Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  "My pet has earned her reward. Who would like to give it to her?"

  My body stills at Your words. I feel the chain connecting my nipple claps being tugged on and a loud moan is ripped from my scratchy throat. Again the cool liquid is drizzled over my burning flesh. I instinctively squirm trying to get the cool liquid to coat all of my stinging flesh. The hands return, their touch is much more than gentle this time. The carefully massage the tingly liquid into my skin. Soft and low moans pour from my lips. My body sings with pleasure and pain. The fingers... oh those damn fingers find my soaking sex and pinch my clit. I whimper, fighting hard to obey Your command and waiting for Your permission. The fingers continue to torment my treasures, bringing me to the edge only to stop shy of an orgasm... over and over again. Just as I feel that I cannot control the animal inside, the fingers stop.

  "Very good, Mine. Can you handle much more? Can you continue to dance on the blade of pleasure and pain?"

  I pause just for a moment before softly whispering, "I am willing to be pushed beyond my previous limits, Master."

  "Good girl."

  There are those fingers again, twisting and tugging on my nipples. The pressure of the claps, the pain of them being pinched for so long is fogging my mind. The twin silver clamps are released at the same time causing blood to rush into the tender nubs. A guttural scream is torn from my throat and I fight to stay conscious. Those fingers trail over my abdomen, across my thighs, and abruptly leave my aching body. A small whimper is the only form of protest that I can muster.

  You lean Your head near my ear and softly whisper, "One more thing, Mine. Hold on for one more moment."

  I nod my head, which feels incredibly light to me and my body slightly shivers. All I can feel is how alive I have become under Your touch. A soft moan is pulled out of me as those torturous fingers return to my sex. Soft, teasing touches turn slightly rough, pinching and pulling on my clit. I feel something cold at the entrance of my sex and flinch. The cool object is slowly slipped inside of my honey-soaked sex. One torturous inch after another. I moan loudly as the object is thrust in as deep as it can go. As I am being impaled, the fingers are still tormenting my clit. I strain in my bonds and feel the animal just under the surface.

  "Hold on just for a bit longer, Mine. Fight and fight hard. Ride the edge, Mine. Just breathe."

  The pleasure is over whelming, I clench my jaw and fight the urge to topple over the edge.

  "Master..." I growl out between clenched teeth. I am so close... My body is alive with pleasure. My breath is coming out in shallow pants and I whimper.

  "Cum, Mine, Cum hard... Cum if you can."

  Just as You give me permission my arms and neck are released and my body is lifted to my knees. The fingers that had been working my clit, increase their speed and then abruptly slow down. The cool dildo-like object is slowly thrust in and out of my weeping sex. Just as I start to cool down, the fingers resume their maddening pace, dancing across my sensitive nub.

  "Cum NOW, Mine!" You growl in my ear.

  The sound of Your voice, the fingers on my clit and the dildo thrusting in and out of me is more than I can stand. My inner animal breaks free, clawing her way to the surface. My body arches backwards, my head falls back as my orgasm starts to wash over my body. My screams echo through the room, as they are torn from my raw throat. I am driven hard and higher than I have ever thought possible. My body is tingling, every muscle is taunt and my head is swimming. Just as I feel as if I cannot take much more, a swift smack from the cane sends me higher. Sweat drips from y body, honey drips from my spasming sex, my breathing has become erratic.

  You growl into my ear, "Ready, Mine?"

  Your voice is barely heard, Your words barely register, yet I nod my head in response. The hands that hold my body upright, grip me a bit tighter; my orgasm keeping my mind in a slight haze, all I can feel is pleasure. Another swat from the cane peeks me riding the edge of pleasure and pain. Just as I feel as I am about to explode, a white hot pain forces it's way into my hazy mind. My right hip feels as if it has been set on fire. A painful scream is ripped from my body just as my world slips away and I am enveloped into pitch black...

