Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  The strokes stopped, I heard him breathing behind me. The belt tip drawing circles on the concrete floor. He walked up to me, placed his chin on my shoulder and whispered, his breath brushing strands of my hair over my cheek and ears. I felt the restraints at my ankles give some slack, but I didn't move my feet.

  "I will give you a minute to think about what, exactly, your situation is." He walked away. I heard another metal clang open and shut. His footsteps vanished.

  I dropped my head and my body sagged against the restraints. My back and ass still tingled. To my surprise, my panties were soaking wet, and my nipples were straining to poke through my thin bra.

  It was deathly silent now. No other breathing, no footsteps, I hardly dared to make a sound. He really had left me alone here. I pulled at the restraints, how well could they have been tied on? I pulled with all my might, but after a few minutes I had to give up, it was pointless. I had only hurt my wrists by straining, probably rubbed red by now. I sagged down again.

  I had once read about torture. It had been a mild fascination at university. One philosopher had described it as "the two-way battle of attrition that fully revealed a person in their nakedness. The torturer, a beast of voraciousness and devilry. The tortured, a beast of servility and sycophancy. And how easy it is for the roles to be reversed despite mutual revulsion!" I shook my head at the blackness. He wasn't a beast, he wasn't the devil. We had been together for so long. I knew he was the dominant type, and I liked that. I just couldn't believe that this had been lurking inside him for so long.

  "What is this?" He suddenly growled right at my ear. I recoiled in terror, but the straps kept me put. "Stand up straight!" I hadn't heard him move or the door open again. I stood up as straight as I could, bringing my legs together, taking up all the slack that was given. My heart hammered in my chest and my legs were shaking with fright. He started circling me again. God, please not the belt again! It still tingles...

  "What are you?" He asked. The question caught me by surprise. My mouth open and shut a few times before I answered.

  "I am powerless, sir." I said. He stopped circling. I don't think he was expecting that answer.

  "Good." He sighed, and continued pacing, "I will generously overlook your tardy posture in lieu of your...enlightenment. Now, open your legs." He had hardly finished speaking as I felt the ankle restraints pulling in the slack, forcing my legs apart.

  "Th-thank you, sir." His fingers caressed down my back, running up and with the lightest of touch. Against the red flesh it felt so soothing, I gave a tiny gasp of pleasure. I had been in such anticipation for the pain that the gentleness really was a surprise. I realised that it was only one hand that was touching me. He was still holding something. The belt again? I didn't feel so afraid now. It wasn't that bad, really, I assured myself. There was just a little sting, and then the tingling. His fingers stroked my waist, my hips, and ran slowly over my butt. Goosebumps rose on my skin.

  He broke contact with me and continued walking around me, in the opposite direction. Crap, was it the opposite direction? I had lost my orientation for a moment. I shook my head to clear it. It didn't help.

  "Do you know what the powerless are, to the powerful?" He asked, stopping in front of me. I had to think for a second.

  "Toys, sir?" I guessed again, if I was wrong, I would be belted. If I was right...what? The gamble made my pulse thump.

  "Toys! Ha! Toys, yes. You are toys. Slaves might be a better description, but toys will be fine, my pet." I sighed in relief. My muscles, that I hadn't realised were tensed, relaxed. He stepped close to me, suddenly I felt a cold piece of metal on my shoulder. Was that a knife? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! My tired muscles flexed again, trying to get away, but completely failing. "Hold still." His whisper was as cold as ice.

  The blade slipped under my bra strap, and cut it apart. He did the same on my other shoulder. He reached behind me and unclasped it; the bra fell to the floor. My breasts were heaving from the panic. Was he crazy?

  "Open your mouth." He ordered. I did as I was told, and he placed two fingers on my tongue. "Suck them. Show me how much you like to suck and guzzle." I sucked on his fingers, stroking my tongue along their side. I lunged down on them, taking them as deep as I could, and held it there for a second. As I pulled back up I ran the very tip of my tongue along their underside. I pulled my head back until they were out my mouth, and I danced the blade of my tongue on the tips of his fingers. I licked the shaft of his fingers again before stuffing them back down my mouth with an eager moan. I had to please him. I would be punished otherwise.

