Serendipity

Daddy fell silent and busied himself with my neck once again, only this time to fasten a black collar around it, the cool material sidling up against my slightly bruised flesh. I watched as a heavy steel chain unraveled from a ball and clattered to the floor, the end of which was attached to a handle that was secured firmly within my master’s hand. He strode away from me without looking back, tugging on the chain until it was taut, forcing me to turn in his direction.

“Get over here,” he demanded coldly, yanking on my chain with more force.

I obeyed his command and began to crawl toward him, placing one shaky hand after the other as the throes of pleasure began to fade. Newfound excitement replaced the sensation, my mind and body alike ready for more. I became intimately aware once again of the drenched panties that clung to me like a second layer of skin each time my knees lifted to shuffle me forward. So saturated with liquid were the underwear that they no longer moved when I did, having fused to my body, unable to absorb a drop more of my essence. The excess continued to flow from me though, dripping from the material and coating my thighs, the slick causing my legs to pass by one another without a hint of friction as I crawled my way toward certain punishment.

My master took a seat upon the edge of the bed and patted his lap, beckoning me to take my place upon it. I rose halfway to my feet and shuffled forward with his assistance, one hand operating the chain and the other gripping a tuft of my hair, forcing me into the bed. I found myself suspended across his thighs, with my knees sinking into the mattress, my mouth agape as I gasped for air. My gaze found the adjacent wall which was adorned with a mirror, and I observed myself, nothing more than a disheveled mess with tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. He released my hair and my head fell forward, his heavy hand relocating to my back. His fingers trailed lovingly down my skin, soft fingertips tracing a minefield of goosebumps that erupted beneath his delicate touch. I shuddered in his grasp and writhed in a wanton manner, my ass swaying high in the air to coax him.

But he refused to take the bait, instead taking his time with the soft touch, his fingers winding their way into my sunken crevice. A fresh pang of pleasure stabbed into me as his fingers found my depths, stuffing the thick digits inside of me and bringing the useless underwear along with them. So throaty and unhinged was the moan that escaped my mouth that I caught myself by surprise, losing myself in the moment. He plugged my pussy with his fingers, withdrew them and repeated the process again, fucking me deep with my underwear until they began to sag off my ass. My greedy walls clamped upon the foreign material, eager for any intrusion at this point, attempting to pull the underwear in deeper. I groaned aloud and rocked my hips, thankful to have anything inside of me.

“You like having your underwear inside you, is that it?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Yes daddy, I love it,” I responded hastily, my hips still swaying of their own accord.

As if on cue the treat was rescinded as my master began unraveling the panties down my legs, pulling them out of and away from my body. I whined softly as he freed them from around my ankles, exposing my holes to the cold air. The plug was unceremoniously pulled from my body next, and I yelped in a combination of pleasure and pain as my tight hole was rapidly expanded, leaving it gaping in the absence of the toy. I stirred in his lap and lifted my head, peeking into the mirror to see what he could be doing. As my eyes fell on him, I watched as he reached over toward my head with the objects secured in his hand.

“Open your fucking mouth,” he barked.

I kept my eyes on the mirror and saw my soaked panties wrapped around the butt plug, the soft pink jewel twinkling in the low light. My mouth opened of its own volition, saliva pooling on my tongue, and the soiled panties displaced the liquid as the underwear made its way toward the back of my throat. I drooled upon my fingers clutching the bed, my hands twisting within the comforter for support. Tears streamed down my face as the foreign objects came to rest within my mouth, my eyes fixated on the pink jewel reflected in the mirror, the plug jutting out of my mouth. I dutifully closed my lips around the warm steel, completing the makeshift gag for my master, who found my eyes in the reflection and offered me a grin in return. I smiled at him with my eyes, eager to please, proud of myself for successfully accepting his gift without gagging on it.

“That’s a good girl,” he said proudly, “look at yourself, you’re doing so well.”

I surveyed my own reflection, tear stricken and saliva stained, tufts of unkempt hair sticking up in various places upon my scalp. My mascara had long since begun running, black tears lining both cheeks and tracing my jaw. My knuckles shone white with exertion, clutching the blanket in anticipation of daddy’s next move, one I was sure would be as delicious as the last. I was a proper mess and thoroughly enjoying every second of his torture. He did not disappoint either, my eyes raising from my hands in the reflection to his own, following the motion of his arm rising high above his head until it was swiftly lowered out of my view.

