The Fort Part 2- Don't Call Me Daddy
Chapter 12- DON'T Call Me Daddy
© L 2025
Desperate to see that I'm just in the bathroom upstairs you walk up in almost silence, but half way up you already see the bathroom door is open and the light is off. Just as you reach the top step you clearly hear noise, and it's only coming from one room. You walk quietly to your office door, and see me happily watching what you can obviously guess is some kind of porn film, and see the glitter pots on your desk.
Your mind explodes, rage rips through you. How could I? Really? How the fuck could I? You feel crushed, your chest feels heavy, is this really happening? You are sure your heartbeat must be louder than the film I'm watching, as it is deafening your ears. As my hand reaches for the mouse I hear in a low hiss 'don't even... fucking... think about it', you growl. Scaring me, and catching me completely off guard I jump, knocking over the 2 glitter pots I put on your desk. One falls over sprinkling a small amount of green glitter all over your desk, the other rolls off the desk, landing on the floor where the top flies off, and spreads bright pink glitter all over your carpet.
I sit rooted to your chair, almost terrified, not moving, just staring at you, it's very clear to see your eyes burning with anger. You click your fingers and point to your feet. Despite feeling scared, my feet feeling like concrete, and my legs feeling like lead pipes I slowly slide off the chair and approach you, more scared than I have been in a very very long time. You stand still looking over me, you daren't make eye contact, you're desperately trying to calm yourself enough for now to address this situation.
After what feels like an eternity, you compose yourself just enough, and you hold your hand out and gesture for me to put my hand in yours, but you say absolutely nothing. Deciding now is not going to be a good time to hesitate, I tentatively put my hand in yours. As soon as I do you clamp down hard on it, and pull me into the corridor.
Within a millisecond, and in one swift movement, you push me roughly against the wall, and put your hand around my throat. You don't hurt me, you don't squeeze, you don't choke me, it is purely symbolic, with all the force of your dominance behind it.
'One rule', you scream at me. 'You have one rule above all others I ask you to keep and respect. Fuck, it's actually the only rule you have, that's harder for you to break it than obey it. Just stay out my office! How fucking hard is it? Seriously, do you not have enough? Or has this last week been too easy? Should I have belted you harder this morning, to remind you of your place, remind you that you obey me and my rules. I don't think my rules are overly difficult, we agreed on them together'! Your words are vicious, they cut me like a sharp knife, but your voice also cracks with emotion. I have hurt you, betrayed you, gone against you, your rules and my contract that I was so proud to sign. 'I know' I mange to squeak out, in a whisper a mouse would have trouble hearing.
Maybe you heard me, maybe you didn't, as you continue outpouring your feelings. 'Do you have any idea how much this hurts, seeing you in there. I have nothing to hide from you, but I ask for one small space. You have your bedroom, that lovely big room that has everything you asked me for in it. This is mine, and my rule is simple, never, fucking, go, in, it'. I honestly can't remember the last time I saw you this angry. Without thinking, without knowing if you have finished I say scared 'Daddy I'm sorry', desperate to fix the stupid lapse in my judgement. You pause for a split second, but don't let me go, grunting at my attempt at an apology. 'Don't fucking dare call me Daddy right now' you say not letting up, your anger raging inside you.
Yes, occasionally, a situation will present itself just like this where the title I have used is not correct for the situation. The fact I have tried to soften you by calling you Daddy only angers you further. I am not showing any real remorse, not acknowledging the severity of what I have done. 'Lidy' you bark, 'this isn't you forgetting something, back chatting, not doing something when I ask, this isn't you arguing with me'.
You pause, partly for effect, partly because you need to try and compose yourself. 'If you have the balls to break one of your most significant and core rules, have the fucking balls to address me properly, as your owner', again you pause, but this time to allow me to correct myself, but I'm too scared to say anything. Staring into my eyes, into my soul, you slap my face, not hard, a small sting, a firm admonishment, I am in trouble, BIG trouble! 'I'M... SORRY... SIR', you say after a pause, shouting, emphasising each word slowly, you rarely raise your voice to me like this, but I rarely give you reason to. Not letting me go, you stand, your face too close to mine, you breathe so heavily in anger your body is practically shaking.
'In fact right now Sir is too good for you, address me as Master until I order otherwise....Fuck up once more and I will leave you home alone the entire weekend, and you won't hear from me at all'. Tears fill my eyes, ignoring me, leaving me alone, is the worst punishment you could ever give me. The thought terrifies me, you once ignored me for 12 hours without leaving, and it took me days to recover from. Although you never told me this, you decided you would never punish me like that again. But you never imagined I would ever give you reason to even contemplate it. However, my worry right now is your order for me to call you 'Master'. It's usually at least several days if not a couple of weeks between your 'Master mode', today it's been hours. I can't, I can't take another spanking. My ass pulsates at the thought of more strikes on it today. Why? Why did I not think though my actions, how could I have been so stupid.
'I'm sorry Master', I whisper. With that you let off my throat and pull me into your bedroom. You signal for me to get in my cage, and you slam the cage shut once I have crawled in. You don't say another word, you head out your bedroom door, slamming that shut too.