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It had been a long, long day! I knew that I was playing with fire by leaving her like that that morning. I know her better than I know anyone, and leaving her frustrated, desperate for what she needs, wet, and aching was only going to result in her pushing my limits all day.That’s just how she works; the more aroused and turned on she gets, the rougher she needs it. Leaving her in that way would have made her heart race, made her pine for me to do things to her only I could. Of course she’s going to push me; she will have been dreaming all day about me destroying her and punishing her, leaving her in absolutely no doubt at all who owns both her body and her mind.What she needs, though, for whatever reason that is, is to deserve it. Yes, of course she likes it when I smack her arse, fuck her in a way that often pushes past the limits of her body, what her mind thinks she can take, and grip her throat to the point her eyes tell me she’s within seconds of passing out. For her to get the most out of it—that high, that ecstasy she craves and needs—she needs to deserve it, for it all to be warranted. To have brought it on herself.It started off with her texts about how I tasted, how I felt between her lips, and that she could still taste Daddy every single time she swallowed. The thought of me at work in my uniform, covered in her saliva inside my boxers, made her tight little pussy throb.But it didn’t stop there; then came the pictures, the voice notes, more and more bratty as my shift went on, and then the final photo, which will make more sense as to why it tipped me over the edge a little later in the story. As I got into my car to make the short drive home, my phone vibrated with an image from Princess, as she was stored in my phone ever since that day she had given herself away to me. I opened it, and my eyes quickly flashed past the most intimate image I could wish to see with the caption:“See Daddy, I haven’t touched my pussy once, just as you instructed.”My eyes flashed up again, back to the image of my princess, on all fours, a picture taken in the mirror, inches from the glass. Two of her fingers buried deep into her arse hole to the last knuckle. I could just about make out her face as she looked over her shoulder to take the picture. That smile, the smile that only I ever saw, she knew exactly what this picture would do to me, and she knew exactly what she would get once I returned home after sending it.I sent a text in return, my hands trembling in anticipation.”On your spot, in your position, wear the pink ones”.Taking a deep breath and hoping to calm myself before I lost my driving licence and my mind by driving the way I felt I needed to at that moment, her reply was almost instant.”Maybe”.”Fucking MAYBE!” I swore to myself striking the wheel of the car in frustration. She really did know how to play this game well and get exactly what she wants, and I’m going to have absolutely no problems giving it to her now.As I pulled up outside the house and stepped out of the car, I could feel myself throb, coupled with that knowing feeling of wet pre-cum Beykoz Escort slippy between my boxers and my now hard cock. As I walked up the path, I reached down, tucking my cock under my belt, so it wasn’t immediately obvious the effect she had had on me. Like she wouldn’t already be fully aware.I gently closed the door behind me as I stepped into the darkness of the hall, noting the glow from the living room. It would appear she had at least stuck to part of what I had demanded. The door was wide open as I stepped past it towards the kitchen. I knew she would be able to hear my heavy boots on the wooden floor. I knew the anticipation of what she had created would drive her crazy inside. I stood in the dark, looking in as the candles flickered, adding to the light of the small lamp in the corner.I turned slowly, walking into the kitchen, knowing my footsteps moving away would make her heart beat faster. She knew full well what would be coming; she just doesn’t know when or how. I ran the tap, pouring myself some water before walking back, leaning with my shoulder against the door frame.There she was, my breath taken away as I sipped my drink, on her knees but upright. Her perfect 32C breasts were pert and uncovered, and her nipples were small and hard like bullets as her body readied itself. Her long blonde hair perfectly transformed into my favourite perfect pigtails without a hair out of place.I could just see her now smiling away as she sat twisting and turning her hair in the mirror before I got home, getting ready for Daddy and doing her hair just how he likes it.My eyes traced her down, finding the thin waistband of her tiny knickers… White, not the pink that I had stated in my message then! That was just her all over—her hair, her position, her placement—everything was perfect, but she had to find that one thing to push me—a last stab at pushing me over the edge, the last bratty stand she could make to ensure that she knew as she was pinned down, held in place, and violated by her Daddy that she absolutely deserved it.I have to admit I love this part—that little vein in her neck that bulges as her heartbeat grows and grows. I feel my eyes on her, her heart pulsing in the same rhythm as her untouched cunt. I slowly drank, taking her in—her smooth, soft skin, the slight sweat on her brow, the way her perfect arse curved out behind her.My god, that arse! When we met, she was petrified of anyone going anywhere near it; no one ever had. The time it took to build the connection, our trust, and for her to completely give all of herself to me. The time and effort of gentle pleasure, training my princess to take first my tongue, then my fingers, and then my cock in her most intimate place, had brought us so far.Her arse hole, due to all of this, was known as Daddy’s hole, although we both knew every opening she had was mine. She had come to love the intense mix of pain and pleasure that she could gain from gritting her teeth and feeling me force that tight pink little hole to stretch around my thick cock. We had talked about it Beykoz Escort Bayan at length, and she would tell me, like so many, that she often just craved feeling