I needed to know that I belonged to Daddy. I wanted to know that he would leave his life for me?.. even though I never intended to leave my own. It was a dangerous game? a bluff. It was a selfish and childish way that I needed to be filled inside.
I sent him a text. Daddy, come and get me. Please take me away. I love you. I felt a surge of excitement and fear as I pressed send. I needed to know how he would reply. I needed to know that he would drop everything for me.
An entire day passed. What started off as excitement turned into despair as I realized Daddy was not coming. There was no reply. My heart began a slow deflation. My hopes were diminishing with each minute that I waited for any word from Daddy.
Days passed. I carried on with my life as normal with sadness. I had played all my cards. My Daddy was not going to come and get me. There was no ?happily ever after? for us. Even the memories I had of all the time we had spent together began to sink with my despair. Our secret hour long trysts were my escapes from life. Now they were becoming distant memories as I began to grapple with the fact that Daddy would never come for me and take me away for anything longer than a few hours. It was nothing more than a fantasy.
A week passed and I was busy with life. I was in the laundry room folding warm clothes from the dryer. The doorbell rang. There was a knock at the door. I opened the door. A delivery man was standing there and he told me that I would need to sign for the package. He told me that I would need two forms of identification. I went to get my purse and I pulled out my license and another form. I couldn?t help but wonder what kind of package I could be receiving that I would need to sign for. The delivery man handed me the clipboard. Carelessly I took the board and began to sign without reading any of the words on the paper as the man checked over my identification. I handed the signed clipboard back to the man. As I did another man entered the house grabbing my arms and pulling them behind my back. I began to scream and thrash my body. The other man stuffed something into my mouth and pulled a hood over my head. I felt two hands go around my ankles forcing me spread eagle as a spreader bar was attached. My arms ached as my elbows were forced uncomfortably close together behind my back. I could feel some type of rope being wound around them to secure them in place. Things were happening so fast there was no time to process anything.
I felt the tip of a blade, the sound of ripping and then the feeling of cold air against my chest. My clothes were being ripped from my body. Very quickly I was naked. The spreader bar was removed and I began to kick with all my might. My body was picked up and my knees pushed together. Rope was quickly wounded and knotted. It felt too tight. I was panicking? worried about my circulation. This was not like I had ever felt with Daddy. This was my life. I felt cold plastic and the scrape against my back as I was forced into the confines of something. I felt the pull of my hair. Painfully the hood was pulled off of me along with some of my hair. The door to the kennel was closed. I could see nothing but tan colored plastic.
The van drove for hours. I could see nothing and my body was freezing. I had to pee something fierce and I concentrated on holding it. I was terrified and upset but didn?t cry. Humiliation and fear soon turned to pissed off. By the time the movement of the van stopped I was fucking mad. The feeling of the plastic sliding against the metal floor of the van sent vibrations up my body. The crate lit up as the light of the street lamps lit the night air. I heard unrecognizable voices and then the sound of the gravel moving as the van pulled away. My crate was lifted and I was being carried. I struggled to make sound. I could see nothing outside the crate. I was so frustrated.
The air suddenly warmed up and my feelings of having to go to the bathroom increased as the air temperature changed. I heard the door to the cage open. An arm reached in and grabbed my hair jerking my head back. A blind fold was put over my eyes and then suddenly pulled tight. I was pulled roughly from the cage. A knife sliced through the ropes freeing my legs. Tingles swept through my lower body as feeling began to return. My body adjusted and then I started to wildly kick and flail my body. I struggled with my captor. I kicked him hard and I felt an immediate sting of a slap across my cheek. It jarred me for a second and then I began to fight again. My captor?s hand grabbed my crotch and locked it against my pussy. Then I felt his hard cock against my ass. I struggled and kicked. My body was literally lifted from the floor as his cock forced it?s way into my ass. Pain ripped through as my body tried to accommodate. I screamed through my gag. Tears were soaking my blind fold. He thrust his cock in and out?. Pumping furiously. My body started to become numb as I felt hot liquid shoot into me. His thrusts slowed as did my body. I started to break. He pulled his cock out and I could feel hot fluid against my thigh. As quickly as it began I was pushed back into the crate. This time with the softness of a blanket. This time my legs were undone but the fight was leaving me. Several minutes later I could here the front door opening and the air turning cold again. I was outside being transported somewhere. I could hear a car door open and my crate being lifted onto something. There was cushion under me so I can only assume I was on a seat. I could hear the fasten of a seat belt and the engine being started. The air began to warm around me. My body could hold it no more?.. I felt the warm flow of urine between my legs. I could feel the warm soft blanket absorb the liquid. Shame and fear began to wash over me. I started to soundlessly sob as the car drove on through the night.
I drifted off to sleep. When I awoke the car had stopped. My crate was pulled from the car. The air was even colder now and I could hear the crunch of snow underfoot. My crate was set down and I could hear keys turning in a lock. My skin began to hurt with cold. Up the crate lifted and I could tell I was entering a darker area as my blind fold had moved slightly to let in any available light. Soon lights were turned on. The lighting felt soft and the air slowly warmed. I could hear the crackle of a fire being made. I started to calm down somewhat. I could hear soft movement around me but there was obviously no hurry to deal with me. I could hear the sound of the flush of a toilet and then the water running in the shower. I was unusually calm as I waited.
