I was trembling for ages, before I stopped. I opened my eyes again, and looked at Daddy. I had come all over the edge of his desk. I sagged against his hands. He looked so serious.
“Did I tell you you could come?”
Oh, hell. “… No?” Was this a part of it? I had to ask permission to come for him? I had no idea! “No? No you didn’t, Daddy.”
“No. I did not give you permission to come. And I certainly didn’t give you permission to come on my desk. Clean it up, little girl.”
A wire of hot desire ran through me, from my pussy, all the way up my spine to my head. I was still dizzy with the orgasm, but he was so commanding. I nodded, and grabbed the roll of paper towels we kept in the office. I wiped down his desk, dry as a bone. I took a sterile wipe out of a plastic tube, and wiped it clean again. I scrubbed really hard, and followed that up with another paper towel. I threw them in the trash.
I looked at Daddy. His expression was still severe. “Come over here, young lady,” he commanded. Oh, Daddy. I think I liked it when he was so bossy…
I went over to him. “When you’re good, Alison, you get rewarded. But when you’re bad…” he shook his head. “Get on your knees.”
I did as Daddy told me. “Open your mouth.” I did.
He took his cock in his hand, and pointed it into my mouth. Before I knew what was going on, he slid his cock past my lips, over my tongue. MMmnnN!
Daddy started fucking my face. He took my head in his hands, and moved my face back and forth, over his cock. I was so fucking turned on. I had never been used like this before. Fuck. I was still wet. I wanted to play with myself.
I moaned. I tapped his hand twice, and he stopped. He pulled his cock out of my mouth. “What is it, little girl?”
“Can… can I play with myself while you fuck my face, Daddy?” He looked down on me.
“That sounds an awful lot like a reward to me. Once you’ve been properly punished, we can talk.”
“… Okay.”
He nodded. He liked that I was so agreeable. “Good. Now open up that mouth.”
I did, and he shoved his cock back in, past my lips. “Mmmn… that’s good. Suck on it.” I did as I was told. He liked that. He started moving my face back and forth, while he stood still. He was rock hard in my mouth. I coughed a little as a drop of his pre-cum landed on my tongue. He stopped and looked down on me. I was breathing through my nose, then.
“Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded, and all he said was, “Good.” He went back to fucking my face.
Jeez. I’d never been in such powerful hands, before. I lost all doubt, all fear that this was anything but perfectly okay. I gave my control over to him, and relaxed into it fully. This was fucking amazing. Another few drops of pre-cum slipped out of his cock. He grunted. He was close.
“Alison. Listen very carefully. I’m going to come on your chest. You are not to clean it up. Do you hear me?”
I nodded for him, then. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and gripped my shoulder. He stroked himself, faster and faster. I was hypnotized, watching him jerk off so close to me. He was getting closer to coming. His legs were trembling.
Finally, he grunted out loud, and shot his pearly hot cum across my tits. Fuck! A flash of electric pleasure sang under my skin, where his cum splashed onto my body. He pressed his cock to my breast, as another splash of cum shot across my tit. I bit my lip. Mmmm, Daddy…
He looked down on me. “You’re my little girl now. That means you do what I tell you. Understood??”
I nodded. I was his. “You like feeling my cum on your tits, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question. I nodded again.
“Good. Now.” He dragged his fingers across my tits, collecting a strand of his white, sticky cum. He held two fingers out. “Suck.”
I opened my lips and sucked the cum off his fingers. His cum tasted different from the stuff I’d had before. It wasn’t bitter. It was just… almost nothing. So strange… I moaned for him, as I licked his fingers clean.
He wiped his fingers across my chest again, collecting more cum. I licked them clean again, moaning with delight. My chest was sticky, but he’d gotten most of his cum off my tits.
Daddy kept a gym bag in the office, he exercised a few nights a week, after work. He pulled out a towel and sat down on it, on the couch. He patted the couch, and I came over next to him, and sat with my head in his lap.
He stroked my short hair with his hand, and spoke softly to me. “There. You were very good just now, Alison. You were a good little girl. Good little girls don’t get punished, do they.”
