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Loving Daddy
I was so excited to see daddy and play in my house with all of our toys and materials and air conditioning and to yell and scream and finally be able to cum as hard as daddy wants me to. But I wasn’t feeling sexy. I was feeling disappointed, vulnerable in a bad way, frustrated at my life and my constant ability to be a doormat. When did I let my life slip away into revolving around a man? I’m so much better than that. I have so much more to give to the world. I had been preparing a special look for daddy for months that was complete when my order came in with new toys last week, and I knew that today would be the perfect day to surprise him with it – if I didn’t feel like shit – if I didn’t feel like I wanted to leave everything and disappear into the great world never to be heard from again. But I know that daddy will make me feel better. If I can just get to look sexy for him, then as soon as he greets me at the door I’ll feel better. Daddy all the time makes me feel better. I got all ready for daddy, I put on my blue lipstick, and it didn’t look right. It didn’t look like it did when I tried it on before and wondered that it was super sexy and would be a great surprise for daddy. I put on more layers. I put on daddy’s collar. I put on more mascara and my toys over my nipples and in my ass. But it still didn’t look right. It looked too sharp and depressing. It was sucking me in. It wasn’t sexy because I couldn’t smile and my eyes were as hollow as an infinite cave. This fucking blue lipstick was supposed to bring me an amazing date with daddy overwhelmed by my sexiness, and I couldn’t even smile. I’m looking at myself in the mirror, knowing that I don’t look sexy, but I wondered, maybe it’s just because I’m pissed off that I don’t see myself as sexy. But I know that it was sexy before, so it probably is sexy and I just can’t see it. Daddy will like it because it is something new and he all the time likes when I put on makeup for him. Once daddy gets here it will turn into sexy. Just go with it.
Daddy came in and sat right in front of me and didn’t move. I know that I’m supposed to wait for daddy. And I know that I was supposed to be sexy for daddy. I know that he was punishing me, but sitting there with daddy in front of me, all that I could take in that moment was daddy’s kiss and a big hug. All I could think about was a kiss from someone who loved me without trying to make me less, without trying to hide me for himself only – a kiss from someone who touched my soul. But I couldn’t break character. I was supposed to be sexy, not needy. I had to let daddy get turned on. But inside I was screaming for a hug and for him to take me to the shower and wash every stupid thing off of me and then cuddle me and tell me how much he loved me. But I couldn’t do that again. I had used too many excuses for the past month. I knew what daddy needed, and it wasn’t cuddles.
I listened to daddy and went upstairs into position. Trying to stay calm. Knowing that daddy would make it better. He put a blindfold over me. I spent how long on this fucking eye makeup trying to look sexy for him and he put a blindfold over it. That blindfold felt like a hundred ropes and a dry gag suffocating me. The last time that he blindfolded me I turned into a completely different character. The sexiest craziest woman alive. But not today. That blindfold might as well have been shoved down my throat because I couldn’t breathe with it on. Daddy wants my hands. He knows that I don’t give up my hands willingly. I give him the struggle that he knows is coming. Why is he mad at me for struggling? I’ll struggle whenever I fucking want to struggle. They are my fucking hands and I’ll never give them up. Oh, now he wants to punish me for struggling? Daddy can do whatever the hell he fucking wants, but I’ll never give him my hands. He thinks that he is so high and mighty that he can punish me for whatever the hell he wants? Nope. I don’t play that game. I’m not gonna be punished for struggling. Struggling is my hope and my fury. Struggling shows that I have a choice. One day, or not, when I want to submit to him 100%, or not, when I want to bow down to his every command, then I won’t struggle. But that will be my choice. And it will be a gorgeous exchange between us. But that’s not today and don’t you dare punish me because I won’t give you my fucking hands. If you want my hands then you have to be stronger than me and come and get them. I hate this fucking blindfold. What is he doing? I don’t trust him. He knows that I can’t take a lot right now. Why can’t we just have fun?
