The Daddy Chronicles

Something a little different from my other writings. I actually wrote this for my Kitten.

*****

As I write this, I'm sitting up in bed, looking down at you and admiring all my hard work. I didn't make love to you, no. I've just finished fucking you senseless, my beautiful Kitten, and after four gushing climaxes, your inner fire was finally quenched.

Now, you lay at my side, arms at your sides, completely conked out and drooling on your pillow like a beautiful but well used Kitten. You look sensational when you're thoroughly spent like this! I'm half tempted to move to the foot of the bed for a better perspective of our efforts between your still spread legs. I know I'd see volumes of our combined juices leaking out of your love canal onto the sheets. Mmmm!

Pulling the covers over you, I smile knowing you'll remain comatose like this until late tomorrow morning.

If you were to wake and look over, you'd see that I've started writing something new tonight. I don't intend to share this diary with you anytime soon, Kitten, but one day I will. In just the six months we've been together, you've claimed a special place in my heart, and I need to express in some way what you do to me. How you make me feel. The nature of our Daddy/Kitten relationship is intensely pleasurable, and I don't know if I'm ready to risk changing that in any way with heart felt conversations about the hold you now have over me.

But I need to get this out, so I've decided to start documenting our time together. I'm calling it 'The Daddy Chronicles' and someday I hope to tell you everything. Should words fail to relay the profound effect you've had on me, these memoirs will serve as my guide.

Tonight's encounter started with you being out of town all week at your sister's place. I encouraged you to go but after just one night, I was already missing your soft lips and the feel of your magnificent skin pressed up against mine. You expressed much the same later that first night when we spoke on the phone.

Being the Daddy in our relationship, I had to make you believe that you were hurting more than I. In reality, by the fourth night of you being absent, I was ready to beg you to cut your trip short and jump on a plane home. I needed you that much. But doing so would have made me weak in your eyes. And how you view me means the world to me. When you look up from a kneeling position and call me, Daddy, my heart melts and everything in the universe makes sense in those precious moments.

No, I decided. I will not allow you to see weakness. I'll remain strong for you, my Kitten, and we'll make up for the lost time when you return. By the time you make it home though, I find that need you more than ever!

The entire drive home from the airport was wonderfully tortuous as you cuddled next to me in the truck, stroking my exposed dick, promising to give me the best handjob ever once we get home.

Fuck! How I've been looking forward to your attention all day! Especially with the stressful week I've had at work.

It's amusing to me that you never performed hand work much with prior lovers. I insisted early on though that you learn because good Kittens need to have an arsenal of skills in their pleasure chest if they expect to keep their Daddy happy and content. I was pleased when you readily agreed to allow me to train you in that area.

I've had you practicing on me regularly now and your work has become exceptional. It's obvious that you enjoy giving them as much as I enjoy receiving them. Tonight however, you promised it to be beyond my wildest expectations. Something sure to make Daddy beam with pride in his adorable Kitten.

I admit that all week I've been dreaming of using your warm mouth and your luscious pussy but seeing how much you want to please me by hand makes it impossible to refuse. They'll be plenty of time to use you in other ways. I want you to have your way tonight!

You begin by undressing me and kissing me in all my tenderest of places, paying particular attention to my nipples. Nice touch, Kitten! Sitting me down on the couch and moving beside me, you notice my rock hard cock is already leaking precum. Instead of licking it clean like you've been taught, you teasingly scoop the fluid from the tip and lightly swirl it around the pronounced ridge of my glans. As I suck in my breath, you kiss me passionately, all the while playing with my slippery cock head.

I love the way you constantly test me! Trying to push the boundaries, knowing I'm going to put you in your place eventually, but I want you to have your fun for now. It simply gives me a good reason to pin you down to the bed later on while I pound your delightful pussy. And let's face it...you love that!

Both our hearts are racing but I'm ready for you to kneel before me and pleasure your Daddy! Giving you my expectations, I lean back into the couch and scoot to the edge so I can spread my legs to grant you full access. I love watching you work on me, so I prop myself with a few pillows as you dutifully move between my legs.

Pointing my cock straight up, you begin by slowly dragging your tongue from my balls to the tip of my shaft, looking me in the eye all the while and enjoying my long drawn out groan of appreciation. Flicking the underside of my cock head as you finish, you smile as I shudder with joy. There you go testing your limits again, but we can even the score later. Oh, and I will!

I was expecting a hand job and almost as if reading my mind, you remind me the best handjobs incorporate lots of oral just like the best blowjobs incorporate lots of hand work. You've been a good student, Kitten!

Before I can respond, you lick the head again and dive down deep, allowing me to luxuriate in the wonder of your warm, wet mouth. Sucking up and down, I can feel the flat of your tongue swishing back and forth at the sensitive underside. I toss my head back knowing I'm getting close to nutting. As my body tightens, I want to let go and explode but that would send the wrong message. You have to earn Daddy's nut loads.

Pulling off, you hold my throbbing cock in your hand, careful not to stimulate it into eruption. As I try to recover without you noticing how close I got to spilling over, you move your mouth to my balls and begin sucking them one by one while I try desperately to not lose my mind in the tidal wave of pure carnal pleasure. Sensual as ever, your eyes never leave mine. They hold my stare and tell me that all you care about is giving your Daddy intense pleasure. Now you're starting to earn my juice, Kitten!

In time, you begin alternating between sucking my cock and my balls, paying close attention to the telltale giveaway of orgasm in my tightening nut sack. Just like I taught you.

When I feel like I've lost all sense of time, I hear you click open a new bottle of oil you just picked up. Pouring some into your hand and warming it, you tell me this oil is safe for oral consumption, so you'll be sucking me periodically throughout my hand job. Was that supposed to be a threat? There you go pushing your boundaries again.

