You step through the front door as you get home from work. You find me kneeling naked in my usual place with my head down and knees spread as you’ve instructed me.
You shut the door and take a step toward me. “You’re such a good girl,” you tell me. “I love seeing you like this when I get home from work.”
I don’t answer, and when you place your fingers under my chin to raise my head to look at you, you see that I’m holding your crop in my teeth the way you instructed me in your text to me this afternoon.
You smile and pet my cheeks and hair. “You’re Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you? Such a good girl. I’m going to enjoy using this on you so much.”
You take the crop out of my mouth and I finally say, “Thank you, Sir.”
You stand back to look at me by body. I’m still kneeling in front of you and you flex the crop with your hands while you decide what to do with it first. Holding it with me kneeling in front of you is already making you throbbing hard.
You stroke the side of my face again, dig your fingertips into the back of my head, and tell me, “Show me how happy you are to see me.”
I lean in and nuzzle my face into your crotch. Your cock strains against the pressure and I let my eyes drift up to your face as I very gently bite along your shaft through your pants. Your cock spasms in my mouth. It feels so good and I want to suck it so bad, but you have your rules and I’m only allowed to do what you tell me to do.
“Mmmm,” you murmur. “Good girl. You’re such a good girl. You may unbuckle my belt.”
My pussy aches from wanting you so bad. I breathed deeply into your crotch and then sit back on my heels to unbuckle your belt.
The minute I take my eyes off your face, you stroke the crop down my side. I shiver and gasp at the sudden rush of sensation. Then you flick the crop’s leather tip against my nipple and make me moan.
I shudder as you continue to flick the leather back and forth across my nipple. You are making it hard and sensitive, and in a few seconds, you have reduced me to a whimpering wreck. I can barely sit up to keep unbuckling your belt, but you don’t stop.
“I told you to show me how happy you are to see me,” you murmur even more dangerously. “You don’t want to stop, do you?”
I gulp and do my best to concentrate on what I’m doing. “No, Sir.”
You lower the crop to your side and command me, “Keep going.”
I focus on your belt, but a second later, you start running the hard shaft of the crop up and down my side, over my back, and then you tease my thighs with the leather tip. You let it fall between my legs and slowly tap it against my dripping pussy.
I moan again and finally get your belt unbuckled. “Keep going,” you say again. “Do you want to suck Daddy’s cock like a good girl?”
“Yes, Sir,” I choke.
“Ask nicely and I might let you.”
I shut my eyes trying to hold myself together. You are turning me on so much I can’t handle it. “Please…Sir……Please may I suck your cock? Please?”
“All right,” you say. “You may.”
You don’t make it easy for me to get your pants unbuttoned and unzipped. You keep running the crop shaft over my breasts, flicking the shaft against my nipples to make them hard, and also rubbing the leather tip against my pussy to turn me on.
I am groaning in agony by the time I finally slide your pants down. Your cock falls out of your shorts and I quiver all over when I run my tongue around the tip.
You sigh with pleasure. “That’s it. That’s Daddy’s good girl. You love sucking that cock, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper and drag my tongue down the shaft, around your balls, and back up the shaft. I coil my tongue around your head and bathe the end with my saliva.
You keep whispering to me how good it feels and what a good girl I am for Daddy.
I suck the tip and slowly start working my way deeper. I fall into an ecstatic trance and your breathing becomes strained and short.
“Mmm,” you gasp. “Good girl. That’s it. Suck that cock. Show me how much you love sucking it.”
I start stroking faster, but in a second, your hand appears on the side of my head. You thread your fingertips into my hair, and as I work faster, they clench into a fist.
Your breathing catches with every exhalation now. You tighten your grip and push me down on you. “Come on,” you growl. “Take that cock. Good girl.”
You gasp at every stroke. You hold my head steady with one hand and fuck my mouth harder as you built up power.
Without warning, you bring the crop down hard on my side and leave a livid slash across my hip to my ass. I yelp, but you only drive in harder as you deliver one stroke after another. “Suck it, slave!” you hiss. “That’s it. Suck it like you need it.”
I can’t suck it because you’re pushing into my mouth too hard and shoving my head all the way down. You bury your cock deep in my throat and your cum erupts as you whip me hard across the back and ass with your crop.
You roar with pleasure as your cum shoots down my throat and you give the last vicious cuts with your crop. I try to scream in pain, but you silence me by drilling all the way to the back of my throat. You stay there throbbing and pulsating while I swallow your load as fast as I can so I don’t miss a single drop.
