Taking the Plunge Bk. 01 Pt. 08

I made the drinks and brought them back quickly, handing Daddy his. We each took a sip, staring at each other, when he shook his head disapprovingly, glancing up at down my body.

I knew why. In my head, I said my first line: 'my name is trisha and Daddy owns my mouth and my pussy.'

I turned to the counter that Daddy was leaning against and leaned forward over it slightly, just a few feet from him, arching my ass out behind me - the 6 inch platforms brought my waist to the perfect height over the countertop. I smoothed out the shiny purple minidress with one hand, just a piece of fabric wrapping my torso announcing my nearly bare ass to be Daddy's property...ohh please own my ass, Daddy, I thought as offered it to him the way I craved.

I rolled my hips around slowly in a circle as we sipped our drinks, occasionally running my hand down my body and licking my lips, staring at Daddy as we took each other in.

"Finish your drink, Trisha," Daddy said, after a few minutes.

I looked at him just a few feet away from me, strong and dominant, and wanted to do something dirty just to let him know how badly I needed this. I tilted my head back with my tongue out, the same as for our 'contract' when he filled my mouth with his delicious cum, and I poured the rest of the scotch and coke from above into my mouth, and swallowed.

I noticed he was massaging his huge bulge now, the way guys with big cocks do in tight boxer shorts, squeezing the outline of it with his palm. Daddy was staring at me with lust and power in his eyes, but something seemed to concern him.

Then he told me what it was:

"I'm giving you a safe word, slut, and the word is 'Red'."

I froze for a split second digesting the serious meaning of this, thinking 'yes red, red, red,' but I didn't answer.

"What is your safe word?"

"Red, Daddy."

"What is your safe word?" He repeated it again in the identical tone of voice.

"Red, Daddy."

"Tell me your safe word," he demanded quickly.

"Red, Daddy!"

"Don't say 'daddy' this time, just tell me your safe word," he said pointedly.

"Red."

He finished his drink and put it down on the counter. I was frozen, slightly bent forward over the counter, my ass and legs exposed and spread a few feet apart.

"Now, the very next time you say it, princess, we stop and take a rest. I won't walk out on you, but no matter what we're doing, we'll stop. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"That's a good little whore. See that paper on the counter next to you, turn it over and read it."

Oh wow....what is....?...I read the first few lines and realized....omg Daddy...Daddy saved this...he printed this out and.....

SMACK!

I felt my bare asscheek explode with bright blue sparks of pain; I cried out and looked back at him. He had spanked me harder and more firmly than he had hit me yet. Even the belt on my ass during my amazing, dripping deepthroat training I realized in that instant, was him going easy on me.

He said deliberately, "Read it to me, you dumb bitch"

Ohhh my ass...yes Daddy.....that was hard.......yes Daddy I thought....it's ok, Daddy gave me a safe word, do I need it?

He was already testing me, pushing things, and he gave me permission to take it or not with the safe word, and himself permission to use me, and when he called me those awful, wonderful names....oh Daddy....

My mind focused and I started to read out loud. It was an except from one of our internet chats; the chat that made me begin to obsess over him, to need him. The passage took place after about an hour where we turned each other on with pictures, dirty talk, and me being captivated by getting into his various fetishes which were all about femming a sissy in often hard ways (and we were both drinking, I found out later.)

I read it to him aloud:

DADDY: baby i want you to tell daddy some things that are your biggest fetishes and turn ons beyond what daddy's fetishes are that you assume too. I like to get into your head and use what you like also, to keep you so connected

TRISHA: yes Daddy...it's so hard to confess my dirtiest secrets to anyone, but to you i have to, i must......ok here goes Daddy

D: that's right baby. I want the dirtiest secrets you hold inside

T: there are two things i really like a lot. first: gagging and choking, long rough use of my mouth and throat, not being afraid to facefuck me, hold me down until i can barely breathe than take it off, make me a mess and fuck with my head while i worship your cock....gagging, choking, drooling...turning my brain off and me into a cockwhore.....that's one

