by Olivia Fox
I led her to the hydraulic lift in the shop, having locked down the metal roll up doors from the inside earlier on.
“Right, kitten. Close your eyes.” I undressed her, and the knowledge she was naked and vulnerable in this place had her soon panting.
I went to the side drawer and pulled her surprise out of its velvet bag. It was fully charged.
“I bought you a present. Been thinking about this for a long time. Open your eyes.”
I had prepared the hydraulic car lift for her arrival so all of its arms were extended. Ever since I met her, I had been fantasizing about this. It was only three and a half feet high and was the single column, in-ground version so perfect for what I had in mind.
“Put your shin here, little girl.” She did as she was told so each shin rested on its own extended rear arm, and her forearms resting on the front arms. Perfect position for tying down, smacking, fucking and whatever the hell else I wanted.
Once she was fastened in place, I slapped her ass three times hard on each cheek, enough to leave red marks.
From behind I had a perfect view of her pulsing and dripping wet pussy. I couldn’t resist it. No mere mortal could.
I pushed two fingers inside her plump, weeping pussy lips, thrusting up against her G spot. As protection against the noise factor I had fastened a pink gag in her mouth that matched her collar and leash.
I revved up the Hitachi Magic Wand and started teasing her hard, protruding clit, alternating between slow, fast and vibration patterns. She bucked against the canvas strap restraints which held her down tight on the extension arms. “What does my kitty need to say to her daddy?”
Clearly, she understood and attempted a heartfelt and vociferous, “I’m sorry,” but it came out “M mmmmh mmh” due to the gag in her mouth.
I pinched her tight nipples for emphasis. “That’s right; you were a very bad girl. Don’t you ever go without answering Daddy’s texts!” With each word I delivered a solid spank for emphasis.
It was a tough decision with her there at my mercy for funishments, so I alternated between torturing her swollen jewel and shoving the vibrating wand inside of her cunt as a promise of my hard tool soon to come.
Enough teasing. My cock was ready to burst.
I unstrapped her and had her face me, pussy to the front. It was a special kind of torture this way, lifting her leg up over my shoulder to give me the best access and turning the wand to maximum speed against her juicy clit until she came so hard her whole body was covered in sweat.
I pulled back, not ready to quit punishing her yet. I put three fingers inside this time shoving up against her G spot and pressing down on her pleasure center with her vibrating toy until she screamed behind her gag.
“Are you ever going to leave Daddy again?”
“No” she tried to say but with the gag around her mouth it just came out a smear of words.
“I can’t hear you. You’re going to have to speak up for me, little girl.”
I got her down, fastened both wrists with a strap and placed them over the extension arm, which I raised with the lift so her arms were over her head.
Time to introduce her to yet another toy and see her writhe with pleasure. “Do you want to say barnacle yet?” She shook her head vehemently no.
I spun her slowly again so her rear end faced me, “Daddy got you something else to try out. If you don’t like it just say barnacle.”
It was a perfect site. Her luscious globes begged for more spankings and I began to smack her ass again. Between each biting smack, my hard cock rubbed against her thighs, occasionally brushing up against her quivering pussy.
“You are not allowed to cum until I tell you. Got that, baby girl!”
Chloe’s muffled moans grew louder, her breathing sped up, and her body began to shudder. I caressed her ass gently with my hands and whispered, “So gorgeous. Stunning.”
I slid my fingers across her dripping lips, using her own fluid as lubricant to probe her back passage, and, grabbed her tightly with the other arm, “Easy, baby girl. Daddy’s got you.”
As she panted with excitement, I asked again, “Barnacle, baby?” She shook her head no, and I fetched the bottle of Sliquid from the drawer, grabbing the small silver butt plug at the same time. I dripped the liquid onto her waiting ass, slowly and gently pushed the plug into her tight hole, knowing it would add to her pleasure while I fucked her.
“Good girl, take it all the way in, and Daddy will give you his cock as a reward.” She let out a long deep muted moan.
