Control

His hands still clenching my small wrists, I led them up my shirt so he could fondle my breasts as he licked my pussy. He took the lead on my tits, squeezing and kneading them, giving me the freedom to run my fingers through his soft, curly hair.

I felt one of his hands leave my breast, then a tug at my panties. "Uh uh." I pulled my panties up tight with one hand. He then pulled the middle of my panties to the side and licked at my bare slit. I wouldn't dare stop him at this point. He was ravenous and it felt too good. I loved how hungrily he ate my pussy, like he got more pleasure from it than I did. It was sheer bliss and I started to squirm and moan aloud.

To have him tasting me was heavenly, but still wasn't enough though. It always seemed to bring me close to the edge but not quite over it. I needed him inside me. I pulled him up by his ears to meet face to face. He thought it a sign that I wanted to kiss, but I was just trying to reach his belt buckle. Though I usually didn't kiss him on the lips since our breakup, I decided it was a fair trade, tongue for dick.

He lead the kiss with his slick tongue, plunging it into my mouth prompting me to suck and slurp my juices off. I fidgeted with his belt until it came aloose and pulled it free, tossing it away. He continued to lap at my soft lips and warm mouth sloppily, smearing our saliva all over our faces and I pushed his blue jeans down to mid thigh.

He sat up on his knees between my wide open legs, the print of his hard rod visible through tight, grey boxer briefs. He allowed me to do the reveal, slowly yanking down on the elastic waistband until his meaty cock flung out, bobbing a little before pointing straight at me. He pushed his underwear down around his thighs as I admired his cock in my hand. It was rock hard, throbbing and feverish. I was so eager to have it in me, my pussy drooled for it.

"Fuck me, daddy!" My mind hadn't even formed the words before they spilled out my mouth. Felix loved for me to call him "daddy". He often demanded it during sex when we were together but I usually was reluctant, lest all the power shift in his favor. But I was just so horny I couldn't help but blurt it out.

My plea must have struck a chord with him because he immediately flipped me over onto my stomach and pulled my panties down. He lifted my ass up so that I sat on my knees and kept my face down in the couch cushions. I awaited penetration but somewhere in the back of my mind, clouded by intense lust was the concern that I was about to disobey daddy.

I suppressed my conscience as he slid his cock deep inside my drooling cunt from behind, making me cry out into the couch cushions. He stroked my pussy slowly, all the way in then back almost all the way out. He fucked me at his nice and easy pace until I was shaky, cooing softly and almost euphoric.

Felix was an asshole who wanted nothing but sex from me, but he fucked me as if he were in love with me and I relished in it, such a guilty pleasure. I almost wanted to tell Mona what she was missing but that would probably mean I couldn't have him any more. And being surrounded by unavailable men, I needed a quick fix who was available at any time.

Felix gripped my hips tight and thrust hard, his hips slapping against my ample ass, surprising and exciting me at the same time. I lifted my head, arched my back and yelped at the sudden jolt. He parked his cock deep inside me, leaning in and whispering aggressively, "now, beg daddy to fuck you how you want!"

I hated myself for melting into him so easily. "Yes, daddy! Fuck me hard and make me cum. I want it! Please, daddy!"

He nipped at my ear as I begged him to fuck me, calling him daddy more times and yelling louder than I'm comfortable admitting. He thrust hard again, causing me to shout. Then again and again establishing steady, powerful rhythm. It felt so good I could have cried, in fact, my eyes teared up as I was lost in pleasure.

He fucked me hard for who knows how long, me begging 'daddy' to make me cum. And he did twice, causing me to shiver, weaken and slump as he continued to impale me hard. He never even gave me a chance to rest and recover from the first orgasm, he just kept going, bringing the second one not long after.

He always had amazing stamina. I didn't understand how he did it. Most guys came before I even got my first orgasm and would have to finish me with tongue or fingers, or I would do it myself. But not Felix. He was a damn machine, and only came when he wanted to.

"Cum, daddy! I want you to cum on me!" I shouted, sure my body would implode if I had another orgasm.

"Wherever I want?"

"Yes, daddy!" I knew where he would cum, the only place on my body that was always off limits to his or any cock. I decided I could at least let him cream it if he couldn't enter.

