A
new face
Opening
this weird book
Her
ancient dream
My
momentary vision
A
memory kept inadequate
Okay.
It was always just a vision. Just an idea of what might be there. This girl,
from my past, keeps coming into my dreams. For too many years
now. So I tell her leave me alone, but the next night, there she is
again. I don’t know if it is truly her—if she has these dreams. She’s a lawyer
in
And
yes, I am a man. Romantic. A shit.
Welcome to this vision quest.
What
I did, not quite like that guy in Vertigo,
was advertise in the local weekly. They had opened a section for the more
unusual lifestyle personals. That seemed to be what I needed to have said. Here’s
the ad I ran:
Daddy
seeks 18+ little girl, thin, blonde, no tits at all for lifetime commitment in
bdsm ageplay relationship. Submissive, but rebellious.
Smart but into pain. Me? Pirate.
Intelligent. Polite. My Cock? Cruel. Insatiable.
A magic wand for the right darling daughter.
I
was surprised at the number of responses. Several. I
had thought there would be none at all. What did I know, eh? What did I ever
know? Particularly about the female.
The
First Time I Met Her
Was at a local restaurant. For lunch. It was one of those Chinese places that are just
above takeout, but think they are the shits. I was sitting at a table,
wondering how great an error I had made.
Then this girl appeared in the door. She was a tiny thing. Blonde. Thin. Wearing what appeared to be a catholic school
girl uniform. Her hair was done in two tight braids. She looked, from a
distance, like she might still be wearing braces. Even from across the room I
could see that she was beautiful in that narrow faced foxy little girl way. Her
skirt was pretty short and I could see marvelous thighs and kneesocks.
I
looked at her and realized she was looking at me. I was wearing my Peruvian
cowboy hat. Sort of a gaucho thing. Leather,
with a braided band. I nodded at her and the hostess could see we were
going to be together and she nodded her over to my table.
She
came right up to me and put her hand on my shoulder. “My but you are a handsome
man.” I smiled at her and put my arm around her bottom, drawing her close to
me, “and you are a pretty little girl. The question is, are you my pretty
little girl?” Her eyes were green, brilliant in the dim light. “Why don’t you
go ahead and see, I know you want to.” My boy jumped
in my jeans. I put my other hand on her knee and slid my fingers up her thigh,
slowly.
And
yes, she was bare, she was wet, and she was naked under that skirt. “Oh,” she
said when my fingers gently swiped along her nether lips. “gonna
need a drink, Daddy.” I grinned at her. “Sit my Darling Girl and we shall talk
a little.”
***
Well,
I guess you can tell right here that I wanted her bad. The truth was I hadn’t
had dirty sadistic Daddy/little girl sex in a long time. I was likely to make a
mistake, be led by the dick. I knew that. Yet I wanted to take this charming
little girl home and make her face wet with her tears and her pussy wet with
pain and pleasure. I just gave up at
that instant.
She
was telling me the usual, her name was Missy. She’d graduated from one of the
local high schools. She went to the junior college. She still lived at home,
but they didn’t have rules for her.
“Are
you really eighteen darling?” I had to ask. She looked
too real. She looked shy. “I know I look
young. But, well, here.” She fished out her drivers
license and sure enough she was twenty-two. Old enough to get
drunk. She went on to say she worked at one of the state agencies. It
was a capitol city so there was plenty of government money around.
We
were sitting next to each other in one of the booths. I had slid in and pulled
her to me after checking out her bare kitty. I had my arm around her and I put
my hand up her skirt, again. “Can I kiss you, princess?” She nodded yes. She
was shy though. Her lips were skinny, but red with lipstick. Her eyes were
decorated with a pale green shadow. When I kissed her she hesitated, then
opened her mouth and let my tongue come in. Like a good little girl.
After
we broke the kiss she said, “Don’t you want to know if I’m really titless?” She
grinned, self-effacingly. Her hand went to her uniform shirt, one of those
white peter pan collar ones and she flicked open first
one button, then two, then three. I was hard as a rock, sitting there. With her
shirt mostly unbuttoned she took my other hand and drew it into the gap and I
let my fingers slide over her bare chest, finding her nipple and pinching it
quite hard. She made a face but took it well. “What do you think? The girl who never grew up.” She laughed a little saying
this. I could just imagine
what she would look like naked.
As
if she could read my mind she started talking like she was eleven years old.
“Daddy can we go home and can I be naughty for you, Daddy? Will Daddy spank me
and make me cry?” She pouted for me and I pretty much came in my pants when she
put her small hand on my Boy.
She
could have been crazy, or stupid, or vacuous. She could have been some bimbo,
like Jessica Simpson. I didn’t really know her. But right now she seemed like
the perfect Jan Brady, ready, willing, and hungry for both my belt and my
raging Boy.
“Check
please,” I told the waitress who hadn’t done anything but bring us two beers.
The girl avoided looking too closely at the scene in front of her. This
charming little Miss did look like jailbait.
“I’m
gonna take you home and make you sorry you were born a girl. Is that what you
want?”
She
winked at me and kissed me again, while my hand still rubbed her hard nipple.
“I don’t think I’ll be a bit sorry. Just sore.”
***
In
the car we kissed some more, just sitting with each other in the front seat.
The desire in the kisses became a little more intense and the electricity
started like little feathers of blue light coming from my hands on her face. It
was so delicate, pale, the skin soft. I kissed her eyes, imaging them wet with
her tears. I breathed in her scent, like honeysuckle.
Finally
I pulled away, I thought, to start the car. But, looking at her, a little
disheveled in the seat, in the late afternoon sunlight, I couldn’t help myself.
“Let’s take your clothes off, little one.” She looked around, outside the car.
We were at the back of the parking lot, but it was broad daylight. She
shivered, looking at me. I leaned back, into the corner of door and the seat.
“First your shirt,” I put my hands on other side of my cock, still trapped in
jeancloth. But not for long. She brought her hands to
her shirt which she had buttoned up before we left the restaurant. She
hesitated, smiling a small smile and then she pulled one button out, and then
the next. She pulled the shirt out of
her skirt and unbuttoned the rest of the buttons and then she shrugged herself
out of it.
There
she was, small, vulnerable. She had no breasts in the normal sense. Her nipples
were long, pink, and pointy. Unlike any I had ever seen. Her skin was so very
white in the afternoon light. “Now the skirt.” I
directed, “You can leave the socks and shoes on.”
Misty
looked around. There was nobody in the parking lot. She raised her hips up and
unzipped the plaid skirt and quickly pulled it down and pulled her stocking shod feet
through it so that suddenly, there she was, utterly exposed.
Her
beautiful cunt was pink and bare. Her mons was fleshy, white. It hardly looked
shaved. I thought she must have had it waxed, and
perhaps today or yesterday. My first thought was how well it would show the red
licks of my belt.
She
sat back and spread her legs in the car seat. I could smell her easily. She was
very turned on. I reached over with my hand and lightly traced her lips, the flesh
parting with even a gentle pressure. She was wet, so wet my fingers sank into
her and she groaned. “Oh Daddy. Can I come Daddy?” “Just like that?” I
said. I suddenly pinched her clit hard though my fingers were wet and juicy.
“Oh Daddy, please.” Unbelievable. “Come
Darling girl.” And She sighed and moaned softly,
trying not to make very much noise, and riding my fingers like a pommel on a
saddle.
“I
can see this is working for you Darling.” I said as she started breathing more
slowly. “Wow,” she shook her head. “I haven’t come that quick
in awhile.” “What about Daddy?” I rubbed my boy in his denim prison. “Oh Daddy,
can I see you?”
And
she reached over and unbuttoned the pants and slid down the zipper, being
careful to protect my cock. She pulled down my underwear and brought Him out
into the afternoon light. She lowered her mouth down to Him. “My
Daddy! He’s so big and red. Daddy, He’s scaring me.” She had switched
into her little girl voice. “Daddy is He gonna hurt me?” She sounded scared and
trembly. Wow.
I
pushed her mouth onto Him. “Misty, if you want Daddy to be your Daddy you will
give Daddy’s Boy everything that He wants. And He is going to hurt you so much
you have never even imagined it before. He is gonna hurt your little girl pink
pussy so much that you have to come and come and come again.”
She
lowered her head, taking all of my Boy into her mouth
and down her throat. She choked a little, and I held her head down on
Him, feeling her squirm. I let her up to breathe and she started coughing. “Oh
Daddy, He’s so big. I didn’t know Daddy’s cock would be like that.” And then
she took Him all the way in her mouth again, into her throat and I could feel
her gagging.
It
was just the right touch and I started spurting. I had one hand on her head,
behind one of her braids. She looked about twelve then, my cock buried in her
mouth, her lipstick smearing. I groaned and groaned, spurting six or seven
times. So very Sweet.
She
came off me and leaned back, naked, in the car seat. It was about
Time
to Go Home
“It’s
okay to come to my house?” I asked her as we pulled into the Laketown
neighborhood. “I’m not scared,” She said. After what we had done in the parking
lot we both knew pretty much anything and everything that might happen would.
