I’ve agreed to come see you, knowing full well what is expected when I get there. A princess plug in my ass, the light flowing fabric of my blouse skimming my nipples just enough to make them erect through the peekaboo bra I am wearing that serves no other purpose than to please you. Every bump of turbulence on the plane makes my breasts jiggle and the plug remind me that it is there, and I’m beginning to be able to smell myself and wonder if the other passengers of the plane can too.
Upon landing you meet me at the airport and take in my appearance, and smile broadly as you hug me and whisper “That’s a good slut. I’ll check the rest of you in the car” Smiling inwardly and outwardly, I nod slightly and whisper “Yes, Daddy” Waiting for my luggage you can’t keep your hands off me, grazing the small of my back, the top of my ass, hugging me and inhaling the scent of my hair and I wonder again if it’s JUST me that can smell how aroused I am. You grab my bag like a true gentleman and I wonder just how many times it had to be scanned for all the sex toys and random things in there. Walking out to the car, you hold my hand and squeeze it letting me know just how glad you are I am here while I text my family to let them know I made it ok and in one piece.
You open my door and make sure I’m seated then put my luggage in the back of the car. You get into the driver’s seat and turn to look at me. I look at you quizzically and you pull my face to yours, your tongue exploring my mouth, your fingers wrapping in my hair, holding my head there, unable to move while you explore my mouth aggressively with your tongue. I moan into the kiss as your other hand slaps my thigh and your growl “Open baby” and I spread my legs, exposing my freshly waxed pussy under my green thong. You dip a finger between my pussy lips and feel how slippery and wet I am and you pull your finger and offer it to my lips to taste. Swirling my tongue around your finger I taste my arousal and moan thinking how much I want you to use me like a slut. Before I am ready for you to take the finger again you remove it and slide it down my body, checking for the plug this time. “You were a good slut for Daddy, weren’t you? I suppose I might let you cum sooner rather than later” you muse as your hand trails up my body finding my exposed nipples under my blouse. Chuckling you pull a pair of nipple clamps from your pocket and hand them to me, the unspoken command clear. I unbutton my blouse and put a clamp on each nipple, wincing in pain at the bite of these clamps. I open my mouth, and think better of it when you start to speak “You’ll leave them on until we get to your room. In the car, your breasts are out. You can button your blouse when we get to the hotel.”
I feel the embarrassed flush come over my cheeks, while I worry about if someone sees me with my breasts out in traffic with clamps on the nipples. You start the car and rest a hand on my thigh, creeping it up slowly tracing small doodles further up towards my overly aroused pussy. I slide down slowly trying to get your fingers closer to my clit and bite my bottom lip. “Oh fuck Daddy, please I need your touch there” I beg. Right about then you hit a bump causing my breasts to bounce and the plug in my ass to remind me that it is there. The clamps bounce and bite into my nipples eliciting a moan of desire. I bite my bottom lip and open my legs wider “Umph please Daddy, use me as a dirty slut”
Chuckling you remove your hand from my thigh and tug the chain teasingly, wrapping it around your hand to tug it easier. “Oh, don’t worry about me using you slut. You will be used and you will beg for more.”
Pulling up to the hotel you release the chain, I thank my lucky stars we didn’t hit too much traffic, and you finally let me put my exposed breasts away. Getting out of the car, you retrieve my bag from the back and replace your hand on the small of my back. Check in goes smoothly, and we go up to the room. Once there you escort me into the bathroom and tell me to remove the plug and nipple clamps and take a shower.
Letting the warm water beat over my body I soap up and wash my hair, scrubbing the grime of airport from myself. I trail a hand down my body to my pussy and massage my clit, trying to stifle the moan from escaping my lips. You open the door and call out “Slut what are you doing?” Jumping like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar, I stammer “Oh uh, uhm, I wasn’t doing anything Daddy!”
You peek in and see my hand between my legs and a look of fury crosses your face “Why would you lie to me? Have I not been a good Daddy to you? Get out NOW!” as you pull me from the shower. You HAD laid out a towel to dry me off, and you HAD laid out a school girl outfit for me to wear after you’d dried me. I got the feeling that neither of those things was going to happen now as you pulled me into the bedroom, the cold AC slicing into my flesh as you toss me face down over the end of the bed. I hear the unmistakable sound of your belt sliding through your belt loops while you pin my arms behind my back with your other hand. I barely have a second to think how much your belt is going to sting on my damp back side before the first blow strikes and I let out a yelp of surprise. “You will count them, or we start over. You have to count to 10. You can be good and I can take my hand off you, or you can be a BRAT and I’ll hold you here, what is your choice?”
