First Time Bdsm With Daddy

After you spank me thoroughly with your bare hand on my bottom until i'm bright red, you lay me on your bed and firmly tie me to each bedpost by ropes attached to each of my arms and legs. You turn on your ceiling fan for a light breeze, making our skin (and especially my nipples) slightly sensitive.

I look up at you with desire oozing out of my entire being: my eyes begging you to touch me, my lips slightly trembling, my breath coming in little pants. I rock my hips towards you just a little, but not as much as you know I could, given the restrictions of my bindings.

You lean your naked body over my hips, smoothing your large hands up and down my thighs several times, ending by lightly raking your nails up to my hips. My sensitive, light peach nipples begin to bud. You kiss across my hips, letting me get used to your touch; licking, and slowly teasing me until you reach the crease where my thighs join my mons.

You lightly lick up one crease, across my mostly shaved mons to the other side and down. You gently blow your warm breath on my cunt, breathing in my scent. Laying down on your stomach, your quickly hardening cock being ground into the mattress, you push your hands under me, cupping each of my sore, red, firm ass cheeks with your fingers, massaging them, reminding me of that pain / pleasure you'd given your naughty girl.

You nestle your thumbs in the inner crease between my thighs and my mons, hooking them around my pelvis, holding me in place and spreading my cunt wide open for you. I moan and hiss, "yessss, Daddy, please touch me," my voice growing whiny with need. You can tell my body is tense, but whether I'm tense from being nervous or being turned on or both, you're not sure.

"Relax, little, Daddy's going to take care of you," you reassure me in a low voice. You move one hand to smooth over my stomach, feeling my abs clench. You leave your hand there, knowing that you'll feel every tiny reaction I have to your slightest touch. "Relax yourself entirely and just enjoy me exploring you, teasing you, the first person to ever kiss or lick or suck your pussy or your clit. You smell amazing and are beautiful and my cock is getting harder and harder just at even the thought of tasting you, not to mention fucking you."

I moan, closing my eyes. I try to relax, focusing only on your hands on my stomach and ass and your voice, soothing and reassuring and calming me. "I trust you, sir."

You look up at my face, finding it still a little tense with worry. You kneel up on your knees again and lean over me, sliding your hand up to my ribs then down across my stomach. You firmly press down on me there, pinning me in place and making me feel even more powerless and controlled.

"I need you to be present and just feel me taking care of you. You are everything I want," you say, staring into my eyes. You feel and see me tense, then relax to an even greater degree than before, my eyes again gazing into yours, now slightly dilated and hooded in arousal.

"Good girl," you say, scooting back down on the bed, your hand trailing back to my lower stomach. You slowly lean forward and lightly lick up my pussy lips, feeling their warmth and the heat coming from inside me and also feel my stomach muscles clench at this tiny touch.

I moan again, close my eyes, and jerk at this contact, feeling your warm saliva and slick tongue covering my lips. I bite my lips in desire, my nipples hardening into pebbles.

You glance back at my face and then to my nipples before more firmly licking me again. You lick all the way up my slit, barely touching my clit which is already starting to get hard.

You feel my stomach muscles tighten again in reaction as I moan and gasp for air, overwhelmed by your attention. Between licks you glance again at my face and notice a flush starting to grow on the pale skin at my neck and chest. I'm gasping and arching my neck backwards, my tension and nervousness slowly easing as my arousal increases, forcing my focus to narrow to only your hands and breath and mouth against me.

"Oh god, Daddy, Daddy," I moan and babble, "Daddy, sir, please, please!" I'm now breathing fast and chewing on my lips, mentally pleading with you to keep going and with myself to stay focused and in the moment and not descend into anxiety that I'm not good enough or that I won't be able to cum or that I'm gross.

You nuzzle your face against my sex, kissing my opening, your beard lightly scraping my thighs and I pant and keep moaning. You tap your tongue against my entrance in a slow rhythm, opening my pussy lips with each tap, making me return to bucking my hips up towards you, opening myself up more to you. You feel my stomach clench and breath catch each time you tap.

Seeing and feeling the control and power you have over me, your cock strains against you, and you moan, moving your hips slightly to try to give yourself some relief. You move over me again, flicking your tongue lightly over my clit, up and down and side to side to see which one I seem to like better.

I gasp at up and down pressure but moan loudly at side to side (who knows?). You move your hand from my stomach down slightly so that two fingers are on either side of my now hard clit and you pinch it lightly, firmly touching this most sensitive and private spot, now controlling me completely, making me fully and utterly at your mercy.

I cry out at your repeated pinching, my eyes flying open to fix on your face, your gaze moving from your fingers to my face to my nipples, now bouncing as I squirm and jerk beneath you, wanting the pleasure you're giving me but desperate for more. You grin, pleased with yourself, as you see a huge gush of thicker juices flow out of my cunt, knowing that you're giving me my first-ever experience of this exquisite pleasure.

