Her computer chair was squeaky, so Daddy gave her something to fix it.
Daddy took her to watch a movie at a friends house. They got the more comfortable seats in the room. The butt plug’s shocks made it hard to stand, but her leash made it hard to breathe when she bent her knees, at about the halfway point of the film she found a happy medium, and contently waited to be addressed.
"Are you a good girl?"
She nodded, bashfully.
"Do good girls speak without permission?"
She shook her head, as Daddy slowly walked towards her, pressing against her, brushing her hair aside and running his fingers along her lips.
"What do good little girls use their mouth for?"
She opened her mouth to reveal a tongue piercing, looking at the ground, and started to rub Daddy’s cock through his pants, her wet tongue sticking out, panting.
"Very good girl. Now show Daddy how you promised to always be as submissive and obedient as you are now…"
She had been a bad girl lately, so Daddy kept her locked to the bed whenever she wasn’t being supervised, even if that meant the entire day. Every evening he would fill all of her fuck holes with his fingers and calmly remind her that she was his property, and if her fingers didn’t understand that, she was going to have her cunt locked shut.
Daddy only let her out of her chastity belt when she was sucking his cock, when she did, she was to straddle his boot with her cunt, and rub her clit on it, for as long as she was pleasing him. After she swallowed all of Daddy’s cum, she knew immediately to lick off the mess she made on his shoes, then put her face on the ground, ass in the air, and wait for the chastity belt and gag to be locked back on, and put back into her cage.
I’m supposed to say why each post I reblog excites me, why I’m turned on by that particular image or that caption and this one is probably the hardest one I’ve done so far because it is so much more degrading than a spanking or a threesome. And admitting that that’s why I like it is… liberating and scary as hell.
The image itself with her next to naked while he is clothed. His hands on her head: are they pushing her down there or just stroking her head in acknowledgment that she is doing a good job at exactly what she is supposed to be doing? And the boot licking. How low do you have to be to lick someone else’s shoe? To get turned on by it? I want to find out.
The caption. I like that she’s not worthy of getting pleasure at his hand or his mouth or his cock, but rather has to rub herself against his shoe to experience any and even then she doesn’t deserve an orgasm. She puts herself to use (at the only thing she is good at) making sure he cums because he wants to and it is her job to be of use whenever he wants.
Chastity belts terrify me and arouse me so much because it really puts all the control of her cunt, and thus her orgasms, in the hands of somebody else. This idea of having no control, of turning it over to someone else, of sacrificing orgasms, is something I know we will eventually try. And a cage; we will have to try a cage one day.
Any pleasure a sub experiences should be humiliating; it’s also not that she doesn’t necessarily deserve an orgasm, but her pathetic state is more satisfying than her defiant state when she achieves one. I strongly recommend periods of orgasm denial whenever possible, it really gets the ‘subby’ senses firing. I enjoyed reading your take on the caption too; it makes me feel very appreciated. Good luck on your exploration!
She obediently humped her pillow as she heard Daddy finish brushing his teeth in the bathroom. Daddy had decided, about a month and a half ago, that she was far more amusing to him when she was routinely edged and denied. The bathroom door closed and she heard him chuckle.
“You’re adorable. Turn around and give me a little show before bedtime.”
He stood with his arm on the doorframe, his shirt unbuttoned, but otherwise totally dressed, she bit her already sore lip as she stared at him, pathetically humping the only thing she was allowed to.
“You did a very good job making the bed today slut.”
“Thank you Daddy.” She replied, continuing her miserable nightly task.
“Slow down a bit, I have a surprise for you.”
She slowly ground her wet cunt onto the mound of fabric, becoming embarrassingly wet when she saw that he had returned with a cage, which he put at the foot of the bed. She was nervous, terrified even, but so frustrated she was unable to speak a word. Today was supposed to be her last night of edging, teasing, tomorrow Daddy said she could cum, she needed to be a good girl.
“This is where bad girls go. You’re not a bad girl are you?” Daddy sternly asked her as he pulled out his phone, and made it no secret he was recording her.
“No Daddy… I’m, I’m a good girl.” She whimpered as he took off his belt, pants, shirt, set his phone on the nightstand and sat next to her, groping her ass and every so often sticking his fingers in her cunt.
“I like it when both of these holes are equally wet, I know you do too. This one doesn’t lie.” He put in another finger and massaged her cunt for no more than a moment, before his wet fingers entered her mouth to be cleaned. “You look pretty with that butt plug too. We’re going to make that a constant thing. Ok?”
“Yes Daddy” she answered as he stood up and began to beat her with his belt.
“Hump your pillow faster, let’s get you worn out before bedtime.” She obeyed as each smack of the belt seemed more awful than the last, blissfully humiliated and squirming under the strict guidance she had gotten so used to.
Eventually the belt stopped, and she heard “Hold still, slut.”
She stuck her ass in the air, her face buried in the bed as she had been trained to do, as a warm splatter of Daddy’s cum graced her skin. “Good girl” he groaned as she shook the remaining few drops onto her quivering ass and lower back, rubbing it into her skin before taking her thong off, cleaning up the cum, flipping her over and stuffing it into her mouth.
“Is that yummy slut?”
She nodded, as Daddy turned off the light, and she cuddled up next to him, his leg replacing the function of the pillow, the taste of her frustration and his satisfaction swarming her senses.
“We’re going two more months. If you say a single word you’re going in the cage, and I send that video to everyone we know. Good night slut, sweet dreams.”
He kissed her forehead as she squirmed on his leg, whimpering softly into her wet gag, until falling into a deep, frustrated sleep.
She is quite a display isn’t she? The only time she’s allowed out of her box is when she’s entertaining me or my friends. While she’s in the box her mouth, ass, and cunt are all filled up with thick rubber cocks, when she’s out of the box, her clit gets all the attention. She’s allowed to cum whenever she wants but apparently needs them both at the same time… Anyway, this is what it looks like to be a greedy little slut.
Anonymous said: Well, I usually try edging to your tumblr posts, but as much as I love orgasm denial I have trouble keeping myself denied for more than a few days
I’d love for you to try a solid week, challenge yourself, and I’m very flattered.
Anonymous said: I just came to you're blog it was so intense I blacked out for 15 minutes. It was amazing. Thank you so much for such amazing stories
Although I feel marginally patronized, thank you, that made my day.
This very pracitcal chastity set allows one’s little slut to do her hair and makeup in the morning, obviously her other holes are stuffed full and ignored, so really all she needs to worry about is having a pretty face for daddy to cum all over.