Our First Play Time – Part 2

Go back and read part 1 here.

M heard Daddy stand up and move to the other side of the room. The sound of a package opening sounded deafening in the quiet room, and M wondered what he was going to do next. Hands grabbed M’s ankles and pulled her around on the bed.

“You need to be straighter,” Daddy told her. M tried to move where she thought he wanted her. She felt Daddy kneel beside her. M felt her skin flush in anticipation of his touch, even though she had no idea where he would touch her next. She felt a moist warmth on her breast and realized that her nipple was in his mouth. M breathed deeply, loving the pressure from Daddy’s teeth. He alternated using his teeth to bite her and using his tongue to soothe the sting. M gasped sharply as Daddy’s teeth clamped down tightly on her nipple. But the pressure wasn’t letting up. M could feel Daddy’s mouth on her other nipple now, but the pressure was still on her left nipple. He brought nipple clamps. M felt her muscles tense in anticipation of the next sharp sting. She knew it was coming. Daddy seemed to know that she was waiting for it, and he played with this nipple longer. He teased her nipple with his tongue and kneaded her breast with his fingers. Suddenly M heard a tiny squeak and felt a sharp sting. Clothespins? M wasn’t sure what he was using, but she knew her breasts were suddenly on fire.

M found it hard to focus on anything but the fire spreading across her chest, but the loud tear of Velcro brought her focus back to Daddy. What does he have now? M was afraid more pain was coming, but she got lucky. She felt a rope slide around her ankle and she realized he was going to tie her to the bed.

“Let me know if this gets too tight, princess.” M nodded to let him know she heard him. Surprisingly enough, he left her hands free, but her legs were forced apart by the ropes attached to the bed. M felt the bed shift as Daddy sat or knelt on the bed between her thighs. Daddy lightly slapped the inside of her thigh and then rubbed his hands over the spot, to alleviate some of the sting. Then he rubbed the inside of her other thigh, and M knew the sting was coming. Back and forth, Daddy rubbed and swatted her thighs. Each time the sting was stronger until M had tensed her entire body in anticipation of the slap. But M knew her body was betraying her. Each slap caused her to breathe deeper and she could feel herself dripping between her legs.

Underneath it all, the burning across M’s breasts was steadily increasing. Daddy began to play with her cunt, but M could only focus on the pain. Even breathing was becoming a chore. But Daddy plunged his fingers deep into her pussy and M jumped. Oh daddy, that feels good. Ow. Oh daddy. Ow. God, daddy fuck me with your fingers some more. But daddy it hurts so bad. Daddy please make it stop. Oh god daddy, don’t stop.

Daddy stopped and stood up. M immediately disappeared inside of her pain. There was nothing but fire centered on her nipples.

“Daddy?” she whispered.

“Yes, princess?”

“I… I don’t know how much longer I can handle the pain.” M was ashamed to admit her weakness to him.

“Alright princess.”

“Ow!” she yelped as Daddy pulled whatever was on her nipples off. M braced for the sharp pain again, and her eyes filled with tears as a sharp searing pain overwhelmed her. She was determined not to let Daddy know she got teary-eyed and was grateful the blindfold masked her eyes.

“You’re my brave girl,” his gentle voice told her.

M began to breathe harder as the pain moved from her sore nipples throughout her now-tender breasts. She couldn’t wait to find out what was next, but there was a little fear mixed in as she hoped there would be no more pain. A finger was thrust into her mouth, and she instinctively turned her head up, licking off the liquid she found there. This doesn’t taste like me.

“This is what my cum tastes like. I hope you like it because you’re going to get it a lot.”

“Mmmm. I like it daddy.”

“Good girl.”

A thin stream of oily liquid splashed across her breasts, and M squealed at the unexpected coolness. Daddy’s warm hands suddenly rubbed across her breasts. The smooth caresses felt so good and helped relieve the lingering fire in her nipples. The light scent of baby oil reached M’s nose.

“I love Daddy’s hands,” M shyly whispered.

Daddy laughed and began to slap her nipples. “Do you love them now?”

“I…like them now.”

