This is one in a series of emails sent to my "Daddy". Daddy is obviously over 18, and I am as well, we just like to play around. I hope you all enjoy this as much as he and I do!!
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I'm waiting for you on my knees by the door when you come home. My toes are touching behind me but my knees are spread wide. My arms are cuffed behind my back all the way up at my elbows. The fact that my arms are tied together so far up makes my chest stick out and shows off the tie of yours that I'm wearing that lays on my chest between my tiny titties. The tie is the only thing I'm wearing aside from the cuffs and my white school knee socks. My hair is in a ponytail just the way you like it so that you can watch my mouth while it gags on your cock, plus it gives you easy access to controlling me.
You can see the pleading look in my eyes as you tower above my tiny frame before you on the floor. I won't speak until you address me.
"Yes? What the fuck do you want?" You're angry. Furious, in fact. You have every right to be. I haven't been a good girl recently. I've been away and you've had to pleasure yourself instead of being able to use your whore daughter as she was intended. Your anger frightens me, yes, but is also incredibly arousing, and moisture flows out of my pussy at your tone.
"May I please you, Daddy?" I ask in a small voice, fearful that you will say no, that you have found someone else, that you don't need me anymore.
"How?" I am hopeful that you didn't just say no, that you appear to be giving me another chance, and the thought that I might once again get to give you pleasure makes more of my juices drip from my pussy and onto the floor.
"With your cock in my mouth, fucking my throat, using me as your cum hole. Cum all over my face so you can watch it drip down onto my tiny titties." Despite how much I've just talked about myself, it's clear to you that it is all about your pleasure. Whenever I get the choice I always want to swallow your cum or have you fill up my pussy with your steaming loads, so telling you to cum on my face, you know, is all for you. And we both know that when you fuck my throat you are always brutal, slapping my cheeks with your hands and your cock, making me gag, pulling my hair, choking me. The only pleasure I will experience when you fuck my face is from knowing that you enjoy it, knowing that I am yours. Your whore.
"You don't deserve it." My heart plummets at your words, though I know they are true. I don't deserve you or your perfect cock or your delicious cum, I deserve none of it. But you do. You deserve a daughter who lives by your every word, one who lives to please you even at her own expense, you deserve a whore who will worship your cock and never wants to let a single drop of your precious cum go to waste.
"How much do you want my cock, Cunt?" Just as quickly as my heart fell at your previous statement it soars with the term of endearment, because that's what it is. I know you will forgive me now and let me pleasure you because you have called me by name. Cunt.
"So much! I've missed your cock, Daddy, I need it!" I blurt out before thinking.
In a second your left hand is around my ponytail pulling my head back, and your right hand is wrapped around my throat, constricting my airway. You bring your face within mere inches of my own and ask me in a menacing voice, "Who's fucking fault is that, Cunt?"
I know the question is rhetorical. However, I also know how much you love to hear me gasping for breath whenever I try to speak with your huge grown up hands gripping my tiny throat, a few drops falling from my eyes, drawing mascara tears on my face. "My fault... so sorry..." I manage to wheeze out.
You let go of me after that and for a minute I think you are going to leave me there, panting and crying and dripping for you, until you say "Undo my pants, Cunt."
Despite the fact that my arms are tied behind my back, I do not hesitate. I can't give you the chance to overthink things and decide not to forgive me. I don't want to hesitate either. I need your cock. I have gone too long without it.
Using only my teeth and tongue I manage to pull your belt through the first part of the buckle, and then have to pull it away from you using my teeth in order to free it from the prong. I nose the buckle away from your body creating slack so it is easier to get the belt free from it. The button on your dress pants proves slightly more difficult, but soon I am pulling down the zipper between my teeth as I look up at your face through my lashes. Your pulsing cock hiding under the thin layers of cloth make the task more difficult as they tent the fabric, but I love your cock so I don't complain.
Once I have the zipper all the way down, your pants fall to your knees, which are slightly parted. I make no move to remove your boxers, instead leaning back and resuming my earlier position. I have learned to follow your instructions explicitly.