We finally had alone time. The kid was gone, the roommate downstairs. I didn’t care what she heard, fuck it. I wanted us, I wanted him.

I don’t remember the beginning, because as Daddy says, I don’t write anymore. This happened days ago and the details fade. But I do remember the orgasms. I remember he took he and made me his again. I remember the heat, the pain and the joining.

He used the damned Hitachi on me. It vibrates and overcomes whatever blocks or distractions my mind throws in front of it. His fingers pumped inside me while the vibrations took me away. It was such a shuddering and strong orgasm. Daddy was pleased.

After he fucked me, we were lying on the bed catching our breath. I don’t recall what started it but he began teasing me again. Then he started the Hitachi again. No, not again!, I thought. But yes, he wanted it and he was going to have it. “What, don’t you want more?” He taunted.

“No, Daddy, no.”

“Daddy’s not here now.” When he is in command of me I know he is Master.

“Master, yes Master.”

“That’s better.” The vibration was turning the tide.

“What are you?” He asked.

“Your slave. Your wife.”

“That’s right, good slave.” He pushed the Hitachi into me harder.

“No, Daddy please!” I squirmed away from it.

“Daddy’s not here. You’re having a problem remembering who I am. I’ve neglected your training.”

“No Master.” It was my fault, not his. But I couldn’t argue, that was not my place and yet how could my error be his? My mind was twisting and the predicament was spinning me. The vibrations continued.

“You’re telling me no?” He wheedled.

“No Daddy. Please Daddy…Master.” Oh I was so jumbled. I stopped talking, it was getting me nowhere fast.

“Ok then…” He pulled the vibe off and I sighed in relief until he put it right back on at the higher speed. “Since you want this over with, this will get it done that much faster.” I heard the evil twinkle in his eyes rather than saw it. The vibrations took me right back into the fray. I was surprised. My traitor of a body was doing exactly what he wanted. Soon I shook with another orgasm.

“You didn’t want to do it but I made you anyway. I am proud of you though, you haven’t given me two orgasms in a long time.” He straddled me and pushed his cock inside me. “You said Daddy when you should have said Master. Now count for me slave.” His hand was poised over my breast. Oh, this was going to hurt.

The first stinging strike to my nipple went straight through my body. It hurt so much. “One Daddy.” I tried to hold it together. I wanted to get away from the pain. He slapped the other nipple. “Two Daddy!” I squirmed and he thrust into me. God, if he would just keep fucking me and stop the strikes I would be in heaven. Another strike. “Three Daddy.” Nipple torture is nothing like anything else. There’s no soft start or warm up, the pain is immediate.

He kept striking and I kept counting. God, I hoped it would stop soon. I’m sure I was gushing around his cock…again with the damned traitorous body, but I wanted the pain to end. “Nine Daddy!” Ten followed quickly after and then he thrust hard and fast until he came deep inside me.

God, I needed that.