Entry Two

Dear Slut Diaries,

I was straining against the ropes binding my legs, not trying to get loose, just appreciating the feeling against my skin. Daddy knew I craved true restriction, and he had definitely done that this time. I couldn’t move my legs at all, my calves and thighs tied together with my knees bent. I was stuck like this until Daddy released me… speaking of releases, I wondered when I would be allowed to have one again. Today I went into the belt.

Almost on cue, Daddy entered with a package and I felt my clit throb at the thought of being blocked away from giving into my slutty desires. I moaned into my dildo gag, almost no noise escaping from around the shaft, and he chuckled at my attempt to get attention. He slowly pulled it out of its package and I felt drool begin to slide down the side of my face from both the gag and from sheer desperation. He hadn’t even touched my clit yet and it looked like he didn’t plan on it before my lock. I shivered in anticipation.

I could finally see the belt and it was sleek black leather with silver metal detailing. Seeing it made this all the more real and I craved to have it tight against my most intimate parts of my body. I wanted to be driven into the most primal, horny, pathetic state, I wanted to be locked in it and completely, totally at Daddy’s disposal. His wet, needy submissive slut who had no rights to her own pussy.

He smiled, seeing the effects this was having over me written all over my face. He slowly leaned down, until his face was about a foot in front of my pussy, and for a second I thought he was going to eat me out… I should have known better because he had told me it wouldn’t be that easy, but a slut like me is way too needy in the kind of a state I was sinking into to think clearly. Instead of touching my clit, he simply blew air on it… and God, it was enough to make me so wet I could feel it sliding down my thigh.

Daddy smiled and reminded me, “There’s no point in getting so excited, you’re just going to make this harder on yourself. This isn’t about your pleasure. It’s about me taking it away from you. Touching your clit or being allowed to fill your worthless whore holes is a privilege. I’m doing you a favor by teaching you that, my stupid, beautiful pet.”

I again moaned through the gag. It might not be about my pleasure, but this was the horniest I had been in so long. What was happening to me? Why did I love him saying these things to me? Why did I already want more and it hadn’t even started yet?

My thoughts were interrupted by him lifting me up to put the belt in place. He carefully secured everything in the right place, the main strap of the belt fitting perfectly at my waist and secured to the front of the belt. As it was tightened, I felt it press against my unused pussy and in the best way ever, I wanted to cry. I had never wanted and not wanted something so much at the same time, my mind was going in so many directions, and all of them were filthy. I heard a snap and I could see the lock had been shut, sealing the deal.

I was at his mercy, and by the smile on Daddy’s face, I knew he was thinking the same thing. He owned my pussy completely now. I’d never cum without his permission again, or even want to for that matter. He moved around to the side of me and pulled out his rock-hard cock, inches from my face. I was confused, still gagged, I didn’t know how to please him.

He smacked his cock against my face and said, “Good girls get dick. Stupid sluts like you have to learn. You do not deserve to pleasure me, you’re lucky to even watch. Why would you deserve me? What idiot would think that, anyway!?” While he spoke, he collected all the drool off my chin with the tip of his penis and smeared it around my face.

“I’m going to deny you until I don’t think you can take more. Then if you’re lucky I might let you cum, but I’ll probably just ruin it. I see you for what you are. A selfish little bitch who can’t keep her hands off her clit. You need to learn and thankfully I’m going to teach you, happy or not. Do you understand, slut?”

I shook my head yes. I understood but I was confused why he didn’t want to use my mouth as a fuckhole. It sunk it later that was exactly why, I shouldn’t expect anything, and should be grateful for anything Daddy offered me. Even just to watch. I was learning obedience.

He kept stroking his cock, right out of my reach. My eyes didn’t leave his hard dick, each drop of precum sliding from his head made me an extra level of turned-on. I could tell he was close when he grabbed me by the hair, twisted my face towards him, and came all over the gag in my mouth so hard, and so much at once. I was covered and I couldn’t even taste it, this damn dildo gag preventing me from even a speck of it.

After Daddy came, he yawned. “I think I’m going to bed, slut. Let me untie you. Get used to being horny. You’re not coming for another twenty-three and a half hours.”