Satisfying Father's Desires
We're in my husband's playroom, which is different from mine. Mine is full of pink, softness, and toys like dolls, coloring books, and crayons. His is much darker and not soft, containing items like whips, bondage racks, and things he enjoys whacking my flesh with to give it pretty colors.
When we're in his playroom, I know I'm his favorite toy. I do as he says, just like my toys do for me, and he has a great time making my skin look beautiful and my body tremble in a submissive, horny state for him.
This time, he's focusing on my tiny breasts. My hands are tied behind my back, and I've been instructed to keep my chest out, shoulders back, and not lean forward or down. Once I didn't obey this instruction, and when he was about to hit me, he was about to hit me in the face instead. He warned me if I ever do that again, he'd tie my head up too! So I'm doing my best to keep my head up and shoulders back like a good girl.
"You're such a beautiful princess. I'm going to mark your skin with beautiful colors to make you even more beautiful. Stand still and let me have my fun," Daddy said with so much hunger in his eyes.
I know how much he needs this.
He knows how much I need it, too.
He loosens the ribbons holding up my tank top and pulls it down to my waist, exposing my small breasts for him. He touches them softly at first and then starts touching, gripping, and swatting them, making them bounce a little to warm them up. Then he starts slapping them. He slaps them in different directions, not following a pattern I can predict. My bondage helps me to not flinch too much, but he enjoys watching my face to see if I can sense the next slap coming. He starts slapping them harder. It hurts a lot, but it also feels good, and being his toy is one of my favorite things to be. I also know he would never break his toy and I'm safe. And I'm about to have the most attractive bruises when he's done with me. My pussy is already wet with anticipation.
He must really need this more than usual, because he's still hitting me after much more time than I'm used to. I'm trying to maintain eye contact with him in moments he's not staring at my reddening and bruising breasts. He starts to pinch my nipples really hard, and I can't help but react by dancing my feet to move out the pain. He smirks and pinches harder, and then starts kissing my mouth to absorb my moans. He puts his tongue in my mouth while pinching even harder on my nipples, and I'm trying to kiss him back but am probably just moaning more than kissing.
"I might need to gag you for this next part, little one," he mentioned. "Or do you think you can handle the whip without making a bunch of noise?"
"I'll be a big girl, daddy," I promise.
"Excellent," he beamed with pride as he grabbed the whip and started paying close attention to my already-stinging nipples. I wince with pain at each smack of the whip, but I'm careful not to cry out. He's really enjoying himself, and that's making me enjoy this as well. Sometimes when he hits my nipples with the whip, it sends shockwaves that reach my pussy and I feel like if he keeps it up, I could actually cum from this even though it hurts so much.
Just like he could read my mind, he uses the whip for five hard strikes on my pussy.
"owwwie, daddy!"
"Shh, sweetheart. Daddy is having his fun."
Next, he grabs his belt and uses it on my breasts for a while. Then he unties my hands and turns me around so he can use his belt on my ass and thighs. I knew he wouldn't be able to resist this, even though he said today would be breast day. But it's not long before he switches, pushing me into a bent position over a stool (a position I know I'm to hold) and spreading my feet apart with his feet.
"It's time for your reward, princess. Are you ready?"
"Yes, daddy! Please!," I cry.
"That's my good girl. I want you to have three orgasms before mine. Do you understand?"
"OMG! Yes, please, daddy! Thank you, daddy!"
He grabs onto my hips and thrusts his cock deep into my pussy.
"You've been waiting for this, my wet little slut monster," he boasts.
"I really have, daddy," I moan, as my first orgasm starts to build.
He persistently thrusts his cock into me at a fast rate, leading my body to tremble and experience an orgasm.
"One," he says.
I expected him to change his pace or focus on a different hole, but he maintains the same speed and pressure, making it impossible for me to recuperate from my first orgasm before experiencing another one.
"Two," he says.
Again, he keeps his rhythm steady. However, just as I feel the impending signs of my third orgasm, he concludes, "I warned you three times before me, so you better come now. I'll be coming in about ten seconds, sweetheart."