“You
know,” I said, “Daddy requires his girl to care about what is happening to
her.” I eyed her. She put her head on my shoulder and snuggled next to me as I
pulled down my street and whipped the car into the drive behind my house. “I
care Daddy. I care. I need this. I need something good Daddy.” She seemed
sincere and we kissed again, this time very urgently. One come had only taken
the edge off a little bit for both of us.
“Why
do you want this?” I knew, already, that she was a masochist. Why else would
she be here? Still that means so many different things.
She
kissed my neck. “I want to worship your Cock. I want every moment of my being
to give your penis His pleasure. I will do whatever He requires.”
“We
just met.” I said, striving for a middle road. She was perfect. She looked like
a young girl. She had the sexual desires of a woman. She came from my first
touch. I could feel myself starting to lose control. “I love you now,” She
said. “It may not be real love. We may not like each other. But, for today, I
love you and I will do whatever you want. No matter how much it hurts.”
I
thought to myself, this is how girl’s get killed out there. I knew I wasn’t a
bad guy, but what a chance for her to be taking! Then I knew that part of her turnon was the fear
itself.
“Okay,”
I said. “Once we go into that house you are mine for the next 24 hours. No safe
words. No wriggling out. You will do everything I want and you will allow me to
do whatever I wish to your body.”
She
shook her head up and down like a child. “Yes Daddy. Any
thing that Daddy wants!”
“Oh,”
I went on, “and in Daddy’s house you will always be twelve years old.
Understand? No exceptions.”
“Goody,”
she bounce in her seat. “That’s me, Daddy’s girl.”
“Now
come in and meet Daddy’s belt. He’s gonna make your kitty all red and swollen
for Daddy’s big cruel Boy.”
“Yes
Daddy!”
***
***
I
made her walk into the house in just her socks and shoes. It was the back of
the house and really nobody could see, but I also wanted her to have that sense
that she was leaving what clothes she had in the car. That she was my naked
little girl prisoner in the house. I even took her clothes and threw them in the
trunk, while she stood there, her hands clasped under her chin. “Oh Daddy,” she
whined very prettily.
We
came in the back door, through the kitchen and I led her to the living room.
Nothing remarkable there. The window blinds were closed so she relaxed a little
in the scene. I have a nice big flat screen tv and a good sound system across
from a very comfortable leather couch.
Should
I just rip her now? That was the serious question. I had all weekend to hurt
her, and lord knows my Boy was hungry to try out her bare pussy and I meant to
finger her asshole before the next few minutes went by.
She
sat on the couch and pulled her feet up on either side of her derriere, and she
spread herself for me. I could smell her again. She just held her knees open
and sat there, waiting for me, I knew.
I
stripped out of my clothes. The air conditioning was on and it was a little
cold, but I liked that. Must be the norse blood. He was ready, again. He stuck
out like the greedy self-serving bastard He is. I knew what would make Him roar
and it involved my belt and her vulva. I
reached down and felt myself. Very satisfying. I was humming inside.
“Daddy
are you gonna show me how big girls, uh, er, fuck?” she cocked her head to one
side and grinned at me. “I don’t know,” she swung it back to the other side,
“Your big old Penis looks awful mean to Misty. How can you get Him in me?
Gosh!” She was so charming. This was a girl who knew how to be a little girl. I
looked forward to seeing her panic.
“Yes
Darling, Daddy is gonna take his big boy, mean thing that he is, and force Him
into your little baby pussy.”
”Won’t it hurt?” She sounded twelve, and alarmed.
“Of
course it will hurt, Darling. That is what you are here for, for Daddy to hurt,
over and over again.”
”Gosh!” her hands covered her mouth, and then she put them over her bare pussy.
“Daddy’s
gonna hurt you with His Boy, His Belt, and lots of other things. Daddy’s gonna
rub you with icy hot and stick ginger root up your bottom. Daddy’s gonna put
alligator clips on your baby nipples. I think I’ve got some popsicles.”
“I
like pops my Daddy!” She bounced a little, still looking worried but getting
deep into it.
“They’re
for your pussy and asshole, Dearest. Daddy likes a cold chamber sometimes. It
makes it hurt more for a little girl. Don’t you want Daddy to hurt you?”
As
always, for me the issue of consent seemed to be everything. I waited, breath
baited, for her to say it aloud.
Misty
pulled her legs together, and then apart like a pre-teen, She started chewing
on one of her braids. Then she nodded her head up and down, slowly, “Yes Daddy.
If that is what Daddy’s Boy wants, that is what Misty wants. Misty wants
Daddy’s Boy to hurt her, right between her legs! As much as He wants!”
“That’s
right my Darling Daughter. That is what Daddy wants to hear. Will you give
Daddy your pain? Your crying and your howling, and your face covered with your
tears?” I sat down next to her and took
her in my arms. “For real, Sweetie, this is what I need.” “It’s what I need
too, my Father. I have come to receive all the beautiful pain you wish to give
me.”
“On
your back,” and I pushed her down length-wise on the couch, and pushed her legs
apart hard and put my mouth down to her hairless split. Man she looked
untouched. I sniffed her and she smelled of honeysuckle. My tongue snaked out
and licked up her split. I let him stray down to her tight, puckered rosy
asshole. I spent a minute or two there, pushing my tongue in, and pulling her
cheeks with each hand. “Oh my god, Daddy!! Daddy!! Daddy! Let me come, Daddy!”
I reached my hand back and slapped her pussy quite hard, so it made it red. I
reared back and as I slapped her again I spoke, “Come for Daddy baby.” And I
slapped her hard, right on the pussy, over and over again and she started
bucking under my hand and she moaned and groaned and whined a little, “Oh
Daddy, comes, hurts, my puss!” Even more fun.
***
I
sat down on the couch and took her feet into my hands and rubbed them a little.
They were tiny, delicate things. Misty’s breathing was becoming slow and
regular. Her hands were above her head and her legs were akimbo. Her vulva was
a swollen, pink shell, and I rubbed my Boy, sitting there, looking at her.
Determined to go slow and go too far. She wanted the fear? She was going to get
it.
“What
a yummy little girl you are,” I said, holding my dick in my hand. She looked at
me, focusing on the penis. She smiled sweetly. “Daddy your penis is so big!” My
twelve year old sweetheart. I knew she laying it on a little, but I still felt
awesome and powerful He was thick and feeling very rowdy. She was so white, so
delicate, so pink between her legs. I wanted every inch of her flesh reddened
with my desire.
I
sat back, and pulled my own legs back. “Come here, Misty girl. You are gonna
lick your Daddy and make Him bigger and bigger.” She crawled between my legs
and put her hands on the backs of my thighs. “Daddy requires you to lick his
asshole, too. Do a good job little girl.” She bobbed her head up and down, “Yes
Daddy,” and starting tonguing my balls which were drawn up tight in their sack.
She was enthusiastic and a little rough, just the way a little girl would be. I
allowed myself to fantasize she had fooled me and was really a twelve or
thirteen year old. She licked and slurped down to my asshole and did a very
wild job licking all around and in it while her hands ran up and down my cock.
Her
head swung around below me and I felt my belly tighten up. Everything was sweet
now, but I wanted to make it even sweeter.
“Okay
Darling Daughter. Enough for now,” She had just started licking the shaft,
taking it in both of her hands and bringing her tongue up to the red head and
pressing it into her face. “Oh Daddy!” She pouted for me. Those braids really
made her face seem even younger. And her flat white chest, her nipples sticking
out. She was as excited as I was.
I
got out a joint from the wooden box on the coffee table. This marijuana was
laced with psycilocybin, my favorite drug for sex. “Are we gonna take drugs
Daddy?” She bounced on the couch, one hand still on my Boy. “This will make you
come even bigger, little girl.” I lit it up and sucked and passed it to her.
She
looked confused with it in her hand and I had to show her what to do. “I’m scared Daddy.” “You should
be, but it’s too late to back out now. You’re doing what I say, that was the
deal.” She nodded her head up and down, again, “Yes Daddy.” And she sucked on
the cigarette and held the smoke in her.
I
watched her green eyes get bigger as it hit her. I was humming, feeling manic,
my Boy started throbbing. I thought the time was right for breaking her in. I
didn’t intend to be gentle. A little girl like this, you shouldn’t be gentle.
You should tear her open like a barbarian. Which I certainly am.
“Come,”
I stood up and grabbed her hand and pulled her with me down the hall to the
bedroom. She still had on those kneesocks and mary janes. In the bedroom I
gathered her to me in an embrace, and I kissed her deep, tongue dwelling in her
mouth like a creature, exploring every surface. “Oh oh oh, Daddy.” She said
when I broke it. I threw her back on the goosedown comforter. She lay on her
back, arms flung above her. “Spread your legs. Wide.” And her eyes were open
large and I had my Boy in my hand. I went to the dresser drawer and pulled out
my old faithful belt. I have had this belt for twenty years. Misty’s is not the
first pussy he has tasted. I doubled him up and slapped my other hand with him,
lightly, to make a noise.
“Little
girls’ pussys need a strapping before they are really ready for Daddy’s Boy.” I
stood over her, “Are you ready for your strapping Misty?” I loved to hear the
little girl agree to the violence. It made it sweeter and the pleasure in her
tears became glorious. “Yes Daddy,” she was hesitant, but I think she was
trying to play the subtle game. I thought to myself she wants this pretty bad.
