The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection

by Frost, E J

  She shivers all over. “Both, Daddy.”

  “Uh-huh.” I can tell by how hard her nipples are getting and the way she’s gone owl-eyed despite the room’s warm lights. “Little breeding mares need to be well-serviced. Once Stallion Daddy’s done with you, I think I’ll set you up with a horse dildo on a fuck-machine. Then I can watch your face while I milk these little udders myself.” I twist her nipples and she mewls in pleasure-pain. “Have you ever been fucked with a horse cock, little girl? It’s like being fisted, by a giant.”

  Her eyes roll back. “No, Daddy.”

  “Don’t you come, little girl.”

  She shudders but focuses on me again. “I’m trying not to, Daddy, but you’re making it really hard.”

  “Mm-hmm. While you’re being tickled, my girl, I want you to think about being mounted over and over while you’re milked until you beg Stallion Daddy for mercy in sweet little whinnies.”

  I kiss her on the forehead and release her breasts after a final, hard pinch that leaves her panting. She weaves her way over to the bed, looking dazed. Pretty sure her busy mind is empty of every thought except being bred. That’s just where I want her.

  I pick up my play bag and pull out Emily’s blindfold and pink cuffs. I have an idea of what Ten and Javier plan to do with the suspension hook, and I like the way they think.

  Sean elbows me as I’m gathering equipment. “I’d be happy to help, if you’d like to do a pony scene with Emily.”

  “I’d appreciate that. I don’t share her, just so you know.”

  “No problem. Let me know if you need any equipment for the scene.”

  “Those hoof boots are spectacular, but I’m guessing it takes quite a while for the pony to learn how to walk in them?”

  Sean wiggles his hand back and forth. “All depends on the pony and how good her natural balance is. Fancy steps will take her a while to learn, but we could probably get Emily trotting on the hooves during her first training session. Let me know when you want to give it a try.”

  “Next week.” Our roster is kind of full until then. “Maybe Wednesday?”

  “Sounds good. I’m training Moon and Allyn in the mornings next week. Any time after noon is great.”

  “Thanks, Sean.”

  He pats my shoulder. “Good to have you back, buddy. Missed you.”

  He did? I’ve always been friendly with Sean, but I’ve never counted him a close friend. “Good to be back.”

  “Maybe after the training session on Wednesday, you and Emily could stick around and have dinner with me and Moon? She’d like to get to know Emily better.” Sean clears his throat. “Moon’s not always been comfortable here, either.”

  “We’d like that.” I shift the blindfold so I can hold my right hand out to him. “Thanks, Sean. I really appreciate it.”

  He shakes and smiles at me before shuffling off to his own toy bag.

  I move to the bed, drop the equipment next to Emily, flatten my hand between her breasts, and push her down on the bed. Leaning over her, I rub my nose against hers. “Love you, little wonder.”

  The big eyes looking up into mine light up. “Love you, Daddy.”

  “You’ve brought so much into my life, Emmy. Things I wouldn’t have seen. Connections I wouldn’t have made.” I reach for her wrist and buckle on a cuff. “Thank you, baby girl.”

  She beams. “Can I hug you before you finish cuffing me?”

  “Always. Give Daddy a big hug.”

  She throws her arms around me and gives me a crushing squeeze. I drop my weight onto her and roll her around under me, tickling her ribs, blowing a raspberry into her neck. Emily squeals and giggles. DirtyGurl, Hunter, and Austin somehow get involved, although I’m not sure if they’re trying to rescue Emily or just get their share of tickles. I end up under a pile of giggling, wriggling submissives until Theo, Javier, and Ten wade in to cuff them.

  Once we have all the subs in cuffs, Ten runs a heavy chain from the suspension hook to the middle of the bed. While Theo’s making DirtyGurl sniff her shoes and socks for a nice touch of erotic humiliation, I move Emily next to Laurel in the tondo of subs and snap her cuffs to a link of the chain.

  “Tickle rules,” I tell her as I smooth her pink satin blindfold over her eyes. “You can squeal and giggle as much as you want, but I don’t want to hear any words unless you’re saying ‘yellow’ because you need me to check on you or ‘red’ because something’s gone wrong and you need the scene to stop while I fix it. Understand?”

