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It’s cold outside, I know this because my breath is a frosty cloud inside the tent as I open my eyes to see the pink and orange of dawn glowing just enough to disturb my sleep. You’re curled up like a sleeping bear, head under the blankets and pillows, shivering. I slip my sweats and hoodie on while I’m still under the blankets and I see you’ve slept with your clothes on because you were cold. I smile, shaking my head as I crawl out from under the blankets toward the zipper. This is when I notice the frost on the seams and zipper teeth. I grin, because I’m already toasty warm with my hat and fingerless gloves. I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time and I finally talked you into it.

I set up the wood and kindling under the grill tripod, trying to be quiet as I can, but I know you’re going to smell the coffee and bacon before too long. I giggle a little, because I know you were wanting to do all this to prove something about being an outdoorsman type of guy. I know you wanted me to relax, that was the point of this trip according to you. I am supposed to be relaxing with a book while laying on a hammock in the trees, but I’m not much of a hammock kind of girl. I enjoy this kind of thing and I can tell you’re not enjoying the cold. Therefore, in my logic, waking up to prepare breakfast and make hot coffee will be like heaven when you wake up.

I’m well into my third steaming cup of coffee that I’ve sweetened with hot coco mix before I start to make the bacon. I have been reading off and on, enjoying the warmth of the wool blanket that I packed in the Jeep. I am sure we’re going to need it tonight if it gets any colder, but I’m going to broach the subject of maybe getting a room for the rest of the week or heading further south to a more temperate climate. The sun is now above the horizon, but you wouldn’t know it because the air is still frigid and I know it won’t start to get much warmer until noon just by looking at the sky. You promised me a week of this, but that was before the forecast had changed. All the teasing you did about the cold weather preparation I did suddenly doesn’t seem so silly now.

I start more hot water and hear the bacon begin to sizzle the moment it touches the cast iron pan. I’ve already anticipated just using the residual pan heat to cook the eggs in the bacon grease. I don’t think you realized what a Girl Scout I am until I see you finally fight with the tent zipper and crawl out. I’m already pouring a cup of coffee and start to get up to bring it over to you and you wave me off. I’m sipping my coco-coffee blend and smile while I wait for you to sit next to me on the log.

“Good morning Daddy.”

You grumble something unintelligible at first until the aroma of the coffee kicks in. I try not to laugh while you sip at it appreciatively and eye me suspiciously as if I’ve worked voodoo and magic simultaneously. I see the bacon isn’t over cooked per se, but definitely it’s done. I pour the eggs onto the pan and begin the rapid stirring. You’re equally suspicious of the toast that I hand over to you.

“Baby,” you start to say and I can see you’re looking for my dirty dishes. “Have you eaten yet?”

I smile,

“I waited for you to get up.”

You pull me closer, resting your head on top of my mine before you kiss my cheek affectionately. I return the gesture and smile up at you innocently while I put the blanket around your shoulders. You almost start purring feeling the warmth build up. I put my knit hat on your head, pulling it down to cover your ears and then wander off to the tent that you’ve left open. I take out my other hat and come out smiling while I see you’ve already dug into the bacon and eggs.

“What did I do to deserve this?”

I giggle and you’re smiling.

“Why are you laughing?”

I sit down with my plate and I look up at you, my hat is pink and you’re wearing it stride.

“Pink goes with your eyes Daddy. It brings out the that pretty hazel in them.”

I cannot stop giggling and I’m trying not to bubble over with laughter because you’re starting to get that glint in your eyes that tells me you’re in a mood to play with your demons. I watch your gaze grow hungry for more than the breakfast fanfare that I prepared. I’ve shoved the last morsel into my mouth and continue to smile in your direction. I watch as you take a step toward me and I set my plate aside.

“What are you doing,” I ask sweetly.

“You’ll see.”

I slowly stand up, smiling as you sweep me up over your shoulders and carry me off toward the tent. My laughter is too much, punctuated by your steps trodding across the uneven ground. Between my laughter and the sound of the the fast running water, I’m just giddy.

“Me Tarzan,” I bellow as you almost drop me trying to open the tent back up with your too large fingers not really meant for tiny zipper grips on a tent door.

“You Jane,” you tell me, holding me down roughly as you don’t bother to close the door.

I gasp, feeling your hand and then fingers push down into my pants. You’re ice cold as your warm breath steams along my neck.

“Take off your shirt,” I look a question. It’s still frigid and I immediately hesitate to make sure I hear you correctly. “Now.”

I comply and immediately feel your mouth suck hard onto a nipple and your free arm curling around my head to pinch the other. I gasp again, you’re skipping all the pleasantries as I groan into your mouth.

“Do you like that little girl?”

“Yes Daddy,” I can tell you’re feeling my physical reactions and following along, changing up the rhythm of your fingers and how you slid them in and out. “I’m close.”

You stop and push your long fingers into my mouth for me to taste. I instinctively suck on them, lapping my tongue around while looking into your eyes. I’ve already gotten ideas and I can tell you know this from the look on your face, but you’ve got your own ideas as you roll me over.

I know you brought your bag of toys along. I can hear the distinct zerrrrrrrrt noise that it always makes when you open it while I am face down in the pillows with my ass up in the air. Your hands yank my pants down around my knees and then I move so you can pull them the rest of the way off. I feel the cuffs slide over my wrists and then my ankles, you attach my wrists to the ankle cuffs so I am now stuck in this trussed up position at your mercy. This is probably what I had in mind instead of a hammock, being fucked silly in the woods.

Your hands feel warmer now, I’m smiling, feeling the soft yet firm rub on my cheeks. The sting comes next, I can tell it’s the thin paddle with the holes in it. I gasp at the first strike and close my hands around my ankles to brace. I hear the music begin to play and I start to wonder if it’s on random or playing in order, either way, you like things in threes. It’s going to be three, six, or nine songs long. My ass will be purpled no matter how many songs you play. Three and I anticipate one more thud on my bottom.

I feel you press the plug inside which is beginning to feel like being figged from its cold sensation that slowly warms up inside me. I can almost imagine your hands reaching like eeny-meeny-miney-moe as you look into the bag. Your favorite thing to is use the wand, but this time, I feel the vibe fill me and I gasp. I try to arch up and away and you push me back down as you start tapping the plug.

“I’m close,” I murmur and then gasp when you turn up the vibe.

“Good.”

I realize now you’re going to be pushing my limits as I squeal when you keep going. I feel the sting of your hand spanking and I focus on that while I feel an orgasm building up. I try to muffle my squeals into the pillows and you pull my head up.

“I want to hear my little pet squeal. Got it?”

“Yes Daddy.”

I buck slightly, this one being particularly pernicious with your skilled hands. I groan and squeal after the third wave and pant,

“Daddy.”

I feel the plug work its way out and your cock pressing in slowly, taking the plug’s place. The familiar pop and slow movement sliding in a little more with each in and out. I try to relax, it’s always intense when you do this and I’m ready to beg for mercy with that vibe revving on my clit relentlessly. I keep my mouth shut feeling that you’re all the way in and I can tell you can feel that vibe working when you groan slightly into my ear.

I almost giggle because you start to shiver having taken off your clothes and I’m already warmed up from all the activity of the morning. I anticipated much more tormenting, but the cold is a bit much to take without a blanket. I begin to feel euphoric with your hand strategically squeezing at my neck and I’m about to utter the words you love to hear me say.

“May I cum Daddy?”

You’re trying to sound the part, being properly gruff when I ask for release, but the shiver in your voice is too much for me to not begin giggling. You grab the blankets and wrap us into them like a cocoon.

“Girl,” you try to maintain gruff in your voice, but I know you’re miserable.

“Yes Daddy?”

“We’re getting a hotel room.”

I shake with laughter while you try to tickle the orneriness out of me, but I can’t help it as you undo the cuffs and put my pink hat back on.

“Yes Daddy.”

I hear you get up before me, and I roll over to see your shadow arching to stretch.  You lean over to kiss my cheek and tell me to go back to sleep.  You’re an early riser, and weekends are one of the few times during the week I can sleep in and enjoy it.  It’s one of the few times I’m not up before you to make your coffee and breakfast.  The post-it I left in front of the coffee maker will tell you to press the big round button for fresh coffee because I thought to set it up the previous night.  I smile, clasping my fingers around your forearm so I can trace down to your wrist and pinky. You return the smile, and I drift back off to the sounds of you quietly puttering around the kitchen and living room. I might get another hour or two of sleep before I have to get up.

I vaguely hear you come back into the room and then feel you crawl back under the covers with me.  I giggle, feeling your cold hands go straight for my neck.  I reach back and claw my nails into your thigh after you laugh.  I wiggle my ass into you and yawn.  Your mouth nuzzles into my ear, and your hand wanders down my side like an icy reptile.  I smile, feeling your nose move along the nape of my neck into my shoulder where the skin is tightest before you dig in with your teeth to make me squeal beneath you like a quailing little rabbit caught in a snare.

