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We both went back to work this week, and thank goodness it’s Friday. You walk through our front door, but it’s pretty dark. Since my car is in the garage you know I’m home so you call out for me. “Up here” you hear softly. You climb the few steps and start down the hall, the only light coming from the playroom. You push open the door and see me sitting on the edge of the bed; my shoulders hunched and my head hanging. You stand in the doorway and lean against the frame, crossing your arms, “What’s going on?” I respond almost despondently “Just a hard day. Could use a good night, daddy.” You raise an eyebrow, hearing my submission name for you. It’s our trigger to one another to know our previously agreed upon rules are in play until we’re spent or the safe word is uttered. You lift your hand and curl your finger, motioning me to come to you.
I push myself up to my heels and struggle to not rush over to you. You open your arms and I melt into you, arms around your waist, face against your chest. You press me tight against you, and turn us slightly to the door frame, so my back pushes against it. “And what does my princess want tonight?” your hands stroking my sides. I look up “Slow, and hard please daddy.” You smile down on me, and bring your lips to mine. A hard closed mouth kiss with fingers in my curls. In my heels you don’t have to bend over so far, so you pull my head up, almost stretching my neck. You can feel my figners tugging at your shirt, pulling out of your jeans. You lower your hands and wrap your arms around me pulling me from the door frame. You walk me back to the steel table with stirrups, all the while your mouth glued to mine, never leaving me.
Once at the table, you pull back and again stroke my sides. One hand making a turn motion. I instantly respond by turning under you and facing the table. I open my legs as wide as my tight black scuba dress will allow, and place my hands flat on the cool table. I’m positioned between the stirrups that are on the corners of the table, and my ass is pushed out slightly. You take a moment just to watch and take me in visually. You run one hand up my back and into my hair. You push my head down slightly, and brush the curls away to grip the top of the gold zipper. You slowly undo the dress. Your other hand flat on my back sliding down the path of the zipper, over my soft creamy white skin, know just how to color it. The zipper goes down to just to the top of my round ass, so you can see the top lip of my panties. “Pull it down” you command. Making sure to not move up from my slightly bent position I slide off the top of the dress to bunch at my waist” We both watch one another in the mirror along the wall as I expose myself for Daddy. Your favorite front clasping bra covering my round breasts. With just a nod from you, I reach up and undo the clasp, and your favorite globes fall out with taught nipples pointing at you.
You push up against me hard enough to the have the table edge dig into my hips, and reach under my arms to palm your baby’s girls breasts. Your fingers gripping and digging into me hard. You twist your entire hand around until you finally get me to grunt out loud. You reposition your hands to twist again and lick the rim of my left ear, feeling me tremble slightly “Keep those eyes open princess” you whisper deeply in my ear. “Yes Daddy, sorry Daddy.” Feeling your bulge press into my lower back as you hold me against you play with my chest. I watch you lick down my neck and bite my shoulder, teeth and nails stinging my skin. I stay still as Daddy enjoys his baby girl.
You pull back slightly, hands loosening, and I feel a solid strike to the middle of my back by your large hand. Not so painful as it was loud and forceful, almost reverberating inside me. You keep your hand in the spot of your smack to let me feel it to my toes. “Take your bra all the way off.” I reach up and pull the straps down and toss it to the side as you walk to the far wall. I watch in the mirror from my prone position as you remove your jacket, and finish untucking the buttoned shirt I pulled at earlier. You start to roll up your selves exposing your muscled and firm forearms. As you walk back to my position, you bring the rolling tool box with you; the toolbox we spent all holiday season filling with new toys.
First to come out is the industrial thick rubber bands a friend told you about. You place a large number on the table in front of me and from behind you start placing them on the base of my breasts. The first few not really doing much but positioning my tits, then the pressure builds as you wrap more and more on me. By the time my knees are shaking and I’m grunting I have about 15 on each breast. They’re already starting to engorge and redden. We both look in the mirror to see the results of your work, and I see you lick your lips. I get another loud deep smack to the middle of my back. It forces me to hang my head for a second. I pull up immediately, but only in time to see that knowing smirk.
