Taking Possession

I'm angry.

Angry not at the knowing glances your friends give me when I show up at the bar having finished what I had to do earlier than I expected. I know you've shared some details of our relationship with them and me crying off tonight then showing up out of the blue just reinforces what they think they know about our relationship. That's ok, it doesn't bother me, they know nothing of Daddy and his girl so they're only half seeing things. I know they see you as everyone else sees you - the strong, confident willful woman you are and me, while I'm the idiot who lucked out with you but seems to be doing all I can to fuck it up by being a Neanderthal.

I can't blame them really, sometimes I have let my facade slip while we're in company and let elements of Daddy emerge. Anyway like I said I'm angry but not because of them.

Nor am I angry at the lustful glances being fired your way by every man in the bar. Its something I've gotten used to and in all honesty it makes me feel a little smug and self satisfied.

All they see is the shell of you, the beautiful face, the incredible figure, the easy smile that makes your eyes sparkle. I on the other hand get what's behind the sparkling eyes as well as the beautiful exterior. So no that's not why I'm angry.

I'm not even angry that from time to time you seem to be egging the admirers on. I know that this is your way. I know that you're just being you but I know they don't see it like that.

No that's not why I'm angry.

I'm angry because you look like a slut. No better than the tramps that walk around town with all their wares on display for the world to see.

Granted you're dressed far more demurely than those sluts but that's beside the point. You know how I feel about you showing cleavage and at this point in time you're showing far too much. Add to that the fact that your nipples are clearly seen pushing against your shirt and yes, I'm angry.

In fact I'm furious. The rough treatment I gave your nipples earlier is no mitigation for them being erect. If you didn't have too many buttons opened and too much cleavage on display your tits wouldn't be cold and your nipples wouldn't be erect.

Your eyes latch onto mine and in mid sentence you stop and smile hesitantly. Happy to see me but mindful too of how you're dressed.

You lean in and kiss me hello. I return the kiss and tell you I'm going to the bar.

I catch the barman's eye and order my drink. In the mirror behind him I see you break away from your friends and turn to follow me, fiddling with your buttons as you near.

By the time you're behind me you've succeeded in restoring your shirt to an appropriate state and you lean in and whisper in my ear.

"Hello Daddy."

As always I harden at those words. They still hold the resonance they held when I first heard you say them. I will never grow tired of hearing those words from your lips. However they havent altered my mood. I'm still angry.

I half turn from the bar to face you. You can see that something is wrong. You know what it is and you lower your eyes and mumble.

"I'm sorry."

I smile, mindful that your friends are watching and not wanting to them anymore fodder to feed their ignorance. I lean in to kiss you and whisper in your ear.

"That's ok baby, I know you're sorry but not as sorry as you're going to be later, now unbutton your shirt again and be the slut you are."

I turn from you and lift my drink from the bar, spying you undoing your buttons once again as I wait for my change. I follow you back to the group and we join in with the banter.

Standing close as always, sharing secret touches and glances, laughing and smiling in our normal relaxed manner. All is perfect.

But.

But we both know that later on when we're alone you'll pay for your indiscretion.

The rest of the evening passes as they always do. Us enjoying ourselves, both of us at our vanilla best but with an almost palpable air of tension and excitement between us, you knowing I'm angry and my anger coiled like a serpent in the pit of my stomach.

True to form we're first to leave, not wanting to wait around for taxis like the rest of our friends. Instead we hit the street and almost immediately we catch a cab.

I move to the door and hold it open for you. You may have acted like a whore but you're still my Baby. I go to the other side and move to you, sliding across the gap between us to wrap my arm around you and moving so you can rest your head on my shoulder.

The cab pulls away from the pavement and you whisper in my ear.

"I I I'm sorry Daddy I didn't realise you'd be in."

I move a finger to your lips to silence you and reply.

"You will be sorry now hush Baby, get some rest, it's going to be a long night."

You look into my eyes. In your eyes I recognise the look I know all too well - my Babyslut is horny. My dirty little cumwhore is excited at the promise of what's to come. I smile and pat your knee, the inner cogs working in my head on what my retribution is to be. You reach down and place your hand over mine, pulling my hand so it glides up your leg and you push it between your legs so i can feel the familiar heat and softness of your cunni.

