Time Begins Again

It’s like I’ve been in a coma. I’ve been submerged in Vanilla life. Moving, parenting, more moving, unpacking, cleaning, feeding people, walking dogs, all that BS.

Mr. D has been home two nights since moving back from Texas. Both nights I’ve been sore and exhausted. My body is beat up from moving and boxes. But I still wanted him. The first one we fucked. Short and sweet but a reconnection. Then he was gone the weekend.

Last night again, tired and sore but needy. I was need for him.

“What do you want slut?” He asked.

“I want Daddy to fuck me.” I replied.

“How do you ask?” He asked.

“Please fuck me Daddy.” Simple and direct.

“Hands flat on the bed.” I complied. God, how my heart sang with that command.

Except. I had to oust the dog from the bed. Then I couldn’t move without pain so used my hands as leverage and grabbed one of his in error.

“What did I say?” Crap, I had disobeyed.

“To keep my hands on the bed.” No use justifying my actions. I disobeyed.

“Use those hands to present your breasts.” I held them together for him high and tight.

“Count.” Damn, he really means it and he knows the counting adds another element.

Ten strikes altogether. Five on each breast. The pain, the fucking, in tandem. God, I was in heaven.

Pain that wasn’t my rebellious body. Pain for us, pain for Him. Fuck, I was finally home. Time begins again.

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Forced Orgasm

Last month, when we were together at his place, he pushed me further than he had pushed me in a long time.

That weekend he made me cum four different times. This last one was harsh. He used his Hitachi full force on my clit. Prior to that we had played and played and played. My body was a finely tuned instrument by then. I quickly approached the edge but as typically happens for me, I plateaued.

I rush up to the edge of orgasm, everything fine and then a lull happens and my mind begins to work on me. I want this. I want to cum for him. Cum for Daddy. Don't fail him. You're failing him. Then it's a bloody damned miracle if I cum.

This time though his voice and his words took me out of it. "I'm going to teach you slut. You'll cum for me. Then I'll tie you up with that wand on your clit. You won't be able to escape. I'll go get something to eat and you'll be here with that vibe working you for hours. You can scream and cry and squirm but you'll cum for me over and over."

The thought of him torturing me like that sent me right over the edge. I came hard. I bucked and shook and cried out just like he said I would. Yet still he kept the vibrator pressed hard against my clit and I couldn't take it. The feeling of it pressed against my hypersensitive clit as I came made me lose my shit.

"Please Daddy, no!! Please stop! No Daddy, no more…please no more!" He kept it pressed on my spasming clit and the pain of it made me gasp and cry. Many women can't have their sex touched right after an orgasm, apparently I'm one.

He finally took the vibrator off my clit and my body, which had been clenched in a position completely raised off the bed, could let go. I collapsed and rolled into a ball.

I was so relieved he took the machine off my poor clit. My body kept spasming as I came down from that intense orgasm. I felt languorous and so relaxed. He came up on the bed and curled around me asking me if I was ok. I love where he takes me.

Lick it

Daddy made me hang my head off the end of the bed. I knew what that meant. I would be face fucked. We had a full weekend of play and Daddy was diving deeper and deeper into his Masterhood.

He had forced his cock down my throat on the couch with some success and some choking. In the upright position he hits my throat and plugs it completely making me gag unless I'm clearly focused on relaxing for him. He held me on his cock several times where I panicked and came up gasping for air.

Now though, I had my head hung off the side of the bed and he mounted my face. In this position it's a straight shot through my mouth down my throat. There is no curve to hinder his entry. He slides right in. He let me quickly moisten his whole length then he fucked my mouth fast and hard.

I was lulled by his talk and the deeply submissive state he had me in. I was calm, I was his slut toy, his chattel. I was his human flesh light. He fucked my face until my lips and cheeks were glistening with spit. My eyes closed and I was in a world of his making.

He fucked my mouth and throat with pure dominant ferocity. He would push all the way into my throat and plug any avenue I had to breathe. He'd grunt and hold himself there until the desperation to breathe would build and blossom in my lungs. They would ache to explode the used air out of my mouth. I'd tap his leg in a weak attempt to obey nature. Finally he pulled out and I'd gasp.

