Birthday surprise in the woods.

I scrambled and tangled myself as I fell, I scraped my knee. I inhaled the damp peatness of the moss, my face hit the ground and I found myself submerged within the earth. "Move, keep moving,” I screamed at myself. The pain thrashed though my body. I got back up, and scrambled through the branches. I couldn't tell which way I was going, but I knew he was coming. My heart pounded the adrenaline pumping though every ounce of my body. I had to move fast, every direction seemed to look the same. I had no time to hesitate, I had to move fast. I stumbled, naked, through the trees my body aching to stop but I had to get away.

"Move, keep moving," I told to myself. My legs bloody from falling into thorns and brambles. My feet were cut from stumbling over twigs the undergrowth. Each step seemed to feel like shards of glass piercing though the soles of my feet. Sweat poured down my back, my breathing loud in my ears. What had started off as a beautiful spring day had devolved into this...? I could tell I was getting deeper and deeper into the woods, as the temperature had dropped and the light was fading fast. I'm completely helpless I have no choice but to keep moving forward, climbing through a maze of bushes, trying to find an open path. I had to move faster I knew he was not far behind me.

The day had started out so well it was my birthday, it never seemed to feel that special any more, not since my childhood faded and the reality of life started to emerge. Since the weather was nice I decided to take a walk in the woods. There was something about being alone and free within the beauty of nature and what once would have been untouched innocence's. I always seemed to feel free when walking here the smells, the views, the wild life and the tranquil composed environment which seemed to posses my soul. I often came here since not many people did, the depths of the woods was more than I could ever imagine, but more than often I could walk for hours without meeting a single person.

That was to be different today, I must have been walking for an hour or so, I was looking for somewhere to sit and rest so that I could read my book. I had managed to find a nice light spot and unpacked my bag. I usually gather somethings when I know I am going to be a while, Just the essentials and some nibbles. I laid the blanket and soaked myself in the sunny pool which seems to pore though the trees above. I had only managed to read a chapter before I felt myself drifting off. As I closed my eyes I didn't realise my nightmare was about to unfold.

I woke to a snap of a branch, with the sun glaring in my eyes I didn't think as his shadow passed over me and I began to come round. He just stood there looking into my eyes I lay at his feet, my heart kicked in my chest and I didn't move. I was shocked and startled there was an awkward silence for what seemed like a life time. As I lay there I thought of what to do. Kick him and run I thought close my eyes and go back to sleep it's all a dream, greet him and say hello. I didn't know what to do I knew something wasn't right. Before I could even move he pinned me to the ground by my throat. Pushing me into the earth, my head felt as if it were about to explode, my hand grabbed at his wrist there was nothing I could do. I kicked, I punched, and I opened my mouth gasping for a breath. My lungs felt as if I were about to explode He was too strong.

This is it I am going to die I thought, I could feel my head getting heavy the darkness covering my eyes, my lungs empty. I faded into unconsciousness my head silent of any thought. As I came round I had forgotten where I was, I had forgotten it was my birthday and that I had decided to take a walk. Then I saw this face, those dark black eyes looking at me and I remembered everything. I remembered my struggle as I feared for my life, I remembered the terror and panic that consumed me to be paralysed. I was subdued and clam considering he had me tied me up, my wrists behind my back. As I lay on my side I didn't know what to think other than I wanted to be back at home. Leaving me on the undergrowth laying there like cargo, he seemed to compose himself in a clam relaxed manner. He winch up me like a bag of garbage over his shoulder, my head still sore from passing out. I closed my eyes and prayed that this was some trick that I was going to be taken to a stunning château where all my friends would greet and me and shout surprise and giggle at the silly trick they played on me.

The reality was this was no trick, it wasn't even some movie or a dream this was it. it was really happening. For what seemed like miles and miles suddenly I was lowered and thrown to the floor I landed on my side and felt the air thump in my lungs. Again I gaped for breath and lay still.He untied my feet.

"Don't move," he growled. He grabbed me by my neck and forced me to my feet. I I looked into his face and saw cruel eyes. My heart pounded. Oh gosh, what is he going to do to me? I thought to myself. He had the knife in one hand, and my throat in the other. With wide eyes, I spotted a shotgun hanging from his shoulders.

