"Just understand this: the minute you cross my threshold, you are submissive to me. That is my only condition. In my house, you submit."
It has been so long.
The slow dance of fear, anticipation, doubt and hope.
But hope over all.
First messages, missteps, calls, coffee, talking, creating safety, managing fear and baby steps, baby steps.
It's taken so long, so very long.
And all that time, your need grew.
Your need, rising like a silent scream.
Your need, loneliness and endless disappointment.
The sheer tedious mediocrity of mundane men, wheeling past, flirting, leering, unable to fulfil that need welling up from deep inside. Not just for physical gratification, hell, you have a wand for that.
But to be seen, known and understood. To feel something beyond the ordinary, something powerful and overwhelming. To know that intensity, to surrender to it, to be swept away in a torrent, all control lost, tumbling and twisting in the stream. And yet safe. Perfectly safe. Known, held and understood.
Unaware, your lips part slightly and a low whimpering moan escapes.
"Little one?"
You start from your reverie, suddenly back in the world, the night, Daddy's car. You look over, panicked, and he gazes steadily back. Calm, sure and filled with concern for your wellbeing. Your eyes seeking reassurance and calm. He knows you, understands you. You want to submit. Your whole being vibrates with fear, but you want this, need this. Need overriding fear in an agonising ache of anticipation. Suddenly impatient, you want this now. Right now! No more waiting! Squirming in your seat, sticky with desire, in torment.
Daddy smiles 'Not long now, little one'.
He knows you, sees you. He understands.
And then you arrive, the car pulling quietly to a halt. He opens the door, releasing you from the metal cage. Dressed exactly as per His instruction, for His pleasure. For Him. His princess, the object of His adoration, His most prized possession. Simply, His.
And approach the door, fear growing as a knot inside you, the unknown, his words echoing in your head. He turns, takes both your hands in His. Raises them up, softly kisses you with tenderness and care.
"Are you ready, kitten?"
Fearful, you raise your eyes to him and nod, almost imperceptibly and he smiles, turns and leads you over the threshold.
A fleeting impression of candles, fire and understated good taste, you barely have time to take in your surroundings before He draws you to him, His sure strong hands guiding you towards him, lifting your chin, seeking your soft lips, parting ready for him. He kisses you, overpoweringly strong, yet with infinite care, His hand rising to your exposed neck, encircling it with His powerful fingers, holding you, so helpless, completely open and vulnerable to him it makes your heart soar with wordless joy. All conscious choice and thought stilled now, overwhelmed by slow-spreading, blissful yearning.
Safe.
The knowledge that what you crave so much is at last within reach. So grateful for your big, strong, Daddy for guiding you to this place, for seeing your need, for answering your call. Right now you wouldn't exchange places with anyone for anything. Kissing you deeply, consuming you, His hands find yours, trapping them, down and back, pinioned in place behind you. So exposed, so helplessly his, you barely notice the bonds click into place, securing your wrists. restrained, helpless, in his arms, he slowly separates the kiss, hand once more in place on your throat, gently, yes with the impression of power and strength held, reserved and in control. His free hand moving downwards, lifting aside your sheer flimsy dress and dipping his fingers into you, feeling your naked desire, slick, wet and so needy, whimperingly pleading for Him to touch you. But not yet. And lifting them to your line of sight, you see his fingers glistening. He places them in your mouth. You taste yourself on him. And you are lost.
"Kneel"
This is not a request. It is a command. The first of so many your heart aches for. He has shown you so much already, you want to please Him, to serve Him, to make Him proud and happy. To be His babygirl, his everything, his precious one.
"Yes Daddy"
Your voice so small and weak against his, your body so weak, you sink helpless to your knees in the middle of the room and gaze up, eyes round and wide, seeking His eyes then glancing down, unsure of His desires, His needs. With His index finger, He lifts your chin so you can see Him smile, at your presence, your obedience, your submission.
Wordless, He picks a collar from the side and gently encircles your throat once more, clicking the leash into place. Collared now, restrained and on your knees.
"Good girl"
Pleasure rushes through you. How could two words render you so weak?
Your pussy already drools in need, wetting your panties through, signalling your desire.
He walks slowly around you, drinking in the sight of His precious new toy, calculating how best to use you, His eyes cut through you. You just want to serve Him.
Somehow you find the courage to speak.
"Please Daddy?"
The words come out small and pleading.
"Yes, little one?"
"Please Daddy, may I take you in my mouth, Sir?"
"I need to pleasure you, Sir."
"Please may your babygirl be of service? Please may I worship your cock, Sir?"
"Since you ask so nicely, kitten, of course you may."
You watch with breathless anticipation as He slowly unbuttons his fly, his cock suddenly springing free: erect, hard and dripping with pre-cum. Daddy is as excited as his little one. And that makes your heart sing. Shuffling forwards, arms bound, you rise on your knees take him into your mouth. His firm, soft hardness invades you, a gasp coming from Daddy's lips as you swirl your tongue softly over his manhood, your tongue caressing the head, lapping at the firm, pulsing flesh, pleasing Daddy, making him proud. Concentrating all your attention on him, his hand gently falling upon your head, steadying you, guiding you.
Deeper now.
Greedy kitten wanting to take all of Daddy in her mouth.
To consume him, to be at one with him.
Dirty kitten, wanting to hear Him pushing at the back of her throat, wanting to hear the gluck, gluck, gluck of Him pushing deeper and deeper inside your mouth, your throat, inside you, invading you and making you whole.
Wanting to swallow all of him.
Wanting to be used for his pleasure.
Wanting to feel his cock twitch and pulse in your mouth.
To worship, to serve, sucking greedily, desperate to please Him, to feel Him inside you, to be filled.
Tears coursing down your cheeks, smearily mixing with the drool from your mouth, unheeded, unknowing, all you know is his manhood, invading you, serving for his pleasure for seems like an age, until Daddy pushes your head deep into his hips, your jaw fully stretched, Daddy's cock firmly lodged, far past your gag reflex, for what seems like an age, you helplessly staring up at him. Controlled. Used. Unable to breathe. And so, so happy.
With a wet gasp, the seal breaks as he pulls back your head, bubbles of spit sliding down your chin, so primal, so beautiful, so used.
And Daddy looks deep into your eyes.
"It is time, little one", he says, and leads you upstairs
There is such a lovely array of toys, arranged neatly beside the bed. Restraints, gags, vibrators and all manner of devices for heightening sensation compete for your attention. But one little group of them make you catch your breath. A trio of matching buttplugs in sizes small, medium and terrifying.
Your eyes widen in fearful anticipation as you see them up close, but Daddy is watching. Determined not to disappoint him, your face slowly resolves into and expression of quiet determination.
You want this.
You need this.
You ache for Daddy to take you deeper.
To push you further into helpless submission. You can already feel it in your mind, your Daddy sliding them in and out, controlling your helpless body, your holes dripping, pulsing, twitching. You want to beg me to spare you the biggest one, to make it easy on you, to be gentle.