All the while he talked. His words lured me along in the dark under the trance of his dominance. "Take it slave. You are mine to fuck as I will. My fuck toy. My little cum whore, you're going to take my cum and like it, aren't you?" Questions I couldn't answer. He would answer them for me with a deeper thrust urging a gagging response.

He pulled out of my throat and turned. He pushed his ass in my glistening face. "Lick it whore. Lick my ass. You know you want it. Lick it!" He bent over and his asshole pushed down on me. I licked it, I was eager for it. His ass cheeks pushed down on my cheeks and my face was mashed up in his crack. I licked his puckered asshole for the heady submissive thrill of it. He commanded and I obeyed. I licked and sucked and heard him groan. God, I was in ecstasy with it. I loved that he did not flinch in demanding the dirty things he wanted from me.

I loved every moment of him taking what he wanted without apology or hesitation. I am his fuck toy. I am owned and used. My fantasy has come to life.

Sting

I mounted the spanking bench completely naked. He put a blanket over my calves and feet. It protects my feet from errant strikes and gives me some warmth somewhere. The rest of me is exposed and available to his whim.

His hand caressed my ass and back as he contemplated what to do to me. He told me I was his plaything, his toy. “Yes Daddy.” I said. He gripped the hair at the nape of my neck firmly.

“Daddy’s not here now. It is only Master. There is no protection here for you now. Do you understand slut?” 

“Yes D..d..Master.” He has ingrained in me that he is Daddy. He cares for me and protects me. But when we evoke the darkness he quashes Daddy purposefully so that Master may step to the fore. 

I knew then that this would not be a soft and gentle flogging.  It would be harsh. I braced myself. Usually he warms my body and skin with gentler, lighter taps. Not so today. From the beginning to the end it was all sting. 

He used a vicious little red hand shaped crop then a leather crop on my ass.  He has several but one in particular has more sting than the rest. Each swat was a harsh bite into my tender ass. “You know what this is slut?” He asked. I shook my head. He walked around to my face. I lifted up and pushed my hair aside.  He held the crop to my lips. “Open.” He put the loop in my mouth and I bit down on it.  “That’s right, you know this.”

He returned to striking my ass but harder and with more intensity.  I tried not to squirm. I failed miserably but I tried.  So much sting! My ass was on fire. 

“Don’t you like what I have to give you? What are you?” He had been talking the whole time. But what had he been saying? The sting was overwhelming.  I had heard but his voice was so distant. 

“I’m yours Daddy. Master! I’m yours Master.” Damn, I’m failing at this, I thought. 

“Yes, you are mine. You have no choice in that. But WHAT are you?” He struck again and again then waited for a response.

“Your slave! I’m your slave, Master.” I said.

“There, see, was that so hard? I should whip your sensitive thighs for making me wait for an answer.” He switched to the leather slapper he made.  It is a short piece of leather doubled over on itself and sewn into an implement about 12 inches long with a handle.  It carries quite a sting and can be wielded precisely. 


He slapped my ass with it and the sting went deeper and spread out much further than the crop had.  “No squriming.” Then he worked his way down my thighs. Oh my god, the sting on my thighs bloomed and I cried out. It was tenfold the level of sting on my ass.  From the crease down I was soon smoldering with pain. 

As I cried out and squirmed he said, “You remember your words don’t you?” I knew he meant my safe words.

“Yes, I know them Master!” As much as the sting was lighting me up I did not want to use my words.  I can’t remember if I have ever used them. Maybe once, maybe never. They are there but I don’t want to use them. I don’t want to be weak. I don’t want to worry the Daddy in him. And as much as the pain was setting me on fire, I didn’t want this to end. 

Finally, he stopped hitting my thighs. They were throbbing still. He came around and pushed his cock into my face. “See what this does to me? See what you do to me?” His cock was rock hard and dripping pre-cum.

“Open your mouth slave.” I reached my hand up to move my hair. With my head down it covered my face in a blanket of blonde. “I didn’t say move your hair!” He pushed his cock and a mouthful of hair into my face. Cum dripped into my hair as I tried to obey. 

