Aching Need

Daddy and I have been sick for weeks.  One of those hacking coughs that precursors something worse.  We are both finally on antibiotics and healing.  

When Daddy saw his Doctor they found that even on multiple blood pressure meds his blood pressure is still dangerously high.  They put him on a couple more.  

With all this happening, we weren’t able to have sex before he left for Texas.  I bit my tongue even though I desperately wanted him.  You want to say your sex life is worth dying for but in reality I don’t want to kill the man with ecstasy. 

But damn I want him.  Two more weeks until I see him.  Every night this week I’ve masturbated after all are asleep and the house is quiet. The need is so great that every orgasm has rocked me long past my normal response.  It’s this odd shaking shudder that begins in my sex and spasms through the rest of me.  Delicious but telling.  

I ache in a very deep way for my Master, my Daddy, now my Fiancé. He brought me to life and my body responds to him like no other.  

Counting the days…

Altered States

He gave me time.  We were full from breakfast.  We sat and read email, blogs, etc.  I didn’t think anything of it.  Life as usual. 

He got up to do some laundry and then he was by my side in the living room. “Strip.” He said with no emotion, no explanation.  I unzipped my jeans vest and pulled off my shorts.  I stood naked before him. “Nice.  Follow me.”

Into the bedroom we went.  There were ropes everywhere.  He had been busy while he was doing the laundry.  “Get into the center of the bed,” he said as he adjusted the ropes at the headboard.  A large O ring was centered at the top of the large wooden headboard. I recognized it as a piece of equipment that is usually used under the mattress so that you can tie a person spread eagle to a bed withiut a frame.  This was going to be different. 

I laid on the bed in the center.  I was nude and felt the air from the  fan play across my skin.  He took one of my wrists and looped black rope around it several times tying a knot below my palm.  Then he tied the other wrist in similar fashion.  Each wrist was then secured to a ring an each side of the headboard.  Now I was unable to move my hands.  When I pulled on one the other would become secured closer to the wooden frame.  Oh, they are linked behind the bed.  I thought. The more I move the tighter I’ll be pulled on one side or the other. Devious.

Then he looped more black rope around my thighs.  Each thigh had many loops of rope, then each was tied off around the loops at my inner thigh.  The rope would secure me but not pull on my skin. Finally he pulled each leg up by ropes through the O ring in the center of the headboard right above my head.   As I looked up I saw a network of ropes strung from the upper corners of the bed and from my thighs.  I was trapped with my knees at my breasts, my hands bound and my sex wide open to him. 

He stood over me and surveyed his work. He smiled with approval.  “I can smell your sex.  I think you like this.” Then he took out the implements he had hidden by the bed.  A crop, a feather duster, and other items I couldn’t see.  Oh, I was in for it.  He mounted the bed and settled himself between my legs.  He blew air on my pussy.

I felt his nose first.  He ran his nose over my sex and up around the clit.  Then his tongue flicked over my labia, caressed my sensitive skin.  My senses were already heightened from being tied and now his tongue lit me up. Soft fluttering caresses that set me on fire. I was whimpering and pulling on my bonds to get to him. 

He pulled back, I hoped to mount me, but he picked up a crop instead.  He smacked the top of my pussy with it.  I jumped with every strike.  I tried to calm myself and bear the impacts but I was slipping away from my control. The binding ropes trapped me yet set my mind to flight. 

As the stinging sensations accelerated so did my need to beg for mercy. Before I reached my limit he knelt again to lick my pussy.  I was out of my mind.  First gentle flicks of the tongue, then hard sucking, then back to gentleness.  I was moaning loudly, unable to stop myself. 

He picked up the crop again.  My sex was wide open, my thighs tied back, my toes barely touching the bed.  The sting of contact shot through my pelvis jolting me. “Daddy!”

“What baby girl? Don’t you like it?” He said with a devilish smile.  He knew I liked it. The stings were harder and deeper now.  The first round was to bring the blood to the surface. This was the main event. It seemed that crop strikes followed by the more subtle torment of licking were the order of the day.  Each round pushed me closer to climax.

