|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| I am searching for my girl, she is out there and I know she is struggling, searching for me too. I know that she cannot be complete without me nor me without her. She needs to feel my ropes on her skin, binding and controlling her, taking care of her and making sure that all her needs are fulfilled. She is and will always be my girl.
My girl needs her Daddy....
|
|
|
|
|
Daddy approaches, wet and warm from the shower, where you are kneeling, naked, vulnerable and exposed. The ropes encircle your body and prevent you from rising from the submissive kneeling posture that you have been in for the last 1/2 hour.
He stands in front of you, naked, reaching for your chin and lifting it with the tips of his fingers. Your gaze is lifted as your eyes lock onto his dangling, semi-erect cock.
Sliding his hand from your chin to your slender throat, his large hand envelops it, tightening slightly.
"Is my little girl ready for what your Daddy has to give you?" |
|
|
|
|
You stand in front of the full length mirror that fills the corner of your bedroom. Tugging at the collar of your sweater, smoothing your wool skirt and shifting slightly in your leather boots. The light sheen of perspiration on your upper lip and flushed complexion is caused not so much by your skirt, sweater and hose as it is by what lies beneath, safely tucked between the folds of your swollen sex, nestled inside your body.
Curled up on the end of the sofa the night before with your laptop, you read the email several times, trying to suppress your need to follow his instructions. Everything was so detailed, right down to the color of your hose and what accessories you are to wear with your outfit. But the one sentence that grabbed your attention and kept you up awake long after you should have been asleep the was your charge to slip the chrome plated ben wa balls that you had purchased weeks before, also at his behest, inside your body before leaving for work and leave them until you received permission to take them out. With your schedule tomorrow the earliest you will be able to check your email for more instructions will be early afternoon. If permission is not given to remove them by then it will be early afternoon or maybe the evening, you just really never know.
As you rush to grab your coat and purse the balls shift and move silently inside you, causing your eyes to close and the need to suppress a slight moan. How are you going to make it through the morning much less the entire day on your feet? The block heels of your boots are professional and surprisingly comfortable but with every step you are reminded of your submission and the need to obey.
What is this need? How does he control and totally dominate you with just his mind and his words? You try to push these thoughts from your head as you rush to your car, not wanting to be late..... |
|
|
|
|
You pull into the parking spot in front of the large, chain pet store. Looking around your heart races as you see the lot is nearly full this morning, the store will be crowded, the first of your many fears realized.Taking a deep breath and grabbing your purse you slip from your van, locking the door and walking toward the front entrance. Your sex is damp and a dull ache reminds you that you were instructed to play with yourself this morning during your shower but was not allowed to orgasm.
Entering the store you pause to look around, already feeling like everyone in the store is looking directly at you, they know why you are here and why.
A voice startles you slightly as you turn, seeing a smiling young man, cheerful and eager to help. "How can I help you today ma'am?" Clutching your purse tightly to your side you glance around and then manage to stammer, "I need to buy a pet cage, something that I can be...I mean something I can transport a pet in..and I have to be able to lock it from the outside."
Smiling and listening attentively, he waits until you are finished before asking how big your pet is, how much does it weigh, assuming that it has to be a large dog of some type.
Feeling your mouth going dry you manage to respond, "Oh, she's big, almost 100 lb.," forcing a smile as he nods.
We have just the thing he adds inviting you to follow him through the store to the area in the back.
As you follow him down the aisle you throb with need and struggle to remain calm, praying that he won't figure out that you don't a dog, especially one as big as you described. What would the nice looking young man think if he knew that you had been instructed to buy your own cage and despite the humiliation you are obeying, eager to get it home so that you can be stripped naked and locked away, controlled by the one that knows your needs?
The sales associate senses that you are going to buy whatever he recommends so he shows you a top line model. The steel cage is painted black and has several door openings. It is able to be easily folded up when it is time to be stored away.
As he explains its features all you can think about is being locked inside, naked and collared, your wrists and ankles cuffed, waiting for the one that owns you to return. |
|
|
|
|
Standing beside the bed I watch as you twist your wrists, testing the rope for the millionth time that holds them firmly together. Your body is stretched and splayed open, vulnerable and exposed. The hood prevents you from being able to me or the softest ray of light for that matter. As I lean over and rest my hand on your inner thigh your body jerks and arches upward, trying to push yourself against my touch. The built-in gag reduces your moans and attempts to speak to soft, almost inaudible mews. Your sex is wet and swollen, gaping open and I know your need is real as I slide my fingers over your skin. The ropes around your ankles prevent you from moving your body under my touch and I smile, knowing that soon your want will be a need, a very real, intense need. Then and only then will you be ready.... |
|
|
|
|
As you leave work, turning on your cell as you slide behind the wheel of your call your body trembles as you hear the familiar beep indicating that you have a text. Opening your phone you see the short message that causes you to shiver in anticipation, "You are mine tonight."
Pulling into the garage and immediately lowering the door you rush inside to find candles burning and soft music playing from the other room. Standing just inside the door you immediately begin to remove your clothes, folding and leaving them on a nearby chair. Walking into the living room you see the fern has been removed from where it normally hangs in ceiling corner, replaced by single silver chain with two padded leather cuffs attached at the end. Without delay you move into the corner, raising up on your toes, slipping your wrists into the cuffs and buckling them firmly in place. Now all there is to do is wait.... |
|
|
|
|
Curling my fingers in your thick, luscious hair, drawing your face toward mine, pressing my lips to yours and kissing you deeply. The leather straps pin your arms together, to your sides as I hold your body to mine. You are mine.... |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