“Remember you are not allowed to cum until I tell you to, precious.” She was dripping wet.
My cock throbbed, and I fetched her wand again, using it to tease her clit while pushing in and out with the back-end toy. She may have had a gag in, but her screams were still loud. “You want to cum, baby doll? Is that what you want?”
She nodded her head enthusiastically yes.
“Are you ready for me to cum inside you?” She moaned a plaintive “yes” through the gag.
“Are you ready for Daddy’s big cock?” She moaned as if it was just what she had been waiting for. “I can’t hold back anymore, little girl. The sight of you tied up and squirming has my cock so hard. Are you ready for me?”
She nodded her head vehemently yes, and I spun her around so she was facing me.
“Perfect position.” I used my hard rod to give her a quick pleasure smack to her quivering pussy. I began to penetrate her, slowly at first, with just the head of my thick dick.
I began to slowly pound my hips against hers. My pulsating cock moved deep in her. I still held the handle so I could feel each thrust making the plug in her ass move in and out, doubling her pleasure.
Finally, I commanded “Cum for me, kitten! Cum for me now so I can cum with you!”
I felt the beginnings of a powerful orgasm start to wash over her. Her pussy tightened like a vice grip around me, and her body spasmed with pleasure. Even with the gag still in her mouth, the intensity of the orgasm caused her to moan incredibly loudly. Seeing her in the throes of intense pleasure sent me into a frenzy of pounding.
As her spent pussy loosened its grip, I thrust as deep into her as I could to cum. I groaned her name as I pumped and reached my own point of no return, unable to hold back, I arched my back and emptied myself inside of her.
“I love you, baby girl.”
“Mmm.”
I released her wrists and carried her to the chair. Both of us were still panting and sweating.
I gently removed the plug from her ass and took the gag from her mouth and then held her on my lap until both of us could think straight again.
I would do whatever it took to keep her.
“Who’s car is that?,” Chloe sashayed out to the sidewalk as I parked the fully restored, cream-colored Porsche 550 Spyder in front of her salon window. I loved seeing her grow more confident and sassy each day.
“It’s yours.”
“What do you mean, it’s mine? That thing has to be expensive.”
“Chloe, compared to you, the car doesn’t mean shit to me. I’m tired of seeing you drive that piece of crap of yours around. Not only is it an eyesore, it’s also a death trap. I want you to have something tight and classy. Like you.”
“I’m not classy,” she scuffed the toe of her Converse on the sidewalk.
“If only you could see yourself through my eyes, little girl. Stick with me long enough, it’ll happen.”
“It could take a long while for you to convince me I’m classy.”
“How’s forever sound? ’Cause I want you with me. Forever.” She sucked in her breath and stared up at me, “I know you’re the one I’ll love until the end, Chloe.”
“Oh, Daddy,” she sighed and leaped up at me, wrapping her legs around my waist. “My favorite place in the world is in your strong arms.”
I squeezed her tight for a few minutes, resting her sweet ass on the hood of her sweet new ride, and settled in between her legs, “Com
e on, let’s go take this thing for a spin before I let you spin on me.”
She giggled.
I felt like the hero of her heart. She had surrendered to my strengths in the bedroom and let me protect her. I protect what’s mine. She trusted me.
I would serve her, encourage her, and push her toward her darkest desires. I would deserve to be her Daddy Dom, every day, from now until eternity.
Chloe
Six Months Later
My hand shook as I pulled the black sweatshirt printed in pink “Daddy’s girl” over my head. I was wearing it with the black tulle skirt Jax bought me. I’d never been nervous to hang out with Sofie, Gracie, and Ariana, but today was different. Daddy and I were driving out to Sofie’s place near the Cape Mendocino to have a little hang (we four littles decided it sounded cooler than ‘play date’) with our Daddy Doms in attendance.