The door to the crate swung open and I was pulled out by my legs. As my body pulled against the plastic and scraped against the risen edge, my blind fold pulled off. I was horrified to see Daddy. He had hold of my legs and was still pulling my urine soaked body from the crate. I began to kick wildly and then yell obscenities through my gag. He pulled off my gag as if to tell me I could be as loud as I wanted? no one would hear. I was beyond angry and hurt that he would humiliate and hurt me. I fought wildly. He threw me over his lap and pulled the belt from his waist. The first slap was harder than anything I felt before. I tried unrelentlessly to get up and off his lap. Another belt wrapped around my knees and fastened. The next slap of the belt was even harder. I knew from the sting that there was a strap mark. It would be reddish purple for days. Daddy never ever marked me with a belt before. When we played it always had to be safe for me to go home. Another slap of the belt and tears were falling from my eyes. Another slap and I began to cry ?Daddy? no? no more?? SLAP?. I cried pitifully and he stopped.
He rolled me over and scooped up my body as if I was child. He carried me to the bathroom where there was already a hot bath waiting. He lowered my body into the tub. He began to wash me softly with soap. He didn?t talk to me. I began to feel humiliation sweep over me as I could smell the faint smell of urine on my body. My arms ached as they had never been untied. As if he could read my mind he pulled his clothes off and stepped into the tub with me. He stood over me and pushed me forward so he could reach behind me and untie my arms. My face was very close to his cock which was semi hard. As he freed my arms my mind began to race. I screamed ?You bastard!? I pushed against him to get up and out of the tub. He grabbed my hair holding my head still. He told me to open up. I didn?t obey. I kicked and thrashed. The grip on my hair got painfully tight. He angled my head just so and slapped it with the other hand. My mind went momentarily submissive from the slap and I opened slightly. His cock slid in and he told me to open all the way. ?All the way!? He practically barked. I opened up so wide that he could slide in all the way to the throat. Tears came to my eyes as my mouth adjusted. My mouth automatically conformed to suck though I did not dare move my head. I just kept my mouth still, obviously and defiantly... angering Daddy. With his hand and his cock, he pushed my head down. Just before it slipped under water, his other hand held my nose shut. Fear swept through my body. As he pulled my head from the water I gasped for air. I breathed wildly through my nose as he pumped his cock into my mouth. I was gagging and choking me was fucking my mouth so hard. I knew he was about to cum. He grabbed my nose again and pushed me back under as he spewed his hot cum into my mouth. As he pulled me back up I began to cry and cough. Cum was dripping from my mouth. I leaned back into the tub and curled up on my side. I began to sob silently. Part of me had just been transformed into putty. Daddy took a soft wash cloth and began to clean my face. I molded into his hand. He washed my entire body with soap and shampooed my hair. I could barely lift up for any of it. He rinsed my body and then scooped me back up. Softly he dried me off and then carried me to bed. My hair was a tangled mess but he didn?t bother to comb it. Instead he wrapped me in a blanket and laid me in bed beside the fire. I fell fast asleep.
When I woke up he was sitting in a chair reading the newspaper. I watched him for a few minutes. I had questions but no will to ask. He glanced over and noticed that I was awake. I had no ropes holding me down. I was free to get up. He watched me as to see what I would do.
This was my Daddy. There was no one I loved more, but I was so confused about all that had just happened. I slowly sat up and then walked over to his chair. I was completely naked. I kneeled down in front of him obediently. He reached over and took out a velvet pouch. He pulled out a dainty gold chain with a little floating heart. He fastened it around my neck. I felt a sensation run throughout my body. He held out his hand for me and I put my small hand in his. He gently pulled me up and guided me to the bed. I laid on my back and he laid on his side next to me. He turned his body so that it was leaning toward mine. He placed his hand on my throat pressing the heart into me with his thumb. My breathing was slowed by his pressure. He cupped my ear with my other hand?.. whispering ?Are you my good girl??
I let out a small moan?.
?Yes, you are my good girl, aren?t you?? he said huskily. ? I want you to touch my pussy for me. Tell me if it is wet, *****?
I reached down and touched my swollen pussy, already knowing the answer.
He very softly asked me to show him my wet fingers. His breath caught and made a sexual sound. ?Rub your clit for Daddy.?
I brought my finger down and rubbed my clit. I arched my hips, needing to cum. My body was uncontrollably close so quickly. ?Daddy, this girl needs to cum.? I stammered breathlessly.
Daddy pressed my neck a little tighter. He brought his lips so close to my ear that the heat from his breath alone made me almost cum instantly. He whispered hoarsely, ?Cum for Daddy, Princess? I instantly started to cum. My body moved uncontrollably as my fingers rubbed against my swollen clit. Daddy pulled me into him as my convulsions slowed. I snuggled close into him?. Not saying a word?. Just breathing into his chest. I didn?t have to say anything. I was with Daddy and he already knew. He has always known. I now knew that I was his forever? and the power exchange had just begun?
