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Daddy shakes his head. “We’re doing this. I want you to take a deep breath in, and when I say so, slowly let it out. I’m going to push the plug inside you. Don’t worry, I’m going to put some lube on it so it goes in easier. I don’t want you to clench down, or it’s going to hurt, understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I face forward, still holding my cheeks apart as I wait for Daddy to tell me what to do. Nerves run through me as I wait and wait. His hand leaves my back, and I hear something pop and squirt, but I don’t dare turn back. I’m afraid I’m going to pass out if I see him doing whatever he’s doing to the plug before he sticks it in me.

“Take a deep breath in,” Daddy says, and I obey. “Now, slowly let it out.”

Daddy places the tip of the plug against my entrance, and I squeeze down without a second thought.

“Stop clenching,” Daddy reminds me. “Just relax.”

It’s easier said than done, but I do my best to unclench my asshole before letting out the breath. I feel a stretch as Daddy pushes the butt plug inside me… There’s an uncomfortable stretch the further he goes.

“All done,” Daddy says. He taps the end of the butt plug, sending reverberations through me, and I moan.

Clenching my thighs together, I take a deep breath as I try to push through the feeling and not touch myself. How is he expecting me to not get off when it’s inside me?

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Full,” I mumble, not liking the feeling whatsoever.

“Good. Now, I want you to crawl into your cage and stay in there like a good girl while Daddy does some work. Can you do that for Daddy?” he asks, helping me onto the ground.

With every single movement, I can feel the plug move inside of me, rubbing up against my nerve endings and sending sparks of pleasure coursing through me. I never thought I could be turned on from something being inside of me back there. It always seemed so forbidden and nasty, but Daddy showed me something… something I’m not quite sure I’m okay with.

“No touching yourself, either,” Daddy says as he gives my bottom a light tap.

Whining, I look up at him as I shift slightly. “I need you to touch me.”

Daddy shakes his head. “No, I won’t be doing that. You were a naughty girl and decided to touch yourself when Daddy told you not to. You would have been getting pleasure after I finished work. But you decided to touch yourself and get a punishment. Now, crawl into your kennel.”

“But—”

Daddy raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest. “Do you want to end up over my lap again?”

Shaking my head, I crawl into the cage, biting my lip the whole time before settling on top of the blanket. I take several deep breaths as I try to calm myself before I end up touching myself with all this pleasure running through me.

Absolute torture.

“Good girl,” he praises me. “Why don’t you close your eyes and relax while I do this work?”

I do as he says, but anxiety rolls through me when I can’t see him.

“You’ll be here the whole time?” I find myself asking.

“Yes, Little Pet. Daddy isn’t going to go anywhere,” he promises.

I open my eyes and stare at him as he works, but the longer I watch, the more my eyes droop closed, and I find myself falling asleep.

Groaning, I open my eyes, and I’m met with silence. I thought Daddy was here working. Where is all the noise?

“Daddy?” I hesitantly call out as my eyes roam across the room.

The kennel door is shut, not like when I fell asleep. Daddy’s legs are nowhere to be seen. Heart rate spiking, I crawl to the front and grab the bars on the kennel, pulling myself up to a kneeling position. The butt plug moves, turning me on, but I push that thought to the back as anxiety rolls through me like a freight train.

“Daddy!” I shout louder this time as my breathing picks up.

Did he leave me here to die? Tears pool in my eyes as a weight sits on my chest, making it harder to breathe. I grip my throat, begging myself to take a breath, but nothing works.