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He didn't take the flogger from my hands right away; instead he walked
to the radio/bluetooth music player thing - you know the kind in all
the decent hotels - and to my surprise he turned on some low music. I
didn't know what it was, and looking back on it, it could have been
most anything. I heard some trance-y, slow electronica beats type of
thing, very sensual..I was wondering what Daddy is up to when he came
up right behind me and quickly put an arm around my waist, kissing my
neck once, ohh Daddy's scratchy beard on my skin.....
"I'm glad you picked the flogger, slut. It's my favorite too, and a
good way to begin...." He kissed my neck again tenderly with wet lips,
sending a shiver through me, turning me on so much...I was scared and
just now feeling totally put together after my little, um, breakdown,
god I was horny and desperate...I wished so so much that my damn panic
attack had never happened....but it did, and he walked me through
it....he brought me back...ohh Daddy what a man I thought...I'm nothing
in his arms, and maybe I can be everything too....
I was still holding out the flogger in both hands with him behind when
he continued. "But you have to earn it, bitch. It's a privilege for a
cunt like you." I felt his strong hands moving to my neck..seeming to
wrap one around my tall black vinyl collar, and I suddenly heard a
click...then a yank...omg...it pulled me around to him.
Daddy had attached a long thin pink leather leash to the D-ring in the
front of my collar....my clitty was throbbing in my cage, over and over
trying to get hard suddenly..."Open" he commanded, and I remembered,
dropping my jaw for him immediately. He took the flogger from my hands
and placed the handle between my teeth. "Close", and I did, gently
biting down on it, savoring the taste of the expensive leather on my
tongue..."Hand and knees, bitch" he said sternly and I slowly went
down, helped by Daddy offering his strong bear arms as the 7inch
platforms we're not cooperating yet. I looked up at him with desperate
horny eyes, and he turned away from me holding the leash in his big
hand.
Quickly I dropped to all fours and felt a tug. This was my first time
being truly leashed, it took me deep into him, into my submission to
him...I needed, craved to serve him, I needed everything that was about
to happen, please Daddy, please...
I began crawling behind him, keeping my ass arched up high, one knee in
front of the other, when the leash yanked hard.."Keep up, slut!" He
demanded and I quickened my pace, just a few more steps into the living
room of the suite around the couch and he sat down on the big armchair
and pulled me close to him, not between his legs but just outside of
it. My mouth was really filled with the scent and taste of leather
now, as he pulled my head up from the leash, to sit back onto my knees,
the long 50 tails of the flogger resting on my non-tits as I arched
them out for him presenting like the owned slut I needed to be, as he
trained me....
"I put that music on for a whore like you to dance to. Stay on your
knees and show Daddy what a dirty little bitch you are, princess, and
how bad you want my training" He kept instructing me, "Kiss it, put it
down your throat.....earn it if you really want this" He was so good
and flipping my expectations around, making me do things and think in
ways that are deeper than I had thought we would go, manipulating my
desires and making me be very clear about them to him, to admit it
all....to give it all away for you, Daddy.
I heard the low beats playing from the bedroom when I reached up and
took the handle of the flogger out of my mouth with both hands...I
looked at him, and closed my eyes holding the handle right in front of
my lips vertically...I pushed my wet tongue out and licked the length
of the handle slowly, opening my eyes to look at him with lust and need
as I reached the top. Letting out little moans then, as I kissed it
slowly, moving back down the length kiss by wet kiss as if I was
worshipping Daddy's cock....then after covering it...I held my head up
straight towards him, letting my jaw drop open and pushing out my wet
tongue holding it there....I moved the bottom of the handle to my mouth
and stared at him as I pushed in to the back of my fucking throat...it
made me gag hard but I didn't pull it out or look away...I accept,
Daddy, I thought..as I pushed it in again with another hard gag...my
mouth filling up with spit as the third time, I remembered to swallow
and the large handle forced it's way into my whore throat...ohh the
feeling of this, so humiliating and so so full of need and lust...in
and out I throat fucked myself, letting my mouth drool and whimpering
like a desperate bimbo..which I was, I am.....
"What are you, bitch" He demanded in a low voice
I pulled the wet handle from my throat, "I'm a stupid painwhore, Daddy"
"Who's painwhore?
