Soaring like a kite, I am high on lust. It's as simple as that. Daddy knows how to raise me up to levels where the only thing that matters is getting fucked and looking back on his perfect planning of this night, all that mattered to him was seeing me get just that.
Still sitting on the plush bar stool where I had been wined, dined and teased, daddy now nuzzles my hair and neck making me shiver. After a few minutes he tells me to get up. I obey and he pulls my wrists behind me ordering me to keep them there. Next thing I know I am blindfolded and he is guiding me away from the table slowly. Anywhere... I would go with him. He knows it.
Being deprived of my vision I am keenly aware of sounds and smells as we move through the building. Stopping for a few minutes I am sure we were in an elevator by the movement and that there were others with us but no one made a sound. Continuing on I hear my pony boots clopping against a hard surface of a big room smelling of smoke and alcohol ... and men. Yes I can smell them and after awhile I can hear them, their distinct footsteps, aftershave, and low voices fill the room. Slowly, whom I still believe to be daddy, presses me forward and my hip bones rest on something hard. It must be a table of sorts. I am bent forward, breasts mashed into the table, my hands still behind my back. My face rests to the side against a cold hard slab of felt... a pool table is what it must be.
"Ziiipp" goes my skirt, one long zipper that held it around my hips is undone and it is removed leaving me nude from the waist down. More hands than can just be daddy's pull at my legs, planting my feet wide apart but firmly on the ground. I feel my ankle cuffs being tugged and an attempt to move one of my feet confirms that I am now tied, legs apart. I am secured to and bent over a pool table. My arms are still voluntarily behind my back as I listen to faint male voices in the room but I cannot make out what is being said. I no longer sense daddy close and I struggle between trying to remain calm and a lustful excitement growing deep inside the me. I know anyone in the room has access to me now and yet I remain untouched. I am simply allowed to bask in my hunger and vulnerability and it is exquisite.
Adjusting my boots against the floor I almost feel forgotten as they enjoy their evening. Then unexpectedly my head is straightened, chin resting squarely on the pool table. Something is being strapped to my head and suddenly the blindfold is slid away. It has been replaced with blinders so that I can not see beside or behind me only forward where a large monitor is placed on the pool table. Suddenly it is fed a video source and there larger than life I stare at an upward shot of my trimmed bush and shaved pussy lips. I am a bound but active participant in a video I can't tear my eyes from. Then I flinch before it even strikes. A cat o nine tails is slapped against my inner thighs then dragged upward over my pussy lips. Daddy is making sure I am awake and sensitive. Grunting as it strikes repeatedly the backs of my thighs, I tense a bit before it is dragged again over my pussy lips. I watch it all. I feel it all. I want it all.