The Beginning Of Something New 2

Daddy's been back on the road for two weeks and although we've been together for two years, something about his last visit felt like it changed things between us on a deeper, sexual level. We've both been like horny little teenagers these past weeks - phone sex, dirty texting, filming naughty videos for each other. Daddy even won some money at a casino while on the road and used some of his winnings to buy a large plethora of new toys for us to play with so I've had packages arriving left and right with new surprises. It's all driving me crazy. He's had me name a few of the toys already. He had a giant dildo sent to the house. I named it Big Daddy because I view all of my toys as an extension of my Daddy. I tried it out. It took a lot of lube and time spent to work it inside of my pussy. It makes me feel so, so stretched and full. He sent another toy, an anal dildo, that looks like a corkscrew and is the biggest thing I've ever fit into my asshole as well. He also insisted on a name for that toy, so I named it The Drill. He had various impact implements sent to the house, an inflatable anal plug, more cuffs/restraint systems, more vibrators, more gags, more hoods.

We've been discussing our dynamic in depth these past few weeks as well. Daddy's been doing a lot of reading and research and coming up with ways to enrich our playtime. That's the thing about BDSM. It's all about communication - a back and forth about how each of you are feeling, what you need in order to try something new, what safety and respect looks like between you, a checking-in with each other. Our dynamic is growing and evolving as we are discovering what we like and what we want to explore further. I thought I exclusively preferred a DD/lg dynamic but what I'm finding is that I actually prefer to be a humiliation/degradation slut slave. Daddy is helping me explore that. With everything new he introduces, Daddy checks in with me and we discuss it. He's allowing me the opportunity to earn a new collar and a new name - Slave Trash - and the new toys, new rules, expectations and protocols are all part of earning this new honor.

For a few days before he gets home, he's been having me carry Big Daddy around with me, keeping it within a few feet of me at all times. I've had to put it into my purse to take it into the store with me. He says that if I use and abuse this dildo too much, he'll buy an ever bigger one. I find that frightening. I could barely fit this one in! But, I do want Daddy to fist me and if I want that, my little slut cunt needs to be stretched out.

Daddy's also come up with some new rules, tasks, expectations and protocols for me as well. I am to refer to him as MY Daddy, MY Master or MY Provider when we are in high protocol situations. He's given me a mantra to memorize and repeat for him often - "I'm a dumb cunt. I'm a slobbery dick hog. I'm a used up and worn out slut." He's also decided that my mouth will now be called my top cunt, my pussy my slut cunt, and my asshole my bottom cunt.

And now, every evening we're doing a slut inspection. I have a script to read to Daddy and it goes as follows:

"I am my daddy's disgusting slut. A pathetic, broken thing, trained to be used and humiliated, and it's time for my daddy to inspect his property.

-twist, lift, caress and pinch your boobs-

These tits are for daddy. They are soft and stupid, just like the rest of me. You slap them, pull them, mark them... because they're just there for your fun.

-move your hand to your pussy and show me, play with it-

Look at this worn-out slut cunt... It's stretched, dripping, and desperate because I'm a fucking whore who can't help herself. I get wet knowing it's not mine anymore. It's just another fuck hole for my daddy.

This is my top cunt. It's not for words. It's for choking on your cock, drooling, gagging, and swallowing up cum. I'm a cumrag for daddy, not a person."

-shove something in your mouth to gag on, fingers or whatever, then show it to me wide open. Now show me your wet finger on your asshole, spread your cheeks, or give yourself some real spankings.

My bottom cunt is stretched, sore, and waiting for more. It was made to be filled, punished, and owned. Just another cunt for you to ruin.

-pinch, squeeze or poke a part of you you aren't confident about-

This body is imperfect. Used, marked and filthy. Useless unless being used by my daddy. That's exactly how it should be. My daddy makes me pretty. I was born to be my daddy's property. For that I am perfect, special, and valuable. I make myself a gift for my daddy.

My daddy look at your disgusting slut. Let me forget what I am without you. Tell me that I belong to you."

I filmed a video of myself conducting the slut inspection and sent it to Daddy. I felt so very vulnerable and a little silly but Daddy has assured me that it was very sexy. He says that we will be conducting the slut inspection every night that he's here.

He gets here tomorrow. He's instructed me to be wearing a skirt when he sees me and to have a plug in my ass. I've set everything out for tomorrow and I can't wait.