Thing
about painsluts, they are always torn between hating it and needing it. I
raised the doubled belt above my shoulder and brought it down on her pussy.
Pretty hard for a first lick. “Owie Daddy, Owie.” Her legs closed up and I
pushed them open and put my leg on one and my other leg held the her’s down on
her chest. “Twenty,” I said, and started wailing on her. “Ahh, ow, owie, ahhh!”
Misty wrestled beneath me. “Keep your legs open!” “I’m trying Daddy,” She had
started crying alittle. Those tears were beautiful, streaming down her cheeks,
ruining her eye makeup. Her lips were swollen from my kissing, her lipstick smeared
around her mouth like a halo. “Oh Daddy it hurts me so bad!” I gave her three
more hard licks, hard as I could. I threw my belt on the floor and got between
her legs. “Here’s Daddy’s Boy,” I said putting His big red bulb to her parted
lips. I pushed, getting some purchase and and then I ripped right into her, no
hesitation, feeling her flesh fight me, but then part, and of course she was
wet and hot and I slid right in. The feeling of breaking her open, the power of my Cock breaking her into two
pieces. One before Daddy, two after Daddy.
I
rode her hard for minute after minute, getting her legs over my shoulders. She
moaned and gasped, “Oh Daddy, Daddy. Hard Daddy. Hurts Daddy.” I don’t think it
could have, she was very lubricated and then suddenly she was coming, saying
it, “Hurts Daddy, coming Daddy!!!” I noticed she didn’t ask permission to come
and smiled to myself. I’d make her pay for that all evening. And I felt myself
suddenly, full of seed and the flesh swelling and bursting in her baby pussy. I
hollered like a bear in rut. Oh this was so good.
Pain
and The Girl
We
both showered after that. I let her take those socks and shoes off and just be
completely naked. “No clothes in Daddy’s house, except the ones Daddy wants to
see you in.”
We
were in the bedroom. I got out my digital camera and turned on all the lights.
“On the bed,” I ordered her and she jumped up and knelt in the middle of the
bed. She put her hands behind her, as if they were tied and posed for me. Her
face was angelic. Her pussy beautiful. I kissed her and shot several pics. “Now
on your back” she lay down, “legs to
your chest,” she pulled them up, “now spread them open,” and I took
picture after picture of her genitals and asshole. Her asshole, red, fruit,
puckered. I sat beside her and forced my finger in her asshole without getting
it wet. “Daddy that hurts,” She sounded a little petulant. “Yes. Your point
is?” She pouted for me. “Daddy Misty’s never done anything with her butt.”
Really? I was immediately turned on by that, my Prick stirring, despite the
day’s activity.
“Well
Daddy’s gonna open your bottom like he opened your pussy, darling. And you have
nothing to say about it.” “Oh Daddy, you’re so mean to me.” But I could tell
she was turned on by this conversation. I knew my finger in her ass must hurt.
I took it out, wet it and its’ brother and put them both back to the darling
aperture and pushed. “Owie Daddy.” But she lay there, legs pulled up and open,
while Daddy finger fucked her asshole with two fingers, twisting them around,
trying to hurt her. “Do you like that Darling?” She frowned, “It hurts Daddy,
but I know Daddy’s Boy wants it so I likes it Daddy.” She gave me that martyred
girl look. Boy I love that look.
I
pulled my fingers out and took some alligator clips out of the bed table
drawer. I had sprung these clips so the pressure was really quite mild. I
hadn’t known what level of painslut this little girl would be so I planned to
start her out easy.
“Here
my precious girl,” I pulled her legs down and licked her right nipple and
sucked on it. I used my teeth carefully and licked all over where her breast
would be if she had one. “Hmmm” she was making noises. I took the alligator
clip and pinched it open and then put it right over her longish nipple and let
it close. “Oh Daddy! Ow.” And she
shivered, lying there. “Now for the other one.” “Oh Daddy, do you have to?” She was biting her lip, looking very
pretty. “I don’t have to. I want to. Don’t you want me to?” I looked at her and
she batted her eyes at me. “Okay Daddy. Whatever you want. I can do it.”
“Whether you ‘can’ or ‘can’t’, you will do it tonight, my darling.” I licked my
lips, licked her other nipple and placed that clip on her, feeling and hearing
the sudden intake of breath. She breathed carefully, getting a grip on herself
and getting used to the clips. They looked delightful and I took her in my arms
and kissed her. Yummy girl. Lots of tongue.
The
psilocybin was in full swing now and everything had a thick and lush character.
My Boy swung, half hard, back and forth between my legs. I hummed with what I
was going to do to her, chuckling a little at how good this felt. I took some
more pictures of her.
“Time
to play Daddy’s tie up games, Cinderella,” I told her. My favorite way to tie a
little girl is hands together above her head, wrist to wrist, and her legs tied
to the bedposts above her, with a pillow under her so her pussy and her anus
are raised and exposed. I admit it, what I really like is hurting the girl
between her legs. I knew I was gonna do lots of things tonight that both of us
might regret later, but, what the hell. she came of her own free will. Poor
little girl.
If
we got through this night and she wanted to come back then I would know I had
found the girl, at last. What a romantic asshole I am.
***
I
was hungry and thought about eating something. Misty lay on the bed, her legs
pressed together, her beautiful eyes watching me, her makeup smeared and her
face still wet with her tears. I said, “Are you hungry? Should we get a snack?”
She pressed her lips together, “I don’t think I can eat anything.” “Are you
scared Darling?” I asked her. She shook her head up and down, prettily, “Daddy
I’m’ah scared of, well, what you’re gonna do next. I’m just a silly little
girl. I, umm, want Daddy to have the bestest time of his life.” She sat up at
this, her hands behind her, legs crossed, nipples hidden under the alligator
clips.
“Here’s
what Daddy wants my little Misty girl,” I came over and pulled her into my
arms, “Daddy’s gonna have a sandwich and maybe a vodka tonic and maybe Daddy’ll
make Misty drink some of Daddy’s vodka. Meanwhile,” I kissed her eyelids and
drank deeply of her smell. I looked forward to burying my nose in her cunt
again. Some girls just smell like sex and Misty was one of those. “Meanwhile,
you go in the bathroom, and maybe take a shower, take your hair out of the
braids, wash the makeup up. Daddy wants you scrubbed clean for what happens
next.” I kissed her mouth. She had one of those sharp, hard tongues,
snake-like. I ran my tongue over her teeth. She made these sweet, animal-like
little noises, like a mouse trying to get away.
“What
happens next my Daddy?” She smiled at me, but I could see the anxiety in her
eyes. “You don’t want to be surprised?” She lowered her head, “No. I, just,
need to know… that’s all.” So petulant. So charming.
I
burrowed into her neck and my hand found her nipple, still clamped. I took the
clamp off, suddenly, without warning her. The blood ran back into the pink bit
of flesh and she reacted like she had been wounded. “Ohhhhhhhh Daddy, hurts
hurts hurts. You hurt me, Daddy!!” I took the other one off for good measure.
“Ohhh migod. Hurts!!!” She suddenly had tears in her eyes. I was so turned on
again. I thought about skipping right to her asshole.
But,
“Do what I say, Darling Daughter.” And I got up and left the room. When I
looked back at the door I saw her rubbing her sore nipples, and smiling
ruefully. She was remarkably beautiful, there on the bed, naked and white, with
her pink slit and her ruby pink nipples and her blonde braids and her skinny coral
colored mouth.
I
felt my boy all the way to the kitchen, running my hand up and down Him. Gonna
give you what you want. Gonna hurt her so bad. After I had sandwiched and made
a honking big drink I went back to the bedroom. I turned off the overhead, leaving
the two bed table lights on. I lay down on the bed, and drank my drink and
waited for her to emerge from the bathroom.
After
a little while she came out. Her hair was undone from the braids, and brushed
out and she turned out to have quite a lot of it. Gorgeous blonde curls, well
past her shoulders. She looked even younger without her makeup on. She crawled
across the bed and put her head on my chest. One of her hands touched my penis.
“Can I kiss Him Daddy?” I sipped my drink and nodded okay.
She
licked him tentatively, and then she swirled her tongued around the red helmet.
Her other hand found my scrotum, which was drawn up and hard as a baseball.
Sick desire does that to me.
I
watched her suck me into her mouth and pulled on one leg so that she presented
her bottom to me while her mouth was on my prick. I put one hand out, on her
right cheek and pulled it open a little, so that I could see her asshole. All
pink to red, a little flower, tight and unplucked. I intended to make it into a
swollen red fruit, distended, smeared with come. But before I ripped her, I was
going to get my willow switch and lay about twenty strokes on her virgin anus.
My Boy throbbed at the thought. She took him down her throat and I had to stop
myself from coming. One more come, even with the psyilocybin, and I’d have to
sleep. And I wasn’t ready to let that charming rose pass me by.
I
licked my index finger and pushed it into her asshole while she did her
darndest to get me to come. It occurred to me that she too thought one more
come would put me to sleep. I was a little angry at this, but then I smiled and
thought that I like a smart little girl. And besides, it wouldn’t work.
