Reminded

Hi! It has been a while and i know this is short but I hope it's a little tease for you. As always everyone is this tale is of legal age and more or less consenting adults. Constructive criticism is always welcomed. Enjoy!

"I'm going to ruin you," he said softly. His smile pressed into my ear, eyes grabbing mine in the mirror, "to remind you."

I shivered. Daddy David's eyes flared as he saw my reaction. I love nights like this knowing the end results would leave me with marks and sensations to remind me I always and only belonged to him.

I thought of us tomorrow at his work party both knowing how completely he'd decimated me. How as I walked among his friends and colleagues his eyes would never leave me as he thought of all the things he'd done this night. Remembering how he'd had me on my knees begging; pleading for his undivided attention.

He'd see me saliva dripping down my chin coating my breast as he stuffed my throat with every inch of his thickness while I talked with his boss. They'd laugh as his boss would say, "You've quite the young lady here." And he'd look at me knowing "how sweet" everyone would say I was. How kind, how pretty, how gracious...but we'd both know.

We'd both know about how I'd begged to be spanked with him buried inside me. How I requested to bound naked on HIS bed because tonight it wasn't ours. Tonight EVERYTHING belong to him...everything. Tonight I was just holes to be used, violated, damaged...destroyed...treasured.

Treasured...because we both know tonight is the reminder that I need. I NEED him to mark me. I need him to leave me a mess while he cleans himself; to take pictures of me covered in my cum, his cum, my saliva and his spit. So tomorrow while I walk around feeling a little small and unsure I will know that his opinion is the ONLY one that matters. He'll send the picture "Look at my beautiful little mess." I'll fight to control the pink from creeping into my cheeks as it comes while I am at the coffee shop I stop at on my way to meet him for lunch so we could talk about what I wanted to wear versus what he wanted me to wear. I'd end up somewhere in the middle; likely a dress.

Knowing tomorrow on the way home after watching me all night he'd stop; pull over to the little park we'd found once before for the same reason. The skirt of the dress would be hiked up over my bountiful ass and a sharp slap would echo through the trees. David will remind me, "I'm fucking Daddy! I own this ass, this wet little cunt is mine, too."

He'd relentlessly pound into me as he told how he'd watched me all night. How he'd seen the way I laughed at his bosses jokes, touched his forearm, paid attention to someone who wasn't him. He'd complain about the polite smiles I'd sent to his coworkers, the hugs and handshakes shared in greetings, and the laughs. It's always the laughs, someone else bringing me joy. He'd told me once my laughter was the only music he needed for the rest of his life that's why it's what drives him the most crazy.

We both know I will only ever come home with him but sometimes reminding is needed. And so tonight I'll be reminded. I'll be reminded with scratches run down my thighs, a warm red ass and a sore throat.

Daddy, "Come with me, Little Bunny." I'm lead across the hall and into our bedroom.