My Daddy and Owner set me a task to depict a first experience and how I envisage it. I wrote this for him, upon reading it, Daddy extended my task to posting the story publically as he enjoyed it and wanted to see others reactions to my task. I have never posted anything publically and I appreciate Daddy for pushing me to share this with the world.
To add a little context, I may only refer to the cunt that Daddy owns as his cunt. So as you read you won't see me refer to it as mine as it does not belong to me. I am. Also in long term orgasm denial. My Daddy and I have a relationship based on absolute consent (CNC) and it is utterly wonderful.
We enter the front door, my hand in yours. Your thumb brushes over my knuckles reassuringly. As you wouldn't let me carry my own bags, you tell me to wait on the couch whilst you bring everything in. I sink nervously down to the sofa, twisting the bottom of the dress you chose in my hands.
When you've brought in the bags you walk to where I am sitting and tell me to kneel. I gracefully manoeuvre to the floor, shaking slightly. Bending slightly, you tilt my face up to plant a soft kiss on my lips. Instantly calming my nerves, I feel you place a soft leather collar around my neck, a tag rattling softly as you do. I feel grounded and connected, leaning against your leg, finally in my safe space at your feet. Everything suddenly feels right in the world.
You brush your thumb across my cheek and whisper, "Bunny, Daddy is going to shower but whilst I do, I want you to put on these headphones and watch the links Daddy sent you earlier today. OK?"
"Yes Daddy," I murmur quietly, afraid to break the calm silence you've created in my mind. After you pass me my phone and headphones you give me another tender kiss and stroke my hair, then disappear to shower. I stay kneeling in my new collar and open up the files you sent.
I'm assaulted by flashing images, spirals, strange noises and a voice repeating phrases over and over. I instantly get drawn in, feeling my brain melt away as I watch the flashes of brutality in between the spirals. I don't know how long you leave me there, drooling and empty-headed.
I become vaguely aware of your presence behind me but the brainwashing clips you've made me watch still hold my attention. Staring blankly at them, mouth hanging open and drool cascading down the dress front. You purposefully picked a demure modest outfit, making me look innocent and pure. The checked pinafore almost like a school uniform.
You walk over and I jump as your hand finds its way into my hair. Pulling me away from the screen firmly and pulling the headphones off. You can tell from my blank eyes, my brain has dripped out of your owned cunt.
I nuzzle your crotch needily. Mewling loudly and begging wordlessly. You slap my face harshly "No-no, my needy little bunny. First Daddy needs to inspect you, all fours," your words firm and strong.
I whine but move quickly into the position you've taught me. I've been practising each position, trying to perfect it for you. I keep my head up, my back slightly arched. You move to my face. Crouching and cradling it in your hands, I lean against it, taking strength in your touch. You begin probing your fingers into my open mouth, I start to suck which earns me another slap.
"Inspection means you do not move, you do not make a sound. Understood babycunt?" your words clipped, leaving no room for interpretation.
I nod my head slightly and leave my mouth slack around your fingers as you push into my throat. I gag quietly and drool over them. You test my throat for another minute or so before trailing your wet hand down to my udders, tugging and squeezing them through the fabric of my pinafore. I try desperately not to arch into your touch. You stand and move away for a moment. Surveying me.
"Head a little higher little one, feet a little wider," you dictate 'Perfect,see you learn so quick for a dumb little animal," praising me when I follow your instructions.
You move to my ass, flipping my dress up, rubbing, squeezing and lightly slapping. You squeeze and slap my thighs and soles of my feet. I can't help but scrunch them up which earns me a growled, "Behave."
Moving the crotch of my panties you see your glistening pussy, begging to be touched, months of orgasm denial leaving me sensitive and swollen. At this thought, I remind myself, I cannot be denied orgasms as they do not belong to me.
Without warning you push a finger into it, your cunt clenching hard around it. You test another finger and feel your cunt stretch around them. Your other hand moves to your denied achey button. I mewl loudly, this time you choose to allow it. You pull your now lubed fingers from your kitty and start to move them to your ass. I tense and you whisper to relax, that Daddy won't hurt me. I relax a little and feel you pressing on my little virgin hole. Eventually working a finger in, you chuckle as I moan.
"So needy for a little anal virgin," you mock as you gently fuck my ass until I fully relax, then push a second finger in. I mewl loudly and try to move away. You slap across my ass cheek leaves a sting, reminding me never to move away from Daddy. You play with my little virgin hole, rubbing my button all the while. When you sense I'm getting close you stop both, stand up and walk away.
I desperately want to follow but know there would be severe consequences if I crawled after you. I begin to shake, overcome with the need to be close to you, to feel your touch. After what seems like an eternity you return. Telling me to kneel up so you can give me instructions. I obey and look up at you, with sweet adoring eyes.
"Now look at the mess you've made of you pretty dress. Let Daddy help you out of it, messy little beast." scolding me with a softness to your voice. I lift my arms so you can tug the dress up over my head. I feel self-conscious in the pink lacey underwear you made me buy. Little bows making me feel small and innocent.
I try to hide and you slap me hard across the face. My ears ringing, you smile as I say thank you Daddy and rain down several more hard slaps. My bottom lip starts to quiver, preempting tears. You stop and shoo me up the stairs.