He wore me down and got my hands, as expected. So stop punishing me for it. You are bigger and stronger and we both know that you would get them eventually. I hate it enough, doesn’t that count as my fucking punishment? I like that he was holding me tight when he finally got my hands, so I didn’t fight as hard. As close to a hug as I could get today, now that I made him mad. I’m stuck with my hands behind my back and I can’t peek under my blindfold anymore. The pull of the rope is helping me relax. I know that he’s getting the paddle but I don’t care. Just hit me and move on. I can’t run from him like I did the last time because I can’t see him. I know where he is, but I can’t see where he is reaching and when he is hitting. I let the blows hit me. Most of them I don’t feel. If I could see daddy right now, my eyes would be asking if he is done. If I could see daddy right now I’d be crying. Because I’m done. I’m pushing my guilt down deep into my throat. I can’t let it come up. Daddy deserves this day. I have to let him have it. I have to let him have everything that he wants because I put him through too much already. Just breathe. These fucking restraints are so tight and this blindfold is choking but just breathe. Breathe. What is he doing now? Waiting for him in these fucking restraints too tight on my right shoulder. It’s fine. It needs the stretch anyway. Funny how it hurts more now. That’s what I get for putting myself back in this position. Putting myself back here to please a man and let him torture me because I can’t do any better. I deserve it. I deserve for that shoulder to burn. It should have hurt me more in the first place and I would have learned my lesson. Probably not though. Because I’m such a fucking doormat and I’ll all the time be a doormat. I’m not worth anymore than that. I’m not worth any more than being stuck here in these fucking restraints with a man waiting to torture me. I have to get out of these fucking restraints.
Daddy is behind me now and putting something in my pussy. It’s too big. It won’t fit. I know that he will try to make it fit. It feels sort of nice and I like him behind me and pressing against me so I won’t fight it. He got it to slide in my wet pussy and I started to cum instantly. I knew that I shouldn’t have and I wanted to be good for daddy, but I can’t stop my body. How can he fuck me like this and then tell me not to cum? What does he expect? Does he want me to cum? Does he want me to be so sexy and so turned on that I come even when he tells me not too? Or does he want something else to punish me for? Or does he want me to be this strong that I have control and hold it back for him. He’s pushing it in faster and harder now and I can’t help it. I try my best to stop it. I’m trying so hard for daddy, why isn’t it good enough? Why is he torturing me? He’s mad that I came. I’m just a disappointment again. He will discover someone else. I’m so stupid. Why don’t I give him what he wants so that he doesn’t leave me? My body is so heavy now. So heavy and my legs so weak. I’m such a stupid disappointment that it doesn’t matter anymore. Daddy can discover anyone much better than me. The floor looks so nice. I’m so heavy. My arms are so stuck that nothing matters anymore. I’m just gonna rest here on the floor for a minute. The floor feels so nice. I want to go to sleep. If only I could put my arms down and be alone. I just want to be alone. Safe and alone. Where I can go to sleep and not wake up and no one will care because I will be all alone. Safe and alone.
Daddy is mad. He wants me to stand. Can’t he see how tired I am? I have to stand for daddy. I have to give him what he needs. What else am I for? He will replace me if I don’t stand up. He knows my arms hurt but I told him that they are okay, because it is good for them. They need the stretch. If I stretched more they wouldn’t hurt anymore. My legs are so weak and my arms are so tired, but I need to stand for daddy. If I could just get out of these then maybe I could stand. I can’t take these fucking things anymore. But I have to keep hiding it for daddy. Don’t let him see that I am upset. If you want to play with daddy then you need to be sexy for him. Just get through this. Deep breaths. He doesn’t have to know. If he knows then he will use it against you. Not everyone uses your weakness against you. But he might be like all the others. This is just wrong. You aren’t worthy of anyone, especially not daddy. What is he doing? I wish that I could see. He’s gonna hurt you. You have to get away. I have to get out of these. I have to have my arms to protect myself. I have to run away. Just run away. Just get out. I can be strong for daddy. Just block everything out. Forget about everything and block it out. Just pretend like you aren’t here. You’re not here. My body is numb.