D: fuck I love that so much baby. Daddy loves taking you to the edge of almost blacking you out and fucking the shit out of you while i grab your neck and just use you mindless and so controlled you cant think of anything but being a cockslut, my cockslut. Make you worship me for so so long

give me number two

T: the second one is harder to admit, Daddy, and i really don't have a lot of experience but here goes: i like to be spanked, and more than that, i would like to have a drawer full of things to use on me, floggers, paddles, a belt, a crop. even though other men could look at me in the bars and the street when we are together, and they could fantasize about me [one of his fetishes that we discussed, making me into a piece of eye candy] absolutely no one could lay a hand on me, except you Daddy and by spanking me and learning how to control my pain, you make me give everything to you and only you. it's not done out of anger, but because i need you Daddy i need to give you something special, to make you feel like a man and turn you on, and it turns me on to be demolished like that, until i cant think about anything but collapsing in your arms and onto your cock

D: YES MY BABY GIRL Spanking your ass is so important to our relationship, and you describe it exactly right. Controlling your pain, releasing you from having to think about anything, letting me be the man in our relationship, your Daddy, and getting you into a place in your head where you cant think of anyone or anything else. and you are right baby it's not about anger it's about asserting my masculinity on your femininity and much more

T; yes yes Daddy yes, makes me so happy to admit that to you. i've never told that to anyone. it's something no one else can even imagine between us, and a part of our lives, and proof that i give you everything

I looked up from reading the paper, having just read more words aloud in Trisha's little femme fucktoy voice than I had ever said aloud.

He smiled and came up to me pulling the paper from my hands and slapped me across the face, adding to the growing pink glow on my left cheek.

Ohh Daddy!...I wanted him so bad...I give it all to you Daddy, take me take me please...slap my whore face and take me again please, Daddy!

He kissed me firmly on my other cheek, and I drew a soft excited breath.

Daddy said softly, "I have a present for you, baby girl. On the dresser in the bedroom. Why don't you pick out your favorite and bring it here."

My eyes widened and I looked at him then hurriedly turned around to the bedroom. He playfully patted my ass, making me skip a little as I tried to keep my balance, slut-walking into the bedroom

The dresser, the dresser where is it?? I looked around quickly....oh there....it was the far side of the bed opposite to the minibar. I hadn't even noticed before when I made the drinks.

On top of the dresser, Daddy had neatly laid out four items while I was changing in the bathroom. They were the four from our chat, just what I had asked for, what he made me admit to him just then.

'Ohhhhhh Daddy,' I thought, staring down at them with wide eyes and a suddenly queasy stomach. Lined up neatly on the top of the dresser was:

a black leather paddle, long and rectangular,

a rolled up belt that I found out later, was not really a belt for clothes, but made for this,

a black riding crop,

a stunning 50-tail leather flogger with a red and black woven handle

I scanned them just one time back and forth, because I knew as soon as I saw it. I gingerly reached down and picked up the flogger, feeling it's weight in my hands.

I was starting to breathe heavily as I wondered about the feeling of this beautiful thing, made by human hands to yield by another human against ultimately - me? I turned and held the flogger out in front of me with both hands and stepped out of the bedroom and back to Daddy, as confidently as I could.

He was silent until i got close to him. He made an approving low 'Mmmmm-hmmmm' and I felt waves of submission pass through me, waves of lust and devotion to him, a strange happiness.

I reached the flogger out to him, presenting it to Daddy, offering my body and mind for his pleasure alone.

"I'm gonna wipe that smile right off your pretty face, babygirl."

But he didn't take the flogger from my hands right away; instead he walked to the radio/bluetooth music player thing - you know the kind in all the decent hotels - and to my surprise he turned on some low music. I didn't know what it was, and looking back on it, it could have been most anything. I heard some trance-y, slow electronica beats type of thing, very sensual. I was wondering what Daddy is up to when he came up right behind me and quickly put an arm around my waist, kissing my neck once, ohh Daddy's scratchy beard on my skin.

"I'm glad you picked the flogger, slut. It's my favorite too, and a good way to begin."

He kissed my neck again tenderly with wet lips, sending a shiver through me, turning me on so much. I was scared and just now feeling totally put together after my little, um, breakdown, god I was horny and desperate. I wished so so much that my damn panic attack had never happened, but it did, and he walked me through it, he brought me back...ohh Daddy... what a man I thought...I'm nothing in his arms....

I was still holding out the flogger in both hands with him behind me when he continued, "But you have to earn it, bitch. It's a privilege for a cunt like you."

