[M/f] [F/mf] [chastity] [submissive] [FLR] [voyeur] [humiliation]
A Sarah Jane story
Oh my goodness, I simply couldn't resist the opportunity to tantalize Daddy just a teensy bit! With the keys still clutched in my hand, I decided to prolong the suspense, to draw out the anticipation until it was almost unbearable. I remained resplendent in my little girl finery, the pink dress and knee socks a stark contrast to the decidedly adult game we were about to play.
Slipping off my panties with a sly smile, I bared my sweetest assets, letting the warm bathroom air caress my skin. Then, with dramatic flair, I dangled the chastity keys directly over my quivering pussy, the metal glinting in the soft light like a wicked promise.
My heart raced as I tested the waters even further, my voice dripping with desire. "Kneel down, Daddy, and crawl to the keys." The words hung in the room like a challenge, a dare to see how far he'd go to claim his freedom and maybe me.
I knew, of course, that this little display might come at a cost later on, a stern reprimand - perhaps even a taste of Daddy's belt - but oh, the thrill of it was simply too delicious to resist!
The scene unfolded like a decadent fantasy, every second a testament to the unbridled passion that coursed through our unique little household. Daddy's eager form crept closer, his hungry gaze fixed on the tantalizing keys dangling above my bared femininity.
His lips eventually reached the prize, closing around the keys with such softness, as if savouring the promise of freedom. But I, the cunning little minx, had other plans. With a saucy chuckle, I whisked the keys away, returning them to their nest around my neck. And in the same fluid motion, I left his mouth hovering above my exposed pussy, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down my spine. Yet another move that will most likely land me here...
My words dripped with seductive sweetness as I issued the ultimatum: "If you want to be unlocked, Daddy, you'll have to make me cum first." The challenge hung in the air, a gauntlet thrown down between us. Would he rise to the occasion, or remain trapped in his golden prison?
As I succumbed to the expert ministrations of Daddy's tongue, my gaze wandered upward, my rolling eyes attempting to lock on to the bedside clock. Time seemed to warp and bend, stretching out the moments into an eternity of bliss. But even as I lost myself in the swirling vortex of pleasure, I remained acutely aware of the ticking seconds, counting down the remaining minutes of my allotted 45.
Meanwhile, Daddy's skilled mouth worked its magic, lavishing attention upon my sensitive clit and occasionally straying south to graze against my puckered asshole. The dual sensations combined in a crescendo of delight, threatening to overwhelm my senses at any moment. And then, suddenly, I was there - clawing at the bedding, my cries echoing through the room as I tumbled over the edge into a soul-shattering climax.
For one fleeting instant, I forgot about keys, chastity cages, and D/s dynamics - and simply reveled in the pure, unadulterated joy of simply feeling alive.
In a flash, his meaty hands closed around my throat, the pressure firm yet playful, a gentle reminder of his dominance.
Before I could process the sudden change in atmosphere, he dragged me forward, my body surrendering to his will as my head tilted off the side of the bed, my mouth gaping open in surprise. And then, without warning, he filled me with his magnificent cock, the sudden invasion sparking a fresh wave of arousal within me.
As he began to fuck my throat with slow deliberate strokes, I felt my senses spinning into overdrive once more - trapped in a whirlpool of pleasure and submission, with Daddy now firmly at the helm.
I played along, feigning resistance as I squirmed and wriggled beneath him, pretending to protest the invasive attentions. It was all a delicious charade, of course - for I secretly reveled in the mastery he exerted over me. Still, I had to maintain the illusion, if only for the sheer thrill it brought me. So I kicked my little knee socks, my legs flailing wildly as I attempted to break free from his grasp.
That's when Daddy decided to correct me, his broad palm flashing downward to deliver a sharp smack directly onto my pussy. The sting was exquisite, followed by a flush of arousal that threatened to consume me whole. "Bad girl!" he scolded, his deep voice resonant with amusement.
When the face fucking paused, Daddy asked me the whereabouts of my head harness and bit gag - the one with the delectable leather reins. I hesitated for a fraction of a second, still reeling from my pussy being smacked, before scrambling to obey. A sharp motivational slap on my bare bum helped spur me along, and I hastened to fetch the gag from the nightside drawer.
Returning with the contraption in hand, I watched in vulnerable fascination as Daddy roughly divested me of my pretty pink dress, leaving me clad in nothing but knee socks and Mary Janes. The cool air caressed my skin as he set to work fastening the strict bit into my mouth, the supple leather harness creaking softly as he buckled it around my face.
The thrill of surrender washed over me as Daddy grasped the reins attached to my bit harness, deftly guiding me upward onto the bed. His firm tug on the leather straps ensured my head remained up and alert, my back arching deeply as I assumed the requisite pose on all fours.
Daddy's rhythmic pounding had me in a state of utter abandon, with my poor tits flopping about beneath me. The motion was so vigorous, so unrelenting, that I found myself drooling shamelessly onto the bedding, the bit gag and harness ensuring my humiliation was complete.
Yet, perversely, I reveled in this debased state, my inner little girl squealing with glee at the sheer audacity of it all. Clad in nothing but my innocent white knee socks and glossy Mary Janes, I must have presented a ridiculous spectacle - a vision of contradictions, equal parts innocence and depravity. And still, I wouldn't have traded this sublime sensation for the world.
Just as I was reaching the pinnacle of pleasure, the unmistakable sound of heels clicking on the floor echoed outside the door from down the hallway, signaling the imminent arrival of Mistress Andrea. I could feel the flurry of butterflies in my tummy in anticipation of her reaction to our little scene.
Without warning she just strode into the room, her piercing gaze swept over us, taking in the entirety of the debauched, compromising activity before her.
Daddy, ever the attentive servant to her will, subtly canted my reins to the left, forcing my head to turn toward Mistress and face her, as I continued to receive his furious fucking. Mistress simply folded her arms across her chest, her gaze fixed intently on her wristwatch - a stern reminder that our allotted time was rapidly dwindling.
And then, in a flash of imperious authority, Mistress decreed her expectations: "You better cum into her pussy, Daddy," she drawled, her words sending lightning bolts of unexpected arousal directly to my core. "You're almost out of time."
I groaned into my gag like I've never groaned before, based on what Mistress just unexpectedly said. It was the hottest thing I've ever heard, and my pussy clenched down on Daddy instantly as I braced myself for orgasm. At the same time, with a final brutal stroke, Daddy unleashed his pent-up fury within me, his cock erupting in a frenzy of hot jizz and lust.
"Oh gawd!" I thought to myself," shrieking into my gag as I climaxed. "I need to ask Mommy to raise my allowance!"
Sarah Jane 💗
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