“Kneel for me by the bed. Take the vibrator and put it on your clit,” he said. I did as told.
Already I was defeated. I knew this would be fruitless. I had no delusions that I’d be able to give him an orgasm this way. My body was decidedly not ready to be turned on. Have you ever had those days? One where you knew it was going to take a lot to get your motor running?
I told myself to push those defeatist thoughts out of my mind and damned well do what Daddy wanted. I got on my knees near to the bed. He laid on the bed so our faces were close together. I was naked and put the vibrator on my clit on low speed. As Daddy talked in my ear, my body warmed to the idea. The vibration awakened my clit and it began to feel good.
All the while, Daddy talked in my ear. “You’re my good little slut, my whore and you’re going to give me what I want aren’t you?”
I cringed. I was certain my knees would give out far faster than my mind would submit and allow me an orgasm. I whimpered in agreement and kept going.
The more he talked the more my body responded. His filthy talk and the names he called me spun into a sinful cyclone of pleasure. I ached to obey. I longed for him to keep going, to debase me further.
“You’re my dirty cum whore. You will cum for me.” Damn, I wanted to so badly. My knees were shooting pain but my body was finally kicking into high gear.
I whimpered again. I was getting frustrated with myself. There seemed no passing a certain point, no thrusting myself over the edge. The pain in my knees was interfering with my progress. I looked up to him as my body slumped on the side of the bed. “Cry if you must but you will cum for me.” He turned the vibrator to high.
Damn! I swear if I had any hope of cumming in this position that would have sent me over the edge. That was fucking hot! All the times I ached for Harsh Daddy flooded into my mind…every last fantasy that he now fulfilled.
It occurred to me that my feet were now completely asleep. I cried and kept that cursed vibrator where he wanted it though. I’d be damned if I was going to let my Fantasy Dom Incarnate down after he gave me what I always craved. Fuck.
Finally, I looked up to him with tears in my eyes. I was so dejected that my body had no hope of rising above the pain to achieve the goal he demanded. “What is it, slut?” He asked.
I paused and agonized but finally said, “My knees are in pain and my feet are asleep Daddy. May I please stop?” He gave me permission.
Later he asked why on earth I didn’t call my safe word earlier, but really how could I? This is what I’ve always wanted.