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This is a fictional fantasy story. None of the characters are representing real live people or events past, current or future. If easily offended please click the handy back link at the top of your screen. Fun to read, fun to write.
The first time he had her do it, she was not even sure what was going on. It was almost like being in a trance, or in a theatre. Everything ampliphied. Only the item on the screen happened to be her, her real life not just some dramatic or cheesy comedic scene of someone else’s pretend life.
It made her instantly small. The kind of small you never fully forget. That feeling that you are not only physically small and beneath them in size but also small in your very core. You not only know that they are the one who will feed or clothe you, but the are fully in charge. And in being in charge you feel your heart shine because they are good at it, they are in control. They know. And they know you. When their hand moves to you, moves over you, even if it’s just to go through your hair, settle on top your head or your shoulder, these things do not really matter. Because they get you and they know you are small. They are even a little amused by it, and sometimes will wink, or even, if the timing is right, smile. It’s that feeling of small. It’s knowing beyond a doubt they could tell you to do anything at that moment and even if you really really didn’t want to, you would do it. When i feel that way, i can only sum it up in one word. Daddy.
So the first time it happened to her, this girl in my dreams, who i sometimes wonder if i am, she felt that. That smallness, and with that comes a little touch of fear. Maybe guilty fear because you not only fear what is coming, you also are thrilled by it.
It’s a wonderful thing. And it was to her, because she felt that hot rush of pleasure flutter through her from nipples, which reacted by hardening, to her belly, in shivers and into her sex, spreading hot wet warmth. He ordered her to her knees. As simple really as that is, that is all he had done. She had gone, quietly, though she smiled, and blushed, and her body said so much.
On her knees he spoke quickly, directly, in his ‘to the point – I am in a rush’ style she sometimes loved and sometimes loathed, and at that moment felt a bit of both towards. It did not give her time to think, because from the time he spoke it, to when it registered, she had only had time to blink and let it register somewhere in her mind, which was usually clouded over with need to touch him, when kneeling at his feet, before the next action. And it was quick, and shocking and her body reacted with tears while her heart lurched and her eyes went wide, hand immeadiately lifting to touch the marked cheek. Even as she moved this way she was rising, moving to obey without any further hesitation.
She stumbled from the room, feeling his eyes on her, now moving the way he’d trained her to, deliberately, softly. The way she had always moved and never known, when relaxed enough. In the next room she had only a momen to wipe the tears from her cheeks, before the hands reached and grabbed and her eyes were behind blindfolds, her body trembling, ropes locking her, people pushing her gruffly into fresh air and then into a car. She panted, she feared. Fuck, she must still obey, she must!
He had told her she would go into the next room, she would obey, and she would please or displease him. She would even though her mind screamed at her to fight, her lips parted eagerly when she felt the cars floor beneath her knees, wrists held with ropes digging into her skin at the small of her back, a hard cock pressing against her lips, slapping her cheek, and forcing inside her mouth. Hand at the back of her head thrust her forward, her teeth grazed and she inwardly flinched, desperate to please, to take the cock as deep as she could. She would please. Her pussy on fire she squirmed and panted and took as much as she could in and more till she wasn’t breathing and her jaw ached, hard hot cock filling her mouth.
The cock fucking her mouth errupted, hot cum oozing into her throat, she gagged, always finding swallowing such a personal thing, it was momentarily a reaction to not take the foreign sperm into her body, but she swallowed instead, forcing it down her throat, whimpering as more dribbled down her chin, she unable to prevent it was helpless as it fell lower to drizzle down the center of her chest.
Her hair was gripped as she cooed a “Thank you.” and she was dragged, half stumbling half pulled from the car and up a few sets of stairs into what she imagined, from the change in scent and warmth was another home. It could not be the one she shared with Daddy, she felt carpet beneath her feet. She was pushed down a hallway, fear skipping in her heart. Who was there, who was around her, behind her, who owned the cock she still tasted, and where was her Daddy. Was she safe? Did he care?
And then she was thrown down to soft carpeting, her shoulder painfully banging into what could only be the frame of a bed. The door slammed shut. She was crying, could taste the salt of her tears as they found her lips, still coated with saliva and drying cum. Some of her hair had fallen loose and was now annoying her, brushing lightly at her cheeks.
She took a long slow trembling breath, and the door slowly opened. Footsteps came in, the door closed, and the figure, which just smelt and felt masculine came to stand by her, a bare foot, large, rough, pressed into the side of her leg. She was pulled up and pressed back onto the bed, onto her ass, where she remained, trembling, her chin lifted up to him. Looking to him, even while blindfolded. Ever fiber in her being knew that he was in control.
Gently, which made her skin crawl and her nipples tingle all at once, the blind fold was lifted. He was handsome, which only made it worse. Handsome with bright eyes, that had hers instantly lowering in submission. His finger was beneath her chin but it now slid up and lightly traced over her lips, which easily parted. Fingers pressed inside her mouth as he spoke. He was going to fuck her. She knew it. She even wanted it. She was being used, simply, like a whore, for whatever reason her Daddy had decided.
She parted her legs, the tiny skirt she wear rising up, opening, so that he could see the little silky panties she wore beneath. His hand reached, cupping her mound, a finger pressing the silky panties between her own silky lips. Wet. She flushed red, knowing that she was so wet the panties were now soaked. Knowing more so that he knew, even though he had known before, it was now evident by the wetness that seeped through, to heat his fingers. The fingers in her mouth were replaced by the ones that tasted of her own arousal, and he pushed her back on the bed.
He didnt speak to her, not once. He just fucked her, sliding her panties to the side and thrusting his cock into her, no preliminaries, nothing. He fucked her hard and fast and came inside her, so that now her cunt and her mouth had been filled by not only cock, but cum. She sobbed, the blindfold returned when he had finished, her own body not permitted release, juices dripped from her throbbing pussy down her inner thighs.
She was returned home, where in a daze she was thrown at her Daddy’s feet. He had said nothing, and had kept her tied up. Had in fact kept her blindfolded while fucking her ass, forcing her to admit she’d liked the other cocks, while slapping and smacking, pinching, twisting, biting her. He had cum in her ass, and left her crying on the floor for a good hour after filling her final hole. Then he had come to her, and removed the blindfold, had gently untied her bound wrists and clasped the leash around her neck. She didn’t have a collar on, but this worked well enough. He had led her to the bedroom, and there, folded her in arms and legs and when she’d finished crying he’d just traced fingers over her body, down her arm, and over a nipple, across her lips, until she smiled, and then laughed.
Such a rollercoaster of emotions he could give her.