He reached up with the knife, running it along my face. I whimpered. With a flick of his wrist, he sliced the straps holding my top up, and with a yank of his hand, he forcefully ripped the cloth off of me. The force of it pulled me off my feet, and I fell to my knees. He grabbed me by the waist of my pants, and snatched me to my feet, with a slice of his knife, and a tear from his hand, pulled my pants off of me. again I fell to my feet this time thought humiliation and embarrassment. I was in shock of be so vulnerable, I defencelessly knelt there exploded and powerless. tears simply ran down my face. Once more, he pulled me to my feet this time by my hair. Grabbing the back of my neck he simply looked into my eyes.

"Run," he spat into my face, and then shoved me away. I staggered backwards, falling onto some branches. I scrambled to my feet, and took a step back, confused. He pointed to the line of trees behind me,. "Run, bitch," he shouted at me. "Run for your fucking life!"
I didn't wait for a second chance. Choking back a sob, I turned and ran "You better run faster than that, you stupid whore!" He shouted after me as I disappeared into the trees. I had torn my way through the bushes, dimly lit by the midnight dusk, getting as far away as fast as I could. I didn't try to cover my tracks. I didn't try to escape silently. Branches snapped and creaked as I forced my way through their dense thickets. The underbrush crunched beneath the soles of my feet. Thorns - wild rose, raspberry, devil's club - grabbed me, tearing at my flesh, but I kept on going.
He was getting closer. I stifled the panic that threatened to rise, and kept moving. I could hear him crashing through the forest after me, and occasionally see a flash of light. Headlamp? Flashlight? It made no difference. I moved away from the light whenever it peeked through the foliage, leaving a distorted pattern through the shadows. I was covered with mud and dirt. I had slipped and fallen more times than I could remember.

What was this why was he making me run, why was he letting me try to escape I knew he expected me to fail maybe he wanted to stop, maybe he wanted me to surrender. He obviously didn't know me very well I would fight with my life.

I scrambled up a steep moss and fern covered embankment on my hands and knees. Just as I reached the top, a shot rang out in the air. I screamed, and dropped to the ground, intact, but terrified. I looked behind me and spotted him stepping through the trees. His headlamp played across me. I slid back, out of the light, trying to will myself deep into the ground, to blend with the moss and ferns, hoping the fronds were tall enough to mask my presence. I slithered across the ground along the edge of the embankment, trying to stay out of sight. There was a large birch tree in front of me. I crawled behind it and paused, leaning up against the smooth white trunk, trying to think straight.

He was twice as big as me, twice as strong, and obviously faster, and he had me seriously outgunned. What options did that leave me with? I wiped my eyes sweat and tears were blurring my vision. I reached out and grabbed a large branch that had fallen. I didn't have anything else, only surprise. He didn't know exactly where I was.

" I know you're up there." His voice came from below me. My heart pounding, his voice clam and collected. How many times had he played these sick games? how many girls had trembled in this very spot?

Anger filled my body with heat "Come and get me, you sick fuck!" I shouted. I glanced behind me, I saw the light peering over the edge. He was climbing up. I crawled out from behind my tree, and silently slid back down the embankment, branch in hand. I emerged below him and a few feet to the side. I could hear him above me. He must have been following my tracks.

"Are you doubling back on me?" He shouted out. I didn't say a word. I focused on breathing slowly, I didn't want to give myself away. I could see his light flashing around. His light was a weakness, it gave away his position; I knew exactly where he was, and he was climbing down the exact same spot I did. I could see him out of the corner of my eyes. His back was to me. I gripped my branch tightly. It was now or never. I jumped out, swinging.

I caught him square in the back, he stumbled, but didn't fall it didn't even surprise him. He whipped around. I swung again, but he caught it mid-swing, and with a yank, pulled the stick straight out of my hands. I stood there in front of him, naked, unarmed, muddy, frightened and defenceless. He tossed the stick away, and grabbed me by my hair, snapping my head back fiercely. I cried out and screamed, my hands reaching at this arms, my nails sinking into his flesh. I tried to kick out as He tackled me to the ground. I was pathetic, I knew it, my drained limp body could not fight back. He pinned me and I struggled, but I couldn't move. My breath came in rough gasps. He slammed my head into the ground and snarled. "Don't move, don't you dare move."

I spat out a mouthful of earth and I gasped. "Please let me go! Oh god, I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt me. Please" I whimpered. I jerked my limbs, trying to find some leverage, some grip, to escape.