His finger hovered around the entrance to my pussy.  Caressing the pouty lips on each side.  I arched forward.  Finally!  Some kind of fucking! As sexual play ramps up, I have a one track mind.  Fuck me! Put it in, fill my hole, fuck me! My pelvis pounded forward propelling towards surcease.  His finger lazily dropped down to my asshole.  No! Not there! He rubbed little circles getting it wet then he pushed it in my ass.  

“Daddy! Fuucckk….” I’m not sure if that was a request or an expletive.  Either way, he wasn’t listening. His tongue bathed my pulsating clit.  His finger kept prodding my ass.  My throbbing, aching, hungry pussy sat forgotten on the edge of the dance floor waiting with her cocktail glass dripping sweat down her dress.

“Daddy please.” Pitiful. He ignored it.  “Daddy please fuck your slut.”  His eyes rose to look at his trussed up prize then went back to his work. “Please fuck your dirty whore.” He finally took notice. 

“You want to be fucked, do you?” His voice dripped with his Cheshire smile. “Hmm.” Noncommittal though he feigned, he finally he rose.  Yes, yes, yes! 

“Yes Daddy, please!” I was gone.  I looked up to him through atmospheres of dreamy landscapes.  

“You are mine.  I own you. Do you understand?” 

“Yes Daddy. Yours.”  I was laid bare to him.  Raw and exposed. 

“You are my dirty little whore.” He was poised at my clutching hole. He thrust forward cleaving me with his meaty cock.

“Yes Daddy, god yes!” The feeling was indescribable. Shivers of pleasure covered my body.  My mind sang.  I gripped the rope that bound my wrists to the bed. I wanted to wrap myself around him but was denied.  Thrust after thrust filled my needy pussy with the cock I so desperately wanted. 

“Take it!” His face above me, his hands on me.  His intensity broke free. 

“Fuck your little slut, your whore, fuck my cunt.  Please Daddy, fuck me, fuck me.” On and on I rutted in a hypnotized frenzy.

“Take it, take my seed!” He thrust to the hilt and pumped hot come deep inside me.  I felt it spurting out between us as his cries and grunts played across the room. 

Afterwards, he untied me in sections.  I cleaned us up while still in a stupor, ropes dangling from my wrists.  I came back down sometime after that. 

Comeuppance

“Come on people, are we ready for another day of drunken debauchery at the pool?” Daddy said aloud to the room; while he and I sat on the couch ready to go.  We were waiting for the everyone else to get their suits on. 

“She’s not,” I heard Goddess say as she walked into the room. “She’ll probably just disobey orders again like yesterday.” I felt my stomach fall to my toes even as I tried to laugh at the joke she made at my expense.

Daddy’s razor sharp gaze whipped around to me as her words hung in the air. “What do you mean, she disobeyed?” He spoke to her while his eyes stayed riveted to me.

“You told her to drink up but she said, I don’t have to because Daddy’s not here right now.” Goddess’ eyes twinkled and danced with mischief as she spoke and walked off to the nearby kitchen. 

Daddy’s eyes bored into me as the smile on my face faltered.  “Is this true? Did you say that?”

I tried to keep my mood playful but I was on the edge of a very precarious cliff. There was nothing to do but jump. I looked up at him and said, “Yes, Daddy, I did.”

I don’t have to because Daddy’s not here right now? Really?” His hand moved like lightning and gripped my neck like a vise. He had me pinned to the couch, my head back, my body frozen in place…waiting for what came next. “What is that baby girl?”

“Defiance.” I said.  I had disobeyed. I had been pressed to it, by Goddess, sure, but it was my action and I had to own it. 

“Yes, defiance.” Daddy’s hand gripped my neck tighter and his face pressed close to mine. He was intimidating me with his power and his presence.  Everyone else in the room fell away.  I felt only him, I saw only him, he was the length, breadth and width of my world.