I shook my head ‘no’.
“Good little girls get rewards.” He stroked my face gently, then, and bent down to kiss my lips.
“If you’re very good… I’ll even take you to the dungeon for a special treat.”
Oh, hell. This morning, I’d gotten up a normal nineteen year old girl, with a day job and a junior year of college classes to plan for. Now my boss had become my Daddy, and I was his Good Little Girl. What the hell were we going to do for an encore??
CHAPTER SEVEN
But Daddy, We're in PUBLIC
I’ve been in a monogamous relationship with my Daddy now for eighteen months. I trust him implicitly. He takes care of me, and rewards me when I’ve been good. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have found him, but I’m grateful for him.
He’s told me, over and over, how happy is that I’m his good little girl. It makes me warm inside, just thinking about him.
But it isn’t perfect. I haven’t always been his good little girl. In fact, there are times where I just haven’t been able to help myself. I’ve played with myself when he’s not home, and come when he said not to. I’ve gotten on his lap and asked for attention when he was busy with work. I’ve made messes and refused to clean them up.
I sat down with Daddy. He cares about me so much, but sometimes I just drive him crazy! We talked it over, and we agreed on a fairly strict punishment. Underneath everything else is respect, he would never do anything I honestly didn’t want. But what he has in mind for me tonight is something incredible.
Mostly, I like the way I look. I’m five foot seven. I have olive brown skin, straight black hair, and warm brown eyes. I have some curves. What I am, is terribly self-conscious. I don’t like anybody looking at my body. I feel exposed in public, if I’m showing even a little bit of skin.
Daddy’s taking me to the Dungeon tonight… and he’s going to show me off. All of me. I was incredibly nervous, but he said he’d be by my side the whole time. He told me to think about it good and hard. I don’t know whether he’s trying to make me more nervous, or left.
He asked me to shave my pussy. I’ve kept my pubic hair trimmed, but he wanted it completely gone, for tonight. I did as I was told. I took a long, hot shower. I got out and looked in the mirror. I was completely hairless, from the neck down.
I’m self-conscious of my ass, even though Daddy says it looks great. I’m self-conscious of my belly, even though Daddy tells me it’s cute. I’m self-conscious of my breasts. I think they’re too big, and my nipples… ugh. My areolae are fat, and dark pink. My Daddy says he loves my body because it’s mine. I can’t help wishing my breasts were a bit smaller.
Now I’m self-conscious of my pussy. Since I shaved, it’s raw, bright pink, and my lips are so puffy and thick.
Daddy laid out my outfit. It’s a simple enough black dress, but he’s also picked out the flimsiest white cotton and lace underwear. These soft little strings hold the cups together, and the waistline of the panties is basically string, which means the fabric can be pushed to one side or the other really easily. I just know he’s going to take advantage of that.
In my heart of hearts, there’s a part of me deep down that gets excited about the prospect of being exposed like that…
I just hope I can take it.
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We reach the Dungeon around nine thirty. There’s a good crowd of people. Tonight is a night for open play. There are st
ations set up through out the dungeon for different kinks. There are a few St. Andrews’ crosses. There are bondage horses, some with pads, and one without. There’s a corner made to look like a medical exam room, complete with padded table and a jar full of tongue depressors. There are sofas, too, with couples just mingling, or kissing.
I don’t see anybody I know terribly well, and I feel a slight relief. It’ll be easier, somehow, being naked around strangers.
Daddy takes my coat, and my shoes. He’s wearing a charcoal suit— my favorite of his— and he kisses me on the cheek. “You’re being very brave, Princess. Do well tonight, and all will be forgiven. Understand?” I nod in agreement.
He holds out his arm, and I take it. We walk into the dungeon proper. We don’t get far when I see something new, against the far wall: it’s a projection screen. It takes up half the wall, and it’s showing a live feed to a camera someone has in the dungeon. I go pale, just looking at it.
I ask an attendant about it. Ordinarily, cameras are a no-no in the dungeon. But one of the managers installed it himself— absolutely no footage is leaving the dungeon. Its a perfect closed circuit. People can decide whether or not they want to be on the big screen… and my belly fills with butterflies.