While I think it over, you become bored waiting for an answer and announce I have taken too long and you will hold me to the bed. You release my arms long enough to cross them so they are easily held with one hand, before clamping down on them with a vice like grip. “Are you ready you dirty fucking UNGRATEFUL whore?” you hiss in my ear as I bite my bottom lip and nod, the only reaction I can have right now as I hear the belt sail through the air and feel the sting across my ass. I yelp again in pain and barely squeak out “One, Daddy, thank you.” before I hear it sail through the air again and feel it make contact on my damp backside again “Oh fuck, two, Daddy, thank you!” We continue to 8 before I am openly shaking under your hand and I can barely get the count out. You stop and massage my ass, caressing it softly, as you stoop down and whisper in my ear “Two more baby girl, you’re doing so good. We can’t have you playing with your clit without permission. You’ll get plenty of fun this week if you just behave. So take a moment and compose yourself and we will finish.”
Taking deep steadying breaths, I calm down enough to whisper “Please finish Daddy, I can take it.” A smile plays across your lips and you kiss the back of my neck and whisper “That’s my girl”
I hear the belt sail through the air and I swear the impact of this spank hurts more than the others combined while I whimper “Nine, Daddy, thank you. Please finish” At my request you let the belt sail through the sail through the air and it lands next to my head on the bed as you press yourself against me from behind. “Sweet girl, I think we’ve had enough of that for now, you did well.” Trailing kisses down my neck and back you ease the pressure on my body and let me up.
Wrapping your hands in my hair you pull me up from the bed and force me to my knees in front of you and growl “Beg for my time, slut.” Sitting back on my heels I look up at you acutely aware that you’re still fully clothed and I’m naked and still wet from the shower and a wave of humiliation passes over me. “Please Daddy, I’d love to suck your cock and make you happy. Prove that I can be a good girl for you.”
You produce the nipple clamps from your pocket again and hand them to me while you look down at me disapprovingly. As I put them on my nipples you growl “How can I be so sure? Good girls get cock; BAD girls get denied. Playing in the shower doesn’t make you a GOOD girl, that’s for sure!” Slowly unzipping your pants and pulling your cock out, you start to stroke yourself slowly and watch as my eyes drift from yours down to the cock in front of my face and I lean forward to take it into my mouth. With a jerk of your wrist you snap my head back and pull me away from your cock “I didn’t say you had earned it yet pet.” Continuing to stroke your cock, you begin to inch my head closer until the head is right at my lips. Knowing better than to take your cock in my mouth before you have given me permission, I enjoy the sensation of the soft skin on my lips before you shove your cock straight through my lips and down my throat, your fingers tightening in my hair as you begin to fuck my throat. I suck your cock, savoring the feeling in my mouth while I trace small circles along the base of your cock. My hands reach up to massage your balls while I suck your cock, varying the pressure as I move along its length, moaning around you cock. As you continue to fuck my face, you release my hair and slap me on the cheek a couple of times, causing me to moan louder. All too soon, I feel your cock swell as you pull me backwards so you can cum on my face. Sliding your hand up and down the shaft you growl “Open your mouth, don’t waste my cum, slut” as you begin to spurt streams of sticky cum across my face, splattering across my cheeks and hitting my mouth, me swallowing what lands inside my mouth. As you finish, my fingers move to clean my face of your cum, scooping it into my mouth, savoring the taste.
As I finish sucking all the cum off my fingers, you send me to the bathroom to finish getting cleaned up. I make sure to wash my face to make sure there is nothing left behind, check my hair because I swear if you got cum in my hair all hell will break loose, and put my glasses back on. Satisfied with my naked appearance, I turn around to check the damage from our earlier escapade with the belt. It’s not as bad as I thought, it IS red, and it is VERY tender, but nothing too serious. I know I will wear the marks for the week I am here and they will get added to. I smile to myself with that knowledge and turn around again to face myself in the mirror. My hair is a damn mess, but my brush is in the room with the rest of my stuff. You knocking on the door frame pulls me from my thoughts and I blush and bite my bottom lip “I was, I was, uhm… Daddy I wasn’t being bad I was just looking in the mirror I promise!” Chuckling you come up behind me and slide my hair to one side of my neck before sliding your arms around my waist and holding me close, nibbling up my neck and kissing it down. “I know you were being good princess. However, it’s time to see how good you can be for Daddy. Come on.”
