Last night was a rare treat. My 14 year old spent the night at a friend's, and my 4 year old was exhausted after a day of birthday partying and playing outside with her best little friend across the street such that she fell right to sleep at 8. This left Jay and I with an entire night to ourselves, nicely rested from sleeping in until 9 am that morning.
As I was putting the wee one to bed, he received a phone call from a buddy of his which allowed me just enough time to prepare myself for what I wanted from him. I quickly took a shower to freshen all my parts, and climbed into bed naked to wait for him. After he finally finished up his call, and said good night to our little sweetie, he arrived in our room. I threw the covers back to reveal my naked body and uttered in my best school girl voice, "I'm ready for you Daddy." It didn’t have quite the effect I had intended as I had forgotten one of the dogs was under the covers with me, and I had to shoo her out of the room (this is a dog that once stood on my pillow and licked my face as hubby drilled me!! It was a threesome of all the wrong sort. Needless to say, we don’t allow her to watch anymore....ha, ha, ha!), but it still caught his attention.
I asked him to please shower as well before beginning our evening's play. As he showered, I took out my slave collar and padlock to await him. When he came out of the bathroom clad only in his towel, I presented it to him saying, "I've got my collar for you, Daddy," as I scrambled off the bed.
"Get on your knees," he demanded as I apparently wasn't moving to the floor in front of him quickly enough.
"Yes, Sir," I replied obediently.
I kneeled in front of him and offered the collar up as I lifted my hair for him. I kissed his stomach feeling my pussy begin to pulse as he began to fasten the collar around me.
"Turn around," he demanded, obviously not pleased with my brazenly daring to take my own pleasure by kissing his stomach.
I meekly turned, again mumbling, “Yes, Sir," as he buckled the collar tightly around my neck.
He then shoved me against the bed, still on my knees. I kneeled there, my face pressed into the mattress, listening to him pulling toys out of drawers, my breath quickening in anticipation of how my Daddy would discipline me.
THWACK went the crop against my ass. I nearly swooned with the pleasure of that first stinging blow. More blows followed one after the other. My mind was entirely focused on taking Daddy's punishment in silence as a good submissive should. Alas, it became too much, I cried out with a moan, half pleasure, half pain. I squirmed away from the blows, lifted my chest off the bed, only to be roughly shoved down again.
This went on for some time with Daddy taking short breaks to soothingly rub my red ass.
"My bottom stings, Daddy," I mewed.
"Do you know why?" he asked.
"Because I'm a bad girl," I dutifully replied.
"That's right," he grunted as he brought the whip down across my back.
He crisscrossed my back with the whip, as I gripped the bed sheets, writhing and moaning with the pleasure of his discipline.
After some time of raining his loving blows across my back and ass, he commanded me to lie on the bed on my back.
He threw my red dildo and lube at me saying, "You know what to do."
I asked Daddy for a towel as I preferred not to make a mess of the bed, and sweetly lifted my ass up for him to place it under me.
Mmmmm… he proceeded to lash my breasts with the whip as I arched my back and slid the ample dildo inside my pussy. After some moments of this, he walked over to the nightstand and brought back my small little pink vibrator. Again, all he said was, "You know what to do."
I did know what he wanted, but I didn't want to do it. He wanted that vibrator in my ass, knowing full well that I don’t care for anything more than the occasional finger in my ass.
“No,” I began to protest. “I don’t want to, Daddy.”
“Do it,” was his only reply.
He stroked his cock over my face, fully expecting me to comply with his demands. Because I wanted to please him, because I didn’t want him to stop stroking his cock for me, I slid the little vibrator just a little way into my ass while fucking my pussy with the dildo.
I was rewarded shortly with my beloved vibrating egg tossed on my stomach. I snatched it up eagerly and touched it to my clit. Daddy stroked his cock teasingly over my face, my tongue eagerly seeking the tip as my vibrating egg took me closer and closer to the edge.
“You want all your holes filled with cock, don’t you?” he asserted.
“I want to see you covered with cum like a slut,” he breathed.
When I could hold back no longer, I allowed myself to tumble over the edge, gritting out between clinched teeth, “I’m cumming, Daddy. Oh fuck, I’m cumming.”
As I lay there panting, moaning, on the verge of tears with the intensity of the orgasm, Daddy straddled my head and shoved his cock in my face as he demanded that I continue to fuck my two holes.
He was literally sitting on my face, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth as his balls grazed my chin. I was smothering in cock, and loving it. I felt my pussy gush with fresh wetness as my arousal went off the charts.
I wanted him to go on and on, but my jaw had other ideas. I became so uncomfortable that I eventually had to struggle beneath him, turning to and fro seeking relief.
Jay took the hint, climbed off my face, and moved to the other end of the bed between my legs. I reached down to squeeze his rock hard cock before guiding him inside me.
He pumped a few strokes with my feet planted against his chest, legs pressed together to make the fit as snug as possible.
“Harder, Daddy, fuck me harder,” I begged.
He complied by pumping harder and faster than I could remember him doing in quite some time. His cock thrust against all my most secret, tender spots.
“Oh,” I cried out with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Oh, oh, yes,” I cried as I lied there absorbing every blow.
I opened my eyes, just as he began to cum in me. Head thrown back, face gone slack, as he emptied all his white gooey cum inside me.
After some cuddling time, followed by extensive clean up (ha, ha), we prepared to go downstairs for the rest of our evening.
“I’ll take that collar off of you before we go to bed,” he tossed at me nonchalantly.
“Ok,” I agreed, wanting to comply even as I became uncomfortably aware of how tightly it was cinched around my neck.
I went on with my clean up, putting my clothes on, weighing my options in my mind.
I finally gave in, and asked, “Are you really going to make me wear this all night?”
He relented by saying in a slightly disappointed voice, “No, not if you don’t want to.”
The trouble was I did want to; I just couldn’t bear the thought of being that uncomfortable all night.
“Could you just loosen it a little?” I asked.
And so we compromised. He loosened it for me, and I wore the collar about the house for the rest of the evening.
Still I felt a little like I had failed. I wanted to do what he asked unequivocally, yet my own will still insists on asserting itself. Jay and I have been dabbling with the D/s thing for a few years. I would like, however, for us to take it more seriously, not total lifestyle serious, but ramped up a notch from our current level. I would like for him to truly dominate (trust me, this is a man who has this within him) rather than just playing a part. I would like to be able to more fully submit to his will, checking mine at the bedroom door.
I think this arena just might be the key to rediscovering my sexuality. Dear God nothing makes me hotter than a good, hard spanking!