You groan and shudder as the last waves of pleasure leave you. You give me a few more cuts on my ass and thighs, but my cries only turn you on even more.
You ease off just enough for me to suck you clean. I suck you harder now to milk every drop of your essence out of you. You sigh with satisfaction, step away from me, and continue running your crop over my nipples and flicking them as you zip yourself up.
You make me moan with every flick and caress. Then you walk around behind me and take a good look at the damage you’ve already done to my ass. “Mmmm. That is so nice. You’re such a good girl for Daddy. You make Daddy very happy.”
You come around in front of me and kiss me deeply while I swoon with pleasure. You make me so dizzy that I feel like I’m about to cum right now.
You stand up suddenly, say, “Stay there,” and walk off.
You come back a second later with the padded wrist and ankle cuffs, the ball gag, and the leash to my collar.
You push the ball into my mouth before I can say anything. You don’t want to hear me beg or plead or scream tonight. Well, maybe scream, but not like that.
You buckle the gag around my head and clip the leash to my collar. Now I know what kind of evening we’ll be having.
I stay kneeling with my head bowed while you buckle the cuffs to my wrists and ankles. I know exactly what’s coming and submit completely. I’m yours to play with however you please.
You finally stand up and take hold of the leash, “Heel, pet,” you tell me and I crawl after you on the way to our dungeon playroom.
You go through the laundry room and open the door to the basement stairs. I crawl at your heel and you hold the door for me to crawl down the stairs. You switch on the light and shut the basement door. Now no one will hear us.
At the bottom of the stairs is our full dungeon all set up. The St. Andrews cross stands in the corner, the spanking bench to one side of the room, and a large post in the center. Impact tools hang from a rack on the wall. There are several anchor points fixed to the wall, the stairs, and the floor.
You lead me to the center of the room where you give me a, “Stay,” command. I sit back on my heels to wait for you while you go hang up your crop and decide what you want to use next. You keep your back to me so I can’t see what you’re choosing.
You come back over to me without choosing anything. You stand over me, lift my chin to make me look you in the eye, stroke my cheeks and hair, and tell me I’m such a good girl and that I’m Master’s good slave.
I can only gaze at you in worship, now that I’m wearing a gag. Then you tell me to stand up.
I don’t know what to expect until you untie the pulley from the ceiling, pull down the hasp, and attach it to my wrist cuffs. You pull it up to the ceiling and retie it so I’m standing with my hands above my head. Now my whole body is exposed for your use.
You come up behind me and kick my feet apart. “Spread your legs for me like a good girl.”
I do and you anchor my ankles to the floor.
You pace around me observing me from all angles. My heart starts racing wondering what you’re going to do, now that I’m too helpless to stop you.
You walk behind me again and startle me by dragging your fingertips over the raw crop cuts on my side, back, and ass. “These are so beautiful,” you tell me. “You have no idea how hot you look like that, all stretched out and already wearing the marks of your Master’s ownership. You love that, don’t you? You love being Master’s property to use any way I want. You know you love it.”
I moan and then scream as you rake your fingertips over the painful marks. The sensation skyrockets me out of control and I start to cum just from your touch. I hear you talking to me and telling me to cum for you, but I’m cumming so hard I can’t understand. I can only understand the mind-blowing sensation of you dragging your fingers over my skin.
You hit all the sensitive spots on my stomach, back, thighs, and neck. You walk around me again and again and stop in front of my face. “Does this turn you on, baby?” you hiss in my face. “Is this what you like—being my property to use for my pleasure?”
I’m still screaming in the throes of insanity when you plunge your fingers deep in my pussy. I’m already soaking wet and I cum again when you fingerfuck me good and hard.
You have to yell to make yourself heard over my screams. My juices gush down your fingers and you plow in banging your knuckles against my sensitive pussy lips.
You grab my ass with your other hand and shove me down on your fingers. Your hand burns the crop cuts on my ass and that sends me spiraling into another blurry explosion of orgasms.
You pull away sucking my juices off your fingers and I collapse hanging from my cuffs. I can’t hold myself up anymore and my body still shudders with more orgasms that keep firing off every few seconds.
I can’t stop sobbing as the spasms race through me. I can’t handle all this sensation and our evening is only just beginning.
You walk away and I lose sight of you. I’m too overwrought to see what you’re doing. I nearly collapse again when you come back into view holding the little black whip I made for you.
You stand back with it coiled in your hand. Now I know I’m in for it, but instead, you just use the curved coil to flick my nipples again and again until I succumb to another tidal wave of orgasms.
