"78 Charlie, 78 David to back, for the lar-..."
Fuck. She paused to collect herself, her jaw tight, eyes closed.
"...larceny report, 7945 Alexander...........Hhhhhhamilton drive......"
Another set of small pauses as she tried to keep it together. She rushed to try to get out the final part of her radio transmission without faltering....and failed.
"Caller reports packages taken from her porch overnnnnnniiiiight...........09:35."
She stepped off the pedal that enabled her to transmit without using her hands to press a button. Essential for a Dispatcher, who had to be able to rapidly type. Had her coworkers noticed? Fortunately, it didn't seem so.
Fuck fuck fuck... damn him.... Dammit Daddy!!!! Why the fuck did she ever agree to this?
She knew full well. Because He was her Daddy. And what Daddy says goes. Sure, she had a safeword, but she was way too stubborn to actually use it. To her own demise on more than one occasion. Demise in the sense of having to explain embarrassing situations to her coworkers.
Her Daddy was a cop on the zone she dispatched. It was how they met. Subtly flirtatious messages between her dispatch terminal and the computer in His cruiser became much more flirtatious when they moved their communications to phone messaging. They discovered they had a mutual love and attraction to kink, and their friendship blossomed into a full BDSM relationship. She was very much the Alpha at work. She had to be, to keep those Type A Officers in line. And she was damned good at her job. She had the respect of her colleagues. But that role of being in charge meant in her personal life she was drawn to giving up control and being in a bottom role. Daddy was sort of a masochist to the job, and in many ways put it first in His life. So it only made sense for Him to take a Sadistic Top role with His partners. Including her.
He was older than her, which made the Daddy/daughter dynamic work well between them. He was much more experienced in BDSM than her, so naturally He fell into the role of being her teacher, mentor, protector. From within her He brought out her interest in pushing her boundaries. She was drawn to all the things she had yet to experience: anal play, breath play, consensual non-consent, breast/nipple "torture", forced orgasm control and denial amongst many other things.
And at the moment, one of those things involved a remote control vibrating egg, which was currently nestled in her pussy, lodged behind her g spot. Daddy had given it to her the last time they were together. He decided to cash in on punishment for some of the infractions she had accumulated for violating rules. Some of those violations were honest mistakes on her part. Forgetting to tell Him she was cumming once, because she was overwhelmed by the sensation and deep in subspace. Sometimes, she intentionally broke the rules because she knew she'd get punished for it. At the moment however, she was questioning the wisdom of those decisions.
He had ordered her to wear the egg inside her for an entire week. At random times, He'd activate it through an app on her phone. Usually, it was in a more innocuous setting, such as when she was watching TV at home or exercising in her basement. But there were a few times the Sadist in Him must have known that she was talking with her mom on the phone, or driving somewhere, grocery shopping, etc. Those points were a little more challenging.
Up to now, He had never done anything while she was on duty, other than ordering her on a break to play with her sensitive nipples in the restroom. And order her to wear a butt plug, to remind her of who owned her ass....
But he upped the game tonight. Fucking Daddy, He did it while she was at her dispatch station. Worse, while she was transmitting. She knew He must have been monitoring her, and seemed to know the exact moment to activate it. Even worse, she had the butt plug firmly implanted in her ass. And the egg rested against it through the thin membrane of flesh separating her pussy from her rectum. When the vibrations kicked in, not only did they stimulate her g spot, they caused the plug to vibrate as well. She didn't know how sensitive her ass was until He trained her to put things into her ass. His cock being her favorite, the butt plug a tie with a strapon when wielded by a woman she happened click with and a woman whom Daddy ordered to sodomize His dirty daughter.
She was soaking wet. And it took everything to maintain her composure. Could her colleagues hear the buzzing coming from between her thighs? They must, it felt like it was loud as fuck. But as she covertly glanced around, it appeared the cavernous space of the dispatch floor combined with the sounds of computer fans, conversations, and the typing on keyboards that the vibrations were well masked. She felt a mix of relief with the dread that Daddy probably knew this and it wouldn't be the last time He tortured her like this. The question was, would He just intermittently activate it, enough to keep her stimulated, or would He make her cum? That could prove to be disastrous, as she tended to vocalize when she came and it was nearly impossible to remain still. She had been trained to minimize these things that would telegraph her state of affairs, but there were times that no matter how much effort she employed it was pretty obvious.
