Greetings, Princess: Part 3
All characters are over 18 years old
In case you haven't read parts 1 and 2, I call my imaginary husband "Daddy" or "Sir," and he calls me things like "babygirl" or "little one" to strengthen the dynamics of our Dom/sub relationship. My mean-spirited husband enjoys making me endure humiliating tasks as told in this narrative. We're both enthusiasts, fully consenting adults in a loving DDlg relationship. In this series, I've agreed to be completely obedient to all his wishes/commands, just because he allows me cheap pleasure, so I'm basically spending the entire day earning those pleasures. This is part 3 of that story.
After the farmers' market and ice cream, Daddy takes me back home. For the drive, he lets me listen to all of my favorite songs, and he even grins when I play the Gummy Bear song repeatedly, singing it enthusiastically from my seat. It's so much fun that I almost forget how annoyed I am at him for making me sit in that silly car seat like a baby.
When we arrive in the car garage, I wait for him to unfasten my safety strap, but he simply sports a smirk on his face, a growing erection in his trousers.
"Daddy, let me out," I plead.
"Have you forgotten with whom you're speaking, little one?" he asks with a hint of caution in his tone.
I give him a defiant gaze, trying my hardest not to say anything that would result in punishment.
"Have you forgotten the deal you made with me just a few hours ago, princess?"
"I'm sorry, Daddy," I answer, attempting to suppress my dramatic expression.
"That's better," says he while unzipping his zipper. "You'll remain in that car seat like the adorable "baby" you are until I release you to enter the house and perform whatever He desires. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy," I say, trying my very best to conceal my rage. I detest that seat!
Daddy pulls his erection out of his pants and starts to stroke it in front of me. "Baby, do you want your pacifier?" he taunts.
"Oh, yes! Please, Daddy!" I beg.
But he just stands there, his penis almost within reach of my mouth. He knows I shouldn't touch anything without his agreement, so I simply stay put and submit to the torment, wishing with all my heart that he'll place his dick in my mouth.
I start kicking my legs and trying to reach, but I can't, and he simply smiles at me as I squirm uncontrollably and continue to stroke himself.
"Take off your shirt for your Daddy," he orders.
I comply, my tiny breasts exposed to the cool air, causing my nipples to harden.
"Place your hands on top of your head, and keep them there until I instruct you otherwise," he says.
I do as I'm told, and then he starts rubbing his penis on my breasts, always just out of reach of my mouth. This confounding car seat makes it impossible for me to squirm. I'm deeply frustrated, but I remember the commitment I made to him in the morning, and I want to be able to negotiate more fun times in the future.
My eyes begin to fill with tears.
"Are you crying?" Daddy cautions. "You know how Daddy's cock responds to your tears."
He continues stroking his dick near my face. So much pre-cum I can't lick from Him coats my breasts. My hands are on my head, so I can't even touch it. I shed more tears.
"Daddy," he gently says. "You may now open your mouth."
I open my mouth obligingly, expecting him to give me my pacifier, but he continues stroking his dick instead. I leave my mouth open like a greedy fish waiting for food, and eventually, he grabs his penis and plants it into my mouth.
He utilizes his hands to continue removing my tears while moving in and out of my mouth, which leaves me struggling to breathe from my nose at any given chance. I don't care though, for his warmth is now in me, where it's supposed to be.
"You're a fantastic little girl, princess," he says as he increasingly thrusts his penis in and out of me. His breathing hastens, and the sounds of his pleasure fill the garage. Finally, his seed is running down my throat and into my tummy. My tummy here. His cock inside me. Tears streaming down my face.
"Thanks, Dad," I smile when he's finished.
He plants a kiss on my forehead, tells me how great I am, and then takes me out of the car seat to lead me inside the house.
When we step inside, I inquire if I can put my top back on, but he tells me I'm silly and makes me take off my skirt too. "You can be wearing just your cute socks for now," he says.
I do as he asks and then ask if I can watch cartoons. He says I can, but he wants me to watch while bent over the ottoman, so he can mess with my butt.
As I enjoy my cartoons, and he has his way with my butt, he tells me to stay still while he goes into the kitchen. When he returns, he pushes my knees apart with his feet. "Alright, my sweet orgasm fiend, I'm going to have some sadistic fun now, cashing in on your promise this morning," he says. "You're going to take this like a good girl."
I'm not sure what's about to happen, but I'll find out soon enough.
Then, I feel something being placed in my butt. It's freezing at first. I can't figure out what it is. But then, I feel heat!
"Dad?!?"
"It's ginger, sweetheart. You'll hold this ginger in your butt while you watch cartoons, and I'll watch your reaction," he says. "I've always wanted to try this with you, and today seems like the perfect time. If you relax and don't tense up, it won't hurt as much. I want to see how your body reacts to this, as I'm considering adding it to your next spanking to punish you whenever you clench."
I'm shocked by the situation I'm in now. I focus on my cartoons but can't stop thinking about the fire in my tight hole. "Dad, it truly hurts," I wail.
"I know, sweetheart. It will burn until around the time your second cartoon finishes. Be a good girl and bear it for me. Once the burning stops, I'll take it out and not bother you with a second round. I just want to test this out, and I need your cooperation."
"Alright, Dad. But it's really painful," I repeat.
"Shh... focus on your cartoon and let Dad have a little fun," he says.
While I try to watch my cartoon, all I can think about is the fire in my little opening. Every time I try to move away from the pain, it gets worse. I start sobbing. I can't help it. Dad begins rubbing my butt cheeks to comfort me, then comes around to face me, wiping away my tears. "I'm so proud of you for taking this," he says, kissing my forehead and using his thumb to wipe away more of my tears. I know what my tears are doing to him. He hasn't said anything yet, but I know.
After around ten more minutes of this, Dad says my tears have made his cock so hard, he can't control himself. He heads back to where I am (still on the ottoman with my butt up and the ginger sticking out), shoves his dick deep inside my pussy, and pushes the ginger in harder with his thumb. Crying out, I am in pain. "Yes, baby," he says. "Keep crying for me."
His knees pin my knees wider, his dick pounds into my cervix like a jackhammer, and his thumb controls the ginger to make me cry louder. "Yes, my baby girl," he says, continuing to torture me. I know he won't approve of any of my orgasms right now, so I don't even ask. I do what I can to please him, ignoring my own pleasure, and adding to his as I sob out until he explodes inside me. "Good girl, suck a good little slut," he whispers with pleasure in his voice.
I didn't realize it until the cervical pounding stopped, but the ginger stopped burning. This session of torment is over. Dad pulls his dick out of my pussy, kisses my back, and then removes the ginger from my butt. He asks if I'm ready for lunch, like nothing out of the ordinary happened. [The end].
Read also:
- Yes, Darling
- Incident: Chapter 2
- A Never-ending Contest: Volume 1, Chapters 16-25
- Experience Life under the Guidance of Madam Inanna in Part 1
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