Squirm

Well, the story before this one wasn't as well received as I would've liked. But it was an important chapter for me because I wanted the characters to have that discussion first, as I view it to be very important. Anyway, now that that discussion has been had, we can move forward. And I think more people will enjoy this one and hopefully, see the prior chapter as what it was.

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"Keep squirming, little girl... it makes Daddy's dick that much harder."

I do so enjoy watching her squirm. This time in particular was very fun. I'd forgone the usual ropes one might see used, opting instead for strips of bondage tape around her wrists and ankles. I'd also decided against a formal blindfold or gag - I'd instead used the bandanna I normally tied back my hair with to cover her eyes ad her own panties in her mouth to muffle her whimpers and whines as she thrashed about every so often. And though I'd removed her panties and bra, I'd left her in her cute white dress with red polka dots - the one she'd picked out to wear to the park that made her look like such an adorable fairy princess. I'd chosen to do all of these things for aesthetic reasons, honestly - you should see, dear reader, how she looked. The whole thing was carefully thought out and planned to

not

look carefully thought out and planned - as if I'd simply grabbed what was on hand. Add to that the low-level thrashing my little princess was doing on the couch... and it all came together to look spur-of-the-moment in the most devious and frightening ways possible. I could've split lumber without using my hands, hard as I was.

"I want it clear..." I said from my seat across the couch from her, "that this is not a punishment. You have been on your best behavior and I am very proud of you. This is not about Daddy being upset with you. Do you understand little one?"

As I began to speak she stopped moving, her head swiveling towards the sound of my voice. She kept her attention focused there and nodded as much as she could from her position. It was cute how she kept her rapt attention on me, even when she was unable to look at me.

"Good." I stood up slowly, walking towards her, taking a bit of time to run my fingers through the soft curls of her hair. "I'm going to take pictures to show you how pretty you look right now. You look so precious, my little angel..."

She began to nuzzle into my hand like a cat being petted, and I felt a grin crossing my face. I picked her phone up from the coffee table and took a few candid snapshots of per predicament, and once I was satisfied I had the perfect angles and lighting on each... I set it down and grabbed a handful of her hair in my right fist.

"You realize I'm going to hurt you, don't you my precious little pixie?" I asked.

She nodded.

"I'm going to spank and choke you, tease and use you. You realize that too, don't you?"

She nodded faster. I could practically hear her pussy getting wetter.

"I'm going to leave my hand and teeth marks in places no one but us will ever see so you'll know you're private property. I'm going to edge you until you weep. I am going to leave you throbbing and sore. Do you understand?"

She nodded so fast I thought her head was going to fall off.

"And that's exactly how you want Daddy to use you... isn't it, Babydoll?" I asked her, taking the panties out of her mouth long enough for her to open her mouth and work the muscles until she could speak again.

"Yes Daddy, oh

yes

Daddy.

Please

use your filthy little girl, Daddy,

please

-."

I put the panties back into her mouth and slapped her ass before she could finish her answer. I'd heard what I needed. As excited as I already was before, hearing her beg with that pretty little voice was almost mind-breaking. I guided her up to a seated position and placed my left hand around my little princess' throat, smiling as I watched her tilt her head back and accept my grip as I applied more and more pressure to her slender little neck.

"Daddy's gonna huuurt you..." I said in a sing-song manner, licking my lips. "Daddy's gonna huuurt you... Mmm, and that's exactly what my baby girl needs right now." I licked her cheek and growled into her ear as I kept a tight grip on her. "My little girl needs her Daddy to remind her who owns her... don't you, Babydoll?"

I slapped her right breast through her cress before she could answer. The question was rhetorical anyway and her squeal said more than any words I could allow her to speak ever would. I slapped the left, the right again, the left again... over and over, listening to her struggle to shriek through the wadded and saliva-soaked fabric of her panties. After each tit got its 8

th

slap I paused, rubbing her cheek and kissing her forehead.