“Enough
of that, Darling. Time for the bad things to start happening again.” She sat up
and wiped slobber off of her face. “Okay Daddy. I’m ready.” I doubted that.
“I’m your baby girl. My pussy is your’s.” “What about your asshole?” She
shivered. “Okay, Daddy. My asshole is all your’s.” “To hurt and fuck?” I pushed
her, “to hurt and fuck my Daddy!” “That’s a good girl.” I embraced her and
kissed her again, long and hard.
“Now,
on your back.” I proceeded to tie her up, hands together wrist-to-wrist, and
then one leg pulled back over her and tied to the top corner post, and then the
other. I pulled her butt up and pushed my big feather pillow under it. She
presented delectably, the lovely pink and red flesh looking untouched, ready
for my damage. And damage is what I had in mind.
I
went to the closet and took out several two to three foot willow switches. I
took one and swished it through the air so that it sang its romantic song.
Woooshhh. Woooosh…. “Oh Daddy,” she moaned, watching the switch making its
sharp journey from up to down and back again. Wooshhh Woosh Wooooooosh. Harder
and harder, not actually touching her yet. Just increasing the fear.
Her
eyes were wide. She was strung hard and taut. I brought the switch to her
asshole and pussy and traced the lines lightly with it. I started hitting her
gently, her pussy lips, her asshole, and then without warning I pulled it back
and whipped it hard on her genitals. “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!” And I pulled it back
and brought the tip as hard as I could to her little rose. “Ohh, AHHHDADDDY,
Please Daddy, please Daddy. Hurts toomuch tooo much, please stop daddy ill do
anything anything anywhere any…..Ahhhhh! OHHHH!!!” I relentlessly whipped her
asshole, over and over again. It turned redder and redder and I could see that
it was swelling. Just like the Boy between my legs. He was huge, like a
baseball bat. My hand felt him and slipped down to my balls. They were swollen
with a terrible need. I needed to empty my boy up her bottom and soon.
She
was crying in earnest now. So beautiful, her face wet, her bottom lip
trembling. I threw the switch to the floor and knelt before the virgin girl. I
pulled her bottom cheeks even further apart and brought my cruel, evil Cock to
the swollen opening. I spit on my palm and wetted the head of the penis, just
enough to get in her. I brought him to her little anus and pushed him through
the sphincter with no hesitation. Immediately she started screaming, “Stop Stop
stop, please don’t!!! Daddy please take it out! It’s too big, Daddy!! I can’t
take it it hurts so bad hurts bad!! Hurts hurts hurts hurts!” It felt
wonderful! I could literally feel her flesh tearing apart. I hoped she wouldn’t
bleed, and I didn’t think so, but it had that feel to it, inside of her. Like I
was tearing her flesh apart with my cock.
I rammed Him up her bottom and started slamming her as hard as I could,
my hands on the inside of her thighs, I started slapping her pussy, and pulled
open her lips to show her clit and I started slapping her clit while I fucked
her bottom as hard as I could and she screamed “Please STOP MY DADDY You are
killing me DADDY STOPP IT Hurts TOO
MUCH.”
And
then, like a heart attack, suddenly out of nowhere I came, my Cock twitching
and firing up her bottom, emptying me out into her.Over and over again, as she
hollered “hurts too much!! HURTS TOO MUCH!!” I realized I was shouting like a
madman, “UNNHH!!” I came and came and came. I thought I might never stop. But,
of course I did stop. And she was glad of that, I can tell you.
I
knelt there, my boy still twitching in her tiny baby asshole. I looked down at
her. “This is what I want from you. Every day of your life.” She looked at me
with what I first thought was fear, but then realized was actually a kind of
lust. “Yes Daddy. Every day from now on. I am all yours’.” I swooped down and
started kissing her, deep kisses while her whole body shivered under me.
I
finally withdrew from her hot asshole. She twitched just a little as I came
out. It must’ve been ten minutes later. She still sobbed hiccuping every few seconds. I lay on her and took her face in my hands
and started kissing the tears around her eyes and cheeks. “That made Daddy’s
Boy especially happy.” I said to her, biting her lips a little. She smiled
wanly, but bravely. “It was so hot, Daddy.” “Are you a hurting little angel
girl now?” She nodded her head up and down. “Yes, Daddy. I don’t know if I can
walk.” I crawled off of her and began to untie her legs.
“Tell
Daddy how you feel now. Be honest.” I continued untying her, rubbing her ankles
as I loosed them from the bedposts. “uh, Gee Daddy. Golly, it hurt like
something awful! I knew it would hurt a lot in my bottom, but gosh it was so
bad, Daddy. Do I really have to do that every day?” She blinked at me, while I
rubbed her wrists and then I started kissing her eyes.
“Daddy
wants what He wants. The question to Daddy is what does Misty want?” I sat back
on my haunches. She had rolled over on her side and was just the most exquisite
little white blonde girl I’d ever seen. I’ve always had that Nordic desire,
white and blonde. Only ever surpassed by the occasional sharp featured milky
skinned redheaded darling. I think the right redhead could certainly bring the
Badman in me to a whole new level. I stroked Misty’s bottom, pulling her cheeks
open and looking at her distended, swollen asshole. She looked like she had
been used, hard. Which she had.
“Come
on, Darling. We need to fix you up for a lovely sleep.” I took her into the
large bathroom and started running a hot bath. She sat on the toilet seat,
while I poured bath salts in the water. Sandalwood, a long time favorite of mine.
Good quality so the perfume was not cloying, just thick and voluptuous.
She
got into the bath tub when I gestured and I turned on the jets that made the
water move. I knew this would help her recover from the harsh treatment.
I
sat on the can and watched her settle in. “So when did you discover that pain
turned you on?”
She
grinned at me. “I was a real little girl. Maybe ten, and I discovered some
porno in the computer that belonged to the guy who rented our spare room. It
was pretty standard BDSM stuff. But I was a little baby girl, just starting to
really touch my puss. Gee Daddy this is kind of embarrassing.” “But you’ll tell
Daddy, anyway.” “Oh, okay.” She pushed her hair behind her head and lay back.
Her chest was so incredibly child-like. It was difficult to believe she was in
her twenties.
“So
my first orgasm came from touching myself and watching a man whip a woman who
was tied to a bed. Daddy, he was whipping her between her legs and I was a ten
year old virgin, with my fingers just starting to go up into myself.”
“Quite
a vision,” I murmured. “Then,” she continued, “I got the neighbor boy to tie me
up. He wouldn’t hurt me though. No matter how much I begged him. But he did
touch me, touch my pussy, Daddy. He was a big poopy-face. I figured out, after
that, that I needed a grown up Daddy to really take me in hand and give me all
the pain I dreamed of.”
I
nodded, absently fondling my dick. She swished the water and moved her body so
that one of the jets played over her asshole. “I have met a couple of other
Daddys along the way, Daddy” She looked at me, hesitantly. “Don’t worry Misty,
Daddy knows you have done some of this before.”
“Daddy
is the best! Daddy is the best Daddy ever!” She smiled a big smile. “Really. No
one ever came anywhere near to giving me the pleasure you did. I was soooo
scared. It was hard. And you hurt me so bad, but I guess that is what we both
want.”
I looked at her, holding my half-hard cock in my hand. “Is it what you want?
You know, I’m going to hurt you a lot more than that. Remember what I said?
She shook her head up and down, “You’re gonna make me sorry I was born a girl.”
I sat on the tub edge and leaned down and kissed her. “Good girl, How much pain
can you take for your Daddy?”
”As much pain as he has to give.” She smiled and kissed me, and then drew back,
“But, you’ll have to tie me up, okay? Cause I might try and get away. I have a
very low threshold of pain, but I want to take it all. Everything that you want
to give me.” We kissed again, a long French kiss with great heart in it.
Finally breaking it off she said, “You promise me that you’ll tie me up and not
let me quit. Promise me.” She was insistent.
“Okay
Darling girl. I promise I will make you take all of Daddy’s sweet cruel pain.”
Her
laughter was like the faeries’ silverbells. My Boy was hard again.
Unbelievable.
I put two
sections together and so this is the second to the last piece of this story. Still looking for that little girl. Enjoy!
It
was about ten at night and she hadn’t eaten yet. So I suggested we go out to a
bar and grab something. I took a light cotton summer dress from my closet. I
had bought it at a street market the year before, when I thought I had a
girlfriend, a relationship that slipped away like smoke. It was a little like a
sailor suit, white and blue, but in an A type construction. We put her
stockings back on her and her mary janes and brushed her hair out and she looked positively
adorable. Could I take her into a bar? She had her identification (still in my
car). Why not?
In
the bar itself we talked about average daily life, like two adults, while she
sucked down a hamburger with mushrooms and blue cheese. We both had beers and
the waitress checked Misty’s id carefully and gave me
such a dirty look.
But
I didn’t care. This girl was from a dream I had had all my life. I could not
stop looking at her. And remembering all the things I had already done to her.
My cock was thick the whole time. Waiting for his next chance
at her tender flesh.
In
the parking lot as we approached the car, I pulled out my keys and said, “Misty
girl, let’s take the dress off.”
