Taking the Plunge Bk. 02 Pt. 02

"Good girl. Get on your knees; hold the dildo in front of you where I can see your face," he commanded and I could hear the lust growing in his voice.

I dropped to my knees again, in front of the dresser, holding the dildo in both hands pointing at my open mouth.

"Not like that, you dirty slut. Hold it with both hands and present it."

Oh, Daddy. He was going to ritualize our time together, knowing it turned us on so much to wait and make me focus my passion for him. I held the thick 9-inch dildo out like a sacred offering in both hands, showing Daddy this fleshy instrument of pleasure and torture that I would use for him, all for Daddy. My mind was still lightheaded from the belt around my neck, my cheeks red and stinging a bit, and I was falling deep into that sub-space already.

"When I'm on a trip, and we talk like this, it's your job to get me off. Understand, whore?"

"Yes, Daddy," I replied as eagerly as I could, and I meant it.

"I'm going to push you tonight, Trisha. Do you know why?"

"Be..because it pleases you, Daddy?"

"That's right, babygirl, and since your body is mine now, I can do what I want with it. Isn't that right, princess?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl. What is your throat?"

"My...my throat is Daddy's wet open cunt."

Omg. I was using the dirty language he gave me from our hotel date. It turned me on so much to say it, to remember it, to remember Daddy's cock inside me. I felt my clitty start to throb and the jeans suddenly seemed so much tighter on my ass and legs.

He grunted approvingly, moving a hand to his bulge under the hotel robe.

"That's what I want tonight, slut, only your throat. Pledge it to me."

We had spoken during our many internet chats of our mutual kink of a kind of formal behavior, like reinforcing my position under him and my devotion to him by always saying it out loud in different ways. I could feel that dark sissy lust overwhelming me now; he was drawing it out of me. I give everything to you, Daddy.

"I pledge my throat to Daddy, for Daddy's pleasure and use."

"More," he said, his voice getting lower and I saw him adjusting himself in the FaceTime window; and I knew he was opening his robe and taking out that beautiful cock somewhere in a fancy hotel in Europe.

I didn't quite know how to keep pledging so I just let the words tumble out of me, as she took over.

"I...I pledge my whore throat to Daddy and Daddy's cock; Daddy owns my mouth and my cunt throat and I pledge it to Daddy. Please use my mouth cunt and do anything Daddy wants, please Daddy?"

"Why, baby?"

"Because I'm Daddy's fucktoy slut and Daddy owns me."

"Hmmm. Very good, princess, you always make Daddy happy with your eager attitude."

I wanted to burst out in gratitude and say 'thank you, thank you, Daddy,' but I just took a few involuntary quick short breaths of pure, rumbling lust, anticipating the challenges ahead of me. I realize looking back that he withheld his compliments from me, and so any small approval brought a strange, feminine, sissy joy into my heart - I made Daddy happy, and that makes me happy...but my lust for him was overwhelming me, and I smiled only slightly, nodding just a bit. I think he saw it in my eyes.

"Now, babygirl, go to your long mirror. Stick the dildo to the right height when you are sitting on your knees."

I stood up as sensually as I felt, sticking my ass out first and then straightening my knees, looking back at Daddy as I strutted to the full length mirror on the wall, my clear stripper platforms clicking on the hardwood floor.

I got back down onto my knees in front of the mirror and found the right height, jamming the big suction cup onto the mirror. The dildo really looked enormous hanging there, with it's huge balls and wide head - I felt a little fear, knowing that I'd never gotten this thing into any of my holes before. But I had a new appreciation for it after taking Daddy inside me. Now I thought the dildo was gorgeous, a creature unto itself made of pleasure and passion and pain, and somehow connected to Daddy's actual cock through the ether. I hoped he would somehow feel whatever was about to happen.

"I want to see you in profile, bitch, so adjust the phone," he ordered me.

Quickly I crawled back a few feet to the dresser and picked up the phone, moving it to a small end table next to my bed. I propped it up and could see the huge dildo hanging there, with enough room for me to be on my knees and in frame.

"That should do, slut. Get your other drink out and sip it with me, up close."

I opened the small cube fridge and pulled out the second strong whisky and Diet Coke that I had made before. I brought it right up to the phone and took a sip as I looked at Daddy. He had a drink in his hand also, and he was staring at me, right into my eyes.

