You arrive at my door, on time, as Daddy had instructed. You take your coat off and hand it to me. A big smile appears on my face. “Good girl”. You are wearing your sexist bra, thong panties, and stockings held up by a garter.
I walk around, inspecting your outfit. I stop behind you, run my hands lightly up your legs, across your stomach and gently cup your breasts while lightly kissing your neck, whispering “Are you ready for Daddy?”
“Yes sir” you respond. I instruct you to kneel, and place your collar on you, a symbol of the unspoken contract between a Dom and sub, showing our mutual trust.
I also blindfold you, then lead you to the bedroom. Without sight, your other senses become heightened, your mind racing with the anticipation of the possibilities.
I set you on a padded bench, cool against your skin.
You feel an object on your foot, lightly moving up your leg, across your panties, then down your other leg.
Now moving back up your leg, across both breasts, then up your neck and under your chin, where you sense the distinct smell of leather, Daddy’s riding crop.
As you think about the possibility of that riding crop being used on your ass, you feel Daddy’s cock on your lips. Instinctively you open your mouth and explore it with your tongue as Daddy gently strokes your cheeks. “Good girl” moans Daddy.
You expertly roll your tongue around the head of Daddy’s cock, eliciting a slight moan from Daddy.
You then slowly take Daddy a little deeper into your mouth, then pulling back until the tip is on your lips.
You again take Daddy into your mouth, taking his cock deeper each time until you force the entire length into your throat.
Now each time you take him, you hold him in your throat longer each time.
You feel Daddy’s hands on the back of your head, forcing his cock the deepest it has ever been. As your body begins to crave oxygen, you instinctively begin to panic, squirming under Daddy’s grasp.
Daddy releases some pressure, allowing you to gasp for air, tears starting to run down your cheeks under your blindfold.
Daddy then again gently forces his cock down your throat. You hold his thick cock in your throat. When your internal struggle begins, you choose to hug Daddy’s cock with your throat over your need to breath.
As you feel as if you are about to pass out, Daddy releases his grip on your head. You immediately gag and gasp for air, your saliva covering Daddy’s cock and covering your chin.
“Good girl, that’s Daddy’s expert cock sucker ”
As you catch your breath you realize that you are no longer touching Daddy. Between your deep breaths, you hear movement in the room.
You hear what you think is a metallic sound. Your mind races through the possibilities: a zipper, chains, a leash, maybe the metal plugs?
You suddenly feel Daddy’s presence behind you, straddling the bench behind you, his warm breath on the nape of your neck.
His rough hands sliding up your sides until he is cupping your breasts, feeling your hard nipples protruding through your sheer bra, pinching your nipples until you gasp.
Daddy then removes your bra, letting it fall to the floor. Daddy is now pinching your nipple again, gently tugging it. He briefly releases it until you feel a simultaneous jolt of pleasure and pain as he quickly clamps your nipple. He clamps the other, and you can feel the chain swinging between your breasts, connecting the two clamps together.
Daddy lays you on your back, your feet still on the floor. He lowers your arms to the floor. You heard that metallic sound again, and suddenly Daddy cuffs your hands together under the bench. This forces you to arch your back and thrust your breasts skyward.
Again you’ve lost contact with Daddy, wondering where he is and what he has planned for you next. You feel the painful pleasure of your nipples clamped, a slight occasional breeze as Daddy moves about the room. Daddy is now standing over you, lightly stroking your hair. You then feel the crop slowly going from your forehead, to your chin, the strong smell of leather.
As it passes between your breasts, Daddy gently tugs on the chain, pulling your nipples and sending a jolt of adrenaline though your body.
You can feel the excitement building between your legs, the wetness clearly present. As he moves towards Daddy’s panty covered pussy, you hold your breath in anticipation.
Just before he is about to touch your throbbing clit, his touch is gone.
Daddy is then at your feet, grabbing your ankles and tying them to the legs of the bench.
Daddy grabs your head and pulls you until your head is hanging off of the bench.
You then feel the familiar touch of Daddy’s cock on your lips. You open your mouth and welcome Daddy into your mouth.
“Good Girl”.
Daddy slowly fills your throat and when you’ve taken all of him, he stops. Daddy pulls out until the tip is on your lips and you gasp for air.
Daddy then enters your throat, slowly fucking your throat. Daddy’s girl gets her rythm and masters breathing while Daddy fills her throat over and over again.
Daddy’s pace quickens as he leans over and braces himself on the bench as he forcefully enters your throat. Daddy stops and holds his cock deep in your throat as he fills it with his cum, your reward for being Daddy’s expert cock sucker.
Just when you feel you are going to pass out, Daddy’s cock is gone. You gasp for air, your saliva and Daddy’s cum escaping your lips.
Daddy lightly kisses your lips as you catch your breath.
You are startled when Daddy rips of your panties. “Daddy’s not done yet baby girl”.
You feel Daddy’s breath as he takes in the scent of your arousal.
Daddy lightly licks your neglected clit, instantly eliciting a moan from Daddy’s girl. He continues to slowly circle your clit, you yearn for Daddy’s cock inside you.
You want to cum but know you can’t. His pressure increases, as well as his pace. You edge closer and closer, struggling against your restraints. You plead, you beg Daddy to let you cum. He denies you.
Daddy suddenly stops, and without hesitation, your legs are free and now your feet are pointing to the ceiling. Daddy thrusts hard into your aching pussy, filling you up. His strokes are long and hard. Just as you are about to request permission, he takes one final plunge, simultaneously pulling the chain between your breasts. The pleasure and pain send you over the edge and you convulse uncontrollably. Daddy has played your body like an experienced musician.
You know Daddy will have to punish you, but you accept that, and in fact look forward to it.
Daddy removes the handcuffs as you continue to ride the waves of pleasure. He helps you to the bed, and strokes your cheek and hair. “Good girl, you resisted as long as you could. I know we will both enjoy your punishment.” You smile, “Yes sir”