He grabbed both my small hands and placed them on my round ass cheeks, I held them apart for him. Felix's meat made a sloppy suction noise as the head popped out of my cum-flooded hole. And before I knew it he was squirting my asshole with his balm in strong spurts that dripped down over my ravaged slit.

Fully sated, I just collapsed into the couch and fell asleep almost instantly. The last thing I remembered was Felix massaging my ass cheeks, his semen a river between them.

Thankfully, Felix had the presence of mind to pull my panties back up and shirt down in my sleep so I didn't look like a complete slut when Jess got home. He even covered me with a blanket - such a perfect ass hole.

*****

The next morning felt strange. Though I sometimes regretted sleeping with Felix after we broke up, this felt different. I didn't feel just like a stupid slut who can't leave her ex alone, but like I had cheated on someone. The guilt grew as the hours past until it became strong enough to bring me to tears. What the hell is wrong with me? I thought as I wept in the mirror in my bedroom. I had no idea why I felt so remorseful for something I had done so many times that I had almost gotten used to it.

Then I remembered the vow I made to my daddy and realized that that had to be the reason. It's the only explanation that came close to making any sense, even though it didn't. How could mere words be so binding? How could transgressing his orders bring such bitter regret? I had no idea but I knew that I could never do that again. I spent the rest of the week being a good girl like I had planned to in the first place.

*****

I was a little trepidatious as Wednesday rolled around. I feared what daddy might say about my disobedience but I also was excited to tell him how his treatment seemed like it was going to work. After I left work I came straight to daddy's office, partially to get it over with and partly because I was excited to see him again.

As I waited for his previous patient to leave, I resolved to simply omit Friday from my memory. What daddy doesn't know won't hurt him, I thought. And since I hadn't had sex since understanding the emotional consequences, I figured it was a small omission.

"So, how was your first week?" Daddy asked as I laid on the leather lounge in his office. The first thing that came to mind was Felix's tongue on my hot flesh, which made me extremely nervous. The images in my head accused me and I started to feel the guilt of Saturday morning.

I managed to tell him all the boring details of my week, keeping my latest sexual exploit to myself. At the end of my edited tale, I started to feel relief that I got through it without confessing.

"So, you didn't have sex?" he asked, not even in an accusing tone but the bluntness of the question startled me. I fixed my lips to lie but words wouldn't even form. I will not lie to you. I will submit to you. The clause of my vow that I was trying to violate flashed in my mind. I couldn't do it! The truth was boiling in me and it felt like I was going to burst.

"I'm sorry daddy, I did have sex!" I shouted abruptly like a baloon had burst. Damn, what kind of magic, voodoo, witch doctor did they get this vow idea from? I questioned inaudibly.

Daddy sat and thought for a second. "Repeat your vow to me," he demanded with a stern tone.

Dammit, this again...

"Where's your phone? Or I can look it up on m-"

"No. No phone. I'm sure you haven't forgotten."

I looked puzzled. It was quite a bit of literature to remember, and I didn't even know I was supposed to be memorizing it. How was I supposed to know it by heart already? Daddy's tone and anticipatory look forced me to at least try.

"I, Aaliyah Sierra Carter, relinquish control of myself to you, Reginald Marcus Carter," I realized I knew every line by heart. Amazing. "I am yours. My body belongs to you. My breasts belong to you. My ass is yours. My pussy is yours. I pledge my obedience to you alone. I pledge my complete loyalty to only you. I will not lie to you. I will submit to you. You are my master, my commander, my owner." My pussy stirred again as I recited my vow.

"So, you claim that your pussy is mine, but you give it to another man." Daddy's chide was so steely, it was intimidating me and turning me on at the same time. It was as if daddy was my lover, jealous I had slept with another man - a fantasy I never had until just then.

"But, daddy, my pussy is yours! I felt so guilty afterw-"

"Sh!" daddy shushed me sharply. "Tell me exactly how you gave my pussy away."

"I... I... called Felix over. And... we had sex," I said quietly.

"Be precise. Be detailed. Tell me everything you let him do my property," daddy demanded.

I took a breath, then told him every embarrassing detail. How Felix came over and I let him squeeze my titties and licked my pussy, how he fucked me good and how he came on my asshole. I showed him the barely visible purple hickies Felix left on my neck and inner thighs too. I divulged everything. I tried to tell him again how guilty I felt but he wouldn't hear it, and said that I still needed to be punished for my unfaithfulness.

