Letters to Daddy

Writing letters to my Dominant when I can't see him has become my new obsession. Almost immediately after sending the last one, I opened a new draft and started writing. I picked up exactly where we left off: His lips on my pussy and me disappearing into orgasm.

"From: Ana B.

December 8, 2022

Hello there,

There's something so euphoric about retreating from the world to focus on the rhythms of my just pleasured body. When you make me cum, especially with your mouth, I want you to kiss your way up my body to my forehead, and gently turn me onto my side.

Be Big Spoon, Daddy.

Wrap your arms so tightly around my body that you can feel the lingering pulse of my orgasm too. Maybe, let the safety of our embrace make it so time doesn't matter and we close our eyes, resting.

If we were in your bed together right now, I know that before too long, I'd feel your hands caressing my nipples. That gentle touch, a little tracing and pinching, always makes me ready to go again right away.

Last time, you asked me what I wanted, and I was selfish. But I can honestly say this time, all I want is to please you - to be your little one, your porn star, your wrestling buddy that you can overpower and ravage with ease. Nothing is more important to me than being absolutely anything you want.

I turn over to face you, feeling a little playful. My smile disarms you for a moment. I bat my eyes, move in for a kiss, work my way to your neck, and bite you hard enough to evaporate the sensuality that was there just moments before.

This is new territory for us. I did warn you that I can be a brat. But not yet showing you that side of me, I can only guess - and maybe hope - at how you would react.

You gasp at first, but quickly follow it up with some choice degrading names and a clear announcement that I am in trouble. You growl to me to get on the floor. When I don't immediately move because I am still testing you, you grab my wrists and tell me to listen. I fight back a little, pushing you away, trying to hold my position and not let you put me in my place on the ground. The whole time, I'm smiling.

You grab my hair and pull me down on my knees. My hands are on yours, reacting to the sweet pain on my scalp. You pause for a moment, thinking. And then I feel you tug my hair again, pulling my face to the ground too. You tell me to stay here, and this time, I comply as I listen to you start to move about your room, laying things on the bed and clearing space so you have a range of movement around me.

"I'm going to make you pay for marking me without asking. Is that okay with you, little girl?"

"Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry."

"Good girl. But too late."

You pull me up to my knees again. Immediately, I feel you push your still fully-clothed crotch against my face, and stay there until I grasp for air and inhale your scent deeply into my lungs. You cuff my hands and then tell me to keep my arms raised until you say so. You hit my face, not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough that I flinch at the sting of your hand.

I glance over at your bed and see your tools. I'm caught somewhere between optimism and nerves as I see a riding crop and cane, my favorites, but also a paddle and flogger I've never had used on me before.

Meanwhile, my arms are already starting to get tired. I know I'll keep them up for you; I'm nothing but an eager performer. But I also know I'll be sore tonight.

You don't wait to make me sore now. You ask me how many implements are on your bed. Four. You tell me that I am going to get 20 hard hits, five from each toy, and small ones in between. It's my job to keep count, and it's up to me whether or not I count a hit. If it's easy to take, I can't add it, because you want me to make sure that the hard hits really leave their mark. I nod, signaling to you that I understand the rules and that I am ready.

You turn me away from the bed so I can't see your choices. You start with the paddle, soft hits increasing in intensity, and then a pause before a hard hit. I count it out loud.

"One."

"Good girl." You switch toys, and continue in turn: some soft hits, then a hard one, alternating where exactly the marks are left on my body. I treasure the feeling of the cane on my breasts.

At number seven, you kneel down in front of me to check in, make sure I am still having fun, kiss me, and tell me I look beautiful taking your punishment. I'm still game. After three more hits, you give me some relief, letting me put my arms down in front of me so I'm knelt forward, my elbows on the floor. In transition, I feel you slide a finger in my pussy, and the wet sound we both hear proves it. I am very much still enjoying this.

