Thrustin' and Lustin'

"I edged two times before, you know..."

"You came without permission?"

Emily is in a red tank top, her pink bra poking out from the sides, cleavage and legs exposed in her tight skirt that has panties underneath to match. They're on video call the night before their second date, which she is waiting for with great anticipation.

She doesn't want to lie to them. Her gaze dodges the camera. "Um, yeah. Sorry."

"Are you?" Devin ask with an evil grin. "You know I have to

punish you

now, right princess?"

She grins back, wondering what their mind will come up with and eager at a chance to redeem herself. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I could have you edge again, but you'd like that. Do you have any clothespins around?"

She knows where this is going. She's never put anything like that on her vulnerable nipples and is excited too try. "Yes, daddy."

"Grab them."

Emily hops up from her bed and searches her room, quickly finding two clothespins.

"Now, put them on your nipples."

Emily puts one on slowly, gasping at the harsh pain once it's clamped on. She does the other one soon after. "Done," she says, more than a little breathless. It's bearable, but uncomfortable and humiliating in a way that gets her pussy pulsing.

"Good girl. Now, we should probably have a safe word. Are you familiar with the stoplight system?"

"Yeah. Red is stop, yellow to slow down and green to go."

"Perfect. Don't be afraid to use it. Do you have a paper and pen around?"

"I'm a writer, so yeah. Duh."

"Is that attitude I'm hearing?" they ask with raised eyebrows. "Twist your clamps for me."

Emily's jaw drops. But she does as they command, nudging at both clothespins.

"More. Make it hurt."

She twists them like they want, this time. "Mmmh!" she says, somewhere between a groan and a whimper.

"Good. You're doing such a good job for me, baby. Now, go get something to write with."

When she finds what she's looking for, a big notebook and mechanical pencil, she sits back down on her white comforter.

"How many lines are there?"

She slowly counts out 32.

"You took too long. Twist those clamps again."

She drops her jaw in shock once more, quickly closing her mouth and pressing her lips together into a neutral expression. She does as she is told, yearning to be daddy's good girl more than anything in this moment.

"Good job! Now, write 'I will listen to daddy and I will be their good girl' as many times as you can."

She begins to write, glancing up at her laptop's screen after a couple lines.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm watching."

After filling out some more lines, they interrupt Emily's writing. "Take the nipple clamps off, write two lines then put them back on."

"Okay."

"Okay who?"

"Okay, daddy."

She takes them off, grateful for the relief. But after writing, she's alarmed by how painful it is.

"The blood flows back to the area, which makes it hurt more."

"You're mean."

"I'm

mean

? Mean would be if I added a third clip."

Emily shudders, imagining where it would go.

She tries to put the clamp on again, but takes it off after only a handful of seconds.

"Owww," she says miserably.

"Is it too much?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Can you put it above your nipples?"

Emily places the clothespins higher up on her large tits.

"That feels a lot better."

"Good. Now, finish the page and show me your work after."

She writes and writes until finally, the page is full of that sentence. It's an embarrassing admission of ownership, and Emily feels like she could become addicted to this feeling of being owned.

She holds up her notebook.

"Tell me what you've learned. In detail."

She thinks carefully for a moment, wanting to say the right thing to make her dom proud. She says, "I learned that I should be daddy's good little slut or else I'll get punished, and that means not to cum without explicit permission from daddy because what they know is what is best for me."

"That's 80% of it. What do you think? Do you think you deserve to cum?"

"That's a passing grade, so yes!"

"Alright, princess. You can take the clamps off. And get your dildo and put it in your mouth."

Emily removes them, takes out her big pink dildo, yanks down her skirt to reveal her matching undies and stuffs a hand down them to rub her soaked clit.

"You're being so good for me, baby," Devin croons, and Emily shoves the dildo even deeper down the wet cavern of her throat, occasionally pulling it out for air. She eventually cums, shaking herself apart and moaning with a throat full of plastic dick.

"You were so perfect. How was everything? Did you enjoy yourself?"

Emily holds up a shaky thumbs up, still dazed and cum drunk.

She falls asleep that night thinking of Devin, wondering what sort of horny hijinks will be in store for tomorrow.