Sans titre

“I don’t think I can do this, Sir.” She’d used nipple clamps before, cute pink ones that now seemed harmless. This was much different.

“Of course you can,” he was smiling from his big leather chair, amused, “It’s only a few more minutes. Come and kneel down here, tell me about your day.”

She sniffled as she stepped closer, then sank to her place on the floor and clasped her hands behind her back. Her nipples were already tingling, the way they did when he left the pink clamps on a little too long. She tried to formulate a thought, “I…I finished all the tasks on my list and I….”

He’d started to fondle one of the clothespins gently with a thick finger, she whimpered and tried to pull away. He snatched a fistful of her hair and pulled her face closer, “No, no, little one. Not that. You don’t pull away from Daddy’s touch.” His voice was soft and sweet, terrifying.

“It’s too much. I read that you’re not suppose to….” His other hand clamped down on one of the clothespins and her voice failed. She unclasped her hands and grabbed his wrist, but he was so strong.

“You what? Read something?” Mocking now, not sweet. “Educate me. What did it say?”

“I don’t remember.” She was sobbing, and she couldn’t even try to stop.

“Look at me.” He still had her hair, so she had only to open her eyes. Her nipples weren’t even tingling at all now, there was just a numb heat spreading across her entire torso. “You’re begging and squirming because you still think you can stop this from happening to you. But you can’t.” She nodded. “Accept it, and be good for me.”

She took a deep breath, nodded again, and clasped her hands behind her back. She cast her eyes down when he released her hair and watched a tear hit the rich grain on the capped toe of his dress shoe. Her mind felt fuzzy, vacant. He stood, and began to unzip his fly.

He slapped her when she fought against the ropes, trying to turn her face away. “I thought you’d be excited,” he said. Then he paused, “Did you say something?” The slap made her head spin and the edible was really kicking in now. “This isn’t what I meant,” she managed to mumble before he grabbed her hair and stuffed the toy into her mouth.

“Shhhh….,” his big hands began working the bulb to make the short, thick butt plug inflate alarmingly fast. “You said you were curious about inflatable toys, princess, and you know I love it when you tell me you want to try new things.” When he stopped pumping her eyes were watering.

“Let me explain something to you,” he said. His tone was patient now, fatherly, as though explaining some immutable fact to a teenager. “These fantasies you’re having, these yearnings, they aren’t some passing interest that you’re going to outgrow. This is not something that will get better with time.”

“How can you know that, Sir?” She wanted to look at him, but she was afraid. He cupped her face in his hands and forced her to maintain eye contact. She felt herself shrinking, weakening.

“Because they’re needs, like water and oxygen. This is what you are. And despite whatever ideas you may have had when you came to me, I’m not going to fix you.” He moved behind her and she heard him pick up the collar. “In fact, my intention—should you choose to belong to me—is to do everything I can to make you much, much worse.”

Her face was burning and she looked at the floor again. She had known this already, of course. He’d shown her what she was weeks ago. “I need to belong to you, Daddy,” she said quietly. “I want to be yours.”