City Of Need

15 🖤 Good Behavior

I don't know how long I've been alone, waiting for you to come back. It feels like ages.

My shoulders ache, my wrists too. I try moving my feet but it doesn't alieviate the pressure. Fuck. Not only is this uncomfortable, it's fucking boring.

I'm not one of those women that finds doing nothing relaxing. I can't even watch a movie unless I'm making something, or fooling around. I don't find my spirituality in meditation, I find it in play.

There is nothing I can do right now, but wait.

I hear the keys jangle in the lock, hear your feet on the stairs, see your smug smile and the bowl in your hand. It's all I can do not to hiss at you.

'How are you doing, Little Doll?'

I paste on a smile, and say, 'I'm fine, Daddy. And you?'

You smirk to yourself as you approach me with the bowl, and say, 'Hungry?'

I'm starving actually. But I know this game. Know not to show my hunger or my want. 'A little.'

You put the bowl down on the mat, turn to me, and say, 'I've decided to be kind today. So you have a choice to make. You can either stay chained, and I'll teach you all the ways you need to improve your attitude. Or, you can apologize like a good little pet. Eat your food from your bowl, and go and get ready.'

'Ready?'

'If you can be a good little pet, you get a pet treat. A special night out. Now, what's it to be? Stay here and be punished, or play nice and be treated?'

Fuck. I quite liked the idea of the punishment, but the special treat could be even more exciting. I hang my head, give myself enough time to weight up the pros and cons. Then say, 'Play nice. Daddy...Please.'

You walk to me, your eyes roaming over my body. Then you reach up to my wrists and take off the restraints. I rub at my wrists, roll my shoulders. In the time you've been away you've changed into a black suit, with a black dress shirt underneath. We must be going somewhere special

I don't need you to tell me to drop to my knees and crawl to the mat. Or to eat the food, only using my mouth.

'Jesus, Roxy,' you say from behind me. 'It makes me so happy when you behave.'

You step towards me, pat my head, run your hand down my spine, over my ass, between my legs. Then you cup my pussy. The heat from your hand radiates deep inside me and I sit back on it, in a kneeling position.

You're on your knees behind me now. My back to your chest, as you snake a hand over my shoulder and down to my breasts, clamping my nipple between your index and ring finger. My head falls back onto your shoulder. My cheek next to your neck.

I catch sight of us in the mirror, your eyes are hooded as you look down my body, at my pussy. It's on display because my legs have opened wide, of their own accord.

You don't need instruments of torture to tame me, you just need to touch me and I'm under your spell. Your hand has moved to the front of my pussy now, opening my lips, your middle finger on my clit. As you look down on your finger, circling my clit.

I am drenched, and tiny noises fall from my mouth. Mewling and moaning, softly in pleasure. A slow build of submission as I fall deeper into this otherworldly space that you are creating within me.

'I've got you, Little Doll,' you say.

I arch my back, my whole body becoming fluid.

'That's it, good girl, you like that, don't you.'

'Mmhmmmm,' I manage to say between quietly mewling as I push my legs open wider, feel the stretch of my thighs in this kneeling position. You move your other hand around to the back of my ass, slide down between my cheeks and press on the stone of the butt plug, I'd momentarily forgotten was there.

I clench my stomach muscles and raise up slightly in shock.

'Shhhh, Baby. It's ok, go with it. I've got you, Darling.'

Your hand presses more firmly against my clit with the pad of your finger as you play me. Your other hand, pushing against the jewellery still in my ass, from earlier.

I whimper, so close now, wanting to come but delighting in balancing on the edge, as you draw out pleasure, and the whimpers from my body.

'Such a good fucking girl, for Daddy. My perfect Little Fuck Doll. You make me so happy.'

Sweat beads over my entire body as I burn for you, moan and writhe for you, dancing on the edge of a knife for you, I pant, 'Please, Daddy.'

'Cum for me, my beautiful little doll. Let go, I've got you. I'll always be here to pick you up when you fall.'

My body is wracked with pleasure, sending me into orbit as I scream, sob, whimper and moan, 'Daddy....Yes....Daddy....Please....I...belong....to....you...'

As I come back down to earth, I feel your strong arms wrapped tight around me, and hear you say, 'Good girl. Good little pet. You do belong to me. Shhhh. Shhh. I've got you, Little Doll.'

I'm spent. A puppet, whose strings have been cut. You are the puppet master, keeping me safe, till I can perform to the beat of your fingers again.

'I'm going to take you upstairs to rest now, Little Doll. And when you wake, we are going to go to a very special party. I know you're going to behave like the best and sweetest of girls for me.'

'Yes, Daddy,' I say, as you lift me. And just this once, I know it's true...