Nina’s Birthday

Several weeks of daddy/little adventures have passed since I last wrote about life with Nina, work has been hectic, but Nina and I have managed to meet once a week at least and I’ve not had so much fun for a long time.

As we hurtled into May, I was conscious of a serious daddy opportunity looming large on the horizon, Nina’s birthday.

Fortunately it coincided with a week that saw Mrs LSD take her annual pilgrimage to the Highlands of Scotland to visit her parents, so I had 2 or 3 days free to entertain Nina.

My plan was simple. Tuesday night we would eat in a private dining club I know in Mayfair, then on Weds morning we’d drive out of the city to a spa in the Surrey countryside for the night. Nina could have the full-on spa treatment and emerge beautifully waxed and buffed. Sound plan.

Tuesday lunchtime arrived and I got the usual pre-date text from Nina,

“Daddy, am I to wear panties tonight?”

An easy reply for what I had in mind – “No panties”

We met just after 7 at one of our favourite bars, which is just round the corner from the restaurant. I love spotting Nina before she sees me, she was in my favourite red dress, figure hugging, but not too revealing. It sets off her dark skin perfectly, which seemed to glow in the evening sunshine.

I was bursting to see her.

The bar was already busy, that Tuesday was the first sunny day in London after what seemed like weeks and there was a tangible feeling of collective joy in the air, a realisation that summer’s on the way.

We did what we always do, I gently kissed her cheek and as I did she whispered into my ear “Hello daddy” 

The work de-stress then followed, I listened as Nina told me a sad story about a client that had lost an immigration appeal and looked like being deported after which, my day, which involved sacking a temp, seemed rather dull.

Drinks finished, we headed off. The dining club was recommended to me by a wealthy friend that I was at uni with. It’s very old money and operates a strict membership policy, which fortunately my friend was able to fix for me.

As we arrived we were offered a choice between Crystal or Dom Perignon champagne, this was not shaping up to be a reasonably priced evening….

Then the highlight, our private dining room. Our overly officious French maitre d’ opened the door to a very small, beautifully decorated room, with a large red velvet bench that ran round the room in a semi-circle, enveloping the table.

“Sir, tonight we have our six course tasting menu and matched wines, my colleague here will be serving you, however, if for any reason you do not wish to be disturbed, please press this button”

I looked to my left to see a small brass switch, marked “Privacy”, I guess this was a regular venue for some high end, confidential business and I had some of my own…

The food was sublime and the Michelin stars certainly earned, but Nina and I were beginning to find it a distraction. After the waiter had left us, she turned and whispered into my ear,

“I want to make daddy happy now”

Now, usually I would have been only too happy to be falling back into the padded comfort of the banquette and letting Nina’s gorgeous mouth take over, but no, it was her birthday and I was going to make it memorable…

We started kissing and I started to slide my hand between her legs, until I reached her beautiful, bare cunt.

She gasped a little into my ear those two words that when so breathlessly uttered, make me hard in seconds “Oh, daddy”

Nina was so warm and wet that my fingers slipped in easily and within a few seconds she had fallen back onto the banquette and was slipping into a trance of sheer pleasure.

Now, Nina is a very vocal lover and whilst we were guaranteed no interruptions from the staff, I didn’t want the whole building to know we were fucking, so in a flash, I picked up her napkin, rolled it around in my free hand and made an improvised ball gag.

“Daddy’s little girl needs to stop sounding like a slut” and with that, in it went, she seemed surprised, but bit down on it and closed her eyes.

In a matter of moments, with my fingers still working furiously, she came hard and as she did, the magical moans of my very satisfied lover, though slightly muffled, were enough for me to know that private dining was a seriously sexy option.

“Nina, daddy wants you to take him in your mouth and he wants you to make him cum like the whore you are”

As always, Nina went to work with enthusiasm bordering on the demented, in no time, we were both spent.

I flicked the privacy switch off and moments later a waitress appeared, “Would you like to choose a pudding?”

We looked at each other and giggled….

Looking Back into Sugar History

The week here in Greece has been wonderful, it’s in the 30’s and the tan is topping up nicely.

Our holiday companions have managed to keep their usual drinking down to about twice the Government weekly guideline and they’ve even spent some time with their children so that I don’t have to, so all good.

It’s Wednesday, market day in the local town and Mrs LSD has gone off to stock us up with provisions, leaving me with two children playing in the pool, a couple of cold beers and my laptop.

greece

Feeling rather lanquid and relaxed in the heat, my mind has been drifting back to some of my early adventures in Sugarland.

Flicking back to early 2012, I came across Gisela.

Gisela was a 23 year old German student, studying at a Uni in central London. We met, when I was a bit of a Sugar virgin, on Seeking Arrangement.

In this early flush of Sugardom it seemed that I was meeting several Sugarbabes a week for ‘interviews’ and each one turned my head and excited my interest in a different way.

Gisela’s line was quite simple. She had put on her profile quite explicitly that she was looking for a domineering ‘Daddy’ figure.

Now, I’ve always liked Germans, since I spent some time living in Berlin and so off I went to meet Gisela one evening in Kensington, with a clear sense of optimism.

We arranged to meet at a chic cocktail bar and when she arrived I got far more than I bargained for.

Now, regular readers are probably kind enough to grant me the title ‘Man of the World’, however, for once I really did feel like a Nun on a night out at a BDSM club, totally out of my depth.

After about 10 minutes chatting, Gisela got down to business.

I heard all about her time living in a commune in Amsterdam, how she had 30 lovers before she was 21 and how she had developed a strong interest in bondage.

I, meanwhile, was trying to assimilate the vast sexual history of one so young and deceivingly innocent-looking.

When I managed to get a word in, I tried to get the convo onto the subject of fine dining, fun shopping and did she like ballet, but I was firmly pushed back.

“No, I really just want to fuck”

Ok…direct and to the point

We parted, as I had a dinner date and we arranged to meet two days later to start our arrangement.

Now, call me old fashioned, but I like to have spent at least one date getting the measure of someone before we get down to it.

That wasn’t going to cut it with Gisela.

We met for lunch in Knightsbridge and I had thought that afterwards we’d do a little shopping.

Lunch was done and I suggested we head over to Harvey Nicks to take in the shoe department,

“Is your hotel near here?” she asked

I told her it was and she replied simply,

“Let’s go then”

And so we did.

The next two hours were the most exhausting of my life and I’ve done triathlons, it’s enough to say that Gisela had an appettite for sex that bordered on the manic.

Ground rules were quickly established,

“I want you to spank me very hard and call me a dirty whore”

I’m not good at taking instructions, but this one I was prepared to take.

And so I did.

The sex was amazing, though at times slightly troubling and the convo was pretty rubbish, I left our liaisons feeling like I’d been through the wringer, but then strangely feeling that it couldn’t last.

I do look back on it as being a fun few weeks, but not really what I wanted from a Sugar relationship.

I think it was after that experience that I tried to be a bit more critical about making sure the non-bed part of the relationship was just as important as the hot, lusty part.

That said, it was fun 😉