Daddy’s rough laughter echoed across the room as he resumed his gentle caressing. There was a pause, and M felt the oil land on her cunt. The coolness felt strange next to the heat of her sex. Daddy’s hand rubbed the oil in and his finger slipped between her lips and put pressure on her clit. M sucked in a breath and lifted her hips to meet his hands, desperate for more. But Daddy denied her and slipped his finger out of her.

A few seconds later, M felt something briskly brushing her nipples. She couldn’t figure out what it was, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Then whatever Daddy had in his hands quickly smacked her sore nipples and M flinched with each smack. Daddy switched to the other nipple, the one that M could still feel burning, and he repeated the torture. This time, M cried out as he hit her. He stopped what he was doing and once again used his hands to soothe the sting.

Then M felt something brush her nose and lips. She nuzzled it with her face and was delighted to find Daddy’s cock swinging in front of her mouth. She eagerly darted her tongue out to lick it and suck it into her mouth. Daddy moaned his pleasure as she hungrily devoured him as far as she could go.

“Suck Daddy’s balls, baby.” M didn’t need to be told twice. She licked and lapped and sucked, focusing on making Daddy proud of her. Daddy leaned down and began to stroke her clit once more. M felt a moan escape her lips around Daddy’s cock. This was what she had been waiting for. This was Daddy using her for his pleasure and doing whatever he wanted to with her body. M didn’t want it to stop, but Daddy had other ideas.

He moved away from her so that M couldn’t taste him anymore, but he continued his quiet exploration. M could hear how wet she was, how aroused she was because of the things Daddy had been doing to her. And then Daddy licked her. M let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. More daddy. Oh god, do it again. Daddy’s tongue licked up and down her clit while his fingers pinched and pulled. It was then that M began to feel a tingle under her skin. It was in her arms, so she didn’t think much of it. Daddy’s tongue was what captured her attention. He began to slowly finger fuck her as his tongue quickly darted over her clit.

“Am I allowed to cum, Daddy?”

“Ask me ‘May I cum?’ ”

“May I cum, Daddy?”

“Good girl. You tell me when you’re getting close.”

The intensity and speed of his fingers picked up. He knew good and well she was getting close. Her breathing became louder and more ragged.

“I’m getting close, Daddy,” she whispered.

“Good girl.” Daddy stopped what he was doing and instead of finger fucking her, he lightly moved his fingers across her dripping pussy. He pushed and probed and caressed – never doing the same thing for any length of time. M laughed in frustration and arched her hips towards him.

Daddy used his whole hand to place pressure against her cunt and M could feel him all over her. This was when the tingling in her arms began to spread. Daddy used one hand to apply pressure to her cunt while he slid the fingers of his other hand back inside of her. M whimpered a little as she felt him stretch her. More Daddy. Make me cum for you. He slid his fingers in and out while the other hand flicked and pressed her clit. M knew it was coming, but she tried to hold it back. She didn’t want this moment to ever end.

“Daddy, I’m so close,” she whispered. She expected him to slow down and back off again, but he picked up speed.

“Am I allowed to cum this time?” she asked.

“Yes, baby. Cum for daddy.”

“Faster daddy, faster,” she moaned as his fingers moved in and out of her. Without warning, M’s entire body erupted into tingles and she came. Everything from her face to her toes tingled under the skin. She moaned and tried to close her legs to hold in the throbbing, but the ropes around her ankles prevented her from doing so. She was at the mercy of Daddy and whatever he wanted to do with her.

Daddy didn’t stop. Oh god, stop. No, don’t stop. Oh please stop!

M was certain if she could see Daddy he would be smirking at her with an evil little grin. She knew she was shaking at this point, but still he continued. Finally, when she could take no more she spoke up.

“Daddy, it’s too sensitive!”

He didn’t stop, but he switched from sucking M’s clit to licking it. M relaxed against the ropes that held her in place. She felt like she was buzzing out of her skin. Daddy stopped and sat beside her. He moved her blindfold up off her eyes and kissed her deeply.

“Am I shaking-”

“Shhhhh, ” Daddy interrupted her and pulled her into an embrace.

“You’re my pretty girl. My princess,” he whispered to her. He kissed her again and stroked her hair.

M knew then that she had the best Daddy in the world.


~ by M on July 16, 2010.

One Response to “Our First Play Time – Part 2”

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