His lips hovered over mine. My breath was stuck in my throat below his granite-like grip. He hesitated a moment, his eyes held a question.  Ultimately, he said, “I like it.”  I was surprised but relieved and something else too.

“Get in the bedroom.” He released me and I fell from the couch with a faltering gait. I got up from the floor and into the bedroom.

“Strip.” I did as told quickly but my mind was still reeling.  He liked it?

He pushed me onto the bed. “Feel that?” His hand crushed mine to his hard cock.  I nodded.  He was most definitely turned on by the chain of events.

“You are mine.  I own you.” He said. “What does that make you?”

“Your slut.  Your whore.” I said as he mounted me.

“That’s right. My disobedient little whore.” He thrust deep into me, claiming me.  His hand held my neck tightly, his wrist bracing on my chest such that I had bruising there for a few days afterwards. He took me then and made it clear who owned whom and who was to be obeyed.

I fondly pressed my fingers to the sore spot on my chest for the days following.  His level of fierce dominance makes my blood hot and my pussy wet.  It sets me on fire just thinking about it now.

Hot Afternoon

Daddy and I were both just home from work and chitchatting in the kitchen. He was teasing me about seeing my ass every time I bent over while putting groceries away.

“Well, if you want to see it naked all you have to do is ask,” I teased.

“Alright then,” he said and off he went to the bedroom.  It took me a minute to realize what had happened.

“Oh, wait, did you just accept my offer?” I asked as I followed him.

“That’s what it sounded like to me unless you’re taking it back now,” he said. 

“No, no, not at all.” I wasn’t giving up an opportunity for afternoon sex, no way. I locked the door and stripped down in front of him while he got situated. Once naked, I slid up on the bed next to him with my ass in the air.  “As you wished Daddy.”

He ran his hands over my ass as we kissed and talked a little more. I didn’t know what would happen next.  He could be tired and want to relax.  “Face down, arms at your side.” He said.  Apparently, relaxing was not on his mind. I breathed through my mop of hair while I waited noticing that my breath was again a little shallow.  Apparently the partying in Vegas had its way with me just a bit.

Daddy rubbed my ass as a warning that he was there.  His hand was then replaced by the short silicon cat o’nine tails.  They were stingy and felt oh so good on my ass.  I hadn’t expected any BDSM play midweek but I was hungry for it.  I raised my ass in welcome.  I wanted more, a lot more. Daddy switched between caresses and whips of the tails on my ass and thighs.  

“Spread your legs.” I did as told.  His face pushed in and his tongue probed my ass.  It felt incredible.  If you’ve never had this done to you, get over whatever stigma you may hold against ass play and try it.  The nerve endings all bunch up at the sphincter making it a hot spot of sensation.  Daddy’s tongue flicked and fucked my little hole, driving me crazy with pleasure.

He whipped me again and then switched to his little paddle.  He struck each ass cheek twice. We couldn’t make too much noise.  But this little beast stings so much more than any other toy.  It is simply a round piece of wood with a hand strap across the back.  A devilish little toy. 

With my ass still stinging he raised my hips up and fucked my pussy with his fingers.  I was wet, I was ready.  He positioned me again and entered me with his cock.  Damn, I was so ready for a good fucking.  The more I have him, the more we play, the more I want.  This position is a challenge for us because I have long legs being a tall girl.  Daddy has shorter legs for a man who’s six feet.  So, sometimes it works sometimes not. 

After a few strokes he said, “On your back.” I flipped over and spread my legs.  He pushed my feet up and out.  I reached out to touch him. “No, hands down.” I whimpered as I tucked hands under my thighs for support.  He shoved his cock inside me and began to fuck me with my legs wide. “Clench your pussy, slut.”  I clenched my muscles around his cock and heard a satisfied grunt from him.  With my legs spread and my muscles tight this was a good workout of my pelvic muscles.  