“Perfect time for princess’ last Christmas present.” I smile, you got me a box over the holiday, but told me I wasn’t allowed to open it until I you were ready for me to use it. You set it in front of me where the rubber bands were and had me open it. Your body once again pushing against me, hands sliding up and down my sides and arms all the while. I open the box to find the thick leather posture collar I found a few months back, but through was too expensive. It’s at least 2.5’’ thick with D-rings on all four sides. I look and smile wide. You reach under me and take it out of the box and wrap around my throat. I roll my neck as you place it on my skin and position it. “Ready princess?” I nod, and you tighten the strap, not choking but tight enough that if tied down and pulling I’d choke myself.
Seeing your baby girl all done up pushes you so far, you grab my biceps and turn me hard to face you, mouth on mine within moments. Hard and passionate, tongue spreading lips as your hands grip my back. You feel me grinding against you, wanting to be closer, and you push me away. Both staring at one another, panting slightly. Your hands run down my shoulders to my blood infused breast and grab on them. I grunt and lean back on the table, hands flat behind and my ass at the edge, but not sitting. You release my right side, and reach into the tool box, pulling out the adjustable bull-nose nipple clamps with the chain between them. One more grip to my left breast as you pinch my right nipple in the toy, then the left. I look up at you as you reach to the side and twist the screws to pinch harder. Slowly turning until I finally scream out, closing my eyes for a moment. You grab my chin “Keep them open princess” you growl slightly. I open and look up, whimpering a bit “Yes Daddy.” You lean over and give me a quick swipe of the lips, “That’s a good girl now.”
As I breathe through the new sensations, your hands are on my thighs pulling up my dress, the fabric completely bunched at my mid-section. You turn me back around to face the table, but hold my wrists. “You me how you masturbate hands free baby girl.” I smile up at you, knowing what you want to see. I reach back and rub my ass before sliding my hands under my panty fabric and pulling it up my ass like a thick bunched up thong. I run my fingers over my hips and down between my legs. Now that the dress is pulled up I can open my legs wider. I pull my panties up my slit, reaching down to pull apart my labia, so the fabric is tight on my clit. You watch me wriggle a bit as I get my panties and body into position. I then pull up the sides of my panties hard as I bend my knees. When done I place my palms flat on the table and look up at you for further directions. I’m slightly wriggling my hips.
I get another strong slap to the middle of my back, pushing the air out of my lungs. I feel you move against me, a thigh between my legs, your bulge on my hip, and a hand reaching under my arm to grab the nipple chain and tug. “Hump and ask to cum princess.” Commanding with your mouth on me ear. We both watch one another as I rub myself against your leg and you tease my nipples. My lips open and panting. Body writhing against yours. In just a few minutes you can see and feel how worked up you have me, before I’m murmuring “Cum? Cum? Cum? Cum?” With my request, you take a few steps away, pulling your hands and body from me. “No princess you can’t.” I shiver and my legs tremble as I hold myself up, trying not to go on. Chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. “MMM there’s my good girl, now get that dress off and on the table, panties remain and heels.” I look up in the mirror to see you “Yes daddy.”
I lower the fabric down my legs and step out of it. I turn and sit on the table. The steel nice and cold, I have goose bumps all over my skin. I lay back and feel the sting from the spot on the middle of my back from your hand. I go to position myself into the stirrups and I feel your hands guiding me in, and pulling me down the table. The cloth lined leather straps wrapped around my ankles and knees. Then you move to the left side, and pull the arm extension out, my left arm bound at the wrist and elbow. You throw a strap over my stomach, then go to my right side and do the same. Strapping down my stomach before moving to behind my head. I look up and gaze into your face with that lustful smile that lets me know Daddy’s in complete control and loving it. You look down at your trussed up princess, then peer at my face. Seeing the devotion, need, lust, and submission that’s reminds you I’m yours. You caress my cheek as your other hands grabs for the chain on the side of the table, and hooks into the collar. You do the same on the other side. “Can you move princess?” I try pulling my head up, and can only go about an inch. I tug at my legs and arms and wiggle my hips, I shake my head. You lick your lips, we both know how immobility can serve as an aphrodisiac to me.
