I would like to thank my partner for inspiring me to write some of our scenes (and giving me permission to do so) and also to my Editor, who really helped make this better.

We got back from our date night out, settled into the couch and picked something to watch on the television. I move in to kiss him first, not being able to withstand, which quickly evolves to kissing more passionately.. He pulls away from me.

“Pick a number one through three”

I respond with “three”

“Red, blue or yellow?”

I go with “red”

“Pick another number one through seven.”

“Four, this is a really fun version of a paper fortune teller”, as a giggle escapes my lips.

“You’ve made your choices for the evening… Take off your pants and stand facing the corner until I tell you otherwise.”

I smile devilishly, slowly taking off my leggings and folding them neatly, which I know is expected of me. I walk to the corner in the same obstinate way. I can feel him watching me while he walks by, gonna get whatever tools I have decided with the ‘kink fortune teller’. The anticipation dampens my cotton thongs as I can only imagine what is in store for the rest of the evening.

A series of sounds indicate to me he’s back down the stairs, his lack of acknowledgment advises that I dare not move until he tells me. Listening intensely, I can tell he sets his tools for the evening down on the table and I patiently await my next instruction.

“Okay, turn around and come to me.” his voice with intent instruction.

Slowly turning around, I can see he’s brought down one of the items from my choice of numbers provided. Three clear tubes, one slightly larger than the other two, a black hand pump with a red tube. Nipple and clit pumps.

My collar now rests in his hands. As I walk closer to him, I fall on my knees, running my hands up and down his thighs as he puts on the collar. My first step into my subspace, he guides my shoulders and lifts me up to my feet, and he kisses me deeply.

“Take off your underwear and bra. Lay on the couch, feet together and hands down”

Leaving my shirt on, I begin taking my bra off underneath my shirt and fold it nicely, placing it on my neatly folded pants, following my panties. While I lay back on the couch, I bring my legs up and put the bottoms together, with my hands face down under my ass, as to not move them as I’m told. He prepares the nipple pumps. He lifts up my shirt above my breasts, proceeding to pump my left nipple first, undoes the pump, then moves to the right one, just enough to feel the blood rushing to them. He grabs the clit piece, and pumps this one a few more times, feeling the suction causing my clit to swell inside the tube.

A documentary about kink and BDSM is on television, more specifically a pretty intense impact scene. He runs his hands all over my body and moans escape my mouth, “Be quiet and watch”, I’m told. After a few moments he undoes the pump on my clit, and I feel the sensation of tingling even more between my legs. Teasing my now-swollen clit even more with intense touches, I cannot help but make more noises, almost panting with need.

“I said be quiet,” as he slaps my inner thigh just hard enough to give me a sting. Lesson learned. Not a sound escaped my lips. His attention to my clit doesn’t stop, while I try my hardest not to move, not to make a sound. I’m feeling myself getting worked up, the harder it is to not moan with pleasure. He senses it too. He stops abruptly. “I want you to grab two tall glasses of water and meet me upstairs”

He leaves me and heads upstairs, as I go into the kitchen. Grabbing two glasses out of the cupboard, I fill them up, and thinking about all the fluids I might be expelling, I decide to take a big swig out of my own before hurriedly refilling it. Getting to the top of the stairs, I wait patiently for my next direction. He comes out of the bedroom, already naked and ready for me, and directs me to the Dungeon.

“Put the glasses on the table, get in your cage, and sit up with your head in the top hole.”

Setting the glasses down on the table, he lifts up the gate, I get on all fours and crawl in, getting on my knees as I put my head through the top. He moves the bars so I cannot move my head, leaving me in quite the predicament. He grabs another bar, with a dildo attached. “Spread them further” he tells me as he slides through my legs, I can feel it pressing against my lips as he pins it in so it wont move.

“This is one of the decisions you made, now sit down.” The difficulty of the position wasn’t easy. Sliding down, sitting upon the dildo, feeling it fill me.

“Now you fuck that for Daddy right until you are about to cum, then you stop.”