He fucked me hard and fast.  I began to pant and sweat.  The pleasure was intense.  He changed his angle so that his cock was pushing into me straight on.  It rubbed up against the top of my canal where they say the g-spot is located.  At the same time his belly was rubbing on my clit.  I moaned and moaned and suddenly I felt a pop and there was a gush of moisture between us.  Daddy looked at me in surprise. “Did what I think just happen, happen?” He asked.  I nodded my head.  I had no idea what just happened but it was something amazing and I couldn’t speak right then. I wanted him to keep going. 

After a few more strokes he stopped and laid down on the bed next to me.  “I will still give you my seed but it will be later tonight so be ready.” He said.  We both caught our breath and talked about what happened.

He took his fingers and put his dripping pre-come on my lips.  I sucked his fingers and licked them clean. I asked him, “Would you like me to suck your cock Daddy?” I didn’t know if he’d want more since he told me we would finish later.

“Yes, I would love that baby girl.” I got on my knees between his legs and sucked his cock into my mouth.  “Do you like the way we taste together?” He asked.  I nodded yes, I did.  I licked and sucked until he was clean of our juices and hard again. Daddy startled me when he jumped up and turned over.  “Lick my ass slut.”  I shook with excitement.  I can’t describe how hot it makes me when he gives me direct orders like that.  I love knowing exactly what he wants and doing something at his beckoning that I wouldn’t normally do on my own.  I pushed my face in and licked and pushed my tongue in deep.  He moaned and I was so thrilled to give him such pleasure.

We finished the afternoon with him fucking my pussy and using his fingers in my ass.  He came hard filling me with his seed. “You’re off the hook for later,” he said. It was a perfect afternoon.

Pain Slut vs. Baby Girl

A few weeks ago Mr. D and I were having fun with his roommates. We were drinking.  We were sitting and talking and generally having a good time.  After a bit someone said, “Let’s do shots!” Oh boy, on a Sunday night this was not going to end well.  Out came the shot glasses.  Before I knew it I was drunk and ordering pizza because somewhere in my rum soaked psyche I knew we all needed something to offset the alcohol.

Being drunk for most people magnifies their normal preset behaviors and personality.  What that meant for me was I became even more enamored of Mr. D.  I was so horny for him and I made it increasingly known.  Every time I got up to refill drinks or go to the bathroom I leaned into him for kisses and to whisper my need of him in his ear.  

The tipping point, I think, was when I told him blatantly that I wanted him in my ass.  It had been a while.  We had tried recently but it hadn’t gone well so we stopped.  I was sure, in my inebriated state, that giving him my ass was the right choice.  Caution be damned!  I wanted him so bad and I wanted to give him what he craved.  I was so sure and completely committed to this that I saw no other outcome aside from the one I wanted. 

After pizza Daddy pulled me into the bedroom.  He bent me over the bed and told me he accepted my offer.  He spanked me barehanded and warmed my ass quite thoroughly.  Then his finger slid into my ass.  He worked that finger in and out once or twice then bent me over the corner of the bed.  The pain slut in me was in ecstasy.  Yes! My ass was hot from the spanking and he was going to take me the way he wanted, no questions, no checking in, just take what was his. 

Then he pushed inside me all at once.  One long swift stroke and his cock was buried balls deep in my ass.  The little girl in me reared her scared little head and cried out.  “No Daddy no!!”  I had no inhibitions left due to the alcohol, great, but I had no control either.  My duality of pain slut and baby girl were all jumbled together.  I couldn’t stop the vulnerable baby girl from whimpering even as I realized that my ass was fine.  It was really fast but I had accommodated him.  I needed to breathe and adjust to it but by the time I had that thought Daddy was pulling out. 

He laid on the bed next to me quietly.  I knew I had done wrong but couldn’t fix it.  “What’s wrong Daddy?  Are you okay?” I was nervous, I felt so bad.  I hadn’t wanted to upset him like that at all.  I realized right away that I’d fully engaged Protective Daddy and didn’t know how to fix it. 