"You don't have a choice in the matter, cunt." He wrapped his arm around my neck and started to squeeze, he leaned in close to my face and sank his teeth into my neck. I shrieked as the pain ran though my neck, my screams dulled to a silence as I ran out of breath once again. I didn't want to die and I didn't want to pass out. I released my struggle and became limp, I lay there still He reduced the pressure on my throat. "That's better, slut. You do what I want, and you might live to see the sunrise." My heart sank and tears ran down my cheek. I didn't want to end my life now I didn't want to be here. Desperately begged I pleaded with him. He clamped a hand over my mouth. I gazed into his eyes, begging as much as I could with out words.

"Shut up. I don't want to hear your pathetic pleas? Don't make me gag you." His cold breath hitting my face I nodded my head. He climbed off me, leaving just his knee, pressing into my chest. He yanked my arms behind my back, securing them tightly, so tightly it seemed to be a hard plastic edge which began digging into my wrists. "Get up," he ordered, pulling me by my hair. I struggled to my feet. "Now march," he said, shoving me forward with his hand on my back.

He steered me, one hand on my shoulder, on hand grabbing my arms until we came to a halt beneath a tall tree. He bent down and secured my ankles, the then threw me to the ground, "don't try and escape, cunt," he sneered. I peered frightfully into his eyes. He unhitched a length of rope off of his belt, and tossed it up into the tree, over a low-hanging branch above him. With a few deft movements he had tied a noose. And slipped it around my neck, and forced me to my feet by yanking the other end of the rope. I had no choice but to stand. He pulled me to the tips of my toes, I could still breath but only by remaining still Please don't!!!" I started to beg, my face greeted with a punch. "I told you to shut up, you don't listen very well, do you?" he snarled.

I choked back a sob. The rough rope scratched my neck he tied the end around the tree trunk, leaving me there dangling on my tiptoes. All I could think about was being hung from a tree, being murdered and killed with no explanation. He whipped out his knife. I involuntarily jerked away in fear. He got on his knees, and sliced away the tie around my ankles. "I don't think we'll be needing that," he commented. "There, now, try and escape. I'll be back in a minute."

He left me standing there, and disappeared into the trees. Escape... I didn't want to escape I wanted to be rescued I wanted to be found and protected and taken home, I knew there was no escape Any move I made only tightened the rope around my neck, making it harder to breathe and think straight, and right now I most desperately wanted to keep breathing, and keep thinking. I stood still.

He returned with a knife in one hand, and a thin willow branch in the other. He didn't look at me, he didn't even acknowledge me, he just sat down near me, and began whittling the stick. With deft strokes, he peeled away the bark and carved off any knotty edges after a close inspection, he seemed satisfied with his work.

"Now you and I are going to have a little chat." He stepped closer towards me. "Or rather, I'm going to talk, you're just going to listen, I nodded my head and looked starkly into his face." He took another step closer and began to circle around me, tracing the willow branch along my skin. I shivered as it scratched at my flesh. The branch scratched my back, caressed places I didn't wish him to touch. He circled my breasts, ran it down my chest and along my hip until he reached my thigh. He stopped behind me. He removed a twig out of my hair and I shivered as he touched me.

I heard a distinct "whoosh" through the air, and felt a sharp sting of burning pain lance across my bottom. I gasped, and rocked myself forward. The rope tightened, as I gasped for breath. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me back. My pulse pounded in my neck as blood tried to find its way to my head. He reached up and loosened the noose slightly. My head cleared. "You better learn to hold still, that's the last time I'm going to do that. Do you understand me?" He struck me again, and the burning fire spread from my bottom to my thigh. I quivered, but didn't move my feet. My face moist from the tears.

I nodded my head in compliance. He began a series of rapid strokes across my back. I whine and sobbed with devastate at what was happening to me, I tried to count to give myself some form of truth it was all I could do to focus. one two three four 34 before he stopped , and then with a solid, searing whack, that made me cry out, he stopped. I stood there, breathing hard, snivelling whilst trying to remain clam.

He stepped up close behind me, and pulled me against him. I could feel every inch of him pressing up behind me. I felt his mound press against my raw aching skin. He was aroused and that startled me. my mind began to race with thoughts and fears this man is a sadist and will hurt me for his gratification and amusement. I am helplessly his new toy. This is some sick game to help him release his sexual tension. "You made one fatal mistake, you stupid." His free hand caressed my flesh reaching around exploring his new object. "You should have been prepared." He whispered in my ear. His breath sent a shiver down my spine.

"You really ought to carry pepper spray, you know." He whispered, I trembled in his arms, my body betraying my horror. He bit me on my shoulder, hard, just below the line of rope I moaned as he laced his hands through my hair, and pulled my head back roughly, against his shoulders. His hard body was warm behind me. the heat of his tension sending my thoughts over the edge.