I can feel the laughter building up, your teeth holding me still for a moment before the softness of your lips begins to soothe at the raised flesh.  Your hand reaches between my thighs as I spread my legs for you instinctively.  There’s a particular sound of satisfaction from you that I love to hear; it’s usually after I sigh and feel the warm tingle in my belly like a welcomed rush.

I’m not sure what kind of treat I’m in for this morning, but you disappear under the covers and drag my ass to the foot of the bed, leaving my pillow behind as the bottom sheet peels off the corners while I squeal with a loud giggle.

“Time to get up, little girl, and roll over for Daddy.”

I think to ask where the kids might be off to, but I’m immediately distracted and trusting they’re out to a friend’s house or at camp grandma for the day.  My head rocks back when you dive into my labia like you’re looking for treasures between my thighs. You know how to make that immediate moan escape my mouth before I have a chance to gather my senses.  I gasp, curling my fingers into the rumpled sheets, and I know not to bother scooting because you’ll just keep up.  Your fingers dive deep inside me and deliver me into this state of quivering across my whole body.  You pull me into your body and direct me to settle down as I squirm beneath you; your fingers haven’t stopped tormenting me the entire time.  You squeeze me tighter until I calm down underneath your grasp.

“That’s better, baby girl.”

“Daddy,” I whimper. “Daddy. Please.”

“Please what?”

You roll me over abruptly, and I catch my breath long enough to feel your hands dig into my hips and lift my ass up high.  I feel your cock slowly press inside and linger there for a moment.  The short crop stripes my cheeks, and my hands dig into the comforter.  Your cock pushes inside again a little further, and I try to relax.  My juices are dripping from the crop strikes that, you know, make me wet as you play your fingers inside my hole and hit my clit like a savage.

A moan escapes my mouth as my breath hitches, your cock moves inside a little further, and I can feel that pop that makes your fingers tremble inside me just a little faster. I lift my ass slightly higher and slowly push back, feeling your cock fill me.  Your hand winds into my hair, reminding me that you’re the one controlling this little ride.

“Did I say you could help?”

I don’t hesitate to answer,

“No, Daddy.”

The crop stripes harder, and I yelp slightly, unable to fall away. I lose track after a few minutes, your hands gripping tightly.  I’m a complete sweaty mess, hair clinging to my face from the stray strands that fell from the ponytail you’ve loosened.  

“Where should Daddy cum, baby?”

I try to answer, but I can’t stop whimpering long enough to answer while I shake and tremble.  

“Daddy asked his baby girl a question,” you tell me; the sternness snaps my mind back to answering your question.

“P-please cum inside,” I sputter.

You’re bottoming out inside my ass, and I’m ready to claw tears into the sheets while you thrust a little harder, growling like a feral beast.  Your words punctuated with each thrust,

“Daddy- isn’t- sure- he- understood- that-, little girl.”

I gasp, my mouth is sputtering, trying to form coherent words,

“They’re your holes, Daddy! Daddy gets to cum in those holes.”

I squeal, feeling the slow pulse in my ass as you collapse on top of me; you’re covered in slick sweat and panting into my ear.

“Sweet dirty little girl, Daddy loves you; you are his good little girl.”

I smile, twitching beneath you as you wrap me up into the comforter with your arms squeezing me closer.

The foot path is dark, intermittently lit by the flames of encampments as you follow her shadow and the sound of her drunken giggles. The lake reflects more fire light back as you continue to track her steps and look for a place to take her. She slows down, looking back at you, seeing your smile as she feels your hands grip her by the shoulders to turn her around; pressing her firmly against the massive tree trunk.

“Here?”

Your expression is alight with your intentions, one hand on her neck, the other pulling her head back with a fist full of hair and braids. She smiles as she looks up at you, biting her lip slightly as if she’s nervous.

“Right here, little girl. I like my attentions.”

You feel her breath, warm and quickening as she tries to remain standing, her eyes glassing a little with intoxication from a lack of oxygen before you release her neck and begin reaching to undo the frog-clasp on her cloak. Her tongue finds yours, hungrily tasting you as she moans eagerly. You pull her down behind the tree, laying her firmly atop the cloak, your free hand caressing at her nipples over her dress, they are erect from the shear excitement of the moment. People pass by, either not noticing or pretending they cannot see or hear the two of you struggling to be quiet.

She quietly moans into your mouth once you reach into her panties that are wet from anticipation all day.

“God yes,” she mumbles, trying to be quiet. “Fuuuck.”

“Oh, we will,” you tell her.

There were times when she brought water to you during the field battle, she smiled, knowing what would be coming later on. It was almost distracting whenever she touched your hand, her smile mischievous and impatient. She didn’t realize that you always knew where she was on the battle field, where to find her whenever you wanted. The two of you played it cool so as not to alert others to your intentions, but you both knew. Now, your hands are free to do what they’ve wanted to do all day.

You untie the belt around her waist, pulling the dress off quickly, the sound of glass beads against metal shells make a small noise. You wrap her hands gently at first and then pull up tightly over her head, lashing the remainder of belt around a small sapling trunk. She moans slightly, her hands unable to reach as you slowly tease her clit and bite at her nipples through her bra before you cut the straps loose. Her eyes were wide as you did this, the half-moon peeking through the clouds and reflecting as she sees you smiling down at her.

The two of you hear passersby, the sound of drums growing, another camp fire lighting up, all of it feeling distant and vague because your focus is beneath you. She’s trying desperately to be quiet, your mouth on one of her nipples, a hand teasing her sex as the bulge in your pants fights to get out. She wants to grab you, feel your skin on her finger tips, and scratch with her finger nails, but she’s right where you want her to be. She feels your cock slowly pressing inside, she’s smiling while you look down at her, eyes locked onto yours and her mouth slightly open.

“Harder,” she whispers.

You wrap your hand around her neck again, squeezing until she moans and makes you drive into her hips harder. You watch her hands pulling at the binds, still smiling and breathing harder still as you continue. She continues to moan beneath you, growing louder as she struggles to remain quiet. You watch as her eyes roll back briefly before you release your grip for a moment.

You roll her over, lifting her ass up, hands playing and squeezing for a few moment before you slap each cheek until she quietly squeals into the cloak on the ground. You finger her clit as your cock presses against her ass. You use her wetness to slowly press inside. Your hands hold her steady as she whimpers quietly, feeling that small pop as you press in and out ever so slowly. Your finger and thumb tease until you feel her relax.

“Ass up, little girl.”

You tangle your hand into her hair, pulling her head back as you slowly slide in and out, her ass is tighter than you thought it would be while she’s on her knees. You continue sliding in and out until you feel her thighs begin to quiver, the wetness growing as she gasps trying to scoot away but you keep sliding in and out and playing with her sex until she squeals trying to drive her hips back into yours.

You keep your grip in her hair, leaning forward to whisper into her ear,

“I’m not done with your ass, little girl.”

You feel her tighten even more, trying to make you cum while she quivers and moans. Your pace quickens until she squeals and tries to scoot away, feeling another orgasm wash over, you want another for her as she quietly begs. The panting and moaning is maddening as the two of you start to cum together, she’s wrecked and shaking as you roll her over.

“You’re so evil,” she whispers.

“I’m just getting started.”

You start all over again, this time, with your mouth.

The day has been long, yet rewarding with camaraderie and the joy of combat among friends. Warriors trained with their long swords and shields. The shield maidens were just as fierce as the men, their beauty combined with blood and sweat as they prepared for the coming raids. Great feasts and sacrifices to the gods would soon be had.

She notices you, the darkness of your eyes with the flecks of green glinting in the sun as the clouds pass along. You’re motivating the shield men, knocking them down one by one, sometimes two by two or more as an example to teach them. The enemy may be far more cruel, but glory is in Valhalla for those who die in battle.

You look up to notice the slave girl watching. Her soft green eyes are unblinking as she continues to observe obediently, holding your cloak of furs over one arm. She has been forbidden from all but you, as she came from one of the trader boats. The other girls around her have been teaching her what to expect and you can tell she’s trembling, even as you throw yet another warrior to the ground and roar your lessons over and over. Another week will be ripe for raids, the seer has spoken the words.

The other girls call her Iona, she does not speak. You refused to just call her thrall, despite the common use, Iona, island. The traders said she came from an island, specifically vague. An island that produced this little beauty, a creature with wild green eyes, raven hair, and full breasts that begged to be suckled. The traders ensured that she was clean and unchastised to sell to you. Iona was perfect and she belonged to you.

You lead Iona away, your warriors cheer as you walk toward the long house and bolt the door shut with a thud. Iona’s heart races, eyes darting around like birds flying in all directions. You remove the collar from her neck, the rope from her waist. Your lips gently caress the redness where the collar has chaffed the delicate curve and nap of her neck. Iona’s breath quickens and feels hot on your skin, she can’t help but feel a tingle inside her belly that moves to a place that feels unfamiliar as you bite at her ear lobe.