My hands grip the top of the cage, giving me leverage, and I begin fucking myself while he stands behind me, watching my ass move up and down. After a few moments, he comes around and stands in front of me, while I intently watch his cock hover in front of my face, teasing me… torturing me…

My body is starting to come to orgasm, and he can tell as much as I can.

He walks over and grabs my chin.”You want Daddy’s cock in your mouth, don’t you?” while I look up at him pleadingly, my mouth opens… nice and wide for him as I nod my head eagerly and see precum leaking. Between pants I beg “Yes, please”, my orgasm drawing closer. Wickedness in his eyes, he smiles down at me.

He grabs the back of my head, ponytail braid in hand…”Too fucking bad” as he stares into my eyes with a hint of sadistic gleam. He holds the back of my hair just long enough and then lets go of my hair. Disappointment washes over me, but I don’t stop fucking my dildo because pleasing Daddy is one of my favorite things to do, right behind edging… “I’m about to cum, please let me cum.” I beg.

“You better fucking stop now” he says almost angrily, and I do what he says, holding myself as still as can be, watching him move around to the back of the cage again. Through the reflection of the mirror in front of me, I watch him move quickly. He takes out the pins of the bar and reaches in from the top of the cage, taking off the dildo. He slides the bar out from between my legs. Putting the dildo in the corner, he then stands in front of me.

“Only good girls get to suck Daddy’s cock… are you a good girl?”

“Yes, Daddy”… the words escaping between the pants of the orgasm I didn’t receive.

“You’ve been a good girl… you can clean off all this precum you’ve caused…”

His precum dripping, I eagerly take him into my mouth, flicking my tongue back and forth around his head, making sure he’s nice and cleaned up. He pulls away from me.

“Okay, that’s enough”

His eyes gaze down at me with a tender look. “You can lay down in your cage for a minute and relax.”, spoken while he walks to the closet, getting whatever he has in store for me next.

Moving my body, ever so carefully to my back and laying down slowly with the limited space I have in my cage. He comes over to me, unlocking the door, “you can come out when you’re ready.” After a few deep breaths I tell him “I’m ready now” and as he lifts open the door, I crawl out on my hands and knees slowly.

“Drink some water and come over here and sit on the table,” he demands, patting the table he stands beside. As I’m taking a few deep gulps, “you said you wanted to try a hood, so I got you a hood.” He says, smiling at me. With a little skip in my step, and hurried, I come to the end of the table and sit, grinning ear to ear. My face transfixed into a Cheshire Cat.

“Now this is a new hood for you and I’ve already tried it on myself, so I want to try it to see how well you can breathe before we play.”

And he shows me. A full hood, with additional eye and mouth covers, the latter criss-crossed and clipped into the back. My happiness is all over my face. He smiles at me, knowing I’m excited to try it.

He slides it over my head, my ponytail braid creating some difficulty. We manage to get it over, and it fits beautifully. I can breathe just fine.

“Hold out your hands”, and I know what’s to come next, the leather wrist cuffs we’ve used so many times, black, with bands underneath and the straps on the outer side so the buckle doesn’t touch the skin.

I present my hands, palms up, and I can feel him begin to tighten the wrist cuffs. I cannot help but feel his hard stomach under my hands while he tightens. First the right, and then the left. Taking the chance to feel his body… when he permits it.

“Scoot down so you’re at the edge of the table,” and I try to move, my inability to see providing that same difficulty so he assists my movements. As soon as my hips are at the edge, he says… “Now I need you to lay back”, and he helps me lay down slowly, strapping my wrists to the hooks alongside the table. A table meant for sex. Akin to a massage table, it’s adorned with a milking hole, as well as a hole at the top for one’s head. Rings lined around both of its sides, it stands cushioned and comfortable.

He lifts my legs up, bowing towards some variation of missionary, but pushes them up further. He takes a strap and sinches it down tightly. I cannot move. I’m left even more exposed and ready for his use, just the way I like it. It teases me to feel him running his rock-hard cock against my slit. He then slides himself into me. Worked up for so long now, it happens easily but assuredly.