I heave and roar out of control, and with no warning, you grab me around the waist, grip your fingertips into my striped ass, and pull me against you.
You growl in my ear as something hard and slick presses into my ass. You push a plug into my ass as you shove your cock into my pussy from in front.
I scream again as your shaft splits me in half. You drive the plug in at the same time and I start to cum on your shaft. You fuck me faster and harder pushing the plug all the way in until it sinks into place and stays there.
I try to ride your cock to get myself off even more, but you’re already pulling away. You slip your cock back inside your pants and leave me whimpering in ragged need.
I almost start crying in desperation, but you only take a step back and eye me coldly. You have your own needs to attend to first and now there’s no stopping you.
You uncoil your whip and swish it through the air a few times so I know exactly what’s coming. You let the swishes get bigger and bigger until you swipe the very tip of the whip across my breasts.
It delivers a very light, sharp stroke and I yelp in pain. I jerk away, but that would never be enough to make you stop.
You wait until I hang still and then do the same thing to the other breast. You stop looking at my reactions as your strokes get harder and heavier. You target more sensitive areas until I can’t help but scream in pain. I jerk against the restraints, but that only excites you more.
You work your way around behind me and start on my back, shoulders, ass, and thighs. I resign myself to another long, excruciating night, but just when I expect the whipping to get really bad, you come up behind me, put your arms around me, and murmur in my ear. “You’re doing so well. Daddy’s proud of you.”
My heart soars and then, miraculously, you slide your hand down to my pussy and finger my clit in tiny little circles.
I explode in more screaming orgasms, and before I know what’s happening, your cock slides into my pussy from behind. You push me over from the waist so the rope stretches my arms above my head. You push down on my shoulders to arch my back and you plunge all the way in.
Your cock excites the plug in my ass and I can’t stop cumming as you fuck me harder and faster. You grab my hair and yank my head back. My ass arches into your thrusts and I feel the pressure of your thumps against the plug. It feels like you’re fucking my pussy and ass at the same time.
I cum hard, but you don’t cum. You fuck me for a while and then pull back to leave me moaning for more. I don’t want to believe it when you zip up again and uncoil your whip to finish the job.
You make a crisscross pattern on my back, ass, and thighs before coming back to the front. You stand there watching me sob and moan. You don’t seem in too big a hurry to finish. You’re enjoying yourself too much.
You tease me by trailing the leather coils over the different parts of my body that you’ve just finished marking with all your stripes. Now you know for certain that I’m yours and you can do whatever you wish with me—as if you didn’t already know.
You smile at me in satisfaction, but I can’t stop moaning, half in pain and half in the ongoing explosions that keep going off inside me and on every part of my body. Just being in my own skin makes me cum out of control.
I shudder to think what you’re going to do. I hardly dare to believe it when you wipe down your whip, hang it up, and untie the rope from the wall. You let my arms sink and I collapse whimpering and sobbing onto the floor.
You unclip my ankle cuffs from the anchor bolts, but you don’t take off the cuffs or the leash. You put everything away, walk back over to me, and stand over while I crawl to your heel. I cling to your leg in desperate need. I need to be your slave now. I never want to be anywhere but right here at your heel.
You rub your fingertips into my hair for a minute and then pick up the leash with one hand. You use your other hand to unbuckle the ball gag and I moan when you take it out.
You turn around and cup my head in both hands to make me look up at you. Your eyes burn with a special kind intensity that you only get when I’m kneeling before you.
“You’re Master’s good slave,” you murmur before giving me a long, deep kiss. “You serve your Master so well. You’re Master’s prize.”
“Master…..” I whimper, but you don’t let me say anything else.
You take the leash, lead me back upstairs, turn the light off, and shut the basement door before leading me to our bedroom.
You tell me to lie down on the bed and I start moaning again when you rub aloe vera gel all over the cuts and whip marks you’ve made on my skin. You wrap me in a clean sheet to protect the bed and pull down the covers to put me inside.
You undress and crawl in next to me, take me in your arms, and I curl up against you for shelter. You hold me and kiss my hair while you rub my back. Every touch makes me twitch and spasm as the elevated energy works its way out of me, but you don’t stop touching me. Even being near you like this makes me cum spontaneously.
I bury my face in your chest and shudder as all the overwhelming sensations consume me. You always have this effect on me and there’s no stopping it.
We stay like that for a long time until we both get too exhausted to stay awake anymore. You reach over to the nightstand and flick off the lamp. You kiss me deeply in the dark, whisper to me that you love me, and we both drift off to sleep.