  As I float back down into my body, I am aware of fingers stroking my cheek and coldness on my right hip. I gasp and try to flinch away from the coldness. My eyes are still covered by Your black silk tie.

  "Are you awake, Mine?"

  I quickly nod my head and stretch gently. My bare skin brushes against soft furs, my cheek rests upon a soft pillow, and my toes curl in the soft furs piled up at my feet.

  "Can you stand, Mine?"

  Again, I quickly nod my head and slip gracefully into my kneel, before raising myself to my feet. Before I am commanded, I change my stance from just standing to display. My wrists are lightly crossed against the back of my neck, my shoulders are slightly pulled back, my head is held high and my feet are shoulder width apart.

  "Close your eyes, Mine, and keep them closed until I command otherwise."

  You deftly untie Your tie from around my eyes and quickly remove the fabric. Your hand brushes against my cheek, trailing down my throat and captures a tender nipple. My lips part as a soft moan escapes me. You chuckle at my response to Your slight touch. You trail You hand down my abdomen until You turn me and roughly pull me against Your hard frame. You wrap You arm around my waist, dip You head and nip my ear.

  "Open your eyes, Mine."

  I slowly lift my lashes and discover a full length mirror before us. My eyes slowly trail up over my body in the mirror. My shoes been removed, my skin has a light pink glow, Your tanned arm is about my waist, my nipples are a deep, rosy pink, my slender neck is encased in Your leather collar with a medallion baring my name on it. I lift my lashes further. I almost do not recognize the woman staring back at me. My eyes are wide and bright with fake jeweled lashes adorning their brilliant green orbs. My cheeks are flushed with a rosy glow. My lips are a deep pin, a small tear slips from my eye. You quickly whisk it away with Your fingertip.

  "You, now, see yourself as I do. You are beautiful, Mine. And you have earned every reward that I have given you."

  You chuckle as You watch me piece it all together. Every stroke against my sex, every thrust from the dildo, every sensation that was given to me, was by Your hands.

  "Yes, Mine. Those were your Master's hands teasing His property. How do you think that another could know your body, your responses, and know just when to stop? But you have yet to see your true reward."

  With that being said, You pull my left hip toward You and turn my right hip to the mirror. You lift Your hand, removing the ice pack to reveal an angry red burn. I look closely at the burn and realize that I have been branded. I instinctively drop to my knees, lowering my lips to toe soft leather of Your boots.

  "Thank You, Master."

  You drop to Your knees before me, placing a finger under my chin and bring my face to Yours. You kiss me deeply, passionately. I whimper as You break the kiss, nipping my lower lip.

  "You are truly Mine. You belong to me. You are Mine and Mine alone."

  I drop my lashes and blush. The lights flicker briefly. You bring Yourself to Your feet and motion that I am to follow You. I drop down to my hands and crawl quickly behind You. When You stop I kneel just slightly behind and off to the left side of You.

  "When the curtain rises, Mine, you are to Karta and follow My lead."

  "Yes, Master."

  The lights flicker again and the curtains are smoothly drawn up and away. I gracefully Karta, I cross my ankles, slide my palms across the cool wooden floor. My body is pillowed by my bare breasts and I turn my head to the left, resting my cheek on the floor as my hands slide across the floor, above my head, fingertips barely touching. The thunderous applause startles me and a small smile creeps across my lips.

  "Kneel up, Mine.

  The applause becomes deafening. My lashes drop on their own accord and I blush furiously. From the response, I can only assume th
at I had made my Master proud and my blush deepens.

  "Stand, turn around and display, Mine.

  I do as I am instructed. Your fingers trail across my arm, from elbow to wrist where You click a padlock closed, holding my wrists in place.

  "Thos who would like to come and admire her lashings may, Please do not touch, pinch or flick her welts. Refrain from further exciting My property."