She
paused, next to me, and looked around the parking lot. There were people going
into the bar at the far end. Then she reached around and unbuttoned in the
back, under her neck and shrugged it off of her shoulders. Underneath she wore
no underwear and suddenly, there she was, naked under the street light. I
pulled her to me and started kissing her. Lots of tongue, my
hands on her bottom, tracing the delicate, small curve, sliding into the space
between, over her anus. She shivered.
I
opened the car door and put her in her side. I got in and we drove through the
night. I kept one hand on her leg that was nearest me. “Open,” I said, and she
spread herself so that my hand could slide up to her pink pussy. My fingers
played with the flesh, already wet. She
started breathing faster. I flicked her clit, and pinched her, rather
cruelly. We stopped at a stop light, my
fingers up her, my index finger and thumb pinching her. I leaned over and
kissed her. She tasted good, beer and burger and Misty. “I can’t wait to hurt
you really bad.”
“Yes
Daddy. Hurt me so bad! Make me cry!” She was panting and I knew she was going
to come. “Ask me Darling.” “Please Daddy. Please let me come!” “All right
Angel.” And she shuddered and creamed all over my fingers. Her fragrance was
strong in the small car. “Oh Daddy! You’re the best,
My Daddy!”
She
slept in my arms that night, curled up in the bed, so light. I buried my nose
in her hair and held her against me all night long. My cock seemed like it was
always hard, full of blood. My mind turned over scenarios of sex and pain. I
could hear her steady breathing and I sniffed her like an animal with his
dinner. I wasn’t sure I would ever really be able to let her go.
The
Next Day
We
got up late, Sunday morning. I fixed us some light breakfast, bloody marys. We turned the tv
on and I hooked up the card from the digital camera and we ran through the
pictures I had taken of Misty, while we scarfed down
our scrambled eggs and toast.
“Oh
Daddy, I look like such a sweet little girl!” Misty seemed pleased with the
photos. She sat next to me on the couch, wearing one of Daddy’s t-shirts, too
big for her, and nothing else. I sipped the bloody and smelled her hair some
more. “What will we do today my Daddy?” She turned to me,
face bright, a beatific smile. “I know what you want to do, my Daddy.”
“Oh
do you?” I rubbed my hand along her thigh, pushing the shirt up. She had put
her plate on the coffee table and her arms around me. “Yes,” she exclaimed,
smirking a little, “Daddy is gonna whip Misty today,
isn’t he?” I nodded my head slightly, “And has Misty been whipped much by her Daddys?”
She
kissed the corner of my mouth, “Some, Daddy. One time pretty
hard.” She kissed my lips, running her tongue over the lower, full lip
that is a genetic marker in my family. I slipped my tongue out and she licked
me with her’s, very sweet. Cute
even. “Did Misty girl like the whipping?” She got all solemn and nodded
her head up and down. “Yes Daddy. It was scary and Misty got hurt, but I wanted
to be fucked hard when it was over.” “Yes,” I agreed, “There’s a part of you
that knows the pain is all about coming. That’s why you are my perfect little
girl.”
I
stood up in my shorts and stretched, while she ran her hand along my leg and up
to my Boy. “Oh Daddy you are so big. Is He gonna hurt
my bottom today?” I nodded yes. “But, Daddy will fuck his girl hard in her
pussy too?” I nodded again. Then I spoke, “And Daddy will pay special attention
to Misty’s pussy today. Daddy has a fantasy of
hurting a little girl’s pussy he would like to live out. I promise you it will
hurt a lot.”
She
looked a little worried, but shook her head up and down. “Yes Daddy. I want to
be your fantasy. I want to be sorry I was born a girl. I know I will be.”
***
In
the Bedroom I took her shirt off. I brushed her hair out and pulled her down on
the bed. “You will be tied up for awhile here. If it gets too much, not the
pain per se, but being tied in this position, Daddy will untie you and tied you
in a different manner. Okay?” “Yes Daddy. Tie me up.” She was young and very
lithe. Her body was skinny, no breasts to get in the way. I tied her again,
arms over her head, legs above her on each side. I tied her thighs and brought
the rope down to the sides of the bed, spreading her a little more. And I put a
bigger, bolster type pillow under her bottom, so that everything was pushed up.
“Better
access for Daddy’s toys,” I told her. “Yes my Daddy. My pussy and my asshole
are your’s. I know you will hurt me and make your Boy
bigger and bigger. I want it. I want it to really hurt.” She was being sincere,
and twelve. A good combination for her.
I
went to the closet and took our my video camera, which
was mounted on a tripod. I hooked up the power and linked the cord to the
bedroom tv. Then I aimed it
at the sacrifice on the bed. I had on the dark sheets so her white white flesh with its pink crease and ruby dot stood right
out. I have always loved how a girl,
young and tight, displayed like this looks like an exclamation mark: ! Pussy/Asshole. Yes the energy
of this makes me holler.
I
went over to her and started kissing her and running my hands up and down her
naked flesh. I tickled her nipples on her flat chest and I strummed her tummy
and let my fingers follow her folds. I didn’t quite put them in her. But I
could feel she was wet and if I pushed my fingers in her slit she would open
right up.
Taking
the latex glove from the bed table, I pulled it on and took out the container
of Icy Hot. “This won’t hurt at first, then it will.”
She looked truly nervous. “Oh Daddy! Do you have to?!”
I
looked at her. “Let’s ask the Boy, what do you think?” And I pulled my shorts
off, freeing that evil male weapon, who stood right up, all hard and huge and
already wet at His tip. “I think He wants it,” I said to her. “Oh Gawsh,” She said, biting her lower lip, “I know. He does.
Oh please. Darn it Daddy. Go ahead.”
“That’s
a little girl who loves her Daddy.” I swept up a dollop of the stuff and
painted her pussy lips with it, both sides, and then I rubbed her clitoris with
it for several minutes, while it came on, and she started breathing hard, tears
squeezing out of her eyes. “Oh Daddy, this is gonna
be really bad, isn’t it?” “Very bad, my beautiful darling.
That is why Dady turned on the video.” I looked at
the tv and observed us there
on the bed. A long shot: you could see both her tortured genitals and her face,
wet now with her tears, her mouth twisted and biting her lower lip and then
suddenly, as I watched her on the television she opened her mouth and started
screaming, “Oh god Daddy! Hurts too much. Hurts too bad!! AAAHHHHH.” And my Boy got all
twitchy, wanting to come.
I
had more in store for her, though. While she whined about the icy hot, I got
the ginger root out and cut a big thumb of it and peeled it. I wet her asshole
and pushed the ginger in, holding it there. “You’ll keep that up in you,
understand?” I said to
her, as she sobbed steadily. “Yes Daddy. Whatever
you say.’
Then
I softly rubbed her forehead, watching her cry, her chest heaving. I rubbed my
cock with my other hand. He felt huge, electric, like a big charge waiting for
the switch to be thrown. I could fuck her mouth in this position and thought I
probably would. But right now I had one more aspect I wanted to pursue.
“Did
you ever hear of the Story of O,” I asked her. “Yes Daddy. I read it when I was
twelve.” “Well, there’s another book, the
Image, by a person who called themselves Jean Berg, very like O. And in
this book there is a beautiful little blonde girl who is tortured with needles
heated in a candle flame.”
I got up and went to the dresser and got out the candle in its holder, and the
set of needles set in wooden dowels. I brought them over to the bed table and
pulled the bedroom chair up to the bed, just below her thighs. I checked to
make sure I wasn’t in the way of the camera, but it was more towards the other
side. She was crying steadily now, whining, “Please Daddy, don’t don’t. It hurts too much now. Oh Daddy mine, it hurts it
hurts bad Daddy!!! Please STOP!!!!” “Well, you know I won’t. But I do love to
hear you sing that song darling daughter.”
And
I put the needle into the candles flame, and held it there for a count of ten.
Then I brought it to the hood of her clitoris and lightly pushed it in.
“AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” And my boy jumped. I repeated this another time, pushing
the needle into her lips, spreading them open and pushing the hotneedle into the delicate red flesh. “AAAAHHHHH
OOOOOOWWWWWIEE!” Her face was already wet with tears and now she burst out, crying
heavily. “Please stop Daddy. I’ll do anything for you forever!”
I
don’t believe in blackmail or punishment/reward scenarios. I stopped and said
to her, “My Boy wants this. Do you want Him to have what He wants? Or do you
want to stop now?’ This was one of those moments.
She
was shivering, her legs pulling at the rope. She looked at me, her blonde hair
spread behind her beautiful sculpted face. She tried to stop sobbing, but she
couldn’t. Everything must hurt terribly. Finally she croaked out, “Don’t stop
Daddy. I’ll do anything for you. Hurt me as much your Boy wants. But, I can’t
help myself. I’m gonna beg you Daddy, to stop. But,
you don’t have to. Not for me. However much you want to hurt me,
just hurt me. AHHHHHHH!” I started using two needles
at a time, pressed into either side of her clitoris. Over and
over again. “AHHHH! UNHHHH! AHHHHHHH!”
She sounded like an angel
falling into the abyss.
