“Just…. Therrrrre.”
“Unngh!” It was all I could muster as the fat glass plug settled into my ass. I’d never felt anything like it before.
“Just one more little bit. To make sure it doesn’t come out by accident.”
“W-why does it…unnhh.. need to be-”
“Don’t you worry about that, love. Just stay right there and the doctor will be in to f- to see you in just a minute.”
Breaking her will
Cherry always liked to push me, it’s what kept me interested in her.
I had told her to wear the red panties I liked so much tonight, but once I’d undressed her I was irritated to find her usual black boy shorts, a regular which she knew I found rather unsexy.
Usually I’d give her a spanking or I’d deny her orgasm for a while, but this time I would really leave an imprint. If she wanted to act out she would suffer the consequences.
I tied her up with the boyshorts still on and then proceed to cut them away. This riled her up to no end, but there was nothing she could do. She cursed and thrashed but my bonds were too tight and a few slaps subdued her.
Next I tied the wand in place, I could tell by looking at her she was worried. I assured her she was just getting what she deserved. This exclamation did the opposite of calming her.
When I switched the wand on high I pretended to leave, but not before I told her it would not be turned off until she admitted she was wrong for testing me.
At first she scowled. Now. two hours later as I sit behind her I watch with absolute pleasure as her trembling and hoarse voice croaks out apology after desperate apology. I am sure it’s agony for her, in fact I hope it. It must be like nothing she’s ever experienced before. And I’m sure she gets little enjoyment out of the violent shuddering orgasms she still intermittently has.
But Cherry must learn. Her will is no match for mine.
Say it ain’t so
You say you’re not interested in women but when I was grinding my arse on you I could see your erect nipples through the shirt you were wearing.
You say you didn’t find me attractive but your body responded to my every touch. And when I told you I was leaving you followed like the loyal puppy you are.
You say you weren’t sure about being with me but you eagerly stripped and tried to sloppily ravage me.
You say this is all new and scary but you let me tie you up and blindfold you.
You say you don’t think you’re ready for this but the moment my tracing finger dips below your belly button your legs spread and you thrust your mound at me.
You say you’re nearing orgasm but I am no longer fingering you fast enough.
You say to let you cum but I know you don’t need to yet.
You say you’re incredibly wet but only your panties are, and I plan to flood these bed sheets by the time I’m through with you.
You say you need to cum but we have all night to show you what I can do, and my process of teasing and denying you has only begun.
“Wait. no, please.” I didn’t scream I knew it wouldn’t do any good.
“Shh. It’s ok. It’ll be just fine.” Like he was calming a child.
“But I don’t- no no nooo..”
“Yesss. Nice and easy. Fuck you’re so tight.”
God. He was so big. It felt like he was splitting me open. But his cock forced its way into me, an inch at a time. I couldn’t say anything, only whimper. When his body pushed against mine. I was full to bursting, the head of his cock pushed up hard against the end of my passage. My muscles fluttered and squeezed spastically, unable to push out the invader.
“There all the way. Perfect fit.”
“Nooo.” It was a quiet sob.
“Yes. It will start to feel better soon,” he said, sliding his shaft out dragging at my inner walls.”
“Nnnn-”
“Yes.” He pushed his way back in. His hand settled on my belly, his thumb sliding over my clit and starting to rub. “You might even cum before I do.”
I was too busy gasping even to protest.
On Daddy’s leg
(dd/lg, sweet)
“Come sit on Daddy’s knee, baby.”
He always knew when I was feeling little. Of course today it wasn’t hard to guess. I was sucking my thumb while watching a Disney.
I paused it and went to sit on Daddy’s lap. I lifted my skirt up before sitting. Daddy said it was more intimate that way. I nestled in his arm. He felt strong around me. His free hand went up to cup my boobies. That was good. That’s what they’re for. Daddy likes them a lot.
“Dumb little baby. I said sit on Daddy’s knee, not in Daddy’s lap.”
Oh.
