In the nine months of separation, a milestone passed for us. The Anniversary of our dinner that launched all of this. That night filled with questions unspoken and desires, touches unmade, caresses unattended…. thinking about that night, the way he looked at me, the way I still felt with him..his embrace, his lips on my cheek as he said goodnight. All of these things I revisited alone, because Daddy was on business trip. We spoke, but I didn’t get to share with him and touch him and do those things I wanted to that night.
This night happened to be the month later… so it became The Anniversary Night.
The drive home was comfortably quiet. He had handed me back my panties, requesting I put them back on. Neither of us remember much of the drive back. It’s a blur, really. Various pieces of inconsequential conversation. Dinner had been exactly what we needed and the drive to the cabin was the perfect time to focus on him, and all I wanted to share with him.
He had been clear throughout the weekend that he had plans for me this night. He informed me he was going to video our playtime, and take pictures. While not against this, I did have apprehensions. I requested no faces, no names. He agreed.
Once inside he instructed me to get Sting ( the crop). I did and presented Sting to him. He stood me in the middle of the room, told me how lovely I looked. He sent me upstairs again to get The Purple Pussy Eater and a toy of my choosing. The Purple Pussy Eater is a purple vibrator, covered in a soft silicone that has ZERO flexibility. While I was there I realized we had not yet played with another toy, Rainbow Bright. One of his favorites. (Both pictured at the bottom). I took them both to him. He smiled when I said I brought one he hadn’t played with yet. He knew which one.
He began to walked around me, praising me. Telling me how gorgeous I am, Telling me how pleasing I am to him. How proud he is of me. What a good girl I am. How he finds me beautiful and desirable. He took a moment and arranged his camera phone.
Returning his attention to me, turning me to face the ottoman and the couch. He instructed me to kneel on the ottoman. I remember him standing behind me, his hands tracing my body, then withdrawing. I realized he was taking pictures of me.
Quite suddenly he pushed me down into the couch, catching myself on my hands, I dropped to my elbows. I was struggling to stay focused, and that contact scrambled my brain. I couldn’t think. He continued to take pictures of my ass covered by the dress, which was now stretched over me and translucent. He peeled my dress up over my hips, took more pictures. He spoke to me saying how pretty my pussy is, commenting on enjoying the way the panty of the g-string framed me just right. His voice thick and husky with need. His hands over my hip, inspecting me (oh how I enjoy that!).
I heard him take another picture. He stepped back, inspecting me with the crop, tracing my body, tracing my thighs, tracing my pussy. By this point I was shaking. Quivering beyond my control. My thoughts were focused on his movement, his next touch. Suddenly String struck me. Not hard. Catching me off guard just enough to focus my attention to the point of contact. Again on my thigh… my ass… my thigh… my cheek… trailing from my clit to the back of my pussy. And the Sting again.
I don’t remember much of my responses to him. He said I was vocal, my usual staccato sounds, mixed with deep guttural moans of need and pleasure. He has never heard that from me before. That my responses were different, seeming to take pleasure in the pain, more trusting. He said the swats grew in intensity… I didn’t notice. My ass was a bright rosy pink, he was happy with it, setting the crop to the side. Daddy says, “Cheeks are made for blushing.”
He picked up Purple, sliding “him” against the lips of my pussy to get him wet. Then twisting and working him into my pussyhole. Half way in, he turned it on. I shook, with deep low guttural moan escaping me. Purple has a special feature… when clamped down on or squeezed in certain areas of the shaft, it kicks up a gear or two, depending on the location of the squeeze and the intensity of it. Purple went into high gear, immediately. He fucked my pussy with Purple for a few minutes. Enjoying the responses and noises of his toy. Watching my need building. I do enjoy the sensations and the stimulation of Purple in my pussy.
He set purple down and repeated with Rainbow. Sliding the bulbs against my lips to moisten it. He slid Rainbow into my ass, just the upper bulb…. ohhhh… but I am an anal slut!! I don’t remember, but I doubt I was still for that. He played with me, again, watching my reactions and responses, listening the noises of him toy fucking my ass, of me trying to contain myself. At some point he decided adding Purple in would illicit even better noises from me. He began sliding it in. However… as tall as I am… I’m tiny inside… I don’t have a great deal of space for multiple items. As soon as he placed Purple burying the tip inside me, it felt as though Purple was ripping thru the barriers of my girl parts. I desperately tried to crawl away, as he removed the offending items.
At that point Daddy said he just had to have me. I was solidly in the lower levels of subspace and he was in and out of Domspace. He said knowing he was videoing kept him from getting lost in the sensations of me.
It wasn’t the first time this weekend we had been intimate, but it felt that way… as he slid into my dripping pussy, that first thrust… always takes my breath. This time it took his too. Nine months of a lack of touch created a deep need in both of us. Nothing was enough or too much. His hands on my hips, his hips pushing his cock into me, further, burrowing inside me. The sound of his sigh, his sheer pleasure of simply being inside me. I told him I wanted him in my ass, he complied. This.. this pushed me further into subspace. I remember very little of the order of the next few things. I remember the deep seated hunger his entering my ass released. I felt it down in the lower parts of my chest. My body responded on its own and clamped down around him. But it wasn’t just the sphincter, it was my whole body tightening up. He said this was when the deepest moans came. I started to move on his cock, fucking him, needing him, needing him to release inside me. I needed him to fill me. I needed him. The sensation I felt was new and surprising. It was pleasurable, but not satisfying. I could feel an orgasm building, he told me to play with myself. But as soon as I touched my clit, that disappeared. It was all still enjoyable, but I knew I wasn’t going to cum. And that was ok. There was so much else happening inside me, I don’t know that I could have taken that emotionally. Once my body clamped down on Daddy’s cock, it did not take long for him to cum. He came hard… and long…He collapsed onto my back, as I continued to squeeze down on him. I asked him not to pull out just yet. I always do. I always have. Then and Now. This moment, when he’s spent, this moment is when he is the most vulnerable with me. These moments of shear pleasure, of the joy of having had him, of having him close. Having him completely spent because of me. I cherish that moment. I prolong it as much as I can.
After a few moments, coming back to our senses, he sent me up to shower… as he had made a mess of me!! He cleaned up the puddles on couch and the ottoman, and joined me.
And I found myself, again, under the hot watery fingers of the shower… Daddy’s hands on me… and I was instantly lost in him. In his touch. Neither of us spoke. I have no idea how long that lasted, I could have stayed there forever. In that moment, completely surrendered to him. He said, ” I love the way you have no control over your body when I touch you like that. You couldn’t have stopped me if you tried. Not that you wanted to. It was such complete evidence of my ownership of you. Evidence that you are my property. ”
He’s right. In those moments he could have anything of me. That scares me a bit. To know his simple touch, can create such submission in me, a will to give him complete control.
As he started to end our shower, he asked , ” Baby? Are you there?”
Oh… yes… Daddy… I’m here… and I’m yours… completely and utterly… Yours. Even in the distance.