Near Dom experiences

[Flaming_Redhead]

I thought it would be fun for everyone to share what I like to call near Dom experiences. *ggls* You know what I'm talking about. Surely, I'm not the only brat here. *weg* I seem to have a natural gift for getting myself in trouble whether on purpose or purely by accident, and I thought it would be fun to share my own experiences as well as read about others' OH NO YOU DIDN'T moments. Since this was my idea, I'll go first.

Last night, I was happily driving down I-20 on my way to spend the night with VoodooMan when I received a text message from my best friend, Amy. It said, "Tag! You're mine! Today is claim a bitch day, and you're my bitch! Claim as many bitches as you can. No tag backs! lol" I laughed my ass off and began forwarding it to all my friends. While scrolling through my phone book, I paused at VoodooMan's name and wondered what he'd think about it. I thought it would be funny as hell, so I sent it to him, too. I know! This is the part where everyone looks at me and says, "Oh no you didn't!" LMAO Amongst all the responses I received was one from him which said, "Be afraid bitch." I'll admit that I began to question my judgement at that point, so I answered with, "Uh-oh! *ggl* um...j/k? hee hee" in hopes that he was trying to be funny. He replied, "I am not." This is when I began to realize that I might be in serious trouble, so I tried, "Daddy, omg, um...I'm Your bitch!!!" He said, "Prove it tonight." I responded with, "Yes sir!" I believed that to be the best thing to say at that moment. All I got in return was, "We'll see." I began to have a sinking feeling. I tried one last plea, "*sniff* but Daddy...it was funny!" Again, all I got was, "We'll see," to which I could only say, "Eek!" I know all of y'all reading this are shaking your heads right now and thinking, "She's gonna get it!" LMAO That's exactly what I was thinking, too. He is in the habit of having me call him when I get close, so I called when I was 2 miles away. He sounded pleasant enough on the phone, and I drove as fast as possible to try to beat the threatening rain. As I turned into the driveway, I saw him walking. My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach as I stopped and let the window down. He told me to shut off the car and asked if there was room for him to sit down. I did as I was told and moved my purse and CD cases off the passenger seat for him. After he sat down, I immediately presented him with a gift I'd picked up last weekend for him. He was not to be distracted. He told me to pull up a little further to the top of the hill and then stop. I began to sweat as this was about the very same place I'd had to get out before when he'd taken me to the edge of the woods and spanked me so his roommate wouldn't hear anything. He explained how he'd had a hellish week at work, been driving all day, had a headache for 2 hours and couldn't wait to see me....and was called a bitch!!! *groan* I wanted to slide right under the steering wheel. I bowed my head and waited for him to tell me to get out of the car, but he didn't. He said he had one of those headaches that make you sick at your stomach. I waited for what seemed like forever, wondering if he was going to send me home. It turns out he was just waiting to make sure his roommate went to bed before we went inside. Whew! As we were lying in bed and snuggling, I thought I was pretty damn lucky that he had a bad headache as far as him not feeling like doing anything to me, but at the same time, I was disappointed that we might only sleep. *ggls* That was not to be the case as he soon instructed me to get on my knees. He headed towards the closet for the toy bag, and I immediately began protesting. "But, Daddy, you have a headache!" He told me not to worry about it. Again, I tried to dissuade him. "I don't want you to get sick, Daddy!" I was afraid. I thought he'd changed his mind and was looking for the cane as it doesn't make any noise. It turns out, though, that he was only looking for my vibrating butt plug and a clit vibe. *BIG SIGH OF RELIEF* We had a very lovely evening, and at the end, I had a huge load of cum all over my face and in my hair. He fetched me a wet washcloth to clean up with. I noticed there was cum in my hair, which is a pet peeve of mine, and began "ewwww" ing. LOL "Are you complaining? Because I have a headache..." *ggls* "No, sir." I continued cleaning and whimpering. "Are you whining?!! I got you a washcloth," he said testily. "Nooooo!!! Thank you, Daddy!" *kiss*