1. Finding My Daddy (Reposted)


    Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Domination/submission, Male/Female, Romance, Author: phyco, Rating: 93.3, Source: sexstories.com

    the hot stinking spot as he firmly squeezed and massaged my sensitive flesh. I was too lost in my orgasm to care about the pain or even notice daddy. It wasn’t until after I had squirted my last little cum that I could feel his warm breathe on my exposed wet sensitive lips. Did I squirt on daddy, or in daddy’s mouth? Just the thought that daddy was drinking down my cum caused one last hard squirt to shoot from me. The latter was true the video would later reveal, and give me yet another great orgasm as I watched. His mouth never touched kitty, though I longed for him to, his hand firmly held my thigh until it had stopped shaking and I felt a wave of sadness rush thru me as I felt the bed move. Daddy had sat up I’m sure, I could no longer feel the warm moist air of his breathe gently caressing each little fold of kitty. As he continued strapping my legs into place my mind was on the email, Daddy’s email of the step by step plan for tonight. I wanted, needed to know where his next touch would be next as I strained to remember. My legs were strapped in but not as I had imagined or least it didn’t feel like it. My legs weren’t pulled on a 45 degree angle as my arms were and as I had portrayed myself in my fantasies. I had two straps now on each leg the one I had put on my ankles and a second daddy had put. Daddy’s was wrapped carefully around my leg just above my knee. They were all still loose though as daddy still sat between my open legs. I wanted so badly to close my legs ...
    and squeeze them around daddy, but I knew the rules and kitty was just purring quietly having already satisfied herself getting me in to trouble in the process. She didn’t care though it was just about her and what she wanted. That’s how I ended up here strapped to a bed naked, helpless and exposed to a man I have never even seen with my own eyes. I’ve never even heard the sound of his voice with my own ears, yet here I lay. He could rape, torture and murder me here tonight but kitty doesn’t care anymore. Daddy gently raised my hips next and paced two pillow under my ass. This had two obvious affects it exposed me even more and made daddy’s access to kitty easier. I knew that because daddy told me it would make it easier for him to eat kitty later if she were elevated. The second affect of course was my quietly purring kitty was now stirring. It was no longer her peaceful little sleeping kitty purr, now it was her aggressive pet me purr. Rub me, play with me mommy purr. Knowing daddy was moving her to eat later only fueled her need to be petted. Thankfully daddy tightened the leg straps rendering my legs useless before kitty could act and cause more punishment to be taken out on my body. The straps at my knees pulled my legs wide apart for daddy holding them at a 90 degree angle from my hips. The ankle strap held my foot at a 45 degree angle toward the bottom of the bed. I hadn’t even felt the waist strap daddy most have put on me as he tucked the pillows under me. My mind was ...