You reach up to the ceiling and pull on the chain. I see a smallish hook on the end and look down to watch you pull on the nipple clamp chain. You attach it, then walk to wall and turn the crank to pull it back up. You go slow and hear me moan, then grunt; when I scream you finally stop. If the clamp wasn’t so tight you think it would pop off. You place a large hand between my tits as I cry out. No tears yet, but grunting through the pain. Your hand holding me down in domination and comfort. You stay there until I still, and look down on me, waiting. I look to you “Thank you Daddy” I whimper. You smile, remove your hand, and walk way to between my legs.
You place a hand on my stomach and another on my wedgied mound, pushing the heel of your palm into me, panties rubbing my clit. You watch me start to buck in my limited movement, hear me moan, and feel your hand getting moist. Within just mere moments “Daddy cum, fuck please Daddy?!?!?!” You hold your hand against me and stop rubbing, not answer. “FFFFUKKKKK stop stop, shhittttt” Trying to hold in my orgasm since I didn’t get a yes. You lessen the pressure as you see me working to obey, but keep both hands on me. SWAT hard to my cunt “Good princess.” I pant as your hands come away, and I hear the drawer of the tool box open and close.
I feel cool metal run along my exposed thighs and ass cheeks. Unsure what it is, but knowing it’s long and has a pointed edge. You play with my flesh as you run the scissors over me. I can feel you move down under my ass, lifting just a bit, then SNIP as the back is cut. You run the cool metal edge along my labia. You put the scissors on my stomach. Then one hand grips my panties that rest on my mound, and your other hand covers my slit. You start to pull slowly. I groan as you pull the bunched fabric through my slit, pressing your hand in me to make sure it doesn’t slip out. You see my thighs trembling, as the fabric finally comes out. You cut off the rest, sniff the damp fabric, and toss it to the side. TAP TAP, you hold the blades of the scissors and lightly spank my pussy with the handle of the scissors. Then TAP TAP again two more times. You rub the metal on me before two more TAP TAPs. I’m moaning and wriggling as you see the metal start to imprint in my trimmed mound. TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP. “AAHAHHRHRHRHRHHR” I scream out as you repeatedly hit and get harder. I breathe deeply as you replace the scissors in the tool box.
A few moments later I don’t feel you, and can’t move to see you, so I rest into the table awaiting the next experience. I close my eyes.
When you finally see me relax the tension from my muscles and sink into the table and my binds, you come back with hands filled with the next bit of use.
One moment I’m quiet and relaxed, the next I’m screaming, and tears well up. You’re standing at my head, and I can see the two large black candles I lit as soon as I got home in your hands. Daddy’s dumping all the pooled wax onto my breasts, coating and covering the nipples, clamps, areolas, and flesh. “FFUCKKKK STOOPPP SSHHIITITITTT.” Not hearing the safe word, you turn the candles upside down to get all the wax, and snuffing out the wicks. I scream and cry out, you look down as a sob escapes my lips. You set the candles down next to my head and relight them. You caress my cheeks and stroke away the tears “My princess looks so good in black.” You lean down and kiss my forehead before walking away to get some of the other candles in the room I lit earlier.
I feel a smooth long waxy stick rub up and down my slit before your fingers spread me and the flat bottom is pushed into my pussy. Slow and deep until you feel the resistance of my cervix. The candle is almost completely eaten by your baby girl’s cunt. Just the tapered edge and wick stick out. You grab the two other pink candles and dump them without ceremony on my mound. “FFUFKKSHHITTAHAHAHHAHA” unable to even speak words. I’m barely able to catch my breath when the next volley of wax is dumped on my cunt.