  He pulled his fingers out. I tried to reach out for them with my mouth, pleading for more. He ever so lightly ran his fingers down my throat, between my breasts, down my stomach, over my navel and down to my soaking panties. With his other hand he gripped the top of them, and tore them off with a sharp yank.

  His wet fingers glided over my wet cunt, and slowly stroked the top of the labia. My hips shuddered and surged forwards, begging for more, but he cruelly kept just ahead of my hips. He was slow and patient, painfully patient. He came forwards and brushed his lips against mine. I didn't know if I was allowed to kiss him. I didn't risk trying. He touched our noses together, and at last he slipped his fingers into my waiting cunt. He stroked up and down, generously penetrating a little deeper with every stroke. He twisted his fingers inside of me, finding new, primed and sensitive flesh to stroke. I moaned as I felt the waves of pleasure spread upwards from my crotch.

  He curled his fingers in a come-hither motion, petting my g-spot.

  "Oh, fuck..." I breathed as it throbbed with pleasure. My toes curling with pleasure at my reward for obedience. He pulled his fingers out of my cunt, "No, please sir, more." I implored. I felt a tug at my leash as he pulled my head downwards, as he did so the arm restraints gave some slack, tightening again as my torso hung parallel to the ground.

  "Don't you dare bend your knees!" He barked. My knees immediately straightened, my hamstrings stretched. The leash had been attached to something, so I couldn't straighten my body again. But my weight was supported by the wrist straps. It almost felt like I was floating. He quickly moved behind me, and ran the length of his finger along the length of my cunt, and wagged it swiftly from side to side, the tip of his forefinger stroking at my clit.

  After a few minutes of it I couldn't contain myself. "Aah!" I wailed as the pleasure washed over my entire body, every neuron on fire. Nobody had ever done that to me before. I had to take deep swallowing breaths between my wails. My knees buckled in.

  "No!" His left hand spanked my stretched out ass hard, I whimpered at the pain, "Straighten your legs!" I barely managed to comply, "And you had better ask permission before you cum!"

  "Yes sir!" I managed, "Please sir, can I cum sir!"

  "No, not yet." He increased his tempo, I had to grit my teeth and groan, my hands clenched and unclenched as I tried to keep control of myself. I was either going to cum or piss myself, either way I was seconds away from release.

  "Please sir! Master, I beg you!" I cried.

  "Count down from ten." He ordered.

  "Ten...nine...eight, seven, six five-four-three-"

  "No! No orgasm for you." He pulled his hand away.

  "What? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck you! I want to cum! God damn it!" I screamed, my knees gave way and collapsed down, head hanging, cunt throbbing, screaming for the last few seconds it needed.

  He walked around to my front. I heard his zip being pulled down. His engorged cock flumped out, batting against my left cheek. Despite myself, I managed to wait for his command. He didn't immediately order it. First he knelt down in front of me. I heard the rattling of sticks. I was at first confused, but as the first clothespins pinched at my tit my attention was fully focused.

  "Christ that hurts!" I said with ragged breathed. He added another, and another, they kept coming. I rolled my head, "Please, stop."

  "Breathe, focus on your breath. It's not that bad. Once you let the initial pai
n subside it's actually pleasant." I believed him, and did what he said. What else could I do? I was powerless. He snapped on another peg, right on the areola. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Another, right on the nipple. "Don't try and resist the pain. Never resist pain, or coldness, or wetness. Accept it. Let the sensation pass through you and let it become no more than a background noise." He said. He stood up.

  "I want a blowjob. Suck it." He growled. I wanted to say no, to spite him for robbing me of the orgasm. But he had been right. I am powerless. If I refused him he would just belt me or worse, and I'd be even farther from release. "Suck it like you sucked my fingers you little fuck pig."

