My Dear Father,
Instead of greeting you with a blow job, I imagine myself welcoming you at home with a mouth full of your unfinished desires. I want you to find me kneeling down, my mouth covering your pulsating length, my hands gently teasing your scrotum, my eyes closing as I prolong the joy you feel from my sucking. Once you're fully hard, I will take you in with urgency, my throat allowing you in completely, your satisfaction and pleasure ringing in my ears.
I then allow myself to stand, my chin lifted as you pull me closer, my body leaning towards you as you place your lips onto my forehead, your voice uttering the two magical words I long to hear.
Rather than smacking my ass, you clasp my jaws instead, forcing me to stare up at you with appreciation. I move towards the kitchen to prepare dinner, making sure I have your presence unconditionally, your eyes constantly looking after me. As you catch a glimpse of me with a knife, I hear you utter, "Dessert, not dinner, little girl", an expression I've heard many times before.
After a refreshing shower and your private affairs, I resume my role as your maid. Carefully moving around, I observe your behavior, making sure the kitchen is clean and safe. The short-term pain of naked bending is overcome by the overwhelming desire of wanting to make you proud.
Once the kitchen is clean, I receive your nod of approval to get ready for the week's meeting with the book club. You're engaged in something, possibly work-related, and I can't help but add a couple of extra steps to my efforts, intentionally showing that I'm abiding by your rules.
After I've worn the black skirt you've found flawed, I know I need to obtain your confirmation. I stand in front of you, pleased with my attempt, only to be notified that it's "too short" to wear without you around.
"But, Daddy..." I protest. "This is my favorite skirt. I love the sensitive touch of the material on my swollen bottom."
"Daughter," you say, realizing your prerogatives. "Those swollen cheeks are reminders of how you should behave. If I have to pick out your outfit, it might not be to your liking. Do you want to go back and find another? I already know what I'd choose for you."
Pouting, I concur, "Yes, Daddy. Thank you."
I search for an alternate choice. One that would make you happy and not feel as unsatisfying as the dull brown fabric you often force me to wear. This time, I decide to settle for a tighter skirt with a sharper texture, which causes discomfort but is pleasing to your eye. I return to the living room to ensure the fit is to the standard you require.
"There's my valued maiden," you smirk. "Now, let me fix your ponytails for you."
You pry my hair into a neat, stylish bun, and then you command me to change my position. Your fingers massage my thigh, feeling my excitement, and inquire about my attire. I confirm that I'm not wearing any underclothing. You press my nipple, increasing the pain, telling me to remain silent. You swipe your thumb from the other cheek, teasing me from behind, and tell me to bend over, so you may oversee my most intimate areas.
You lift my skirt to check on the progress of your secret weapon. I break out into a weak grin when I know you're about to replace it. As your hand removes the plug, the unsheathed sensation is uncomfortable, but I stay still as my behind is assaulted by your fingers.
Knowing what's next, I'm told to remain quiet. I nod my head, enthusiastically anticipating your return to the living room. "You have been a good girl this week, princess," you tell me, happy with your efforts. "However, we wouldn't want a repeat of last week. So, when you return, lock the door immediately upon arrival."
"I understand, Daddy."
"Repeat it."
"I will lock the door upon arriving home, Daddy."
You return, your belt and zipper being undone. I know what's about to happen, so I make sure to be ready early for any surprises.
"You've done a great job this week, darling, but there will be no relief or gratification. I want to ensure you understand that no lube is granted and no orgasm is given. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, Daddy."
I'll make sure to lock the door when I arrive home tonight, as you're about to penetrate my little ass without any lubrication.
"And what else?"
"I'm not allowed to climax."
"Good job," you smirk as you continue to stroke and press your cock against my tiniest hole, determining my destiny. "This hurts and I don't want to hear you emit any noise. If it becomes too much, you may bite the sofa cushion to muffle your cries." "Ready?"
"Yes, Sir."
With that, you ram right into my ass with one strong push. You wait a brief moment so I can gather myself. I can see stars forming as my legs struggle to keep me up, and I'm biting the sofa cushion to mask my screams.
Happy with my ability to endure the pain and your entire cock, you seize onto my hips, yank me all the way out and then barge back in again forcefully. You savagely thrash your pelvis into my flesh. This time, you relentlessly pound my ass with the speed and power reserved for times when I need a reminder to act properly.
As I continue to drive as much sofa cushion into my mouth as I can, you continue to unleash this maltreatment upon me, an experience I'll never forget. I've never felt as deep inside my digestive tract before, and I can hear your perverse enjoyment through your slamming thrusts. I'm in so much pain, but my submissive brain craves situations like this. I feel a climax approaching, but I know the repercussions if I come when told not to would be catastrophic. I try to conjure up images of mundane, boring things like eating vegetables for dinner to distract me from my building climax, but the excruciating pounding of your shaft keeps me focused on your cock and its brutal assault on my ass.
After what feels like an eternity, you finally explode deep within me. Somehow, I've managed to not achieve my own climax, but I'm still precariously close. My pussy is soaking wet.
After you take your cock out, you demand that I stay right there and remain still while you switch my anal plug for a much larger one to secure your cum inside me. "You will keep this plug and my essence stored within you throughout book club and cannot remove it until you return home again and lock the door behind you." "Is that understood?"
"Yes, Sir," I cry between sobs.
"You took that punishment quite well. I'm proud of you. If you're a good girl tonight and obey my orders, I'll give you another load to swallow."
"Thank you, Sir😘"
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