You look to elicit a response, but her eyes are closed as she concentrates to breathe slowly and surely, she refuses to cry, she is proud and fierce. She’s fought with you every night for two fortnights, but you’ve never raised a hand to her, only blocked her strikes and flailing. Thus, the collar, where she was made to wear it, and sleep in your chambers to watch you with Caelan, another slave girl that pleased you greatly.

Your hands tug Iona toward you, lifting her slightly as you continue to take in the smell of her skin, then roughly twisting in a handful of her braided hair pulling her head back at an angle. This brings her chest toward you which heaves. You feel Iona’s muscles tense, she feels unbalanced and unsure, knowing this will happen, she was shown what to do and how to please you. She’s watched you and Caelan, now she is not here to entertain you or fulfill your needs, only fierce little Iona. You’ve been kind to her, Iona knows this. Her soft green eyes gaze upon you, swallowing shallow as she licks at her trembling lips.

Iona feels your hands open widely, drawing across her nipples that have become involuntarily erect at your touch, but she feels the pleasure as you do it again several times. Her breath has quickened as you continue your grip in her hair, mouthing around her neck as you bring your thumb up to her lips that are still damp. Her mouth opens slightly as she suckles at it, your grip loosens on her hair, allowing her to heave forward as you lift her up, carefully controlling how she moves so that she understands you are in control, this is your domain, there is no place else to go.

Iona begins to remove your clothes, you point as she does this; what comes off next, where it should go. She does this without so much as a whimper while you caress and admire how she has been prepared for you, sewn into her dress that you’ll have to work at getting her out of in due time. Iona’s delicate hands trace the scars along your torso, scars from raids of the past, this is why you are the Jarl. Her eyes move from one scar to the next as she touches them lightly. Instinct tells her to move closer to you, it was what Caelan would have done. You move along the line of her neck, all the places you plan to elicit a desired response, but she’s distracting you unexpectedly.

Iona places her hands softly into your beard, recalling how she once managed to punch your jaw once when you let your guard down, and how she trembled in fear then. You could have been cruel, treated her like an animal, but no, you showed mercy when you could have whipped her raw, sent her to the temple as part of the sacrifices to the gods that would come. These thoughts are fleeting as she rubs gently, quietly gazing, hushing away the fluttering inside her belly.

Iona recalls how it felt when you nibbled at her neck and ear. She reaches up, no longer shaking, pulling your face into hers to get at your neck. Your pants and boots are still on and she can feel your erection like a sword stabbing her belly. You pull her hands away and lay her down onto the bed covered in furs, one hand holding hers high above her head, your mouth tearing at the threads that bind her dress. No more distractions. One breast comes loose and your mouth hungers after it until you let go of her hands and tear the cloth open to see her inviting bosom splayed with erect honey peaks.

Iona moans slightly and this pleases you, she’s feeling almost light headed from holding her breath as you move to hold her hands away again. You work your way down, licking and biting at her curves, both pleasurable and painful to her. Her breath hitches as your fingers part her pink lips to slide inside to find a very wet place to put your penis that feels like it’s going to explode. You stroke slowly, watching her face go from trepidation to smiling slightly. You stop, letting go of her hands, watching her eyes open like a demure feline.

Iona takes your hands, places them on her nipples and smiles as your mouth begins to suckle and your teeth tease playfully. You move away again, she’s forgotten what she’s supposed to do, Caelan didn’t talk about this part, feeling this way, the sensations of pleasure as your mouth parts her lips and finds her clitoris. Your fingers are soaked, feeling her vagina tighten as she writhes on the furs. You stop, not allowing her to cum just yet.

Iona is receptive as you turn her over, lifting her ass up, you admire its heart shape as you slap it a few times. It’s not to be cruel, it actually feels good to her as you put your hands around her neck and slowly fill her vagina with your penis, she gasps slightly, not expecting the sharpness. You pull her hand down onto your balls and show her how to squeeze, pushing her to reach. She contorts as bidden as you thrust a few times, you reach around and find her clitoris and stroke with your thrusts. Iona becomes distracted, she’s so full of you, clenching in orgasm as you continue to thrust from behind. You begin to spank at her bottom with your free hand and she cries out, smiling, glistening with sweat as you fall forward. You’re both heaving, smelling of blood, sex, and sweat.

Iona wriggles out from under you, looking into your green flecked eyes, watching the fire hearth reflect in their darkness. Her hands are back to tracing the scars, the sounds of the village are distant still as she reaches down to your penis. You take her hand, pulling her thumb into your mouth, rolling your tongue in strokes and nodding as she moves her head down to your penis.

Iona slowly takes it in, tentatively tasting and licking, then sucking as she begins rolling her tongue about like a serpent. Iona pushes your hips down as you instinctively thrust into her throat and she very nearly bites down. You relax as her hands grip, counter stroking and squeezing. One hand is slowly moving past your balls as you begin to swell in her mouth and her fingers find their way to your taint and wiggles around while she squeezes. Your penis explodes in her mouth as you shake at the intensity, she continues until you shove her away.

You take her hair into your hands, feeling possessed as she smiles coyly. You’re on top of her, gazing upon this creature you battled two fortnights and tamed.

“Again?”

The slave girl nods as you slowly move down with your mouth finding her treasures, speaking for the first time,

“Again.”

Your eyes are closed, I can’t tell if you’re sleeping or not, but I can tell you’re fairly still except for the sounds of your slow steady breathing.  I listen to your heart beating like a subtle bass drum and smile. I nuzzle up to your neck and trace my fingers along your ear lobe until I feel the rhythm of your breath soften as you roll over.  I can tell you’re not used to having someone in your bed, but I snuggle closer, draping my arm along your side.  The soft sigh that escapes your lips makes me smile as I slide my hand forward past your hip bone.  You’re not quite flaccid, but I easily arouse you as you slowly roll back toward me.  

Your hand finds a nipple to pinch to life and I gasp, feeling your mouth engulfing it to suck and lick until I groan.  I feel the smile forming on my sensitive skin while one hand pins my arms up and the other begins looking for ticklish places to caress and squeeze.  Your mouth finds mine and I suck your bottom lip into my mouth to gently bite on.  Our tongues meet playfully as I try to wriggle loose from your grasp.  I see you shake your head no as you straddle my body and hold me down.  It’s not long before you have my hands tied into the bed post like last night and you slip down to secure my feet in a similar way.  I try to tug loose and find you’ve figured out how to keep me in one spot.  You secure the clamps onto my nipples, trapping the sensitive flesh and licking until I’m squirming.

“You like that,” you ask me.

“Yes,” I answer immediately.              

You stop and find something else to make tingly and sensitive.  I feel the lube and then the wand with extensions slide into my ass at first and then my other hole.  This one is different though, a third piece rests over my clit as you turn it on and smile. I gasp and wriggle around trying to scoot away from the toy.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” I answer.  “Yes, Daddy.”

You change the settings on the wand, instead of constant vibration, it goes from low intensity to high with rapid jolting motions that make my legs try to pull inward and twist.  Your finger starts to flick at a nipple and I gasp while your mouth finds the other, making my flesh sing with a mixture of pleasure and pain. I feel your cock harden against my thigh as you bring it up between my breasts and attach a chain between the clamps. Your cock begins to slide up toward my mouth and I suckle awkwardly.  It isn’t long before I feel an orgasm making my muscles tremble and shake.  I moan onto your cock and you growl.

I slow down trying to recover from the orgasm that hasn’t quite stopped and I gasp when you change the setting again.  It’s just rapid firing and I struggle against the ties when you shove your cock into my mouth again.  I suck harder, trying to stay composed at the same time.  You swell into my mouth when I start shaking again, struggling and moaning.  I feel the tears in my eyes when you tug the clamps and keep cutting off my air periodically until you cum into the back of my throat.

“Please,” I gasp.  “Please.”

Your hand finds my throat and squeezes firmly.  I start to see stars, panting as you change the setting on the wand again.  I cannot discern the pattern, but my legs are shaking uncontrollably.  The room darkens and I feel the clamps come away with a snap. I cry out when you slowly begin to kiss and caress each nipple with your tongue.  I feel the wand slide away and your cock slide in.  You roll me over roughly after loosening the ties and you fuck me so hard from behind that I feel like my body is going to come apart with each thrust.  I bury my face into my pillow, muffling my moans and whimpering.  Your hand pulls the pillow away as you dig your fingers into my ass cheeks, slamming me harder into your hips and driving my face down onto the sheets.

“I want to be able hear you,” you growl.  “Got that?”

“Yes,” I squeal.  “Yes, Daddy!”

I hear the near feral growl as you cum inside me, gradually slowing down your pace.  I feel your lips on my ear, tenderly kissing and nuzzling.  Your hand pets my hair that is a tangled mess for a few moments before I hear you whisper,

“Such a good girl.”