He sharply stepped back and again, whacked my bottom the inevitable onslaught of pain slamed though my body, pulling me back to reality. He hit hard, and the incandescent agony ignited a whole new series of sensations. Again he lashed out, over and over, and fiery welts spread across my backside. I jerked, I twisted, and screamed for mercy, but I didn't dare step away it would tighten the noose. The bite of his switch tore my dignity to shreds in mere moments. I whimpered, I moaned, as burning strike after burning strike rained down upon my flesh. I could feel the blood ozzing from the gashes. Again he began the series of rapid strikes, their staccato rhythm prying into my brain as I struggled to count and focus. one, two, three.... I lost track as he struck harder and harder, finally ending with a sweltering slice across my thighs, I shrieked, feeling cut open, feeling exposed, feeling like I was on fire. And then there was nothing I could feel his breath his footsteps falling on the ground behind me.

He grabbed me by the hips and turned me to face him. A tremor shrieked down my spine as I looked into his face. I met his merciless eyes. A depraved sneer played across his lips. He ran his hands along my torso, his fingers surprisingly rough, My breath caught in my throat as his fingers found my crotch. I gasped at the violation, as his fingers encumber deeper, prying open my most private of places. I jolted my body as my arousal betrayed me. This shouldn't feel good, not this, not him, not now, of all times and all places. My mind struggling against it. He toyed with me creating a . A lazy wave of pleasure crept out from his fingers, violating me deep into my core. I moaned and felt myself sink into a sense of humiliation.

"Do you have something to say?" He asked me.
"Please don't do this," I begged him. My eyes pleading with shame.

He loomed over me and spat in my face, his fingers still playing across my sensitive clitoris. "I didn't say you could talk'' His saliva lowly trickled down my face. A tear leaked out of the corner of my eye. He reached up, and with his hand soaked in my juices, gently rubbed my cheek, massaging the mixture into my face like lotion. My face smelt of my own sex. I turned my head away. He grabbed my chin, and forced my head back, looking deep into my eyes. "What's wrong? Doesn't that feel good? Don't you like it when a man touches you there? I can tell you do. You're all wet for me. You reek of it, "Right now, you're my filthy whore, got that? I can smell your cunt. I can smell your fear and I can smell Your submission. You're going to be a good little slut for me, aren't you?" clutching at my cunt I cried out. He let go, and as the pain subsided, my sex throbbing, a hypnotic pulse drilled though me, connecting with the heat, and the pain from my backside.

I pulled back the tears, not willing to give him the pleasure of seeing me break down, not willing to give him the benefit of a response. He punched me once again in the face and fiercely bit my bottom lip, pulling me tight up against him by my crotch. I whimpered as his tongue forced its way into my mouth, a wet kiss of meanness and cruel intentions. He shoved me away from him, and I hovered precariously on my toes, hopping to keep my feet underneath me.

"Having trouble standing? Let me help you with that “he said in a cold callous tone. He grabbed my right foot and bent it up at the knee, leaving me swaying on one foot. With the unmistakable " whistle " of his whip, he smacked the sole of my foot. I cried out in agony, trying to wrench my leg away from him, but his hands held firm like a vice. Again he struck, and again. The nerves in my foot were on fire, and the exquisite agony spread up my legs. the staccato rhythm that had become so familiar to me, drove into my foot, and up my leg, shooting signals of white hot pain lancing into my brain. I screamed loud and begged for him to stop. Just as my left knee began to buckle, and I knew I would fall, he let go of my foot, and I caught myself, hesitantly stepping I gasped. He grabbed my left foot, leaving me balancing on my freshly beaten foot, and proceeded to repeat the process. I felt like I was dancing on hot coals, and the flames threatened to consume me, and reason escaped me. There was no time or space, there was only him, and the pain on my feet, throbbing in rhythm, I would have done anything to stop this torture.

Then suddenly, there wasn't even that. He dropped my foot which hit the ground, and I stood, once again, on my toes, taking deep gulps of air, shuddering uncontrollably, and tears fresh in my eyes. I rapidly blinked, trying to force them back, I could feel the heat radiating from them. I once again felt the mound from his body behind me, reminding me of his arousal from my suffering. "For your sake, I'd try to stay on your toes," he whispered to me. I nodded my head obediently.