She texted Him.
"Please Daddy, don't do this...."
"Do what, little whore?"
"You know! The egg! I'm dying here...they're gonna find out."
"No they won't"
"Please Daddy! Please, I'll do anything!"
"I know you will...hehehe"
Bastard.
"I hate you Daddy."
That last one made Him chuckle. He knew it wasn't true, but He took great enjoyment in her suffering. As much as she said otherwise, He knew she did too. And He "rewarded" her with a particularly long duration of activation. He could visualize her squirming in her chair, taking deep breaths. Doubtful her coworkers would notice, but in her state of mind she would question that.
He deactivated it to let her dispatch out a high priority call. He would never put anyone's safety at risk for their pleasure. She knew that and was grateful. She was a professional, and despite her mind and body wanting to take her someplace else, she maintained her composure. Also fortunate was that he was one of the officers dispatched, so she knew she'd have a break for a bit.
She became engaged in conversation with two of her other dispatchers, and for a bit the talk slightly distracted her. Then He did it again. Dammit, He must have cleared the call. He had the worst timing. For her. For Him, she knew He was relishing in this. This time though, He didn't shut it off. Fuck...shit...hell. She swiveled her chair back and forth to help mask the squirming. Only problem was, it caused her pelvis to shift, which only served to internally move the egg and plug around, stimulating her more. She was fucked. She felt her impending orgasm, and it was going to happen in front of her coworkers. No use in taking a break, trying to get up and walk to the restroom for privacy. The process of standing up and walking would trigger her orgasm faster, and she would likely stumble, her legs giving way, and she doubted in that case that she could remain quiet. And it would be quite obvious to everyone what was happening. No, she decided she'd have to ride this one out. She cursed Daddy out, but knew that He was merely living up to His word. Which is what she also wanted and needed her Daddy to do. She picked up her phone and texted Him while one of her colleagues told her and the other a story.
"Permission to cum, Daddy?"
"I don't know, whore. I don't know if you've learned your lesson."
"I HAVE Daddy, I promise!"
"You don't sound convincing."
"Oh god, please Daddy!"
No response...
"Daddy please!!!!"
No answer. She turned around in her chair, ostensibly to check her dispatch screen. In reality, she couldn't control the expression on her face. She was sweating, eyes wide, lip trembling.
"DADDY PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEEEEEASE, PERMISSION TO CUM??????????"
She was dying, muscles tensing, she quietly hyperventilated, fighting it. Daddy knew the state of desperation she was in. He may have been a Sadist, but He wasn't truly mean. The message she desperately needed finally arrived.
"Cum.......NOW."
She bit her hand to stifle her squealing. Her muscles convulsed, but she fought to minimize their movement. She felt her moisture leak out between her thighs. Her pants were already moist and warm, but now they were soaked. Thankfully, she wore black which camouflaged the wetness. But the egg kept buzzing away...fuck, He wasn't planning to let it go, was He?!?!? He knew what happened to her body when she was forced to cum virtually nonstop, or back-to-back. Her ability to control herself waned, and the tremors became practically full body convulsions that required him to pin her down with his weight, or have her restrained so tightly she couldn't move. The only way she could be even close to quiet was if she was gagged, or had a cock in her throat blocking her airway so no sound could come out. And none of those things were in place.
Fortunately, the egg stopped. She stifled a gasp, panting, her body finally relaxing. She was a hot mess. Afraid to turn around and revealing her current state of affairs. She was hyperaware of herself. She swore she could sense the scent of her arousal. Daddy always told her of how much He loved her smell, and the partners they shared together (and those she had separate from Him) echoed His sentiments. Admittedly, it was a light fragrance and far from unpleasant. However, she would prefer her coworkers not be aware of it.
She followed her protocol and texted Him.
"Thank you, Daddy."
"You're welcome, young lady ;)"
She wiped her brow, composed herself, and turned around to return to the conversation.
"You okay?" C. asked.
Shit. Was it that obvious?
"Yeah, you look like you could use a nap," said M.
Relief washed over her.
"Yeah, I'm still pretty wiped out from that overtime yesterday."
"Go ahead, go crash out for awhile, I'll cover you," M. said.