I shiver slightly and feel the sheets come up over my dewy skin, your finger tips petting and tracing along my curves.  

“Mine,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around me. “All mine.”

I was being sassy when I ignored you, I know this all too well that it was the wrong thing to do when I recognize that your expression has changed from expectant to you’re going to purple my ass if I don’t come to you right now. Every fiber of my being says to dig in and be stubborn, you’ve never broken my stubborn streak and I can tell you’re wondering if you ever will.

“I wasn’t asking,” you tell me.

I slowly walk over to you, eyes lowered and I’m no longer smiling. I deliberately move slower still when I feel the color in my face turn hot. I knew better than to test your patience, but I did it anyway.

“Kneel.”

I kneel quickly and you take my hair gently to bring me down to all fours. You have never yanked my hair with the intention to harm. I’m looking at your shoes as you turn away to walk to the kitchen. I know better than to move because you’re going to make the punishment all the more memorable if I do. I can tell you’re watching, seeing only the shadows of your feet moving from the archway of the kitchen to your locked cabinet behind me. The lock always makes a distinct clacking sound and I cringe at the thought of that thuddy bullhide paddle that bites and stings like bees. I don’t have a clue as to what you might have taken out of there and I’m not going to look up to see either.

“Crawl here.”

You’ve sat in your chair and I make my way toward you. I do so slowly, I have no fear, just anticipation of the sting of what is to come. I’m waiting quietly, so much so that my breath sounds loud in my ears. Not only does it sound loud, my breath is erratic until I feel the warmth of your hands trace up the back of my legs and under my skirt. I gasp, feeling your fingers slide inside with ease to see how wet I am.

“Did you cum today?”

“No Sir.”

“Touch yourself?”

“Only to wash Sir.”

I hear your sigh as I wait for you to finish inspecting. I know each and every one of those too. There’s the frustrated one when your patience is wearing thin and I can see your hands become twitchy to take what is yours. There’s the sigh that that tells me you know I’m trying to be cute and you allow it because I’m not being a brat. The one I love most is the sigh that tells me you’re content and sated when you wrap your arms around me while I sleep. I know so many more, but this one has me guessing somewhat.

I clean your fingers when you present them to me. I clean them off with vigor using my mouth as you show me how glistening they are from being inside me. You’ve tilted my head back with a tug of the hair and wind your fingers in tightly and I sit back on my heels. I remove your shoes unbidden and slowly work your belt loose from the loops. I don’t look at you until you tell me to do so. I rub your feet as you like. The belt, I can see it resting over your left leg in my periphery and then you gently show me how supple it is by resting it on the tip of my nose. It smells of leather and your cologne as I become very still to hold your gaze with my own.

“Can you tell what I might be thinking right now?”

I know I have forgotten your drink that should be resting on the little end table next to your chair. I know what the answer is and slowly feel my bottom lip begin to quiver because I am acutely aware that I have disappointed you.

“I don’t think I heard you.”

I know if I try to open my mouth to speak that I’m just going to cry and that’s never a good thing. No benevolence has ever come from tears and I know I have to own up to it. You’re a big-hearted man, but in this moment, you are Sir and you are displeased with my failure to meet expectations. I was being willful and I am about to feel the tug of your leash so to speak.

“I-“

“You what?”

“With respect Sir-“

“Have you?”

“Sir?”

“Have you respected me today?”

“No Sir.”

I begin to sniffle, trying to hold back the tears, but there’s always that precipice between remaining calm, maybe even stubbornly stoic and then there’s jumping off the cliff, becoming a puddle of hysterical sobbing. That moment came and went the moment that belt rested on the tip of my nose and I had to look into your eyes as you did it. I can still feel the belt resting upon my nose despite the fact you’ve moved it back to your left knee. I’m trying not to move beyond the shudder of sobs. You lean forward, your breath hot on my ear and neck, the scent of your cologne is almost calming. The clean shave from this morning now feels like bristles of soft sandpaper as the goosebumps rise on my flesh.

“Settle baby. Go settle in your corner.”

I begin to crawl toward the corner by the window and your hand brushes the hair away from my face as I do so. I hear you get up from your chair while I am facing the corner with my knees resting on the bench. My eyes are closed and I slowly breathe in and out. My hands are folded together as if I’m praying, but they’re positioned instinctively to allow for you tie them to the closed rings atop the arm rest. I think about the things I know you love about me. I am yours. I am your clever girl. I am your good girl, I am your good girl. I am your cheeky little girl and I find myself distracted again that I have disappointed you. I don’t hear you come back into the room because I’m too busy obsessing over your disappointment.

“Stand up.”

I jump and look up to see you standing over me.

“Yes Sir,” I squeak.

Your hand comes up to my throat to press my head into the corner, your lips are just out of reach of mine and I feel a need rising inside. You know it drives me crazy when I cannot kiss you. I am completely forced against the wall by your body and I don’t flinch.

“What should your punishment be little one?”

I sniffle again and I can tell you’re trying not to smirk,

“Spanking you isn’t a punishment.”

“But you want to.”

“Cheeky little girl.”

Your sigh is not that of frustration, I discern that maybe your needs are very clear to me as I sink down to my knees without asking. My fingers reach for the button and zipper of your pants that are tight from your erection. Your boxers become a tent as I tug your pants down and look up at your eyes watching me. The almost imperceptible nod approves as I stretch to reach with my mouth and tongue. The groan that escapes your throat only encourages me to continue. I need to hear those sounds as I pull you into my mouth and slowly stroke.

“You feel so good baby.”

My hand tightens slightly, feeling the shift in your weight that pushes my head back. I move to position myself onto the little bench and run my mouth up your shaft. My teeth rake over your head slightly and your breath inhale sharply as I pull you into my mouth and suck you down hard into the back of my throat. I feel myself getting light headed after your hands tangle into my hair and pull my face into you. My eyes are watering until you release my head to catch my breath and pull me back down twice as hard. I’m about to tap out on the wall when I feel my face covered with your hot wetness dripping down. My hand instinctively wipes it into my mouth and I begin to lick my fingers.

“Good girl.”

Your disappointment alone was punishment enough as I wait for you to tell me what you want. Your hand is warm under my chin, your smile warmer still as you gesture for me to stand up.

“What am I going to do with you?”

“Tie me up and spank me?”

Your eyes narrow,

“I think you’re going to sit down and write lines. I will not sass Sir.”

“Yes Sir.”

You tug me in your chest and I feel your lips lightly kiss the top of my forehead as your hands squeeze my ass.

“And early bed time for the next week, no tv or games on your phone.”

“Yes Sir.”

I see your sweet smile and I know I am forgiven; the leash feels good.

It’s cold outside, I know this because my breath is a frosty cloud inside the tent as I open my eyes to see the pink and orange of dawn glowing just enough to disturb my sleep. You’re curled up like a sleeping bear, head under the blankets and pillows, shivering. I slip my sweats and hoodie on while I’m still under the blankets and I see you’ve slept with your clothes on because you were cold. I smile, shaking my head as I crawl out from under the blankets toward the zipper. This is when I notice the frost on the seams and zipper teeth. I grin, because I’m already toasty warm with my hat and fingerless gloves. I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time and I finally talked you into it.

I set up the wood and kindling under the grill tripod, trying to be quiet as I can, but I know you’re going to smell the coffee and bacon before too long. I giggle a little, because I know you were wanting to do all this to prove something about being an outdoorsman type of guy. I know you wanted me to relax, that was the point of this trip according to you. I am supposed to be relaxing with a book while laying on a hammock in the trees, but I’m not much of a hammock kind of girl. I enjoy this kind of thing and I can tell you’re not enjoying the cold. Therefore, in my logic, waking up to prepare breakfast and make hot coffee will be like heaven when you wake up.

I’m well into my third steaming cup of coffee that I’ve sweetened with hot coco mix before I start to make the bacon. I have been reading off and on, enjoying the warmth of the wool blanket that I packed in the Jeep. I am sure we’re going to need it tonight if it gets any colder, but I’m going to broach the subject of maybe getting a room for the rest of the week or heading further south to a more temperate climate. The sun is now above the horizon, but you wouldn’t know it because the air is still frigid and I know it won’t start to get much warmer until noon just by looking at the sky. You promised me a week of this, but that was before the forecast had changed. All the teasing you did about the cold weather preparation I did suddenly doesn’t seem so silly now.

I start more hot water and hear the bacon begin to sizzle the moment it touches the cast iron pan. I’ve already anticipated just using the residual pan heat to cook the eggs in the bacon grease. I don’t think you realized what a Girl Scout I am until I see you finally fight with the tent zipper and crawl out. I’m already pouring a cup of coffee and start to get up to bring it over to you and you wave me off. I’m sipping my coco-coffee blend and smile while I wait for you to sit next to me on the log.

“Good morning Daddy.”