I felt his strong hands moving to my neck, seeming to wrap one around my tall black vinyl collar, and I suddenly heard a click, then a yank...omg...he pulled me around to him.

Daddy had attached a long thin steel leash to the D-ring in the front of my collar. My clitty was throbbing in my cage, pulsing, trying to get hard suddenly.

"OPEN," he commanded, and I remembered, dropping my jaw for him immediately.

He took the flogger from my hands and placed the handle lengthwise between my teeth.

"CLOSE," he ordered, and I did, gently biting down on it, savoring the taste of the expensive leather on my tongue.

"Hands and knees, bitch," he said sternly and I slowly went down, helped by Daddy offering his strong bear arms as the 6-inch platforms were not cooperating yet. I looked up at him with desperate horny eyes, and he turned away from me holding the leash in his big hand.

I felt a tug, staring at Daddy's strong hairy legs. This was my first time being truly leashed, it took me deep into him, into my submission to him. I needed, craved to serve him, I needed everything that was about to happen, please Daddy, please...

I began crawling behind him, keeping my ass arched up high, one knee in front of the other, when the leash yanked hard.

"Keep up, slut!" he demanded and I quickened my pace, just a few more steps into the living room of the suite around the couch and he sat down on the big armchair and pulled me close to him, not between his legs but just outside of it. My mouth was really filled with the scent and taste of leather now, as he pulled my head up from the leash, to sit back onto my knees, the long tails of the flogger resting on the mini-dress over my non-tits as I arched them out for him presenting like the owned slut I needed to be, as he was training me.

"I put that music on for a whore like you to dance to. Stay on your knees and show Daddy what a dirty little bitch you are, princess, and how bad you want my training."

He kept instructing me, "Kiss it, put it down your throat. Earn it if you really want this."

He was so good and flipping my expectations around, making me do things and think in ways that are deeper than I had thought we would go, manipulating my desires and making me be very clear about them to him, to admit it all, to give it all away for you, Daddy.

I thought about what to do, and heard the low beats playing from the bedroom. I reached up and took the handle of the flogger out of my mouth with both hands. I looked at him, and closed my eyes holding the handle right in front of my lips vertically. I pushed my wet tongue out and licked the length of the handle slowly, opening my eyes to look at him with lust and need as I reached the top.

I squeaked out little moans as I kissed it slowly, moving back down the length, kiss by wet kiss, as if I was worshipping Daddy's cock. Then after covering it, I held my head up straight towards him, letting my jaw drop open and pushing out my wet tongue holding it there. I moved the bottom of the handle to my mouth and stared at him as I pushed in to the back of my fucking whore throat...

It made me gag hard but I didn't pull it out or look away, because...because I accept, Daddy, I accept....as I pushed it in again with another hard gag. My mouth filled up with spit the third time, and I remembered to swallow and the large handle forced it's way into my throat....ohh the feeling of this, so humiliating and so so full of need and lust...in and out I throat fucked myself, letting my mouth drool, my gags come out, and whimpering like Daddy's desperate bimbo...which I was....I am...

"What are you, bitch?" he demanded in a low voice

I pulled the wet handle from my throat, the lust beginning to cloud my brain,

"I'm a stupid painwhore, Daddy."

"Who's painwhore?"

"I'm Daddy's painwhore, I'm Daddy's painwhore!" I said quickly, kissing the handle again now between phrases.

"Mmmm, good girl. Turn around, painwhore, on all fours, show me what you want, slut."

Oh, he was doing it again now, making me ask for it, reminding me of what I wanted, what I had dreamed of and confessed to him. He's making sure I wouldn't break again, that I was so horny and desperate, and somehow reassured through my fears. I turned and aimed my ass right at him, looking back over my shoulder, noticing how shiny the purple slut dress was on my back and ass. I felt so self-conscious of aiming my thonged and plugged ass right at Daddy, offering it, showing it to him the way so many sissies do on line with all of their rear shots...take me Daddy, hurt me, I accept, I accept....

I took the flogger in one hand and let it drape over my ass, moving my hips around sensually, lifting the flogger and bringing it down slowly over my ass, feeling the soft suede tails drip over my bare cheeks. I saw him open his robe a little, and his massive cock bulging in tight black boxer shorts. His hand moved to his bulge and he squeezed slowly...please let me Daddy please, I thought, breathing in and out noisily making a show of my desperation.