Not needing any further encouragement I press down where I know your clit is - even through your trousers. You part your legs and tilt your hips to push against my fingertips. I can feel the outline of your underwear against my fingertips. I know that as much as I can feel the lace rub against my fingertips, that friction is mirrored and magnified against your engorged clit.

I continue with my caressing of your cunt, slow and easy, not wanting to let the driver know what we're doing. I know by your movements that you're at the precipice and that all it will take from me is a tiny push to send you falling over the edge and into orgasm.

But.

But not now. Instead I close my hand and trap your labia between my palm and fingertips. I squeeze. I feel your body stiffen and I watch as you move your hand to stifle the yelp of pain that I know you want to let out. I lean across and whisper.

"I told you you'd be sorry now take this as a down payment on that, slut!"

You meekly nod and we both settle back in our seats not another word spoken during the rest of our journey.

When the cab comes to a stop I pay the driver and we make our way to the house. I tell you I want to get some water and that you should go and wait upstairs for me. I call after you as you tentatively mount the stairs that you can cover up now and stop being a slut. I down the water and as I turn to follow you to the bedroom when a pile on the counter catches my eye.

The synapses in my brain fire and an idea quickly forms. I grab and pocket three of the items from the pile and follow you, moving more slowly than you did, playing with my idea over and over, loving how hard it's making me, how hard you're making me and loving too the knowledge that my slow ascent is heightening the tension you're feeling.

The door is barely ajar when I get to the landing, as if you half closing it will delay the inevitable. I push it fully open and see you sitting on the edge of the bed, shirt buttoned to the neck. Your eyes are downcast and your hands are palm down on your legs.

I move and stand in front of you not uttering a word. Drawing out the tension for you and the anticipation for me.

Without warning I take a handful of your hair and roughly jerk your head back until you're looking into my eyes. My voice is little more than a whisper when I ask you.

"Are you ready for your punishment?"

You nod and I undo my jeans. I ease my hardness out of my boxers and pull your face to my groin, your mouth open, eager to take what Daddy is going to give you.

But.

But I stop short of your inviting mouth and taking my shaft between my fingers I cockslap both your cheeks with the head.

"Slut!"

Slap

"Yes Daddy."

"Whore."

Slap slap slap

"Yes Daddy." Is your breathless reply.

"You want me in your mouth don't you?"

"Yes Daddy."

"No, you'd only enjoy that."

I pull my erect cock back from your face and tell you to stand. You comply and when you're in front of me I grab your shirt and rip it apart, buttons flying in all directions.

"You have no right to Dress like a good girl then have you?"

Your reply is barely audible, "No Daddy."

I move my hands to your bra and repeat the process with your shirt, your full breasts spilling free, your nipples now more erect than ever.

"Sit back down."

You do so. Knowing that to resist now would only serve to anger me more.

"Now you're going to put those tits of yours to good use, wrap them around my cock."

You do so and immediately my cock is enveloped by their firmness.

"Oh yes good girl, you know what to do, slowly slut, I'm not wasting any cum on a dirty whore like you."

You slow your motions as instructed, knowing that ultimately it will work for your benefit.

"That's better slut now suck me, suck my cock while you wank it with your tits."

You bend your head and as you push your tits down along my cock you take the blood engorged head in your mouth.

"Oh yes. You're such a good cumslut, don't stop, don't you dare stop."

Again you do as you're told. Working my prick with your tits and mouth in perfect unison. I wait until your tits are on a downsroke and your mouth is ready to suck me again before I make my next move. I thrust my hips forward and ram my cock into your mouth. The movement is so unexpected by you that I'm buried to the hilt and you're gagging on my cock before you can react and move to pull away.

"Oh no you don't whore."

I grab your hair and pull you back to me so that I can roughly fuck your mouth again. Over and over, me pushing my cock, you trying to resist, me pulling harder and harder on your hair until I'm pounding your mouth and making you gag. I feel I'm at my own precipice now, too early, it's always to early when I'm with you so I stop my thrusting.

I pull my cock away and place my hands on your shoulders pushing you down onto the bed, your legs hanging over the edge. I reach down and remove your trousers and climb up and straddle your face, my heavy balls mere inches from your mouth.

"Lick My balls slut."

