Daddy’s Orders

Her phone buzzed.

A text from daddy.

Daddy: You know being a brat doesn’t mean you get your way, don’t you? Send me a picture of your toys.

Her breath quickened. She did as she was told.

Daddy: Good. Take the smaller purple dildo and slide it into your pussy. Make sure you video yourself doing it.

Her: Yes daddy,

She propped her phone up and set it to recording. She wanted to make sure her daddy had a good view as she slowly thrust it into herself.

She ran the tip over her pussy lips, letting it gather up her wetness before she pushed it into her. Then she made sure to stare into the camera and moaned softly as the head stretched her. She maintained pressure and let her hungry little pussy devour it to the base.

She sent the video to him.

Daddy: Such a good little slut, aren’t you? Keep the didlo inside you and get dressed.

Her: But daddy, I can’t stay inside my room all day.

Daddy: I don’t intend for you to. Go about your day as you would normally.’

Her: Ok daddy.

She wandered out of her room, tugging her hoodie down to hide the evidence. It sent a thrill up her spine that no-one else but her and her daddy knew what a little slut she was. She wandered downstairs to make herself a sandwich. The dildo made her eyes darken as she did; it shifted inside her every time she had to bend down to grab something from the cupboard.

‘It feels so good,’ she texted him as she wandered through to the living room so she could eat.

She could almost hear his chuckle through the message as he replied: ‘Good. You’re going to keep it inside you until this evening. Does that sound manageable?’

She shivered at the thought. ‘Yes daddy. That sounds amazing.’

She had to bite her lip to hold back a whimper as she sat down, pushing the toy as deep as it could go. Her pussy tightened around it reflexively. She struggled to concentrate on her food as her pussy pulsed around it. Her increasing wetness meant that the only thing holding her toy in was her clothes. She was glad no one else was in the house as she did housework, as every new job she had to do made her struggle not to moan. She couldn’t keep the pleasure off of her face.

Finally she was done and could escape to the safety of her room.

She sat at her desk and switched on her laptop, moaning audibly as it pushed deeper inside her once more. Gradually, as she managed to concentrate on her work, she could ignore it. The day flew by, taken over solely by the tap of her fingers on the keyboard.

Finally she was done. She closed her laptop with a sigh, glancing out of her window. The sun was fading over the houses below. Her phone buzzed again.

Daddy: Nearly done Princess?

Her: I’m done daddy.

Daddy: Good girl. Get on the bed. I want you to fuck yourself with it though your clothes.

Her: Ok!

She did as she was told obediently. The toy sent waves of pleasure through her as she rocked gently on it. She whimpered softly as her pussy tightened around it once more. It felt increbily inside her, but she knew she couldn’t cum from it. And she knew that he knew. He was torturing her with her own pleasure.

Daddy: Does it feel good, angel?

Her: Yes daddy, so so good.

Daddy: Are you close to cumming?

Her: If i could touch myself I’d be cumming, daddy.

She continued to rock – he hadn’t told her to stop, after all.

He was gone for a few moments.

Daddy: Stop rocking. Don’t touch yourself. I want you to take it out and send me a picture as proof.

Her: But daddy…

Daddy: Don’t whine at me. Send me that picture. You won’t be allowed to cum tonight ok?

Her: Please daddy, I really really need to.

Daddy: Hmm.. I’ll give you a choice. Either you can cum tonight, when I call you, or you can wait until tomorrow and I’ll make you cum as much as you like in person.

Her eyelashes shadowed her cheeks and her back arched as she imagined Daddy’s tongue on her pussy, tasting her, his fingers inside her. She clutched the duvet tight.

Daddy: Make a choice baby.

Her: Tomorrow Daddy. I need you too badly.

Daddy: Good girl. I’ll call you later, but for now go make yourself some food and relax. I want my little one to look after herself, ready for tomorrow. Understood?

Her: Uh huh.

Daddy: Such a good little slut.

That night, after their call, she laid in bed, tossing and turning. Her body ached to be touched. She sighed into her pillow. It was going to be a long, long night.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rf3hck/daddys_orders