Author: Harleygirl66

On cold, winter days, I much preferred to be buried under blankets, or bundled in my pajamas on the couch. Naps were also a high priority. Some days I would read from the “spicy” book list that I shared with my friends, and other days, I would mindlessly watch TV.
Today was more of a reading day, and Daddy was being extremely annoying by attempting to text me every few minutes. My phone was practically vibrating off the couch next to me. Most of the text was about if I had anything to eat, or something to drink, others were more about things that he was going to do to me when he got home.
I barely replied, only sending the quickest responses, or one of the spicy photos that I had already sent him. I knew it would only piss him off, but it was too cold to get up from my bundle of blankets to take any new ones. Read more »

I started to wake up, slowly. Fingertips gently caressed my bare arm laying on top of the soft blankets. “Mhm, Daddy, you’re home.” He chuckled at my sleepy voice, and pulled me closer, spooning me from behind. “Looks like my sleepy Babygirl got her nap today.” He pressed a kiss up against my neck, “Daddy had to work a long and tiring day without one.”

I giggled, “Poor Daddy, no nappies.” He peppered kisses on my neck as his hands pulled me closer.
“What are you wearing under your blankie, Babygirl?” I gasped when his hands trailed underneath the soft, gray blanket. “Oh, you dirty girl. Where are your clothes?” I gasped when his rough fingertips pinched my nipples. “I should spank you for that.”

His hands traced my body, knowing every touch that drove me wild. I gasped when his fingers found their way down to my lower half. “No panties? Oh, Princess, you are gonna get a spanking,” he taunted. A desperate whine escaped me as his fingers played with my clit. “Ah, I thought that I gave you enough orgasms this morning. There’s no reason for you to be this needy.” He chuckled darkly in my ear, “But that’s how I like you. Desperate, depraved, needy Babygirl.” His fingers stopped playing and spanked my pussy, hard. “So sensitive too.” He resumed his teasing, “You cum so easily Princess, and with too many orgasms, you get cum-drunk.” Read more »

It all started one night walking home from my bar tending job. Snatched off the streets in the early hours of the morning, and sold to a man who imprisoned me in his home. I wasn’t sure how long I had been here, confined to this basement. It had felt like years, and I wasn’t sure if it had been years or if the time seemed to pass more slowly in my forced imprisonment.
The basement was modern, painted in soft gray and blue tones, with minimalist furniture, and decorations. At first, my warden, Daddy, made sure that I wasn’t able to use anything to fight back, removing or locking anything up that I could use as a weapon against him, or something to hurt myself. As time progressed and Daddy began to trust me, he surprised me with small items to make the basement seem more homey.
In the early months, I wasn’t allowed clothes. For the most part, Daddy kept me bound to the bed, naked, but on the rare occasions where he would let me up, he cuffed my hands behind my back with soft and sturdy leather cuffs. I was reliant on him for everything, including bathing myself, eating, waxing everywhere, and cleaning up after I used the bathroom. It was horrific and embarrassing to rely on my captor for everything. Early on, Daddy ingrained in my mind that I would never be able to escape him. He placed a tracker under my skin, and promised that even if I was able to get away, I wouldn’t ever be able to function as a normal adult again.
The first time he forced me, I thought I would never recover. He had tied my wrists to the headboard, and my ankles to my thighs, making sure that I wouldn’t be able to move. He gagged me, telling me that he didn’t want me to bite him. Daddy kissed and licked nearly every inch of my exposed body, ignoring my whimpers. He licked away the tears that fell down my face as his long fingers probed my pussy. I whined and tried to roll away which made him snicker and taunt me. I screamed when he impaled me with his massive cock, ripping through my cherry. As he pounded my tiny pussy, my body betrayed my mind. My pussy grew wetter with each stroke, making me sob harder. He chuckled, enjoying my torment, as he continued to fuck me. We came together that day, Daddy filled me to the brim with his cum. Afterwards, he held my hair back as I vomited from the shame, then bathed me in the deep jacuzzi tub.
He molded me into his perfect baby girl, kitten, fuck puppet, anything he wanted. He bound me, raped every hole, spanked me, collared me, and placed toys in every orifice. On very rare occasions, he would take me upstairs and cook dinner for me while I was bound on the floor of the kitchen, or on a chair facing him. One day, he bound me to the kitchen table with a vibe on my clit as he licked whipped cream and chocolate off my body. Afterwards, he choked me with his cock until I made him cum all over my face.
Lately, his biggest infatuation was orgasm denial. Every morning and evening, he would bind my hands using thigh wrist cuffs and use a vibrator on my clit. Sometimes he would also eat me out as I begged and whined for permission to cum. If I came without permission, he would use the cane on my ass and clit. If I touched myself, he would make the caning seem like love taps. On the wall calendar, he had a tally of how many days it had been since I last came. Today marked sixty two days of constant edging and denial. Daddy liked me desperate and horny, he liked when I tried to grind my clit on his leg while he fed me on his lap.
“Daddy, please let me cum! I promise I’ll be good.” I begged him. He snickered, and kept grinding the vibrator against my clit. “Daddy please!” Tears filled my eyes and I struggled against the thick cuffs. “You can cum if you take my cock and my friend’s cock in your little holes.” I whimpered, “Please Daddy, I need to cum so bad. It hurts!” He turned the vibe up another notch or so and pressed it harder to my clit. “Price of cumming is double penetration, baby girl. What’s it going to be?”