"I'm Daddy's painwhore, I'm Daddy's painwhore!" I said quickly, kissing
the handle again now between phrases.
"Good...turn around, painwhore...on all fours....show me what you want,
slut"
Oh he was doing it again now, making me ask for it, reminding me of
what I wanted, what I had dreamed of and confessed to him..making sure
I wouldn't break again, that I was so horny and desperate, and somehow
reassured through my fears...
I turned and aimed my ass right at him, looking back over my shoulder,
noticing how shiny the purple slut dress was on my back and ass...I
felt so self-conscious of aiming my thonged and plugged ass right at
Daddy, offering it, showing it to him the way so many sissies do on
line with all of their rear shots...take me Daddy, hurt me, I accept, I
thought...
I took the flogger in one hand and let drape over my ass, moving my
hips around sensually, lifting the flogger and bringing it down over my
ass, feeling the soft suede tails drip over my bare cheeks...I saw him
open his robe a little, and his massive cock bulging in tight black
boxer shorts...his hand moved to his bulge and he squeezed
slowly...please let me Daddy please, I thought, breathing in and out
noisily making a show of my desperation.
"What are you, bitch" he commanded again, slower this time
"I'm Daddy's painwhore"
"What do want, painwhore?"
"I want...I want Daddy to...train me...." I said, getting a little
nervous from the thought of what is going to happen
"What else, painwhore?"
"I want....Daddy...I want you to....whip me and make me...make me your
obedient little slut please Daddy please teach me train me the way you
like Daddy please please"
Confessing to him like this, the words started pouring out of me...on
my knees, sensually draping the flogger over my bare cheeks as I asked
for a whipping, for his pain, begged for it....I was going fully into
that sub-space place where nothing matters but the act...
He tugged the leash, and I knew to turn back to him and crawl over...I
put the handle back into my mouth and took a few small crawls following
his tug until I was right in front of him.
"Open" he commanded and I did; he took the flogger from my eager mouth
and got up from the chair, dropping his robe back on it...Ohh
Daddy..this was the first time I had seen so much of him..his bare
barrel chest, dark hair showing some salt-and-pepper, a line of hair
running to under his boxers...his strong thick muscled legs...oh all I
wanted to do was let trisha lick him all over, kiss him and be a whore
for that body owning me, make me your little owned girl please Daddy I
thought, almost shaking with lust for him .
He tugged the leash and ordered: "Get up here, onto the coffee table".
Between the couch and the armchair was a 4 foot sturdy wooden low
coffee table, about 2 feet off the floor. It looked expensive and
polished...I climbed up onto it, positioning myself on all fours with
my ass arched up as I as I could and with my head thrown back, trying
to look as slutty as he was making me feel..
He took the looped end of the leash and placed it on the tabletop in
front of me then walked behind me...and around me..
I felt his strong hand squeeze my ass, going from cheek to cheek..it
was so nice....then a sharp SLAP, then another SLAP on my other cheek.
"Ohhh!" I cried out
"No whimpering, cunt. A painwhore loves her Daddy's gift, doesn't
she?"
"Yes, Daddy"
"Tell it to me"
"I...I love my Daddy's gift, I love it so much...I'm Daddy's
painwhore!" Hearing my self say these things in my femme slutty high
voice..oh wow...
He slapped my ass back and forth few more times, increasing the force
upon my reddening cheeks, as I breathed deep and tried not to cry out,
just to take it, like in the spanking videos I had watched so many
times...the ones where the experienced painsluts are obedient and take
it without too much complaint...dreaming of what must be going through
their minds, and now it's my turn....ohh Daddy's strong big hand,
taking what he owns, ohh Daddy please please don't stop, please take
me, I thought.
He told me later that the initial slapping was to see if I was really
ready for what was about to happen, and I was..I was so ready....
"Now, princess, I'm going to hit you in groups of five, and after each
five, what will you say?"
"Thank you, Daddy?"
"Good girl...breathe in now", and I did taking a long deep breath in as
he stepped to his position behind me and to the side a bit...then I
felt it.