"Ok, daddy. Punish me. I deserve it. I've been bad and I know you'll help me to be obedient. Whatever you choose, I'll accept, and I'll take it like a good girl," I promised him, feeling much more submissive than I did the first session. It was something about being in daddy's presence that made me wanna give myself to him in every way, including sexually. But I knew that was out of the question so I simply desired him to do whatever he wanted with me.

Daddy had me stand up and he sat on the leather chaise lounge sideways. He then instructed me to lie across his lap. I couldn't believe it. There I was, a fully grown woman, standing there in business attire and heels, about to be spanked like I was a little girl. But I knew I had no choice but to comply.

"This skirt is so tight... and short," daddy said before he lifted my black miniskirt, exposing my panties. "And why do you wear such sexy panties?"

It took a second for me to remember which pair I was wearing - the neon pink, mesh thong that was sheer at the crotch. Shit. I was already embarrassed that my daddy was seeing my likely wet panties for the second time, and now I had to tell him that I liked how sexy they made me feel. "It makes me feel really sexy when I wear panties like these. Especially at work. I love feeling like an undercover slut." Too much information, I ruminated, but couldn't help but be honest.

"Well, from now on I want you to wear modest panties. No lace, no thongs or strings, and no cheekies. Only wear full cotton panties. I don't even want you to feel like a slut anymore. And wear looser skirts, the kind you used to wear to school, with stockings, pantyhose or knee high socks," he commanded.

"Yes, sir."

"Now," daddy said while sliding my panties down and off. He inhaled deeply behind my back before he continued. Did daddy just sniff my underwear? I hoped to god he did. "I'll be keeping these too. All of your whorish panties are mine until you're cured."

"Yes, sir."

"Now listen. The reason I chose this punishment is because, per the parameters of the treatment plan, all insurrections must be met with consequences of an erotic nature. There's even a list of acceptable corrective measures. They are all designed to correlate suffering with your out-of-control libido," he explained.

It made sense to me, but was also degrading. I was being treated like a dog whose nose you'd shove into the pissy carpet before you whack its nose with newspaper. I hadn't been spanked since the first grade when I set Jessica's shoe on fire and now I was enduring the same punishment at twenty-four to prevent fucking her boyfriend. How poetic.

Daddy's heavy hand unexpectedly descended on my round right cheek with a smack. "Ouch!" I exclaimed more out of surprise than pain. I jolted in his lap, keeping my knees together and my tippy toes on the floor for balance.

"That's for wearing such slutty clothes!" Daddy said as he raised his hand again.

Whack! The second strike was harder, stinging my left ass cheek causing me to hiss in pain.

"And that's for letting that boy touch my property!"

Smack! "And letting him kiss it!" Smack! "And for allowing him to pull your slutty panties down!" Whack! "And letting him put his penis where it doesn't belong, inside this pussy that no longer belongs to you!" Slap! And for the cum that he sprayed in this ass!"

His hits got harder and harder as he continued and I was thrashing on his lap, whimpering in agony but extremely horny. Being controlled always turned me on, even if it was my own father - a fact I discovered at the worst possible time. I was gushing between my legs and I wondered if daddy could see my wetness from where he sat.

"Now tell me the truth, Aaliyah. Did you let him fuck your asshole!?" Daddy accused.

"No... no, I didn't!" I whimpered.

Whack! "Tell me the truth!"

"I swear! I don't even like it in the butt! I just let him cum on it. I'm not lying!" I cried.

He didn't spank me again but squeezed hard enough for it to be painful. "Why? Don't all sluts like their asses fucked?" daddy said through gritted teeth.

"Not me. It hurts too much!"

Whack! "Wrong answer! You don't like it because you're not a slut anymore. And you didn't let him have you're asshole because it's not yours to give away, right!" It was a statement, definitely not a question.

"Yes, sir. Right!"

Slap! "Now tell me why he couldn't stick it in this ass again!"

"Oooooph! Because... I'm not a slut... and because it's not mine to give away! Please, daddy! It hurts!" I cried out.

He squeezed again rather than swatting, a good sign that my compassionate daddy was still somewhere inside this mad doctor. "So whose is it, then?"