Daddy escorts me around the dungeon. We make a full tour around the different sites. We even sit and watch a couple, a tall blonde man and a brunette woman. He flogs her, and checks in every ten strokes or so to make sure she’s okay. Sitting next to my Daddy, I feel how tense he is. He’s getting hard, I just know it. He’s always liked to watch…
His fingers play at my back. At first I think he’s just being his usual affectionate self, until I realize he’s pulling down the zipper on my dress.
I take a sharp breath. You’re okay. You’re okay, Penny. You’re okay. I feel the cool air on my back, and a chill runs right up my spine. This is how it starts.
He kisses me on the cheek, and whispers in my ear. “Stand up.”
I nod, and do as I’m told. He unzips the zipper, all the way down to my ass. He nudges the fabric off my shoulders. The dress slides off my skin like water. No resistance at all. It pools around my ankles in a little black circle. Daddy takes my hand and has me step out of it. I’m down to my bra and panties, now.
My heart is pounding. Daddy takes my face in his hand, and kisses me on the lips, reassuring me. “You look beautiful, Princess. Now. Stand up straight.”
I am almost shivering with nerves. I have the start of goosebumps on my arms and legs. He runs his smooth, strong hands down my shoulders, my arms. So much skin is exposed… I want to cover myself. My breasts, my groin, even my belly. My skin is tingling with the cool chill in the air.
The second Daddy’s hands leave me, I cover my chest with one hand, and my pussy with the other. He purses his lips and looks sternly at me. “Baby… what did we agree to?”
I lower my head in shame. “Not to cover up, Daddy.”
He takes me by the chin, and lifts my gaze up to meet his. “That’s right. If you don’t obey the terms for your whole punishment… you’re just going to make it harder on yourself.”
I nod. “What are you going to do?”
He sighs. “What I said I was going to, if you did this.”
He slips his hand into his pocket, and pulls out a black silk ribbon. “Hands behind your back, now…”
I do as I’m told. He binds my wrists together with the strip of silk. Tight, but not so tight that it cuts off circulation.
I start breathing harder. There really is nothing stopping him now, from doing anything he wants to me. He kisses me on the cheek, and a new flush of warmth spills down my insides. Daddy…
We tour around the dungeon again, and stop several times to talk with people. Daddy invites them to inspect me, to look but don’t touch.
My bra is an ornate little thing. Tiny ribbons hold the cups together, in the front, and Daddy has loosened the knots tying them together. I love and hate it. I’m afraid I might spill out of it, any second.
He walks me around, his hand in the small of my back. He steers me so I don’t run into people, but his hand also forces me to arch my back, sticking out my breasts. This is nudging me further and further out of my comfort zone. I’m so turned on right now I can barely speak.
Daddy beckons at an older man in a three-piece suit. He’s got to be somewhere in his fifties, if not older. He smiles, and there’s a twinkle in his eye. “Hi there,” says Daddy. “Do you like what you see?”
I bite my lip. The older man leans in, and examines my face, my neck, my chest. I peer down at my chest. The edges of my areolae are peeking out of the cups… oh god. Oh god, he can see me! I squirm, on the balls of my feet.
“Don’t squirm,” Daddy says.
“She’s quite lovely,” the gentleman says. Please move on, I pray. Please move on.
Daddy nods, and looks at me. “Turn out your thigh, Princess.” Oh god.
“Would you like a glimpse of her pussy?” asks Daddy. The old lech breaks into a grin.
“I’d be delighted to!”
Daddy’s fingers caress my thigh, and slip up to my groin. Gently, delicately, he nudges the fabric toward my right leg. Cool air hits my lips. I shut my eyes, knowing that Daddy is exposing my pussy to a complete stranger. I want to squirm. I want to run away. I want to fuck my Daddy so hard right now.
“My my, she appears quite wet!”
Daddy, no…
Daddy slips a finger into my pussy, and I’m almost dripping. He withdraws his finger, and sucks on it. “So she is. Thank you for pointing it out.”
He takes my panties between his fingers, and covers my pussy again. The butterflies in my stomach are ready to fly up, up, right out of my mouth.