“We’re fine baby girl, you didn’t do anything wrong.  I’m just in my head right now.”  I could see that. Engineer Daddy was dissecting the problem and figuring out what happened.  We laid there in silence.  I did my best to be quiet but what I desperately wanted was to shake him until he came back to me. “I should have stayed inside you and you probably would have been fine.”  He said. I nodded. We had come to the same conclusion but in our inebriated state it had taken us both too long to process the information.  

One thing I learned from this experience is that alcohol does not help play at all.  We know kink play when equipment is involved  must always be sober play for safety. But we were not using any tools, just ourselves. You’d think alcohol could loosen you up but with our level of play, even at its most basic, it was a liability.  

Another thing that keeps me thinking and rolling this evening around in my mind is how the lifestyle parts of my psyche work with his.  Mr. D has brought out a baby girl and a pain slut in me. Both are fairly new to my experience.  Of course they are not separate personalities but simply descriptors for the kinky aspects  of my personality. Strangely, they seem to be at odds sometimes. To be a pain slut, I need to quiet the scared little girl to some extent or else I set off Mr. D’s protectiveness and that takes over from his sadistic side.  

What a many faceted world it is we are traveling through.  I am thankful I am exploring it with him.  

Spanks

We had both our birthdays in the past two weeks. We’re nine days apart, strange but true.

I joked with Daddy that I should give him spankings on his birthday.

“No baby girl, you should get my spankings.” He said. I laughed a little, thinking he was just joking. 

“Stand up and strip off your clothes then I want you face down on the bed.” Oh boy, here it comes, I thought.

Once I was naked, I rolled onto the bed and put my arms above my head, my face in the sheets. 

“Count for me slut. You remember how?” I nodded, not looking at him.

He began.

“One Daddy. Two Daddy. Three Daddy.” We went on along this way until he reached ten. My ass was twitching from the percussive strikes of his hand on that tender, bouncy flesh. I deliberately slowed my breathing, I didn’t want to flinch and whine about it. I wanted to take all he would give.

He pushed his fingers into my pussy so that I lifted my ass for him. My pussy wasn’t wet yet but his fingers invading it took care of that. He caressed my warm ass and started again.

“Eleven Daddy. Twelve Daddy. Thirteen Daddy.” On up to twenty, then thirty. Each time he stopped he fucked my pussy with his fingers.

I don’t like the counting. He knows it keeps me ever present. I can’t slip away into subspace. This was for him. Again the caress on hot, stingy skin. Again, the strikes and the counting. “Twenty one Daddy. Twenty two Daddy.”

I thought, I’ll be done at forty seven. I was thinking of his birthday, his spankings. But as I counted through the forties he didn’t stop until we reached fifty. I jumped at two incredibly hard strikes and I’m sure I grunted but still I tried to remain quiet and take it.

“Taste slut.” He took the fingers he’d fucked me with and had me clean them with my tongue. Our eyes met while I sucked his fingers. “You like this.” I nodded as I sucked. 

He began again.

“Fifty one Daddy. Fifty two Daddy. Fifty three Daddy.” The strikes were high then low. They were hard then less so. I couldn’t judge what would come next. I was rapt. My body and mind were completely focused on his hand, his body pressed to mine, the heat between us.

After the ninetieth strike, he moved away from my side for a moment and then brought his fingers to my lips once more. 

“Taste.” I suckled his fingers again. This time I tasted him. His pre-come was all over his fingers. “You see, I like it too slut.”

“You only have four more.” I was so deeply into the spanking I couldn’t understand why four more. All I could think was…I’m taking it all. Why not go to a hundred? I will take it. 

“Count for me one more time.”

“Eighty one Daddy.” I was heavily into the sensations of the spankings. I lost track of where I was in the numbers. My mind was mush.

“Ninety one baby girl.” I heard him through the haze and followed suit. Each strike was so strong, so impactful on my already stinging ass cheeks.

“Ninety two Daddy. Ninety three Daddy. Ninety four Daddy.” He stopped and I just breathed through the hot stinging sensations.