I
couldn’t stand it anymore I was so turned on. I had meant to put on a condom
and fuck her asshole, but I just pushed my swollen cock up her asshole into the
ginger. I could feel it start to burn me too and I celebrated feeling that
terrible feeling she was having. I rode her bottom very hard and she screamed,
literally screamed. “AHHHHH!!” and whined, “Hurts sooooo
bad my Daddy!!! Hurts bad, please stop!!!” And I came, again like some terrible
star exploding deep inside of her. Over and over again.
I could feel my whole body coming out of me and going into her bottom. All that energy.
I
was on her kissing her and holding her head, still buried in her bottom. Then I
realized my cock was on fire and so was she and I stopped shaking and pulled
him out of her and wiped him off with the sheet from the floor. She lay there,
sobbing. I untied her legs, and brought them down and rubbed them and then her
hands. My cock burned like it was on fire and I knew she felt even worse.
“Let’s go get in the tub, Darling.” “Okay my Daddy.” Shelooked up at me, “Daddy?”
“Yes little one?” “Daddy, I love you.” “And I love you too, Darling.” “Always Daddy?” I looked at her, in my arms. She looked
about twelve, face streaked with tears, “Always my
little girl.”
We
spent about an hour in the tub before the pain subsided much. It felt luxurious
and we talked some more about her life and mine, what we liked, where we wanted
to go. She lay back in my arms in the big tub. “Daddy, are we done today?” “No, sweetheart. You haven’t come yet.” She turned in my
arms, splashing water, “You are the best Daddy!” She kissed me, deeply.
“But
you’ll have to earn your come with a serious whipping.” She put her head down
on my chest. “Okay Daddy. Anything you want.”
***
We
took a long nap into the late afternoon. I got us up around four so we would
have some sunlight for the last scene. You would think I’d be done, at least
physically, by this time. But when I thought that I would look at Misty and my
blood would flow that much faster. My heart would catch. My nerves would sing.
And my Boy would suddenly thicken and become heavy and I could feel the need
start up in me.
She
was like a cat, lying in the bed, and stretching as she awakened. Gorgeous. I
could not stop looking at her pussy, her belly, her hard pink nipples. “Time to
get up, sleepyhead. Daddy needs Misty’s tears now.”
She
smiled at me and rolled over on her back and spread herself wide open. “Hmmm.
Daddy gonna give his little girl her special spanking?” She put her hand on her
kitty, and pulled herself open a little. “No baby. This is gonna be an all over
Misty whipping. No belt this time. I have some willow switches I want to mark
you with.” She snuggled back into the
bed, “Oh Daddy, do I have to?”
I
put my hand on her head, in her golden locks, and pulled her up to me, kissing
her lips, biting them, “Yes.” And she raised herself up into my arms, so
finally I was holding her skinny, tiny body, with one arm behind her, and
biting her lips, and her tongue and her neck.
I
took her into the living room. I opened the blinds so there was plenty of
sunlight flooding in from the west. There was a hook set into a beam in the
ceiling. I had put it there several days ago, preparing for this weekend. I
knew it would hold my weight, so Misty would be like a leaf, dangling from a
spider’s thread.
There
was a stepladder in the living room closet, and plenty of half inch rope and I
got both out and showed them to her. She was sitting, demurely, on the couch,
watching me. Her eyes gleamed. There was just a touch of perspiration on her
forehead. I knew she was excited because once again I could smell her when I
got close enough. She had that sweet musk that some girls have. Like fruit to
be plucked.
After
attaching one end of the rope to the hook, I got down from the step-stool and
gestured for her to come over. “Put your hands up, together.” She stood there
and let me tie her hands above her head with the rope. I didn’t want her to be
off the floor, so I didn’t try and shorten it too much. Then I felt her cunt,
sliding my fingers into her and she tried to open her legs for me. “Good girl”
I murmured, fingerfucking her. “Now, wider.” She struggled to part her legs,
with her hands tied above her head. She pushed her pussy down on my fingers and
I reluctantly took them out of her.
I
had several lengths of rope and I tied first one of her legs to a hook in the
floor on one side, and then the other opposite it, so that she was strung up,
and spread open, facing me. The 9 foot wide window’s blinds were partially
open, so there was light streaming in around her. She looked like the Goddess,
all white and blonde and golden in the light.
I
kissed her, kissed her lips, kissed her neck, licked her nipples, played my
hands lightly over her, found her hipbones sharp as knives, strayed behind to
her tiny bottom, tickled her lightly on
her cheeks. I could not stop touching her and she began breathing
heavily, “Daddy, Daddy. Hurt me, Daddy. Hurt me really bad. I want to make your
Boy so happy! Hurt me so I cry like the little girl I really am.”
I
took the switches out of the big drawer under the oak coffee table. They were
two to four feet long, variously. I took a long, thick one in hand. It felt
like an extension of my Cock. I whirled it over my head and pulled it down
hard, in the air, making it whistle. “WhirrrrrrrrrrrrWhoooooooooooshCrack” as
it hit the edge of the coffee table.
“Please
my Daddy, don’t hold back. Take my tears.” She was panting a little,
anticipating the fierce tongue of pain I would paint her with. I sliced the
switch lightly over her, her chest, her belly. I brought him up between her
legs, just a little, but increasing the force with each little hiccup of
movement. “Unh unh unh. Ow! Owie Daddy!” I stepped back and to one side. I
pulled off the shorts I was wearing and then was as naked as Misty. My Boy was
big and throbby, bouncing a little as I paced around on one side of her, still
running my switch over her flesh, lightly, tickling, teasing.
I
put one hand on Him. His tip was wet and I rubbed that over His head. It felt
so good. He was talking to me now, “Switch her man. Switch her nipples. Good
Good and hard.” I could hear Him as I pulled on Him. Oh so good. I pulled my
other arm back, the one armed with the switch. Yes, a weapon in each hand. I
ripped that switch around hard and laid it across her chest, going for her
nipples. She screamed, so loud I was glad the neighbors were on vacation.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” An angry red line appeared across her chest. I had
missed one of her nipples but the line ran right through the aereolae of the
other one. It was swelling up, welting beautifully. I walked up to her and
started kissing her, taking her tongue in my mouth, pushing my tongue in her
mouth. I rubbed my face in the tears that ran down her cheeks.
My
fingers traced the welt. A profound feeling of strength and pleasure infused
me. I bit her lower lip. “Was that good for you my Daughter?” “Daddy, Daddy.
Hurts bad, Daddy. Some more for you my Daddy? Do you want to fuck your little
girl?”
I
stepped back, fingers dawdling on the welt, and pinching hard at the welted
nipple.
Then
I unleashed three more hard pulls, across her chest, across her belly, down
below, just on her mound.
“AAWWAWWHH”
At first her screaming was loud, then it was as if she couldn’t get air and her
mouth was wide open, but no sound emerged. Then suddenly she was sobbing, as I
paused again and came back to her, and ran my fingers over the red filigree on
her flesh. I was cruel when I touched the line across her mons veneris, and I
let my fingers dip down, and part her labia. And yes she was wet. Very wet and
she tried to hump my fingers. “I know I owe you a come, and you may have it in
just a few minutes.” “Please Daddy let me come Daddy please.”
I stepped in front of her several feet and brought my switch up between her
legs, into the tender flesh I had just opened up. Once, hard, twice much
harder, third time charmed. “Ahhunhhhunhhh!” She was sobbing hard and breathing
like an engine. “Please my Daddy.” And I came over and pulled her to me and
shoved my Boy up her pussy and shoved Him into her over and over again, while
she writhed on my, gurgling almost, coming fiercely, shaking in my arms and
that made my Boy start going off, again, and then again. Even after all the
comes of the previous day He seemed like he would never stop. And Misty came
continuously through this it seemed, shaking, crying like a baby.
“Oh
Daddy so good Daddy oh my god Daddy…”
“Yes,
Daddy is your god now, Darling.”
“Oh yes Daddy! You are my lord and my god I never want to leave you!”
“And
you never will Misty girl.” I held her there, my cock finishing His spasms
inside her tiny little girl cunt. My hands on her bottom, one finger resting on
her asshole. “My sweet little girl, I think you should marry me and never leave
me ever again.”
“Oh Daddy? Can I? Can we?”
“I
will whip and fuck you every day,” I warned her.
Her
green eyes sparkled and she writhed in my arms, still impaled on my cruel Boy.
“Yes Daddy. Every day for the rest of my
life!”
“That’s
my girl.”
And
I kissed her, gently and kissed the corners of her eyes and tasted her tears,
and they were like rain from heaven on my tongue.
The
End
If
I get some positive feedback I will post some more on this next week. Still
looking for Misty, either on line or in real life.
"Daddy, Daddy?" Misty cuddled
up to me in our bed. It was about a week after we went to the county courthouse
and made it official. She was my girl now and I
intended to take advantage of that every single day.
It was early morning. We were still
getting used to each other, exploring how it was going to work out. I didn’t
truly expect her to play the part of a young girl all the time and we had come
to have had several conversations of a more adult nature. That was just fine
with me. I hoped to mold her and also to find in her a real partner.
“Hey Darling,” I kissed her bruised lips.
We had indulged in a violent missionary fuck before going to sleep and her lips
were swollen and you could see she had cried a little while going to sleep.
