Scenes with Daddy

Daddy Takes Care of Dinner...

It'd been a long day. Baby girl was exhausted, but she still stripped down to her thong and tee, just how Daddy liked. She wanted to have dinner ready by the time he came home like always, but when he came in, he found her staring at ingredients lining the counter--oblivious to his arrival.

The slump of her shoulders told him everything. The world had been too heavy today, but now Daddy was home and he would make it better.

"Hey, little one." He wrapped his arms around her waist and she immediately melted against him. Her eyes squeezed shut around tears that didn't fall.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I meant to have dinner ready. I just lost track of time. Just give me a few minutes and I'll...."

He spun her in his arms and quieted her with a finger to her lips. "Let Daddy worry about dinner. You just tell me one thing. Would you rather Daddy clear your head with a cock down your throat or by warming up this delicious ass with a spanking?" He gave her cheeks a squeeze as he asked.

She grinned. It was a sweet, shy smile that begged to be kissed. "Can I have both, Daddy?"

"Of course, little."

Dinner could wait.

Baby Girl Starts Training...

There once was a baby girl who was very in love with her Daddy. He took amazing care of her and made her feel safe and loved. He also made her really horny and was the world's leading expert on making her cum.

Because of all this, baby girl really wanted to start doing something with Daddy.

Something special.

Something kinky.

Something that requires some preparation...

So, one night, when baby girl was all alone and missing her Daddy, she did some research. Doing the research and thinking about submitting to Daddy in such an intimate way made her extra horny. Because baby girl is a clever little sub, she decided to make Daddy a very special story.

It's the one you're reading now! (Well, an edited version anyway.)

I hope you enjoy this story of my first night of training and preparing myself to give Daddy every part of me. Every hole will be his to own, his to pleasure, his to command, his to cum in.

First, I had to get everything ready. I pulled out my anal training set of plugs and put on one of Daddy's shirts.

Daddy is a boob man, so he has become an expert in pleasuring them. Many women have had nipple clamps ruined for them by his expert fingers, including yours truly.

But Daddy was nowhere in sight, so baby girl had to make do with her nipple clamps.

Next, baby girl needed to get nice and wet to relax her body for the butt plug. She chose a special, powerful tool for the task. A hitachi wand. Soon, her folds were flooded with her own juices.

Once baby girl was good and wet, she decided to pop some ben wa balls into her pussy for some extra fun. Next, it was time to prepare the butt plug and push it into her tightest hole.

Baby girl was nice and full. It made her imagine how it was going to feel one day soon when Daddy filled her up all the way, how it would feel to cum with his cock in her ass.

Baby girl thought about her ass getting pounded by Daddy from behind. She pictured being on her back as Daddy thrust into her tightest hole and played with her clit, keeping her on edge until he was ready to let her cum. Baby girl has a very good imagination, and her body couldn't contain how good she felt.

She put the wand back to work buzzing loudly on her clit until her thighs shook. She came hard and it felt great, but she knew it was nowhere near as good and fulfilling as it would be when it was Daddy inside her and making her cum.

Baby girl laid there, basking in the afterglow of an excellent orgasm and letting her body get used to the gentle stretch of the plug in her ass.

After fifteen minutes, it was time to take out the toys that were still inside of her holes. There was evidence left behind of the good time baby girl had...a glistening toy covered in a web of her cum.

When baby girl was empty, her holes ached for her Daddy. Nothing and no one could fill her up like he could, because Daddy owns baby girl.

When the time came to release the nipple clamps (which were nice but so disappointing compared to the cruel twists and teasing tugs Daddy is capable of), baby girl was reminded of the painful rush that accompanies the release of the clamps. She cried out, wishing Daddy was there to soothe her aching buds with his tongue. Daddy has such a talented tongue.

Baby girl had taken lots of pictures and videos to share with Daddy. As she watched them back, baby girl heard all the horny, desperate noises she made as she trained her ass for Daddy. She was a little bit embarrassed, but she also thought she sounded pretty fucking sexy. And she loved the way her pussy looked like a flower when it was exposed for her Daddy.

The exhibitionist in baby girl was tempted to put the story online, but she decided she better talk to Daddy about that first. She wanted his permission. After all, he might want to keep the story all to himself.

Finally, baby girl cleaned up and began writing her story. And now you're all caught up.

On Display...

"Show me."

Freshly shaved, the air was cool against her cunt. Putting herself on display always sent a spasm of want straight to her core. "Who does this pussy belong to?" he demanded, clenching the bare flesh in his hand and squeezing.

"Only you."

"That's right," he said, releasing his hold on her smooth lips.

It was a relief to squeeze her thighs together as the fabric fell back into place. Already wet and not allowed panties, she hoped her juices would not leave a wet spot on the thin dress on the long drive to the party.

"Remember what we discussed. When I tell you to show me at the party, you do, no matter who's around."

"I remember, Sir." She blushed and lowered her eyes, anticipation and the thrill of shame swirling in her belly.

"Good girl."

One Night Alone...

A night when Daddy is not by my side. A rare night when I am alone at home. My core aches for his touch, for his tongue, for his hard length in all of my holes.

But Daddy has told me goodnight, has told me to put away my phone. Still, I need a release to follow the night into my dreams.

I take out a toy or two but keep my word by leaving my phone untouched. Instead, I think only of him. I think of all the things he did to me in the days before we parted. The bruises still covering my backside. The rules and whispers. Permissions asked and permissions granted. And orgasm after orgasm, as always.

I am soaked in seconds--the first flood of ecstasy released from my body within a few strokes. I hear his words in my memory, and my body demands more. I gladly give in.

I thrust deeper, hold the vibrations to my clit, imagine his perfectly curved and deliciously hard cock pounding into me again and again--flooding the sheets beneath me as my imagination runs wild with the thought of his touch in my hair, on my nipples, caressing every inch of me.

Alone there is nothing to stop me from screaming. I beg. I plead. "Oh, Daddy! Oh, Daddy! Please, please let me fuck my throat on your cock! Please, Daddy, let me have it, please."

He isn't here, but still I hear his voice tell me to swallow him whole. The gush between my legs becomes a geyser. All sense of decorum is lost as I beg the man who is not here to fuck my ass, to take me, to own me. Again and again, I scream, "Own me, Daddy! Take me! Own me. Own me. Please, Daddy."

Dazed, I've reached my peak and take a frenzied stroll toward completion. Muscles still squeezing. Hand still stroking. Cum still leaking between my thighs--past the bruises he gave me.

In the morning, I will tell him, "Thank you, Daddy, for making me come." He always hears about every orgasm he inspires. I thank him for the gift of his body, the gift of his cock, the gift of his dominance, and the gift of my pleasure.

Thank you for owning me body and soul, Daddy.