I pushed the top drawer shut after selecting a pair of thigh high stockings from the pile Jax had bought for me. He loved it when I wore them, and I loved the reaction I got when I did.
It felt like every day since moving in with Jax he spoiled me with one purchase or another, reassuring me he could afford it and it made him feel good to pamper me.
Jax decorated this room just for me, saying I needed a retreat of my own to read in when I wanted and where he could toss me on the bed and ravish me in an environment totally different from the bed we shared every night.
He surprised me by having the whole room decorated with cream-colored carpet and a huge chest of drawers, nightstand and bed set by Basset furniture. It was French provincial styling and a local artist had finished it in rose, silver, and harlequin paint detail.
My cheeks got hot as I remembered the last spanking he gave me in this room while wearing this very pair of stockings. Regular discipline or funishments occurred daily since moving in with Jax.
After the last Roxy incident almost caused our breakup, we decided to get professional help to deal with our past issues.
Mine were all about believing I was worth his love and getting past the betrayal of my first so-called love being stolen by my sister.
Jax had come to a few sessions with me to learn how to support my diagnosis and manage his own triggers if any more episodes of depression came my way.
So far, I hadn’t had any and my therapist said it was because I created a healthy boundary between Roxy and me. Enabling isn’t love. It helped lessen the guilt I felt thinking about Roxy in jail
Jax knocked on the bedroom door and came in. “Oh, kitten. I don’t know how I’ll keep my hands off of you at the party today.”
“Why should you have to, Daddy?”
“Did you put your panties on yet?”
“No, I didn’t pick them out.”
In two seconds Jax was at my side reaching his hand under my ruffly skirt to place his palm against my freshly waxed pussy.
“Yup. Just like velvet.” He used two fingers to slide up and down my folds. I placed my hand on top of his shoulders, barely able to reach them from where I stood.
“We’re going to be late.”
“I don’t think I’ll take very long at all. Judging from your state of wetness, you’re nearly there.” He scooped me up in his arms and laid me gently on the bed, then wrapped a hand around each ankle, spreading my legs wide.
I began to pant in anticipation of what he would do. There were so many possibilities, and I never knew quite what to expect from him, which made our lovemaking all the more exciting. Inevitably, he always left me satiated and spent.
He ran his hands all the way up my inner thighs and back down again. “These are so beautiful and soft, baby girl. Every part of you is perfect. How did I get so lucky?”
“I feel the same way. Sometimes I think this is just a dream I’m going to wake up from. I never knew life could be so good.”
“Let’s see if I can make you a believer,” he growled as he shoved my skirt up around my waist and bent his head down to lap at my folds. I raised my hips off the bed. He raised his head, “That’s right, little girl. Shove your pussy into Daddy’s mouth. Show me you want me.”
He continued to lick and suck at me and then began to focus on my pleasure spot. The sensation was so intense I began to thrash my head on the pillow, “Oh, Daddy. I don’t know if I can hold back. You’re going to make me come! Is this what you want?”
“Yes, baby girl, you need to come for Daddy.” He slid two fingers inside of me, rubbing his finger pads against my G spot and sucking and nibbling at my clit which made my body explode and shudder.
He took his fingers in his mouth to suck off my juices. “We don’t want to be late for the party now, do we? Let me pick out some panties for my baby girl.”
“But daddy, I want you inside of me.”
“My greedy little girl is just going to have to wait until after the party for Daddy’s big cock. Try not to think of it when you’re playing with your friends.” He went to my chest of drawers and pulled out one of his favorite pairs of panties, they were pink ruffly boy shorts with a bow in the back. Wearing them would make me feel sexy and keep my mind on whatever he had in store for me after the party.
And he knew it.
He liked to keep me waiting. Sometimes he would use the Hitachi wand on me, bringing me close to climax and then leave me hanging. He had done so just this weekend, and then took me to the Pinup Paradise Diner, whispering to me that my flushed cheeks and slightly mussed hair was giving him a huge hard-on.
