City Of Need

9 🖤 Preparation

I wake to the smell of fresh coffee and the feeling of skinned knees. I lay up in bed and uncover the sheet from my legs. My knees are battered and bruised, grazed too. This will take at least a week to heal. I'll have to wear trousers till they do.

'Morning, Little Doll,' you say from the doorway, where you lean against it, looking like a fucking god. Or maybe like a panther, who's stalking its prey, delighted to find a vat of full fat cream in its lair. 'I brought you coffee.' You cross the room, and I can't take my eyes off the way you move. 'Now drink that up like a good girl, we have a lot to do today.'

'Look at my knees Daddy, what a mess.'

You sit on the bed beside me, turning my knees this way and that. Inspecting every bruise, every scratch. Softly running your finger over the purples and blues of my bruises. 'Beautiful, Little Doll,' you murmur.

'Not beautiful,' I pout. 'I'll have to wear trousers all week.'

'Hmmm, disagreeable little doll this morning aren't you?'

I roll my eyes.

'You won't be wearing trousers, Little Doll. I need to have access to you at all times. You'll be wearing nylons.'

'I don't have any nylons, I'll be wearing trousers.'

You slide closer to me, scruff your hand into the back of my hair and say, 'You'll be wearing nylons, my beautiful little doll.' Then you point to the top drawer in the dresser and say, 'After I've bathed you, take a look in there. I bought you a few things that you might like.' You lick your lips and smile, then say, 'And I definitely will. Now come on, drink your coffee. Like I said, we've a lot to do.'

'A lot to do?' I say to your receding back.

You stop, turn, lean again against the doorway, almost as if you are deliberately blocking it. 'Well yes, Little Doll. What with the bathing you, and feeding you breakfast, then punishing you, and then ruining you in the basement.' You make a sweeping motion at me with your hand and say, 'All those things, and maybe some others too.'

'Other things?' My stomach contracts, heart sinks.

'Oh yes, Little Doll. All. The. Other. Things. Now chop chop, We haven't got all day.'

Fuck. What are the other things? Is he going to make me go back to the basement? What can I remember being in there? There was the mat, the loop cemented into the floor with the chains attached to it. The chair. Shit there was that beam running along the center of the ceiling, the one with the hooks and chains.

I know you won't tell me what you've got in store for me, but I do know I can trust you. And if all else fails I can click my fingers to stop the play. The problem is, I never want to stop the play, even when I howl for you to stop.

I hear the bath running as I drink my coffee. It's rich, bitter and very very dark.

'Oh, Little Doll,' you call from the bathroom in a sinister sing song voice, 'It's time for your bath now.'

I haul myself out of bed, reluctantly. What I really want is a lay in. Some time to relax, read a book. Not all this bloody nonsense about punishments and being ruined.

It's always the bloody same with you and me. I act like a brat to get your attention. You work out ways to punish me and we both have the most un-fucking-believable orgasms. Actually, come to think of it, it's much better than a lay in and reading a book. I almost sprint for the bathroom.

'Shower first, Little Doll,' you say with your back turned away from me, as your hand swirls the bath water, getting it to the perfect temperature.

'What? Why? That makes no sense.'

You turn to me slowly. 'Excuse me? Who do you think you're talking to?'

'Sorry,' I mutter and look down at the floor. Then meeting your eye I hiss, 'That makes no sense, Daddy.'

A smile twitches at the edge of your lips, but you bite it down with your teeth. 'Shower first, you've got mud in your hair. After the shower you can get in the bath.'

I nod, knowing there's zero point arguing. I walk into the shower. You move in behind me, switch the water on and gently turn my body, bit by bit, around as the shower water rains down on me. Then you squeeze shampoo into your hand and wash my hair, massaging my scalp as you do, while I stand with my arms dangling by my side.

'Close your eyes, Doll,' you say, and rinse the shampoo, then add conditioner, and again massage my scalp. Once my hair is piled on top of my head, you kiss my neck, making my skin erupts in goose bumps under your lips. Then you rinse off the conditioner.

Next you take a sponge and cover it in body wash, using it to scrub every scrap of skin on my body, till I'm gleaming like a new pin.

I'm floating in a cloud of steam, all the aches from yesterday's play in the woods disappearing. I close my eyes and let you move me where you want me. Then I hear a kind of fizzing noise, and look down to see you with a can of shaving foam, spraying it into your hand.

'Oh. No. Daddy?'

You look up at me and wink as you stroke the foam all over my pussy.

'But Daddy, I want to do that myself.'

'Of course you do.'

I start to relax, thinking you're going to let me do it myself, but then I see you pick up a razor.

'But. Daddy...'

'Relax, Little Doll. Daddy's not going to hurt you. Now settle down and spread those beautiful legs for me like the good girl I know you want to be.'

Fuckkkk. When you say it like that...

I spread my legs, feel you hold my skin taut, and then you take the razor and shave every inch of my pussy so lovingly that I start to feel safe. Safer than I've ever felt with anyone.

You rinse me off under the shower and run your hands over your handiwork, saying, 'Such a sweet little pussy. Who does it belong to, Little Doll?'

'You Daddy,' I say before I have time to think.

'That makes Daddy so happy.'

And it does make you happy, so rather than argue the point, I let it slide. Because, honestly, when you make me feel like this, I do belong to you. Every single part of me. Even my thoughts.

You turn off the shower. 'Now you can get in the bath, Little Doll,' you say and lift me up, step into the bath, and sit down with me on your lap. You pull my back into your chest, kiss my neck and start massaging my shoulders. 'Such a beautiful, Little Doll,' you murmur. 'So perfect. So absolutely ripe for ruining.'

I groan, my pussy swells, my nipples harden. I reach behind me for your cock, but you grip my hands in yours and say, 'Not yet. My Little Doll needs training first....'