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Weekend with Daddy....
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Weekend with Daddy.... I had just gotten my first spanking. We'd been role-playing for an hour, and I was the unmerciful brat now being punished for the way I teased Big Daddy. He violently strewn me across his lap, and wailed on my back side. Oddly, he commented on my need to be a good girl tonight, as my ass turned a nice shade of rouge. In contrast, he absentmindedly ran ice across my cheeks to soothe the heat from my body. Slowly ice melted and caused rivulets of water to run between my legs chilling my pussy lips. I twitched in pleasure and also from the delicious discomfort. Daddy held me firmly as I tried to wiggle out from the coolness ‒ but he would not allow me to break free. I suffered through his ice warm torture. I had been expecting this particular playtime to happen sometime this week and was surprised by how Daddy prepared for our moment together. He had bought certain "paraphernalia" to facilitate it. It was all waiting in the garage. There wasn't a set time for this to happen and that, as we knew, almost always made it better... the element of surprise. Daddy lifted me off his lap and instructed me to stand in front of him, facing the wall. My white cotton dress bunched up around my waist. He admired the way I stood. Head down. Ashamed. My butt cheeks were still stinging hot. Daddy couldn't help but also admire my ass and how nice and wet it was. His large red handprints contrasted against my milky white skin. He massaged my crotch for a bit but knew he should control himself. It was time for us to move to the next phase. We went to the garage where Daddy ordered me to strip naked. He slowly approached his lil bratty girl. Delicious fear and anticipation showed on my face and he relished every moment of it. He told me to play with my pussy and bring myself as close to orgasm as possible without letting it go. I didn’t immediately respond, so Daddy lifted my head by my chin and asked if I understood. I nervously nodded and I then grinned. My hands moved down my body and I started to play with my velvety wet pussy. Daddy cupped my full breasts, gently kneading them and then softly stimulated my nipples. A moan escaped my parted lips and my body weakened. Daddy kissed my soft lips and whispered in my ear. "Don't open your eyes and don't stop." I enjoyed this too much to do otherwise. Daddy blindfolded me as he laced up my body with some sort of soft nylon rope. He left some parts of my body free so I could continue with my masturbation. Again Daddy told me to bring myself to the edge of orgasm but under no circumstances was I allowed to give myself that pleasure of cumming. I heard Daddy moving things around and wonder what was to come next. I feared I would like it. My body was starting to shudder as I made some tortured whimpering sounds. Moving my hands away, soaking wet, from my pussy. I hadn’t cum and Daddy knew it was hard for me. Daddies’ slut was such a good girl. He laid me down on the garage floor. The cold concrete kissed my flesh. My attraction to cold was going to play into Daddies’ fantasy though I didn't know it yet. He hogtied me and attached a carabineer to the point where the ropes met. About 3 feet above the small of my back became the perfect balancing point. A chain was then attached to the carabineer. I was ready. Daddy checked the knots and made sure I was snug but not too snug. Moving to the corner of the room he lifted me off the floor using a pulley. The loud sound of the chain clinking caused a new stimulation with me. I was now suspended in the air. Dangling. Exposed. The block of ice Daddy bought before and had been storing in the industrial freezer and now was slid under my body. Daddy debated whether he should remove my blindfold or not and decided that my being able to see my body approaching the ice would drive me crazy. Daddy was forced to do it. He took off my blindfold and all I could utter was "oh my god” as he slowly lowered me down to the block of ice. My nipples were the first part of my body to kiss the cold ice. I wriggled and squealed. Daddy lowered me down more so more of my body could touch the ice. I really thought this was the moment he'd been building to, but it was actually a step along the way. He locked the chain so I wouldn't fall and he could tend to other things. Daddy then turned on the garden hose (about 50% pressure) and aimed the silver gun at my pussy. It was quite a garden hose gun. It was more like a shower head with different settings. It could pulse, be focused or diffuse. Why anyone would need this for a garden was beyond me. It served its purpose perfectly for this activity. When the water turned nice and cold, Daddy sprayed the inside walls of my pussy. I yelped and writhed and loved every fuckin' minute of it. I made noises we both never heard before. Daddy switched from a diffuse spray to a more focused one and switched on the pulsating action. I loved it. He sprayed the bottom of my feet, and moved back to my pussy, teased me and dared a little enema, but decided that could be done another time. After a few minutes he stopped and let me just dangle there. Wet and degraded he commented on how elegant his lil brat looked now. Like a piece of art. He circled my body and ran his hands over my wet body. He sported a sinister laugh as he prepared for the next part ‒ as he was certain it would make me crazy. After releasing free, he tenderly rubbed dry my skin as I looked fondly at him. This might have been too much if we didn't trust each other. But we did. I knew he was safe but that he would push me in sexual/psychological directions I'd never explored. Soon after that brief tender moment, Daddy put me into a Plexiglas "aquarium" that was outfitted with two tubes. One was for the garden hose and the other was a breathing tube. Once I was situated comfortably, sitting Indian style, he handed me a<b> waterproof </font></b>vibrator. As the water switched on, cold water poured into the aquarium and I yelped moving to my knees. I begged Daddy to stop and since this wasn't our safe word, it was part our game. Daddy wanted me to show him that I had power and control. He had told me he would release me as soon as I came. And my cumming was on his planned schedule. First he instructed I would have to fellatiate the breathing tube. Daddy said hearing my suckling noises through the air tube was erotic and almost made him cum. Despite my effort, the water level rose and rose. I stopped blowing on the tube as soon as the water hit my pussy. I groaned and whined as Daddy motioned for me to turn on the vibrator. My body undulated and contorted as I tried to bring myself to orgasm as soon as possible. The ice water rose above my belly button now. I bucked and groaned and as the water cupped my breasts I put my mouth back on the breathing tube. Daddy increased the flow of water and told me to orgasm for my Master. My Daddy. My Lover. The water was creeping up to the bottom of my neck when I shuddered, groaned, and it now became primeval. Daddy yanked out the water hose and opened a valve in the back of the tank. The water gushed out onto the floor and went towards the drain in the middle of the room. This lil bratty girl fell back and closed her eyes. Spent and in ecstasy. Daddy said he took me out, and gave me a nice hot bath, I don’t remember all of that as I was floating. I do remember regrouping as we fucked crazy that night. It was a great start to my weekend with Daddy. |
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