"Lock the Door"
Authors Note: This story may be enjoyed as a standalone or as part of the full Turn the Key series! For maximum enjoyment I recommend beginning with Turn The Key 01!
CW: Mind control, dollification
I feel the sun streaming across my face before I open my eyes and smile against my Daddy's lips when his kisses me softly. He gently pulls his T shirt, the soft cotton one that hangs to my knees and I've become accustomed to sleeping in, up over my head leaving me bare beneath him.
I offer my throat, the heart shaped lock in my hollow ready for his key, but he shakes his head and smiles. "I just want my sweet girl this morning," he says gently. Tears well in my eyes as I remember that he's leaving on business just after breakfast. He kisses them away as they begin to stream down my cheeks and strokes my hair softly. "Shhhh Honey," he soothes me. "It's only for a week and Daddy will call you at least twice every day." His words don't stop my heart from aching. London is at least a six hour flight and an ocean away.
My Daddy strokes gently between my legs. I'm always ready for him and my slick coats my thighs as more tears coat my face. He kisses my quivering lips deeply as he presses slowly inside. I whimper softly. It always hurts a little at first when he penetrates
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. The whimpers shift to soft cries of pleasure as he begins to move and it begins to hurt good.
My Daddy withdraws and rolls me flat on my belly with one leg bent to the side. He knows I love it when he takes me this way. Filling me so completely that I feel I'll be split in two, he resumes his hard staccato strokes and reaches over my hip to stroke my most sensitive places with a more delicate touch.
As I get closer to spilling over, I begin to whine softly and grind my hips backwards against his shaft. "Please Daddy," I whisper remembering to ask permission before I explode. We've been practicing this and my control has improved.
"Not yet baby," he says firmly as I claw the sheets and writhe in the sweetest agony. He continues to fuck me relentlessly, his fingers moving against my soft folds with sinful skill until I fear I'll lose my mind if I'm not allowed to come.
I begin to plead for mercy. He slows his pace and slams into me slowly, once, twice, three times, and I hold my breath praying he'll relent. "Come for me!" he demands and I scream for him. My core clamps down, spasming around his cock and drenching him in my wetness, as I finally find release.
I ride the waves as he takes me harder now. "Again!" he demands causing another orgasm to ignite. He sets me ablaze with pleasure as he makes a noise in his throat I can only characterize as a growl, and fills me with his seed.
Exhausted, I lie panting and my Daddy kisses my forehead. He tells me I won't be alone and that Ana has arrived early this morning to keep me company while he is gone. She is napping in the guest room.
Daddy bathes me and leads me into the purple room for dressing. He turns my key when I take my place on the podium, making me his doll again, and dresses me with care. "I know I'll be leaving shortly," he says gently brushing my hair and fluffing the ruffles of a forest green A-line, "but I wanted to keep an image of you just like this in my mind during my travels."
No tears stream down my face now. I am a doll and unable to move, but the sadness hasn't abated. My Daddy explains that after the first twenty-four hours Ana's Daddy will be joining us to supervise, and that until that time we're not to unlock the doors or gates for any reason. As he turns my key again, giving me leave to speak, I give him my word that I'll not let anyone in.