Daddy's been back on the road for two weeks and although we've been together for two years, something about his last visit felt like it changed things between us on a deeper, sexual level. We've both been like horny little teenagers these past weeks - phone sex, dirty texting, filming naughty videos for each other. Daddy even won some money at a casino while on the road and used some of his winnings to buy a large plethora of new toys for us to play with so I've had packages arriving left and right with new surprises. It's all driving me crazy. He's had me name a few of the toys already. He had a giant dildo sent to the house. I named it Big Daddy because I view all of my toys as an extension of my Daddy. I tried it out. It took a lot of lube and time spent to work it inside of my pussy. It makes me feel so, so stretched and full. He sent another toy, an anal dildo, that looks like a corkscrew and is the biggest thing I've ever fit into my asshole as well. He also insisted on a name for that toy, so I named it The Drill. He had various impact implements sent to the house, an inflatable anal plug, more cuffs/restraint systems, more vibrators, more gags, more hoods.

We've been discussing our dynamic in depth these past few weeks as well. Daddy's been doing a lot of reading and research and coming up with ways to enrich our playtime. That's the thing about BDSM. It's all about communication - a back and forth about how each of you are feeling, what you need in order to try something new, what safety and respect looks like between you, a checking-in with each other. Our dynamic is growing and evolving as we are discovering what we like and what we want to explore further. I thought I exclusively preferred a DD/lg dynamic but what I'm finding is that I actually prefer to be a humiliation/degradation slut slave. Daddy is helping me explore that. With everything new he introduces, Daddy checks in with me and we discuss it. He's allowing me the opportunity to earn a new collar and a new name - Slave Trash - and the new toys, new rules, expectations and protocols are all part of earning this new honor.

For a few days before he gets home, he's been having me carry Big Daddy around with me, keeping it within a few feet of me at all times. I've had to put it into my purse to take it into the store with me. He says that if I use and abuse this dildo too much, he'll buy an ever bigger one. I find that frightening. I could barely fit this one in! But, I do want Daddy to fist me and if I want that, my little slut cunt needs to be stretched out.

Daddy's also come up with some new rules, tasks, expectations and protocols for me as well. I am to refer to him as MY Daddy, MY Master or MY Provider when we are in high protocol situations. He's given me a mantra to memorize and repeat for him often - "I'm a dumb cunt. I'm a slobbery dick hog. I'm a used up and worn out slut." He's also decided that my mouth will now be called my top cunt, my pussy my slut cunt, and my asshole my bottom cunt.

And now, every evening we're doing a slut inspection. I have a script to read to Daddy and it goes as follows:

"I am my daddy's disgusting slut. A pathetic, broken thing, trained to be used and humiliated, and it's time for my daddy to inspect his property.