You grumble something unintelligible at first until the aroma of the coffee kicks in. I try not to laugh while you sip at it appreciatively and eye me suspiciously as if I’ve worked voodoo and magic simultaneously. I see the bacon isn’t over cooked per se, but definitely it’s done. I pour the eggs onto the pan and begin the rapid stirring. You’re equally suspicious of the toast that I hand over to you.

“Baby,” you start to say and I can see you’re looking for my dirty dishes. “Have you eaten yet?”

I smile,

“I waited for you to get up.”

You pull me closer, resting your head on top of my mine before you kiss my cheek affectionately. I return the gesture and smile up at you innocently while I put the blanket around your shoulders. You almost start purring feeling the warmth build up. I put my knit hat on your head, pulling it down to cover your ears and then wander off to the tent that you’ve left open. I take out my other hat and come out smiling while I see you’ve already dug into the bacon and eggs.

“What did I do to deserve this?”

I giggle and you’re smiling.

“Why are you laughing?”

I sit down with my plate and I look up at you, my hat is pink and you’re wearing it stride.

“Pink goes with your eyes Daddy. It brings out the that pretty hazel in them.”

I cannot stop giggling and I’m trying not to bubble over with laughter because you’re starting to get that glint in your eyes that tells me you’re in a mood to play with your demons. I watch your gaze grow hungry for more than the breakfast fanfare that I prepared. I’ve shoved the last morsel into my mouth and continue to smile in your direction. I watch as you take a step toward me and I set my plate aside.

“What are you doing,” I ask sweetly.

“You’ll see.”

I slowly stand up, smiling as you sweep me up over your shoulders and carry me off toward the tent. My laughter is too much, punctuated by your steps trodding across the uneven ground. Between my laughter and the sound of the the fast running water, I’m just giddy.

“Me Tarzan,” I bellow as you almost drop me trying to open the tent back up with your too large fingers not really meant for tiny zipper grips on a tent door.

“You Jane,” you tell me, holding me down roughly as you don’t bother to close the door.

I gasp, feeling your hand and then fingers push down into my pants. You’re ice cold as your warm breath steams along my neck.

“Take off your shirt,” I look a question. It’s still frigid and I immediately hesitate to make sure I hear you correctly. “Now.”

I comply and immediately feel your mouth suck hard onto a nipple and your free arm curling around my head to pinch the other. I gasp again, you’re skipping all the pleasantries as I groan into your mouth.

“Do you like that little girl?”

“Yes Daddy,” I can tell you’re feeling my physical reactions and following along, changing up the rhythm of your fingers and how you slid them in and out. “I’m close.”

You stop and push your long fingers into my mouth for me to taste. I instinctively suck on them, lapping my tongue around while looking into your eyes. I’ve already gotten ideas and I can tell you know this from the look on your face, but you’ve got your own ideas as you roll me over.

I know you brought your bag of toys along. I can hear the distinct zerrrrrrrrt noise that it always makes when you open it while I am face down in the pillows with my ass up in the air. Your hands yank my pants down around my knees and then I move so you can pull them the rest of the way off. I feel the cuffs slide over my wrists and then my ankles, you attach my wrists to the ankle cuffs so I am now stuck in this trussed up position at your mercy. This is probably what I had in mind instead of a hammock, being fucked silly in the woods.

Your hands feel warmer now, I’m smiling, feeling the soft yet firm rub on my cheeks. The sting comes next, I can tell it’s the thin paddle with the holes in it. I gasp at the first strike and close my hands around my ankles to brace. I hear the music begin to play and I start to wonder if it’s on random or playing in order, either way, you like things in threes. It’s going to be three, six, or nine songs long. My ass will be purpled no matter how many songs you play. Three and I anticipate one more thud on my bottom.

I feel you press the plug inside which is beginning to feel like being figged from its cold sensation that slowly warms up inside me. I can almost imagine your hands reaching like eeny-meeny-miney-moe as you look into the bag. Your favorite thing to is use the wand, but this time, I feel the vibe fill me and I gasp. I try to arch up and away and you push me back down as you start tapping the plug.

“I’m close,” I murmur and then gasp when you turn up the vibe.

“Good.”

I realize now you’re going to be pushing my limits as I squeal when you keep going. I feel the sting of your hand spanking and I focus on that while I feel an orgasm building up. I try to muffle my squeals into the pillows and you pull my head up.

“I want to hear my little pet squeal. Got it?”

“Yes Daddy.”

I buck slightly, this one being particularly pernicious with your skilled hands. I groan and squeal after the third wave and pant,

“Daddy.”

I feel the plug work its way out and your cock pressing in slowly, taking the plug’s place. The familiar pop and slow movement sliding in a little more with each in and out. I try to relax, it’s always intense when you do this and I’m ready to beg for mercy with that vibe revving on my clit relentlessly. I keep my mouth shut feeling that you’re all the way in and I can tell you can feel that vibe working when you groan slightly into my ear.

I almost giggle because you start to shiver having taken off your clothes and I’m already warmed up from all the activity of the morning. I anticipated much more tormenting, but the cold is a bit much to take without a blanket. I begin to feel euphoric with your hand strategically squeezing at my neck and I’m about to utter the words you love to hear me say.

“May I cum Daddy?”

You’re trying to sound the part, being properly gruff when I ask for release, but the shiver in your voice is too much for me to not begin giggling. You grab the blankets and wrap us into them like a cocoon.

“Girl,” you try to maintain gruff in your voice, but I know you’re miserable.

“Yes Daddy?”

“We’re getting a hotel room.”

I shake with laughter while you try to tickle the orneriness out of me, but I can’t help it as you undo the cuffs and put my pink hat back on.

“Yes Daddy.”

I can picture you there, in your chair at the desk, reading and working. I can imagine how you’re completely aware of me as I move about the house. You’ve been up long before I ever wink my eyes awake to rub the sleep away. I can still smell you there in bed, your scent on the pillow next to me as I stretch and yawn with the light of morning peeking through the curtains.

I know that you’re aware of me as I slowly move about my morning drudging to the shower and seeing that you’ve left me a choice of clothes or nude as it pleases you. I smile, seeing it’s something as simple as my favorite tank top and shorts for around the house.

You’re completely cognizant of what I’m doing as I go through the routine of washing my hair and braiding it the way you like. I go about my day, cleaning and preparing a meal that I know you’ll like. I find myself relaxing while you pursue your own agenda and plans for the day.

I walk by your office one too many times and I hear those words that I’ve wanted to hear since the moment I opened my eyes.

“Come here sweetheart. Kneel for me.”

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Kitten stood outside the door several minutes, hand poised to knock, her fingers had more than a slight tremble to them as she made a fist to knock. One last nervous breath slipped out while blinking at the room number, double checking it before making the sound at the door that he’d been expecting. They had talked about so many things prior to this night. They had been friends for a while when she had accidentally discovered that he was into something she had always wondered about. It was definitely not something that good little catholic girls ever did, nor should they ever think about such things, and her naïveté was charming to him.

The agreement, she thought of it as that, this wasn’t some sort of contractual obligation, but they did agree that if didn’t work out, there would certainly be no hard feelings. Kitten knew if she knocked on that door, everything would change. He’d always called her Kitten, she jokingly would call him Mister or Sir, sometimes she would call him Daddy in a joking way whenever they hung out, but now, now, it meant so much more. Sir had paid for the hotel room, something simple but romantic enough. Prepared the room with tea light candles scented with vanilla and lilac, two of her favorite scents. He cared enough to want to make it fun for her, but she couldn’t shake the butterflies in her belly despite reassurances. They’d been fluttering for days and now felt like a swarm of bees buzzing throughout her extremities. She swallowed nervously and knocked, short and clipped.

Sir saw her standing there, wringing her hands together and looking down at the floor as he opened the door slowly. She was wearing the red dress with grey tights and black laced boots. Her blue-green eyes flashed with a nervous smile as he motioned her through the entryway and took her by the hands. The door barely closed before pressing her against the wall with her hands over her head so that he could immediately kiss her.

“You’re so soft,” he whispered into her ear, playing with the lobe just enough to make her forget about the butterflies and bees. “So fucking soft.”

The words were punctuated with a hand that came up to her neck while the other pinned her hands above her head. Sir pressed his lips against hers again and she inhaled. She felt the little sweater tug away, falling at her feet while she smiled nervously, trying not speak, because she was afraid she’d squeak incoherently rather than form words. The nervous smile widened as he lifted her onto tip-toes while pressing her into the corner.

“Girl,” his voiced darkened as he said it, became the most serious she had ever seen him and she forgot whatever it was she was wanting to say. “You are going to crawl to that chair over there and wait for me with your eyes closed.”

“Yes Sir,” she stammered and immediately cringed at the sound of her small voice that squeaked.

Sir smiled at her words, placing his index finger in her mouth until she gently suckled with her tongue and lips.

“Go,” he told her.

Kitten slowly slid to her knees, her chin tracing down his shirt and along the zipper of his pants. Her breath was warm and tangible on the fabric as she slowly crawled away on all fours toward the chair. She waited on her knees, eyes closed, and only the sound of her heart in her ears.