Your tongue and lips are devine and I almost feel a twinge of disappointment as you move to stimulate me with your hands but immediately, I recognize these hands are stimulating me in ways your mouth never could! Not better, no. Just wonderfully different.

With your left hand you work the oil over my tight sack and with the other, you grip my rod at the base and milk it upward until it slips from your grasp. I cannot help but thrust my hips upward and grunt loudly as it slips free. Holy shit, that felt good! You actually took control for a brief moment but that's something I can't permit.

Smiling at my reaction, you add more oil to your hands, and I know now that I'm about to be taken to a whole new level. Daddy takes you to a whole new level, not the other way around! This is beginning to feel like a challenge to my Daddy authority. It's a challenge I intend to put down. But not just yet.

Using both your hands, you stroke upward from the base until your hand comes free while the next hand begins anew. A few dozen strokes of this technique have me feeling like I'm a cow being lovingly milked. That thought, coupled with the incredible sensation, is too much to tolerate. As much as I'd love to thrust for the sky and shoot buckets of hot foam, I grab your head and spear myself into your warm mouth, holding you deep and steady for a few seconds while I cool off.

With the tip of my cock touching the back of your throat, you resist initially but finally submit and go limp. This is the Kitten time out pose I taught you long ago and whenever you get too playful or too feisty, I take you to this place to reflect on your place in our relationship. A ten second time out normally does wonders to reset your submissive qualities though my instincts are telling me you're unusually frisky tonight and may need additional correction.

Understanding your place, I let your head up and you grasp my full sack in one hand and massage it with the other. I praise you for being a good Kitten and direct you to worship my nuts for a while.

When I've finally cooled down somewhat, you use your right hand to lightly stroke me. Full strokes at first but then switching to short pumps focusing primarily on my swollen head. I stifle my grunts and strains under your assault, forcing myself to hold back and demonstrate my self control.

You somehow see the struggle in my eyes and begin twisting my bulbous knob as if it were made of silver and you wanted to polish it brightly. There's no way I can fight that, and we both know it! Apparently, you want to test my patience again. Grabbing your head, I lower you back down on my rod and hold you in yet another time out.

You are so adorable when you whimper in protest and try to resist my corrections. I love feeling you struggle and trying to pull off before finally surrendering to me. Stroking your pretty face as I hold you still, I soothingly remind you that Daddy's in charge and while I'm not displeased in any way, you will do as your told. Twenty seconds of tickling the back of your throat with my cock head seems to get my message across so I release you.

When I've recovered, I permit you to go back to sucking me but this time, you don't take me in your mouth. You slide your lips up and down my shaft, parted slightly so I can also feel a tongue tip sandwiched in between. As if that torture wasn't enough, each time you reach my glans, your velvety tongue makes a few victory laps around the ridge and has me nearly cross eyed!

I can't fault you for treating me to such joy, but I can't let you break my willpower either.

Between your mouth and your hands, I lose count of the number of times you bring me to the precipice. How much can a man take before his willpower crumbles? It's starting to become clear that I may learn the answer to that question soon enough.

In just the short time we've been having sex, you have managed to figure me out. Like a book, you read me and know that I've reached my limit.

Trying something new, you use the web of your left hand between your thumb and forefinger to scoop underneath my nuts and lift them up. Maneuvering them as high as the tight skin will permit, you trap my tender testicles alongside my shaft at the base and make them your prisoners. Using your forefinger, you wrap it around the base and press against the large vein.

I didn't think I could possibly get harder, but you seem to know my body better than me and I am shocked to see my poor cock swell even more as it turns a light shade of purple.

Sucking on one of my nuts, you take your right hand and lightly stroke the upper third of my cock. Speeding your stroke, I can hear the sloshing or slick oil as your skilled hand skims across my engorged cock head. I sense that my moment is finally here. But it's time I take control and turn the tables on you.

Grabbing a fistful of your hair, I lift your head and place it over my cock. In a firm voice, I say, "You know what to do, Kitten. Make Daddy proud!"

You bob furiously on my cock, understanding this is no longer a hand job. To make my point even clearer, I take hold of your head and begin pumping gently into your mouth. I can feel your tongue reposition and press firmly into the underside as you prepare for your mouth to be fucked fully.

Picking up speed and force as I plunge ever deeper, I shoot my hips upward and grunt loudly as I announce that I'm about to explode. A sudden inspiration hits, and I decide to try and hold myself back as long as possible, knowing the intensity will be all the greater.

Working your mouth for another twenty seconds, I finally spill over. As I do, I clamp down on my ejaculation with all my remaining strength and scream out in rapture as I spurt rope after rope into your magnificent mouth. I'm having the best orgasm I've had in years, and you impress me further by catching every precious drop.

When I release you, you pull up, swallow, then sink back down to treat me to a beautifully relaxing post orgasmic blowjob. You do this for many minutes until my poor cock finally surrenders and deflates in your wonderful mouth.

But I haven't forgotten your rebellious behavior. Soon, my strength will return, and I intend to put you into a vulnerable position and pound you until I fill you with a second shot of hot nut juice!

By the time I'm finally finished, you collapse on your front side, hands at your sides with your legs still spread wide, looking like you've just been run over. Within minutes, you're sound asleep and I make the decision to sit next to you in bed and write this memoir while you slumber.

Words alone cannot express the joy you've brought me these past months, but I vow to show you in other ways. You don't yet know it, but I have tomorrow all mapped out. It begins with breakfast in bed followed with us lounging by the pool all day. Later in the evening, I plan to show you off at a fine restaurant before we stroll down Broadway drinking, dancing and listening to live music.

And if you're a good Kitten all day, I might sex you up again before bedtime!

The End