He smacked my raw tender bottom with his hand, with enough force to cause me to take a step forward compromising my balance, I some how managed to compose myself as my head seemed to blur into some void. With a loud snap, the switch tore into the front of my thighs. I writhed, crying out. With the familiar disjointed rhythm introduced its self to my thighs. I groaned in agony. "I told you not to move, , can't you hear me? Do I need to talk louder?" He punctuated that last question with a searing lash of the switch that had me shrieking anew in torment. He grabbed a handful of my hair, and with a fierce yank, pulled me tight against him. He wrapped one hand around my chest and squeezed, and dropped the switch from his other hand, grabbing instead a handful of my moist cunt. I whimpered audibly. "Oh," he breathed, "I think you like being my whipping post, you sick girl." He slid his fingers into my soaking wet cunt. I leaned into him, eager not to struggle anymore, knowing it was futile. He rubbed my clitoris, slowly with a hard force, making my legs buckle he began to quicken his pace but keeping the pressure hard until, against my own will, I was writhing against him like a bitch in heat, as delicious pleasure slowly crept into my legs and lower back until my whole body ached with the tension authorized my body allow this pleasure, I couldn't help myself. "That's it," he growled. "I know you like it, take it".

I felt completely and utterly betrayed, as an orgasm tore through me, and I came, right then and there, in his arms, jerking and turning, gasping and crying out as the surging waves of unwanted pleasure burned me to the core. If it weren't for his strong arm holding me tight, I would have collapsed. When I was finally able to stop shuddering, he reached his hand up, drenched with my cum, and smeared it into my face and forcing me to taste my own juices.

"Oh, you are such a slut, who would have thought you had that much in you.".  With that last jibe, he lifted me off my feet, loosened the noose and slid it off my neck, and shoved me forward onto the ground. I was too exhausted to fight, and still quivering from the orgasm he'd torn from me. the surrender and fear over ridden by the arousal and pleasure I had just received. pleasure My body ached as I lay there slowly inhaling the musty air surrounding me. The souls of my feet engulfed in pain, my back and thighs burning with the raw wounds and welts from being beaten. My head still throbbing and my mind still in a state of shame. I had no chance to recover. The next thing I felt were his hands pulling me up onto my knees, and then his cock shoving deep into my wet pussy, completing the immense violation. I cried out. He shoved my face into the earth, and grabbing my tied hands like reins, thrust himself deep. I tried to struggle, but he kept shoving me back, his strength overpowering my disagreement, his cock pounding deep in me, punching the insides of my womb with each thrust. Causing me to once again contest the pleasure from the painful thrusts taking my breath away spreading out from my rebellious cunt like a plague. I couldn't stop him, I couldn't stop it. My body revolted against me, and I came with a scream and knelt there, as he used me like nothing but a fuck toy, and I came again and again as he rode me, thrusting brutally deep into me, emotionless until finally he was spent, and he came inside me. I could feel his cock pulse when he did, in unison with the pounding of my cunt.

He slid out and pulled up his pants. I just lay there, feeling utterly forsaken, and utterly mortified, and utterly alive, as every nerve on every inch of me boiled. I could feel his cum dripping out of my pussy. Ozzing like some puss filled gash infected with slime I was beyond caring. I was beyond thinking. I lay there still thankful it was all over.
"Get up, ," he barked. Get up now!!"

With trembling limbs, I managed to get to my knees, and then wobble slowly to my feet. Cum dripped down my leg; mine and his, intermixed. I moaned with disblife I thought I was safe I thought it was all over.

"Stop that, you whiny brat," He mocked. I just looked at him, hoping that whatever he had in mind was near its completion, hoping that soon I could go.
"What?" he demanded. "Do you have something to say?"
"P - please," I stammered. "I've done everything you've asked. Please let me go."
"Who says I'm done with you?" He punched my face leaving me with a bloody nose. my head boomed with the pressure . He grabbed me by the throat and pulled me closer. "What do you have to do that's more important than me, whore? You're my whore, remember?" He picked me up again, and slid the noose around my neck, synching it down tight once more, and stood me to demi pointe.
"No," I begged. "Please no. I just - I just...." I fumbled for words. "I have to pee!" I cried, with a sob.
looking at me with disbelief he undid his belt, whipped it out of his belt loops, and whacked me solidly across the back with it. I winced in pain. He whacked me again. And again. I yelped, and jerked, trying desperately to turn away.
 
"You better hurry up and piss yourself whore. I am waiting." He kept striking me with his belt, bringing fire anew coursing across the back of my body. With what little ounce of decorum I had left seemed to depart my body as I slowly pissed myself.
The warmth running down my leg, mixing with the cum, pooling into a warm, muddy puddle at my feet, and he continued to strike me until at last I was finished.
"Why must you make things so hard on yourself?" He chided.