Sir had told Kitten what to wear, how he wanted her make-up done, and ensured that she had the scented soap that he preferred. The braided pig tails hung off the back of her shoulders, moving only whenever she exhaled.

“My soft little kitten,” she heard him say. “Keep your eyes closed.”

Kitten did so, holding still as she felt him unlace her boots one by one. Sir’s hands were warm and felt firm through the slick tights as he squeezed her calves before lifting the little dress up to reveal the matching lace bra and thong. He could see her hands begin to tremble while holding her arms up in place. She could feel the tickle of his beard as he stood her up and began kissing at her pinky, then her wrist, and down to her neck.

“You’re going to purr for me, aren’t you?”

Kitten nodded, attempting to relax as he caressed over the surface of her bra.

“Good girl,” he whispered into her ear. “I want you to undress me.”

Sir was not the first man in her life, but he was certainly the first in a long time. Like a moth discovering its first flame, Kitten could feel his heat as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She never looked up until his had lifted her chin, indicating he wanted to look into her adoring eyes. Kitten’s fingers felt cool to the touch as they slipped through the gaps behind the buttons one by one.

“Keep your eyes up little one.”

Sir watched as her blue-green eyes fluttered with a slight smile while she continued to undo the last button, tugging the shirt from his pants. Her eyes blinked slowly and deliberately as the belt loosened in her grasp and came away easily. The things he said he could do with that belt made her heart race as his pants loosened and fell. Kitten smiled, feeling his cock inside the boxers, caged by the fabric trying to get free on its own. Sir watched as her thumb found the pre-cum and cleaned it off with her tongue.

“May I?”

“I’m not sure I heard you correctly.”

“May I Sir?”

“Try again.”

Kitten blinked, growing nervous, they had spoken about so many things and she wanted to please him,

“May I suck your cock Sir?”

Sir smiled, reassuring as he pulled her toward the chair again. Her hands were soft and warm as she gently squeezed at the base. Her mouth kissed and suckled the shaft, working its way up and stopping at the tip where she licked and sucked playfully.

“Good girl,” he encouraged. “My sweet little kitten.”

Kitten could feel his hands slowly work into the braids at the back of her head, gripping to control the motion of her mouth. Sir’s words of encouragement were a turn on that she had not expected to feel.

“That’s it, relax and take it in. I’ve got you.”

Kitten wanted to please him more than anything, resting on her knees with the sensation of his hands tightening in her hair, guiding her mouth up and down, a little deeper each time. That sweet spot in the back of her throat hit the reflex to gag. Sir paused, allowing her to recover, her eyes were watering, causing her mascara to run slightly. She instinctively began to apologize, he only shook his head, smiling while he invited her to stand up so that he could finish unwrapping her.

Sir’s hands were warm, his mouth was warmer still as he devoured her breasts. She smiled nervously as he rolled her back onto the edge of the bed; touching and exploring. Her nails dug in and scratched as she bit down on the boar tattoo on his chest, desperately reaching for his warmth in the excitement. The growl in her ear was tantalizing, feeling his body press down heavily before forcing her mouth open.

“You bite and scratch me little girl, it makes me want to tie you up.”

Kitten smiled, biting once more before digging with her nails again. Sir’s arm came down and pinned her hands away.

“I told you-“

“I know,” she whispered. “I want you to. Please-“

She began to breathe quickly, feeling his touch brushing over her nipples, they were already erect at the thought of him touching her, now it felt like electricity.

“Close your eyes,” he told her.

Kitten’s hesitation flickered as she stared up at him, blinking, and her mouth opening to say something as he pressed his against hers. She squirmed delightfully, playfully resisting against his strength and letting out a giggle.

“Do you trust me?”

She nodded a little too quickly, her eyes closing as she inhaled deeply,

“Good girl.”

“Excuse me?”

I hear it in the tone of your voice that I’ve absentmindedly done something that has gotten your attention and not in a good way. Your eyebrow is raised in such a way that isn’t merely a warning, but the one that says I’ve really stepped into it. I immediately try to think of what I just said or did, but nothing comes to mind and I feel that deer in the headlights sensation as the color drains from my face.

“I must have heard that incorrectly.”

“Uh,” I start to say, trying to backpedal, because I honestly don’t remember what came out of my mouth while sitting at the dinner table. The restaurant is just loud enough that I’m relying more on your visual cues which are screaming everything to me, you’re in big trouble little girl.

I slowly wipe my mouth and look down at my plate, I’ve eaten the required vegetables, most of the salad, and at least a bite of everything on the plate. I’m unsure of what to say while I’m looking at my feet. The waiter seems to come by at the perfect time as I’m peering up at you and hear you clear your throat loudly enough that I’m ready to hide under the tablecloth so no one can see me. Mainly I want to hide from your gaze that is making my stomach squick.

“Would you like a box for that miss?”

I hear you answer with a slight smile,

“She’ll eat it at home.”

I reach for the glass of wine and almost chug it down while I nod in agreement as the waiter walks off with the check in hand.

“Come sit next to me sweetheart.”

I nod, acknowledging that I’ve understood you and move toward you slowly, trying to remember what I just said or did.

“Can you tell what I might be thinking about right now?”

“No,” I answer a little too quickly.

Your expression softens a little as I feel your hand on the small of my back, finding its place.

“No Daddy,” I whisper.

“Do you think I missed that?”

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “I really don’t know.”

You’re smiling, I see the mischief in your eyes as I begin to panic,

“What have I told you about rolling your eyes at me?”

“That you’ll purple my ass with the paddle.”

“And are you ever in charge?”

“No Daddy,” I whisper. “You’re in charge.”

“That’s right baby,” your lips are so close to my ear that your beard is tickling, sending goosebumps down my body. I’m sure we must appear cute like this to everyone else around us, but they have no idea how much I’m quivering inside. “Daddy is in charge.”

The waiter comes back and I’m smiling, pretending there’s nothing going on at the table while you sign for the bill. You stand me up with just a nudge of your hand on the small of my back. Your arm is around me, caressing lightly on my shoulder while you pick up my sweater to put it on for me. Even when you’re disappointed, your manners are impeccable. You open the door outside and the car door too. You reach over and kiss my forehead sweetly while you make sure my seatbelt is on correctly. The whole time I’m trembling, because I’m anticipating the paddle on my ass when we get home, but I’m more upset that I disappointed you.

“Do you feel bad baby?”

“Yes Daddy. Sorry Daddy.”

I can’t even look at you I’m so upset that you cover my hand with yours, patting it to reassure me that it isn’t the end of the world. I feel awful and try not to start biting my nails.

“Did you have a bad day sweetheart?”

I nod, afraid to speak, because I’m trying not to start bawling like a little child, but the truth was, I had a bad day. Despite not wanting to do anything after working all day, I pulled myself together the wrong way. I knew I had blown it and there you were, making it better after calling me out on it.

“Uh-huh,” I start to sob.

You don’t say anything at first, your hand is still on top of mine, dwarfing it. I see you pulling off the highway onto one of the back roads that I’m not familiar with. We sit in silence until I can no longer see signs of civilization. You turn the radio off and now all I can hear is the Jeep engine, road noise and my not so quiet sobs. You pull over as I start to undo the seat belt. There are no cars around, there’s nothing for miles.

“Baby, put your head on my lap.”

I lay my head down, I try to stop sniffling, but it just feels worse this way.

“What happened?”

“Hormones,” I blurt out. “I’m tired.”

You start to laugh,

“Ah. I see. Do I need to put you down for a nap?”

Your hand brushes away the stray strands of hair from my face and you tuck them behind my ear. I sigh, trying to just calm myself.

“I’m such a damn spaz.”

“You have to give yourself a break baby. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“I didn’t mean to roll my eyes at you.”

“I know.”

“And I hate that I disappointed you.”

“Shhhh.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I believe you, but I think you should write lines tomorrow. I will not roll my eyes at Daddy.”

“Ok.”

“You’re going to go settle yourself in the corner when we get home.”

I nod, placing my hand on your knee and begin to fidget with the seam. You turn off the Jeep and I hold my breath, listening to crickets and frogs chirping. I slowly sit up, I can see your expression is curious as I reach down to your belt. I pull my pants off and slowly work my shirt up over my head. I need to do this for you as I pull my bra off and drop it to the floor.

I wait to see what you’ll do because I’ve never done this before. I know I’m not in charge and you know that I understand this as well. Your hand moves to my chin and I quietly sigh. You push my hand down and I touch you lightly at first until you pull me onto your lap. I slide up enough to straddle your lap and slowly lower myself onto your cock. Your head tilts back with a smile that slowly broadens. My hands are behind my back holding the steering wheel so that I can wiggle back and forth.

“That’s a lovely tight wet little hole baby.”

“Thank you Daddy.”