  She nods eagerly.

  “You know better than to orgasm without permission. If you feel yourself getting close and can’t stop, I want to hear ‘yellow.’ I’m telling you the consequences now for breaking that rule because I don’t want you surprised by it later when you’re coming off a real punishment. Come without permission and it’s three strikes with the Delrin rod, and you can bet they won’t be on that soft little bum. Understood?”

  If anything, her nod is even more eager. She can see I’m giving her an out. She has come before from a tickling, although admittedly I was also fingering her at the time. Still, she’s had nothing like her normal quota of orgasms in the last twenty-four hours and she has a wonderfully greedy little pussy, so I wouldn’t be surprised if the tickling pushes her to the edge. Normally, I’d just give her blanket permission to orgasm during the scene, because Emily doesn’t kink on orgasm denial and I don’t want to risk her breaking another rule while she’s still healing. But the idea of her climaxing under another Dom’s hands makes my gut twist. Either she’s picking up on that, or she doesn’t want pleasure at anyone else’s hands, either.

  “Last rule, baby doll, and that’s to enjoy your little self. This scene is just for fun. You’ve earned it by being my very good girl since your punishment. You know I like you to feel my control during scenes and you’re too bruised for any hardware, so I’m controlling your speech, but otherwise, let go and enjoy yourself. Even when it’s not my fingers tickling you, I’ll still be watching and I still hold you in my hands.”

  I lean forward and kiss her forehead, then climb off the bed. Only to find the room has gone very quiet. All eyes without blindfolds are on me.

  Jiro breaks the silence first. “Those are excellent rules, Logan. Petto, no words except yellow or red and no unsanctioned orgasms.” He pats Laurel’s calf. “Otherwise, enjoy yourself. Lift your legs in the air, ankles touching. I want first shot at those feet.”

  There’s murmured agreement around the room from the other Doms as they bind their subs in a circle around the chain. It’s a circle of unusually silent subs, although Emily’s already giggling softly, my giddy little girl. Because of Ten’s insistence that Hunter participate, we’ve got an even number of Doms and subs, so we pair up naturally, with each Dom standing at the feet of their chained sub. I pull out my phone, tap up a timed playlist that I created for doing impact scenes with Emily, and set it down next to my toy bag.

  Siri’s disembodied voice says “One,” before the fast rat-a-tat-tat of New Order’s “Blue Monday” begins.

  Across the bed, Javier says to Ten, “Could be worse.”

  Ten nods. “Could be the Bangles.”

  Theo joins in. “Bet Michael Jackson is on there.”

  Bastards. “Beat It” is in the playlist.

  “Who invited you to my scene anyway?” I grumble.

  Javier chuckles. “Does Siri count out the minutes?”

  “Yeah. We’ll swap every other minute, moving clockwise around the bed.”

  “Works for me,” Javier says. “Hunter, offer me your feet and stop whining.”

  Hunter raises his feet, although I can still hear him whimpering over the music. Podophilia isn’t a hard limit for him; I’ve done enough scenes with him to have memorized his limit list. I guess he just has very sensitive toes.

  Emily’s feet are wonderfully ticklish, too, but I know a spot that’s even more sensitive. I crawl up the bed on my knees and run the backs of my fingers up the side
s of her neck. She squeals and begins writhing against the cuffs.

  To my right, Jiro has come up with the brilliant twist of cable-tying Laurel’s big toes together. He’s tickling between them as she wails wordlessly.

  To my left, Theo’s still torturing DirtyGurl. He’s stuffing her socks into her mouth while she thrashes in protest. As he leans over her, he tells her he’s going to tickle her until she’s lying in a puddle of her own piss. I hope that’s just a mindfuck. If he’s actually going to do it, I’m moving Emily to the other side of the bed.

  I move down from Emily’s neck to her underarms, exposed by the bondage, and start with my fingertips before leaning in to breathe on her skin, before I blow a raspberry in each pit. Her giggles escalate to wild squeals again.

  One of the wonderful things about having Emily blindfolded is that she doesn’t know where I’m going to attack next. To keep her guessing, I move swiftly to her ribs, just above her hip bones, and go to town. Emily’s bucking up off the bed, her face brilliant red, tears of laughter darkening the blindfold, when Siri says, “Three.”