Crying, your hands grip the flesh on the inside of my thighs. I moan and tremble, before I start to feel the tip of your cock at my waxed covered pussy. You start pushing in, just below the candle stick. I shake my head “Take it out….out…take the candle ouuuttt” You smile as you press into your submitted baby girl. “Not tonight princess” You plant your feet and propel yourself forward, hard cock plunged deep. Daddy begins his first submitted fuck with his princess of the new year.
I push myself up to my heels and struggle to not rush over to you. You open your arms and I melt into you, arms around your waist, face against your chest. You press me tight against you, and turn us slightly to the door frame, so my back pushes against it. “And what does my princess want tonight?” your hands stroking my sides. I look up “Slow, and hard please daddy.” You smile down on me, and bring your lips to mine. A hard closed mouth kiss with fingers in my curls. In my heels you don’t have to bend over so far, so you pull my head up, almost stretching my neck. You can feel my figners tugging at your shirt, pulling out of your jeans. You lower your hands and wrap your arms around me pulling me from the door frame. You walk me back to the steel table with stirrups, all the while your mouth glued to mine, never leaving me.
Once at the table, you pull back and again stroke my sides. One hand making a turn motion. I instantly respond by turning under you and facing the table. I open my legs as wide as my tight black scuba dress will allow, and place my hands flat on the cool table. I’m positioned between the stirrups that are on the corners of the table, and my ass is pushed out slightly. You take a moment just to watch and take me in visually. You run one hand up my back and into my hair. You push my head down slightly, and brush the curls away to grip the top of the gold zipper. You slowly undo the dress. Your other hand flat on my back sliding down the path of the zipper, over my soft creamy white skin, know just how to color it. The zipper goes down to just to the top of my round ass, so you can see the top lip of my panties. “Pull it down” you command. Making sure to not move up from my slightly bent position I slide off the top of the dress to bunch at my waist” We both watch one another in the mirror along the wall as I expose myself for Daddy. Your favorite front clasping bra covering my round breasts. With just a nod from you, I reach up and undo the clasp, and your favorite globes fall out with taught nipples pointing at you.
You push up against me hard enough to the have the table edge dig into my hips, and reach under my arms to palm your baby’s girls breasts. Your fingers gripping and digging into me hard. You twist your entire hand around until you finally get me to grunt out loud. You reposition your hands to twist again and lick the rim of my left ear, feeling me tremble slightly “Keep those eyes open princess” you whisper deeply in my ear. “Yes Daddy, sorry Daddy.” Feeling your bulge press into my lower back as you hold me against you play with my chest. I watch you lick down my neck and bite my shoulder, teeth and nails stinging my skin. I stay still as Daddy enjoys his baby girl.
You pull back slightly, hands loosening, and I feel a solid strike to the middle of my back by your large hand. Not so painful as it was loud and forceful, almost reverberating inside me. You keep your hand in the spot of your smack to let me feel it to my toes. “Take your bra all the way off.” I reach up and pull the straps down and toss it to the side as you walk to the far wall. I watch in the mirror from my prone position as you remove your jacket, and finish untucking the buttoned shirt I pulled at earlier. You start to roll up your selves exposing your muscled and firm forearms. As you walk back to my position, you bring the rolling tool box with you; the toolbox we spent all holiday season filling with new toys.
First to come out is the industrial thick rubber bands a friend told you about. You place a large number on the table in front of me and from behind you start placing them on the base of my breasts. The first few not really doing much but positioning my tits, then the pressure builds as you wrap more and more on me. By the time my knees are shaking and I’m grunting I have about 15 on each breast. They’re already starting to engorge and redden. We both look in the mirror to see the results of your work, and I see you lick your lips. I get another loud deep smack to the middle of my back. It forces me to hang my head for a second. I pull up immediately, but only in time to see that knowing smirk.