“mmmm yes Daddy, fuck me please”

I beg all through my moans. He pulls out, and I can only hear silence. Then something cool touches my inner folds… an intense vibration emerges inside of me.

“Oh fuck…” I moan, as I can feel the vibrator deep inside me. A thwack, and I moan louder. That same thwack again. I scream “oh fuck yes Daddy,” as he hits my inner thighs with something hard and thin, feeling like it might be a mini cane. I’m building into an orgasm again, and I tell him as such. He pulls out the vibrator and hits my clit, which sits ever so sensitive, with the cane one last time. My panting harder, being repeatedly brought so close to orgasm while being denied each time.

I can feel him spreading me again with his cock, this time I don’t know how long I can take it before I cum. His fucking steadier, and I’m begging for it.

“Oh fuck Daddy, I’m about to cum,” I whimper through my hood.

“Oh Yeah?” He encourages… “You wanna cum on Daddy’s dick?”

“Yes, I’m going to cum”, I pant. He keeps thrusting, filling me. He slides in and out until I cannot handle it anymore, all the edging over the evening has left me needing this more than I could imagine. Being sensory deprived from the hood I feel it more than I ever have. I release, and he moans with me, as I can only imagine him feeling all the wetness and spasms enveloping him.

He pulls out, and I feel the straps loosening from my legs. Helping me set my legs down slowly, he unstraps my wrists, telling me to take my time as I stand up. I take my time getting to my legs, keeping my arms to my chest as I wait for whatever task he has for me next.

Grabbing my shoulders, he turns me around and bends me over. The wedge now sat on the edge of the table, my round backside ready to be taken. In that moment, for him, on display. He pushes himself into me again, fucking me from behind, knowing how much I love this position. Harder and harder he fucks me, until I feel myself coming to orgasm again.

“Daddy may I cum again” I almost say in a whine.

“Not yet,” he responds. “You better fucking wait until I tell you to.” He says sternly, my wet pussy taking every thrust, building the momentum inside of me.

“Five,” he says authoritatively…

At the command of “four”, he slides out, making me wait a second, and then shoves himself back into me.

“Three… you better not fucking cum until I get to one”, as I’m melting with each passing thrust…

At “Two”, my orgasm is on its way. Just like how he commanded.

“One… cum Daddy’s little slut,”

Those were the only words I needed to hear. Moaning loudly, I release myself. Cumming hard, all over him, my muscles flexing and gripping around him inside of me…

“Yes, Daddy” I groan between breaths.

He pulls out. “Two more chores for the end of the night before we’re done, you know what those are?” He asks, when we both already know the answer.

I feel him place a towel between my legs. Holding me close, he slides his fingers into me from behind. He knows just the place to touch. I’m being played like a fiddle. I can feel it building so fast, and I tell him I’m about to cum,

“Be a good girl and cum,” and again, those words that send me over the edge take root, and I feel that special place create up inside of me and release, causing me to squirt, liquid flowing down my legs, but he doesn’t stop. “Give me one more, I know you can do it… my little Squirter.”

He knows me all too well, and my sweet spots inside of me, even better. Then I let go again, the last big of my squirting orgasm coming down his hand and my legs.

He drops his hand down, and shakes it off just how I like, showing me how wet and messy I am, still feeling the liquid continue to flow down my leg.

He leans me over the table one last time, and shoves himself inside of me again, over and over, knowing he’s about to bring himself to a release soon.

“You ready to take Daddy’s cum?” He asks between thrusts, already knowing the answer I’m gonna give.

“Yes Daddy, give it to your little cum slut.” I beg. That’s what he wanted to hear. He groans while he cums inside of me, giving it to me just like I had asked. His thrusts slow as he finishes, filling me up.

He pulls out slowly, some of himself leaking down my leg in the process. A mixture amalgamated, resolutely present with my squirting from earlier. I feel insatiably used.

He straightens me out, one last time for the night.

“Let’s take this hood off, clean you up, and have some cuddles and cookies.”