He’s coming closer. I can’t hide it anymore. It’s bubbling up. I need to tell him to stop. I can’t do this and I can’t do this to him. I know that he knows. I know that I can’t hide anything from him. Stop trying to hide it. Just get out of here. Go upstairs to sleep and be alone. Just get away. Get out of here. I tell him that I need a break, but what I really mean is that I need to be alone. But I love daddy and I want to be with him, but I need to be alone. Alone and safe where no one can hurt me. You have to take the guilt because you gave up. These restraints don’t even exist anymore. I have to run away. I have to get out. I have to run outside. These restraints can’t hold me. I have to run away and I’ll take these with me if I have to. Just run away and go to sleep and die. Then you will be safe when everything is over. These restraints don’t exist. This room doesn’t exist. This world doesn’t exist. I’m done with this world.
Daddy is holding me now but I have to get away. I have to be alone. I have to take my guilt with me. But daddy is rocking me. But I have to get away from him. I’m not scared of him, but I have to get away. I have to be alone and go to sleep. I’m so sorry daddy. He deserves much better than me. He won’t want to play with me anymore because I can’t take it. But I love his arms around me. I bury my face into his arms and I begin to feel safe. I still want to get away and be alone, but I like his arms around me. Why does he waste his time with me? I can never let him know the truth. I know that he wants to know, but I can never tell him. What would I do without daddy? I’m already crying. It won’t hurt to cry a little more. Just let him hold me and cry. I’m not supposed to cry. Crying isn’t allowed because it makes you ugly. But he doesn’t seem to mind. I’ll just stay here for a minute and cry with daddy where it’s safe. And then I’ll be alone. Daddy is a nice guy. He will let me cry on him one last time and then it will be over. He deserves someone better. He will never know the truth, but it’s better that he leaves now and finds someone else.
Where is he going? He wants me upstairs. All I want is to sleep right now. Let him tuck me into bed and then leave me alone. He better not want more sex upstairs. I can’t give him what he wants. He needs someone else. Just do whatever he wants. You will be fine. He won’t hurt you now. Just do whatever he wants and let it be over with. You can lie there. You’ve done it before. Hopefully he will just tuck me in and then leave and go fuck someone else. I’m sorry daddy. I’m sorry that I wasted your time today. I hope you have time to get off with someone else today. You don’t have to come home anymore. I know that I am a disappointment to you. It’s so nice of you to tuck me in, but you don’t have to pretend anymore. I knew that it was all the time just about sex. It’s ok to leave. I don’t blame you. How could you really love me? It’s ok that it was all the time just boobs and ass. But you don’t have to pretend anymore. Just let me be alone. I make the bed, so that I can just relax. I don’t know what Daddy wants. I get on the bed a little confused, but he wants to be behind me and of course he wants my legs open. Fine. I’ll let him have a consolation prize. Why not? It’s just sex. He needs to get off, so let him have it. You are his toy after all. Broken toy, but whatever. I guess he still wants to play with a broken toy. He starts to fuck me and I know that I will like it, even if it is the last time. He deserves so much more than me. I’m sorry that I couldn’t give him what he really needed. He is being nice to me and rubbing my clit. I might as well enjoy it. I’ve lost everything else. I might as well take what is here now.
