Anniversary Month
In my narratives, every character is a consenting adult.
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Morning greetings
____You might recall from my earlier stories that my other half likes me referring to Him as "Daddy." We have a consensual, Dominant/submissive dynamic with Him as the Dom and me as the sub. He uses endearing names as a part of maintaining me in my submissive state and Him in His dominating state. Please don't misconstrue this with age play. We are both mature grown-ups and just use these names not for age play but as delineating the D/s hierarchy.
Daddy's birthday is March 13th. Mine is in May. Each year during Daddy's birth month, I am forbidden from climaxing. Not even when I'm by myself. To be a conscientious girl, I always ensure I'm extra obedient, understanding that obedience is my gift to Him. But on the last day of February, I beseech for as many climaxes as He's willing to allow since I realise these will be the last for a while.
Right now is March's third day. The desire to climax is galloping through me, and Daddy woke me today with His penis deep in my vagina. "Remember, Little One, this is exclusively for me. I don't want to hear you holding out for orgasms. Merely recall that I'm the controller here, and the answer will be 'no'."
"Yes, Daddy," I responded, making sure to be a silent plaything for Him.
I'm unsure if He secured those prescription blue pills I've heard of on TV or what, but it appeared as if He thrust inside me continuously for hours. I didn't believe He was ever going to ejaculate, and it was challenging for me to refrain from climaxing. Every thrust felt like it was designed to damage my cervix. The persistent and deep pounding of my vagina was literally too much to bear. I started weeping, my body craving some relief, and my tears motivated Him toward having an even thicker and harder dick to penetrate me. When He discharged into me, I drew a deep breath and sighed with relief that my escalating climax didn't emerge from me. I was a disciplined girl.
"You are my ideal toy," He said as He kissed my forehead and provided cuddle-time. The instant I started sucking my thumb (a response to intense emotions), He doled out "the look." I carefully removed my thumb from my mouth and inquired if I could suck on His penis instead, to which He agreed.
His penis was a salty, tangled mix of my pussy fluid, semen and perspiration. The more I knelt down and licked and plied with it, the more my arousal flared. I started squirming and squirming, and as He apprehended my extreme need, His penis started to harden once more within my mouth. How was He about to climax so rapidly!?!
I continued to suck on His penis, understanding that this wasn't about pleasure any longer. He caressed my hair and informed me that I was being the finest gal as He persevered in growing firmer within my mouth.
"Lie on your back, Princess," He murmured into my ear. I obliged. He detached His legs from the bed and manoeuvred my head over the edge. He knew to open my throat and commanded me to hold still. He wounded my thighs and admonished me for indulging in forbidden activities. This resulted in Him spanking my pussy. Markedly. I instantly attempted to shut my legs, only to have Him pry them open and instruct me to keep still for extra ten swats. The harder and quicker they came. I wept into His dick that wasn't ceasing to pound my throat.
Following the pussy spanking, He returned to hurting my breasts and squeezed them until I screamed into His cock. This caused Him to grin as He exacted His satisfaction from my torment. He tightened His clasp on my breasts, twisting my nipples until they reddened and inflamed, prompting me to scream out even more, their viciousness readily felt but not heard over the mocking vulgar acts He'd inflicted on my throat.
For a fleeting moment, I overlooked it was still March, and I tried to rub my clitoris to achieve a climax, because being treated like this caused me to intensely desire the climax. He wasted zero time swiftly slapping my hands away and then royally punishing my pussy. Forcefully. I immediately responded by trying to close my legs, causing Him to separate them back open and issue ten more heavy swats. Each one more overwhelming than the previous one. I sobbed into His penis, which wasn't slowing down due to my defiance.
After the pussy punishment, He went back to tormenting my breasts, and I positioned myself under my rear end to prevent myself from touching myself. This action gained me a "Good girl" but no reprieve from either of the torments this sadist had reserved for me. "I absolutely adore how your screams reverberate around my penis, Babygirl. Continue that, and you will be receiving an abundant reward really soon," He notified me before heightening His relentless manipulation of my breasts, dragging my nipples so hard that they appeared near to tearing.
As I struggled to hear His unearthly grunts above the sound of my piercing screams inside my head, the size of His dick only seemed to grow within my throat.
A handful more thrusts, and I might just be able to catch my breath again. My vagina was drenched by a mix of abuse and anticipation; I could already taste my reward.
When He finally burst, I was engulfed by His semen. He had to fight his natural impulse to deposit it past my tonsils, preferring that I savour the flavour for him–so he held off. Once he passed the point of no return, the point when it only takes a couple more thrusts to see white Jewels, He pushed to release his spray into my mouth, not down my throat. He was a careful gentleman like that. But I never forgot to wait for him to signal that I could release my cargo.
As He neared the end, He had to brace His lower body for balance, occupying me with His thighs and testicles grinding against my clitoris. I felt the plug inside of me for the first time; I could conclude what was about to happen. He carefully pulled out of my mouth. Then dumped His semen into mine.