  I raised my head and spat on his dick to wet it. I ran my tongue along its underside several times, tickling it's nib with my tongue, pausing at the balls to lick, nip and suck on them. As I ran the cock down my mouth and into my throat I could feel my juices running down my inner thighs. Massaging his dick with my tongue I could feel the throbbing veiny texture. I began a steady rhythm as I sucked and slurped. The clothespins, easily more than two dozen of them, clacked as my tits jiggled with my motion, I realised I could hardly feel the pain. It was just a hiss, a strangely pleasurable tingling and stinging.

  "Come on, faster." He slapped my cheek. I tried to go faster, but as I did my tits jiggled more and that reawakened the pain. I slowed again. "Fuck." He muttered, grabbing the both sides of my head by the hair, and started fuck my mouth. I gagged at the force and depth. He's fucking my face, I can't do anything! My arms strained weakly at the straps, his grip on my hair was too tight. I squeezed my blindfolded eyes tightly shut, and felt a tear escape. The sensation of panic rose in the pit of my stomach. I'm choking I'm choking I'm choking-

  He pulled out at the very last second that I felt I could withstand. I spat out the pre-cum, coughing and gasping at the same time. He grabbed the back of my hair, angling my head up. He spat on my face. I flinched.

  "I'm not punishing you," He said in an almost soothing voice, "I'm torturing you, for my own pleasure."

  "Yes sir." I said as I managed to get my breath back. He knelt down again and began to unclip the clothespins. The warm sensation that spread from the pinched skin was euphoric. As more came off, it felt like all my breasts were being massaged in warm water. Two pins left, one on the areola. He just yanked it off. I yelped out in pain.

  "Oops." He sniggered as he unclipped the last one. I didn't say anything, I couldn't. I wasn't allowed. I just gave a smile to the blackness. The leash was released and I could finally raise my head. "Stand up." He ordered as he gave a light kick to my ribs. On wavering legs I managed to stand up again. As I did so, the wrist straps took up their slack, keeping me spread-eagled, but the ankle straps slackened. Cautiously I brought my legs tightly together.

  "Please sir, have pity." I whimpered. My legs, back and shoulders were tired from the stress position he had me in and my throat burnt. My skin was slick with cooling sweat. But he had proven he can be generous, my tits were still glowing in the euphoric aftermath of the clothespins, and my cunt was still warm and eager.

  "You are still resisting." He said, starting to walk around me again, "Surrender yourself to me, and you won't have to be punished again. Tortured occasionally, but not punished."

  "I surrender, really I do!" I entreated.

  "It's not something you say, or physically do. Submission is an entirely internal process. You will know when it happens, as will I. Three lashings for improper address." He stated. At first I was relieved it was only three. But when I heard the sharp whistle of cane cutting the air I knew this would be worse. The hot streak of pain across my ass burnt like a branding iron. I gave a short scream, but quickly controlled it. I knew he would punish me more severely if I didn't. A few seconds later the second landed, and then the third. They had hit with perfect precision on the same line across my ass. I sagged against the restraints.

  "Stand up straight unless you want another three." I quickly returned to attention despite blazing heat across my ass. There would be bruises forming there. I could already imagine the purple welts rising. "Now, take a minute to think about what I've said." His footsteps receded again, followed by the same door opening and clanging shut.

  "Sir, thank you sir."

  I stood at attention, my aching shoulders keeping my arms up and straight. I hadn't realised how stiff, sore and tired they had been from holding this position, but I didn't dare move. Not an inch. No thoughts of philosophy crossed my mind during this second reprieve. Discomforts started to re-enter my awareness; the heat of the sun as it still beat down from the skylight, my wrists that had been rubbed raw, the bits of stone that stuck to my knees and shins from sweat, and more started to drip from my fringe as the sun coasted along the sky.

  It might have been an hour, it might have been ten minutes, I had lost all sense of time and direction in my gallery of darkness, but the metal door clanged open, and I heard his footsteps approach me.

  "You have done...acceptably this time." He said, walking up to face me.

  "This time, sir? How many times will there be?"

  "As many as is necessary." I felt the straps around my ankles tightening again, pulling me fully spread-eagled. "But we are not done yet. I think you should be properly rewarded at the end of your first lesson. Keep you panting for more."

  "Yes, please master." I begged.