“Do you know why ninety four slut?”

“Both our birthdays Daddy.”

“Smart girl. Yes, both our birthdays. Both our spankings.”

“How do you want to be fucked baby girl?” I couldn’t think. I was sizzling with the spankings. 

“On my side Daddy.” This is the way we have sex that is the most intense. He can play with my ass this way. 

“Kneel on the bed.” He pointed to the side of the bed. I knelt with my ass available to him. I felt him apply lube to my ass then he pushed something inside me. 

When I felt the cord against my leg, I knew it was the black butt plug that vibrates and can be pumped up. “Okay, on your side now.” I rolled over gingerly. That plug felt so big inside me. As I lay on my side he turned on the vibration.

He straddled my lower leg and pushed his hard cock inside my pussy. Oh my goodness, the stretch of the two phalluses filling me at the same time was over-the-top. I felt like I was going to be split open. I could feel the two of them rubbing together inside me. It is the most intense sexual sensation of dual penetration I’ve felt so far.

It was only a matter of minutes before Daddy came very, very hard. He told me later that the vibration on the base of his cock will trigger him pretty quickly. I was happy he came so hard. It was an incredible birthday scene.

Fire

He lights a candle and holds it close.  The light is soft and lures me.  I bask in the glow.  Once he feels me respond to his subtle little flame, he adds more fuel.  

The brightness shines a light over my soul.  He looks ever so closely and sees all of me.  He sees what I want to show, he sees what I hide.  He finds my fears and notices the barriers of my walls. 

A flame thus ignites within me. I respond in kind to his beacon.  I quake in fear that he sees me, that he knows my every secret.  But his light continues to shine bright as day even though my sins are now exposed. 

I see now that he will not turn away.  He wants my sin, he wants my hidden terrors.  He wants my dirty, rotten imperfections.  I roll like a swine in mud.  He grants me freedom to be the basest of pitiful things.

His high beam of stark honesty and vision ignites.  He takes the clay before him and carves out the pure beast within.  His talons grip me, his voracious fire consumes me.  I burn, oh how I burn in his realm.

From the fire emerges a passion that seeks its match and finds it in him.  Red and tumultuous, hot and painful it engulfs us.  The flames lick and eat and take their fill.  The eager coals smolder and deprive me of all my air.

I pant and rut.  His fire turns me on a spit.  Every basted bit is lashed by his words and his tongue.  No reason allows me succor. My thoughts, my being,  the primordial spark of me bends to him.

He fears losing control.  I can’t help him with that.  All my heart and morbid desires want him to lose himself and break me.  Each speck of glorious light I sense in him is answered with a raging wildfire.  

Heaven help me, he called me an angel.  But all I want is to grovel at his feet, to debase myself completely.  The fiber of my mind crackles in the viscous lava of my subservience to him.

Please, I beg of you, destroy all meaning.  Tear my walls and protections from me.  His voice stirs wicked desires.  His dirty words bind me to him for all eternity.  I fall deeper into the abyss gladly. 

Words

His words oh his words

They take me on a ride 

Through my darkest places

Each syllable caresses

A wave of emotion to ride

Surrounding me within him

The meanings fill me

His dark intent made clear

With loving torture

Each staccato riff cuts

Each baritone whisper soothes

My mind on the knife’s edge

I live in the notes of his play

My soul dances with his 

I am crushed and reborn

He makes me his whore

My identity his to take

Owned and set free

Word by word a new vista

An aural heaven found

Bliss wrapped in care

Evil incarnate cradles me

My psyche in his talons

Inky corridors my home

Fulfilled in his dark depths

Made whole in his realm

Please keep me here forever

Marathon Sex – Part I

Thursday was a hectic day.  My schedule was frantic until I had to drive up to Mr. D’s.  I do my best to dress for Mr. D when I’m arriving to see him.  I showered, shaved and chose lingerie he’d appreciate.  This night it was a soft grey padded bra and a pair of black lace thong panties.  I wore a very tight black dress.  It is called an envelope dress.  Both sides fold over the middle so that it has a V neck on top showing my cleavage and a V slit at the hem showing off my legs and thighs.  I haven’t worn the dress because it’s too tight but I knew Daddy would love it.  When I’m dressing for him and have no need to wear a dress for long, the choices are different.   The dress rose higher and higher on my thighs as I walked from the car to his place.  When I entered his room, he was freshly showered and had little on.  I greeted him and came over for him to see how I was dressed for him.  He loved it.