I instantaneously erupt in orgasm. And as soon as my climax subsides, he releases his semen into me, emitting blissful Daddy groans as he forces my hips tightly against his pelvis, causing me to believe we'll merge into one person.
"Great job, darling," he pants.
After we recover from our orgasms and indulge in some cuddling and sweet kisses, we tidy up and venture to the kitchen for dinner.
We share a sumptuous meal and then, Daddy, who must return to work, mentions, "Wanda can't babysit you tonight, so you'll need to adhere to the rules and be in bed by 9pm, as if one of us were there to tuck you in. Do you believe you can manage that?"
I reassure Him I can. Despite being disheartened by the prospect of going to bed without any of them to read me a bedtime story or tuck me in, I want to please Daddy and act like an older child. Plus, I'm a little relieved I won't have to "thank" Wanda for leaving her semen on my face. When Wanda tucks me into bed, I frequently need to "repay" her with oral sex, and sometimes she doesn't allow me to wash my face afterward, as she takes pleasure in seeing me wear her cum.
"Now, visit my cock before Daddy has to go to work," he suggests.
I eagerly look forward to enjoying His cock before He leaves, and he allows me to savor His semen on my tongue before I'm allowed to swallow it.
After He drives off to work, I perform my bedtime routine. I ponder what His nightly routine entails, wondering if he missed anything crucial, such as locking all the doors or turning off the lights. But then I remember - Daddy has numerous apps on his phone that control the doors, lights, and various other devices. He even has control over my trusty gadget. I realize just how safe and secure I am when he's not around - even when he's not physically present.
Once I've cleansed my face and brushed my teeth and slipped into my sleep shirt (without underwear - not permitted in bed), I contemplate sneaking a cartoon and staying up an extra minute or two. I imagine tricking him in retaliation for leaving me alone this entire night and going to do something that isn't with me. But then I decide to be a good girl and follow the rules and crawl into bed on time to read myself a bedtime story.
I picked SIX of my favorite tales! Usually, I get to hear only one. Occasionally, if Daddy inflicted many bruises on me that day, I'll be allowed two. I recall examining my breasts again. They're stunning. They're tender and sore, yet visually appealing. I snap a photo of them on my phone and send it to Daddy, eliciting a response.
"Daddy, your breasts are exquisite. I enjoyed playing with them in the playroom earlier. I might perform such an act with them again tomorrow while they're so tender and open to discoloration," he teases. "Remember, my dear, I'll be turning off the lights at exactly 9:00 p.m. If you don't want to be stumbling around in the darkness, I suggest you enter your bed at the time. It's now 8:53."
"Yes, Daddy!" I screech. "Goodnight!"
"Au revoir, my little doll."
I saunter into bed with my six books and begin reading. I become so immersed in the story that I fall asleep just as the lights automatically shut off at the designated time.
I am slumbering deeply when I feel fingers embracing my butt cheeks, drawing me back, and applying lube to my tightest hole. Panic overwhelms me - did my Daddy return to sneak in without me noticing? However, upon closer inspection, I realize it's 3:19am based on the glowing display on the clock. "Daddy?" I inquire.
"Shh... I need you to be a well-behaved girl and please Daddy. Do you want to make your Daddy elated, darling?"
"Yes, dear," I say as I struggle to accommodate his forceful cock that's violently thrusting in and out of my anus.
"Good job, little one. Now, be a sweet girl and lift your hips for Daddy," he commands. "I'm on the verge of immense pleasure."
"Dearie, it's painful," I whine.
"I know, baby. You're a big girl now, so you'll take it," he growls.
Struggling to be mature, I try to comply. My daddy thrusts into me constantly at night, but this time is unique. His haste is palpable. With keen interest, I speculate on the cause of his extreme need for my butt. Perhaps it's due to my recently shared photo of my bruised boobie?
"Daddy, I'm in pain. Let's stop for a while." I beg.
"No, my girl. I'll cease when I'm ready. For now, be brave and endure it," he insists as he alters his grip from my hips to my sore breasts and pulls me onto him, pushing harder.
"As you command, Daddy," I moan.
"That's my brave girl. You're doing a great job of making your daddy extremely content."
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