"I don't care what you do for the next ten minutes but be right here when I get out of the shower," Daddy says as approaches me from behind, dropping the strap into my lap, causing me to jump a little.
I look up at him in confusion.
"You need a few spankings before we go to the movie," Daddy explains but he's looking at me like that was obvious.
"I want you to be sore enough that you're reminded about what I'm going to do to you later tonight."
My cheeks heat and I say nothing as I blush, I just watch Daddy's retreating back as he heads for the bathroom. I don't move from my spot in one of the armchairs of our bedroom except to reach down and pick up the strap, bringing the soft leather up to rub against my cheek absently, nuzzling it almost.
I lay the strap across my body and over my breasts, almost like a seatbelt, before I pick up my phone and mindlessly scroll through TikTok videos while I wait for Daddy to finish his shower, trying to keep myself distracted enough to not get too excited. If I enjoy punishments or tasks that I'm not supposed to enjoy too much, Daddy has threatened to buy an even bigger dildo for me to have to work into my holes and that's been a good deterrent, lately. I can't imagine taking anything bigger than Big Daddy. I have to use a lot of lube and take my time with the gigantic dildo we already have!
Daddy doesn't even take a full ten minutes to finish his shower so I'm glad I didn't move. I watch him get dressed with hungry, lidded eyes. His long blonde hair is wet and falling around his shoulders. I can see water droplets in his beard. I watch a drop fall and run down the side of his neck, before cascading over the tattoo on his chest, and I have to look away so I don't start salivating.
Fuck me. This man is delicious.
When he's fully dressed, he beckons me to come stand in front of him and I do, my steps a little hesitant and nervous, the strap in my hand. He takes me into his arms before turning me in them, my back to his front, and reaching around for the buttons on my jeans. His chin rests on my shoulder.
"Bend over," he growls in my ear, one hand pushing me down with pressure between my shoulder blades and resting my torso on our bed.
He slides my jeans and panties over the curve of my ass and they both pool around my ankles, leaving me exposed. He reaches over me, taking the strap from my tight hold in one hand while his other caresses my plump ass cheek, squeezing possessively.
"How many do you need, baby?" he asks, his voice gruff.
Well, if this isn't a fucking trick question. The strap is a mean impact toy, the kind that lights you on fire and can leave welts. I can't handle a lot of it. But if I give him a number too small, I'll be in trouble for that too, I'm sure.
"Five, Daddy?" I say questioningly.
"That's a good number," Daddy says. "Let's give you five."
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That was the LONGEST fucking movie I've ever seen in my entire LIFE. I kept having to press my thighs together, squirming in my seat, to try and get some relief. The squirming served to remind me of how sore my ass was which would just make me wetter and more achy and desperate. Daddy's hand was on my upper thigh, so CLOSE to my pussy for more than two hours throughout most of the movie without making a single move to help me release all of this pent up sexual energy.
"Make me a drink, baby," I hear Daddy say.
I'm standing in our closet, taking off my jewelry, and I slide the last few rings off my fingers as I answer him, placing them in a decorative bowl.
"Yes, my Daddy."
I've already stripped down to just my panties and I grab a silk robe and wrap it around myself tying it securely around my waist as I exit the bedroom and practically skip down the stairs.
To save myself a lot of future trips, I grab the ice bucket from the minibar in the living room on my way into the kitchen, filling it up using the dispenser on the front of the fridge. I grab the entire box of ginger beer I just bought and a bottle of vodka, gripping it around the neck as I carry my loot back upstairs. Now I can make Daddy lots of drinks without having to leave our bedroom! I'm very proud of myself.
Daddy had me order a glass to serve him drinks in. I was allowed to choose the inscription on the glass and it's a surprise. It just showed up in the mail yesterday. I'm so excited for him to see it. I mix his drink expertly before extending the full glass out to him, the words "His Brat, His Bitch, His Bartender" clearly visible.
Daddy grins wickedly when he sees it.
"Thank you, baby. I love it."
He takes the drink from me and sets it aside on the bench at the foot of our bed. He's sitting shirtless, in nothing but a pair of tight, dark briefs, in the very same arm chair that I had been sitting in earlier, before my tear-filled pre-movie spankings.
"Now, let's have you get down here, on your knees, and fill your tummy with Daddy's cum so we can get to the real fun."
He waggles his eyebrows suggestively as his wicked grin widens.
I'm giggling as I walk to him and sink to my knees before him on the cushion he's already placed there for me. My hands reach up for the waistband on his briefs, my fingers hooking beneath it allowing his hardening cock to spring free. My mouth literally begins to water at the sight of it.
I waste no time and need no encouragement to take him into my mouth, swallowing him down until he bottoms out in the back of my throat. I throw everything I have at showing him how much I love to worship his cock, the sounds of my slurping and gagging filling the room and making my pussy dampen impossibly further. I reach up and cup his balls with one hand as I moan and groan around his cock, my head bobbing up and down eagerly, Daddy's hands snaking into my hair and anchoring my mouth to his dick, not allowing me much space to back up for a lungful of air. He fucks up into my mouth then and I close my eyes as I hold on for the ride, focusing on the feeling of the large vein running up the underside of his cock carving a hot path along my tongue.
It doesn't take him long before hot jets of sperm are erupting and coating the inside of my mouth, the salty taste sharp on my tongue. I capture it all, holding it in my mouth as I slowly, leisurely lean back on my haunches. Daddy's eyes are on mine.
