She was kneeling. She hated kneeling but it was where he put her and she loved to please him by following his orders. Their dynamic was simple, she was his little girl and he was her daddy. At 35, she was much too old to play this game but it gave her a deep thrill to give up all of her adult inhibitions and be a little girl for him. He made her feel weak and young again.
Her back was to the door and she faced the wall, waiting for him to appear. Hearing the door open, and then close again, she started trembling. The thought of him, of his control of her always made her tremble.
He walked in, stepping behind her and cupped her face with his hand, while tugging softly on her hair. "Hello girl, how are you today?" A soft moan escaped before she answered him, "Fine Sir, I'm fine, thank you." Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a blindfold and slipped it on her eyes, tugging it down over her hair. "That's my good girl, " he said. "What are you moaning for girl?" She shook her head, feeling small already, just with those few words, the tug of the hair, the blindfold.
"Nothing Sir, just a silly response to you being here."
He chuckled, liking the smallness in her voice, the trembling of her body. "Ah but responses aren't silly, girl, they're the point of the thing, as it were. If you did not respond, you would not be very much fun, now, would you?"
Again, she shook her head, knowing that her ability to please him was more than half the fun for him, that, and the fact that he could have her do just what he wanted without fear of recrimination made for an excellent power exchange. She gave freely to please him because her pleasure depended on his.
"You are a dumb little cunt, aren't you?"
Trembling more, she whimpered and whispered, "Yes Sir, your dumb little cunt." He came around her and stood in front of her. She listened for his next words and instead heard the sound of his zipper sliding down. She felt her body clench and herself get wet just with that tiny sound. Whimpering she tried to press forward with her head to lean against him. A sharp tug of her hair stopped her.
"None of that now. You go where I WANT you to go, besides, I do not think you deserve this, do you?"
She moaned, knowing that he was stroking his cock in front of her blindfolded face, wanting to feel it in her mouth more than anything. "Yes, Sir, I mean no Sir, oh Sir!" Her need was evident in every syllable.
He smiled but answered sternly, "Which is it you dumb little cunt? Yes, Sir or No Sir?"
"Oh. Please Sir, it is whatever you say Sir." She felt even smaller now that he was talking to her sternly, just like her daddy used to when she was disobedient. She sniffled a bit, feeling lost and small and little girl like.
He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and smiled with her obvious need to please, getting harder as he stood in front of her. "You want to suck don't you, little girl? You want this hard throbbing cock in your mouth?" He brushed it against her lips then stepped back, sliding his hand up and down the shaft. "My baby wants a pacifier, doesn't she? Tell Daddy what you want, little girl, tell me exactly what you want." The precum glistened on the tip of his cock and on her mouth, but she knew better than to lick it without permission.