I waited for another order, but then realized this was the order, to lock eyes with Daddy, to really see each other - and something emotional happened. It was like we suddenly were there together in the same room, touching each other as we both sipped slowly, our eyes meeting in silence, never looking away. I thought I might cry from the feminine, submissive emotions I was feeling but I remember what Daddy told me - 'there is a time to cry, and a time to turn your tears in to lust' - and I did. My whole body felt like it was heating up as I stared right at Daddy, into his deep eyes, caring for me, loving me, using me, training me, and wanting me as I wanted him.

After I few minutes, or was it more, I couldn't tell, he told me to finish up, and I did, placing the empty glass next to the phone on the end table. I felt like I was in a trance after staring at Daddy, and would have done just about anything he asked me.

"What do you say, cunt?" His voice was lower now; our drinking and staring at each other had put us sexually together in the same place and I was going to please him. Yes, Daddy, yes, I accept, I accept who I am and what you are making me, and I need it too - I mean, I need you too, Daddy.

"Thank you, Daddy," I said with the mix of lust and sweetness that turned us both on so much.

He chuckled once, "We'll see if you are thanking me later. In front of the mirror, now."

I crawled right in front of the mirror, sitting up on my knees, the huge dildo right in front of me.

"Is this the big one that you told me about?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good...very good...show me how much you want it, just kisses and licks, princess, get it wet."

Oh, Daddy. I love when he lets me express my lust for him - Trisha's lust, the lust of a sissy coming out, or rather kicking the doors down to the closet she's been in for the man who is guiding her there.

I checked my body position, remembering Daddy's rule of total female presentation at all times, and arched my ass out as far as I could over my heels, trying to put that cocksucker's curve into my back that the porn stars are so good at.

With small wet kisses from my red-painted lips I began, kissing the dildo - or as I thought of it, Daddy's cock, slowly and tenderly, remembering his taste and fleshy strength from our hotel date. I moved down so slowly to the base, with occasional long wet licks underneath...and moaning, always moaning like the girl that I am inside, the wanton total cockwhore who needs this more than she could ever accept before.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," I heard Daddy moan softly in my earbuds as I covered the cock with gentle girly kisses and wet licks, my mouth filling with too much spit which I started to let drip from my tongue to the shaft, waiting for it almost to fall, then licking it up again in the sluttiest way I could think of.

Before long, the dildo was shining wet with my sissy spit, and I glanced over at the phone and saw the lust in Daddy's eyes, staring between my denim-covered ass in the new tight hip huggers with the cute pink belt, and my wet mouth worshipping this cock as if it was him. So many cues I gave him, the blonde pig tails, the pink crop top, all for you Daddy, all for you...

"Do you want more, princess?" he said softly.

"Yes, Daddy, please, please Daddy may I?" I whispered back, seemingly unable to talk in a full voice I was so full of sissy lust for him, falling deep into the sub-space of a cocksucking whore with only one focus.

"Where's the belt," he said more as a command than a question.

It was on the floor next to me, but out of frame; I picked it up.

"Tie your hands behind you and show me."

I did, putting my wrists in the belt and pulling it as tight as I could. I lifted my wrists behind me to show Daddy, and even though the belt was probably not as tight as if someone else was doing it, it kept my hands there, and reminded me of my place, a place I am willingly going under Daddy's hand. 'Oh Daddy Daddy, use me use me just like this please,' I thought.

"Now, just the head in your whore mouth, and slowly princess. Just like I'm there with you."

The second whisky was giving me a strong warm buzz now and I was going deep into it, wanting to give Daddy the best, most sensual blowjob and mouthfuck if I can be so naughty, that he's ever dreamed of.

I took the head of the beautiful cock into my mouth so so slowly, opening my wet lips around it and sucking it in gently, moaning as I moved my head around in like a figure 8, almost pulling off and going back down just to the ridge and back again. In my mind, Daddy is sitting in front of me letting me milk him with my eager sissy cunt of a mouth, letting me taste him again...

I was moving faster around his cock head, I mean the dildo's head, moaning now, getting lost in my lust for him when he stopped me:

"Off, bitch."

I pulled off and looked over at Daddy on the screen, I was panting like a dog.

"Your mouth stays open the rest of the night with me, understood?"

"Yes, Daddy," I replied desperately, immediately opening my mouth again to show him.

"Good bitch. Back down, and obey me closely."

I quickly moved my open mouth back to the dripping head, knowing that we are just beginning now.