I know how to work you up like this and you’re smiling because you know what I’m going to do and I’ll happily make a mess just to clean it up. You growl into my ear and I’m feeling the slow build up of energy inside and I tighten up to maintain the sensation. Your hands are on my breasts, fondling and pinching while I continue to grind my hips against you. You smack my ass and squeeze harder, pulling my hips down.

“This is mine,” you tell me. “Mine.”

I smile,

“I’m yours.”

I have psyched myself up for days leading up to this moment. I have had no end of angst and nervous energy and I think my heart will just explode if anything were to startle me before I walk into the room that I know you’re sitting in right now. The lake house was out of the way and I fretted about getting lost or missing the party. I couldn’t care about the party, but at the same time, I care because you care and you’re waiting for me.

You’re sitting on a chaise lounger still in your black suit jacket and gold tie with a tumbler of scotch swirling around in your hand. I have seen you this relaxed on other occasions and I feed off of the relaxed state that you exude. However, when I have seen you like this, it was usually when you had the intent to make me into a puddle of endorphins on the floor by the time you were done. This time is different though. I’ve never done anything like this, but I knew it would please you to no end and I put on my brave face for everyone else to see. I know that you know differently, because I’m scared and nervous.

There are a few people I recognize in the room, everyone is chatting with someone, but I see you sitting quietly. I sit down next to you, I’m almost afraid to say something, but your hand finds the small of my back and caresses reassuringly down my left cheek. I take a deep breath and settle, focusing on the feel of your hand. I look back at your eyes and I see nothing that indicates you want me to do anything. I begin fidgeting when I feel your hand move up my back to my neck. You squeeze lightly and I lean back onto your shoulder slowly. My face nuzzles into your neck and I find the familiar scent of the scotch soothing as I try to breathe slowly.

“You know what I want,” you whisper into my ear and I feel my heart begin skipping and sputtering.

I nod, looking around the room, my jaw clenches when I feel the pit of my stomach churning as I wonder who might be offended or who wouldn’t care at all. I decide that this is the kind of party that this happens at and I feel my throat go dry. I’ve never done this kind of thing before, but I’ll do it for you. I wore the button up blouse and plaid skirt that you like, I braided my hair into pigtails, and wore a pair of matching thongs and bra. My fingers find your tie and loosen it, my hand is trembling while I feel like the entire room is looking at me. You’re still watching my hands and reassure with a nod.

The noise in the room fades away as I slide down to my knees at your feet. I feel the silk tie loop around my wrists and I close my eyes. Your hands move to familiar places that I crave. I feel the thong slowly slide down my thighs. I lift one knee and then the other, my ankles then remain tangled in the thongs. Your hand moves under my chin and I stand up, eyes closed, because I know if I see the people in the room, I’ll panic.

I’m trembling and feel chilled until your breath is on my neck and ear,

“Settle baby.”

I swallow hard as you bend me over the chaise lounger and lift my skirt for the whole room to see. My hands are behind my back as I feel you standing against my thigh with the soft fabric of your pant leg and your hand rubbing sweetly before I hear the room quiet. I feel your oak paddle land on my cheeks, my hands automatically lift away, even though I know you won’t hit them accidentally. I suck in a breath and hold it, focusing on remaining still and quiet.

“Good girl.”

My eyes are watering and I feel your hand playing in the wetness between my legs. I mewl like a kitten, remaining calm. I begin to blush all over, feeling scarlet as your fingers find my mouth to clean them off with my tongue. You paddle a few more times and I begin to lift onto my toes, I can’t go anywhere else at this point and I begin to settle more. No longer counting the strikes, I feel myself surrender to the thought that this act pleases you more than I can understand.

I feel hands that are not yours unbuttoning my top and I look for your touch again. I keep my eyes closed, I trust you implicitly and I’m feeling nothing but strangeness until my head is tilted up by your fingers under my chin. My blouse is fully unbuttoned and pulled down to my elbows. I have less mobility this way, I feel off balance and awkward. Your beard brushes my neck and ear, I know I’m struggling and I’m ready to change my mind until I hear you whisper again.

“You’re doing great baby, just the way I want you. I’ve got you.”

I sigh, feeling the calm wash over again and your hands move over my breasts now dangling without the bra to hold them back. There’s someone else putting their hands on me and I can hear the whispers in the room grow fainter still.

The toy slowly prods my ass and I feel myself becoming tense until your hands rub my cheeks, soothing and parting me until the toy slips in completely. I feel both holes stuffed and it’s a disconcerting feeling that I’ve not felt before tonight. You joked all the time about finding a few subs to stuff me like this and I now I think I might be a bit more clueful at this point. It begins to vibrate and I gasp, buckling at the knees at first. I’m back on my tip toes when I hear your belt come off the loops, it’s always a distinct sound and it loops around my neck like a collar.

“Stand up,” you tell me.

You lead me into another room and I’m trying not to cum. Your laugh is soft and you touch my face again. My eyes open and I feel like a deer in the headlights.

“Daddy,” I gasp.

“Shhhh, let it wash wash over kitten. Be still.”

You lay me down and I feel the squirm begin, my legs are shaking as I watch you pull out your cock and I open my mouth. I won’t play or tease, I will take it all in to the back of my throat. Your thumb is in my mouth, I know you like to draw it out, make me show you how I will please you with my tongue.

“Are you hungry little girl?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“That’s good, Daddy likes to hear that. I want you to cum, quietly for me baby.”

I try to not to squeal, your hand on my throat is squeezing delightfully and I try not to moan while your mouth takes in a nipple roughly at first.

“Does that feel good baby?”

“Yes Daddy. Yes,” I’m panting trying to breathe slowly.

“Good girl,” you go back to my breasts and tap at the vibrator, I gasp, finally cumming. “You did good baby.”

I nod quickly, feeling that the vibrator is relentless as you continue to play with my breast and squeeze my neck until the room fades away and another orgasm contorts my body into yours. Your cock is tapping my clit and I struggle to remain quiet.

“Shhhh baby. Relax.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

I begin to struggle against the tie on my wrists, my feet are off the floor so I cannot lift or shift easily, I’m at your mercy to find relief from the vibrator.

“Where should Daddy put his cock baby?”

“Wherever Daddy pleases,” I respond, shaking harder as you continue this tango between my breasts and clit just enough to torment me.

I feel your cock touch my lips and I’m engulfing it like my life depends on getting you off. I hear your pleased growl and relax. The back of my throat is filled and I can no longer breathe until you pull away enough and start all over again.

“Such a sweet little mouth baby.”

I find myself filled and trying to swallow without spilling out of my mouth. I sputter a moment until I feel you curling me into your arms and I feel your warmth become reassuring.

“Good girl. You did good. I’m pleased.”

I nod feeling my hands come free so that I can curl up around you like a little koala bear.

“Thank you. I really tried.”

“I know you did baby. Next time, we can try something else.”

I close my eyes to listen to your heart beating steadily and reassuringly before I nod in agreement.

“What about the guests?”

Your laugh is so light that I can almost hear your smile before you tell me not to worry about the house guests, they can amuse themselves. I fall asleep, knowing I’ve pleased you and I find myself smiling while you pet my hair.

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I’ve done the thing I’d said I do. You’re surprised that I could reach when I pinched your cheek and made little adorable cooing noises. I see the twinkle in your eye brighten a little, palms twitching slightly after I find a ticklish spot that causes you to step back a moment and eye me carefully, because I’m feeling rather kitteny and playful at the moment. You reach to grab me, grinning as I dodge around the room, avoiding your hands.

I see you angle around attempting to coral me into a space, but jumping over furniture isn’t necessarily beneath me while I do this and giggle maniacally while you make an honest pursuit to entangle me in your arms. You’re still smiling, so I anticipate this becoming more fun until your voice changes.

“Baby, I need you to come here and kneel for me.”

You continue smiling, but now I’m that obligated to listen to your words, I walk slowly toward you as I watch your palms twitching to bend me over your knee as you sit down on your favorite chair. I slowly kneel at your feet, palms up and close my eyes. My pulse begins to race slightly when I feel the touch of your thumb upon my bottom lip.

“That’s better baby. Much better.”

Your hand gently digs into one of my braids and pulls me up toward your lap, I follow your cues as I lay my head upon your leg, facing your belt buckle that now touches my nose. I can only venture to guess what you plan to do when I feel you lift my skirt and grip at my exposed cheek.

“Did you miss me baby?”

“Uh-huh,” I’m almost purring, feeling the warmth of your hand touching my flesh. The warmth disappears and I feel the sting following before you rub again.

“I’m not sure I heard that right baby.”

“Yes Daddy,” I giggle a little more, curling into you for a moment before I peek up at your smiling face. “I missed you.”

“That’s good,” I hear your voice soften and then another strike at the other cheek. “I told you that I’d get back at you if you tickled me didn’t I baby?”

My eyes widen when I feel your hand land again and again until I’m throbbing with my toes curled. I’m almost squealing when you stop and rub again, soothing the stinging away. I whimper slightly as your other hand slides over my breast that massages slightly. I open my eyes and see the bulge in your pants.

