When I began waking up, I instinctively knew it wasn't yet morning. I was groggy. Daylight had yet to arrive.
I tried stretching, and immediately knew something was wrong. My wrists were manacled, tied off to the sides of the headboard. An instant later I felt a tightness around my neck, and realized I'd had my ankles strapped up high, with a double loop around my throat. Just as I liked to do to you. I pulled my feet back up, and tried to look around.
My vision cleared, and I could see the room was only dimly lit by a dozen or so candles. I raised my head, and saw you, sitting comfortably between my upraised legs.
"Hey, Daddy, you awake," you asked, smiling. A self-assured smile. A smile that meant trouble for me, I knew.
You raised yourself up a little bit, as if to get comfortable, but really to let me see. And I did see. I saw the straps around your thighs. The strap around your waist. And the thick plastic cock, it's base held against your pussy, glistening with lube.
"I'm so glad you're awake now," you said, your right hand slowly stroking your glistening plastic cock. "Did you have fun last night?"
I abruptly remembered that I had, in fact, enormous fun last night. I'd taken your ass, and not gently. I'd been aggressive, hungry for it, needing to feel myself deep inside you. I remembered pulling your hair, harder than I ought to, clamping a hand around your mouth from behind as I buried my cock in your ass. I remembered the glorious feeling of my cock pulsing it's thick load into your ass, the way you gripped my cock as I slid out of you. It was great.
But apparently not free.
"Ah, you DO remember," you said, and laughed. "I'm glad. You sure did have your fun."
I felt the slippery fingers of your left hand dance along my tight ass, already lubed, teasing me. My cock hardened.
"Well, now it's time for me to have my fun, don't you think?"
A slim finger pressed into me, and I tightened against it. You laughed, raised up your right hand, and brought it down against my balls. I moaned in pain, arched my back, and immediately felt the strap tighten around my neck. Painfully, I forced myself to relax my legs.
"Look at me," you said. I did. "Who do you see?"
"Jennifer," I responded, and a second smack to my balls followed an instant later.
"Sorry, that's the wrong answer." Your right hand fondled my balls gently for a moment before your nails dug in. Pleasurably, at first. Then harder. Still nice. Then harder still, and I found I was gasping for breath. "Try again. Who do you see?" Your voice was harder now.
"Miss . . . Miss Jennifer," I gasped, and the pressure of your nails on my balls lessened. I still felt them, but knew they were meant to be cautionary now, not punishing.
"That's right. Miss Jennifer. You'll remember that?" Your nails pressed down again, and I responded immediately.
"Yes, Miss Jennifer, I'll remember." Shockingly, my cock was harder than ever. You ran your slippery left hand up and down my shaft, not nearly hard enough to make me cum, just enough for me to know that you could.
"That's much better." You took your hand off my cock, and twisted it in my hair, pulling my head up so I had to stare at you stroking that thick plastic cock in your right hand."
"Do you see what I've brought you?" you asked, a gleam in your eyes.
When I didn't immediately respond, I felt another smack to my balls, the hardest yet, and couldn't help but stretch my legs and choke myself down again.
"Yes, yes, Miss Jennifer, I see it."
"Well, tell me, what do you see?" Your fingers were gently massaging me again, my cock, my balls, my ass, slipping a little inside, stretching me.
"I, I see your cock, Miss Jennifer," I moaned out, the precum starting to drip from my cock.
"Oh, you do, do you? Do you want to see it closer," you asked. "Do you want to suck my big plastic cock?".
Oh, yes, I did, but I couldn't dare admit that. "Whatever pleases you, Miss Jennifer."
I should have expected that you'd slap my balls again, even harder than before.
"You're such a liar. Or maybe you just didn't want to answer the question, hmmm?" You were stroking my cock again, keeping it hard with the slow motion of your fingers. "I think you DO want to suck it. Like I suck yours. You like it so very much, don't you think I would"? Your eyes were staring directly into mine.
"Yes, Miss Jennifer," I responded, weakly.
Another smack to the balls. The strap tightened hard around my neck until I could relax again.
"Yes, what?"
Yes, Miss Jennifer . . . I'd like to suck your cock," I moaned.
You smiled broadly then, your hands again caressing my cock and ass, this time two fingers slipping inside me.
"Oh, I know you would But you haven't earned that privilege yet."
You used your fingertips to wipe off some of the copious pre-cum from the head of my cock, and tasted it.
"Yum," you smiled. "That's delicious. And you haven't yet had dinner, have you?"
I shook my head, both in response to her question, and in rejection of what she clearly had in mind. You dragged your fingers back across my cock, then held them up.
"Open up," you said. I shook my head vigorously.
"No . . . " then yelped as your nails dug into my swollen balls again. As I cried out, my mouth opened, and you quickly slipped your fingers inside, deep.
"Move your tongue," you said, sternly.