"You sound so pretty when I hurt you, little one..." I whispered, kissing her forehead again. "Oh, you make such sweet music for me. You wanna make more music for Daddy? You gonna be my little music box?"

I received a muffled 'yes daddy' through the cloth and an enthusiastic nod. So I grabbed her hair and yanked her off the couch, knees on the floor, and bent her over the coffee table.

"Sing for me, Babydoll."

My little girl knows the sound of my belt coming off very well by now. When she heard it in that situation, well to put it mildly... my sweet little doll put on quite the performance. At first she was thrashing and slinging her little rump side to side so much I thought she might actually manage to wiggle right on away. But that wasn't a problem - it was never her plan to even try getting loose anyway. My precious princess, instead, propped herself up into a presentation position: balanced up on her tippy-toes, ass propped high in the air, head down against the cool wood of the table. She'd told me she wanted the worst of me, but I'd never expected her to be this excited about getting it... this eager to get to it. There was a moment, reader, where I simply looked down at the feast my precious one presented me with and was simply marveling at her. I wondered for a moment if I'd ever figure her out and what I'd ever done to deserve her.

Then I started lighting her ass up with my belt. As loud as she was with the gag in, I'm sure she could've woken several square blocks without it. She flinched, she squealed, she squirmed, and she wriggled about like a worm on a hook... but she never spent long out of position. I didn't even have to tell her to get back into place - all I had to do was hold the belt still. If I stopped for more than 5 seconds she practically threw her perfect little ass back into the air as her silent way calling out 'Thank You, Sir, may I have another?'

When I hiked her dress up out the way and began laying lashes right to her bare bottom, she wasn't quite as quick with her repositioning. But to her credit, she got that booty back up in the air despite that.

It was at strike 28 overall, strike 10 without her dress in the way, that I began to notice just how wet Babydoll was getting. I wrapped the belt around my right hand and rubbed the middle and ring fingers of my left against her briefly, pulling them away and marveling and the sopping sticky mess she'd become down there. She was practically dripping onto the floor already.

"Look at this..." I said, taking the soft silk out of her mouth for the time being. "I haven't even touched your little princess place once... and the first time I do, my hand is drenched." I placed the fingers near her mouth for clean-up, which she did eagerly. "All of that and all I've done is spank you? You must

really

like it when Daddy hurts you, huh?"

"Mmmph... yes Daddy, yesssssss..." she groaned out, the last part hissed through clenched teeth as I grabbed her hair again. "It hurts so good, it hurts so good..."

I guided my little princess up to her feet, then into her tip-toes, grinning as I gripped her neck again. "You're a dirty little thing, aren't you?"

"Yesssssss, Daddy..."

"Your little cunt throbs when I hurt you, doesn't it?" I slapped her right breast before she could answer.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck... yes, Daddy."

"And being at my mercy is your favorite place to be, isn't it little girl?" Another slap.

"Yes, yes, yesssssss Daddy..."

I took the same two fingers I'd caressed her hunt with and began fucking her face with them. "Hopeless little fuckdoll..." I growled, pulling them out only to wipe my hands off on her cheek. "Drooling from both holes like the greedy, desperate toy you are. You look so pretty when you're ruined."

"Guh... phaaah... then ruin me, Daddy..." she rasped out, legs trembling from being on her toes so long. "Hurt me as much as it please... phaaah... break me into pieces... do with me whatever you want. As long as you enjoy me, I will endure anything else."

"Silly girl... what use is a broken toy?" I said this as I turned her around, feeling her tense as she began to brace for more spankings. "If I did break you, I'd merely put you back together." I slid my hand between her thighs, pulling her hair back as I roughly rubbed her clit. "I'm gonna make you y little ballerina Babydoll... I'm gonna make your dance right on that line... right at your breaking point. Just so you know I can bring you there."

