Daddy's Cum Slut

You’re not getting a threat. You’re getting a promise.

I’m already picturing the whole thing. You’re out somewhere late, a little drunk, maybe more than a little, walking to your car with that short skirt and those fuck-me eyes that keep getting you attention you pretend you don’t want. I come up behind you quiet. One arm around your waist, the other over your mouth. You struggle for half a second before the cloth hits your face and the chemical smell fills your nose. Your legs go soft. You try to fight it but your body won’t listen. Everything tilts. The last thing you feel is me lifting you like you weigh nothing and the trunk closing over your head.

You wake up slow. Head pounding. Mouth dry. You’re naked on a mattress in a room with no windows. Wrists cuffed above your head, ankles spread and locked open so your cunt is just sitting there on display. The air is cold. Your nipples are already hard from it. There’s a thick leather collar around your neck with a short chain bolted to the wall. You can move about two feet. That’s it.

I sit in the chair across from you and watch you come all the way awake. You start crying almost immediately. Not pretty crying. Ugly, panicked crying. Snot and tears and that little broken sound in your throat when you realize how fucked you are. I let you cry for a while. I like the sound.

When I finally stand up and walk over, you try to kick. It’s useless. I grab your jaw hard enough to leave marks and force two fingers into your mouth. You gag. I keep them there until spit runs down your chin and onto your tits.

“This is how it’s going to work,” I tell you. “You’re going to stay wet. You’re going to stay open. And every time you try to close your legs or beg me to stop, I’m going to make it worse.”

I don’t start with my cock. I start with the wand. The big one. I press it right against your clit on the highest setting and hold it there while you scream and thrash. Your body doesn’t care that you’re scared. Your cunt starts pulsing almost immediately. You try to twist away but the cuffs don’t give you room. The first orgasm hits you like a punch. Your whole stomach tightens. Your toes curl. You sob through it. I don’t take the wand off. I keep it there through the aftershocks until the second one rips out of you harder than the first. Then the third. You’re begging by then, real begging, the kind that comes with snot bubbles and a cracked voice.

“Please, I can’t, it hurts, please daddy stop—”

I slap your cunt hard enough to make the wet sound echo in the room. “Did I say you could talk?”

I leave the wand on while I walk around the bed and push my cock into your mouth. You’re still coming when the head hits the back of your throat. I hold your head still and fuck your face until your eyes are streaming and your throat is making those wet choking noises. Every time you gag I push deeper. Spit and tears and mascara all over your face. When I pull out you’re gasping and coughing and still twitching from the forced orgasms.

I climb between your legs and shove in without warning. You’re soaked from the wand but still tight. I don’t give you time to adjust. I just start pounding. Hard, deep, mean strokes that make the chain on your collar rattle. Your tits bounce with every thrust. I reach down and rub your swollen clit in rough circles while I fuck you. You try to hold the next orgasm back. I can feel it. Your cunt clamps down like it’s trying to push me out. I just grind deeper and keep rubbing until you break again, louder this time, almost screaming. Your whole body locks up. I feel the gush around my cock.

I don’t stop. I keep fucking you through it while you cry and shake and tell me you can’t take any more. I tell you that you don’t get to decide that anymore. I keep going until your voice is gone and you’re just making these broken little whimpers every time I bottom out.

When I finally pull out you’re a mess. Cunt red and open and dripping. Face wrecked. Collar marks on your neck. I unlock one ankle so I can flip you onto your stomach, then lock it again so you’re face down, ass up, still spread. I push back into you from behind and start using you slower this time, deep and steady, one hand in your hair holding your face against the mattress so every sound you make is muffled.

“This is just the beginning,” I say against your ear. “Tomorrow I’m bringing friends. Three of them. Maybe four. We’re going to take turns. You’re going to stay cuffed just like this while we pass your cunt and your mouth around. You’re going to come on every single cock whether you want to or not. And when we’re done using the holes we want, I’m going to leave the wand on your clit on a timer so you keep coming even after we leave the room. All night. Until your body doesn’t know how to do anything else.”

I come hard inside you while I’m still talking. Thick pulses that fill you up. I stay buried deep until every drop is in you, then pull out slow so you can feel it start leaking down your thighs.

I leave you like that. Cuffed. Full. Shaking. The wand still sitting right against your oversensitive clit on a low setting that won’t let you fully come down. Every few minutes another weak little orgasm rips through you and you cry harder because you can’t stop it.

