorous relationships with parents, children, or the neighbors. That might seem logical if what we’re talking about is strictly extramarital sexual partners. But my life with my partners isn’t reducible to “what happens behind closed doors” any more than any serious, long-term relationship is. We share a home and a life; we are a family. Openly, publicly acknowledging my boyfriend as my partner is not just saying that we have sex. It’s saying that, like my husband, he is my partner in every sense of the word. He loves me and supports me and respects me. He sees me at my worst and still wants to spend his life with me anyway. It would be unimaginable to me to hide the nature of our relationship, to pretend that he is merely a friend or roommate, to not have him by my side at weddings and funerals and family holiday gatherings. But this is exactly what people are expecting of me when they ask why I feel the need to be so “open” about my “private business.”

Not all polyamorous people have multiple equally committed relationships, and many do designate a more central (typically live-in) relationship as “primary.” But my partners and I are hardly unusual among polyamorous folks. Many share homes in configurations like ours, or as committed triads or quads or complex networks of five or more. Many have deep and lasting relationships with no cohabitation at all. To project traditional conceptions of love and commitment onto these relationships, to view them only as a slight variation on monogamy, is to deny all of the many varied ways that polyamorous people form relationships and families.

If you have polyamorous friends, relatives, or acquaintances, please don’t make assumptions about their lives based on what you think all non-monogamous configurations look like. Let them tell you how they define their relationships. And if they identify multiple people as their partners, don’t try to read into who is more important than whom, imagining hierarchies even if you’re told there are none. Though it might not fit with how you conceptualize love, offer polyamorous relationships the same validation that you would offer any other. And remember what a common human thing it is to want to be able to tell the world — and not be told by the world — whom we love.

A wise Mistress is the best Mistress. Mistress Gone Mad.

A Mistress who becomes a wife, leaves a vacancy. – Never forget that as hard as it is to swallow.
What would you do if suddenly the man you had been seeing, who is married decides to leave his wife? Would you run away or would you embrace it?

Lets talk about the reasons why it’s a bad idea…

A wise mistress is the best kind of mistress. One that can have fun and not get her heart broken.

When a relationship begins between a woman and a man who is married ground rules need to set, you need to make sure you are both on the same page. He may tell you he is unhappy with his marriage, that he is in the process of divorce but chances are he is only saying that to keep you around, to make you think you have some kind of “chance” with him. Don’t make the mistake of believing it, you will only get your heart broken in the end. There is only a 1% chance that would actually leave his wife anyway. If he truly wanted to be with you and only you he would be divorced, he wouldn’t still be hanging on to his wife

Being a mistress, you get to have all the fun, you get as much hot sex as you want, you feel sexy and wanted. You get dined and treated like a queen. He may even buy you expensive gifts and take you shopping or take you on expensive vacations during his “business trips.” These are all things that chances are his wife doesn’t experience. His marriage with his wife was probably at one point exciting, but over time all relationships deteriorate, it never lasts. Chances are while you are being wined and dined she is sitting at home cleaning poopy diapers and folding his underwear. What a life huh? She has to deal with him when he is in a bad mood, clean up after him, do his laundry, basically all of the unfun things a relationship entails. Your his escape from reality, your what he looks forward to in his life. Your his fantasy and that’s why he picked you. It’s like the perfect relationship. No responsibility and basically all fun and games.

Having an affair with a married man is not something that really anyone considers acceptable, it is important to keep the relationship essentially meaningless because people will look down on you and think of you as a whore and a home wrecker if the relationship goes beyond just an affair, even though it takes two to tango most people will look down on your more than him. As a mistress you are enabling him to cheat on his wife and people will hate you for that, and not only his wife.

At the beginning of an affair rules must be set and respected and if either person strays from those boundaries, the affair should be ended immediately. A mistress never expects commitment from her married man. That is not your place. If you want a boyfriend than go ahead and get one, you have no place destroying other people’s lives especially young children. When you choose a married man you want to pick one that will make you feel great, that makes you laugh and someone you have fun with and of course someone who is great in bed and makes you feel great. You do not want to pick a guy who will try and make you fall in love with him. Your time spent with him will be limited, he has a family that he will go back to and spend the majority of his time with especially if he has children. Jealousy will nearly kill you if you let yourself get attached to this guy and count the minutes till you get to see him again, or get upset that he doesn’t call you/contact you. He isn’t going to sometimes, you are #2 and that is something you need to accept if you want to be a mistress.

A mistress should always keep her own life busy, Try to keep from talking about your own life issues or long explanations about why you can’t meet him. The less he knows about your life without him the better. He is not a part of your reality, he is the fun that you sometimes get to have.