  I close my eyes as I hear the shuffle of feet behind me. I hear both men and women murmur their appreciation of each of the welts; their varying shades of pink to almost blood red. I stand in display for as long as it pleased my Master. Silent tears roll down my cheeks. A soft kiss upon my brand brings me back to the stage. I gasp at the boldness of the person and hold my breath. I open my eyes and look down to my lower right to find that Rhianna had pressed the kiss to Your mark. She stands and leans up to whisper something in Your ear. I can see Your eyes twinkle, a smile form on Your lips and You nod Your head in agreement to what ever she had whispered.

  Rhianna turns and faces me. Her soft hands reach up and wipe the tears from my cheeks. She leans up and kisses away a tear as it slips from my eye. She strokes my cheeks before cupping one of them and drawing my lips to hers. She kisses me softly, gently probing my lips with the tip of her tongue. I reluctantly part my lips and tentatively probe her mouth with my tongue. I can feel myself blush as our kiss deepens. Rhianna pulls back, breaking the kiss and blushes herself. She stands back on the tip of her toes and boldly kisses Your cheek before she leaves the stage. After everyone that wanted to admire Your property has left the stage, You take me back to the room that I was prepped in. I smile shyly at Rhianna, who is obviously waiting for our arrival.

  "Rhianna, I want My property ready to go in twenty minutes."

  " I will see that she is ready to go," Rhianna softly whispers.

  Rhianna had collected everything that was discarded from the show and had it neatly on a low table. She slowly walks around me, taking in the damage that had been done. Surveying what she can do in twenty minutes.

  "Little one, I am not going to have you sit when I am getting you ready. Nor will I have you kneel. When I am finished, you will simply clasp your wrists behind your neck and lower your head."

  "Thank you, Rhianna. I am grateful for your kindness."

  Rhianna quickly and gently gives me an impromptu bath, careful of the fresh brand, she quickly massages some oil into my lashed ass. She deftly applies some burn cream into my hip. She pats my left leg, indicating that I should lift it as she quickly laces up the ribbons as I slide my foot into the cool leather of my shoe. She repeats the same process for my right foot. She takes the small bag that had held the nipple clamps, adds the black silk tie, the black fabric gag and tucks the draw strings into my hands. She lifts the blue velvet cloak back over my shoulders , tying it at my throat and quickly applies a think coat of strawberry gloss to my lips. I hear Your footsteps approach the door, I quickly place my writs at the base of my neck and drop my chin just as the door opens. You cover the distance between us in a couple of quick strides, lift my chin and hook the leash to my collar.

  "Thank you for your services tonight, Rhianna."

  You turn on Your heel and walk across the floor tugging me behind You. You lead me down the hall and take me over to the bar. You buy me an orange juice and request a straw. When my drink arrives, You produce a bottle of pills, open it and shake one out into the palm of Your hand. I start to protest as You bring Your palm to my lips.

  "It's okay, Mine. It's only a six hundred milligram ibuprofen. You will still feel your lashes and My mark upon your hip. This will make the ride home a bit more bearable."

  I nod my head, gently lick the pill from the palm of Your hand and sip the orange juice to wash it down. I finish my juice and quietly thank the bartender. You tug on my leash indicating that it's time to go. Just at the club door, You stop. You take my hands from behind my neck and lock them together in front of me. You take the bag from my hand, open it and retrieve the fabric contents. You place Your black silk tie around my eyes and secure it at the back of my head. You tap me on the end of my nose, indicating that I should open my mouth. I feel the fabric gag being slipped between my lips and teeth. You quickly tie that around my head as well. I feel the hood being pulled back over my head. I feel the cool night air upon my face as the club door is opened. My leash is tugged once again, leading me forward. My heels click across the pavement once again as I am lead to the car. The door is opened and I am helped into the cool seat. You quickly take Your place in the driver's seat, click Your seatbelt and quickly click my own. The engine starts, soft music fills the cab of the car and You set the car in motion. The drive home seems a lot shorter than the drive to the club. I soft sigh escapes my lips as the car is pulled into the driveway and the engine is shut off. You click each of our seatbelts free and exit the car. You come over, open my door, taking my bound hands and leash, and lead me to the steps. A tug up on the leash indicates the steps. I carefully make my way up the steps and across the porch. You tug me into the house, I stand just inside of the entrance and stay still as You strip away the cloak and unlock my hands. I instinctively drop down to my knees. In a blink of an eye, the blindfold and gag are removed.