As the next hits come, I am louder than ever, screaming and cursing, but always counting each hard hit dutifully. At number sixteen, I hear you leave the room. I don't dare to move. There is no way I'm adding any more counts to my punishment now. Your absence adds mystery. What could you be doing?

When you come back, you tell me, no more soft hits. I will only get four more, one with each toy, but they will all be hard and I will have to ask for each toy by name. I start with my least favorite, the flogger. After you hit me, I realize that you aren't moving, and that not only do I have to decide the toy, the pace is in my hands too. I decide I want them quickly. Paddle. 18. Cane. 19. Riding crop. 20.

You get on your knees behind me, your legs in between mine, in full view of my red, marked ass. I feel you lean forward and uncuff me, realizing that you no longer have clothes on. You must have changed when you left the room, because I didn't hear you take them off. You wrap your arms around mine, locking them by each shoulder, and gently pull me up to sit on your lap, both of us kneeling in a sort of seated spoon position. You hand me a glass of water, another surprise from your trip outside the room. I drink it gratefully, and you place it on your bed stand, before asking if you can fill my pussy with your cum.

I don't say yes. I say "please."

I can tell that you like my response from the slight spasm I feel from your cock behind me. You lean me forward until my arms reach the ground in front of me again, so that I am spread for you on my hands and knees. Somehow, I am still wearing panties, but you pull them down to my knees before lining your cock up with my slit. When you pause, I whimper another needy "please" out through begging teeth.

It is with pure ecstasy that I finally feel you push into me. I feel my lips close around you and the sides of your dick take up residence between my pussy walls. When you pull out so slightly, they pulsate in anticipation of your return.

It's not a fast fuck, not yet at least. If anything, it feels exploratory. It's the way I would introduce myself to a new dildo. It's how I imagine you start to touch yourself when you first start reading these stories. A warm up.

When I try to fuck you back, you put both hands on my ass cheeks and push me forward decisively, stretching the reach of your cock to just rest at my entrance. You squeeze hard enough to get a firm grip, which you use to thrust me back roughly until you are balls deep in me before pulling out again.

I love feeling you explore my pussy, control the pace, impale me, and use me as a fucktoy bouncing on your cock while you barely move your pelvis at all. You feel the sensations of my pleasure in the form of my pussy tightening around you, and this time when you thrust in, you leave yourself all the way inside me. I can't help but moan.

Staying here for a moment, I feel like I don't know where my pussy starts and your cock begins. It's pure connection.

You pull out slowly, exiting me completely this time. I feel you stand up. Your hand grazes my shoulder on its way to my fingertips, pulling me up to stand with you. You wrap me in a deep hug and then fall backwards onto your bed.

We're laughing. You don't tell me what to do, but with joyful assumption, I help us both by climbing on top of you and slipping you inside me. I look up and see myself in your mirror, captivated by the site of me riding you. You are amused seeing me stare and adjust so I can get the best view.

I put my feet flat on either side of your waist and start to bounce, holding my breasts up. My pace is a little faster than when we were on the floor. When I look down at you to check in, your eyes are closed. I can tell you are loving having my pussy swallow you. I let your dick find a spot inside of me that feels perfect and I focus on getting you to hit it on every thrust. I start to contract my muscles inside to hold you tighter.

You start to tell me "yes" every time our bodies connect at the deepest point, so I speed up, bringing each word of praise to your lips a little quicker. When you grab my legs, I know you are about to cum, and I give into the gentle directions of your embrace. I feel your body tense and we let out a grateful moan together as your cum floods into me and escapes dripping down my legs.

Your eyes are still closed as I crawl off of you. After I use my mouth to suck you clean, I nuzzle my head into your armpit. I lay there in stillness and peace, listening to your heartbeat, enjoying the scent of our fuck, and appreciating that our bodies can serve each other so well.

That's the feeling I'll fall asleep imagining tonight.

Good night, Daddy.

Ana"