His dick in me feels so good. Like it all the time does. I cannot believe that he’s looking up at my crying mess of a face and still turned on. But his dick is in me now, so why worry about anything else? Just let him pleasure you like it’s the last time. He cannot love me because I’m too ugly right now. But I’m finally relaxing down into his arms, against his chest, feeling his hand by my face and his other hand on my clit with him humping me in a dancing rhythm. What else matters now that I’m in Daddy’s arms? Let my mind clear. Let all my worries flow out through my pussy. Everything that I’ve been pushing down past my chest and into my stomach, just let it flow out onto daddy. And suddenly an massive rush through my pussy, like giving birth. I feel light as air, and my mind is suddenly so clear. Thank God for this man. God really did send him to be my therapist. I say my prayers of thanks as I catch my breath. Finally, I can actually fill my lungs with fresh air. There is nothing that I can do for him now, but he continues to focus only on me and how he can please me. He continues to watch my ugly face like he’s studying for a test. I don’t know why. What could he see there? Why doesn’t he want something for himself? Some dirty pleasure? Every time that my guilt and sorrow starts to create, he crafts my pussy like his wood, and let’s everything release until I begin to shudder in his arms. He is on top of me now, giving me his amazing dick, with his arms in push-up position beside me. He lets me caress him and feel his energy. I know that he wants everything for me and not himself and I gush over and over onto my giver. I want to feel him fucking my pussy deep, and I remember how he often cums with my ass pressed into him. I sit on the edge of the bed with my head down and my ass up, and I begin to think of dirty talk to make him cum. He pats me from behind with his great dick, knowing that I can’t take a pounding. I want to give him everything because he deserves it all. I want to be able to have him pound so hard into my pussy that just thinking about it gives me the biggest orgasm of the day with my legs squeezing even tighter around daddy’s cock. When I come back to the room, I realize that he hasn’t cum yet, but he probably won’t considering the course of the day. It’s time for a shower and to get him off to work. I wish that I could make him come, but I know that he is too worried about me.
We lovingly follow each other into the shower – his love and concern for me and my love and gratefulness for him. I should be nervous now, but I’m too grateful for him. I’m too mesmerized by him. We are both exhausted and would do anything to nap in each other’s arms. But Daddy needs to get to work. I wore him out today, instead of energizing him like I usually do. I let the shower cleanse me and wash off all that stupid makeup that I used to try to hide my feelings. I’m anxious now to show Daddy what I look like without any makeup. I know that he has seen it before, but it’s worse now that I’ve been crying. I follow him downstairs to watch him get dressed in my favorite uniform. I should bow to him like I usually do, but fuck it, I’m so exhausted now, and neither of us cares about that shit anymore. I’m gonna lie on my mat with my towel as my pillow, comfortable, and gaze up at my amazing hero getting dressed into his dead sexy uniform. I wanted to just be comfortable and fun, but he looks down at me strangely. Is he mad that I didn’t bow for him, that I’m so lazy today? No, he tries to ask me about earlier. What happened? What toy/object/punishment made me react that way? I look down trying to hold myself together again. He’s not happy. I tell him that I was barely hanging on before he got here and that it was nothing that he did. He sighs, and can’t look at me starting to tear up again. I try to tell him, but the words won’t even come out, only tears, and I can’t even look at him because I want to tell him so much. All I can say is that it wasn’t anything that he did. He seems to find out that. He knows that I’ve been through a lot, and that with our play we can’t be 100% at all times. It’s not human. I wish that I didn’t have to say the words. I wish that he could read it from my mind and know that it really wasn’t him. He points at me and motions for me to come to him. I slowly crawl on my hands and knees. I run my hands up his boots, his cargo pants and his legs. We both want me to take them off again, but I can’t do that. He pulls me up to his lap. I wrap my legs around either side and I kiss him passionately. He pushes me backward slowly, while looking into my eyes and earning my trust. I lean back into Daddy’s arms and I end up with my head on the floor, but my pussy still in Daddy’s lap. He is licking my pussy, squeezing my tits, and holding me up at the same time. In a dream state, I feel my sexy skin and Daddy’s strong arms holding me up like I’m weightless. He licks me for much longer than I wondered that he had time for, enjoying my giggles and my upside down tits. Finally, I have to say goodbye to him, my military man, feeling his uniform and wishing that I could hold him tight and let him protect me at all times.

Wild Animal
Daddy is coming home. I hope he is ready to get off now. I know that I put him through a lot today, so I hope that he can get off now. I wondered about what happened earlier. I talked about it with people. My emotions are little more in check now. I feel lighter. Hopefully, I can be free enough now to let daddy enjoy a little for himself. I have no idea what to expect from him, but I set up the water and ice the way that he instructed me for that morning, since he didn’t get to do what he wanted. I kneel for him eagerly, feeling the change in me from this morning. No caked on makeup this time, no faked colors, no toys sticking out of every part of me. It’s just me: clean, peachy, calm, happy for daddy. What does he have in store for me now?
