All characters in this piece of fiction are role-playing adults
She tries to say something, but the spider gag garbles her words and drool drips down her chin. Her Daddy laughs and wipes the saliva away with the pad of his thumb. "Try again, sweetie," he says. "Remember, you need to use your big girl words."
She chokes out a garbled, incomprehensible sound and he clicks his tongue. "Daddy can't understand you," he says. "Do you want more playtime with your special toy?"
She shakes her head frantically and a grin spreads across his face. "Is that it, little one?" he says. "You want Daddy to give you more playtime?"
He has her tied to a chair, her legs spread wide. Her arms are tied behind her, attached firmly to the back of the chair. Between her thighs, tied firmly to one of them and pushed right up against her pussy, is a vibrator. It's the one that she doesn't really like, despite it being able to make her come within thirty seconds. She says it's too strong, that it makes her feel too sensitive and on edge to enjoy anything.
He's had her tied like this for almost twenty minutes.
She came easily the first time, arching her back and straining against her bonds. True to habit, it happened in under thirty seconds -- and then the begging had started.
"I can't understand you," he said, over and over in response to her gurgling through the spider gag. "Stop using this silly baby babble and tell Daddy what you want. Come on, sweetheart, use your grown-up words."
But try as she might, she couldn't make her words more coherent, not with the large metal ring spreading her lips wide and making it hard for her to swallow. All she could do was grow louder as spit dribbling down her chin and dripped onto her breasts.
Now, her thighs are red, chafed from the incessant rubbing from the vibrator. The cushion on the chair is wet; he can see the dark, damp patch spreading out beneath her. The sounds of the vibrator against her pussy are thick and wet. Much as she's protesting, her cunt certainly seems to be enjoying itself.
He clicks it up onto its highest setting and a scream tears from her throat. He feels the warm lick of self-satisfaction curl through his belly. "Daddies make decisions for babies," he says. "Whenever you want to be a big girl and tell me what you want in grown-up words, I'll listen. But in the meantime..." He drags his fingers through the spit on her face and smears it over her cheeks and forehead. "I think my little girl is telling me in her silly baby babble that she wants to come again."
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