Chapter 11: Horsing Around with Daddy
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"Get down! Hands and knees!"
Startled by Daddy’s abruptness, I obeyed quickly, dropping onto the carpet, then lifting my head to gaze up at my master, who jerked my chain viciously, pulling my collar hard into my neck.
"You’ve had a lot of fun with Mummy, haven’t you?"
"Yes, Daddy."
My voice felt guttural; the collar was half choking me, and I found speaking difficult.
"Well, now it’s my turn. Show me your gratitude by licking my toes."
The weight on my chain slackened, so I bent forward and started licking from the tiniest on his left foot across to the biggest in the middle, then across to the right, from biggest to smallest, before reversing the whole process. Right to left, left to right, I licked away. His skin felt soft and smooth and smelled freshly washed, with just a faint odour of a scented cream.
It was such a pleasure to serve my Daddy. I could have gone on all day, but my reverie was cut short by a jerk on my chain. I glanced up; he towered over me, and the limit of my sight was the very prominent bulge in his shorts, a bulge that wasn’t there when I was commanded to start licking.
"Come with me; crawl on all fours."
And so I followed, crawling along the landing carpet in his wake. We stopped by a door; I saw the bottom opening, and Daddy’s feet walked in. Another jerk on my chain forced me to scuttle, on knees and hands in quick time, into the room.
It looked like another bedroom, but I could only see the divan side from the floor.
"Get up on the bed, Baby."
I crawled over and mounted the soft mattress.
"This is our guest bedroom, where we will play today. You, of course, are not a guest; you are our slutty maid."
I glanced around at traditional furniture, an easy chair, and large windows. It was a lovely space with a very comfortable king-sized bed. Daddy opened a chest drawer and pulled out something.
"You are a mess. Those stockings are holed and laddered. Take them off, then put on this night dress and the panties. He threw a bundle at me, and I lifted my chained wrists as if to ask him, "How can I?"
His hand opened to show the key to my chains, and then, leaning across the bed, he took everything off, including my collar. It was the first time since my initiation that the collar had been off, and I felt naked without it. I quickly stripped off the stockings, and he was right because they were totally wrecked. I slipped on the nightie, the white material covered in printed red flowers. Two thin shoulder straps, a hem that hardly covered my mound, and my boobs were well displayed. It was set off with a matching pair of soft panties that only just covered my pussy. I felt glamorous, with a different style of sexiness, and the sight of Daddy staring at my transformation made me feel really content.
"I have something else for you, Baby."
He reached into the drawer and lifted a pink object. It took me a couple of seconds to recognise it was my little toy, the Lovense vibrator he had told me to wear on our first meeting. He reached out to me, still holding the toy in his hand.
"Put this inside you, then lie back across the bed."
I lay on my back, then felt inside the panties with my fingers until I found the opening to my hole, then pushed it inside until the tail was flat against my clitty. I discovered how wet I was; my playtime with Mummy still affected my body. I wriggled around on the bed. Daddy took a pillow from the bed and put it where he wanted me to lie. I stared up at the ceiling, and then Daddy blocked it off. My vision was filled with his balls and, above those, his cock, standing proud of his naked body.
"Take me, Baby, take me in your mouth."
I tilted my head back and directed his cock towards my mouth. As I pulled back on his foreskin, a large bead of lube slowly oozed from his slit and formed a droplet that slipped through the air, slowed by a fine thread of juice that looked like spider silk. I opened my mouth and let it drop inside. It was a taste of things to come.
His helmet was poised between my lips when my clit was suddenly assaulted by powerful vibrations. Already sensitised by Mummy, my body jolted at the sensation, and I forgot all about Daddy’s cock, releasing it from my grip and grasping at my boobs with both hands. I squeezed and pinched, groaning in self-inflicted pain. My hips flexed with the pleasurable sensations, and within seconds, I had another orgasm, my first with Daddy and my fourth of the day.
