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I was to play about with it, different speeds of thrusting it inside of me, different positions to lie or sit in, to change how it felt within me, but to no avail.
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When I tried to tell Daddy it wasn’t working, he told me I wasn’t trying hard enough. It’s such a nice feeling having a vibrator inside me, but it doesn’t make me cum. I used my favourite vibrator inserted it as far as I could until it hit my cervix. I tried hard, very hard to cum, but it wouldn’t work. Instead of orgasming as usual using my little rabbit ears vibrator, I was to only cum using a vibrator inserted into my vagina. One day he had told me that my daily task would be a little different. He has a wicked imagination when it comes to punishments. If I am not wet enough, he classes it as a fail, and I will be punished. I have to show Daddy how well I have done, after each one. I’ve always been a good girl, even when I have been naughty.Įvery day I have to orgasm three times. I’ve always done exactly as he has asked. If I stamp my feet, he clearly sets out the alternative, which is always infinitely worse than what he has asked me to do. He doesn’t push, he suggests I try harder. I start with very clear boundaries, but Daddy knows I will go further.
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Fun games, sometimes a little scary, sometimes, daring, but always within my limits. He gives me unconditional love as a father would, but also the discipline I crave, as a child requires, to grow into a fully rounded human being.ĭaddy and I play games. Daddy, you see, is my Mentor, Lover and sometimes my Master. We just love each other without boundaries, and I submit to him completely. This isn’t a weird incestuous relationship, we don’t harbour fantasies of anything illegal. In case you are alarmed, Daddy is not my real “Father”. I exist to fulfil his every desire, and to be available to him whenever and wherever he so wishes. He promises to love me and look after me, and I promise to make him happy. Since then, he has tried to add me on Facebook a few times (he keeps making new ones) but I block him every time.We have a contract, Daddy and I. After a few heated phone conversations that consisted of him drunk and accusing me of telling his friends that I didn’t even know, I finally blocked him on all social media and also blocked his phone number. He began to get really paranoid that I was telling people about our encounters. We hooked up a few times after that but I really began to question his sanity. He didn’t want his mom to come home and see that he had company. I then had to walk a block to my truck because he didn’t want me to park his driveway. I quietly opened the door and stepped outside. Luckily he had a door that led outside in his room. It obviously didn’t feel very pleasurable so I never ended up… Uhm… finishing.Ībout 30 minutes into the disastrous encounter, his mother comes home. He put the ziplock over my dick and tried to suck it. He went to the kitchen and got a ziplock bag (I kid you not). Neither of us had any condoms so he decided to get creative. He wanted to try preforming oral on me but didn’t actually want to put his mouth on my bare penis. We jerked each other off for a few minutes but soon grew tired of it. His mom was still at work and would be for the next hour or so. I was pretty horny so I got in my truck and drove to his house. But, then it was a struggle.Īnyway, one day I had just gotten home from Hawaii with my family, I got a text from you know who asking me to come over. Now I find it funny because I have my own set of friends and am much more sure myself and what I stand for. In middle school, he was only nice to me when it was beneficial for him. He was (and probably still is) what you call a “follower”. You see, I use the word “friend” lightly. The conversation was usually nothing out of the ordinary and then would unexpectedly take a sexual turn. I had been texting an old friend back and forth for a couple months.