I am driving down the highway on my way to work, trying to see through the tears that are threatening to spill over. To say I had a hectic morning would be putting it mildly. The kids were running around acting like apes. I had an argument with my husband over something stupid and we left the house mad at each other. After I got the kids on the bus and myself in the car, the whole weight of the morning and really, the whole week, crashed down on me. I pull into the parking lot at work and wipe my eyes with a tissue and fix my make-up. I put on my professional face and head into the office.
Luckily, it was a very busy day at the office, and I had little time to dwell on my own problems. I text my husband and tell him I am on my way home and that I am sorry for our argument that morning. Usually, he texts me right back but today I get nothing but silence. He must still be mad at me for losing my temper with him. I hold back tears again as I make my way home. I hate it when we are at odds with each other. We get along so great most of the time. We have a Dominant/submissive relationship in the bedroom. I have had submissive tendencies for a long time but was never able to find a good partner. After my husband and I met, I came out to him about my needs. He didn't know anything about the lifestyle or being a dominant. Over several years we have found a balance that works for us. He discovered that he likes playing rough with me and I get what I crave. Our play times give me a chance to decompress and lose myself. I need to have some time with my "Daddy" before I combust.
I walk into the house and throw my keys and bag down on the entry table. I notice it is unusually quiet. No kids running through the house or screaming or fighting. No T.V. blaring. I begin to worry that something is wrong. I walk into the living room to see if anybody is in there and find no body. I glance around the room and notice a note on the coffee table. I walk over and pick it up.
Babydoll,
I have sent the kids to my Mom's for the weekend. Please, go to our room and remove your clothes. Take a long hot bath, relax, and prepare yourself for me. We have all weekend to play and I intend to take full advantage of it.
Love,
Daddy
My body immediately responds to his written words. My nipples tighten and my pussy clenches. I make my way to the bedroom and strip off my clothes. I pad into the bathroom and start the bath water. I pour in a liberal amount of my favorite bubble bath. When the tub is full, I slide into the hot water with a long sigh of relief. I lie there and soak letting the tension in body fall away. After soaking, I shave and wash my hair. I get out and dry off with a big fluffy towel. I begin to dry my hair and fail to hear him enter the room over the noise of my hair dryer. His hand reaches out and runs down my back. I jump at the contact, startled. Our eyes meet in the mirror.
"Hi, Babydoll, finish up here and then go kneel in the bedroom. I'll join you in a few moments. Don't forget to put a pillow down, I don't want you hurting your knees," he commands me, then turns and leaves the room. I continue to dry my hair and then rub lotion on myself. I enter the bedroom and throw a pillow on the floor. I kneel with my knees on the pillow and my butt resting on my feet. My hands are resting on my thighs. I try to clear my thoughts and simply wait on him to put me at his mercy.
Patience is not a virtue that comes naturally to me. I can't help but wonder about all the naughty things he is going to do to me. I am all but panting waiting on him to walk through the bedroom door. The wait feels like an eternity but is only a few minutes. I raise my eyes to his waist level as he saunters into the bedroom wearing only a loose pair of old worn jeans. He gently grips the hair at the back of my head and tilts my head back to look into his eyes. He stares into my eyes for a few seconds not saying anything. My eyes start to fill with unshed tears as I remember our argument and how harsh I had been that morning. I beg him with my eyes to forgive me.
He brushes away my tears with his thumb, "Shhh, its ok. You are forgiven little one. I know what you are needing. I think a little punishment is in order. I know we have had little alone time together in recent weeks, but I plan to remedy that this weekend. I have arranged for the kids to be gone all weekend and you will be at my mercy until Sunday evening."
"Oh, yes Daddy. Please, use me and punish me," I whimper. I already feel my juices beginning to flood my pussy.
"Stand up, Babydoll, I am going to put your cuffs on you," he says as he gently pulls me to my feet. He fits my hot pink wrist and ankle cuffs on me. He looks deep into my eyes as he gently places my collar around my neck. That is our signal for me to surrender to him. Most of the time we are a normal couple busy with jobs and two kids. We are partners and equals. But as often as we can, I become his dirty little slut in the bedroom, and he becomes my Daddy. He gives me what I need and what I crave.
Once my cuffs and collar are all in place, he hooks my wrist cuffs together and pulls a rope through and attaches the rope to a hook we have in the ceiling. He pulls the rope until my arms are just taught and tells me to spread my legs. He attaches a spreader bar to my ankle cuffs and ensures that I will not be closing my legs to whatever he has planned. My breath is coming in short pants as my anticipation continues to build. He walks behind me and out of my line of sight. I hear him rumbling around in our toy bag and tremble, wondering what he will start with. He finds what he is looking for and walks up behind me. He presses his body close to my back and kisses the side of my neck. His teeth gently nibble at my collar bone. I suck in a breath of air and let out a low moan.
He steps away from me and I feel the tails of the flogger as he lets them trail up my back. My pussy begins to ache with anticipation. I already feel close to the edge. I know it won't take much before my first orgasm of the evening hits me. I know he will make me cum until I am begging him to stop. The tails of the flogger leave my body. I feel the leather tails slap against the pale skin of my back. He starts with light blows to get my blood flowing to the surface. Once he is sufficiently satisfied that I am warmed up, he begins to rain blows down my back and over my ass, picking up intensity with each strike of the leather. The ends of the leather tails snap just right against me, turning my alabaster skin a blushing shade of pink. He is whipping me with precision and just the right amount of strength. The whip is swinging in a figure eight as he allows only the tips of the leather tails to snap against my trembling body. Each slap leaves a delicious stinging line of fire in its wake. I am whimpering and moaning and writhing (as much as my bonds will allow) with each stroke. He lands one final slash across my ass and sets the flogger down on the bed.
He walks around me and pulls my head back by my hair. He plants a kiss on my lips and then kisses and nibbles his way down my neck. He is a man of few words and during a scene we mostly communicate with our eyes, other than my moans and whimpers. Few words are needed. He knows my body well and I rarely need to voice any concerns when we are in a scene. He rubs a thumb over my left nipple and then over my right. He slowly runs his tongue over each in turn, licking and gently sucking each into his mouth. His teeth lightly nipping and dragging over each nipple until they are hard and pointed. I am so close to cumming. One touch to my aching, soaked pussy will likely throw me over the edge.
I whimper with need. He lets his hands skim down my sides to my hips. I try to thrust my hips towards him hoping he will get the hint that I want him to touch me more. He drops his hands from my body. This is all the warning I need to behave and be still. I know he will give me what I need...eventually, when he is ready and not before. He grabs my nipples between thumb and forefinger. He pinches until I whimper and pulls them out from my body. Staring into my eyes, he rolls my nipples between his fingers, gradually increasing the pressure until I am sure I won't be able to take much more. If I weren't still tied to the ceiling, I think I would have sunk to the floor as my knees go week. I suck in a deep breath of air and let it out in a low guttural moan. My pussy is aching for his touch.
He releases my nipples only to land a couple of hard slaps to each breast. My above average size breast wobble and sway with each blow. I gasp as each blow lands. He grips both breasts in his hands and squeezes. He suckles each nipple in turn and gives each a good nip. His fingers finally seek out my pussy. One finger slowly circles my clit and then dips into my soaking hole. I sigh out a small moan and attempt not to try to hump his finger. I want more.