You begin to move your fingers side-to-side against my hooded clit as I grind myself up into your hand, craving even more of your touch. You lean back down to lick at my entrance, tasting these thicker juices and spreading them around my opening. You slip your tongue inside me, slowly fucking me with the tip, feeling my inner walls contracting around you in time to your fingers trapping my clit.

I gasp and moan, clenching the ropes binding my wrists with my hands, desperately wanting to pinch my nipples or touch you in any way I can. Moaning louder and louder, my abs still contorting with every movement, I lay trapped and helpless but trusting you, surrendering completely to your control and your assault on my cunt. Now closing my eyes in a mental blindfolding, I focus on your touch, your breathing, the even, light, firm pressure of your hand on my clit, your tongue relentlessly stabbing into me like I wish your cock would be.

You pull back and moan, feeling more and more turned on and switch to flicking my clit with your tongue and fucking me with one finger, then two. As I cry out and press back against you, you gently lick the hood of my clit up and away from my clit, simultaneously curling your fingers up to stroke my G-spot.

"Daddy!" I scream, so sensitive and so turned on, "Daddy - oh my god, please! Please, please!"

You smile and laugh against me but continue your steady lapping of my clit, reaching to pinch one of my nipples gently, letting part of the hood around my clit slip back down since I'm so very, very sensitive that amount of touch borders on too much pain (aka "yellow" for me).

"Aahhh - harder, please, Daddy" I moan, tossing my head. You rise up over me again, checking that my eyes are closed and watching me writhe beneath you, knowing how very, very turned on we both are.

You quickly slap one breast then grab it in one hand, still leaning over me and trying to not let your long cock touch me. I push my breast up into your hand, wanting more sensation.

You pinch my pebbled nipple harder, feeling me clench against your fingers. You play with this rhythm: pinching my nipple and pulling it up away from my body at the same rate as you finger-fuck me, stroking my G-spot with your fingers, feeling a responding rhythm from inside me.

You lean back down to my cunt, leaving me gasping again, one breast having been assaulted and the other ignored. To see if you notice, I clench my inner muscles high up against my cervix, then clench each ring of muscles I can identify down closer to my entrance, finally ending by clenching your fingers at my entrance so it's hard for you to pull out.

You moan against me, still assaulting my clit, realizing that I'm trying to make you think about what it's going to feel like for your cock to split me open and be progressively massaged in this way. You're tempted to slap me to remind me who is in control but know that I'm also eager to please you.

Your moan vibrates against my clit, making me cry out even louder. You move your fingers faster, inserting a third as you speed up the pace you're licking my clit. You move your other hand back to my stomach, pinning me down hard against the bed and moan against me again, feeling my body respond more and more to your caresses.

I flush brighter and buck more against my restraints and against your face and fingers, pounding into me.

"Fuck, Daddy, please, please make me cum!"

"Yes, good girl, cum for Daddy," you moan and suck my clit entirely into your mouth. I scream with the sensation, and you gently suck, playing your tongue over me in a slow rhythm that makes me melt. You can tell (somehow) that I'm getting close, juices running out of my cunt around your hand and down my ass.

You think about how your cock is going to feel, enveloped in this warm slick liquid, pushing into me, stretching me for you.

I cry out as my orgasm washes over me. You feel my entire cunt pulse over and over, my incredibly sensitive and hard clit still enclosed in your mouth. You moan against it, feeling my body jerk and hearing my cries that you caused that go on and on, my body jerking against you, your hands, and your bindings.

My juices keep gushing around your fingers, my muscles clamping rhythmically down on them. You keep stroking my G-spot and sucking on my clit, extending my pleasure as long as you can.

"Thank you, Daddy, thank you, thank you" I finally am able to moan, limp and gasping. "Daddy, please fuck me - I need your cock to stretch me."

You're so ready for this, but you want to remind me that begging won't always mean that I get whatever I want. You sit up and lean over me, grasping my neck tightly. "Baby girl, whose are you?"

"Yours, Daddy!"

"Who controls you?"

"You, Daddy!"

You lean back, fisting your cock in one hand and slowly touch yourself to my entrance, moving your head over my slit and up to my clit, teasing us both with the pressure and slick juices.

"Who do you want to fuck you? to split your little cunt open?"

"You, Daddy! Please, please, please take me!" I beg.

We both moan, knowing that this will be the first of many breedings to come. You *need* to fuck me, but keep teasing us both, my juices now covering your crown and your fist. You rub them into your shaft and balls, keeping your head right at my entrance, making me squirm against my bonds.