I knew as I was saying those words I meant them. I also knew that saying those words and meaning them meant that I was hopelessly falling in love with her. This strange, short, beautiful woman with her natural black hair and the melanin-saturated skin and the sweetest of sweet voices and a body and mind built for sin was taking my soul and heart. And I wasn't even sure she knew it. Moreso than showing her my dark side in its fullest form, this terrified me in a way I cannot explain. And then, she said a single phrase that launched me into a full-on free fall.

"And if I start to go over the edge..." she whimpered in a breathy voice, her little voice, the voice she always used when calling me 'Daddy' with degrees of both need to be owned and a sense of ownership, "Daddy will be there to catch me?"

I wrapped my arm around her, squeezing her softer, smaller form against me. I felt like I'd just given blood - lightheaded and dizzy, on the verge of swooning. I closed my eyes and kissed her until the woozy feeling made me feel like the world around us was spinning, like we were the center of our own little galaxy. Nothing outside of us in this moment mattered.

"Always, my little princess. Always."

She let out an adorable little squeak and shivered against me, and I had to hold her tighter as I felt her knees give up on her at last.

"You'll make your Babydoll fall in love, Daddy..."

I held her like that a few moments longer, swaying with her back against my chest, cherishing this intimate moment we were having. Then I began lubing up my fingers and slid the middle one into her tight little asshole with barely any warning as she groaned and whimpered at the intrusion.

"Daddy claims ownership of all your holes, Babydoll..." I growled into her ear. "You will give each of them to me at my whim, without hesitation. I will take them without hesitation, any time and place it suits me. Are we clear?"

"Yes, yes Daddy...! Nnnghaaaah... all yours, always yours..."

"I will turn you into my private butt slut, who constantly prepares her ass and begs for Daddy's cock in this hole like she does with all her other holes."

"Ooooooooh... fuck..." I could hear moist squishing as her thighs rubbed together, the though alone making her leak like a faucet.

I reached onto the coffee table and picked up the small princess plug I'd gotten for her, replacing my finger wit it after a bit of gentle coaxing and effort. She seemed rather surprised... but she didn't shy away and nodded when I asked if she was okay. From there, I laid her out on the table, still bound and blindfolded, and took the Hitachi to her pussy. She wasn't used to the sensation of having an orgasm with something stuffed in her ass. I loved introducing my little girl to new things, of course... and I love spending an evening giving my little fuckdoll more orgasms she thought she could bare. I edged her 3 times with the Hitachi, her screams and whimpers of pleasure as she begged to cum like music in my ears... then as she approached orgasm for the 4

th

time I began talking to her.

"I think my little fuckdoll would like an orgasm now, yes?"

She nodded furiously.

"Hmm. Well, I'm almost inclined to give you one. But first answer all my questions to the best of your ability. Can you do that for Daddy, little girl?"

She nodded again, biting her bottom lip. There were tears soaking through the blindfold now. She looked so desperate that part of me did just want to start fucking her but... I held off for the time being. There'd be time for that.

"Tell me little girl... Are you about to cum?"

"Yes, Daddy... if you let me."

"So you're about to cum with a plug shoved up your ass?" I took the head of the Hitachi wand off her pussy and licked her juices from it. Just as I thought, all the suffering and denial made them taste so much sweeter. "Only dirty girls cum like that, y'know. Guess that makes you a dirty girl huh?"

"Yessss, Daddy... I'm a dirty girl, I'm

your

dirty girl..." She thrashed a bit, testing the tape. It still wouldn't budge. She had that sugary tone of desperation in her voice, the one that crept into a person's voice when they were willing to do or say anything. There was an unspoken 'motherfucker, let me cum and I'll say you're Mary Queen of Scotts if that's what you wanna hear, just let me cum

please

!' in how she said things.

"Good. Repeat it until I say otherwise." I turned the wand back on and stared at it for a while. "If you stop saying what a dirty girl you are, it better be to ask permission to cum. Otherwise I'll edge you the rest of the night for the fun of it."

With that I placed the toy back to her clit and listened to her squealing and whimpering as she called herself a 'dirty little girl' over and over. After a while I made her sing it just for laughs. It wasn't long before she was begging for permission to cum.