"Slowly, princess, one inch more."

I pushed down yes yes Daddy use my slut mouth, use it, turn it into your fuckhole please Daddy I thought as I felt my mouth fill up from the giant cock, amazing again at just how thick it feels holding my jaw open, now starting to drip.

"One more inch, babygirl, slowly now...slower...keep going."

I pushed down farther, knowing the huge head was getting close to the opening of my throat, and I was going to gag. Oh, I don't want to gag, but but...

"Agghhhhh!" My first gag came out before I could think. I couldn't stop it, and my mouth started to fill with wet, sticky spit.

"Good bitch; hold it right there."

Oh Daddy...he was having me hold the cock right at the entrance of my throat, tickling it where it made me gag the most.

"Agghhhh!!...aaggggghh!!...agghhhh!!"

Over and over I gagged trying to hold it there, making that muffled moan, you know the one girls, that's so scary and so hot at the same time. My mouth started drooling; I felt the first drip down my chin and onto the floor under the dildo.

"Agggghhhhh...agggghhhhh...aggghhhhhh..." I gagged, until my eyes were watery and a few tears ran down my cheeks from it, but it was so so hot, training me like this, making me want him more and more, debasing myself. I needed it, I craved serving Daddy like this, exactly like this.

"Off, bitch," he said lustily, breathing deeply, just as I was. As he ordered me, I didn't close my mouth, but held it open, wet and dripping, and showed him wanting only more, more, more Daddy...

"Catch your breath, babygirl."

I nodded, but kept my mouth open, my arms still tied behind me with the black leather belt.

"Good girl, back down slowly, same place."

I did it again, wanting only to be filled, only to have my mouth trained and used the way I had dreamed of so many times, but never like this which was so much hotter and sluttier - I thought us sissies were the sluttiest, but Daddy is really pushing me down deeper and I need it.

I moved my glistening lips back to the thick cock and took it in with a high sissy moan, moving slowly, ever so slowly down until again it was tickling the back of my throat. I didn't gag right away, in fact, somehow my gag reflex was a little behind now - it seemed to be waiting for me, aware that I was trying to control it.

"Now, deeper, slut. Open up your new cunt."

His rumbling lust-filled voice in my ears just as if he was standing there before me. I needed him inside my cunt of a throat now more more more just as he wanted. As soon I pushed down, feeling the first opening stretch of the giant cock in my throat, my gagging came back harder than before. The dildo was just so thick, so thick, Daddy.

"Aaaggghhhhh...aaagghhhhh...aggghhhhh!!"

"Hold it there, bitch!"

Tears started running from my eyes from the gagging, streaking my cheeks, my mouth dripping on the cock as I gagged hard over and over. I was running out of breath but didn't want to let it go.

"Off!"

I pulled off quickly with a loud gasp, drawing in air as fast as I could, deep hard breaths, and always my mouth open, always open and dripping for Daddy.

"What do you love?" He asked me.

"I love Daddy's cock," I responded between panting breaths.

"How much?"

"More than anything, Daddy, more than anything."

He paused, letting me breathe, I didn't care, I just waned to please him.

"Back down now, slowly, princess, to the same place."

I took some deep inhales trying to fill my lungs with as much air as I could, and moved my open mouth back to the huge cock, pushing down again as my mouth filled up with the girth. First to the entrance of my throat, then just inside opening me up. I was now about halfway down the 9-inch monster, making a puddle of sissy saliva dripping off my chin and on to my knees in the new jeans and the floor in front of them.

The gags came less and less frequently this time. Daddy had me repeat to this depth a few times until I could just take it to there and almost, not quite, but almost do it without a gag.

"Off, bitch."

I pulled off, slowly becoming a drooling sissy mess, and realized that my cunt of a throat was starting to accommodate this cock, and just how fucking hot it was to be Daddy's obedient cocksucking girl again. Can this never end please?

"Tell me again, princess, what is your throat?"

I nodded, unsure if I could actually still speak, feeling only like a mindless fucktoy, Daddy's eager fuckhole, but I squeaked out a reply as his words were etched into my sissy brain forever:

"My...ahhh," I had to cough up some thick wet spit from the back of my throat to speak.

"My throat is Daddy's wet open cunt."

"That's right baby. Say it again."

"My throat is Daddy's wet open cunt."

"And what do you want to ask me, princess?"

"P...please fuck my...my cunt of a throat, Daddy? Please fuck my throat?"