He cared less about what people thought and fed me by hand whenever we went out.
Vanilla.
Dear God, someone had painted the air with heaven, and I needed it in my mouth.
“What’s that smell?” I asked.
“Vanilla cupcakes!” Sofie danced in the kitchen and pointed to a huge platter of the sumptuous cakes.
“Come grab a plate, Chloe. I put out our favorites: cupcakes, potato chips, tater tots with lots to dip in, cut veggies so we can pretend to eat them, gummies for you, plus all the cheese, salami, and crackers you want. Daddy’s going to BBQ later. Let’s go to my playroom until Gracie and Ariana get here.”
In her private room there were stickers, tiny note pads and gel pens.
“What’s all this for?”
“Well, you can just decorate and draw, or I thought it would be fun if we each created our own book of secrets to use as secret weapons against our daddies.”
“OMG.So naughty. I love it.”
“Yeah, so I collected some already and have them in my head. I can start, and they might help you think of a few tricks you have up your sleeve.”
Together, we created a list, written in gel sparkle scented ink, made magic with unicorn stickers:
1.Leave your naughty toys lined up in a row on Daddy’s pillow for when he comes home. He will either think you have been using them (punishments), or he will get so excited he will use them on you. Or both.
2.Massage coconut oil into every inch of your breasts every night. Keep it in your nightstand drawer and do it in front of Daddy.
“Oh my gosh, I just thought of something,” I said. “It’s really naughty, though! I read it in a book.”
3. Send him a selfie with your jaw open, holding a mouthful of milk. It looks like you know what, and he will go crazy to have you ASAP.
“This book of daddy secrets is the best idea ever! Wait until Gracie and Ariana come. They are gonna love it!”
“Love what?” Ariana said.
“Come over here, you gotta see this!” Sofie said in full brat mode.
“It’s genius,” I chimed in.
Gracie arrived, and we all spent the rest of the day talking about everything, sharing tons of tips and tricks with each other for exciting our daddies. The result would make sure our daddies and we got together plenty. That was the plan. These were my little soul mates.
There was a pounding on the door, and Jax came in. We simultaneously hid our secret weapons under the table, behind our back o
r under an object.
Subtle.
“What are you girls up to in here? It’s awfully quiet.”
“Nothing, Daddy. Just drawing. This is the best party ever,” I said.
“You’re not hiding anything from me are you, princess?”
“Nope. Nothing at all.”
I stood up and ran over to him, leaping in his arms and throwing my arms around his neck. As he spun me slowly around, I looked over at my four, smiling best friends seated on their bean bag chairs and winked, putting my finger over my lips to signal shhh.
Chloe Epilogue
Epilogue
One Year Later
The four of us friends were still sharing our own tips for daddy care and maintenance, as well ways to drive them crazy with lust. We met every week to dish, be girly together, and share sexy enticements for keeping the men in our lives under our little spells.
Texting new tricks to each other to keep our daddy’s appetites satiated was an ongoing past time. Each of us kept our own book of secrets under lock and key.
We had even gone to Bohemian Ecstasy one Friday to get some professional help with Daddy Dom tips.
I was hoping today, if I were bad on purpose, he would give me what I craved.
Punishment.
Praise.
Petting.
In that order.
The black, lace bralette from Bohemian Ecstasy with spaghetti straps had O-ring accents, a a multi-strappy garter belt which made it look my thighs were in bondage (in a good way), and with it I wore crotch less, fish net stockings.
With my palm overhead on the wall behind the bed, my back arched and bootie pushed back, time to snap a picture from behind. I took a look.
Not bad.
In the image, below a bountiful bum, my pretty pussy peeked out like the petals of an exotic flower. Even I could understand Jax’s desire to impale it with his cock 24/7.
His unceasing and constant devotion to that part of my body: nibbles, soft kisses, gentle pinches, plunging finger fucking, slapping, clamping - all had me convinced it was in fact delightful to the eye.