It All Good In The Hood

As I'm walking up the short cement path leading to the front steps of the house, I notice a white Amazon package under one of the chairs on the porch. I'm not expecting a package as I haven't ordered anything recently, so my curiosity is piqued. I stoop to pick up the package and turn it over to inspect the address label as I straighten. It's addressed to me -- it has my name on it, right there.

How very curious.

Hugging the package tightly to my chest, I pull open the screen door and then push open the front door, greeting the dog as she tries to squeeze out the door in her excitement. I set down my things on the bench in the front entryway, pat the dog a few times on the head and then tear into the package to see what's inside.

Daddy is a truck driver which means he's on the road a lot. He spoils me with surprise packages in the mail sometimes when he's gone, and I expect that's what this is. The package is soft and it feels like it's an item of clothing. I rip the packaging away and find a black t-shirt inside which I promptly unfold and hold up in front of me for closer inspection.

The t-shirt has a picture of a BDSM female slave wearing a leather hood over her head that covers her eyes and nose with only an opening for her mouth. Above the picture are the words "It's All Good in the Hood" in white block lettering. A laugh bursts from my lips while my pussy also clenches in delight.

Pulling my cell phone from my back pocket, I pull up my contacts and find Daddy's number. I hit the green call button and bring the phone to my ear. It rings only twice before Daddy's booming voice can be heard over the line.

​"Hello?"

Sounds from the road can be heard in the background and I raise my voice to make sure Daddy can hear me.

"So, I just received a package," I say in greeting, "with a very interesting t-shirt inside."

Daddy chuckles. "You did, did you?"

I roll my eyes and smile as I answer. "I did," I say, "should I be expecting a matching hood to arrive in the mail any time soon?"

"It'll be there on Friday," he answers, and a thrill runs through me. Daddy will be home on Saturday which means he obviously has plans for me this weekend.

I can't fucking wait.

As promised, a second package had arrived on Friday. The hood inside was similar to the hood on the t-shirt but it laced up the back, much like a corset does, to ensure that it couldn't be easily removed. There was a hole big enough to expose my mouth and chin with two smaller holes for me to breathe through my nose. When worn, the hood would completely cover my eyes and ears and would be tied at the base of my head to fit securely around my throat.

A thrill ran through me as I had fingered the soft leather hood. I laid it out on the bed and pulled out my phone to snap a quick photo of it to send to Daddy, confirming it's arrival and he had texted me back asking me if I was ready to be nothing but a mouth to fill for him.

That was yesterday. Today was Saturday and I had just gotten back from picking Daddy up at his truck and bringing him home to spend a few days with me. He was in the shower right now. He had given me instructions remove my clothes and then to make myself presentable while I wait for him, laying out my fur-lined O-ring collar, the matching leash and a leather cuff for each wrist and ankle on the bed, next to the hood.

I am adjusting the buckles on the last leather cuff, at my left wrist, when I hear the shower turn off. My pussy is ablaze with need and I squeeze my thighs together as I sit on the edge of the bed. The bedroom door opens and Daddy enters with a towel around his waist, rivulets of water running down his broad tattooed chest and droplets clinging to his blonde shoulder length hair and glistening in his beard. He reaches behind his back and I hear the click of the lock sliding into place before he turns to me and drops the towel.

"Are you ready to be a pretty little mouth for me, baby?" he asks while bending to pluck the hood from the bed beside me and holding it up for me to see.

"Yes!" I sigh eagerly, squirming beneath his gaze. "Please, Daddy!"

Daddy spreads the back of the hood open and I bow my head so he can slide it on helping him tug it down over my eyes and securing it in place. I hold still while I feel him tighten the laces on the back of the hood and tie them off at the back of my neck. I open and close my mouth a few times, testing the limited range of motion that I am allowed. Sounds are muffled in the hood and I feel Daddy step away from me although I can't hear exactly what he's doing.

Seconds later he is back in front of me, the leash attached to the O-ring of my collar pulled tight in his hand as he beckons me to rise from the bed.

"Over here, pretty girl," he says as he guides me first to walk towards the recessed window across the room and then turns me around and pushing me to my knees in front of it. Daddy had installed rings into the wall above our bed and in the window-well when we moved into this house and I could feel him attaching the leather cuffs at my wrist to the corresponding rings on the wall of the window-well, effectively making my arms useless and keeping me in a kneeling position at his feet. There isn't anywhere I can go unless he wills it but there isn't a place on earth I'd rather be.

I feel him shove a pillow between my legs, forcing me to straddle it, before I then hear the telltale sign of a vibrator's buzz hovering nearby. I whimper in anticipation.

Daddy reaches down and spreads my pussy lips with two fingers before sliding the vibrator between them to rest firmly against my swollen clit. I buck against the strong sensations. He has the vibrator on my favorite setting -- full blast and constant -- and I'm instantly a wanton thing grinding down onto the vibrator and begging Daddy for his dick.

