Walking through the door of my tiny apartment, I kick off my shoes and make a run for my room, stripping every article of clothing I have on my body, the sound of them hitting the floor echoing in my ears.
Tonight's the night.
A shiver runs through my body as my nipples tighten with anticipation. Moisture builds between my thighs, and I can't help but rub them together for some relief. I dare not touch myself. He was very clear that that belonged to Him, too.
I leave my clothes on the floor, a trail for Him to follow, not that He even needs one; He knows I'll be ready and waiting for Him, but He still has expectations that I need to fulfill. I stand before the mirror and pinch my cheeks to give them color before cupping my breasts, one at a time. I pinch and pull my nipples until I can't hold back my sniffles, tears filling my eyes; He loves how bright my eyes look with tears in them.
Dropping my tits and watching them bounce in the mirror before heading towards my bed, I suck in a breath and reach into the drawer of my nightstand and pull out a wooden ruler He's instructed me to always keep nearby and delivers five blows to each nipple, turning them a delicious pink and making my large brown areolae crinkle up. I bite my lip to keep from crying out. Even my moans of pleasure and pain belong to Him, and I flick the raised skin of my areola until I flinch from my own touch.
I'm ashamed to admit how long this has been going on, and why it continues. I don't even know why I allow it to continue, it's that... it's just that He feels so good, and He makes me feel alive again. I no longer walk in that zombie-like state. I bounce on my toes as I walk around, and the smile on my face is my light. Don't get me wrong, that first night was a terror. The inescapable feeling that someone is watching you? The heat of eyes traveling your body as if you were a full course meal placed before a starved beast, and yet, no one is in the room - or so you
think.
But He was there lurking in the shadows for who knows how long, and He's been back every month ever since. I revel in His mastery. The thought alone brings a flush to my cheeks and a new smile to my face. I whimper as I slide my fingers just near my pussy, wanting so badly to run my fingers through my black curls, but needing Him more.
Blinking, rousing myself from my reverie, I drop my hands to my sides and crawl on the bed, lying back and splaying my hair over the pillows.
"I love to see your curls fan over the pillows, pet."
And I wait. Minutes tick by in what feels like hours, but I continue to wait and lie still waiting for the sign of His entrance, vigilant in keeping myself awake to always be ready for Him, His use of my body as His toy, His little fuck doll. I shudder in need.
It doesn't take long before a rush of cool air glides upon my hot, aching pussy, my pert nipples stiffening. I chew the inside of my cheek, another smile warms my face.
He's here.
"Hello, pet." His low raspy voice raises gooseflesh upon my skin. I mewl in response, shuddering with each step he takes towards me. "I see you are ready in the way I like. How ready is my little girl?"
I bring the heels of my feet just under my ass and let my knees fall open. I gasp inwardly as His heated gaze trails over my greedy leaking cunt. I cruelly twist my own nipples in the way I know would give Him pleasure, uncaring of the sharp ache I bring to my tender nubs and blink repeatedly so the tears trickle down my face. I keep my eyes trained on the ceiling as I lay my palms face down to my sides, fingers splayed displaying each manicured digit. I do not have His permission to look upon Him yet.
"Good girl." He coos. It's a struggle not to arch off the bed. A tightening of my lips the only sign that He has shocked me. His warm breath fans over my slick dripping mound as His praises fill my ears and burns my coiling insides.
"Daddy will feast. You know the rules, pet." This is all the warning I get before His delicious mouth consumes my soul, feeding on my trained submission, the pleasure rocks and rolls throughout my body as I lay stone still.