I power up the vibrator for what feels like the millionth time today and bring it to my sore, over-vibed, swollen clit. I can't wait to feel my Daddy's hands on me - squeezing my tits, spanking my ass, fingers in my mouth, dirty words in my ear. I cum to that thought, trembles wracking my body and a sigh on my lips.

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I brought the plug Daddy requested and a little vial of lube to work with me today. I'm just realizing as I'm pulling up to Daddy's truck, that I forgot to put the plug in before I left work. Fuck! Shit. I'm going to definitely be in trouble for this and have to pay later.

The thought is still in the back of my mind as I open up the driver's side door of Daddy's truck and climb my way into the cab. Daddy is waiting for me and he helps me up and into his arms. His lips are on mine, my arms winding around his neck and his hands on my hips. His hands travel farther down as he deepens the kiss, coming to rest on my ass cheeks with a squeeze.

"Have you been a good girl for me?" he asks as his fingers moving to explore my asshole. Finding it empty, distinctly missing the plug he requested, I stiffen in his arms a bit when I know he's found it empty.

"No, Daddy. I forgot!" I squeak out.

"Hmm. That will warrant a later punishment. You know that, right?"

I hang my head a little.

"I know, my Daddy. I am so sorry!"

"Don't be sorry, baby. You'll make up for it. Don't worry," he answers menacingly.

I fall deeper into his embrace.

"Yes, my Daddy."

Daddy's hands are back on my hips and he's repositioning us in the truck so that I'm facing the bunk bed with Daddy at my back. He gently grabs each of my wrists and guides them above my head to grip the edge of the top bunk. He then pulls up my skirt, bunching it up at my waist with one hand and giving me a few sharp swats with the other.

His hand then snakes around my middle, sliding lower and finding my swollen clit through the fabric of my panties. He begins to rub me in fast torturous circles.

"Is your slut cunt dripping for me, baby?" he croons in my ear.

Fuck. An orgasm creeps up and takes over my body, my knees almost buckling at the waves of overwhelming sensations racking my body.

"Yes, my Daddy!" I moan.

Daddy's then sliding my panties off my legs, helping me to step out of them, before he reaches around and shoves them into my mouth.

"You won't be needing these any more today," he growls at me.

He allows me to release my grip on the top bunk in order to bend me over the bottom bunk, sheathing himself inside me as he grabs a handful of my hair. He fucks me hard then, my muffled cries drowned out by the panties between my teeth. I cum on his cock over and over, backing myself onto him and meeting him thrust for thrust.

I can't stand it a minute longer, I need my Daddy's cum. I've been dreaming about it and waiting for it for WEEKS.

"Please, Daddy!" I sob, "Please let me swallow your cum!"

Daddy's quick to have us switch positions and soon I find myself kneeling between his legs on the floor of the truck as he sits on the bottom bunk. I devour my Daddy's cock as soon as it's in reach, taking to the back of my throat, gagging a little. I suck him with all of the enthusiasm I can muster and have him cumming within a few short minutes.

His sperm coats my mouth, in jet after jet of hot liquid, (there's just so much!) and it leaves my mouth tingling as I swallow it all down. Daddy's gathering me up in his arms then, a satisfied grin on my face, and we're snuggling on the bed, my head resting on my Daddy's chest.

"I missed you so much, Daddy," I whisper into his skin and he squeezes me even closer to him.

"I missed you too, babygirl. Do you have any idea how many times I've jerked off to thoughts of you, how miserable I've been with a hard-on for you 24/7? I even stopped cumming a few days ago so I could save you up a huge load to swallow," he says into my hair.

"So, that's why there was so much cum for me!" I exclaim. It did seem like a lot more than usual.

"Thank you, my Daddy," I say sincerely, " for your huge load of cum. I loved it."

I look up at him and beam.

"Only the best for my most spoiled, most disgusting slut, baby."

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Daddy's been playing poker with his oldest child and her friends this evening because today's her birthday. I'm more than happy to have Daddy spend time with his kids, especially on birthdays, so even though I'm hornier than sin, I know that Daddy has been right where he's supposed to be.

I took a bath while he played poker. I'm getting surgery tomorrow and won't be able to take a bath for a few weeks post-surgery so I wanted to get one last bath in.