"What are you, bitch?" he commanded again, slower this time.

"I'm Daddy's painwhore."

"What do want, painwhore?"

"I want...I want Daddy to...train me," I said, getting a little nervous from the thought of what is going to happen.

"What else, painwhore?"

"I want....Daddy...I want you to....whip me and make me...make me your obedient little slut please Daddy please teach me train me the way you like Daddy please please."

Confessing to him like this, the words started pouring out of me in my highest, most submissive femme voice, Trisha's voice, my voice. On my knees, sensually draping the flogger over my bare cheeks as I asked for a whipping, for his pain, begged for it. I was going fully into that sub-space place where nothing matters but the act itself.

He tugged the leash, and I knew to turn back to him and crawl over. I put the handle lengthwise back into my mouth and took a few small crawls following his tug until I was right in front of him.

"OPEN," he commanded and I did.

He took the flogger from my eager mouth and got up from the chair, dropping his robe back on it.

Ohh Daddy...this was the first time I had seen so much of him: his bare barrel chest, dark hair showing some salt-and-pepper, a line of hair running to under his boxers, his strong thick muscled legs. All I wanted to do was lick him all over, kiss him and be a whore for that body owning me, make me your owned girl please Daddy I thought, almost shaking with lust for him now.

He tugged the leash and ordered: "Get up here, onto the coffee table."

Between the couch and the armchair was a 4 foot sturdy wooden low coffee table, about 2 feet off the floor. It looked expensive and polished. I climbed up onto it, positioning myself on all fours with my ass arched up as high as I could and with my head thrown back, trying to look as slutty as he was making me feel.

He took the looped end of the leash and placed it on the tabletop in front of me then walked behind me, and around me.

I felt his strong hand squeeze my ass, going from cheek to cheek. It was so nice.

SPANK!

And quickly on my other ass cheek with his open palm,

SPANK!

"Ohhhhh!" I cried out

"No whimpering, cunt. A painwhore loves her Daddy's gift, doesn't she?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Tell it to me."

"I...I love my Daddy's gift, I love it so much...I'm Daddy's painwhore!" Hearing myself say these things in my femme slutty high voice..oh wow...

He slapped my ass back and forth few more times, increasing the force upon my reddening cheeks, as I breathed deep and tried not to cry out, just to take it, like in the spanking videos I had watched so many times; the ones where the experienced painsluts are obedient and take it without too much complaint. I always dreamt of what must be going through their minds, and now it's my turn....ohh Daddy's strong big hand, taking what he owns....ohh Daddy please please don't stop, please take me, Daddy break me into pieces....

He told me later that this initial hand spanking was to see if I was really ready for what was about to happen, and I was. I was so ready.

He stepped in front of me and placed his palm, now warm from the impacts on my ass, gently onto my face to calm me.

"Now, princess, I'm going to hit you in groups of five, and after each five, what will you say?"

"Thank you, Daddy?"

"Good girl...breathe in now," and I did taking a long deep breath in as he stepped to his position behind me and to the side a bit, then I felt it.

The flogger.

First, one hard blow with an accompanying WHAP! then again, again, again, and again. Blinding searing heavy pain entered me, radiating from my ass cheeks and coursing through me.

Girls, I don't know if you've been really flogged but it's something unique, at least to me. A heavy flogger like this with 50 leather tails, also pushes your ass muscles forward onto you. It almost feels simultaneously like a mini full-body deep tissue massage taking place in a split second coupled to the stinging dull growing pain of the suede straps singing their song against my skin.

"Oh fuck...," I said uncontrollably, under my breath to myself, then quickly scared that he heard me, I said it: "Thank you, Daddy!"

I heard him become still, and then heard the flogger again, making a wind rushing noise as he brought it down hard...

Once, again, again, again, again!

My eyes were turning red, filling with moisture, and I was breathing deep trying not to cry out.

"Thank you, Daddy!" I burst out through my held breath.

I felt his strong hand on the small of my back pushing downward. I had started to reverse my arch, tucking my ass in under me without realizing it. He said angrily, "Don't you ever hide your ass from me, bitch, understand?"