Chillin 2

Daddy stormed through the door, undid his tie and flopped it over my head as i knelt by the sofa waiting for him. He stopped in front of me, this was my signal to remove his shoes. First he sat down and tousled my hair fondly as I removed his feet from their restrictive leather covers. The sweaty musk began to rise from under his warm socks, massaging his feet instinctively to ease the ache from his day. He longed to relax.

Snapping his fingers by the side of my cheek I rose slowly. 'Does this good girl go get daddy a drink now?', I nodded anxiously and rose to fulfil his order. He then redirected himself to the sofa with his belt undone feeling his balls and had me service him as his beer holder. Touching himself occasionally sticking his hand out for his drink. Happily he sips. Patiently, I wait for him to give me attention.

After finishing the majority of the drink Daddy reaches down to touch my jaw. He places the bottle in my mouth and tells me to suck the last few drops of his beer. When I am done I place it on the ground before me, I slurp which instinctually turns into me deep throating it. The release of the glass from my mouth felt good and gave my throat some respite, despite the fact I'd gotten really good at breathing out of my nose whilst holding things in. Smirking at my work with the bottle Daddy grabbed me from my armpits and bought me between his legs. I tilted my head up towards him, he looked down at me and pushed my head forward with his fingers running through the strands of my hair. I felt equal amounts of contentment and fear. The penis at my eye level hardened, so I rubbed my face against the trousers that housed it.

Suddenly he pulled my head back and glared icily into my eyes, a sense of sexual fulfilment coursed down my spine with just that look. Shaking his head, he loved to say no to me. I tingled with a yearning for more, so instinctually I wrapped my legs around his. Giving him my biggest puppy dog eyes in a bid for permission to suck.

'You aren't normally this clingy are ya little one?'. He realises what I want.

'Oh you want my cock in your mouth? To satisfy your little oral fixation?'. Giggling at me, he shakes his head in a manly manner whilst considering whether I deserve it. This caused me to squeeze my limbs tighter grasping on to him with all the desire in my body. Never wanting to let go, every unfulfilled need from my past lives in the way I was so magnetically attached to his body. Peering at me he shook his head and stood. I shook at the force of his elevation, still clinging, hard as I could.

'Not now, you can perform that service later.'

Wiggling his leg I was rebuffed, forced to let go and dumped on the floor. Pouting I shot him a hardened stare. His stare penetrative as I recoiled beneath it - part of me felt pain at his disdain. Shaking his head he snorted/laughed whilst I remained under him. My body quivered as this happened, I was hurt at being separated from him so soon, although his sadistic side did not seem to care. I was confused. I thought Men enjoyed my mouth around their genitals.

Walking away he left the room and went in to the kitchen. My puzzlement continued.

Then all of a sudden I heard a shout from the other room. 'Kitten, my sweet baby can you get in here please?' my nipples hardened upon being called for. Excitedly I got up on my feet and scampered in to the kitchen to find him stood with an ice bucket. Grinning at me he gestured I come toward him with my index finger. Naturally being obsessed with him I obeyed, so filled with adoration I did not adequately observe the situation. Grabbing me by the pussy he pulled me closer, grabbing a cube - to place it on my right nipple. I shuddered, yet the chill was sweet relief from the ache as he had been keen on torturing them for a week, nipple clamps and pinching. Also a lot of biting. Obviously it wasn't my place to question where this fixation came from, he liked to see me suffer. Although I could guess that it stemmed from his desire to regress and suckle life force from my teat.

That's what I like about our relationship. The fact he uses me for his own good and I am a servant to his will, consistent in my obedience. Being his object of and for devotion. Everything he does has a purpose and trains me to better love/receive love. In all forms. As the thoughts flew through my freezing brain that was still stimulated by the pressing ice on my most sensitive parts.

He pulled the block off and pulled my other breast out, teasing the other nipple momentarily before forcing the cube in my mouth. Eliciting a smirk and cocky glance acknowledging how much I dislike asymmetry. One nip was slightly firmer than the other. I pouted from my cold mouth.

Biting down on the object in my possession he pulled my panties down and bid me step out of them. Then he undid my bra - easily. Now fully naked I longed to sink to my knees before him in shame and submission. This I did not do. Instead I stood there presenting myself, all of myself, to him.

Ice was inserted into my front hole. I gasped, thinking that he was the love of my life. Despite his harshness. Again I was grabbed and led by the hair to his room. Used to this treatment I was thrown on the bed after being slapped on the ass. In his other hand was an ice bucket that he placed on the side. Shaking his head he snarled at my pathetic whimpering.

Somehow I was never good enough for him and didn't he love to remind me of it. A pretty standard evening between us. Painful. A candle was lit and my pussy tingled anticipating what I was to be put through next. I lay there knowing that moving would be met with punishment. He then dripped the wax on one breast and placed ice on the other. Leading me to wriggle.

'Don't move, squirmy girl. I want you to take this my beloved bitch. Can you do that for me?'

Fear was in my eyes as they connected to his. I nodded for him and bit my lip. Not enjoying the opposing sensations on my chest.

'Good.'

He moved on to attacking my pussy, pulling his cock out and jabbing it with all his might. My hole was being aggressed to the point that I forgot about the affront to my nervous system from higher up. Until, he placed his hand on his trusty friends (my boobs) for stability and further closeness. In and out he worked on my pussy to relieve his member. By the time he was done the wax had dried and was beginning to flake off of me, just before he came he began to pick it off. Naturally this added to my pain. I was then jizzed on. My face, chest and neck. Whining I looked and noticed that cum also lay atop my tendrils. Smiling at his work he sucked my wet titty from where the ice cube had melted. Enhancing his grin he flicked the contrasting red nub reaching over for an ice cube. After blowing the wet one dry he added more scalding wax, making his way down to eat my pussy.

Again pain and pleasure swirled through my brain like a beautiful symphony of FEELING. When he was done done he spanked the organ betwixt my legs causing me to jitter, so much so tears were summoned to my ducts. Returning to my breasts he repeated his previous method of worship, lifting his head to say 'What to do with you now?' I squeaked, fully aware he wasn't expecting an answer.

As much as I adored him, he was a master that had little mercy. Yet there was no doubt in my mind about who owned me. This was his hell and I his minion.