I set out two beers for us in front of my pussy. He motions for me to open one for him. He picks it up and kisses me so hard that it knocks me backward and leaves me breathless. He quickly moves to the chair and drinks more of me than his beer. Then he tells me that I should go to him and finish what I started. Again, I crawl to him in the chair. I try to undo his pants, but he gives me a quick and stern, “up.” I climb into his lap with a quiet giggle. He kisses me a like a tornado. His hands are all over my back and his hands moving already into my pussy. I feel his clean shaven face with my hands and take every breath directly from his lungs. He presses his cold beer directly onto my clit and watches me jump and then melt. He pushes me back and this time I lean away from him like a swing and let my head go down. He bites my clit, spanks it, presses the cold beer on it. Anything to get me giggling beyond control. And then he pleases me and again I’m coming upside down, feeling my sexy skin, without a care in the world. He picks me up and takes me to the mat on the floor. He starts biting me and moving so quickly that I can’t keep up with him. He is swatting at my nipples, biting my thighs, sucking my clit, biting my neck, scratching my legs and stomach, and when I’m lucky kissing me passionately. He says that he wants to leave bite marks everywhere and he has the look on his face of instinctual animal lust. I tell him that he can, but he ignores me. He is on my neck again and my breathing starts to sync with his, all I want is Daddy to surround me. He says that he wants to leave marks all over to show that I am his, but before he can finish I hold his head in my hands and breathless I tell him to do it, over and over. I want him to bite me all over like an animal eating his prey. I want to be Daddy’s prey. Daddy has hunted me, captured me, and he is now enjoying me as his meal. I want to be his meal. It feels so good to be devoured by Daddy. He looks at me slightly confused, but sees the look in my eyes, and then with pure relish, puts his head between my legs and bites my pussy. He bites and sucks the top of my pussy and melds my skin around between his teeth sending shooting pleasure down my clit. He bites and sucks on the sides of my pussy and on my thighs until blood seeps through. He bites my collar bone and my neck and I’m ready to come. I hold him tight into me as I’ll never let him go, so tight that my nails begin to scratch. He bites my nipples and sucks them as hard as he can, searching for blood. He squeezes my tits with his nails digging in. He brings is dick up to my wet pussy and I get closer to cuming just looking at it. I’m already on the edge, and I’m pulling him closer. He doesn’t stop biting me and kissing me all over, but he starts to fuck me. I rub my hands along his arms, lightly scratching and I call him my tiger. He keeps a compulsive rhythm with his hips thrusting into me, but his tongue and teeth are wild. I stop trying to follow him and I give in to my predator. Time has no meaning, my physical body has no meaning except to be explored, pleasured, and devoured by daddy. All I want is to be owned by Daddy for every single moment of the rest of my existence. My orgasms are whimpering cries with the occasional scream and pushing out from my pussy, but Daddy doesn’t relent. My cries become deeper as I am unable to process the levels of pleasure that Daddy brings to me, and without missing a beat, he looks at me like I am his fucking toy that he created and controls like nothing else. He turns is body to sit himself upright more and fuck my G-spot. There is nothing that I love more in the world then when Daddy fucks my G-spot and my pussy clutches his dick tighter and tighter to never let it go. Pleasure shoots from my G-spot to my clit as I cum continuously tightening even more, feeling Daddy’s rhythm pressing into my knees and holding them open as my whole body is now closing in on itself. I heard Daddy’s grunting, but it sounds so far away. I know that he is about to cum, but I can’t imagine an end to the current state.
He cums with his dick thrust deep into my pussy and his whole body shudders as he changes his pace to slowly finish the last few thrusts. He sits down out of breath and covered in sweat. I sit up to pour my love all over him and wipe the sweat off his face. I slowly wipe the sweat off his forehead, his cheeks, his arms, and I kiss him gently with little giggles. He looks as though he barely notices my presence, and I giggle as I let him catch his breath. Still exhausted, he asks me if I liked it. Rubbing his head, I tell him that I didn’t know that he had that animal in him. He looks down, satisfied, and drinks his beer.

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