Leading me from the bathroom into the bedroom with your hands still around my waist you push me down onto the bed and turn me onto my back. Straddling my hips, you lean down and kiss me, lacing your fingers through my hair, your tongue teasing my lips. Moaning into the kiss I pull you down to me and hold your face close to mine so you can’t get away. I feel you shuffle under the pillows for something and feel the soft smoothness of silk tighten around one wrist and then around the other and I tug to see how much give I have, not much. Thoughts race through my head wondering what you’ve got in store for me for the rest of the afternoon but I also know you won’t make me wait long to find out.
Kissing me, trailing from my lips down to my neck, to my chest, you take a nipple in your mouth, drawing circles around my areola before you nibble on the nipple then repeat the process to the other nipple. Moaning I struggle against the scarves holding me down wanting to feel you as your kisses trail down my torso, taking time at my navel and then nibbling on my hips. Progressing downwards you tease my thighs, kissing and nibbling them while I try to shift so your tongue is able to lick my overly sensitive pussy.
Chuckling, you slap my pussy openhanded, making me inhale sharply and moan softly struggling against my bonds. “Please Daddy, I need you to touch me!” I breathily pant as you chuckle and lick the length of my slit once before sucking on my clit for a couple of seconds then sliding backwards on the bed away from me. “Oh baby girl, what AM I going to do with my princess?” you tease me.
Groaning in frustration, I let my inner bratty bitch out and say half sarcastically and far too snippy for my own good “Well, Daddy, you could fuck your dirty sl…”
Before I can finish my sentence, you slap me across the face and grab me by the jaw so I’m forced to look at you “If my princess wants to be treated like a dirty slut, I shall oblige, but she may want to think carefully the next time she makes such an offhanded remark” you growl. Leaving me tied to the bed, you disappear and reappear shortly after with an assortment of toys that sends a chill up my entire body. First comes the blindfold, which you know I hate. I hate not seeing what’s going to be happening. I’m already naked and exposed and now I can’t see what’s happening. I begin to feel the moisture between my legs increase because you ALSO know just how much it turns me on to be in such a helpless predicament.
Next I hear the roll of tape, the unmistakable “ziiiiiiiipt” as you pull the duct tape off the roll, followed by the tearing sound. I feel fabric at my mouth and instinctively open it while you shove the fabric in my mouth and cover it with the tape. After a few second I taste the unmistakable flavor of myself as it dawns on me you’ve shoved my own panties in my mouth and taped them there. Moaning softly in anticipation I feel your warm breath on my nipples, your tongue flicking out to lick each a couple times before your soft touch is gone, only to be replaced by the sharp unforgiving bite of nipple clamps being placed on my hardened nipples. Wincing and recoiling from the pain, I whimper softly through the gag and I hear you chuckle from the foot of the bed. “What’s wrong my dear slut, are you uncomfortable already? We haven’t even begun yet!” you muse and I hear the click of a camera as you snap some pictures. Refusing to break so easily I stubbornly shake my head while the slight movement of me shaking my head makes my boobs jiggle which then tugs on the nipple clamps. I hear you take pictures as you walk from one side of the bed to the other, taking in your handiwork, before you pause at the end of the bed again. The bed shifts and I feel your hands touching and probing my pussy, while you slide a finger up and down my slit, testing it for moisture. Snapping a couple more pictures of just how wet I am I assume, you shuffle backwards on the bed and then it goes quiet again. I hear rustling of toys before an “ah ha just what I needed” mumble.
Burning with curiosity, I strain to listen to see if I can make out any sounds that might clue me in on what you have planned, but alas I hear nothing before I hear the sound of leather whistling through the air. The many tips of the flogger sting across the exposed flesh of my belly before you recoil and land another blow across my thighs. Moaning into the gag, I struggle against my bonds, trying to escape the blows you continually land to my thighs and pussy. Next you trail the ends of the flogger up and begin to whip at my breasts, the nipple clamps popping off in the process as you slap them. That elicits more than a moan from me as I whimper in pain as the blood rushes back to my nipples. I hear you set the flogger down and you wave something else around, it sounds more solid than the flogger though and its fluid movements. Waiting is a luxury I don’t have this time around as you land five direct hits per nipple with the leather paddle followed by a bombardment of hits to the damp flesh of my pussy and the surrounding thigh area. I scream into the gag, taken by surprise, as the pain courses through my body.