“Turn around.  Slowly.” I turned while his eyes raped me and his hands caressed the fabric and my curves in concert.  He nodded. “I like. You’ve never worn this dress for me before.”  I agreed.  “You look amazing in it.” I smiled. “Turn and bend over the chair.” I put my hands on the armrests of his big chair.  His hands stroked my ass and pushed the dress up over my hips.  “Mmm, nice.” His hands touched the lace of the black thong panties. He pulled them down and I stepped out of them.  He was sitting directly behind me on the bed while his fingers pushed deep inside my pussy.  I moaned.  It had been a long week without him.

“I want you to bend all the way over the chair.  Hands on the armrests.” I did as asked and felt him position me over his hard cock.  “Now, come down on top of me.” I realized he was trying a new position.  With him sitting on the bed and my arms on the chair, all I had to do was push back and down spearing myself on his cock.  I realized right away that this position was perfect for us.  I moved up and down riding his cock and getting used to the position.  I loved it.  I gripped the chair as I lowered myself and I pushed back up with my legs.  He thrust deeper inside of me than I expected possible in that position.  It was so hot.  An added benefit was that no weight was on my weak wrist.  He thinks through things, figures them out.  He’s a very creative Dom.

After fucking in that position he turned me around, grabbing my neck and trapping me with his dominion.  He kissed me slowly, softly, and then fiercely.  You can’t imagine, until you are in that position, what a rush it is to have someone dominate you like that.  He sets my blood to boiling.  He doesn’t cut off my air but still my breathing becomes labored.  My adrenaline rushes instantly and I feel trapped, alive, jittery, wet, and completely in his control.  At the base level, it is a showing of his physical power over me.  He could crush me.  The power is so palpable.  It is so addicting.  I want it so much.  I fantasize about him, I ache for him, I need a deeper, more intense word than ache or crave…the need for it is that strong.  I can’t go without it now. When we go too long without this type of visceral connection, my existence fades to a more dull grey palette.  He grips me, he uses his will over me and all the colors pop, all my nerve endings sizzle.  It is truly the most incredible drug.

With his hand on my neck he said, “You will strip off this dress and kneel for me properly.” He released me and I struggled to catch my breath.  As he sat in his chair, I stood before him and lifted the dress over my head.  He caressed the bra while I set the dress aside.  I removed the bra and moved to where I could kneel.  Naked, I knelt with my hands behind my back and eyes down.  But I heard no movement and looked over to him in the chair.  “You are beautiful.” He said.

“Thank you Daddy.” I whispered.  He fills me so much with emotion, words are too fragile to escape me sometimes.

“Eyes down.” I lowered my eyes and he rose to stand before me.  He put his finger under my chin and lifted my face to look up into his eyes.  I felt so vulnerable before him, as if he saw right into the most secret part of me.  My naked submission was laid bare before him. “I’m going to face fuck you slut and you’re going to take it all.”  I nodded.  He held his hand on the back of my neck and pushed me down to his cock.  I opened my mouth wide and he pushed inside.  He was so engorged.  His girth filled my mouth.  I tasted our juices on him. I got his whole length wet and then he began to fuck me.  My mouth held wide, my teeth grinding into my tongue as his cock pummeled the back of my throat.  He uttered guttural sounds as he pulled out to give me a quick breath then he was back to pounding my throat again.  I was buried under him, assaulted by his cock, held by his hands on the back of my head.  I slobbered on him, felt the wet mess at the base of his cock slap my cheeks and lips each time he thrust into me.  I moaned, my tongue hurt but I opened wider each time to take him in, to take the face fucking like a good girl. The submission of it washed over me, the giving and surrender of it filled me.  His cock tortured my mouth but the sacrifice of it incited my passion for him exponentially.  Just as suddenly as it started, it ended.  “Get up slut. Lean over the bed.”