  I’ll get her feet on the next go.

  I move to DirtyGurl and spare a moment to wish I’d read her limits list recently. She’s an experienced sub; she’ll use her safe word if I make her too uncomfortable, but I play it safe and pull the socks out of her mouth before I tickle the backs of her knees and her bare feet. She laughs until she’s breathless. It’s a nice sound. I’m not sure I’ve heard DirtyGurl laugh before and that makes me doubly glad we’ve done this scene.

  Moon’s next in the tondo. I know even less about Moon than DirtyGurl, since she’s not even a house sub. But Sean’s made it easy by writing “tickle here” across her stomach, thighs, and the tops of her feet in purple lipstick. Moon has exquisitely muscular thighs, each cord clearly visible under her smooth skin, so I concentrate there, stroking my fingertips up and down to sensitize her skin, before wiggling my fingers until she’s gasping. It’s only when I pause to switch legs that I hear the noise coming from my own throat and realize I’ve been laughing along with the subs as I’ve been tickling them.

  That’s what play like this is all about.

  I’m in topspace before I make it back around to Emily, light-headed, laughing, blood pounding in my ears, my fingertips tingling, thinking about nothing but the writhing bodies under my hands. I retain enough presence of mind when I return to her to go after her feet, which has her shrieking and kicking wildly. I borrow a cable-tie from Jiro and fasten her big toes together, then tickle up and down the crease between her bound legs until she’s laughing so hard, she snorts like a pig.

  Hearing that makes me roar with laughter. “Oink, oink, baby girl. Who’s Daddy’s little piggy?”

  She thrashes, and if I hadn’t taken her words from her, I know she’d be protesting vociferously. As much as I like to hear what she has to say, controlling her speech is totally doing it for me. I feel so deeply connected to her, to all the submissives, by our shared laughter and touch. It’s primal and intimate and perfect.

  I attack her bound toes and tickle all between them as she screams with laughter.

  DirtyGurl’s the first to squeal “yellow!” and it’s because she’s so close to an orgasm that her head’s thrown back and her legs are shaking. Theo doesn’t take much pity on her, continuing to suck on her toes but moving his hands to her hips instead of tickling her ass. He releases her toes to growl at her, “Call me sir and I’ll give you permission.”

  She shakes her head wordlessly and bites her lips so hard blood washes over her white teeth.

  I’m about to call a halt because blood-play isn’t part of the scene and I’m not sure what they’ve negotiated, but Theo backs off, folding her legs to the side and sliding down onto the bed next to her.

  “We’re out for a round,” he tells me.

  I give him a nod and skip over DirtyGurl when Siri next calls out the time. While I’m tickling Moon, I keep an eye on them. Theo’s holding his sub, talking to her with his mouth close to her ear so she can hear him over a-ha’s “Take on Me.” She’s visibly calming, her body slumping out of the pre-orgasmic arch, the tension draining out of her face. Satisfied Theo’s not pushing his bottom beyond what she can take, I focus on Moon and slide back into the easy rhythm of the scene.

  When I get around to Emily a third time, I bring the scene to a close, counting down the last minute of tickles while she wriggles and giggles like a lunatic. When I reach “one,” I climb onto the bed, pop the snaps on her cuffs to release her hands, and pull her into my arms. I kiss her until her giggles subside.

  “We’re going to end the scene with a big kiss and you’re going to say thank you to everyone for your good tickles, my adorable little piggy.”

  She nods, her face still red and sweaty from laughing so hard. I give her a final kiss, sucking lightly on her lower lip. When I release her mouth, she gives me a huge grin before she chirps, “Thank you, everyone, for my good tickles.”

  All around the bed, she’s echoed by the other subs. Not all scenes end with appreciation, and hearing the chorus of thanks fills me with a fresh burst of topspace as I lift Emily’s blindfold. She knows to open her eyes slowly after she’s been blindfolded for a while. She does it exactly right, blinking to let her pupils contract before smiling up at me.

  “Hi, Daddy.”

  “Hi, baby piggy.” I kiss the tip of her nose.

  “I don’t want to be a piggy, Daddy.”

