When Daddy left this morning, he told me under no circumstances was I to touch myself. He said “I wasn’t allowed to change my clothes or remove anything I was wearing” I say mockingly to myself. Well, Daddy has been gone a really long time and I am bored. He won’t know… how can he? “Daddy’s not here right now” I say out loud again.
I continue to scrub the dishes left in the sink from last night’s dinner. My sheer baby blue bikini top clings to my breast and shimmers with each move I make myself. My nipple hardens more with every movement. I caught the shiny glint of the non-piercing nipple rings, Daddy put them on me this morning before he left. They loosen as my nipple becomes longer, as it hardens. Not wanting to risk losing them, I twist each of the 4 screws a few More turns, causing my nipple to be more than slightly pinched and the rings are firmly attached. With my jewelry secured tightly, I finish my dishes. I then open the freezer and pull out some meat for tonight’s dinner. The cold air rushes out and bites my nipples. I his sharply as they begin to sting. I quickly shut the freezer door and made my way back to my cage to wait for Daddy to arrive.
I see my reflection in the mirror. I look so cute. My wet see-through blue top clings to my breast. My nipples jut out, creating a small mountain peak at the tip. My chatity belt has a built-in dildo. it’s buried deep inside my little cunt. The chatity is a satin and a deep shiny black color. I love watching it shimmer in the mirror. I decided to have a little fun while daddy is gone. I drop down on my hands and knees and twerk in the mirror. Every shake of my ass causes the dildo inside me to push in and out of me. My tits swing back and forth. I’m so glad I tightened up those clamps. After a minute I decided my little pussy is very wet and my nipples are starting to hurt. I stop what I’m doing and go to the freezer. I grab my penis-shaped ice and rub it on my sore nipples. I’m not technicalally playing with myself and I’m not touching myself… the ice is touching me. I go back to the mirror and grab the camera phone Daddy has me use to send him pictures. I prop it up across from the mirror. I rub the ice penis all over my lips and my nipples. I made a short video for Daddy. I make another with me twerking and send them both to him before I get back in my kennel. Daddy immediately responds “1” to the video and Then “2” to the a moment later. I know I have crossed a line and I will be in trouble when he gets home.
I have just 1 strike left for the day before I am severely punished. 35 minutes until Daddy is home… I lay in my kennel and began to stroke and flick my nipples back and forth as I think about all the possible ways he will probably punish me. After a few minutes of this, I moan and suck on my fingers before playing with my nipples again. Beep beep, the phone chirps. Its another text from Daddy. “3” is all it says.
I sit up with a quickness and look around. Daddy is still not here. How did he see me? What’s he going to do to me? “Daddy, please don’t” I beg. “Daddy, please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I cried out into the room.
Beep beep, the phone chimed again.
“gag now.”
“Yes Daddy,” I say to the screen and put in an open mouth gag. I go to the door of my kennel and assume my position. Door closed. On my knees, legs closed, head bowed down, hands in my lap. I don’t dare move. I stay there till he tells me otherwise.
I hear the door open and close and daddy’s steps as he gets closer.
Daddy jerks opens the door to my cage and pulls me out by my collar’s ring. I try to stand up and he gives it a hard yank. Dragging me by the ring, not letting me get my feet under me, He takes me to the living room and stands me in the corner next to the TV.
Daddy sits down and turn on the TV. I rub my leg where I’ve got fresh carpet burn.
“Be still” he commands.
I stop moving and all of a sudden I hear myself singing coming from the TV. I hear the water running and I can tell it’s me doing the dishes earlier today.
“Little Girl, come here”.
I approached.
Daddy snaps his finger and points down to the ground. I kneel instantly. He moves my head to rest on his legs. I look at the TV and see me adjusting my nipple rings through my wet top.
“4,” he says.
“I see you have been enjoying yourself quite a bit today. It seems my baby girl is unable to follow orders or keep her hands to herself”.
I nod my head yes in agreement.
