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I didn’t have too much time to think about it because Daddy was already squeezing my right nipple into a clamp. There was no doubt that it made my nipple sore, but I also felt an answering excitement between my legs.
He made quick work of clamping both nipples and then tightening the first one slightly. Before I could even ponder the ache deep in my pussy, he had the wand vibrator on my clit again.
Fuck, I wanted to be filled. I was throbbing for it. It was almost torture to be so stimulated and to be denied this whole time. I felt empty.
The wand moved to the butt plug, sending vibrations deep inside me. I was starting to wiggle again, but Daddy was keeping a firm grasp on my legs. The wand moved from my plug up to the clamp on my right nipple. My hips thrust forward. Then it moved to my left nipple while Daddy’s other hand was massaging my pussy.
I moaned with need, with frustration, feeling some drool slip down my cheek. Daddy gave my pussy a small tap with his hand.
A shot of pleasure ricocheted through me. I moaned again.
The vibrator moved back to my butt plug and then I felt a sharper slap against my pussy. My eyes flew open. It was not his hand. He tapped me three times quickly on the pussy with a crop that was shaped like a miniature fly swatter.
The vibrator centered on my clit again. Then my nipples. A hand rubbed my pussy. Tap, tap, tap of the crop on my pussy. My eyes rolled back in my head and I groaned, a drawn-out and desperate sound.
This time, I could feel my orgasm building. If he touched just the tip of his finger inside me, I was sure I’d explode. Instead, he stuck his finger inside my mouth.
The minute he strapped that gag on me, I’d really felt fully out of control. Speaking had been my last line of defense. But now I was restrained. Gagged. Naked. And his finger was working inside my mouth, pressing against my tongue, pushing back too far for comfort and remaining there. I tried to turn my head, but that only triggered my gag reflex. When I stopped gagging, he slid his finger right to the back of my mouth again. There was no escape from it.
At this point, my eyes were watering, and I was a drool factory. The vibrator was rolling over my nipples again. And then, tap, tap, tap on my pussy with the crop.
I was starting to drift.
Vibrator on my butt plug. The finger moving in my mouth. Vibrator on my clit. Fingers massaging my clit.
Nipple clamps being released. Oh, my God. The sensation was explosive.
Tap, tap, tap on my pussy.
The orgasm was indescribable. I saw stars. detonated. And, apparently, dropped all the marbles because everything stopped even though my body was still writhing and moaning in ecstasy.
He leaned over me to unhook my cuffs and then slid my wrists out of them for me since I wasn’t quite capable yet. Then he undid my gag and wiped the drool from my face.
“Good girl.”
My response was almost automatic. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He was looking deep into my eyes, probably trying to assess my condition, but I was feeling the stirrings of other things. “Will you kiss me, Daddy?”
“You take what I give you, Baby Girl.” And then he was picking me up off the ground and carrying me across the room.
We ended up in a small bedroom. He placed me on the bed and I really didn’t have much energy to do anything, let alone check out my surroundings. He handed me an open water bottle that he’d gotten from somewhere in the corner of the room and ordered me to drink.
I took a few sips as he stripped off his shirt. I only had a few seconds to catalog what he looked like shirtless before he climbed onto the bed and slid in behind me, pulling me close to his body and spooning me.
My body was visibly shaking now. He pulled a light sheet over us and began running his hands gently over my skin.
“Talk to me, Baby Girl. Tell me exactly what’s on your mind.”
I closed my eyes and tried to relax. “Oh, so now you want to hear me talk?”
He chuckled. “Yes. It’s important for me to know how you felt about everything. Tell me. What did you like? What did you not like?”
“Um, let’s see. I loved all of it, but I hated all of it, too.”
His hands were rubbing my shoulders, and it felt comforting. “I could tell, but I need you to be more specific.”
I didn’t want to talk. Instead, I wanted to enjoy having his hands on me. I wanted to enjoy being close to him. “Is this the aftercare bullshit? Where you have to analyze every last little thing? Because I don’t want to.”
