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My legs are spread, each one tied to a leg of the chair. My hands are tied together behind the back of the chair, and tied to the back legs for good measure.
I couldn’t get up if I wanted to. I feel so exposed. Helpless.
The look on his face is serious, and I know better than to complain. That doesn’t stop me from shaking my head when he grabs the gag from the table and moves behind me to bring it to my face. I refuse to take it into my mouth.
He stops and moves around so he’s in front of me and grabs my chin with his hand. I look up at him, trying to plead with my eyes. He’s not in the mood. His palm meets my cheek and tears sting my eyes.
“Open.” I don’t fight this time, and he fastens the gag around the back of my head.
He moves his hand to my exposed pussy, pressing his index finger against my clit, not moving it, just applying pressure. I respond by attempting to move against his finger.
It’s no use.
“Poor baby. You want daddy to touch you so badly, don’t you?”
I whine in response.
“Too bad.” His tone is flat as he removes his hand. “Daddy only fucks good girls.”
I groan. This is a punishment. I used a toy without permission. I know I should have asked. I just didn’t. I don’t even have an excuse.
He picks the clamps from the table next and I tense.
Shit.
I shake my head again. It’s the only thing I can do in this position to protest. His hand grips my face and points it at his.
“Still.” His tone is firm, and it makes me feel shaky.
He places the first clamp and I scream into the gag as the pain shoots through my chest.
My scream is met with another slap to the face. Even harder than the first. The tears are coming now.
He places the second clamp and I don’t do anything but cry. I feel helpless against him, and I know he knows.
He picks the collar and leash from the table next and I offer no protest as he fastens it around my neck.
He positions himself directly across from me on the couch with the end of the leash in his hand.
“Does it hurt, baby?” He knows the answer.
He leans forward, dragging his fingers over my exposed pussy, making me moan loud,
“Who owns this pussy?”
He looks up at me, and our eyes meet as I answer, “You do, daddy.”
“And what do you do before you use other people’s things?” He slaps my pussy and I jump.
“Ask,” I whimper.
He has an amused look on his face. He loves hearing me struggle to talk through the gag.
Embarrassed is an understatement.
He relaxes back on the couch and picks up his phone, unzipping his pants. I watch as he slides them down, exposing his hard cock.
I feel saliva pooling in my mouth. I want it. Even if it’s just my mouth. I need him inside of me.
He glances up after a few minutes and notices the drool dripping down my chin. I can’t swallow it all with the gag. He laughs and brings his hand to his dick, stroking slowly.
“Pathetic slut. Look at you. You want daddy’s dick so bad.”
I feel the tears pooling again. He’s right. I’m desperate for him, and he fucking knows it.
I look down, ashamed, and he returns his attention to his phone, still stroking his cock.
I look up when I hear the video start. I can’t see what he’s watching since he’s facing me. I can only listen. He’s intently focused on his phone, hand still moving.
I hear moaning and I close my eyes. It’s too embarrassing to have to watch him get off to watching someone else right in front of me. It’s even more embarrassing that I have no way to hide how wet I’m getting because of it.
A hard tug on the leash forces my eyes back open.
“You’re going to watch,” He says. His voice is slightly breathy, and I can tell how good it feels for him.
I’m literally dying for him to touch me. To touch myself. Anything. I moan and whimper and he only responds by looking up with a smirk every once in a while, making sure my eyes are open. Soon, he’s completely wrapped up in the video.
We stay this way for what feels like forever. Me watching his chest rise and fall and watching him catch his breath as he gets himself off. Listening to the sounds of the people fucking coming from his phone. I feel my pussy throbbing, physically begging for him.
When I can tell he’s getting close he suddenly locks his phone and stands up.
My heart begins to pound in anticipation. I need him to fuck me.
He removes the clamps and I wince in pain, trying to be quiet. Trying to be good so he’ll fuck me. He removes the gag and unties me, leaving me only in the collar.
He fists the leash in his hand, forcing me to stand and bringing me close to him. His voice is almost a growl in my ear, “Look what a fucking mess you made.”
I look down at the chair and feel my cheeks get hot. There’s a clear puddle where I was sitting.
“Clean it up,” He commands.
I look around, a bit puzzled, before he yanks the leash down.
I understand. I don’t want to, but I know the only chance I have of getting off is by following orders.
I get on my hands and knees and begin to lick the spot where I was sitting, tasting myself on the seat. He groans and I can hear him getting close again watching me.
Before long, he’s on his knees behind me. I keep doing as instructed, and push my ass back against him. I can’t wait for him to feel how wet I am for him.
I hear him grab something from the table, but I can’t tell what it is. I only know he’s still touching himself instead of fucking me, and it’s driving me insane.
He fists his hand in my hair and pulls my head back towards him.
“Tonight, you’re nothing but a fuck toy. You understand? Daddy’s going to use you. This is for me, not for you.”
I swallow a lump in my throat and answer.
“Yes, daddy.”
He shoves my face back onto the chair, still touching himself, and I can hear him getting close again. I hear his breath pick up before I feel the head of his cock pressed against my ass.
My heart is pounding hard. He was getting the lube.
My stomach knots. I know this is going to hurt.
He pushes harder against my face and growls, “What are you?”
I whine “A fuck toy, daddy.” There are those tears again.
“Tell daddy you need him to use your ass.” His voice is rough. He’s close.
I pause for a second too long, and my face takes the punishment. His slaps are hard. He wants me to feel it.
I tense, my head still reeling from the slap. “I need you to use my ass, daddy”
It hurts. He doesn’t take his time. He forces as much as he can in as quickly as he can. I grip the chair, finding no relief. At this point, I’m sobbing. He’s relentless.
Almost as soon as I feel myself taking the length of him, his hand fists in my hair again and he stills. I can feel his warm cum filling my ass.
He only used my ass as a place to cum. That was it. The realization makes my heart sink.
He pulls out and I collapse on the floor. He collapses next to me and pulls me to him. I shake against him while he catches his breath. “Next time we’ll ask?”
“Next time I’ll ask,” I repeat, dazed.
There’s a pit in my stomach knowing that it’s over. My pussy is still aching, and I still want nothing more than to come, but I know that’s not going to happen tonight.
I bury my head in his chest and finish crying out my frustration before it’s time to clean up and shower off.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bhnkdq/denied_and_punished_by_daddy_bdsm