I haven’t been bad lately, but due to a number of things – travel, health problems, excess work, etc. – I’ve been feeling like less of a sub lately…and I guess Daddy’s been feelings like less of a dom, too. There’s nothing wrong with existing from time to time in a less intense environment…but, I’ll admit that I did need reminding. Too much freedom is not a good thing for me.
I needed reminding, so Daddy forced me to his knees in front of him, slapping my face, and demanding that I pull off his boxers with my teeth. His cock slammed into my open mouth, with no mercy, and I fought the urge to gag as he rubbed against the back of my throat, my hands tied behind my back, my feet bound, and my head held in place. Harder, he had hissed at me, when my sucking slowed.
I needed reminding, so Daddy swatted my pussy, untied my ankles, and ordered me to ride him. I was already wet and needed to cum badly, having not orgasmed for a few days. If you cum, I’ll make you bleed, he had growled in my ear, snapping my head back with a yank of my hair as I rode him reverse cowgirl style in his chair, leaving large hickies on my neck and shoulders, and pinching my nipples hard, making my cry out.
I needed reminding, so Daddy pushed me to my hands and knees, following me to the ground. He demanded that I fuck him faster, that I clench my cunt around him tighter, that I scream out answers to his questions louder. Who’s little fucking cumslut are you? he had asked. Say it LOUDER, he had horsely screamed at me as he thrusted.
I needed reminding, so Daddy pulled out quickly and in one glide, thrust deeply into my ass, gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks. I gasped, and he demanded that I fuck him harder. I pleaded to be allowed to cum, having to fully concentrate on not cumming in order to hold back. Don’t you cum until you make me come, slut, he had howled. Fuck me like you want to cum. Fuck. Me. Now.
I needed reminding, so Daddy held back until he couldn’t any longer. Cum with me, exactly when I cum, he had commanded. I didn’t have a choice. When I felt him fill me with shot after shot hot, thick cum, I exploded, our orgasms dripping down my trembling thighs as tears rolled down my checks. He spanked me, hard. Clean me off, slut, he ordered, pulling out of my pulsing pussy and shoving his wet cock in my throat so I could suck off his cum and mine.
I needed reminding, but today I have beautiful bruises to remind me for the next few days at least. *happy sigh*
photo credit: *TreMichLan*
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It’s rare that I find other stories like this, I guess… Doncha love moments like that? I hope you remembered to thank him.
These are the moments I live for – it’s when I feel most loved, as odd as that sounds (although I suspect that you and other submissive personalities know EXACTLY what I mean)!