I panted. As he replaced his belt. I was humiliated beyond words, but oh so relieved at the same time.
Once again, He untied the rope from the tree, and slipped the noose off of my neck. He wrapped up the rope, securing it to his belt. I fell to the ground and lay there lifeless and numb from what I ad just experienced. my body had suffered and my mind was completely derelict, I didn't know what to think as I saw the foot steps disappear into the trees, until they were out of site and I could no longer hear the branches beneath his feet.

Its certainly not how I had expected to spend my birthday day.

Daddy's hunger for sluts

I always trust Daddy and don't question His judgement as a submissive bisexual I am always wanting to please Him yet I am hungry for girls, I love go watch Him use and abuse girls. I like to stroke their hair as He hurts them, I like to lap up the pleasures He allows them and I enjoy sharing His cock.

This one is of His own finding and she needs to be abused hard. I have never met her but know we have a lot in common. 

I have been working all day and had headed over to Daddy's. I was told to strip and lie down, whilst a female friend sat entertained at the edge of the bed with a tub of ice cream. 

My legs spread wide, my pussy soaked and ready, I feel like a dirty filthy fuck puppet as She watches me  bucking my hips. I start to find my sweet spot moaning lightly as I build the rhythm. 

He picks up the phone and starts to command the slut on the other end of the line. He looks at me with a wicked yet stern grin and the submission sinks across my skin. The giggling halted and my playfulness frozen. 

Pushing the magic wand against my clit He begins to work it, my hips buck automatically as He reaches my clit and holds it in place. I cry out and want to beg silently I ask over and over again knowing I need to learn to be patient He makes me feel easy and wantingful. 

commanding us both I hear her moan down the phone as He reaches in and grabs my throat, stopping my cries and controlling my breathing. This is how I like it, the brutality making me even more wet. I like it when the choice is taken away from me, Daddy does not ask He simply does. The magic wand squirms at my wet hole as I know what is about to happen. 

Holding it my head becomes light, my breathing still not my own choice, holding it I feel the energy building below. As I cum the air rushes to my lungs the feeling pulses through my body and overpowers my limbs. I'm soaking, and pleasured. Grateful to the evil man i call Daddy! As He growls and commands me, He has taken what is His. 

I'd like to lay like this all evening but we have company and our take away arrived whilst Daddy used me and the slut on the phone. 

He really should set up a Filthy Daddy hot line. 

A few weeks later I find myself standingat the platform as her train pulls in I know it's going to be a filthy weekendbut that’s for another time ... 

Throat Fucking

Daddy likes it hard really hard! 

Sucking His cock is not something to be done with ease. He is rough, brutal in fact. He face fucks me until He shoots His load down my throat! 

Daddy is kind and always gives me my magic medicine. I enjoy His harsh aggressive nature this is affection. This is how I like it. 

I gasp as He grabs a fist full of my hair forcing me to meet His swollen cock. He's not fully hard yet it's more than big enough to choke me. This only makes His cock twitch. 

I want to please Him, pleasure Him if I suck properly He groans with delight. Working my tongue around the head and licking down the shaft. My mind focuses on the out come. I want to taste Him I want to swallow every last drop. I am eager greasy and moan with my delight. 

He reaches down and grabs at my pig tails. Pulling tightly I gasp as He forces it to the back of my throat. Successively this is repeated over and over, I gasp and fight back the gags as tears roll down my cheeks.  

I close my eyes tight and think of how much He enjoys this. I want to please Him at all times. Sucking His cock I swallow and gasp He's not going to let me come up, my body starts to send tingles down to my thighs. My body aches for the air, and soon I start to panic I suck harder more wanting fully I need this as much as I need air. Pulling my head back He pushes me to the end of the bed. 

"Open slut" He growls and I cry out with the familiar fear I know what's about to happen. My back flat to the bed my legs spread wide. Opening my mouth I inhale and wait for His cock to slide down my throat. 

He likes this He can feel how deep He is, inside my throat He thrusts fucking me. Using my mouth as a hole. As hard as it is I enjoy this. I get off on it! I've never understood why but the harder He uses me the wetter I am. This feeling so alien, I wriggle and struggle as I gasp for air. 

His thrusts quicken and He picks up a pounding pace. Fucking my throat as I moan. I want this from Daddy I start to beg in my Mind "please Daddy please Fuck me" I enjoy making Him cum this provides me with the reassurance that I can please Him. 

