Good Day, Your Highness: Part 4
All characters involved are willing participants
If you haven't read parts 1-3, it's helpful to know that I refer to my fictional significant other as "Daddy" or "Sir," and he addresses me as "babygirl" or "little one" to emphasize the dominant/submissive nature of our relationship. We both enjoy participating in a sadomasochistic relationship where he dominates me with his humiliating commands. In this narrative, I have agreed to comply with every one of his desires on this particular day, because he has indulged me with multiple orgasms earlier in the day. This is part 4 of our story.
During our lunchtime, Daddy decides to have me act like an infant. I'm still naked, except for the bib he put on me. He makes himself a roast beef sandwich while he feeds me apple sauce and cauliflower puree. He derives immense pleasure from my lack of resistance to his demands, and as he feeds me, he taunts me by calling me a "good baby." I don't mind, though—the baby talk and infantile treatment actually make me feel cared for, even though it's humiliating.
"You're such a good baby," Daddy mocks.
Strangely, the degradation of my situation almost makes me feel loved. As much as I dislike the car seat, bib, and being spoon fed, I like how much it appeases him. I put on a pleasant expression and respond obediently to each of his duties, being the malleable submissive that he expects from me.
"May I have some ice cream, Daddy?" I ask, hoping to break the silence.
But he mocks me, reminding me that we had some at the farmer's market just a few hours ago. It's such a little thing, but at this point, I'm desperately trying not to rile him up, and I rebel against the frustration he's causing by keeping my calm.
Daddy then moves on to washing my face with a washcloth, before removing my bib and washing my breasts. When he starts pinching my nipples, I contort my face and maintain total stillness, drawing in deep breaths to sustain my silence. He uses his enhanced grip to exert greater pressure, clearly enjoying the thrill of my restraint.
"Time for little ones nap!" Daddy announces.
The thought of crawling on all fours to the bedroom on my knees is mortifying, but I choose my words carefully: "Yes, Daddy."
As I crawl towards our bedroom, I can sense that my bare buttocks catching the carpet are making him happy, and I wonder what's next. He observes me with an amused grin, taking pleasure in my shamelessness. Once I'm in bed, Daddy orders me to lay down on my back and spread my legs. While he examines me, I remember getting excited when he touched me earlier, so I'm hopeful that he'll let me orgasm again. However, when he starts licking my clitoris, right when I'm about to achieve climax, he stops. Frustrated, I nearly scream, but manage to remain silent, suppressing my fury just as I've planned.
"What was that, little one?" Daddy inquires. "Are you protesting?"
I decide not to engage him, instead choosing to step carefully and respond, "No, Daddy. I enjoy being your little toy."
Daddy smiles back, and then returns his tongue to my clitoris. As soon as I begin to enjoy the attention on my most sensitive area, he abruptly lets go. Annoyed, I TRY TO SUPPRESS MY FRUSTRATION and even some tears brim just as he intended. What is it about my tears that make him ecstatic?
My dad undoes his pants and takes out his stiff dick. "Want someone to fuck you before bedtime?"
I shake my head yes, crying and feeling so wet between my legs.
He plays with my pussy using his dick, back-and-forth rubbing without going inside me. It feels like this is how I'll die - denial of dick killing an adult baby. News at 11.
At last, he thrusts into me and starts fucking me. He wipes away my tears with his thumbs and licks them off. Then, he pinches my small breasts and squeezes them while still fucking me. I'm so close to cumming.
As I near orgasm, my father slaps my breasts hard. "Will this help yourbaby control herself?"
I nod yes, liking the force.
He keeps hitting my breasts while intensely pounding into me, taking me close to climax.
Suddenly, he pulls out and wanking himself, depositing his cum all over my breasts and belly. He just decorates me with his jizz, not allowing me to receive any of it in my holes. I'm shocked, close to screaming again. He knows how badly I want his cum. But I know this is a test, and I will pass. While trying to smile and thank him for making me a beautiful princess with his cum all over my body, I'm also crying as I was edge again and didn't get to experience him cumming inside me.
"Baby, don't cry. You're Daddy's good girl. So proud of you," Daddy says as he gives me forehead kisses and wipes away my tears.
"Go to sleep just like that, baby, covered in my cum, and when you wake up, we'll have more fun."
Read also:
- Yes, Darling
- Death's Angel, Part 4:
- Incident: Chapter 2
- A Never-ending Contest: Volume 1, Chapters 16-25
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