"Its yours," I confessed. "And so are my breasts. And so is my pussy. I'm completely yours daddy! I'm so sorry I gave him what's yours and I swear I'll never do it again," I promised, not wanting to endure another electrifying blow.

"Good girl," he said calmly, finally relaxing his hand on my bottom.

Through all the jostling during my spanking, I felt something poking my waist. I was certain it had to be daddy's wood. He was in a rather erotic position, with an excellent view. Felix had always commented on how my ass jiggled when he slapped it and I bet it was the sight of my bouncy booty that got daddy hard.

But it wasn't his fault, though. It was mine for acting like such a disobedient slut and making him punish me like this. A man can only be so close to a sexy girl before his body reacts of it's own accord. It didn't mean anything to him, I was sure, but it still turned me on to know daddy's cock liked my body lying on it.

Once daddy finished wearing my bottom out, he soothed me by spreading some type of cool salve to my stinging skin. As he rubbed the cream into my apple, sometimes my cheeks would spread apart enough that I could feel the cool air in between my crack, making me feel so exposed underneath daddy's eye. I was sure he could see my vagina from there too but what objection could I have if he could? After all, it was his pussy anyway.

"Now, are you gonna be obedient from now on?" Daddy asked as he pulled my skirt back down over my ass.

"Yes, sir. I promise. I've learned my lesson." I pouted as I stood up, wiping the tears from the corners of my eyes and my cheeks.

"Aww, sweetie. I'm so sorry I had to punish you. And it hurts me to see you in pain, trust me. But the sooner you learn to obey, the sooner we can get through this and put it behind us," Daddy said with regret evident in his voice, standing to rub both my shoulders.

"I know. I'll be good this time. You'll see."

"And remember," Daddy said as he walked me to the door of his office, "no sex of any kind. And if you get too turned on just call me and I'll try and talk you down. I don't want to have to do this again."

"Ok, daddy," I said and then gave him a big hug. He really didn't like seeing me in pain - either that or he was embarrassed that I felt his manhood rise while he was punishing me.

I left daddy's office for the second time without the panties I came there in. And though I felt a little exposed, the cool wind flowing up my skirt was surprisingly comfortable, if not a bit naughty. But that's exactly what I didn't need, to feel slutty enough throughout the week to call another guy over. I went to the department store to buy some safe underwear.

I left with a six pack of white cotton briefs with different color trim. I went the last few hours of the day panty-less and resolved to start wearing the panties of a good little girl the following day. Also, I would wear knee length skirts instead of a mini, with stockings, pantyhose or high socks. It didn't bother me much because I was a bit of a fashionista and could look cute given any restrictions.

Thursday and Friday were pretty much a breeze. I wasn't overwhelming horny, even though, for some reason, I almost had a sex dream about daddy but woke up right before anything happened. The horniness would fade once I got moving and I never even came close to calling Felix. I was proud of myself.

Friday after work, Jessica sent me a text inviting me out to dinner with her boyfriend, Francis. I figured as long as she was there with us I was completely safe. Frank and I had talked a long time ago about our little mistake and we both regretted it and promised it would never happen again. And surprisingly he stood true to his word, never even flashing a suggestive look my way when he came over. If ever Jess left us alone for even a minute - which was rare since she knew my appetite - he would find an excuse to leave or take a long bathroom break until she reappeared. It was frustrating because those were prime opportunities to sneak in a quickie, but I respected him for being so faithful to my best friend.

I went from work to the Italian restaurant Jess sent me the location to. It was a lively atmosphere with a live band, a bar, and a pretty crowded dining arrangement that was meant to encourage social interaction rather than seclusion. The lighting was also a little dim, giving us a sense of privacy at our booth along the side wall.

The three of us ate delicious food, listened to great music, drank strong wine, and had a genuinely good time. It was a pretty high priced place, and I figured I could treat myself this once, but they insisted that the night was on them, which wasn't the most odd thing. Jess was a great friend. But after a while, the two started whispering among themselves, making me a bit nervous at first. It had seemed like a mini argument and I started to feel awkward until Frank spoke up, seemingly pressed by Jessica to share something.

"Ok, Aaliyah. So... today is our one year anniversary..." he started.