Some times i realise how lucky I am to have a filthy perverted Daddy such as Him. My thighs moist and needing His attention I fumble and find my pleasure spot. Gently caressing I part my lips and start to work myself. This starts to take my mind off His crule pace. He starts to count me down. As I hold I feel my fingers soaking with my enjoyment. Orgasming and fighting for air I struggle and silently beg for mercy.  

He thrusts as He calls out with the pleasure unloading into my mouth, rapidly it shoots and oozes down the back of my throat before I have time to swallow. Spurt after spurt He moans with delight... I gently suck the end and smile up at Daddy! 

"Thank You" I giggle softly licking my lips. I'd happily do that all day!!! 

Daddy's Evil Fucksaw

When I play I would like to think I do not draw attention by being vocal and loud, I like to let Daddy do that part. I enjoy myself yes, I am vocal when I reach the point that Daddy allows me to cum, but this usually is not like I am screaming a club down. 

I have wanted to do some inverted suspension for a while, I daily send Daddy images of girls tied up and we discuss the possibilities and fun we could have. This usually results in lots of filthy encounters. 

I am told to strip and leave only my heels and stockings on. I look at Him shocked and He glares a look which makes me want to beg. Hesitantly I strip taking my dress and underwear off. Standing in a crowded club whilst people look on or continue with their conversations leaves me feeling vulnerable and exposed.

He laces rope around my breast bounding them tight together. I stand with my hands behind my head and my legs spread wide apart. His pace is fast yet not rushed as He laces rope around my body. I am soon pulled to the tips of my toes and held in place. His attention moves to my thighs and I soon smell my arousal and blush with the thought of this. He’s not even touched me and I am ready to cum.

As my leg is lifted and my back arches I hear people starting to talk about what they see in front of them. My flexibility giving me no help as Daddy pulls the rope tighter, He applies a similar style with the other leg and soon I am off the floor, my legs are spread wide and my back is arched. The rope is biting into my breasts and I am unsure if it’s causing me to take shallow breaths. The tight sensation is on the edge of pleasurable. my minds falling slowly as He continues to tie me.

I soon find myself in the arms of a beautiful lady as He ties secures rope around my hips. My face submerged into her soft pale breast. She talks to me in a beautiful tone and strokes my hair. I would love nothing more than to seeing her tied up with me. As the rope around my hips alevitates some of the weight of my chest I begin to feel a little more comfortable. Rope is then positioned in between my mouth and I bite down. I am unable to talk and know my cries will be silenced.

I am ready and exposed; Daddy slowly spins me and starts to tell me how much of a filthy fuck puppet I am displayed for all to see, my legs spread wide. I start to whimper and know it’s useless. My anxieties fall from my mind and I submit to the moment. I am His little fuck puppet for His own personal entertainment and pleasure.

I feel His touch, He slowly glides His fingers past my legs and He growls at how wet I am, I feel Him insert something inside of me, I am unaware of what. Gently it starts to move in and out of my pussy and rapidly it begins to fuck me hard. I cry out with shock Daddy is fucking me with the fuck saw. This hand held machine which rips away orgasms is within me fucking me hard and fast.

Suddenly it picks up its pace and I scream out so loud that most people stop and saw what this evil man is up to. I scream and beg for him to stop. As the machine pounds away inside of me. Suddenly frantic, I began to struggle but in vain. My screams muffled by the gag, yet a clear cry for help.

Begging and pleading I am I unsure if I can tolerate the pain! I have never screamed like this before. My mind is filled with the shock and I am unable to back out, my usual playful bashfulness is torn away.

I have never had this kind of pain it burns and pulses within me. Hitting me deep and hard. I am aroused yet I want Him to stop. My body is tormented and abused. I am unable to stop Him! I beg and scream crying out for Him to stop "please Daddy please stop" repeatedly

Somehow I have removed the rope which gagged me. I am unsure how much longer I can take this for, my body succumbing to the vicious fuck saw, ripping the pleasures and sweet orgasms from me.

This is my first experience of a brutal encounter. Tears well into my eyes I fight them back and try to jerk my body! I am helpless and unable to move. My legs spread wide my breasts exposed. My whole body vibrates as the machine pulsates in and out of me.

I don't want this please Daddy no! I don't want to cum like this, not hear in front of people. This industrial machine taking what belongs to Him. Consensually or unconsensually this is going to happen I hold my breath and fight back the screams. Knowing this arouses me, even if it hurts. 