It's time to go pick up Daddy, though. Since I'm getting surgery, this is also the only night we have where I can move around for a while. We want to make the most of it. We have plans.

When I get there, Daddy has obviously been doing shots. He's a happy, loud drunk - the life of the party, the cool dad. It's fun to watch him in his element. His daughter begs us to stay and she isn't buying any of my excuses. I finally have to tell her that her dad and I haven't seen each other for weeks and we have those kinds of plans before she laughs and concedes.

I have to practically drag Daddy out of there and I drive us home. I'm having a bit of a hard time because we are in very different headspaces right now. I think Daddy can tell. Before we walk into the house, he stops me.

"Do you want to go on a short walk, baby?"

Maybe we do need the time to connect a little. A walk could be good.

"Sure, Daddy. Around the block?"

He nods in confirmation and takes my hand. We walk into the crisp breeze and turn the corner, headed around the block.

"I want to hear your words, baby," Daddy requests.

I know what words he's searching for. I look around us quickly to see if anyone is out in their yards or walking down the sidewalk and could hear me.

He doesn't seem to care if anyone hears.

"Let's hear it."

"I'm a dumb cunt." I whisper.

"Louder."

I raise my voice.

"I'm a dumb cunt. I'm a slobbery dick hog. And I'm a used up and worn out slut." I say quickly.

Daddy stops us on the sidewalk. It's dark outside but it's a busy road and cars are speeding by us. He's got a tattooed hand around my throat and he squeezes firmly as he looks into my eyes.

"What a good girl," he practically purrs at me. "I can't wait to ruin you. Say it again. Like you mean it."

"I'm a dumb cunt. I'm a slobbery dick hog. And I'm a used up and worn out slut," I moan into his mouth, just inches from mine.

A growl sounds deep in Daddy's throat and he's on the move again, tugging me behind him. We turn down the next street, a much quieter, darker one. We don't make it halfway down the block before Daddy is pinning me to a tree with his hand back around my throat, his other rubbing my clit in fast circles.

"Daddy!" I gasp in protest. "Someone might see!"

"We're not going a step further until you cum for me, you fucking whore," Daddy snarls back increasing the intensity and pace of his fingers to absolutely maddening levels.

I'm so primed and ready for him that an orgasm is but the work of a minute before I'm shaking and trembling against the tree, a feral smile on Daddy's lips.

"Let's go, babygirl," is all he says before stepping back and again taking my hand.

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"Pick three things you want to play with," Daddy commands as we stand, minutes later, in our bedroom surveying all of the sex toys laid out on the window bench. He's already instructed me to grab the inflatable anal plug, the lube injector, a bottle of lube and some nipple clamps. He has already put my leather fur-lined collar around my throat, with my leash attached to the o-ring in front. He's also chosen to grab the crop and my new dildo gag. He wants me to choose three more things to take downstairs with us. It's a tough choice.

I end up choosing my hood, with only an opening for my mouth and chin and two little air holes for my nostrils, a black vibrator and Big Daddy. Big Daddy is 10 inches long and 2.5 inches in diameter at its widest point. It's a girthy motherfucker.

Before we descend the stairs, Daddy approaches me with the tattoo pen. I love it when he writes dirty names on my body. Tonight, he's written "Pain Slut" across my tits. I'm not sure this bodes well for me but I still beam with pride.

Daddy wants tonight's slut inspection to be conducted on the coffee table in the tv room so he can get a close up view of his property. I'm pretty nervous. This is the first time we're doing this in person. I felt the need to hide a little bit, hence the hood. It also means that I can't read the script myself and Daddy will have to guide me through it, which I prefer. A perfect way to wade into this new routine with my Daddy.

Daddy makes me watch him fill up the lube injector tool. The inflatable plug is my punishment for not wearing one when I first saw him today, I'm sure. A nervous, audible gulp from me has Daddy chuckling menacingly.

After taking inventory of all of the toys and equipment, finding himself satisfied, Daddy beckons me to kneel between his legs so he can slide the hood over my head and lace it up in the back. Sounds are muffled in the hood and I can't see anything. Daddy helps guide me to sit on the coffee table before him.

He begins reading the script and I parrot his words back to him. When it gets to the part about my soft and stupid tits, Daddy leans forward and slaps my tits repeatedly as I try and twist away. He grabs me by the nipples, twisting and pulling hard. He squeezes them roughly and slaps them some more. I begin to cry. This is a mistake because Daddy loves my tears. He clips a japanese clover nipple clamp to each of my nipples, a chain connecting them, which make my nipples feel like they are on fire. I have to breathe through the sensation until it becomes bearable.