Your tongue darts from your mouth and you lap at my hairy cumfilled balls. I lower myself and you take my balks into your mouth, sucking and licking them like the whore you are. I lift and my saliva coated balls are free from your mouth once again. I push down and circling my hips I press them into your face, leaving a trail of your spit on your face as I do. I push my hips further forward and rest there.

"Lick Daddy's ass like the greedy slut you are."

You hesitate. I know that you're going to defy my so I reach back and with an open hand slap you hard. My aim is perfect and I feel your full lips beneath my fingers.

"Lick Daddy's ass whore!" My voice rising now, knowing that you're conflicted on this, knowing it's something you've never done before.

Again nothing so this time I slap you harder, three times, so quickly the slaps seem to merge into one. You whimper but still your tongue stays behind your lips.

I reach back and this time I take a handful of your pubic hair and pull it until you relent and hesitantly begin to explore between my ass cheeks with your tongue.

"What kind of a slut are you? Do it like you fucking mean it!"

With that I lower myself onto your mouth, feeling your tongue at my hole. Back and forth I move my hips so my ass is covering your face and my rigid cock is bouncing around in front of me. Satisfied that you've done what I asked I climb off you and sink to my knees in front of you.

I roughly part your legs and without warning I push two fingers deep into your pussy, surprised at the resistance my fingers meet in your unusually dry hole.

"Oh you're not so wet now are you cunt?" Is all I can manage, my mind adjusting to the concept of you not being wet when we're naked together.

I continue to roughly finger you, not caring that your cunt isn't ready for the assault, not caring that you'll be sore tomorrow. Faster and harder I push and pull, fingers disappearing as deep as I can push.

Without breaking rhythm I move up on you. Taking your nipples between my teeth and biting. As always the effect is instantaneous and I feel your juices start to flow. Thick and creamy. I pull my head back, stretching your nipples as I move to your clit and begin to circle.

Once again your hips match my rhythm and before long you're close to coming over my fingers.

"Not yet slut."

I stop at your clit and tell you to move up on the bed. You lay on the pillow, your hair fanned out around you, makeup smudged and your nipples red from the rough treatment.

"Close your eyes and open your legs for me."

You spread your legs and I slide down between them, pausing for a moment before I bury my face between them and slowly lap at your now sodden pussy. Over and over I lick, your juices sweet on my tongue, your scent musky in my nostrils. I lose all control and greedily devour your tight snatch. Lapping your clit, tongue fucking you, finger fucking you until I feel your orgasm approach once again.

Without breaking rhythm I reach into my pocket and take out two of the items I took off the counter and when I feel your orgasm begin to wash over you I clamp both clothespegs onto your hard, tender nipples. You move to sit up but I push down on your arms, trapping you, still eating your cunt until the whimper of pain is replaced with a scream of orgasm as you come into my mouth.

"On your hands and knees, now! Don't even think of freeing your nipples."

You do as you're told and I stand and remove my clothes, leaving my jeans and the third peg within easy reach. I move behind you and with a sigh I ram my cock into your pussy. I place my hands on your hips and fuck you hard, my balls slapping against your soggy cunt. Over and over I push. Deeper and deeper. My hands hands pulling at your hips. My hands pulling your hair. My hands squeezing the clamps on your nipples. My hands coming down down down onto your soft full ass over and over until it's glowing red.

I know you're playing with your clit, I can feel your fingers against my balls. I know you're going to orgasm again so I move your hand away and replace it with my own, circling your clit, reaching for the third peg as I withdraw from you, feeling your body shudder as another orgasm begins and with the same timing as before I clamp the third peg onto your clit just as your orgasm takes over while at the same time ramming my cock into your tight ass.

"Are you sorry slut?"

"YESSS"

"Will you dress like a whore again?"

"NOOOOO."

"Will you do as I say?"

"ALWAAAAYS."

"Good girl, Daddy has a gift for you. You can remove the clamps and lay on your back, no peeking."

I reach behind the pillows and pull out the real reason I couldn't join you earlier. The real reason I was delayed. I open the polished wooden box and lift the contents from the satin lining.

I turn to you and lift your head and slip it around your neck. The fit is perfect. Not loose, not tight, perfect.

"You can open your eyes now."

You look into my eyes as you run your fingers over your gift.

"It it it's beautiful Daddy, thank you".

A short time later a single tear escapes your eye as we make love. The first time of many that we'll make love with your leather collar around your neck.