After lying there with His member still throbbing, He displayed a sweet smile as Hey provided my throat with Jimms dripping into my spoledthroat. To my utter dismay, I had to remain silent and suck on His flesh as if it were a lollipop, in thick manlike chunks, because He wasn't ready for me to take his juices away. He held on for quite some time before speaking my command.
I swallowed His spunk and eyed at Him triumphantly. "Thank you, Daddy," I gleamed unusually proud.
He cleaned my face gently and whispered a smooth kiss. "Let's eat," I murmured, panting before making his breakfast.
We had some morning coffee while I recieved cookies in my familiar plastic cup. Daddy's unfriendly face made me doubt we were about to visit a restaurant.
He patted my head kindly and slapped my breasts sweetly. "Morning Princess," his expression was the one of a mysoginist in control of a little girl.
"Sir. I'm quite honored that you picked me to celebrate the month of your birth with you. I hope I pleasured you," this was becoming repetative .
A few short hours later, Daddy decided we'd ride on an Uber. Our driver's speculation about my appearance left Daddy amused.
The bullet in my womb had been pulsing and vibrating non-stop. But Daddy knew I'd need this moment to build his nervous system. He had supported my head, pressed a button or two, orchestrating my delight. He saw the creeping bulge in His pants and secretly dressed his own self down. This reaffirmed the fact his aim was not just torture, but setting his lover free.I should start behaving myself to earn myself a better outcome, I thought to myself.
Once I had occluded myself from the world with the ride's door, His hands roamed my chest, hitting all the pin point of female pleasure, making my vagina respond. Finally He stopped His manipulation, so I could settle into the chair. From there, I felt by The driver seat man's dirty, quick finger. I heard His propaganda to the GPS, a journey was going to happen.
A series of ten real or rumoured pulses got me very close to climaxing, before he just slowed the time rate slowly. I fidgeted as I stabbed against the seat and grabbed my daddy's sweaty thighs. I breathed with a great difficulty, antisipating a pleasurable event of being controlled.
"Daddy?" The smell of condensation emited from His leg scared me.
"I'll fuck your tongue in the car and force you to keep me there until I find it convenient to burst, little princess. Bargaining to cum is off the table. You have to wait until April."
"'Sit on my lap,' he suggested. He then cautiously took out my anal plug, unzipped his pants, and put his solid member inside my rear end more rapidly than my anus could shut after the plug was extracted. The agony was extreme, given that there wasn't much space for him in there with a bullet vibrator already in my twat. 'Shhh,' he whispered in my ear, knowing I had to be silent and act "ordinary" like there wasn't a penis pushing into my backside and a vibrator inside my twat threatening to make me erupt in climax.
He held my hips and began pounding me on his lap as if he did not mind if the Uber driver knew what we were doing in the back. 'I only need a minute,' he whispered in my ear, 'and then my penis will be replaced with that plug again, keeping my jizz inside you until we reach home.' I was grateful he upheld his promise because the discomfort was making it very difficult to refrain from sobbing (only my tears make Daddy's dick harder), and the vibrator was making it difficult to stop from ejaculating.
Following his climax in my rear end, he replaced me with steel and then mercifully turned off the vibrator.
'Daddy, am I allowed to beg you not to switch the vibrator back on?,' I pleaded.
'Silly,' he chuckled. 'Now get that lovely rump out of this vehicle so we can go dine.'
In The Restaurant
Whenever Daddy takes me out to eat, he always orders for me, so while he examines the menu, I look around the dining establishment at the various individuals. I like imagining their histories and speculating if anyone could ever guess ours.
Upon Daddy selecting his order, he inserted his hand between my thighs. I gazed up at him with pleading eyes. I desperately needed to climax, and I knew that would ruin my appreciation for Him, so I was primarily begging Him to not edge me. I knew better than that. He loves edging me. That is likely the objective of how we celebrate His birthday every year. It is a month of witnessing my suffering as my need for Him to make me climax intensifies.
'Ouch!' I cried out as he pinched my clitoris. 'That's one,' he warned me for my outburst. If I earned three, I knew I would receive a whipping when we arrived home. He pinched again. More forcefully this time. 'Good girl,' he praised me as I attempted to keep my responses in check. Despite indulging in my torment so much, you would believe he would derive pleasure from my responses, but he derives greater pleasure in watching me suppress them.
When our food arrived, I thanked the server for the plate of food placed before me, and I smiled with enthusiasm that Daddy ordered me bear-shaped waffles with strawberries and cream on them. He smiled back as I enthusiastically tuck into my delectable breakfast. And that's when I felt it. He reactivated the vibrator. I looked at him questioningly. 'I told you, if you are a good girl, I will go easy on you, but someone is eating her waffles with her mouth open. So now you must finish that entire plate of waffles with your pussy on vibrate.'
I was doomed! I couldn't manage that! Nevertheless, I decided to allow Birthday Month to prevail. It was challenging. So challenging.
As I swallowed the final forkful of my waffles, I looked at Daddy and extended my mouth, displaying that I had finished. He turned off the vibrator and congratulated me for being a good girl. I rolled my eyes since I felt it was futile, but then I quickly composed myself and thanked him, realizing it was too late. 'That's two.'
