Memoirs of a Submissive *18+*

Chapter 2: Alone with my Fantasy Daddy

After dinner and he left for work for the night, I put the dogs up as I wanted to have just an hour or so to myself. I had stripped down into nothing but a pair of cotton panties. My n*****s hard with anticipation of what was going to happen in just a few moments. I grabbed my collar and n****e clamps purring with enjoyment as I sat down on the bed. Wrapping the collar around my neck I mewed with pleasure as I clamped one of my n*****s. Biting my lower lip, I clamped the second n****e. Letting out a soft sigh I laid on my back looking up at the ceiling as I traced my fingers down my stomach to the rim of the soft panties. “Daddy…please..” I whispered, whimpering as I slipped my fingers under the cotton. Feeling my lips already soaked with my wetness, my finger met my c**t and I started grinding against my touch.

I closed my eyes, “Hi little girl…” Daddy leaned his head down next to my ear, “Is my little girl soaked through her panties?” I whimpered, nodding my head, “Yes Daddy, I want to c*m so bad.” He chuckled, proceeding to growl deep in my ear as he smacked my breasts, hard. Thwap! I gasped arching my back causing my finger to stroke my c**t. He smirked, tugging on the n****e clamps looking into my eyes as he pulled a little harder. The pain and pleasure mixed making my warm juices seep past my lips and onto my fingers. I bit my lip gazing up at him, waiting…wanting…

Thwap! Another smack on my breasts, a red line starts to appear. I cried out before feeling a warm tongue on my n*****s. “Oh, sweet girl, look at your n*****s. They got harder with that last hit.” He groaned, wrapping his mouth around one of the little buds and the clamp just licking and flicking. I whimpered, squirming beneath him trying to keep my fingers that are still in my panties still. He grabbed my thighs with his strong hands, holding me down before releasing my n****e with a “pop” sound. “Squirmy little girls will not get a present. You must behave and be still.” He looked at me with his eyebrow arched, speaking in a demanding tone. I whimpered, “But Daddy… please… I want you...” I grinded against my finger again before removing my fingers from my panties and sucking on them. He starred, something flashed in his eyes. I knew I either did a big No-No or I pushed him to his limit and he is going to take what he wants. Either way, I knew I was going to have those hands all over me. He wrapped his hand around my throat, lifting me off the bed and inches from my lips, “Did I say you could taste your p***y before me?” I stared at his lips and then back to his eyes before whispering, “No, sir.”

“Want to say that louder?” He stated in his deep voice.

Gulping, “No, Sir. You did not tell me I could lick p-p***y juices off my fingers.”

He nodded, flipping me over and releasing my neck. “All fours. Now.” I whined, still feeling the faint touch of his hand on my neck.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

I screamed, trying to crawl away. “You little Slut! Where are you going?” He snapped, grabbing my ankles and sliding me back. I cried out before getting on all fours like he told me to start with. “I-I’m sorry Daddy, I was just surprised.”

Hanging my head, my ass stinging from hits from a strong hand. “Little girls get punished for not listening, but it looks like this little girl is soaking wet after a few spankings. Hmm?” I could hear his smirk as he stroked the stinging spot. He was not wrong, my p***y was soaked at this point. I took in a deep breath as all my senses were heightened and I was beyond saving at this point. I spoke softly, but loud enough for him to hear. “Daddy, will you please f**k me? I am aching for you Daddy.” I panted as I felt fingers slowly slide down the lips of my p***y. “Hmmm… since you asked so nicely. I want to feel just how wet my little girl is.” I purred as he slipped two fingers into my p***y, slipping right in and deep I moaned softly. “Oh, yes my little girl’s p***y is absolutely drenched. What a little slut. You want my c**k, hm? You want Daddy’s juicy, thick c**k in your tight p***y?” He spoke while sliding his fingers in and out of my p***y. I bit my lip as I answered him, “Yes Daddy, please. I want to feel every inch of you, Daddy.” I whimpered, feeling his fingers pulling out. I heard a satisfied groan as he licked my juices off his fingers, “My little girl has the sweetest tasting p***y…” He groaned again before landing another WHACK! across my ass. I gasped, but before I could register what just happened I felt his hard c**k get shoved into my p***y. I cried out, clenching the sheets as he rammed into me over and over again. He wrapped his hands around my throat as he f****d my p***y harder and deeper.

“My little cumslut is taking my c**k so well. Ohhh yes, I am going to fill you up so deep with my hot c*m. Does my little girl want that? Does she want to have Daddy’s hot c*m deep inside her p***y?” He growled as he kept ramming deep into my p***y. “Yes! Yes Daddy!” I moaned, feeling his hand tighten on my waist. He knew I was so close as I kept squeezing his c**k that was deep inside. He moaned deep before responding, “On the count of 10… you will c*m on my c**k. Mmmm, yes. 10..” I moaned, listening to his countdown. My p***y was building with anticipation to be released and filled at the same time. “3…2…1… Hold it.. I said, `` HOLD IT.`` ” He growled, edging me repeatedly to oblivion. “Zero. c*m now my little cumslut.” He spoke through gritted teeth as he shoved himself deeper. I felt my p***y clamp and pulsate as I came hard on his c**k. Moaning out loudly, I felt him release his hot waves of c*m deep inside my p***y. He grinded hard against my g spot as he finished cumming. Feeling him pull out, I collapsed on my stomach.

Coming back to reality I saw the vibrator laying next to my pillow. My hand and toy were covered with my juices as I panted hard. My collar and n****e clamps are still on, being tugged by slight movements. My sheets covered in my p***y juices as I just laid there smiling at how good of a girl I am to please Daddy even if it is just a fantasy. After several minutes my legs stopped shaking and I was able to get up and clean my mess.

Changing the sheet and comforter I blushed at just how hard I had came. I sighed heavily, my fantasies were becoming more and more addicting. I wanted my fantasies to become my reality, but how? After a quick clean up of the bed, the toys, and a shower for myself. I laid down on the bed covered up with a warm blanket as I just stared into the darkness of the room. What should I do? Keep making myself c*m so hard that I only get to enjoy it and not someone who wants to take care of me or wants to make me c*m by their own hands? So many decisions, I sighed before sleep took over.

Waking up into my normal routine. Get up, take a shower, get dressed, get the dogs settled and potty breaks for everyone before he gets home or at least try to before he gets home. Soft greeting kisses and the formalities of how our nights went. I never talk about the messes I make or anything. I’m unsure if he notices how often I change out our sheets, but he never asks. If he ever did I would probably use the excuse, “Laundry day” or “time for a new set just cause we can”. I’ll probably never tell him the stories of how drenched my p***y gets at night or at how horny I am during the day.

No one knows how bad I want to be owned. How bad I want to relinquish all power in the home and in the bedroom. The only person that would know, would be a Daddy that I could disclose all my deepest, darkest wants and secrets to. Just where was he though? Why couldn’t my partner now be the Daddy that I need? Back to those questions of just wonderment.