“Perfect time for princess’ last Christmas present.” I smile, you got me a box over the holiday, but told me I wasn’t allowed to open it until I you were ready for me to use it. You set it in front of me where the rubber bands were and had me open it. Your body once again pushing against me, hands sliding up and down my sides and arms all the while. I open the box to find the thick leather posture collar I found a few months back, but through was too expensive. It’s at least 2.5’’ thick with D-rings on all four sides. I look and smile wide. You reach under me and take it out of the box and wrap around my throat. I roll my neck as you place it on my skin and position it. “Ready princess?” I nod, and you tighten the strap, not choking but tight enough that if tied down and pulling I’d choke myself.
Seeing your baby girl all done up pushes you so far, you grab my biceps and turn me hard to face you, mouth on mine within moments. Hard and passionate, tongue spreading lips as your hands grip my back. You feel me grinding against you, wanting to be closer, and you push me away. Both staring at one another, panting slightly. Your hands run down my shoulders to my blood infused breast and grab on them. I grunt and lean back on the table, hands flat behind and my ass at the edge, but not sitting. You release my right side, and reach into the tool box, pulling out the adjustable bull-nose nipple clamps with the chain between them. One more grip to my left breast as you pinch my right nipple in the toy, then the left. I look up at you as you reach to the side and twist the screws to pinch harder. Slowly turning until I finally scream out, closing my eyes for a moment. You grab my chin “Keep them open princess” you growl slightly. I open and look up, whimpering a bit “Yes Daddy.” You lean over and give me a quick swipe of the lips, “That’s a good girl now.”
As I breathe through the new sensations, your hands are on my thighs pulling up my dress, the fabric completely bunched at my mid-section. You turn me back around to face the table, but hold my wrists. “You me how you masturbate hands free baby girl.” I smile up at you, knowing what you want to see. I reach back and rub my ass before sliding my hands under my panty fabric and pulling it up my ass like a thick bunched up thong. I run my fingers over my hips and down between my legs. Now that the dress is pulled up I can open my legs wider. I pull my panties up my slit, reaching down to pull apart my labia, so the fabric is tight on my clit. You watch me wriggle a bit as I get my panties and body into position. I then pull up the sides of my panties hard as I bend my knees. When done I place my palms flat on the table and look up at you for further directions. I’m slightly wriggling my hips.
I get another strong slap to the middle of my back, pushing the air out of my lungs. I feel you move against me, a thigh between my legs, your bulge on my hip, and a hand reaching under my arm to grab the nipple chain and tug. “Hump and ask to cum princess.” Commanding with your mouth on me ear. We both watch one another as I rub myself against your leg and you tease my nipples. My lips open and panting. Body writhing against yours. In just a few minutes you can see and feel how worked up you have me, before I’m murmuring “Cum? Cum? Cum? Cum?” With my request, you take a few steps away, pulling your hands and body from me. “No princess you can’t.” I shiver and my legs tremble as I hold myself up, trying not to go on. Chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. “MMM there’s my good girl, now get that dress off and on the table, panties remain and heels.” I look up in the mirror to see you “Yes daddy.”
I lower the fabric down my legs and step out of it. I turn and sit on the table. The steel nice and cold, I have goose bumps all over my skin. I lay back and feel the sting from the spot on the middle of my back from your hand. I go to position myself into the stirrups and I feel your hands guiding me in, and pulling me down the table. The cloth lined leather straps wrapped around my ankles and knees. Then you move to the left side, and pull the arm extension out, my left arm bound at the wrist and elbow. You throw a strap over my stomach, then go to my right side and do the same. Strapping down my stomach before moving to behind my head. I look up and gaze into your face with that lustful smile that lets me know Daddy’s in complete control and loving it. You look down at your trussed up princess, then peer at my face. Seeing the devotion, need, lust, and submission that’s reminds you I’m yours. You caress my cheek as your other hands grabs for the chain on the side of the table, and hooks into the collar. You do the same on the other side. “Can you move princess?” I try pulling my head up, and can only go about an inch. I tug at my legs and arms and wiggle my hips, I shake my head. You lick your lips, we both know how immobility can serve as an aphrodisiac to me.