"Show me."
I stick out my tongue, careful to not spill a drop, and show Daddy his cum before smiling and swallowing dramatically.
"Thank you, my Daddy," I say, my words almost coming out slurred as I bask in the hazy glow of just having had my brain shut off and my mouth thoroughly fucked.
"Good girl," Daddy exhales, his words sounding a little post-nut slurred himself.
After a few moments of catching our breath, Daddy is already giving me more instructions.
"Daddy wants to watch a show. You're gonna put your collar around that pretty little neck and cuffs on your wrists and come sit here at my feet until I'm ready to use you or I need a drink. Bring the lube and one of the plugs I had you pick out earlier. Get your leash too."
He had had me pick out two plugs earlier, among an array of other things he plans to use tonight. I chose the small vibrating plug, a favorite, and The Drill - the long ten inch corkscrew silicone butt plug that is the biggest thing I've ever had in my asshole to date.
I get up and scramble to follow his directions. I have to be strategic in which plug I choose to use first. The vibrating plug is always a good time but it's small and I think Daddy intends to fuck my ass tonight. It won't properly prepare me for the pounding I will likely take. I grab The Drill, hoping I've planned this right, and return to my position at Daddy's feet. I quickly fasten the cuffs around my wrists and then the collar around my throat, attaching the leash to the O-ring in front, and I hand Daddy the handle.
He doesn't command me to put the plug in right away which is what I'm expecting. No, he really does start up a movie and seemingly ignores me while he watches the opening credit scene. I try really hard not to fidget, to be a good girl and hold still.
Daddy's other hand comes up and plays with my hair and I lean into him, resting my head on his firm thigh with a little sigh of contentment. We watch in silence for a few minutes before the hand playing in my hair stills.
"You're pretty brave to choose the biggest plug we have, baby. How long do you think you can sit here for Daddy and fuck your ass with it?"
I have no fucking idea! How long is long enough? What is the least amount of time I can get away with but still make Daddy proud? This fucker is BIG.
"Twenty minutes?" I squeak out.
Daddy laughs darkly.
"Oh, you shouldn't have said that. Your poor asshole!"
I start to panic.
"Ten minutes, Daddy?!" I plead.
He shakes his head slowly. I will not be getting out of this.
"Oh, no, baby. I think twenty minutes was the right answer."
He abruptly stands and I lift my head to watch him. He bought a chair on Facebook Marketplace a few weeks ago and a bunch of O-rings to attach to it so he can tie me up in all kinds of ways, he just hasn't gotten around to it yet. It's this chair he lifts and brings to set it a few feet in front of his chair before returning to his seat and commanding me to strip off my robe and panties and bend over the chair in front of him, my ass and pussy on display.
"The timer starts when the plug is all the way in your ass, BabyGirl."
My cheeks heat at the knowledge that my Daddy's eyes are on my asshole. I love it and hate it equally, my mind warring between my desire to be the filthiest slut ever and the shame I feel at how much I love being humiliated like this.
I lift my upper body from the chair and sit back on my heels, pouring lube from the bottle in my hand and coating the giant plug, giving it a few nice strokes. I also put a bead of lube on a finger and reach back to spread it around my puckered hole making sure I'm fully prepared to stretch myself for my Daddy's entertainment.
I lean forward again, bring the tip of the plug to my asshole with my right hand while gripping the side of the chair with my left for leverage. I slowly begin to push the plug in, applying steady pressure and trying to relax my tight channel, before pulling out and pushing back in further. It takes me a few minutes to fully work the plug into my asshole and bottom out on it.
"Daddy!" I gasp as the feeling of fullness overwhelms me and I hang my head, a sob escaping my lips.
"Good girl," he praises, "Twenty minutes. Let's see you ruin your asshole for me, baby. I want it to be so open and gaping that when I go to fuck it, I can't even fucking feel it. You hear me?"
"Yes, Daddy!" I cry out, gripping the base of the plug and thrusting it roughly in and out of my abused hole.
"Look at you. You love that. Such a disgusting, dumb bitch."
I begin crying in earnest when I feel Daddy's foot teasing my dripping pussy, before slipping a few toes inside me. Holy fucking shit! I am NOT about to cum on Daddy's foot. No fucking way!
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" I plead over and over as I try to move away from his probing foot. I can't do this. I can't fucking do this! It's so shameful!
Daddy's foot continues to invade my slut cunt and I can't help but to grind down on it, still fucking my ass with the The Drill as Daddy watches. I am so embarrassed and humiliated and wet. I cum on Daddy's foot like the shameful little slut I am and Daddy is laughing at me, which only makes me cum harder.
"Look at you!" Daddy says again. "Are you proud of yourself?"
"No, Daddy!" I answer back on a sob.
A sadistic sigh of satisfaction falls from his lips and it lights me on fire. He loves it when I hate it almost as much as I need it.
"Get up. Keep that plug in your ass. Keep fucking yourself. Do you need a vibrator?"
"Yes, Daddy!" I cry as I shakily try to get to my feet and hold the plug in my ass at the same time.
Daddy hands me a vibrator, switching it on for me, and then commands me to walk to the other side of the chair and bend over it while I fuck myself, this time facing Daddy instead of away from him, his hand still holding my leash.
I kneel on the floor, one hand fucking my asshole with The Drill and the other holding the vibrator to my clit. My face is planted into the cushion of the arm-less chair as I squirm and moan. I feel a tap on the top of my head and I lift it in response.