The flogger. First, one hard blow with an accompanying WHAP! then
again, again, again, and again. Blinding searing heavy pain entered
me, radiating from my ass cheeks and coursing through me. Girls, I
don't know if you've been really flogged but it's something unique, at
least to me...A heavy flogger like this with 50 leather tails, also
pushes your ass muscles forward onto you, it almost feels
simultaneously like a mini full-body deep tissue massage taking place
in a split second coupled to the stinging dull growing pain of the
suede straps singing their song against my skin.
"Oh fuck..." I said uncontrollably under my breath to myself..then
quickly scared that he heard me, I said it: " Thank you, Daddy"
I heard him become still, and then the flogger again, making a wind
rushing noise as he brought it down hard...once, again, again, again,
again! My eyes were turning red, I could tell, filling with moisture,
and I was breathing deep trying to cry out.
"Thank you, Daddy!" I burst out through my held breath
I felt his strong hand on the small of my back pushing downward...I had
started to reverse my arch, tucking my ass in under me without
realizing it. He said angrily, "Don't you ever hide your ass from me,
bitch, understand?"
"Yes, Daddy! Yes Daddy!" I repeated...letting his strong hand push me
back into place...ohh I have to keep my ass up high as he does this to
me...yes yes I want to, Daddy, I understand....
Just as I got there as far as my ass could got, the flogger came down
on me again. He started to work all over my ass and the tops of my
legs when I started shaking from the pain, moving it around and pulling
me down into submission....We continued like that maybe 10 more
times...my answers to him "Thank you Daddy, thank you Daddy" growing
more and more breathy and distant as the endorphins rushed over me and
I tried to fight my fear reflex and take it, accept...
But I was shaking now when I saw the handle of the flogger presented to
me in front of my mouth...I knew what Daddy wanted so I took it in my
teeth, holding it.....I felt his strong hand first gently touching my
cheeks - he was checking for tears falling - then touching my ass,
massaging me a little bit...calming me down, tapping my plug
playfully..
"Good little fucking whore" he said lustily...he massaged my ass in
silence for minute...he was as turned on as I was...the mark of a true
sadist, just what I needed on the other side of my desires, I know
now....then I felt the flogger yanked from my mouth and I steeled
myself, letting my midsection arch down like Daddy told me, to get my
ass up for him..
I felt him step into position, as he said "What are you?"
"I'm Daddy's painwhore!"
And immediately he hit me with a new level of strength...WHAP!! I
wasn't prepared and thought I would be pushed right off the table,
crying out for a micro second, unable to keep the sound down as he kept
going...four more times harder than ever...I was in shock that it could
feel this way, all my thoughts disappearing, my mind flashing bright
overpowering light, my body Daddy's focus now, my acceptance of his
pain my only purpose....then I remembered that I hadn't said it:
"Thank you, Daddy!!"
Without a word he continued at this level, each blow coursing through
me, putting cracks in any armor that was left inside me, giving me
sensations that i didn't think possible..he was so strong, so strong
and consistent..every blow to my ass, my legs driving me crazy with
pain and strange pleasure..."Thank you Daddy!" Over and over we
continued maybe 10 more times at this level...until I thought I might
collapse, my arms and legs quivering now, I couldn't to stop them..
He saw it, of course he saw it, he was watching me like a hawk, like
the way a true Dominant sadist watches their submissive for their
approach to the edge..The handle of the flogger was in front of my face
now and I shakily took it between my teeth again as Daddy picked up the
end of the leash.
"Get up, slut and straighten your dress" he ordered in a new tone of
voice. I realized later that when Daddy is whipping me, he goes into
like a Dom space, just like my sub space..we are connecting though the
pain, every blow is like a short but intense touch from him to me, and
every time I take it and love it, I'm giving it back to him..the
submission that completes his Dominance...our lust for each other grows
exponentially...
I tried to get off the table, moving one leg to the floor but found it
hard..my body was resisting, stuck in the position of being on all
fours and just trying to accept his blows, to take then....Daddy moved
a strong arm around my waist and helped me off the coffee table....my
god he's strong, I thought, almost just lifting me onto my feet...he
took a few steps away and tugged at the leash...I followed him,
straightening my dress and running my hands over my burning butt
cheeks..oh wow oh wow...Daddy, I thought...following him obediently,
almost in a trance.