You reach up to the ceiling and pull on the chain. I see a smallish hook on the end and look down to watch you pull on the nipple clamp chain. You attach it, then walk to wall and turn the crank to pull it back up. You go slow and hear me moan, then grunt; when I scream you finally stop. If the clamp wasn’t so tight you think it would pop off. You place a large hand between my tits as I cry out. No tears yet, but grunting through the pain. Your hand holding me down in domination and comfort. You stay there until I still, and look down on me, waiting. I look to you “Thank you Daddy” I whimper. You smile, remove your hand, and walk way to between my legs.
You place a hand on my stomach and another on my wedgied mound, pushing the heel of your palm into me, panties rubbing my clit. You watch me start to buck in my limited movement, hear me moan, and feel your hand getting moist. Within just mere moments “Daddy cum, fuck please Daddy?!?!?!” You hold your hand against me and stop rubbing, not answer. “FFFFUKKKKK stop stop, shhittttt” Trying to hold in my orgasm since I didn’t get a yes. You lessen the pressure as you see me working to obey, but keep both hands on me. SWAT hard to my cunt “Good princess.” I pant as your hands come away, and I hear the drawer of the tool box open and close.
I feel cool metal run along my exposed thighs and ass cheeks. Unsure what it is, but knowing it’s long and has a pointed edge. You play with my flesh as you run the scissors over me. I can feel you move down under my ass, lifting just a bit, then SNIP as the back is cut. You run the cool metal edge along my labia. You put the scissors on my stomach. Then one hand grips my panties that rest on my mound, and your other hand covers my slit. You start to pull slowly. I groan as you pull the bunched fabric through my slit, pressing your hand in me to make sure it doesn’t slip out. You see my thighs trembling, as the fabric finally comes out. You cut off the rest, sniff the damp fabric, and toss it to the side. TAP TAP, you hold the blades of the scissors and lightly spank my pussy with the handle of the scissors. Then TAP TAP again two more times. You rub the metal on me before two more TAP TAPs. I’m moaning and wriggling as you see the metal start to imprint in my trimmed mound. TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP. “AAHAHHRHRHRHRHHR” I scream out as you repeatedly hit and get harder. I breathe deeply as you replace the scissors in the tool box.
A few moments later I don’t feel you, and can’t move to see you, so I rest into the table awaiting the next experience. I close my eyes.
When you finally see me relax the tension from my muscles and sink into the table and my binds, you come back with hands filled with the next bit of use.
One moment I’m quiet and relaxed, the next I’m screaming, and tears well up. You’re standing at my head, and I can see the two large black candles I lit as soon as I got home in your hands. Daddy’s dumping all the pooled wax onto my breasts, coating and covering the nipples, clamps, areolas, and flesh. “FFUCKKKK STOOPPP SSHHIITITITTT.” Not hearing the safe word, you turn the candles upside down to get all the wax, and snuffing out the wicks. I scream and cry out, you look down as a sob escapes my lips. You set the candles down next to my head and relight them. You caress my cheeks and stroke away the tears “My princess looks so good in black.” You lean down and kiss my forehead before walking away to get some of the other candles in the room I lit earlier.
I feel a smooth long waxy stick rub up and down my slit before your fingers spread me and the flat bottom is pushed into my pussy. Slow and deep until you feel the resistance of my cervix. The candle is almost completely eaten by your baby girl’s cunt. Just the tapered edge and wick stick out. You grab the two other pink candles and dump them without ceremony on my mound. “FFUFKKSHHITTAHAHAHHAHA” unable to even speak words. I’m barely able to catch my breath when the next volley of wax is dumped on my cunt.
Crying, your hands grip the flesh on the inside of my thighs. I moan and tremble, before I start to feel the tip of your cock at my waxed covered pussy. You start pushing in, just below the candle stick. I shake my head “Take it out….out…take the candle ouuuttt” You smile as you press into your submitted baby girl. “Not tonight princess” You plant your feet and propel yourself forward, hard cock plunged deep. Daddy begins his first submitted fuck with his princess of the new year.
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