Oh god I still kinda can't believe the things that can come out of a sissies mouth when lost in the depths of lust, but I believe it - it was me saying them, wanting them, believing it all, and doing it with Daddy's instructions, his sweet painful training. Oh, Daddy see how much I need you...

The dildo was dripping now with my spit, shining and soaked.

"Lick your spit off of it, whore, show me what a slut you are."

Oh Daddy yes yes. My throat really needed a few minutes to rest and I wanted this so bad so I pushed out my pink tongue and started to lick the cock, moaning and squealing as I moved along the bottom of it hanging there on the mirror, licking up the few long strands of spit that were falling off of it.

"Mmmmmm...good girl. Back down now, slut, to the same place. Open that cunt."

Again I opened my mouth and pushed down, this time my gag reflex was lesser, becoming open and relaxed around the huge cock, but still only about half way there.

"Now, listen closely, Trisha, I'm going to count to 3 and then all the way down to the base and hold it. Understand?"

I nodded yes yes yes with my mouth full of the thick cock

"1...2...3."

And I did it. I forced myself down onto the cock for the first time, feeling it's impossible girth first opening, then stretching my throat so deep. I had only felt anything like this once before - last Friday, in the hotel with Daddy on his actual cock, the cock I was falling in love with. Then suddenly my nose was against the mirror, spit pouring from my chin, and the gags came back hard, harder than ever, but softer just from the cock muffling my ability to make any noise.

Over and over I gagged on it, holding myself there until Daddy would show my throat some mercy, running out of breath, getting scared, but not moving my mouth...Daddy Daddy please please!! I thought, my mind exploding in fright and lust and pain and cock...

"Off!"

I pulled off so fast that I fell over with a thud, gasping, panting for air, my arms still tied behind me unable to stop my fall.

"Get up, slut," he ordered and I did as quickly as I could, my mind emptying of any resistance, anything but yes Daddy..yes Daddy...

"Catch your breath, bitch," he said. I could hear in his voice, that lust from our hotel date. I knew I was pleasing him, turning him on, he must be rock hard by now, I hope Daddy is. I was being the obedient, masochistic sissy slave he wanted, and which I needed to be, and he was freeing me by enslaving me to him, and we both needed it more than anything.

"Get back up there," he said.

I moved my dripping mouth just to the head of the cock now, covered in sticky wet throat-spit.

"Now babydoll, I'm getting close, so every time your whore mouth is on it for the rest of the night, you will go all the way down. All the way. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Omg.

"Down and count to 15, and back up, slowly this time so you don't fall over like a fucking dumb cunt."

I was way deep in the subspace now, a drooling cocksucking mess of a sissy fuckhole slut, and I needed this, I craved it. And I went back down.

Over and over, for maybe 30-40 minutes, I sat there on my knees taking the cock in and holding it all the way down for longer and longer times, until my gag reflex was almost gone. Sometimes when counting to 15, or 20, or 30, I would let out one hard 'ahhhhhgggggh!" then it would subside again.

My cheeks were soaked with tears, my eyes bloodshot and pupils dilated, my chin absolutely dripping, a big puddle of my sissy drool in front of me and dripping down my neck, chest and jeans, my throat was sore in a strange way, not painful but open...so open...then I realized, my mouth had...

My mouth had become Daddy's wet open cunt.

My mouth had become Daddy's cunt, at last.

I heard him breathing deeply in the earbuds, and I knew he must be close to cumming.

"Untie the belt around your wrists, bitch." I could hear it in his voice; the same timbre from when he was fucking me and about to cum. Yes Daddy yes yes, I live for your cum and your cock now...

"Get your lipstick and paint those cunt lips in front of me."

In a daze, I crawled to the dresser where I had put the lipstick down, grabbed it and crawled right up to the phone so Daddy could watch. As sensually as I could, lost in lust and subspace obedience, I reapplied the lipstick, bright hot cherry red, smacking my lips and licking them in spite of the drool dripping off my chin and all over me.

"Good girl. Take the dildo off the mirror and come back here, closer, right up close."

I dropped the lipstick and peeled the huge suction cup from the mirror and crawled right up to the phone, to Daddy, his image blurry from the tears in my eyes.

"Look at me, princess, and don't look away. What is your mouth?"

"My mouth is Daddy's wet open cunt," choking out the words as my throat was a little sore, but deliciously sore.