Even when I’m [F] a brat, Daddy [M] still takes care of me.

It all started when I got my instructions: wear my plug, bring my toy.  “I want to watch you,” he said.  My cheeks immediately flushed; silly after all that my Daddy has done to me, but the thought of him watching me somehow felt even more personal than what I might look like on my knees in front of him.

But, I listened.  I always do.

Someone once told me that your Dom sets the pace, and for someone who is normally so in charge it’s a special challenge to let go of that role and allow myself to follow instead of leading.  So when I arrived at his place after a day of feeling the subtle pressure of my plug and remembered just how long it had been since we had spent time together I had to work hard to stay calm.  “I have something for you,” he said, and there it was – a delicate silver collar with a heart-shaped padlock.  As he fitted it around my neck one part of my mind dispassionately observed the absolute primal satisfaction I felt with a laugh, while the rest of my brain hummed with delight. 

But still, I was kept waiting.

By the time Daddy told me to get on the bed, face down, I was absolutely ready for him to take me.  I felt his hand tracing down my body and gently rocking the plug – a silent acknowledgement and approval of my obedience.  His fingers slowly dipped into my pussy and teased my clit, and I’m sure I was absolutely dripping after having spent all day thinking about this very moment.  Every time his finger brushed over my clit I shook.  I could feel his cock pressing against me as he slowly, oh god so slowly, pressed into me.  All I wanted was him to fuck me but no – he was intent on teasing me, and so I was treated to the exquisite torture of the slow in and out of just the head of his cock.  Every time I tried to move myself and bring him in more deeply a hand on my back pressed me into the bed and not-so-subtly reminded me that he was the pace setter.  

As the slow fucking continued I felt another hand circle my neck, pressure increasing gradually as he started to fuck me faster.  I could feel every inch of him in me now, and I couldn’t help myself from pushing back against him, always wanting more.  When he stopped I was disappointed, until the first smack landed hard and loud on my ass.  All week I had been brattier and brattier, testing my limits and pressing against my boundaries.  I wanted to be used so badly that I relished the reminder that Daddy hadn’t forgotten my smart mouth.  The hand on my back pushed me down and the one around my throat tightened as he went back to fucking me as hard as he could. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he told me to get on my knees.  

Kneeling in front of him is a privilege, and one that I relish.  When I put his cock into my mouth I could taste myself and I licked him clean, taking him as deeply as I could.  On my knees, the opportunity to suck his balls, lick every inch of him, and feel myself gag when he’s grabbing my head and pushing me down is a reward that tells me Daddy is happy with me.  When I had licked and sucked the taste of myself off of him, he ordered me to lay down on my back with my head hanging off of the bed.  He began to fuck my face and the angle meant that I was soon gagging and choking, tears coming to my eyes.  A smack across my cheek for being a good slut and I was in heaven.

Just when I thought he had forgotten, Daddy told me to get up and get my toy.  Slowly, hesitantly, I did, and he motioned for me to lay down and told me – you have to do this.  Without thinking, “I don’t have to do anything” tumbled out of my mouth and the look on his face instantly reminded me that yes, I do.  I quickly complied, laying my head in his lap.  Tentatively I turned on my vibrator and placed it on my pussy, moving it around until the angle on my clit was just right.  Daddy stroked my hair and teased my nipple while I thought about what we had just done.  With my eyes closed it was easier to relax and let go of the nervousness, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming.  I knew he could tell by the way the pressure of his hand increased as my breath started coming faster and faster. When his hand closed around my neck it pushed me over the edge and I could feel Daddy touching himself, stroking his cock while he watched me.  Still shy, I caught my breath as he pulled me close to him and told me how sexy I was and how I was his good girl.  

Now pulled close against him, he asked me if he could have my ass.  Even knowing the question was entirely rhetorical, I nonetheless responded the way he knew I would – practically begging him to fuck me, to use me, to cum in me.  Daddy knows that I’m still getting used to the feel of his cock in my ass, and he’s always careful with me…at first.  As he pushed inside me I could hear him take in a breath and I pushed back, eager for the sensations, teetering on the edge of discomfort.  He fucked me harder and harder until he came, pulling me close to him.  

I can’t wait until next time…pushing boundaries seems to agree with both of us.

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