I swallow a moan. Daddy looks at me, and his eyes go to my breasts. He slips that same finger into the cup of my bra, and peels it back. He looks at my nipple, in public, in front of the old man. “You are excited, aren’t you? Look at you. You’re practically erect, Princess.”
I nod. I have to nod. I haven’t been given permission to speak. I can, however, say my safe word any time I actually need to. One phrase from me, Lily of the Valley, and this would all be over. I am so wet I want to scream.
Daddy removes his finger from my bra, but the cup just stays open. Half my nipple is exposed, and peeking out at the world. I moan, soft and quiet.
“Princess? Is something wrong?” He leans in close so I don’t have to speak too loudly.
“Daddy… I want to go. I want to go and have you fuck me. Please. This is excruciating.”
He looks at me, and doesn’t blink. I didn’t use my safe word. I’m still okay. For the longest time, he says nothing.
“I don’t think so, Princess. This is your punishment. It would hardly be a punishment if it ended whenever you said so.” I nod, chastised. I sink my head in shame.
“Do you know what happens if you ask to end your punishment early?”
I barely speak above a whisper. “I make it harder on myself.”
He nods. “That’s right, Princess. That’s exactly right.”
Daddy takes me to the St. Andrew’s Cross. He unties the silk ribbon binding my hands.
“Well,” he says, an undercurrent of impatience in his voice. “Get on.”
I do as I’m told, and lean back on the St. Andrew’s cross. Daddy binds my wrists in leather cuffs. Again, they’re tight enough to restrain, but not cut off circulation. He kisses each wrist as he ties me down, and repeats again with my ankles.
“How are you feeling, baby?”
“… Anxious.” He nods, as if this is perfectly normal.
“You understand why we’re doing this, don’t you.” I nod. I’ve been bad, and I agreed to this in advance. We’re skirting closer and closer to my limits, though…
He kisses my cheek. “Be a brave girl, now. And when it’s over, all will be forgiven and you’ll get a reward.”
I nod.
Daddy doesn’t hesitate. He tugs the
tiny ribbon, on the cup of my bra. It falls open, and my breast spills out. It jiggles a little in the naked air. I can barely breathe.
They’re staring. They’re staring at my breasts Daddy, why are you letting them stare at your Princess—
He repeats the action on the other cup, and it tumbles open. My breasts are completely exposed, and I squirm in discomfort on the cross. “Daddy…”
“Don’t whimper.” He uses his serious voice.
I can call this off any time. I can call this off any time.
A woman is staring at me, from several feet away. She can’t stop looking at my breasts. Daddy beckons her over. “Don’t be shy! Come take a look!”
The woman is wearing red lingerie and nothing else. She eyes me like a show pony. “You’re very lucky. You have a lovely Princess.”
Daddy beams at me. “See? She thinks you’re lovely.”
My breasts are too big. My nipples are too fat and she’s staring at my breasts, oh god… the woman leans in, admiring my bosom. “Very lovely.”
Daddy strokes my cheek with the back of his hand. “I agree.”
Daddy snaps his fingers for an attendant, who comes over casually. “I brought a black duffel bag in, with a silver stripe on top. Would you bring it over, please?”
The attendant nods, and goes off to fetch it. What is he getting?
Meanwhile, the couple we saw earlier, the blonde and the brunette, come by the cross. The man eats me up with his eyes. I can feel his gaze on my chest. I want to run away. I want to crawl under a dozen blankets and hide and vanish and disappear. Daddy leans down, and kisses my breast. He bites my nipple lightly. I break out in a blush.
Daddy sets down a sterile napkin between my legs. What is he doing…?
The attendant returns with his duffel bag. Daddy thanks him, unzips the bag… and pulls out my favorite vibrator. Oh no. Oh, Daddy!
I can quit any time I need. Lily of the Valley, that’s all I have to say… So why don’t I say it?
The man and his woman keep staring with keen interest. He starts kissing his woman’s neck, and makes a fist in her long brown hair. She moans for him, and grabs his cock through his pants. I start breathing heavier.
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