"Please, Daddy!" I whine as my mouth begins to water for him.

"You should see how pretty you look all tied up and begging for me," Daddy growls, and seconds later, I hear the sound of a camera shutter coming from his cell phone above me.

"Stick your tongue out for me, dirty girl," Daddy commands and I immediately comply. My nipples are as sharp as points as I arch my back presenting my body to him eagerly with my tongue out as far as it will go with my head tipped back. I feel a greater sense of abandon, wearing the hood and hiding my face, like it's easier to let go and be as dirty as I truly want to be.

"Nothing but a filthy little mouth for me," he praises as he grabs my jaw between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing roughly as he tilts my head back even further before spitting directly into my mouth.

"Swallow it," he says gruffly before shoving my head away and reaching down to wrap the leash around his hand several times, making the collar tighten around my throat and cutting off my air supply.

I'm panting for him, my chest heaving, when I feel a sharp slap to my left breast and then feel him pinch my nipple roughly using it to drag me closer to him.

"Open!" he demands, and I do, immediately feeling his cock fill my mouth and hit the back of my throat -- the saltiness of his precum coating my tongue.

The leash is still wrapped around his fist and pulled taught, so I am unable to pull away from the onslaught he unleashes on my poor little throat as he fucks my face brutally and without mercy.

I continue to grind down on the vibrator between my legs chasing the orgasm that's not far off while I slobber all over my Daddy's cock, letting the groans falling from his lips spur me on. The orgasm consumes me, and I can feel the wet puddle spreading beneath me as Daddy plunges to the back of my throat and remains there while I shudder and squirm through wave after wave of pleasure.

I can begin to feel sweat sliding down my temple under the mask and pooling at the base of my throat. Feelings of panic start to rise in my chest as I begin to feel claustrophobic under the hood. My arms strain against the restraints and my breathing increases as my heart rate picks up. I try and rise up on my knees to get some relief from the sensations of the vibrator but Daddy stops me.

"Shhhhh, my baby," Daddy croons, cradling my cheeks in his palms, "Everything is alright. You did so good. You're such a good girl for Daddy."

I squirm because the vibrator really does feel like it's too much but Daddy's words make my chest swell with pride.

"Open up, BabyGirl. We're not done. You're going to take everything I give to you. Daddy still needs to paint your pretty face, doesn't he?"

I nod even though a sob escapes my lips as I do. Still cupping my cheeks, Daddy tilts my head up and nudges my lips with the tip of his cock, beckoning me to open for him and do exactly as he said, take everything he gives to me.

I cum three or four more times while he fucks my face. Each time I explode, Daddy stills his thrusting and buries himself in the back of my throat while I twitch and convulse around him.

Tears are running down my cheeks under the mask now. I'm overheated and I'm exhausted. My clit is swollen and sore and I don't know how much more that I can take. My arms hang limply in their restraints. Daddy is still thrusting in and out of my mouth and it's all I can do to hang onto my sanity in this moment as I begin to panic from the claustrophobia overtaking me.

With a grunt, Daddy pulls his cock free from my mouth with a pop and I can feel hot jets of his cum coating the hood, my mouth, my chin. I hang there limply while I hear Daddy step back and I again hear the sounds of a camera shutter as he photographs me in all of my disgusting depravity, covered in his cum, still squirming on the vibrator between my legs.

I raise my head. "Please, Daddy! It's so hot! I can't breathe!" I gasp as I feel the panic start to grip me in earnest. My arms strain against the restraints at my wrists and I finally rise up on my knees relieving my poor clit from the vibrator's torture.

My breaths are coming out as ragged gasps and a river of tears fall beneath the mask. Daddy steps up immediately to loosen the laces at the back of the hood, whispering reassurances, as he makes quick work of removing it. My hair is plastered to my head with sweat and I squint my eyes against the light. My head hangs forward as I wait for him to release the restraints at my wrists and once they're free, I slump to the floor.

I lay there, weakly clawing at the collar around my throat because that, too, feels so suffocating that I can't stand it. Without a word, Daddy rolls me onto my stomach and sweeps my hair over my shoulder to unbuckle the collar and remove it from my neck.

"Come here," Daddy instructs, as he rolls me back over and holds out his hand to help me to my feet. I take his hand and he pulls me up, guiding me over to the bed, where we both lay down and he gathers me to his chest.

He idly strokes my sweaty hair away from my face and even blows cool air over my body, helping to relax my exhausted muscles and calm frayed nerves. My panicked breathing slows to match his and my eyes droop.

"Such a good girl," Daddy praises as he kisses the top of my head and squeezes me closer to him. I sigh with contentment.

"How did you like wearing your new hood, baby?" he asks me.

I consider for a minute before I answer.

"It's all good in the hood, Daddy," I say with a smile as I burrow myself deeper into his hold and close my eyes.