Every date you have with your married man should be like a first date. You should always look amazing, hair done nice, make-up, jewelery, clothing that compliments you and is sexy, sexy bra and panties, nice shoes. Your nails and toe nails should always be done nicely and you should always smell amazing. I also go tanning but that is up to you. Remember, if he wanted a girl who hangs out in granny panties, he’d go home to his wife, not hang out with you. Your job is to keep him wanting you, needing you. You will get a lot more out of your affair with your married man if you do this. Never allow yourself to be too comfortable with him. You should always have a good attitude, be funny, sweet, sexy, you should NEVER complain or whine about anything, that’s what your girlfriends are for and chances are his wife is doing plenty of nagging and the last thing you want to do is to start acting like her.

Keeping the affair discreet is extremely important. He needs to trust you and you will not be doing anything good for either of you by trying to bring the affair to light. Both him and his wife will hate you for it, not to mention chances are you will look like a whore to everyone you and him know. If you want to continue having a good time with him you have to be discreet. Never call him, wait till he calls you. If you see him in public, don’t even look at him. Never ever show up at his work or anywhere else in a public place unless it’s in a town far enough away from where he lives and even then there is a chance someone might spot you. You can never leave your guard down. The moment he is caught he will most likely try to work it out with his wife and leave you in the dust.
Here is some simple etiquette for mistresses-

1. If he tells you he loves you, he is lying. Remember, your with a man who lies to his wife ever day. He is a good liar.

2. You should be ready to give up all holidays. Those are reserved for his wife and kids. Prepare yourself to not even hear from him on valentines day, christmas, your birthday, any important holidays.

3. Don’t complain/put down his wife. It makes your look petty and it’s just not classy or sexy. He does not want to hear about his wife while he is with you.

4. DO NOT CALL HIM, WAIT FOR HIM TO CALL YOU!! This includes txting.

5. Don’t ask him for money, he will then feel like you need him and you don’t want him to think you need him. If he buys you nice gifts that is fine, they are just that gifts. You are not a prostitute, don’t expect money

6. Mistresses never complain, he gets enough of that from his wife and it’s a huge turn off

7. Always have more than one married man. If one leaves its easier to get over it when you still have someone else. It helps the heartache.

8. He should pay for everything in cash as to not leave evidence behind for his wife to find- remind him of this.

9. Never let him see you cry. You don’t want him to see you as a vulnerable person and he gets enough whiny tears from his wife. You are supposed to be making him happy not guilty.

10. If his wife starts getting suspicious, get out while you still can. Resist the urge to stay around, it’s only going to get ugly and you don’t want to be around for it.

11. Don’t think too much- Just enjoy the moments of happiness you have with him. Live for the moment while your with him, never think about him in the future because chances are he won’t be there in the future. Just cherish those moments you do have with him.

12. You never want to be #1, so don’t allow yourself to think one day he will be “your man.”

One should always be in love. That is the reason why one should never marry. – Oscar Wilde

danny danced in frustration 

 LI and James were waiting for the bell to ring at exactly 9pm.

To pass the time, they played Daddy / daughter on the sofa. Daddy wore a shirt and pants. He tore off all of LI’s clothes. She knew it meant a thrashing and more, so she resisted strenuously. It was futile: in 2 minutes LI was naked as a baby and over his knee. “Why, Daddy?” pled LI. “Because it makes us horny. Just a warm-up, love. We’ll have more fun with danny in 20 minutes. Push it up, please. You can use your vibrator, but don’t come yet.”

Daddy spanked LI’s sit-spots and fingered her puss between strokes until she wiggled and wanted to come.

“Ok, honey, sit on the sofa and rest while I strip. I want to see you give danny a good thrashing.” He undressed, and put LI’s hand round his hard cock. LI was giving Daddy a slow handjob, when he caught sight of danny looking in the window. He did not say what he had seen. “Mouth. Deep in, honey. Right in.

The bell rang. James pulled out and they put on their bathrobes. “Get it, please, honey.”

Danny appeared looking shame-faced. LI instructed “Strip so I can thrash you naked.” He complied, his cock already rising. She tied him face-down on the bench, dropped her robe and took the tawse from James. Danny wriggled as LI stood to let danny see her naked. She ran the tawse through her hands and moved to danny’s left. LI raised the tawse and lashed his ass 6 times. Danny bucked and sobbed. James said “ He was spying on us through the window.” “Oh, you like watching, do you?” said LI, rhetorically. I’m going to blow James. Want to watch, you worm?”

She untied danny and hoisted him to stand under the hanging rings where she tied his wrists to them. His cock was flaccid. LI strapped on the metal cock-cage, and then shoved the butt plug into his ass. Danny danced in frustration, his cock straining. She stood to show off her body. “I’ll be back, worm. Like what you see? Cock straining to rise, is it?”

James watched LI’s actions with excitement. She knelt between his legs and wanked his tumescent cock. “In deep, honey. All the way.” LI could see danny struggle to contain himself. She took James’s cock deep in her throat, bobbing her head. James came, spurting down LI’s throat. They relaxed on the sofa, watching danny’s discomfort James stroking LI’s pussy.

Regards