shikinah
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My heart was pounding as I stood at the doorway of the Room. The mood was set, candles in all four corners of the floor burning, but certainly not in a romantic setting. There are clean white sheets on the queen size bed and all the instruments in place.
I look over and see daddy’s Alpha Tau Omega wooden paddle on the table next to the metal nipple clamps, and the St. Andrew’s cross has been rolled from against the wall to the middle of the room.
Daddy is never one to use any tools on me because he knows how effective his bare hands can be on my body. He can slap, smack, probe and grab, and it gets the message across.
I am scared to move and I just stand like a child waiting for its punishment. I hear his footsteps coming down the hall. He enters and stops and stands directly behind me. I can feel him starting at me from behind. He steps close enough where I can feel his breathe on my neck and shoulders.
He brushes my hair to one side of my neck and whispers in my ear, “I am going to make you beg for my cock little girl. You will never come home late to me again.” The words sent a shiver through me.
He walks around me and takes a seat in his mahogany leather sofa chair in the corner of the room.
“Strip bitch!” he demands. Daddy was being exceptionally dominate with me. His eyes glued to my face because he knew how I felt about undressing for him. I unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. I stepped out. The black satin garter would not be so easy. I struggled and I could see this look of impatience on his face. After a bit of a challenge I wiggle out of it, being left with just my panty and heels on. I take off my shoes and then slowly remove my panty. I stood there as he examined me.
“Let me hear it.” He says.
I knew what he wanted to hear.
I raised my arms in the air and with my left hand touched my right hand, “This belongs to daddy.” Then my wrist, “This belongs to daddy.” Then my arm, my shoulders every part of my body belonged to my daddy all the way to my toes.
He sits back and smiles.
“Do you believe all that you have just said little one?” he asks
“I do daddy.” I respond
“Then that means that daddy can do whatever the hell he wants with each one of those parts. And I will.” He says with a sly smile on his face. “Assume the position.” I do as I am told.
“Hands and knees, legs spread wide, that’s my good girl.”
Daddy smiled slightly as I rushed to obey. He gets up, grabs he neck tie from the coat rack, comes around the back of me and covers my eyes.
“If you don’t see what’s coming you won’t know what to be afraid of.” As he ties it tight around my head.
I hear him unzip his pants and removing his clothes. It doesn’t take his long to get back in front of me when I feel a pinch on my right nipple and I gasp. He leaves it there for a moment for the pain to set in and then the left nipple is next. He rub around my areola feelings the goose bumps as the pressure from the clamps cause a reaction to the most sensitive part of my body. I use my controlled breathing as he has taught me to move myself through the pain.
He takes his hand and runs it along the slit of my pussy, and no surprise to daddy, I am wet.
I can feel his smile. Then he gives my pussy a quick slap.
“Such a little slut.” He says, and he is right. For him always.
He grabs my face kiss me with violence and whisper into my mouth, “Time to put this mouth to work.”
Daddy stands up and before I could have another thought he is holding my jaw and shoving his manhood in my mouth. No foreplay, just a nice steady pumping of mouth fucking. Daddy knows how much I enjoy his cock, but he was not doing this for my pleasure.
“Open wide for daddy. That’s a good girl. Take your medicine.” He says in a smooth, silky voice.
Pushing his cock further and further to the back of my throat, I am trying to catch my breath.
“Breathe bitch!” He yells.
I am trying to breathe and feel myself gagging. He can feel it as well and pulls out in time. He gets down in my face, gives me a quick slap and tells me I better not vomit or bring up anything on this floor, not even his cum.
He holds my head with both hands and goes at it again. Pumping his hard, thick cock in my mouth. My pussy is twitching, the juices are draining and all I have is a visual in my mind of how primal he must look right now, raping my mouth. All I could think to myself is that as much as he believes he is taking, I am giving because I want nothing more than for him to exude his authority and power over me, to put me in my place and remind me whose I am.
His cock becomes enlarged and starts to pulsate in my mouth and a load of his cum drains down the back of my throat. I suck and suck and suck until he eases it out. I feel some residual draining to the side of my mouth and I lick it with my tongue.
Daddy is overwhelmed and is breathing hard, but it doesn’t slow him down. He grabs my arm and moves me over to the St. Andrews Cross. I step up facing the cross with my back to him. He buckles in my wrists then my ankles. Giving me just enough wiggle room to back up and stick out my ass.
To be continued......
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But Daddy....Part 2 - 
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