As my shuddering body came down from its high, there was no lessening of stimulation; my clit was still being assaulted by the buzzing beast within me. My need to cum again increased; my fingers strayed down to rub my wet pussy through the panties and the action pressed the vibrating tail hard against my clitoral area. It was enough to tip me over the edge again. My hips bucked high above the bed as a huge spasm wracked my body. Somewhere in all this, I remember looking up at my mound, seemingly in an impossible place above me, with my body arched in erotic triumph.
Lost in a welter of orgasmic surges, I heard my cries of ecstasy but saw nothing more until my mouth was filled with engorged cock. My eyes opened to see Daddy’s flesh in front of me, and my mouth sensed the taste of his juice as he thrust deep inside. Every jab made me gag. I felt the bile rise in my throat until my mouth filled with vomit, spraying over Daddy and splashing back onto my face.
Daddy withdrew, and then I felt his hands grasp me and lift me into a sitting position, coughing and spluttering. Strangely, my body was also still jerking from the aftershocks of my cum. The whole situation seemed surreal, something that happened to other women, not me.
"We need to get cleaned up."
Daddy picked up a tumbler from the bedside and gave it to me. I sipped the water at first, then gulped down the entire glass. He took it from me, went into the room’s ensuite, and brought it back, filled to the brim. I drained that one, then another, before my coughing and nausea passed.
"Stand up, Baby, lift your arms."
He bent forward, took hold of the hem of my nightie, and pulled it over my head. I dropped my panties to the floor, and Daddy picked them up before stripping the sheet from the bed.
"Wait there."
He disappeared outside with the soiled clothes and linen before returning to our room.
"Shower time! Come!"
We walked into the ensuite. Daddy turned on the shower and stood with his hand stretched into the cubicle, testing the temperature, before taking my hand and leading me inside. The warm water was a blessing; Daddy soaped me down, shampooed my hair, and generally pampered me as a lover, not a subby maid. I felt so much love for him, so when it was my turn, I cleaned him tenderly, enjoying every touch of his skin. I felt inside his bum crack, soaped it clean, and pushed my soapy finger inside, enjoying his moans as I rotated my finger around the spongy anal flesh. Finally, I knelt and soaped his cock, pulling his foreskin back to let my finger trace a path around the glans, then running down his shaft to cradle and fondle his balls. The shower water cascaded over my head and ran down my face as I took the flaccid tool into my mouth, licking and sucking him back to life, enjoying the gentle thrusts as I aroused him again.
"Come up, Baby."
I stood, looking into his handsome face, and then he took my cheeks in his two hands and pushed his lips against mine. I opened my mouth and let his tongue join mine inside. Our kiss seemed endless, the water splashing over us, arms wrapped around our two naked bodies, his stiff cock standing proud, pressed hard into my tummy.
Daddy turned the water off, then reached across to lift a bath sheet from the heated rail. He wrapped it around me and rubbed me dry before using the same towel to dry himself.
"One more thing, Baby, let me brush your beautiful hair."
Clean and fresh, we went back into the bedroom. Daddy motioned for me to stand still before picking up my collar and restraints and fitting them on me.
He pointed at an object covered with a blanket before lifting it. Underneath was something that appeared to be a cross between a workbench and a keep-fit horse.
"This is for you. Come and lie on it."
"Yes, Daddy."
I lay down on the soft leather top, my arms dangling down the front legs with my chains on either side, and my feet were stretched so far that my toes just brushed the carpet. Daddy knelt beside me, and I heard two clicks as he locked my wrists to eyes on the horse’s legs. Then he went behind me. His hands gently shifted my legs around, and I felt more restraints gripping my ankles, holding me completely powerless and completely under his control.
With my head hung down, I could only see the carpet, then suddenly there was nothing as Daddy placed a soft blindfold over my eyes. I heard him moving around before soft straps were laid across my head. Daddy fiddled around, clips clinked, as he fitted what I felt was the same harness Mummy had put me in earlier.