Daddy's Girl

Transcript

I ask you, Daddy, to place me at the center of your existence so that you come to know and cherish my language of love, my whimpers, my small, tender cries, the intake of my breath that punctuates the soft crescendo of my moans. As you prepare me for your loving fingers, they tell you of my love. I want you to always attend to my tensile tenderness so that you know how I bend, but don't break.

And when my hands and ankles crave your loving restraint, until your placing your blindfold on me turns touch into a game of chance, where anticipation is more exquisite than release, and pleasure roams the borderland between desperation and desire, begging and bliss. I will always want the world to know that I am yours, but you cannot possess me because I am uncontainable. But I will glow with pleasure when you tell me you want me to carry your mark with pride and gratitude.

I will guide my hand to your cock. You smile at me, and my joy at being your girl fills my body. I wait for your signal for me to touch myself and smooth my witness on you so that you glisten with my essence.

So I bend my head in willing supplication down to your most precious part, and my cheek caresses your tender pinkness as I rub the soft skin of your tip on my forehead, across my nose, and over my mouth. I need you to know the power you have over me, and for you to use it wisely, wantonly, and willingly. I will do whatever pleases you, but I will know, too, that sometimes my overwhelming need for release must be denied, and that when I implore you, plead with you, beg you, there are times you must say, not yet, baby, not yet.

But soon, daddy promises. And then, a little naughty and complaining, I protest and I pout. I am a woman who always gets her way, and I believe with total conviction that my pleas will move you.

But I find that this time, you are implacable. As this realization dawns, the intensity of my desire deepens. Finally, finally, I have a daddy whose strength matches mine.

The thought makes my pussy throb and tingle. Fuck! A flash of unbearable desire shoots between my legs, and I slip, unwillingly at first, into that daydream of utter dependency, waiting impatiently, but needing to comply, until a straying finger, a flickering top, a chance encounter with loving friction, sends me into bliss.

A tsunami of pleasure forces itself upon me through my body, and I make no conscious decision to come, just follow the necessity my body feels. And finally, I will luxuriate in your care, so that I feel loved, adored, worshipped. When you bite me, I will offer my neck and my shoulders, for you to kiss the marks better.

When you restrain me, the bonds will be tight and strong, a sign of your authority, but their firmness will be a comfort to me, and I will know that keeping me secure and in my place is always for my pleasure. When I wear your collar, we will stroke any chafing that it leaves, and so I will lie, spread-eagled and bound, arms out wide, in entreaty, legs splayed, immobile, wearing only the reward I earned for being such a good girl. The string of creamy pearls that you placed around my neck, the perfect adornment, and I feel so proud, so grateful, to be called yours.