  "I am, however, tired of your blundering tongue. Here." A perforated rubber ball is squeezed into my mouth. Two straps hanging from its sides were wrapped around my head and buckled together. I could breathe easily through the holes, but I couldn't move my mouth or make much noise.

  He ran his hands over my breasts, rekindling their warm glow. They caressed my hips and went around to my ass. I would have screamed if I could: Suddenly a second pair of hands ran over my stiff shoulders. They pressed the flat of their thumbs into my muscle, stabbing a moment's sharp pain into them, and I felt their pain pass a little. His hands stroked at my calves and thighs as the stranger rubbed at my back, shoulder and neck. The stranger's tongue licked at the nape of my neck.

  At first I was revolted, then I realised I had no idea which was his and which was the stranger. They were the same size, strength and texture. It was a fantasy that there were two of him, but I was blindfolded. I could resist their efforts, and suffer, or accept, let it pass through me and submit to the pleasures these two men were going to give me, pleasures that I had earned.

  I managed to relax myself physically, and mentally accept. Everything that happened here was my masters will. Obey.

  The stranger ran his hands from behind me, wrapping me in his arms and massaging my breasts. The other was kneeling, licking eagerly at my thighs, slowly making his way up to my moistening cunt. The stranger ran his hands over my breasts, back and shoulders, tussling my hair, and licking up my shoulder and neck, up to my earlobe. He bit softly and gently pulled at it. I moaned my approval.

  The other was playing with my swelling cunt, stroking and picking at my labia, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my tired body. I let my stiff arms sag down, but still stayed upright as the stranger worked his way down to the small of my back. Something cold, round and metallic touched my spine, it sent an exciting chill through me. It slowly ran up and down, warming to my body that was burning like an incinerator. The other inserted two lubricated fingers up my cunt, thrusting and twisting at a steady tempo. The stranger fingered at my anus, slowly inserting a single finger that circled and probed. The rounded object still playing on the small of my back. It must be a dildo! I squirmed with delight.

  My knees shook with the pleasure of it. They both withdrew, and reinserted with an extra finger. They took their time, making sure each orifice was properly dilated before returning with yet another finger. Then came the familiar buzz of a vibrator. I could imagine it. Six or seven inches or glistening, lubbed, vibrating pleasure. A second buzz came from just behind me. It poked at my ass, coaxing past all resistance and entered deep into me. The oth
er teased me for a second, brushing it against my labia and clit, rubbing it up and down before settling it in place.

  I rode my hips back and forth with their rhythm as they fucked me with the vibrators. I groaned and bit into the ball gag. I wanted to tell them how much I loved it, how much I wanted to be fucked like a bitch in heat. Sweat sprang out across my body as their tempo increased. I felt my juices running as my body heated up even more.

  I started sucking in air so hard my nostrils flared with every breath. They withdrew the vibrators. I moaned in frustration. Don't deny me again! I groaned, opening my hips for them, trying to implore them to continue with the rocking of my hips.

  The stranger entered me first, from behind. His throbbing penis warm, lubricated and welcome as it slid into my ass. The other waited for a few moments, leaving the stranger to fuck me first. The other must be Him. He would be enjoying the spectacle, a stranger off the street or even an old friend fucking his woman. Watching as I writhed in pleasure and ecstasy on the meat of another man, simply because He desired it to be so. And I would enjoy both being pleasured, and pleasuring Him. He cupped my breasts, massaging them in circles, lightly pinching and twisting my nipples.

  Drool leaked out of my mouth around the ball. Sweat was knocked free of my shining skin as the stranger started to fuck me harder in the ass. I had given up any pretence of standing straight. My muscles were completely annihilated. I was their limp plaything. My body hung down at an angle from the restraints. I felt my hair bouncing up and down, forwards and backwards at the force of the stranger's ramming. At last He slid his hands from my breasts on to my shoulders, signalling the stranger to stop momentarily. I was gasping as hard as I could through the gag and my nose. He slid His cock up my vagina, I squealed with joy as the primed flesh welcomed the sensation with a flood of joy. The stranger reached around my hip and placed his fingers on my clit. As they started to rock in time, he rubbed at it.