.:Friday, November 10, 2006:.

-B is for baby-

that's what she was. His baby, His little girl, His personal cookie delivery service. only for Him would she wear that ridiculously tight corset that pushed her breasts up and forced her nipples over the top of the lace waiting for His hands to torment them. only for Him would she brush her hair back and pin it into that unbearably tight bun and slip on the "doctor" glasses along with the specific gray skirt suit that was just beyond the bounds of good taste to wear with an actual client. only for Him would she make and misplace and hide cookies in unusual places to make Him growl and fuck her into another petit mort.

yeah she had called Him Daddy first but it registered on a special level for Him. He wanted to protect her just as much as He wanted to tie her up and watch her squirm under His ministrations. He wanted to be proud of her just as much as He wanted to watch her shave her pussy clean for Him so He could cover it with hot wax or hot cum whichever He opted for that night. He wanted to feel her lips on His nearly as much as He wanted to feel them wrapped around her bottle. okay maybe that was a stretch, nothing could beat the feeling of her lips tightly closed around His dick sucking for dear life on the neverending supply of fluid she loved to feel rushing down her throat.

she was His baby. His big little girl. the perfectly slutty apple of His sadistic eye. she moaned and cried and got wetter than a fountain whenever He chose to leave physical reminders of His love for her on her body. her ass shoved itself out for His whips and His paddles. her back gleamed whenever His crop wanted to kiss it or whenever the heavy flogger wanted to massage it. the blades of His knives poked and prodded and occasionally bit into her skin with abandon and she just whispered thank You Daddy each time. they crept between her thighs from time to time when they wanted to be kissed and each time her lips lovingly wrapped around the steel until all traces of her were gone. her nipples stayed hard and incredibly sensitive whenever His lips, the clamps, the wax or the rope crossed them. yes she was in pain, a great deal if He was doing His job and He was always doing His job, but she longed for the smile on her Daddy's face so she relished in it and enjoyed that every bit of it made Him want her more.

He couldn't untie her or yank off the clamps or drop His latest torture device fast enough when He wanted to be inside of her. to call her a hot box would be somewhat underestating how it felt for Him to be inside of her. the heat from her flesh radiated down through her pussy and suckled His dick. He would sometime just rest in place once He was buried to the hilt and let the throbbing emanate from both of them. she would try to force Him to fuck her but He would never do it before He was ready. He liked her to feel how hard she made Him. He wanted her to know that she was His and only He would be allowed to penetrate her mind and body ever again. she made Him cum, whether He wanted to or not. He could stave off the minor orgasms but His desire for her always ended the same way--Him leaving excess fluid in whatever orifice He decided needed it then. after all He was Daddy and she was His baby and it was up to Him to make sure she had what she needed.

He was looking at her now, dressed in her mommy cookie peddler outfit and putting a box of cookies in the freezer to be ready for Him whenever He wanted them. she looked over at Him and smiled. He motioned for her to come give Him a kiss. she sat in His lap and planted what she thought would be a quick kiss on His lips. He wouldn't let her break the kiss for a while and then bit her lip before speaking again, "you know what I want don't you baby?"

she smiled again and rushed away from Him. she got dinner in the oven and then ran for the stairs taking them two at a time. He wasn't far behind her but she had dropped into position on the bed before He got there. she glanced up at Him and said all He needed to hear, "would You like the rope or the cuffs Daddy?" He closed the door and locked it as He made His decision and unwrapped His favorite present--His baby.

Labels: alphabet game, bdsm, cookie peddling, smut

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