That’s what you asked for. That’s what you’re going to get.

Aww, poor baby. It's important to explore yourself calmly, sweetheart. Play with your holes and note what feels the best.

An easy way is to gently rub your clit left to right, then up and down, and lastly in circles. Do each for about two minutes, see which way feels the best for you. Then do it again, this time pushing harder. Focus on learning what gives you the most pleasure: Which direction, how much pressure, the speed, and even how long each stroke takes, how much you separate your fingers from your clit between each stroke.

At first, it will be hard and perhaps even uncomfortable. you might not even feel anything either. If so, keep going a little longer.

As time goes on, you will get used to touching yourself in a specific way that makes you tremble.

Some girls can only cum from their clit, others can only do it through penetration. Perhaps you're the latter, or perhaps can do both.

Finger your cunt, arch your fingers upwards and press gently but firmly against your walls as the fingers come back out. Use a toy or a brush to fuck yourself and see how fast and hard you like it.

Press the toy against your hole once it's gone as deep as it can and keep it there, building that pressure for about five seconds, then pull it back fast.

Or perhaps you could try pushing it deep and then moving your hand in a circle so it can start scraping at your insides.

you can always find videos of girls showing how they masturbate, maybe learn a thing or two from that as well.

After that, find media that turns you on and touch yourself to it. Note what exactly makes you the horniest from what you consume, what makes you want to rub faster than usual because of how hot it is.

It could be a specific scene or phrase, something dirty that happens in a video, or a sexy sound.

I know a lot of cunts find the jerking sounds of a wet cock very arousing, moans or rough breathing as well. Some might like looking at slow, gentle sex scenes, while others might enjoy looking at some slut getting mating pressed and slapped around.

If you like grinding, you might enjoy rubbing your clit up and down, adding some pressure and using at least half of your fingers on each stroke.

There is no right or wrong way of masturbating. you must simply find what feels best for you.

Some cunts I've trained have also gotten a boost in sensitivity from surrendering themselves to Me. It is only natural for a female to feel a lot hornier from being told exactly what to do by a superior Master who is willing to train them.

So perhaps finding a Master who'll teach you how to cum for Him is the answer, who knows~

Since you're too dumb of a puppy, I hope these simple tips will help you find the solution. your beloved Professor is always very glad to help His students reach their fullest fleshlight potential.

Men know better after all, don't We?

I lean in close and press the hot iron against the soft skin of your inner thigh while you stay chained and trembling on the floor in front of me. The brand sizzles as it sinks in and you let out a sharp cry that only makes my cock throb harder between your pretty lips. I hold you there with my boot on your neck forcing you to breathe through your nose while I watch the letters carve themselves deep into your flesh and you start to shake because you know this mark will never fade no matter how many times you try to run again.

I’ll thrust deep and steady, treating your throat like a tight wet toy made for this. No breaks for you to catch your breath unless I decide you get one. The sounds you make and the way you gag only make me keep going harder.

The fabric will do nothing to soften it. You’ll jump and try to stand up straight but I’ll keep you bent and do it again. Each smack will land wetter as you get turned on in spite of yourself.

Then I’ll switch. I’ll handle you like a delicate little doll, wiping the tears, stroking your hair, speaking soft while I rearrange your limbs and clean you up. The contrast is the point. One moment you’re being destroyed, the next you’re being treated like something fragile that needs careful hands.

I yank your hair hard enough to pull your head back and slam your face straight into the damp pillow while I grip your hips and drive my thick cock balls deep into your soaked pussy from behind. You cry out into the fabric but I just laugh low in my throat and keep fucking you harder with each brutal thrust making the bed shake under us. Your mascara runs down your cheeks in black streaks that I smear with my thumb while I snap my hips faster and deeper because I want to ruin you completely right here on this bed.

Once you’re locked in place you’ll call out my title nice and clear so I know you’re ready. That sound will bring me through the door. I’ll stop and look at you spread out and waiting with everything I might use already within reach.

I make you get right on your belly and push your pretty face into the mess with both hands forcing your tongue out to lap it all up like the pathetic little bitch you are while I watch every sloppy swallow. Your throat is still burning from my cock and your mascara is smeared under your eyes but you keep cleaning the floor clean with your tongue because you know that's exactly how I want it.