Daddy s*x Toy

The Spreader Bar

The next evening, Daddy was in a particularly patient and commanding mood.

After dinner, he led me to the bedroom and said softly, “Tonight we’re going to use the spreader bar again, babygirl. I want you completely open and helpless while I train you.”

My pulse quickened. I already knew how exposed and vulnerable the spreader bar made me feel.

“Undress and lie on the bed,” he instructed.

I removed my dress and lay on my back in the center of the large bed. Daddy fastened the soft leather cuffs around my ankles and attached them to the long black spreader bar. He slowly extended the bar until my legs were spread wide apart, my knees bent slightly, leaving my p***y and ass fully exposed and open for him.

He then cuffed my wrists and secured them to the headboard above my head.

I was now completely immobilized legs spread wide, arms stretched, body open and ready for whatever Daddy wanted to do.

He stood at the foot of the bed, admiring me for a long moment.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with desire. “My beautiful little toy, tied up and spread open just for Daddy. Every inch of you belongs to me.”

He picked up the wand vibrator and turned it on to a low setting. He pressed the soft head directly against my c**t and held it there.

I moaned immediately, my hips trying to move but held firmly in place by the spreader bar.

Daddy smiled. “You’re not allowed to come until I give permission. Tonight I want to see how long you can hold it while I play with you.”

He kept the wand steady on my c**t while his other hand teased my n*****s, pinching and rolling them until they were hard and sensitive.

The pleasure built quickly. I was already breathing heavily, trying to control myself.

“Daddy… it feels so good…” I whimpered.

“I know, babygirl. But you will wait.”

He increased the speed of the wand slightly.

My thighs trembled against the restraints. The constant vibration on my sensitive c**t was driving me crazy. I could feel my p***y getting wetter and wetter.

After several minutes, I was right on the edge.

“Please, Daddy… may I come?” I begged, voice shaking.

“Not yet,” he said calmly. He pulled the wand away for a few seconds, letting the orgasm fade, then pressed it back again.

He edged me like this five times bringing me right to the brink, then stopping or lowering the intensity until I was whimpering and begging.

By the sixth time, tears were forming in my eyes.

“Daddy, please… I can’t hold it anymore… please let your toy come…”

He finally smiled. “Good girl. You asked so nicely. Come for me now.”

He held the wand firmly against my c**t on the highest setting.

The orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. I screamed, my body jerking against the spreader bar as intense pleasure flooded every nerve. My p***y clenched hard, and I could feel myself gushing.

Daddy didn’t stop the wand. He kept it pressed against me, drawing out the orgasm until I was shaking and sobbing with overstimulation.

Only then did he turn it off.

He removed the spreader bar from my ankles but left my wrists tied to the headboard. He climbed between my spread legs and slowly pushed his thick c**k into my dripping p***y.

I moaned loudly as he filled me completely.

He f****d me with long, deep strokes, his eyes locked on mine.

“You’re becoming so good at holding your orgasms,” he praised. “My perfect little toy is learning control. I’m so proud of you.”

His pace gradually increased. He reached down and rubbed my oversensitive c**t while thrusting into me.

“Come again,” he commanded.

I came hard for the second time, crying out his name as my body convulsed around his c**k.

Daddy groaned and buried himself deep, filling me with hot, thick c*m.

After he pulled out, he gently uncuffed my wrists and pulled me into his arms, holding me close against his chest.

He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead tenderly.

“You did amazingly well tonight, babygirl,” he whispered. “Taking the spreader bar, the edging, and everything I gave you. You’re progressing so beautifully.”

I snuggled into him, exhausted but deeply happy from his praise.

“Thank you, Daddy… I love when you train me like this.”

He smiled and tightened his arms around me.

“Tomorrow we’ll try something even more challenging. I want to combine the spreader bar with the f*****g machine while I use your mouth at the same time. Would you like that?”

Even though I was tired, a fresh wave of arousal went through me.

“Yes, Daddy. I want to try it.”

He kissed the top of my head.

“My perfect little toy. Every day you make me prouder.”

As I drifted off to sleep in his warm, safe embrace, full of his c*m and wearing his collar, I felt completely content and owned.

This was my life now being Daddy’s cherished, trained, and deeply loved little toy.

And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.