like a whore, a slut put on this earth for me to use to please and pleasure myself with. Nothing made her feel quite as filthy, quite as owned, as me pushing my thick, wide cock so far up her once virgin arse that she struggled to take me and felt my balls finally press against her cunt, knowing she had finally taken the whole thing like a good girl for Daddy.We had come so far with it, in fact, that she had just sent me a picture of her finger fucking her arse whilst I was at WORK! The image flashed through my mind again, causing me to slam my glass down on the side and walk into the living room towards her.Her eyes didn’t move, and I walked slowly and purposefully around her, glancing down at the thin white piece of material hidden between her perfect arse cheeks. “WHITE!” I thought out loud to myself again before taking my seat right in front of her on the sofa. I leaned towards her, my elbows finding my thick thighs. Her eyes gently rose to meet mine.”White?” I questioned her as she looked back at me.She stayed silent, a slight smile across her face, and that filthy, desperate look in her eyes before she diverted back to the floor again.“Sorry, Daddy,” she whispered, still looking at the floor.”It’s ok, Daddy,” she continued. “I’m sure you can teach me a lesson for not doing as I was told; at least I think you can.”Her eyes gently rose again to meet mine as she kneeled naked but for her knickers. That glint in her eye was like nothing I had ever seen.”Are you man enough to teach me, Daddy?” She smirked, averting her gaze again, unable to hold it.I could literally feel myself snap as I threw myself to my feet! Undoing my belt immediately in front of her face before pulling my zip down hard.”You’re going to regret that,” I said in a deep grumble.I reached into my boxers, not removing them but pulling my thick, hard cock from the opening in front of them and watching it spring free, veins pulsing and throbbing, the large weapon of my impending assault. I looked down at her as she looked up, her expression changing into one of dread as she prepared herself to reap what she had sown.Grabbing her hair hard at the back of her head, I felt her release the slightest squeal as I pushed my throbbing mushroom-shaped tip against her lips, purple with frustration.”Open your fucking mouth,” I demanded. “Open it, or I will open it for you.”She knows she crossed the line; her eyes say it all as she looked up from her position of weakness and slowly but surely opened her mouth wide.”Who’s fucking owning you?” I growled down at her as my cock dribbled pre-cum onto her bottom lip.She looked back, her tongue pushed slightly forward, and my sticky cock touched the warm, wet tip. Once again, that mischievous look had returned.”I don’t know, Daddy,” she whispered seductively, her eyes fixed on mine. “Fucking show me.”There was no need to discuss it at this point; we both knew she had created Escort Beykoz this, and that gave me the confidence that she needed to be pushed to the limits. We had been here before, and she had both her safe word and her hand signal she could use if she really needed it to stop. She had pushed me to the point that I was not going to hold back even a touch.Sex, power, and desire had taken over me by this stage as I pushed my hips forward, my cock rock hard desperate to unload, pushing myself instantly to the back of her warm, wet, tight little throat. My hand gripped her hair hard on the back of her head. Instantly, I savoured the feeling of that little “pop” as my thick tip pushed down to the back of her mouth and into her throat as it stretched around me. Looking down as she leaned over, the sight of her thick-toned arse egging me on.I didn’t pull back; my big hand on her head held her in place, refusing to move, my power and her vulnerability making me throb in her windpipe. Her eyes were focused on me now as she looked up as best she could with her nose and chin both crushed against me as she gagged internally, causing streams of saliva to pour over her bottom lip and down over my big, aching balls.I pulled myself back, still holding her, and she attempted to push against my hand and pull back away from me, causing me to exert my control once more, throwing my weight forward and delving down once again into the depths of her throat, this time though drawing myself back slightly over and over, fucking her face with the sound of the squelch of her dribble mixed with my pre-cum.She was still looking up at me, unable to breathe, as I used just the first of her holes.”You’re not so fucking cocky now, you little slut.” I whispered down at her, “Daddy, fucking that throat, you want to see who fucking owns you, baby?” I asked rhetorically.I pulled my cock from her mouth, reaching down into the right-hand pocket of my black cargo work trousers, hearing the jingle of metal as I pulled her collar out—a reversible collar, often used to show me her mood when she’s not in the right frame of mind to communicate effectively.As a general rule, I will offer her the collar, not as a question if she would like to wear it; that’s a Daddy decision, but she can turn it either to the pink leather side, the small heart-shaped rose gold pendant displaying the words “Daddy’s little princess” when she needs to please me and is willingly do anything I ask of her, or the darker, black side, the pendant also a dark metallic black displaying the words “Daddy’s little whore” when she feels the need to fight back, push me, and have the feeling of being forced to please, punished, and hurt for her actions. I took it to work with me every single day.There was no such choice on this occasion; the collar flipped to the dark side, and I expertly anchored it around her neck as I have done so many times, tight enough that she could feel it around her but not so tight as to restrict her breathing… yet.She didn’t say a word; her eyes were calm, looking up at me, her saliva running down her chin, and her eyes were watering from my recent fucking. Removing my hand from the back of her head, I pulled her down hard and rough, grasping her collar, until her head was turned sideways against the carpet. No questions, no choices—this is what SHE had created.

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