  Hearing the protest I anticipated during the scene makes me chuckle. “Baby pigs are cute. What do you have against being my little piggy?”

  “I’d rather be your kinky, ninja puppy.”

  “Ah, well, I’m looking forward to that, too. You ready for some alone-time before we shower and get ready?”

  She nods but dissenting voices rise from across the bed.

  “Please, Master Logan, can’t Emily stay?”

  That’s from Hunter.

  “We were going to play Hearts. Would you and Emily play Hearts with us, sir?”

  That’s from Austin.

  Emily looks up at me with those bright, hazel eyes, full of hope and wonder at being accepted by the Blunts house subs.

  Which is how I end up lying on a bed in the Imperial Room playing cards with Emily, Austin and Hunter, basking in the afterglow of topspace and a very contented baby girl, instead of going to the Blue Harem Room with Jiro and Laurel and making my little piggy squeal some more.

  There are many, many worse ways to spend an afternoon.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Emily

  Daddy’s bought me the best kinky, ninja puppy outfit ever.

  He won’t show it to me until after we finish playing Hearts with Austin and Hunter, and join back up with Laurel and Jiro for another dip in the pool, and have dinner with Maude and Javier, but he finally relents when I beg on my knees after we’ve showered. I show him the cover-up I’ve brought to wear over to Rick’s. It’s long and floaty and I got it for going to the beach, but it will go over anything.

  Daddy laughs when he sees it and tells me I can be twins with Rick’s manager, Glory, who always wears muumuus.

  “It’s not a fashion statement, Daddy.”

  He bops me on the nose. “Of course not, beanie.”

  At least he’s stopped calling me piggy, which I didn’t like, even though he’s right that baby pigs are cute. I don’t want to be cute today. I want to be a sexy, ninja puppy.

  In the outfit he’s bought for me, I totally am.

  Even though Daddy prefers me in pink, the outfit he’s bought me is mostly black, from the cute, furry ears to the swishy, fluffy tail. Instead of a dog mask, there’s a soft black blindfold with eyeholes, just like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles wear. The bodysuit is black, too, but short, ending at my elbows and thighs and sheer. And, omigod, crotchless. Daddy pulls on a glove and fingers me through the slit, spreading cool lube over me, front then back.

  “I’ll save the plug for whe
n we get to the party, but once I put it in, I want to see a lot of wiggling to show Daddy how much you like your tail.”

  I wiggle happily even without the tail.

  Daddy shows me the red ninja sash for my waist, the dog-paw mitts, collar, and leash that complete the outfit before putting them back in his toy bag with the ears, tail, and mask. I wish I could be brave enough to wear the whole outfit out in public the way Laurel’s wearing her dragon dress. But I’m not that brave and Daddy doesn’t push me. He knows I don’t like attracting attention, particularly from vanilla people who won’t understand what I get out of being dressed up like a puppy and led around by my Dom.

  If they could only understand how loved I feel in this moment, as Daddy bends me over to check how well I’m healing from my punishment. His eyes are hot and dark, his fingers gentle, as he inspects me. Once he’s done with my bottom, he takes off his glove before moving around to my head.

  “Open up. I’m going to inspect my ninja puppy all over. Make sure she’s in perfect health.”

  I nearly melt into the floor.

  He runs his hands all over me. Everywhere. Even putting two fingers in my mouth and rubbing them over my tongue and teeth and the insides of my cheeks. He smooths his palms over my throat and shoulders, tummy and back, arms and legs. All while he inspects me, he praises me, telling me how beautiful Daddy’s little puppy is. He finishes with my breasts, cupping and squeezing them, pinching my nipples until I feel tremors spread from my belly down my legs. I nearly fall over but Daddy clamps my nipples in his wolfy paws and holds me upright.

  “Please, Daddy! Please, please!”

  “Come for me, my puppy.” He releases my nipple, reaches between my legs and pushes two fingers into me. I squeal, sounding more like a piggy than a puppy, but I’m more swollen and stingier than I expect, even with the lube, and the bloom of pain pushes me towards an orgasm that has me screaming and straining against Daddy’s hold.

  “That’s right. That’s my good puppy. Cream all over Daddy’s fingers.”