“How’s my baby pussy this morning?” I was truly concerned she would be okay.
“Oh Daddy,” she pouted for me and her
hand found my morning Hard-on. “I am fine and ready for whatever the day may
bring. Daddy,” “Yes?” “I know it’s your birthday,” she pulled her hair out of
her eyes. They glistened and she nuzzled me a little. “How do you know that?” I
asked, mildly surprised. I usually just forgot about the date; after your youth
it is just a marker.
“It was on the form we filled out, Daddy.
You remember.” She rubbed my Boy, very sweetly, and licked her lips. “I
wanna give you something for your
birthday you have never had.” “Oh really?” I lay on my back, “I have been
sucked in the morning before, and by you, I might add.”
She got up on one elbow. “I want to take
your piss. I want to give you my mouth as a receptacle for everything your
precious Cock, my Lord and my Master,
produces.”
I looked at her and smiled. It wasn’t
really something I had ever imagined doing, but I was gratified by her devotion
to me and to that part of me that keeps me alive. I nodded my head, “Yes,
little one. I will piss in your mouth, but you must swallow it all so there is
no mess. I will go slow.”
Misty’s beautiful smile was like a light
turning on. She blinked and licked her lips and moved down the bed. She brought
my Penis to her mouth and took it in. Her tongue moved over it and I said,
“Wait baby girl, you can’t flick it until I get it going.” I relaxed my
bladder, and full as it always is in the morning, I started to spurt my urine
into her mouth. I held her face between my hands and let a little at time go
into her mouth. She grimaced and I could tell it was not exactly the nectar of the gods for
her, “Do you want to stop?” I asked her.
She shook her head violently, NO.
I pissed in her mouth for a very long
time, going slowly and just reveling in being worshiped. When the piss was gone
she started tonguing me, and her hands took my scrotum and played like feathers
over my testicles and my perineum. I could feel the sap rise in the stem and
started fucking her mouth, driving my Cock deep down her throat and holding Him
there so that she started to gag, then pulling Him back and giving her a few
seconds to recover, then doing it again.
When I came it felt like twenty or thirty
ropes of semen flew down her throat but it was probably only a dozen. I just
lost track as the sensation of coming waved over me over and over again.
It was looking like a wonderful birthday
and I hadn’t even remembered the day.
I gathered her in my arms, “We will do
some beautiful acts today, my lolita-girl. If you are willing I will give you
some marvelous pain, make you cry, and make you come.”
“Yes My Daddy! Hurt me so very bad. Make your
Boy big and mean and I will cover Him with my tears. I know the more you hurt
me the bigger He gets, so I want you to hurt me until He is as big as a
baseball bat. Then,” She batted those eyes at me, “then I want you to fuck my
ass for a long long time, until I am too weak to walk and there is blood.” She
kissed me deep, lots of tongue, “Happy Birthday my Wonderful Cruel Daddy.”
I led
Misty by the hand into our living room. I pulled the wooden blinds open
with my other hand, so that the morning
light spilled across the scene. It was the fourth of July and we were both off
from our jobs, but in the middle of the week. Something about that made this
seem all the sweeter to me.
She stood
by the long wooden table in fron the couch, unclothed. The sleep still in her
eyes, her hands at her sides. She was naked, her chest flat as a child's, her
mons veneris smooth flesh, her fat clitoris and labia puffed out with desire.
"Turn around, darling," I felt my Boy in my hand, hard, vibrating,
despite having come only an hour before in the bedroom. He is an evil entity,
my Cock. He wants things that sometimes I wonder about. If He is a devil than I
am dedicated to allowing Him out of His chains so that He may take the girl any
way He wants.
Misty
turned so that her bottom was pointed in my direction. She bent at the waist
and presented her ass to me. Knowing me well by now she put her delicate hands
on each of her cheeks and pulled them apart. "For you my Master, my
Father, my God." And she pulled her asshole taut, displaying the
carmellian rose, its wrinkles an invitation for my Cock, the Pain-Giver.
"Yes
my baby cunt, today we will hurt your asshole." I smiled at her, turned on
by her wonderful willingness. "If you are the best little girl you can be,
I will let you come later." Misty sank to her knees, still holding her
bottom open, "Oh Daddy, I will come in you wish me to, but only your
pleasure is in my mind. Please Daddy, use the switch on my bottom hole. And fuck me til I
bleed."
***
I sent
Misty to the bedroom with instructions on what garments I wanted her in. In the
closet off the living room I found the exercise machine I haven't used in
months and pulled it out and over to the coffee table. By placing it at one of
the table I had a space where I could take Misty's legs and tie them above her
head and well separated. I meant to grant her her wish for a serious asshole
switching. My Boy throbbed with the idea. Every stroke would be pure pleasure
for Him and every sob and scream would boil the semen deep within me.
Misty
returned, kneesocks and little short white gloves. She wore a white ribbon
choker. Her makeup was beautifully done, just a touch too much, like a little
girl would put it on. Her hair was in banana curls. She looked skinnier than
ever. I brought her roughly to me, my
hand on her sex, my fingers ripping at her flesh. "You are my
Darling Daughter." "Yes Daddy," she used her twelve year old
girl voice and my Boy jumped against her belly. He was moist at the great red
helmet and trailed seminal fluid on her flesh. Her fingers swiped at it and she
put them in her mouth. "Oh Daddy, you feed me every day!"
I kissed
her full lips, sucking at them, biting. I thrust my tongue in her mouth,
tasting myself on her tongue. I pinched and pulled her sex while I invaded her
mouth, over and over, with the sword of my tongue. I wanted to cut her open,
and of course, I would.
"on
the bench, on your back," "Yes Daddy." She put herself on the
coffee table surface, bringing her legs to her chest. I took them, one after
the other, and tied them to the exercise machine, turning its controls so that
they were behind and over her head and spread as far apart as the machine would allow, about four feet. I took
the throw pillow from the couch and put it under the small of her back, so that
her vulva and anus were pushed up and presented. "You wanted the
switch?"
She
groaned and shuddered. "You know how much I hate the switch my Daddy. But,"
she licked her lips, the tears already glistening in her eyes, "It hurts
me the worst, and I know that is what your Boy desires. I would give Him my
soul, and this is part of that ideal. Yes, please switch my asshole until it
bleeds, then use the blood to fuck my ass. Let me cry for your pleasure, my
Father, my God."
When I had her bottom shoved up high like that I knelt
before her genitals and anus at the end of the table and looked down the length
of her. SO sweet and beautiful, my child, my daughter to be sacrificed to my
Penis' cruel desire. I smelled her pussy and lightly licked her lips. She was
full of nectar and it started to bleed from her, running across her asshole. I
tongued her rose, tasting it's clean coppery taste. I licked her lightly,
delicately for quite awhile, listening to hher oh and ah and then I started
biting her labia, harder and harder,
until finally she cried out, "Daddy, hurts!" I pulled back and
slapped her pussy hard with my hand. "I think it's time for Daddy's real
fun," I chuckled.
"Oh yes, my Daddy. I am ready to be switched."
She fluttered her eyes very prettily. Her breathing started to get ragged as I
pulled the willow switches out from under the couch where I have been keeping
them. She was so perfectly spread and displayed. All that flesh, all those
nerves, just waiting for my Cock's desire. Like a musical instrument, I
intended to play her for maximum singing. I wanted to hear her wail, beg. It
made my Boy jump and spit those notes of panic and agony.
"Are you my little girl?"
"Yes Daddy,"
"Will you give me your tears and your
screaming?"
"Oh yes Daddy, take my pain for your Beauutiful
Boy."
She was panting now, like a dog in heat. I drew the
longest switch over my head and switched it down, almost to her crotch, making
that lovely noise. Swish! Woohish! Then, without warning I laid that willow
wand across her genitals, right down the center. She grew rigid and strained at
her bonds and she hollered, "OH MY GOD!"
With that I switched her asshole, the tip going to the
center of the rose. Hard. "OH Fuck!" Harder. "OH HELP
HELP!" Hardest. "Wah!! WAHHHH! PLease Daddy stop stop STOP STOP.
Hurts!!!!" I felt my Dick and HE was pleased. "Ten more baby cunt.
Ten more to your asshole." I licked my lips and spit in my hand and rubbed
Him up and down and I took the switch and
pulled it back and set it to her
asshole, aiming for the true center and watching her twist and turn trying to
avoid it. Hmm good. I could take it no longer and I crouched before her and put
Him to the wrinkled ring and drove Him as hard as I could up her bottom.
"NO NOOONOOOO DADDY NOOOOO. TOOO BAD. HURTS ME HURS
ME HURRRSSSS..." She was reduced to a sobbing child. Her cheeks were wet
with her tears. I drove Him up her butt over and over and over and over. I
thought I would never stop. I noticed there was some red on Him and realized I
had made her bleed, whether with the switch or with the Boy I didn't know, but
the knowledge of that and her continuous screaming and crying suddenly brought
the most powerful orgasm of my life into my Cock and He sprayed her bottom with
my cream. Over and Over. The waves of come, blasting His length up her. Over
and over. My good little girl. My baby. My misty. She keened, like a hurt
animal, one continuous note. "Ohhhhhhhh." So beautiful, her make up
ruined by her tears. Her baby pussy all wet and swollen, needing to be hurt.
