Needing to Submit.

     I woke up yesterday in the mood to submit. Now, I know what you're thinking: as a sub, I should wake up everyday in the mood to submit, and honestly, I do...but yesterday was different. I really felt a deep need to feel his dominance. Nothing makes me feel quite as submissive as being restrained, so I arranged our cuffs, blindfold, and flogger on the hipster, on top of our bed. I wrote 'Please Daddy' on our heart shaped white board and left it with all the equipment. 
     When he got home, he read it aloud, but said nothing else.
     Several times we were in the bedroom together, doing something or another, and I could barely stand still, just looking at all the stuff on the bed was making me squirmy and want-y. 
     We had a yummy dinner, and drinks, and oreo ice cream in cones. Then, he told me to meet him in the bedroom. 
     After I'd turned out the lights and the tv off, I followed him to the bedroom. He had me sit on the edge of the bed, and he wrapped the cuffs around my wrists, securing them tightly. After he finished putting the second one on, he looked up and his eyes met mine.
     "Where are the tethers?" he wanted to know.
     "In the drawer..." I answered.
     "Get them."
     Butterflies going crazy in my tummy, I brought him the tethers. 
     Daddy handed me the ankle cuffs and told me to put them on. Once I had, he blindfolded me. Now he helped me to my feet and then positioned me over the hipster. He clipped my wrist cuffs to the hipster, and then attached the ankle cuffs to the tethers, which he clipped into the hipster. The sound of the tethers tightening registered just milliseconds before I felt my ankles being pulled up. 
     This was new. My feet were held up so my legs made a 90 degree angle. Not really uncomfortable, just .. awkward. 
     Then, he left me there for a few minutes. He didn't say anything, but I could hear him moving, around our room, then to the kitchen, and back again. Without a word, he picked up the flogger and started in on my ass. Immediately when I began to whimper, I was told to be quiet. 
     When he stopped hitting me with the flogger, the room was silent for a moment. 
     Behind the blindfold, I think different things than I do when I can see. I have an extremely active imagination, and when I can't see anything, or don't know what's going to happen, I begin to imagine possible outcomes. This in itself is torture as it could be any of a million things, and the anticipation builds higher and higher. I heard his belt buckle clinking, and my heart began to race. I whimpered, and wriggled a little, pulling lightly on my restraints. He was moving around. First I heard it to my left, then the sound came from behind me. The combination of the clinking sound, and my anticipation was making me incredibly wet. I wondered if he could see how wet I was, and that made me wish I could cover up somehow. The clinking sound moved several more times before the belt collides with my bottom, leaving a white-hot stripe across it. Daddy lashed the leather across my warm flesh several more times, then after another moment of silence, I heard the implement drawer opening. Just the sound of it gave me chills. 
     It goes a little blurry here, but I'll do my best to remember what happened next ;p
     He came back and whacked me with something smooth and hard. 
     "Ouch!" I cried out.
     "What is it?" he asked.
     I inwardly groaned. I am awful at guessing implements, and I hate having to do so! I thought frantically as whatever-it-was whacked me a few more times. "Is it a paddle?" I asked. 
     WHACK! on my sit spot. "That's not very specific." WHACK! 
     "The clear paddle?"
     WHACK! 
     "Aaah ... the picture paddle?"
     WHACK! "Nope." WHACK!
     "I don't knooooow," I whined. I started to feel a little panic. Daddy wasn't going to stop spanking me with this whatever-it-was until I guessed what it was .. what if I couldn't guess it? Would he just go on forever? It hurt so much! 
      WHACK! WHACK!
     One last idea popped into my head .. "The hairbrush!?" 
     I heard him smile. 
     "Which one?" he wanted to know. WHACK!
     "Owww, the small one?" 
     "Very good," WHACK! "Once you get it right, then you only have ten left on each cheek." He delivered the last twenty firmly and at a quick pace. I don't remember what implement came next, but it took me a while to figure out. Once I did, and he'd given me the final ten on each with it, he stood behind me, close enough for me to feel him there. He pushed my legs open roughly, and slipped a finger inside me. He worked his magic until I was squirming and moaning, and then he suddenly just stopped. He tapped another implement against my bottom and I immediately knew what it was. Before I could say it, he brought it down on my swollen backside and I yelped. 
     "THE LOOPY!" I cried out. 
     "Good job, baby." he told me, putting his hand in the small of my back as he finished up. 
     I don't remember much of what happened next but somehow I ended up laying on the bed on my back. I still had the cuffs on, but they weren't connected. He was touching me, and talking to me, and it was glorious. Then he moved me, off the bed and around to a different side, and he positioned me how he wanted me, then was gone again.
     The next time I felt him, he was sliding into me. It's all blurred together and I have no idea what happened when, but he alternated between slow, sensual, teasing thrusts to hard and fast. He hit my ass, and pulled my hair, and stuck his fingers in my mouth. His hand tightened around my throat, just enough to send electric thrills through my entire body. He yanked my head back by my hair and growled into my ear, "Does this feel good, babygirl?" He slapped my face. 
     Yes, you read that right. My Daddy, who when we started this was apprehensive about slapping my bottom, slapped my face. It kind of shocked me too, the first couple times it happened. Hell, who am I kidding .. it surprises me every time. Don't get me wrong, I asked for him to do it, and it turns me on A LOT. I'm just still getting used to him being so "Dommy" LOL. He doesn't hit my face hard, but enough that I can feel a bit of a sting. 
     When we were finished, Daddy suggested a shower, so we hopped in together to get cleaned up. 
     I couldn't stop staring at him, or touching him. I felt very clingy, like all I wanted was to be close to him. 
     Even though my hair was wet and Daddy always complains that its cold when its wet, he let me lay my head on his chest when we got into bed. He held me close and we giggled and talked together like lovesick teenagers, my desperate need to submit sated.
     For now.