Learning control

daddys play room

She purred as he covered her eyes. Her hands already cuffed to the frame of the bed. There was no soft pillow for her knees. Only the hard cold floor. She was bare except for her newest shoes and a new pair of lace panties. He loved her looking like a lady, even when he was going to treat her like his whore.

She waited for him to begin her training. She had no idea what he wanted from her today, but all she wanted to do was please him. He stood looking at his most prize possession. The sight of her on her knees and bound for him made his body crave to touch her. But today he would refrain. Today was about patience and creating need.

From the toy box he pulled a set of nipple clamps and smiled. He stepped towards her and saw her smile. She could feel him coming closer. She sharply inhaled as he flicked her nipples, waking them so he could place the clamps on them. Grabbing them in his rough fingers he pinched them firmly and them clamped them down. Pulling on the chain to make sure they were locked in place. She struggled to not scream with pleasure. She had been warned to remain silent.

Moisture was already running down her creamy thigh. Soon the floor would be slick beneath her knees. He loved watching her body respond to his commands. He grabbed a handful of her crimson hair pulling her head back so he could bite her lower lip, bringing a single drop of blood to it. Next was her plug. He gently slid it between her round ass cheeks. As he pushed it deep into her, she could not help but utter a guttural moan. It created another wave of fluid that flowed from her wanton body. His hand ran between her legs and coated his fingers in her wetness. Part of him longed to taste her, but instead he made her lick her own sweetness from his fingers. His cock jumping with desire with each lick of his hand. She purred with contentment.

Finally he stood, his body trembling with want. Reaching across the table he picked up his camera and slowly circled her taking shot after shot of her body. Up close details of her clamped nipples, now a gentle purple hue. Of her creamy thighs now glistening from arousal. Of the roundness of her plugged ass. Once he had taken all he wanted of her, he sat the camera down and left the room. He was aching with need, so was she. But he would remain in control even though his desire for her was evident on his body.

In the next room he could see her there. Such a beautiful and obedient pet. He longed to go back and unchain her from her place, to pick her up and lay her upon the bed. To leave her blindfolded and plugged, and to fill her wetness with the fullness of himself. But he had to remind himself that this was to teach her control, and to tease from her all of her desire. He could not have her, not today, not now.
With that in mind he let himself stroke the hardness of his loins. The guttural moans that came from him filtered to her ears. The sound of him there mad her even more wanton and wet. She longed to speak, to beg him to take her. But she knew the rules. She wanted to beg him to at least let her see him. How she loved to watch him as he would so skillfully handle himself in pleasure. But she just listened and wanted. When at last he had finished he walked back into the room. Lick my pet, was all he said. And she happily cleaned his hand of the gift that waited there for her.

Only then did he remove her blind fold. On bent knee before his princess he removed her plug and watched her face as she moaned. Then slowly her clamps and rubbed the tenderness from her breasts. With a warm cloth gently cleaned the river from her thighs. And finally un bound her hands. He lifted her to her unsteady feet, wrapping her up in his arms. Kissing her with such tenderness that her heart cried. Finally he carried her to the bed and placed her in the soft warm covers. Sleep my tiny one, he said. Tomorrow we love again.

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13 Comments

  1. ahmedchristme said,

    August 2, 2013 at 7:08 pm

    Is this one of the Cleveland girls?

    • loneyheart said,

      August 2, 2013 at 7:09 pm

      not sure what you are talking about, so I am going to guess the answer is no

      • ahmedchristme said,

        August 2, 2013 at 7:57 pm

        Do you trap girls in your basement too?

      • loneyheart said,

        August 2, 2013 at 8:18 pm

        it is just a story. there is nothing sinister going on here.

      • ahmedchristme said,

        August 3, 2013 at 12:55 am

        Where’s the boy in her midst?

  2. August 2, 2013 at 9:29 pm

    The beauty of prose, Sweet and savory delight. Once again she looked into his eyes and brought her hand up to his lips and brought along with it a kiss. At this romantic gesture, she broke out into a smile. Oh how much he loved it when she smiled. Lovely.

  3. phoenixasubbie said,

    August 2, 2013 at 9:31 pm

    ahmedchristme- seriously? What is wrong with you?

    lonelyheart- Great story

  4. hispetitelle said,

    August 3, 2013 at 2:29 am

    Delete that person! Sweetie it was beautiful.

  5. cluenessk said,

    August 3, 2013 at 1:17 pm

    Reblogged this on Flying My Freak Flag.

  6. Kayla Lords said,

    August 3, 2013 at 9:17 pm

    Not sure what problem that other commenter seems to have…this story made me squirm in my chair – in the best way…very nice story!

  7. cailinfire said,

    August 4, 2013 at 11:37 pm

    Wow…great story! Loved it and sending it to my Sir! ♥

  8. marcus said,

    July 22, 2014 at 5:09 pm

    I’m just roaming your woods…
    and the forest is alive!!!
    Love your imagination and your story telling
    Sensuous & Spicy
    HATFM!!!
    (((Awhoooo)))


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