He walked me to the full length mirror by the entrance and with me
facing him, put his two strong hands on my hips to steady me. "Take a
look, bitch" he said..yes yes I wanted to see so bad. I looked behind
me and gasped...my ass and the tops of my legs were a bright pink all
over...mostly uniform but wth a few single outlier pink streaks where
the individual tails had done the most work...I have to be honest right
now...this turned me on as much, well almost as much, like 99% as much,
as being facefucked by Daddy and worshipping his cock...I guess I
really am a mascochistic sissy....yes, I am..I was almost surprised how
much I love it and how good it seemed to look on me,
I guess I was lost staring at my reddened as when he tugged the flogger
from my mouth, and asked me again forcefully "What are you?"
"I'm Daddy's painwhore" I said quicky turning back towards him and
keeping my eyes submissively down
"And what do you want, my painwhore?"
"I want to..to please you Daddy and.....I want.....you train me and use
me Daddy please please?" I said it all looking down at the floor, with
my hands on my stinging bum.
"Good" he said, and stepped toward the counter that we were leaning on
before, separating he entrance area from the living room area.
"Then get your painwhore face on that counter, spread your legs" he
commanded
And I did, bending forward, placing my right cheek on the cold marble
countertop, my ass pushed out as I took a step out with each leg.
"Spread more, bitch"
Another little step out with each high heeled- foot and I moved my
hands to the small of my back, thinking, this is what I'm supposed to
do with my hands....bending my elbow and holding them for dear life. I
could feel my body position...giving it all to Daddy, completely open
and offering him it all....offering to take more, wanting to take
more..please Daddy please...
"I'm not going to stop this time after five, and I expect you to answer
me, never missing an answer, slut. Understand?"
"Yes, Daddy". Even though I was flooding with endorphins now, tingling
all over, I was also scared, I mean he's really taking me down there,
and apparently that was just the beginning.
Then Daddy began. I felt the sweet, difficult pain of the first hit,
then another and another, still more, my legs sometimes kicking up by
reflex, trying not to cry or block his blows with my hands, just accept
trisha, accept accept...I was breathing deeply in and out in some kind
of animalistic rhythm...I don't know how many blows there were before
he started talking to me between them, but his voice was filled with
control and lust.
"What are you!"
"I'm Daddy's painwhore!"
"Who owns that pussy" he would say this after a particularly hard one
right to the center of my cheeks, which stunned my plug also, focusing
my attention on it
"Daddy owns my pussy!"
"What else?"
"Daddy owns my mouth and my pussy!"
"Who are you"
"My name is trisha and Daddy owns my mouth and my pussy!"
"What are you!"
"I'm Daddy's painwhoce"
"What else are you!"
"I'm Daddy's obedient little girl!"
"What else!"
"I'm Daddy's fuckhole slut!"
"What do you love!"
"I love Daddy's cock, I love Daddy's cock!"
I found myself wanting offer answers to questions he didn't ask,
getting lost in the dirty words and the never ending pain, and the
pleasure...
"What, bitch, tell me. Tell me what you want to say!"
He saw me craving to confess and made me do it. I burst out in tears,
begging.
"Please PLEASE...PLEASE FUCK ME DADDY, PLEASE FUCK ME!!!! Ohhhhhhhh!"
He paused for few seconds as I tried not to shake and collapse at his
feet almost mumbling now "Please fuck me Daddy, please fuck me.."
"What are you!" He cut me off sharply...and he started up again...and
so did I....
We kept up like this getting into a strange rhythm where I would go
like into a trance answering him, then snap out of it and want to cry
out stop stop stop please please ! But always talking...tears running
down my face from the pain, from the words, from the confessions, from
the needs, from Daddy....
The blows stopped..and I could hear him panting...or was that me
panting.....oh, we're both panting hard.....I was somewhere in bliss,
in space...ground control to Sissy Trish....
He dropped the flogger down onto the countertop right in front of my
face and I heard the minibar fridge opening...I realized that I was
quietly sobbing, but not out of sadness..out of joy..the joy of giving
in, giving it to Daddy and him taking it from me....he was accepting me
the same way I accepted him...all of my faults and needs and
perversions - they were ok in this space, they were welcome...and we
were there....
A frosty cold plastic water bottle was placed in front of my face on
the countertop. "Drink up.....," he breathed heavily
continuing.."Drink up, baby girl"
To be continued......
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