He pushed my face down onto the comforter.  “Reach your hands around and hold your ass cheeks.” My face smashed into the bed, I reached my arms back and held my ass open for him.  His tongue and face assaulted my puckering little hole.  It was warm, wet, and provocative.  He made me squirm and writhe for him.  He stood up against me and rubbed his cock on my wet asshole.  He teased me, taunting me with the thought of him pushing into my ass without me being ready.  I never know where his mind goes. “I should fuck your ass right now.”  I gasped.  He rubbed again me more, pushing harder against my ass. “Your ass is safe, slut….for the moment.” He pushed lower and entered my pussy.  That’s what I wanted.  That’s what I needed. He fucked me good and hard, grabbing my hair roughly at the back of my neck.  His actions drive me more and more into a rushing hunger.  The more he pushes, the more I take, the more I hunger for him.

After a really intense, hard, fast bout of thrusting Daddy pulled out and leaned back.  I felt the ‘all stop’ and sat up to see what happened.  His breathing was labored.  He had the slightest hint of panic on his face. He wasn’t getting enough air.  He sat down and started rummaging for his inhaler.  He took a couple puffs and he began to breath easier. “Well, that’s a mood killer.” He said.  I was only concerned for him at that point. He gets physical activity induced asthma sometimes.  He’s been working hard at the gym and is putting on loads of muscle right now but it takes longer for your lungs to catch up.  We took a break for a few moments.  We both let our breathing return to normal.  “I’m not done with you yet.” He said.  I smiled, I knew he wasn’t.  Nothing stops this man from debauching me in abundant ways.

Write

Daddy and I are in the midst of a fire storm of lust.  Lust is ephemeral, it ebbs and flows naturally but right now it is hot and palpable between us.  We are three days into some intense connection with no signs of a slow down.

Today we ran errands and had lunch.  We just returned and while he used the bathroom, I enjoyed a little rest on the bed checking up on social media. I’m dressed for Daddy today.  I have on black tights that have a sexy cross stitch up the leg, a black body suit with a low cut V-neck and a tiny Minnie Mouse skirt of polka dots.

He told me he’d be going out to enjoy a cigar and that we’d nap afterwards in preparation for our evening.  Relaxed and easy, I thought.  Until he started feeling my ass and thighs through the leggings.  He ran his hands over the slinky material then his teeth sank into my ass.  Damn, he drives me insane with need.  He bit and moved, bit and moved, the material of the leggings doing nothing to impede him or his teeth from making contact with my tender ass.  When he bit the sensitive meridian between ass and thigh I clearly yelped.  My body and mind reacted to him in a rush.

His hands moved up my back, pushing me into the bed.  Over and over, he pushed me down.  It felt divine.  I love him manhandling me.  He grabbed my hair at the back of my head and yanked me up from the bed. “You are a Goddess.  You turn me on.  You will take this energy and write for me.  Is that clear?”

“Yes,  yes Daddy.  I will.”

“Yes, you will.” He pulled down my pants and unsnapped the body suit.  His fingers pushed into my sex.  Damn, he sends wildfire through me with his touch.  He pumped his finger into my sex and then tasted my juices on him.  “Here, you need to taste this too.” His finger plunged in me again and was then presented to my lips.  I suckled as commanded.

He pulled down his jeans, he was standing near the bed.  He took a handful of my hair and pushed me towards him.  My lips wrapped around the dripping head of his cock.  I tasted him and moaned.  I tasted us together and ached to keep sucking him. He pulled away from me then.  “I’ll be back in a hour.  Write.”