There would be more today. Much more.
I stayed there, hard in her for many minutes. She sobbed,
her body shaking. It was beautiful and sad and sweet. I loved her so.
“I’ve brought you a present, my Daddy,” Misty was home from her class at the local university. She had with her another girl, one also skinny, flat-chested, with beautiful red hair. “This is my friend, Trixie.” Trixie smiled at me, shyly, blinking furiously.
This was a complete surprise to me. What did this girl Trixie know about my relationship with my young wife? I made polite noises and looked meaningfully at Misty. She grinned, shamelessly, and started shedding her clothes as was required form in our living arrangements. “It’s okay, Daddy. Trixie knows everything about my life with you.”
“Everything?” I was non-committal, but Trixie was watching Misty strip down with eyes that were beginning to glaze. “Did you tell her you were required to be naked all the time for your Daddy?” She pulled her skirt off and pulled her panties down and kicked them away. “Yes, Daddy, I did.” I looked at her, “Leave the kneesocks and the mary janes on, Darling. You look so sweet and schoolgirl.”
“Yes my Daddy,” She curtsied for me. “Trixie wants to watch, and maybe she will play some too.” Misty licked her lip. She was adorable, standing there in her shoes and socks, bare and sweet. Her nipples were hard and stuck out from her flat chest. Her mons was perfectly bare and looked like it might be a little thick with her juices.
Trixie was still just standing there, dressed in a pullover and what were probably tights. She had on medium heeled shoes. Her hair was shoulder length and very curly, red and fine, like electrical wiring carrying light. Her face was gamine, but her cheeks were fat and sweet. She had a sprinkling of freckles and I had begun to wonder what her body might be like, revealed.
“Would you like to have a seat on the couch?” I invited her, gesturing to the leather.
“Okay,” she moved there and sat, abruptly. “What are you going to do?”
“Now that’s a reasonable question. Let me just explain what are the rules for you being here, okay?” I smiled at her as I sat down in my chair. Misty came and knelt on the floor beside me, putting her hand on my thigh and moving it to my encased penis. He was already fairly hard.
Trixie smiled uncertainly, “Rules?”
“What I mean,” I began, “ is that what happens between Misty and me is between us. We are husband and wife, and we are Daddy and little girl. Misty is here entirely by choice and always has been. She is of age, and she likes how it is between us. When I make love to my girl I will always hurt her. That is how we like it and that is what my Boy demands. And Misty will always give my Boy whatever He demands. Is that not so, little one?”
I stroked her golden hair while I made this speech. Misty looked up at me, “Yes My Daddy. I am here because I wish to be. I give you everything your Boy requires. But Boy is He a mean Boy or what!” She shook her head up and down at this.
“Yes, Trixie. My Boy, my Penis, is a very mean Boy indeed. He likes to see His misty girl crying and sobbing and He likes to rip her little holes open with as much cruelty as is possible. So,” I paused and looked at the girl who was beginning to tremble a little, “You do not have to play. You can just watch us and see how it is. What you cannot do is try to stop me. You cannot complain about my treatment of Misty. You are allowed to react, but you are not allowed to interfere in any way.”
“Daddy,” Misty tugged at my arm, “I think Trixie knows it is gonna be bad for me. She wants to see that and maybe have it bad for her too. But she thought she might just watch this time.” “Okay,” I nodded. Misty continued, “But I think that at the very least, as a present for my Daddy and His Boy that she should be naked and she should know that in this house she is a little girl and must act like a little girl.”
“Good idea, my daughter, my wife. Yes, Trixie, if you would stay and watch you should at least be naked.” My Cock was now hard as a rock. Something wonderful about having an audience of another little girl. I looked pointedly at Trixie. She smiled, tentatively and then stood up, “Okay,” she said. She pulled her shift over her head. Then she unbuttoned her shirt and shrugged it off. She had no bra on and needed none. Her breasts were nearly as non-existent as Misty’s. Little half -apples with pink nipples, sticking straight out with her youth.
She continued, pulling her panties down and over her shoes and socks. Her genitals were obviously freshly shaved, so I knew this episode was planned, discussed, and now she was seeing if she could go where her friend had gone. A pretty girl. And an aroused one. She looked like a thirteen year old redhead I had once known and would have liked to fuck. Maybe this time.
“Well, Misty girl, you have brought Daddy a prize, haven’t you?” I bent down and kissed the girl deeply, shoving my tngue into her mouth and pinching her nipple hard. “Oh Daddy, yes she is beautiful.” “She has all that red hair,” I bit Misty’s neck. “let’s make you red to match, at least your pussy.” “Okay my Daddy,” And Misty crawled n her hands and knees over to the armoire where we were keeping the toys. She got up, opened it and revealed the whips, crops, and other items of her torture. “What would Daddy like?” she asked, coyly. “Whippy crop, or willow switch. Your choice, Darling.”
She turned and looked at me, smiling. “Yes Daddy. The willow hurts the worst, and since I know that what your Boy wants is my pain, that is what I bring you.” She came to my chair and knelt at my feet, raising the willow up above her to offer it to me. “That’s a very good girl.” I rose, taking the switch. “Can I make you more comfortable my Daddy?” “Yes, Darling,” I whisked the switch through the air while the naked girl at my feet undid the clasp on my shorts, opening them and pulling them down. The other naked girl, Trixie, sat on the very edge of the couch, her mouth open, watching intently as Misty freed my throbbing Boy. He looked very angry today. His helmet was deep red and moist with my come. Misty kissed up his length and licked Him with her tongue. “I want to make Him really big, my Daddy!” She was like a puppy girl sometimes. She was almost bouncing in place.
I watched Trixie who clearly was moved by the sight of my penis. “What do you thinkTrixie, should we give my Misty what she wants?” “Oh yes,” she practically moaned, “Can He get bigger?”
Misty turned to her and said, “The more I get hurt the bigger Daddy’s Boy will be. I want Him to be HUGE!”
“Are you sure,” I reminded her she must agree totally. “Oh yes my Daddy. Please hurt me so very bad. Please make me cry hard and scream and beg you to stop. But, don’t stop Daddy. Don’t stop. Do it all. Everything! Make me bleed for your Boy.” Misty was starting to pant now. She scooted back on the carpeting and put her hands above her head and spread her legs as wide as she could. “Please Daddy, switch my pussy now!”
I stood over her, feeling my big Dick, throbby and thick with my fluids. I whisked the switch back and forth in my other hand. I looked over at Trixie who was unconsciously covering her pussy with her hands. I raised the switch up and ripped it down on Misty’s pussy. Her legs snapped together and she screamed, “OH DADDY!! Hurts me bad.” “Get em open, darling.” I murmured, the switch raised above my shoulder. It took her a few seconds, but she forced her legs apart. “Farther,” I ordered. Trixie was trembling on the couch and starting to stroke her labia open. She was wet. I could smell her, a little different than Misty. I whipped the branch down hard and sudden into Misty’s gulf, aiming for her clit, of course. She screamed again and her legs closed and she took her hands and started pushing them open again, slowly. “OH Daddy it is so bloody painful.”
“One more for now and then you get ripped open. Now spread,” and she pulled her legs up to her chest and opened her self to me. What a sweet girl. Her anus was exposed this way and I knew she was offering it to me. I stood over her and struck her open center, letting the tip of the switch land with extreme force on her lovely asshole. “AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!” and she curled into a foetal ball at that. I picked her up and put her over the chair I’d been sitting in and brought my boy to her pussy from behind and shoved Him up her, stroking her hard over and over again. I looked over at Trixie while this was going on and saw that she was rubbing her clit furiously, close to coming I thought. I slapped Misty’s butt and felt myself shooting in her tight young cunt. She started coming at that and she was hollering “Oh Daddy, coming Daddy!” and shaking.
Trixie made a funny sound, like a moan, but like a sigh. She was bucking up and down on the sofa. Good thing it is leather as there was a lot of fluid. I pulled out of Misty, suddenly and walked over to the couch. “What would you give the Boy?” I asked her, my penis suddenly in her face, still erect and still very angry. She licked her lips, they were full and wet looking. Her eyes were big as she looked at His desire. “Anything,” she murmurd. “Anything He wants.” “You know what He wants. Is that what you’ll give him?” She trembled and her hands went to her breasts. “Yes. Yes. Hurt me Daddy. I’m scared, but, please, hurt me.”
I pushed her back on the couch and drove my Boy up her wet pussy. It was tighter than Misty’s and it occurred to me she must not have much experience. I drove her hard, all over that couch, looking at Misty while I was doing it. She was sitting on the floor, stroking herself and smiling mysteriously. It seemed to me she was thinking about hurting Trixie. I knew we would both hurt the girl. I pulled out of her pussy and put my Boy to Trixie’s face. I rubbed Him across her cheeks.
I pulled back. “Next time I rub Him on your face it is going to be wet with your tears, my sweet little girl.” She kissed His tip and I pushed Him into her mouth. She clearly didn’t know what to do. I motioned Misty to come over. Time for some training.
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