He delivered a blow so harsh to my ass that it sent a shockwave up my entire body, shifted my weight in his lap and filled the room with an audible crack that closely resembled a gunshot. High pitched notes of delight and agony attempted to tumble from my lips but were instead waylaid at the junction of my blocked throat, which only allowed a soft muffled garble through the cracks of my tightly joined lips. My chest heaved as I began to sharply inhale through my nose, acutely aware of my heady aroma that filled the room. It was present far before now, the pungent scent wafting through the air, but as time wore on and I was subjected to more punishment, its body only grew stronger. I watched his hand rise and fall again and this time the blow was so severe I fell onto my elbows, succumbing to only the second strike.

“What’s the matter?” he teased, laughing to himself as he began to massage my tender cheek.

The collar around my neck was adjusted while I collected myself, my nose rapidly inhaling and exhaling for breath that was far from sufficient. The steel chain was behind me now and it was once again yanked upon, until my head was tilted up far enough to look at my reflection, my chin digging into the bed with my arms folded up underneath me. He met my eyes with that sadistic grin still on his face, all before spanking me again, this time assaulting the other cheek which had yet to taste his wrath. I felt my lower half quake under his power, and I could only imagine how red he was painting my pale skin. I grimaced and whimpered as the spanking continued, forced to watch him delight in my pain, which was also apparent in the stiff appendage that tented his pants and poked into my gut. And all the while he tortured me, I continued to wet myself, thankful for the treatment I had lusted after for so many years and finding it in the most obvious of people.

Somewhere along the line I had lost track of time. My eyes fell on the clock in the corner, looking to it for guidance, unable to hear the incessant ticking over the sickening report of flesh striking flesh. My teeth clamped upon the steel filling my mouth, tongue wringing out every drop of arousal to be found within my panties for nourishment as I braced for more. My poor cheeks jostled again, a fresh wave of pain crashing upon my core; another strike followed, this time seeing fingertips slipping into my crevice and brushing past my swollen lips, dragging me deeper into a whirlpool of pleasure. I moaned so loudly through my gag that it registered slightly above audible, voicing my contentment as my master worked me over until a visible sweat clung to his brow. He grunted and growled with every strike, his palm surely stinging from the abuse, but he was unrelenting in the way he dished out righteous punishment to my deserving backside.

Finally, the torture ended, my watery eyes confirming with the loyal clock that several minutes had passed since the ordeal initially began. I had survived the retribution, but the phantom pain of his hand remained, my nerves presently reporting strikes of the hand that had landed minutes ago. He let some slack into the chain, and I slumped forward, collapsing into the bed with spittle oozing out of the corners of my mouth. I gasped desperately and dry heaved for air, and reprieve soon found me as he reached over to remove the plug from my mouth.

“Spit your underwear out,” he commanded.

I did so without hesitation, regurgitating my ruined panties that landed in a small lake of saliva on the carpet. I sputtered and choked, inhaling into my sore throat as much fresh air as I could manage. Daddy began to run a brush through my hair, straightening it for me as I collected myself, my breathing slowly returning to normal. His other hand gingerly massaged my swollen cheeks, but despite how soft his touch was, they were so tender that fresh pain welled up within me. I grit my teeth together and winced as he assuaged my pain as best he could, and I was overly grateful that he spent as much time soothing me as he had unraveling me.

“Time to make daddy feel good, don’t you think?”

“Yes of course,” I responded earnestly, newfound vigor coursing through me at the prospect of pleasuring him again after all these years.

Daddy let go of my chain and allowed me to rise off his lap, before he positioned me where he wanted me, which saw my upper body strewn across his torso with my legs laid out across the bed. He laid back upon the mattress, resting comfortably with a few pillows supporting him, his eyes on mine in the reflection. My eyes drifted away and fell upon his groin, his pants strained to their limit around his erection that fought desperately to escape its confines. I instinctively set to work freeing it, my fingers effortlessly undoing his button and zipper before my hands moved to his waistband and shimmied the pants down his thighs. They fell off the side of the bed where my panties were discarded earlier, leaving behind his tented briefs. I surveyed his clothed erection closely, in awe of its size and the tantalizing musk that undulated from it in waves. It wasn’t just the aroma that gripped me either, but the giant wet spot at the tip signaling arousal was so dark and large that I could almost taste it from sight alone.