I was confused, but he nudged me around until I was sitting the way he liked: facing him, my legs straddling his thigh. He started unbuttoning my blouse. I didn’t know what to do with my arms but I knew better than to get in Daddy’s way when he was busy, so I folded my hands behind my back.
He pushed his knee up and I gasped. I was wearing what Daddy liked best: long socks, a short skirt, the blouse he was opening, and absolutely nothing underneath. So I was sitting directly on his trousers, and the feel of the rough fabric pressing into my sensitive parts made me blush.
It made me nervous, too. He’d unbuttoned my blouse most of the way and he was rubbing my boobies with both hands, stroking and tugging at my nipples as well, the way he knew I liked. I could feel my wetness starting. “Daddy, please…”
“Please what, sweetie?”
His words were kind but I knew what he meant: use your words. Don’t make Daddy guess. Don’t hide anything from Daddy. I blushed more. “Daddy, I – I don’t want to make a mess on your trousers.”
“Then you’d better control yourself, sweetie.” He didn’t stop what he was doing. I started squirming, and that just made it worse because I was rubbing against his thigh. Then, sternly: “You know the rules, baby. Girls who make messes get spanked. Control yourself.”
I nodded and I tried, I really did. I tried to keep my hips still, I tried not to think about what his hands were doing, or what I wanted them to do. But the constant stimulation, and Daddy being all stern and my fear all mixed up, and the way I felt him between my legs every time his thigh tensed… I couldn’t help it. I kept squirming and it felt so good. I arched my back, pressing Daddy’s boobs into his hands, rocking my weight back and forth on his leg.
He grabbed my chin, fingers digging into my cheeks. “I told you to control yourself, baby. Did you hear me?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He pulled my face toward his, to look in my eyes. “Don’t move. Don’t distract Daddy while he enjoys himself.”
I nodded as best I could. He started playing with my boobies again, sometimes stroking around my chest and up to my throat and face too. He shifted position a few times, his knee pressing against my soft parts. I moaned, and he put his finger on my lips. I kissed it. He put his finger in my mouth and I sucked it eagerly, while he held the back of my head with his other hand, his fingers twisting into my hair. I loved the control he had over me that way. I sucked on him and let him hold my head and let the rest of my body go. I moved my hips and pressed myself into him, rubbing against the fabric covering his leg.
I started moving faster and I think I was lost in the pleasure because I don’t know how long it took. I felt it building up in my tummy, the tingly feeling, and I was rubbing hard now while he pressed back with his leg. His hands were wandering again, touching me everywhere, holding me and squeezing me and stroking me.
I started shuddering, it felt so good and so strong, and I loved being Daddy’s toy like this, having him enjoy me while I was all sensitive everywhere, being a frantic little girl rubbing her cunny on his leg while he was above me and in control. My breath came in gasps and I tried to go faster, though it was also starting to hurt a bit, but it was the good kind of pain, and
“Stop!”
His hands held me, powerfully, one at the back of my neck. He’d leaned forward, pulling me off balance but not letting me fall, holding me tight against him with his other hand. “Stop!”
I was panting, a bit dizzy, my eyes unfocused. But I’d stopped. Daddy’s voice always cuts through whatever I’m feeling. Daddy says stop, I stop. He watched me patiently while I collected myself. Then he made me look down. “Look what you’ve done. Look at the mess you’ve made.”
I gulped. There was a big wet spot above his knee, and long streaks from his thigh to his shin. Streaks of my juices, my slimy wetness. I’d made such a big mess of his clothes. And he’d told me not to. I flushed with shame.
“What are we doing to do about this?”
I just looked at him blankly. I didn’t know.
He smiled, indulgently. He knew what to do. Daddy always takes care of me. “Well, I guess you’re going over Daddy’s knee the other way now.”
I nodded and scrambled around, putting my tummy over his lap, flipping my skirt up for him. He rubbed my bum, preparing it for what was to come.
I still felt guilty, and I still tingled down in my tummy and between my legs, but Daddy would make it all better.
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