It's time for me to lean back and bring my heels up onto the table, spreading my legs wide as I show my Daddy my slut cunt, using my fingers to open my pussy lips to him. I know he can see the tears sliding down my neck under the hood.

"Your crying is so pretty, baby. Fuck. It makes me so fucking hard."

These tears feel cathartic and I embrace them, knowing they make me beautiful in my Daddy's eyes.

I'm leaning forward to choke and gag on Daddy's fingers as we reach the part about my top cunt. He has me open my mouth for him and he spits inside before grabbing my jaw, pinching my cheeks and commanding me to swallow it.

The worst part is showing my Daddy my asshole, or bottom cunt, as it is now called. I have to slowly, blindly turn around on the coffee table to put my ass to him. He makes me reach around and spread my cheeks wide so he can look directly at my shameful hole. I jolt as I feel the lube injector at my back entrance, Daddy sliding the slender object inside and squirting me full of clear liquid. The inflatable anal plug is at my entrance now, Daddy pushing it in until it's past the tight ring of muscle and nestled deeply in my asshole. Daddy hands me the pump and instructs me to pump five times. I feel the plug grow larger inside me and the sensation is overwhelming. I feel so full.

The last part of my inspection is showing my Daddy a part of my body that I don't like. Daddy interrupts me to change the script a little. Making me rub my belly and pinch it repeatedly.

"Show me how much you love it. Show me how much it jiggles," he growls at me.

God. This man makes me feel so fucking beautiful and so fucking disgusting at the same time.

"Tell me I belong to you, My Daddy," I finish, still crying.

"Such a good girl," Daddy praises. "Add five more pumps to your plug, baby."

I do as he asks, my eyes widening under the hood, as I feel the plug grow even larger.

"Daddy!" I gasp out. "I'm so full!"

He's unfastening my hood then and pulling up and off. My eyes have to adjust to the brightness in the room. Daddy's eyes are on my face.

"I think we need to use your new gag, don't you?" Daddy asks mockingly with a tilt to his head.

He guides me to my knees on the couch, my upper body bent over the back cushions, and I feel him slide something into my pussy. It's a horribly tight fit with the inflatable plug and I squirm against the sensation. Then he's buckling a gag around my head, with a hole at my mouth, into which he promptly inserts a 4 inch dildo that was obviously recently in my pussy, snapping the dildo to the gag, effectively forcing me to endure deep throating a toy until Daddy decides otherwise.

When he's satisfied that the gag is properly in place, he grabs the pump for the plug and squeezes it several times. I feel like I'm going to explode! He's dipping his fingers in and out of me, experiencing the feeling of the plug through the thin wall of my channel. He switches on the black vibrator and brings it around my body to hand it to me. I eagerly bring the vibrator to my clit. Even the vibrator can't distract me from the feeling of Daddy adding more air to the plug in my ass. I feel the crop Daddy brought downstairs rain blows down on my ass cheeks as I squirm.

I can't take much more of this. I'm so full that it's borderline painful. Too much, too much, too much.

I rip the gag from my mouth and gasp out "YELLOW" as I reach behind me for the pump to twist the knob that releases some of the air in the plug. We have three safe words - Green, Yellow and Red. Daddy still the crop immediately and he's there, soothing me, comforting me as I catch my breath. He knows that yellow means I need him to stop and check in with me.

We stay like that for several minutes, Daddy removing the nipple clamps and setting them aside, a hand coming up to stroke my back.

"I know what my baby needs," Daddy says, eventually guiding me to my knees before him. He has me suck his cock, pausing to instruct me to reinflate the plug with a few pumps every few minutes. The plug is full inside me again but it's not unbearable.

"Does my disgusting whore need her pussy filled too, my baby?" Daddy asks as he strokes my hair, his dick down my throat. I'm drunk on his dick at this point and would probably agree to an awful lot but I whimper back in response. Big Daddy is BIG and my ass is so full!

"You don't have much of a choice, do you?" Daddy laughs. "Grab Big Daddy and work yourself down on it. NOW."

"I need lube, my Daddy!" I proclaim and he agrees to let me lube up the toy before I hover above it.