He pulled back and went back around behind me again. “Now slave, it is time for you to count. You know your words. That is the only way this will stop.”  He took his buffalo flogger, which is the heaviest one he owns. It hits you full force like a fist. The weight of it is significant. 

He began. He gave no mercy. It was full intensity from the beginning. “One Master!” I cried. Then again, “Two! Master. ” My whole body rocked forward with each strike. “Three! Master.” I went limp and held onto the bench with my hands. I didn’t want to flinch. I didn’t want to run. “Four, Master.”

On he continued at full force. Usually, he strikes in a rhythm. One, two, three, four. Two to each side then rest or some such rhythm where he breaks when he inherently knows I’m reaching a limit.  He’s so intuitive to where I am mentally.  This time, there was no break. The higher I counted the faster he got and soon I couldn’t count.  I tried.  I failed. 

I agonized until I realized he would not stop. There would be no break.  He would break me first. The pain was incredible. I took it and took it and still he did not stop. My mind was in turmoil.  Make it stop! You can stop it! He said use your words. Oh god no. Daddy will stop it. 

But there was no time to think. The pain was mounting.  He had planted the seed. Use your words. “Yellow!” I said. Then I sobbed as he immediately stopped. “Yellow Master, yellow.” It had stopped but I hadn’t.  He made sure I was okay to stand then he led me to the bedroom and had me lie on the bed. I was bewildered. I had used my safe word. One of them.  Yellow is to pause, Red is full stop. 

He moved about the room then laid beside me on the bed. “I used my safe word.” He nodded.  

“I meant for you to use it.” He held me and made sure I was coming down safely.

“I said yellow but we stopped.” I was confused.  Why had we stopped?  Granted, I was deep in a submissive place and still reeling from the pain and endorphins. 

“Daddy’s prerogative.” He held me and asked if I was okay. I thought he’d want sex then but he just held me until I returned. 

Choke

He grabbed my hair and shoved his cock deep into my throat. I held on as long as I could.  Mouth stretched, throat stretched, eyes watering until all the air in my lungs turned to carbon dioxide and I fought against his grip.

“Hold…hold…” His iron grip on me refused to give as my panic began to fly wildly.  Finally, he let go and I pulled off him gasping air. I refused to back away, my mouth still at the tip of his cock as I labored for fresh air. 

I took his cock in again. I would not be beaten. I would not fail to serve. I sucked him in halfway. My breathing began to slow again, the panic receded.

Again he grabbed my hair and pulled me down. I would last longer this time I told myself. The iron grip held and I stuck out my tongue working him deeper. Still, I felt the panic rise. 

“Good slut.” Damn him for knowing how that eggs me on. I rocked my head and felt his cock move in my mouth. Soon he’d let go and I’d win.

The panic rose, I looked up at him and saw he wasn’t playing. Master was fully in control. I moaned on his cock desperate again for air.

“Hold slut. You will do this.” My eyes watered and I pulled back even though I knew it was useless. I went into full panic mode. Wild-eyed, I pushed my hands against the steel thighs that were wrapped around my body. I was close to clawing him.

He let me go and I fell back onto the floor at his feet. My head on the couch cushion near him, I coughed and sputtered the phlegm his cock had loosened in my throat. 

“When you’re ready, I want you to come into the other room. I want you on the bench.” He left then. I heard the sounds of him moving things. I knew he was putting out toys of torture. I knew what was coming. 

The Start

“Eyes down. Hands at your side.” I was naked and on my knees. He sat on the couch in front of me. He took my tits in hand and began to lick and suck my nipples one at a time. It was slow, erotic torture. I was denied touch.  I could only look down. As he sat back on the couch his fingers tweaked my wet, hard nipples. I moaned and looked up at him in reflex. 

“Eyes down. Clearly, I’ve left you to languish too long.  My slut can’t follow simple directions anymore.”  I despaired.  My eyes focused on his belt buckle.  His hand reached out and grabbed my neck with force and I immediately panicked.  My hands came up to protect myself. 

“Arms down!” I snapped my arms back into place and just like that I was entranced. Stern Daddy sends me to a very dark and focused place. I am all alone but for his voice, his touch, his words. I am tethered to him. I am inexorably enshrouded in blackness yet completely under his power and buoyed by his desire. 

