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Do as the Romans…

by on Apr.05, 2010, under Play Type, Uncategorized

Emetophilia is arousal due to vomiting:

“Some emetophiles find the act of vomiting arousing; for them, the sequence of “spasm, ejaculation, relief” in vomiting is erotically charged. Other emetophiles are aroused by seeing and/or hearing others vomit. Some desire a partner who will vomit on them, while others wish to induce vomiting in a partner, or even force them to vomit.”

  • Sexual interest in vomit or vomiting
  • Recurring intense sexual fantasies involving vomit or vomiting
  • Recurring intense sexual urges involving vomit or vomiting

I have spent years pushing my body through some pretty serious kinky endeavors and journeys. In the past few years though, I have become much more interested in pushing my psyche and building a stronger emotional base from which to explore. Many of these buttons we have discovered somewhat accidentally, whereas others we sought with purpose.

It started perhaps two years ago.  “Daddy, I ate too much but it was so yummy I couldn’t help it. If only I could bring it up I would feel better”.  Was I kidding? I thought I was. Did he think I was kidding? He thought I was.  But then it become more frequent, and soon I was ‘jokingly’ asking him to help so that I, “would feel better”.

Did I seek out Roman Shower images, porn, stories? Nope.
Did I jack off to the idea, lick my lips and day dream? Not even once.
Did I even throw up on purpose, on my own? Couldn’t even if I had wanted.
Did I imagine Daddy forcing me to do a variety of seemingly degrading activities? Sure!

So, why the interest?? I think it was the idea of forced control over my body,  not having the choice,  an overpowering feeling of relief.

We had just come in from a large dinner, and again, I started up with how my tummy hurt and it was so full. Daddy joked back that he could help me throw up so I would feel better. I smiled mischievously and said, “Yes, please”.  Half a second later I was being lifted to my feet by my hair, a look of shock on my face. I yelled for my Papa Bear to save me and got only a snicker of laughter in return.

Daddy pushed me into the bathroom, onto my knees, opened the toilet and shoved my head down. Oh how I wished I hadn’t put off the house cleaning for a few days!!  I found his fingers grasping at my face, pinching my cheeks and forcing his fingers in deep.  I heaved and bucked, but nothing. Deeper still, me thrashing and whimpering.  Suddenly there it was.  Tears came to my eyes and sniffles. But I was distracted by the sound behind me. A belt being pulled quickly though jean loops.

Typically that means that either my neck or butt are about to spend quality time with the leather, either wrapped tightly, or flying through the air. I was surprised when I didn’t feel the leather, but not as much once I heard the sound of a zipper being pushed down. But before I was sure of it all, my head was back in the toilet, fingers again reaching, stomach lurching.  As it came again, so did the cock into my cunt!

I was ridden hard, pelvis slamming into the cold porcelain, head hitting the toilet seat cover, throat tightening and expelling, pussy contracting. And when it was all over, I couldn’t help but be smiling ear to ear…

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Daddy used ginger and wasabi on me!

by on Nov.23, 2009, under Butt Play

We don’t call them dates anymore. In fact, we rarely have an actual ‘date’ where we get dressed up, daddy picks me up from my home, and then I get spoiled rotten and he gets laid (or at least gets good road head). But maybe that’s just my version of what a date looks like and the time we spend together is a sort of ‘date’ time…

Regardless, this story takes place during one of those times. We were going to spend some time together. Daddy came over and this time, he had a bag with him. Usually a good sign towards the prospect of his little girl getting some play!  But alas, we were heading out there door and no time to stop and have a scene. We had planned to see a movie at the theater that evening.

“Before we go, I have something for you.”

“A pony?!”, I asked with glee rising in my voice.

“Ermm…no. It’s a surprise for me that I’m giving to you.”

“Uhoh! One of THOSE”, I said and began to back into a dark corner.

He pulled out a yellow and mangled looking stem of sorts. Except I had seen that go into my baby boys butt once during a class and so I knew exactly what it was. Ginger. Not just ginger, but a piece large enough that Daddy had carved it into the shape of a butt plug! I turned and sprinted towards the back room but Daddy was on my in two strides, grabbed my scruff and bent me over the spanking bench.

“Nice try little one. Now drop your pants”, he hissed into my ear

I whimpered, pleaded, and squirmed—all the while helping him to slide my pants down.

Did I get lube at all? I don’t remember any, I just remember the pause after it went into my tight little star. It took a few moments but soon the burning followed. It wasn’t a quick burn, but rather a quick rise in heat and uncomfort. He patted my rear, helped me pull my pants up as my lower lip began to protrude and quiver.

Not long after he opened the car door and helped me in, being sure to push on the plug as I lifted myself into the seat.

“Dadddddeee, stooooop!” I whispered as a flush came over my face.

He smiled silently and closed the door. No doubt he enjoyed my squirming as the intensity increased. He smiled, kissed my forehead and asked how I was doing every once in a while. I pouted, tried to trade a blow job for the prompt removal of the offending ass burner, and failed in my attempt! Every once in a while he would push ever so gently but steadily on the plug, reminding me and creating a new wave of irritation inside me.

After about 20 minutes it began to subside, becoming more tolerable and almost fun.

Who am I kidding?! The entire experience was a blast and I was sad when it began to lessen. Daddy was glad and assured me he we would play with it again. Don’t tell him, but I’ve been researching the effects of ginger elsewhere in the body and I’ve got at least one play idea picked out. But it’s going to be way worse…


We had an awesome time playing with the ginger. It was something I had used in the urethra and ass of several submissive men and women in the past but had not tried on myself. Another one of these fun ideas was the use of wasabi!

 Leave it to Daddy to keep mental notes when I get to chattering too much. He showed up the next time with a tube of pre-made wasabi. This is sort of giggled at. Having gone through the ginger and come out happy I was certain that something more water soluble (the wasabi) would prove less of a cumbersome activity while out and about.

Aren’t I the clever one!? No.

Daddy bent me over, put a glob of wasabi on his finger and began to rub it into my little hole. Immediately I gasped and yelped, “Ouch! Oi, Daddy that hurts way worse!! Blow on it pleeeeeease”. His face brightened with that oh-so wicked smile and I knew I had made a mistake.

Gently he bent his head towards my exposed butt and blew. This of course only made the feeling more intense and I quickly squirmed into a standing position in order to make him stop; this tightened my buttocks and therefore ensured that the burning went deeper! Oops.

The wasabi did not last nearly as long as the ginger, but was a much fasted intensity. Though I later enjoyed learning that since the wasabi was water soluble, it was GREAT to have Daddy deter the burning sensation with his wet tongue.

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