“And, sending me those videos while I was at work today, it was like you wanted to get caught. You wanted everyone else to see you. Is that what you want? Do you want to be seen for the slut you truly are?”
The video speeds up and Daddy sees me playing with the penis shaped ice in the mirror.
“5”. He pushes me away and stands up. “Stay there. Don’t move”.
I stay in the crumped ball I am. My heart is racing.IKnow i’m in for it. I hear Daddy shut the bedroom door and I can hear him talking. I can hear him but not well enough to know what he is saying… enough to know I am in big trouble. Daddy comes back out and has my flip-flops in his hands.
“Shoes. Truck.” That’s all he says. I have not seen him this mad in a very long time.
Oh shit. I start to panic. I fumble putting on my shoes and start to cry silently. The anticipation is getting to me. My heart is pounding in my ears. The last time I got to strike 5… I was stripped naked and bound in shibari, laid on a bar top, and used as the tabletop for 4 hours. After that I was tied, bent over a bar stool, and flogged by any who wanted to. My ass was bruised for days. The memories of that night flash through my mind during the silent car ride.
We arrived at the BDSM club parking lot.
Daddy grabs his keys, unlocks my chatity belt. “Take it off you dirty slut”. He spoke with a dry tone that let me know I was still in big trouble. Quickly, I put my feet in the seat to lift me up and with shaky hands I pull the belt off and out of me at the same time. I whimpered softly, as the 4 inch rubber toy slide out of me. I feel empty inside.
“Show me”.
I lean my back to the window and push it against the door. My push, soaking wet. I feel it gush as Daddy looked at it. “Open it up, I want to see all of it.”
He slapped it 2 quick times. I cried out, more from shock than pain.
“Give me your ball gag” he ordered.
I do as I am told.
He shoves it in my pussy. Rolls it all around and then secures it back in my mouth.
“Now anytime anyone gets close to you they will know what a dirty slut you are”. He whispers in my ear as he finishes fasting it around my head. Daddy pulls out a pink sparkling g-string and matching top and tells me to change. Wide eyed, and gagged, I stare at the triangles on the top, they will barely cover my nipples, maybe an inch and a half wide. He starsat his watch, I put on the skippy outfit.
Daddy lets me out of the truck and I walk across the parking lot looking like a stripper. Once inside, Daddy takes my shoes and puts them in his bag. We stay on the 1st level of the club which is strange. You don’t have to be a member to be on this level. It’s open to the public. We rarely ever play down here.
I look around and see stages with stripper poles, and several dancing girls and men playing pool. Daddy slaps my ass. “Hop to it, baby girl he says and flashes me a cocky grin. “You wanted to dance and you wanted everyone to watch. Get on that stage and show them what a little slut you are” I stand there with my head down pouting. He slaps me again this time on the title. “Get going slut or you’ll be naked.”
I climb on stage and start grinding to the beat. I worked the pole a good 10 minutes and noticed a crowd had gathered around me. I look at Daddy. He motions for me to go to him. I take one step and he signals me to crawl. When I finally get to him he pulls out a Sharpie and writes daddy’s slut on my forehead. Slaps my ass again and outlines his handprint with the sharpie.
“Get back out there baby, you look great.”
I am mortified. I turn red from head to toe from embarrassment. I also love it. I know he has his eyes on me, watching my every move. I know there is a group of people watching me as I crawl back to the stage, with his hand print outlined on my ass. I should feel ashamed. I do, a little. Not enough to make me stop and disobey daddy. My pussy pulses with excitement as I reach the stage. I crawl up the stairs and make sure to show the crowd my sharpie brand hand print on my ass. When I stand and face the crowd, both hands raised above my head gripping the pole, legs spread, preparing for the beat of the music to tell me how to move, the announcer welcomes me…”Daddy’s Slut” to the stage over the loudspeaker. My heart swells with pride. I dance my heart out for another 20 minutes.
To Be Continued….
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