“Take out my cock.” His hand released my neck and he sat back to give me access.  I unbuckled his leather belt and unzipped his pants. I reached in and pulled his hard cock out. “Kiss the head of my penis.” I kissed it without touching him anywhere else. I was damned if I would get any other orders wrong. 

I let my lips part and slid them across the silky head.  God, I love the feel of him. “Daddy, may I suck your cock?” I waited and dared not look up.

“Yes, slut.” Yesss. I opened my mouth and took the tip of him in.  I moistened his smooth, bulbous head with my tongue and slid my lips around the whole of it. The feel of his cock in my mouth was heaven.  I sucked him in…effectively tugging on him. His body responded, hardening more.  

I put my hands on the ground inbetween his legs and became a receptical for his cock. I pushed forward until he was hitting the back of my throat.  When he is thrust that deep I can get traction and suck him in earnest.  I was rapt in my work when I heard his voice.

“Rise my love, into the bedroom with you.” I pulled away from his cock and rose to my feet which were prickly with pins and needles from kneeling.  I walked into the bedroom as he followed. “Sula for me.” Sula is a slave position and means to lie on your back, arms at your side and legs spread wide.  I did as commanded. 

He rose up between my legs to go down on me. His lips and tongue swirled my clit making me squirm. Once my clit was hard he pressed his lips up against my body and sealed them around it. As he does that he sucks and works me with his tongue driving me wild. My hands gripped the bed and grabbed at the air, they were expressing somehow the intensity of his ministrations.

He noticed and said, “Keep your hands at your sides whore!” I felt horrible, why can’t I follow a simple rule? He looked up at me in consternation. “Play with yourself.” Dejected, I put my hand between my legs and rubbed my clit for him. He pulled out the Hitachi.  I knew what he wanted.  “You’re going to give me your come. I want it and you’re going to give it to me. This order you will follow.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I said. I was mortified.

“Daddy’s not here anymore. Now you have to deal with Stern Master and you’re going to give me what I want. This weekend you are mine and this is how it’s going to be.” He turned on the vibrator and put it between my legs. “Hold it.” 

I grabbed onto it as the vibration worked its magic. I closed my eyes and listened to the words he leveled at me.  Words of control, words of possession.  Usually it takes me a long time and sometimes my mind throws me right out of the game but tonight I was his completely. Before I thought possible I told him, “I’m coming Daddy, coming!” My body shook and bucked then I felt him enter me.  His cock filled me and I had what I ached for, he fucked me hard and fast. It was a beautiful homecoming. 

Setting the Tone

Before I arrived for my visit with Daddy, he sent me a video of a slave being used by two Masters.  They were very harsh with her and used her body repeatedly.  They took her anally, vaginally and facefucked her.  They degraded her by spitting on her. It was a very intense scene.  She had no break and they did not let up in using her for any plea.

Daddy and I spoke about it after I watched it.  We talked about how she gave of her service and it was not at all about her receiving pleasure. As a viewer, I was initially appalled that she was used almost to the point of abuse. 

When I thought about the scene from a lifestyle perspective, I realized it was along the same lines as what I crave with Daddy. When he leaves his Daddy Protector behind and his Stern Master side comes out it puts me very quickly into a deeply submissive state.  

As we discussed the video he said, “They took and she gave. I have spit on your sex like that but never degraded you with it. I have slapped your face but didn’t know what you felt about it. There will be more discussions and demands.”

Finally he said, “You have mentioned degradation before and that name calling is a turn on. We haven’t gone to sub space in a very long time. Prepare for that on vacation.” 

Fast forward a week.  After picking me up from the airport and taking me to dinner, we went home together. We had some snuggle time then he said, “Stand please. Strip off your clothes and kneel.”

I took a deep breath and followed directions.  I pulled my dress above my head and dropped it on the other couch. I faced him then took off my bra and panties. As I knelt he said, “Very nice. Eyes down.”

My eyes were lowered already but now I knew not to raise them, he rarely specifies that. “Arms at your sides. Remember, what I said?” I knew immediately and nodded.  A race of adrenaline shot through me. I was finally with him after a month of no Daddy and now I would be tested by Master too.  I was giddy and nervous all at once.