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Wish granted, but you should be careful what you ask fo... - 10/31/2016 10:47:55 AM   
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Forty dives is a decent enough number of dives and she had already dived in some of the nicest places in the world. But tonight we would dive together some place she has never been and we would will see just how well she controls her panic, as she truly runs out of air for the first time in her life. I do so enjoy fucking with my own personal cum bucket - there is just something about it, I can’t put my finger on it, but I can almost smell it. It enters my sub-conscious and stirs the dark animal I try to hide and push away. It makes me forget my spreadsheets and the ludicrous political quotes on tv - they all fade away into a long dark tunnel as my dormant, yet deep instincts ignite and burn fiercely out of my control.

Indeed, I do smell it - I smell her moist pussy; my senses becoming so acute I can physically smell her fear as she watches me stare her down while I slowly walk across the room with two pair of handcuffs in one hand and an Israeli gas mask with it’s dangling hose, in the other. She is backing into the corner, nervously laughing as I advance. Her classic retreating prey behavior just fans the flames of my instinct to attack her and viciously rip from my cock-puppet anything I choose. But I control the predator taste in my mouth, just enough, as I have a much longer drawn-out demise in store for my very special little girl.

I smile inside as I recall our phone conversation earlier in the day. She answered the phone and began her usually jabbering when I screamed "shut the fuck up.” It caught her entirely by surprise, so I pressed my advantage, pushing my personal whore’s unbalanced moment even further. I told her I had one simple fucking question, in my favorite 'Angry Dad Voice' - “Do you consent to whatever I have in store for you this evening?” There was silence, so I pressed the red End key, knowing that would totally fuck her shit up. She would be beating herself up now, “why did I hesitate, do I call him back or do I wait for him to call me back?” I savored the next 15 minutes, with both a huge smile and a hard-on as I imagined her hand-wringing; so wanting to please me, despite being maneuvered into a no-win situation. As soon as the phone finally buzzed I immediately answered it and yelled my question again. She was ready this time and answered without hesitation, “Yes Daddy.” I cut the very end of her response off, listing in rapid fashion: Corset, black stockings and fuck me pumps - “End” call. I had set the grand stage she so loves; she would have a hard time concentrating during the afternoon, wondering what she had capitulate to and if in-fact I really was angry with her. I too was a little distracted; I love her plush curviness and it’s so accentuated by one of her corsets. I have always been a sucker for black nylons and she has great taste in shoes - just makes me want to eat her alive.

Despite our loving relationship, she still couldn’t read my thoughts, as I now moved quickly to close the distance, passing the gas mask to my left hand and suddenly snatching her by the neck - lifting and pushing her up against the wall. I just stared at her, not saying a word. She couldn’t help but look away from the raging alpha dominance, just like the good submissive prey she is. She would glance back and then look away again as her face began to turn more and more crimson. She knew to keep quiet, for whatever discipline would follow would not be sexy, fulfilling or anything she would enjoy. I was momentarily lost in a trans as I just focused on my bitch’s pulse pounding hard under my fingers. Without warning, I spun her around and kicked her right foot out - causing her to put her hands on the wall for balance and clicks, on went the first S&W M100, followed quickly by the clicking noises as the second pair being secured on the same wrist. I then carefully stabilized her, brought left arm down and fastened the second side of both cuffs, one right next to the other. Now totally under my control, I gently turned her around as there was no way for her to easily balance and I would never forgive myself if I actually hurt my little slut. I pushed her back up against the wall, hungrily kissing her deeply. She responded in kind, starting to release some of her tension that had built up over the day. Her hard long nipples on her delicious big breasts popped out of her corset and I could not avoid leaning down nipping them hard, just to hear her yelp.

I do enjoy indulging her masochism, her love of dirty talk, rough sex and being threatened, but I always want her to be safe and “comfortable,” while I torture her. For example, she is primarily a rope bunny, so I use the hard steel of the handcuffs to push her off mentally. But I always use two pair right next to each and that way they never cut into her wrists. The frenzied kissing made me so hard, I just wanted to take my prize right there; but we had the entire night, so first things first - lets makes sure she really understands just how much control she has freely pissed away.

She knew I had a gas mask, but had never seen it. Her eyes got so big and her areola started to swell as I placed it firmly over her face, quickly cinching the rubber straps tight. My cock throbbed as she made little noises through gas mask as my rough handling of the straps pulled some her hair out. I good Dom would have started out slowly, but I am a Bad-Daddy - so I sealed the end of the hose immediately over her left nipple and grabbed a handful of hair to steady her. It was so hard to keep my stern predator face on, as I was gleeful, watching her effortlessly breath out, but only creating a vacuum over her nipple as she attempted to breath in. Her exhales became smaller and smaller as she tried to suck in nonexistent air harder and harder. I watched her eyes dart back and forth and get bigger and bigger as they stared into mine. She started trying beg and negotiate as her body started to twist and move from the handful of hair that was truly in my death grip. She moved from whining to demanding I stop. This just made me want to fuck her so hard, right then and now, but patience, all in due course. For now, I simply leaned forward and whispered “Shhh - you consented.”

It’s hard to put into words the incredible rush of power and sexual appetite that rolls over me, as I control her writhing body by my handful of hair and watch her slowly descend into real panic - the build up of Co2 focusing her mind on just one thing - breathing. This exchange of power, this 100% connection between us, it’s the most intense aphrodisiac imaginable. My pet is completely consumed with fear and panic now - such a delightful beginning to her servitude this evening.

My decision now, is how long to make her suffer at this very moment - for it will be I who receives a phone call in the afternoon next Thursday and Karma is a bitch.
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