  "It is time, Mine. To bed with You."

  I nod my head and crawl my way from the living room, through the kitchen and stop at the closed door to the bedroom. You reach out and turn the knob and motion me to continue into the bedroom. As soon as the door is opened, I notice that there is something different. The room is lit with a soft glow. I kneel up at the foot of the bed and lift my chin. A soft gasp escapes my lips as I see Rhianna bound naked and spread eagle on the bed. I lift my gaze to Yours and blush.

  "Up, Mine."

  I don't hesitate an instant and am up on the bed beside Rhianna. You do not join us but instead take a seat in a comfortable chair and nod Your head as a soft smile forms upon Your lips...

  "You have earned your reward, Mine..."

  The End.

  WOW Can She Ever Fuck

  I'm Mike, a 32 year old half owner of an auto shop that specializes in customizing cars to make them more stylish or more mechanically capable of at least holding their own in a one-on-one street race. It's quite a large shop and I must say we are doing very well in spite of the slow-down in the economy.

  It was a Monday morning and I was working on a 64 Mustang on which we were doing a complete restyling job as well as major work on the engine. The doors to the shop and office were closed and locked when I heard an awful banging on the office door. I put down the tools and went out to see what was making all of the racquet before whatever or whoever it was was going to knock down the door.

  I recognized the gal who was on the other side of the glass door as one who lived in the apartment house down on the next block. She was about my age and on the pretty side but sweat was pouring down her face. I opened the door and none too kindly asked what the hell she was doing and did she have a plan to demolish the door.

  She was out of breath and I could see a car at the side of the road a block away and from the way she was sweating it was obvious she hadn't got any help in pushing it there. She had seen the light on our shop shining through the small side windows and had hoped she could attract a mechanic to come and take a look at the car.

  I made a decision right then and there to paint the side windows of the shop black in order to avoid shit like this in the future.

  One look at her and I made the decision right then that if I stepped one foot towards her disabled car I was also going to spend a ton of time trying to get into her pants. She was pretty enough and from all I could see had a decent enough body to make the effort worthwhile.

  "I'm awful sorry to bother you but I really am in a jam. I was on my way to a job interview and I really need the job and my car crapped out on me. I have been out of work for a couple of months and my rent will be due in a few weeks and I'm broke. Oh by the way my name is Marie." WOW, s
he said all of that in one breath!!

  "Hi Marie, I'm Mike and where do you need to get to to apply for the job?"

  "Their office is only a couple of miles down the street but I'll never make the appointment if I have to walk."

  "Go around the back of the building and you'll see a white pick-up truck with our shop's name on the side. Here are the keys and you can take it down to the appointment. I'll look at your car while you are gone."

  Her mouth dropped open in astonishment that I would do something so nice. She might not have realized that it was my first step in getting into her pants.

  I used the tow truck to bring her car to the shop and almost before I tried to start the engine I could see it was a piece of crap and was probably not going to be worthwhile fixing. Sure enough when I lifted the hood I could see that a piston had crashed through the side of the engine block and this gem was ready for the scrap yard. I maneuvered them both into parking spots in the rear yard and unhooked the junker from the tow truck and parked them both.

  An hour or so later she was back with a huge smile on her face.

  "Mike, Mike, I got the job. What did you find wrong with my car?"

  "Well Marie, that news about the job is fantastic but the news about your car isn't so nice. It would cost three times as much to fix it as the junker is worth. I'm afraid you'll have to scrap it and replace it."