“Don’t touch.”

I was on my knees with my hands on my thighs, blindfolded, naked and trembling. He was standing in front of me naked and with his hands on my head, holding me still.

He had given me strict instructions not to touch his cock, not with my hands or mouth.

I had leaned forward, ever so slightly in an attempt to get as close as I could.

I inhaled his scent, as deeply as my lungs would allow. I wanted to swallow his cock and gag as my eyes watered.

I love worshiping his cock. I love licking, sucking and stroking him.

He knows how much I love it and uses that knowledge to torture me.

I bit my lip in an attempt to calm my desires.

I heard his deep chuckle and I took benefit of the slight distraction and touched my nose to his cock. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head and torso back far enough to give my breast a hard slap. I yelped as I felt the sting of his hand.

“Sorry, Daddy.” I said quickly, in an attempt to prevent another assault on my tender breasts.

“You’re not sorry. You know what you’re doing.”

As he spoke, I trembled feeling a combination of fear, anticipation and arousal.

He moved away from me and I heard him behind me.

He pulled at my hair so I was up on my knees rather than leaning back on my haunches.

I screamed as I felt the paddle on the backs of my thighs, then my ass and then my back. He gave me a few strikes before resuming his position in front of me. He pushed at my shoulders and my ass burned as my heels pushed up against my bottom.

He slowly stroked my cheeks and moved his fingers over my lips. I opened my mouth and he pushed in three fingers deep down my throat. I gagged as I sucked his fingers and tried to hold still. I coughed when he removed his hand from my mouth.

He returned his hands to my head and said, “You may inhale.”

I put my nose to his cock and breathed deeply, as if his very scent gave me life.

When he moved away again, I said “Thank you, Daddy.”

“May I taste you now?” I asked.

“No, not yet.”

I didn’t disguise my disappointment as I pouted.

He moved away again and this time I felt the flogger on my back. I love the flogger and at first, it was a relief, but as he kept striking, it became more and more painful.

I started to sob as he continued, clearly on a mission to illustrate his dominance over me.

I push the limits, I am a brat after all. There are all the time consequences to pushing, I know that and I still do it. I cannot help myself.

At some point, the strikes ended. I was dazed and straddling the line between reality and subspace.

I felt him push me down gently so I was prostrating with my ass in the air and my forehead to the ground. I felt my body start to relax as the aches and pains of the instruments moved through me.

I was startled to feel his fingers lubricating my asshole and then he began to slowly push a large object into me. I realized it was one of my larger butt plugs.

“Relax,” He instructed gently. “I want to hurt you, not injure you.”

I breathed slowly and willed my body to relax and receive the large imposing object.

I finally felt the pop of the plug as it nestled snugly and the flared base kept it from being swallowed by my body.

He moved to my shoulders and helped me back up so that I was again kneeling.

He instructed me to open my mouth and keep my hands on my thighs.

He held my head in his hands as he fucked my face, roughly. I am his whore and it’s what I want and need, to be used in any way he desires.

My eyes watered, I gagged when his cock hit the back of my throat and without warning, I felt his cock pulse and his cum explode into my mouth and down my throat. I sucked every drop and swallowed what I could.

When his aftershocks subsided, he released me and allowed me to lay my head on his thigh.

“Good girl”

“Thank you, Daddy.”