Your fingers replace the harsh bite of the paddle on my thighs as you caress me to calm me down, kneeling next to me and petting my hair with your free hand as I calm down. Barely above a whisper you soothe me “You’ve done so good pet, you aren’t quiet done yet” you purr into my ear. Wondering what you have up your sleeve I merely nod my head, a sign of my acceptance and consent for whatever you have waiting for me. Teasing my thigh with your fingertips, you creep them higher to my pussy lips, teasing me before seeking out my clit.
Purring into the gag, I struggle to get your fingers on my clit and you oblige my wanton movements and begin to stroke my clit, first in slow circles, then you move to faster circles. Closer to orgasm you inch me and as my breathing gets erratic, you slow your fingers to an almost painful crawl across my clit as I get further from the edge and I whimper in frustration against the gag. Leaving your fingers barely on my sensitive nub, you chuckle as I try to fight the restraints to get more pressure on my clit to stimulate myself to orgasm. Withdrawing your hand completely, you bring it back down with force and slap my pussy, causing me to cry out into the gag, before you start the torturously slow dance on my clit with your fingers again, bringing me to the brink, before pulling me back from it again in the same cruel way, chuckling as I struggle against the restraints again hoping I’ll get lucky the second time. This process repeats for what feels like an eternity with the blindfold on and no way to gauge the time. Finally, after bringing me to the edge and then cruelly pulling me back for the tenth time, I feel you place a vibrator on my clit and you switch it to the highest setting. Kneeling down to my ear you whisper “Does my slut want to cum?” and your tone catches me off guard. I nod my head eagerly that I do, I really do want and need to cum, and you chuckle before you whisper “Then, cum she shall. Until I say she is done.”
The gravity of the situation flitters through my mind as the first orgasm quickly pushes it out of my mind. I feel the pleasure tear through me violently, radiating from my wet and needy pussy all the way down to my toes. My entire body tenses as I writhe on the sheet, moaning through the gag. The orgasm rips through me, my toes curling and my hands balling into fists as I claw at the sheets, the restraints keeping me immobilized on the bed. Grinding my pussy against the toy on my clit I feel exposed completely as I show you what I feel is mentally my most vulnerable state. I’ve never been in your presence previous but here I am shaking from an orgasm before you.
Expecting you to take the toy off my clit, I am surprised when you don’t and I briefly remember what you said before, but before I can fully grasp it, the toy is ripping another orgasm from my body, almost before the last one has finished. Whimpering into the gag, I feel the tension drain from my body as another orgasm washes through me, making my entire body break out in beads of sweat in the already chilled room. My poor overly sensitive clit is bombarded with wave after wave of orgasm while you take great delight in grinding the toy into my clit. After the sixth orgasm, my moans of pleasure turn to tormented screams through the gag, as I try to incoherently and fruitlessly beg you to stop. You chuckle and whisper in my ear “Has my slut had enough?” I nod vigorously “Would she like me to stop?” I nod again and whimper as you push the toy harder on my clit “Is my princess going to be a good girl and stop being such a brat?” you say at a normal volume, which after the whispering sounds like you are in fact yelling the question at me. I jump and tense again, my entire body going rigid as another orgasm courses through my tortured body, radiating, sending electric shots from my overly sensitive pussy down to my toes, only this time there is no erotic grabbing of the sheets, just a rigid body, shaking, trembling, while my tortured screams come from beneath the gag. As the orgasm subsides, having lost count myself of how many my body has endured you slap my face taking me by surprise and grasp my jaw line firmly as you repeat the question previously asked, more firmly this time, full of danger. “Is my princess going to be a good girl and stop being such a brat?” Screaming into the gag I nod again, more vigorously than before and it sounds as if I am pleading with you to let me rest.
Clucking your tongue at me, you remove the toy from my clit, and as I sigh, you place it firmly back on and move it in a circle “Oh just thirty more seconds. I’m sure you can handle it. I’m watching a clock.” As what feels like an eternity for me ticks by, I thankfully don’t feel the build of an orgasm and you sigh seeming disappointed when you take the toy off my clit. Next, you remove the nipple clamps, followed by the blind fold. You can see now I’d been crying and you gingerly brush the tears away. All that remains is the gag and the restraints. You remove the gag first and bend down and kiss me full on the mouth, your tongue exploring my mouth again, seemingly starved for the kiss. Nipping my bottom lip, you withdraw and remove the scarves from my wrists. Being able to move again is delicious but short lived as you lay down beside me and pull me close to you. Running your fingers up my spine, as my body involuntarily shivers against you, I bite my bottom lip as I snuggle into your chest.
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