Oh no! I desperately didn't want to receive a third strike! I requested permission to use the restroom, but he declined, stating that we would be departing soon, and I could endure. He did not trust that I wouldn't attempt to remove the bullet while in there. I exhaled audibly, and that's when I heard, 'That's three.'
I tried not to cry. I really did, but I couldn't stop it. Tiny tears escaped down my face while ensuring I didn't draw attention. He wiped away my tears and licked them from his fingers. My tears always seemed to arouse Him.
Daddy paid the bill and asked for a car to take us back home.
I attempted to apologize to him in the car, but he informed me that we would discuss it at home. He wiped away my tears again and cuddled me close throughout the car journey, and fortunately, he ceased the vibrations.
When we returned home, he told me, "You understand what the 'three strikes' rule means," and gestured upward.
I knew precisely what that entailed.
"May I first use the bathroom, Father? I desperately need to relieve myself."
He didn't even give my plea a second thought; instead, he continued to indicate the direction of the upstairs area.
I ascended the staircase, undressing myself completely, except for my ponytails, bullet, and anal plug. I moved across the room and secured each ankle into the spreader bar affixed to the bottom of the table. Next, I leaned across the chilly steel and secured my hands into the cuffs suspended from a chain on the opposite side. After that, I waited, my back resting on the table's cold surface, as though suspended between life and death.
After a brief pause, my father entered the room. "Why are we here?" he inquired, approaching a drawer where he kept the nipple clamps.
"I cried out in the restaurant," I said.
"And? Continue." He clamped one down on my left nipple forcefully.
"I rolled my eyes at you." I gasped.
"That alone should have been sufficient to meet the three-strikes criterion, yet hold on..." He attached a second clamp to my right nipple.
"I sighed when I wasn't given what I desired."
"Indeed, you did. We had believed that lesson had been thoroughly learned, but evidently not."
"I'm sorry, Daddy," I sobbed. A pang of guilt worsened the pain in my chest, making my plea seem insufficient.
"I comprehend your remorse, but you are still being subjected to a punishment to assist you in recognizing the gravity of your offenses and ensuring that they are not repeated in the future. Do you have any parting words before I insert your gag?"
I shook my head, unable to even form words due to my shame.
He then plunged something soft—perhaps panties from a previous incident, or maybe a sock—into my mouth and secured it firmly in place. He yanked on the nipple clamps to ensure the gag would not come loose.
"These are meant to be punishment spanks, not play spanks," he said, tugging off his belt.
He was not joking in the slightest. He began spanking me forcefully, leaving red marks on my buttocks instantly. Although I was unable to speak due to the gag, I mentally prepared myself to count each strike. After administering 50 spanks with his belt, he substituted it for a paddle. My bottom only received 10 of these, but they left intense bruises.
Then he utilized the cane, delivering 20 strikes each to my buttocks and each thigh. Even despite being bound to the table, I could not lower my knees or bend in any way; all I could do was endure the agony and whimper through the gag. I was well-prepared for this, as I had been punished for similar offenses in the past.
He decided to assault me more brutally than before. "Let's see the price you pay for your gestures," he said as he retrieved the whip. He struck me on my back, arms, and breasts, all of which were already reddened from prior actions. My breasts were still sore from this morning's activities.
To top it all off, he removed the bullet and anal plug and proceeded to administer 30 lashes each to my breasts, pussy, and anus with a riding crop. Throughout this pain, I was worried that I might pass out.
Once he had completed his beating with the whip, he stowed away his devices, then crashed deep into my anus, causing me to cry out in both physical and emotional agony. In spite of my sobs, I could not pee, as I was so tightly secured.
"And now, this will help you recollect," he said as he pushed his penis inside my tortured anus without any lube. As hard as he could, he fucked me for half an hour before finally cumming within.
At this point, I could not resist my need to urinate. My bladder suddenly released, bathing his balls and the floor in my warm liquid. This was an exceptionally humiliating event, even beyond the torture I had endured prior.
I was a crying wreck, mortified about having urinated on my father but also exceptionally relieved that my punishment was finished and my transgressions would be absolved. What the punishment achieved is a feeling of forgiveness, letting go of any lingering anger or grievances.
Daddy cleaned off my pee from me, took off my ankle restraints, and then approached the front of the table to unfasten my gag and restraints. I quickly fell into his embrace, and he escorted me to the bedroom. He placed arnica gel on my marks and kissed my forehead, saying how proud he was of me for taking such a beating. We cuddled on the bed for a while, and I eventually dozed off in his arms.
I awoke to Daddy's penis inside me, with me being so close to reaching climax. "Welcome back, my dear. Remember, no climaxing," he whispered.
This March is going to be such a lengthy month!
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- My Close Friend, a Female, Fondled Me
- A Stepmother's Varied Testimony: Volume 3
- Listening to Their Groans: The Complete Narrative
- Slim, Youthful, and Well-Endowed in Part 2
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