“May I Daddy?”

My hand begins to reach for your belt, I know when it comes off, it’ll go around my neck.

“May you what?”

My hand trembles, the sensation of eagerness has built up that I find it difficult to even use my words and I gesture toward the belt buckle as you continue to play at the buttons of my blouse. I know you can feel my breath is hot through your pants.

“I can’t hear you little one, what would you like?”

My face reddens, it feels scarlet hot as I’m trying to say I want to suck on your cock until your legs are shaking and I want it so badly.

“Use your words,” you say to me and I start to giggle again.

My blouse is fully unbuttoned and you’re waiting for me to say the words that I find so embarrassing to say, but you’re also grinning and encouraging as I pull your thumb into my mouth suck on it for a moment.

“May I suck your cock Daddy? I promise I’ll be good.”

“Hmmm. I suppose a little girl could do that for Daddy.”

“Yes please.”

I slowly move to my knees, eyes lowered while I listen to your belt coming undone and slide loose from the loops. My heart rate is up and I’m waiting for you to loop the belt around my neck, you’ve done it before and this is what I expected. Instead, both your hands are in my hair to tug me forward onto all fours. I watch as you slide forward and slowly tug your pants down enough to reveal your swollen cock. Your hand gestures me forward and I feel giddy again.

My hands are small in comparison as I reach up and lightly touch with my finger tips, running my nails along the length. My tongue reaches for your taint and swirls around slightly as I see your subtle smile and let out a quiet moan. I play with the precum with my thumb, stroking slightly and gripping playfully. I move my mouth to the tip of your cock to lick it over and I to take it into my mouth. You gasp momentarily and I suck harder. Your hands are back into my hair, tugging my braids harder. You love to hear me gagging and the saliva that comes from it. I gasp for air as you pull harder. I feel you swelling inside my mouth and I think to slide my finger into your ass before you explode into the back of my throat and let go. My hand continues to stroke and I see your leg shaking before you push me away.

I’m giggling as you pin my arms over my head nuzzle your beard into my neck and breathe heavily into my ear.

“I want you to wait next to the dresser,” you tell me quietly. “Strip for me.”

You turn my body toward the mirror. My skirt is still on, blouse open and bra still on. I go slowly while you’re watching. I can feel my body blushing, my face is flush as well. You tell me to watch you as I do this and I begin to feel self conscious. You’re smiling and I begin to wonder what you’re thinking as you begin to circle around me.

Your hand caresses my breast and I don’t move because you’ve said to stand still. You’re muttering under your breath, making pleased sounds,

“I have so many ideas,” you whisper into my ear as you grab one of ass cheeks to squeeze. “You’re beautiful. I want you to go over there to that bed on all fours.”

You circle the bed a few times, looking me up and down while I’m trying to breathe quietly and be still. You open my mouth and tell me to open wider. I feel your fingers moving around my mouth then into my throat and I almost mewl like a cat. You keep doing this until I have drool dropping and made a mess down my face. My tongue is now trapped between your fingers and I continue to try and breathe calmly. Your hand wipes my chin clean after you’ve told me how pretty my mouth is and how good I was with it.

As I close my eyes, you tell me to open them and watch you in the mirror. I blush again, hot and scarlet as I feel your hand slide down my back. You begin to play with my ass and remind me to be still. I whimper as I feel your finger gently slide into my ass after playing in the wetness.

“Are you always this wet baby?”

“No,” I blurt suddenly. “No Daddy. Only for you Daddy.”

I see you smiling, pleased and I sigh while you continue to slide your finger in and out, rubbing with your thumb at my sex. Your fingers separate the folds slowly while I struggle to be still. The rubbing and stroking just enough to make me tremble and crave your touch while I’m still on all fours. You’re enjoying this too much.

“Does that feel good sweetheart?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“What does my little one want?”

I know, no matter what I say, you’re going to draw this out until I’m a puddly mess. I’m trying to answer steadily, without urgency, but your hands are distracting. I whimper again and feel your cock tapping on my clit like a drum and I twitch with each tap.

“I can’t hear you baby.”

You’re smiling and I know if I cum before you tell me to, I’ll get the cane on my ass.

“I want you inside me. Please Daddy.”

“Please Daddy what?”

“Please Daddy, may I cum?”

You keep tapping on my clit and instinctively try to scoot away. Your hands pull my hips back hard and I yelp, startled from the sudden jolt.

“Daddy isn’t ready sweetheart. Your pretty little mouth did a good job. You have to wait.”

I can’t help but yelp and whine like a small child. I try to hold back and grip the sheets until I feel your breath on my skin.

“Hush baby,”

I quiet myself and see that you’re smiling sweetly when you finally roll me onto my back. You kiss me tenderly, on my nose, down my chin and breasts. Your mouth practically engulfs my breast, sucking hard and biting lightly on my nipple. I groan quietly, feeling your palm rub in small circles while sliding your fingers in and out until I’m squirming again. I feel your hand on my neck then and smiling, losing track and letting go. My mind quiets, hearing you say those words that I needed to hear.

“Cum for me baby. Good girl.”

The new light of dawn began to shine through Kitten’s window. She was a grown woman but this bed room that was in her master’s house was cast in pinks and bows every where. When she stayed here she lived in this room. She had slept well, curled on her little girls bed. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and went to her bathroom. She brushed her hair in a hurry and fumbled around on the counter. She grabbed the small silver metal butt plug with the pink tail attached. She stuck it in her mouth to wet it and then contorted her body. With a little effort she got the plug inserted in her ass and now her pink tail was attached. It was his favorite. She had to hurry before he woke.

She quietly padded through the Master’s house to his bedroom door. She opened it. Her Master was asleep on the bed, his large frame lying on his back. The sheets were half off him and his cock was visible. Her master was a big man, and his flaccid penis now hung down over his shaved balls. Kitten quietly crossed the room and very delicately crawled unto the bed. She placed each hand and knee carefully so as not to touch or wake him. She was over his legs.

She lowered her head and brought her lips to the head of his limp penis. In one easy motion she pursed her lips, slightly opening her mouth and sucked her Master’s flaccid cock into her mouth. When he was fully erect she could not keep all of him in her mouth. Some times he would get a little brutal and force his engorged cock into her throat, but right now she was able to draw his entire limp cock into her mouth. She heard him groan, but he was not awake yet. She sucked some and swirled his cock around her tongue, she felt the quick rush of blood as his penis began to swell immediately. She slowly and gently began to slide her mouth over his cock.

She heard him stir, waking. The quiet moans of the waking man. His eyes fluttered open. He smiled. She had done well. Whenever Kitten stayed at the Master’s she was his alarm clock. Her mouth was.

She sucked him, and took his cock. He laid back like a King among men and stretched. Her first meal of the day was her Master’s cum and he was happy.

“Good girl. Good Kitten.”

I wake before you, your arms are around me and I quietly soak up your warmth. I can feel your breath on my neck, slow and steady and this makes me smile. The tickle of your beard reminds me of the way you tormented me last night. I begged, I pleaded and moaned at your mercy until I was a sweaty mess sliding onto your floor.

I slowly move out from under your arms and your slumber is undisturbed. I think to make something to eat and wander off to your kitchen with just your t-shirt on. I can still feel your hand prints on my ass and I find myself smiling. I poke around for some ingredients and plan to make something I think you’ll like. I’m careful to be quiet, getting everything together.

I put my playlist on, it’s playing softly while I’m mixing everything. I’m humming along prepping the pan and just closing my eyes to think about your hands and how they felt on me. Just being able to let go and finally trust was absolutely freeing. The way you pet my hair and reassured, I had no point of reference to understand that was how it should have always been.

I smile goofily as I take in your scent on the t-shirt and giggle. You’re standing there in the doorway and quirking a soft sleepy smile. I’m not sure what to do except return the smile as I make my way across the floor. You hug me tightly, this was how it started, a warm embrace.

The blackout curtains hide the sun that has been beating down relentlessly in the Texas heat. I hear the air conditioner struggling and feel your hands twitch on my left breast while you’re sleeping. I can only imagine if you’re dreaming. I can still feel your hand prints on my ass and the way you held me down a few scant hours ago. I breathe softly, watching the rebel strand of light working its way across the floor in millimeters.

I wiggle my ass a little closer, feeling a slight moan escape from your mouth, but you don’t stir until I shift your hand down my side. Your hand suddenly grips into my hip bone as you growl into my ear. I giggle as your mouth nuzzles down the lobe of my ear to my neck where I feel the smile returned. You roll me over gently, your soft hazel eyes look into mine. I see that smile and a dimple that I want to poke playfully.

You slowly kiss my wrists where the binds left marks the night before. I let out a playful laugh as you pull me against your chest. My arms reach around to dig my nails into your flesh after I feel you become hard. If we never leave this room again, I would be content.

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