I want Him to start counting; I feel His touch teasing my clitoris. A rasp of a growl telling me what a dirty little fuck puppet I am. And right here within this club, suspended and immobile I feel very much that. I am weak, vulnerable and at His mercy.

My body wanting this yet my mind is still begging for Him to stop, suddenly the warmth grows and my hips tilt further back my body disobeying my mind. I want this and open myself, ready to release the painful tension. Counting me down I continue to scream aloud unable to control this situation or even my body, I submit to Him and hold it, with each command I edge further and further and suddenly my body releases the delightful pain and the sensations travel through my spine down to my legs. My toes curl and suddenly the energy relaxes me as i feel the aftershocks of the pleasures. I am limp and wanting to thank Daddy.

I pant erratically feeling exhausted and spent. I lay there listening to the voices and beat of the music. My body confuses me He slides a blade down my back. "oh please Daddy!" I thought He was done I thought that was it, my body feels punished I want to come down.

The cold steel excites my body, it's a cooling comforting sensation. These blades arouse and enlighten me. I enjoyably moan softly and beg as He charmingly torments me. Gliding them past my nipples the fear chills me. His gentle touch sinister yet attentive. I wish we were back at His place. I want to feel Him deep within me. My body reacts to His touch and willingly I buck my hips exposing my wet naked body.

My body grows with frustration and attentively I sway within the air anticipating His next move.

The adrenalin kicks in and soon enough the fuck saw is back within me! "Please Daddy"

This is too much, I have never encountered this and right now I don't want to. Rapidly it begins to devour me once more. Pushing me to the edge of what I think I am capable of.

My screams echo and the vibrations mirrored from how fast I am being fucked by His evil machine. Commanding me I pour myself onto the fuck saw my muscles clenching around the soft flesh-like cock.

I knew Daddy could push me but I didn't think I would beg as hard as I have. The evening has been filled with delightful memories and encounters and something within me is deeply grateful for Him abusing me. I softly snuggle Him once I am untied and happily I relax.

I cannot wait for the next time.

The Girl

Watching as Daddy ties her up,

He places the rope around her pert breast, her blond hair falls softly around her back. She’s never been tied up heavily before and her master wanted to have to be suspended.

She stands in front of Daddy with only panties, heels and stockings on. Her body slender with beautiful curves. I am almost envious of her frame.

She smiles nervously as He binds her. The confusion and fear of not knowing what my happen.

Daddy places the rope around her heels and spreads her legs as wide as he can.

I am sitting a little away watching with delight. Questioning if she would enjoy my tongue teasing her as He starts to torment her with his blades.

I am immensely aroused and enjoy seeing Daddy being evil to pretty girls. He runs his blades across her body and up towards her chest. Elegantly He glides them across her throat. And my body fills with fear.

Knowing and understanding how she feels radiates my arousal and sets me off on thinking how twisted and evil His mind is.

He starts to growl something in her ear and her body responds.

Charmingly He moves around her, stopping in front and chasing the blades down her skin. Pulling at her panties, the thought runs through my mind, will He cut them off her? Soon her master has joined Daddy and they both take pleasure in tormenting the sweet little thing hanging in front of them.

She bucks as her sex is teased; Daddy slaps her face, again and again. His hand heavier each time looking into His eyes she begs him harder and He happily obliges.

I am enjoying the show and take pleasure from seeing someone enjoy themselves as she is.

The brutality builds as she is flogged and groped by various people who stand around. Her master summoning his friends to join in.

She soon rides the pleasures and pain and releases her tensions crying out with pleasure.

Daddy has enjoyed the girl and unties her quickly. She’s lost within a pleasurable place and is slowing coming round to what she has just experienced.

Her smile was radiant throughout the night.

It was a nice little interlude but I know there is more to come...

Fuck Puppet Suspension

Sometimes documenting and explain situations, scenarios and experiences can dilute the extremity of how atmospheric and server He was with me. With the events I am about to describe this pretty much sums up how I feel about my filthy weekend with Daddy.

After a public interaction with a few websites people voted for their favourite way of me being used and abused in public at a fetish club. The list included but was not limited to the following; Rope suspension, inverted suspension, insertion of dildo handled sword, fucked with a bat.

My outfit I kept very simple yet slutty obviously was the main theme, I wore a little black dress with seamed stockings and no panties along with stiletto heels.

We arrived at the club and found ourselves a place to set up the equipment. Daddy had packed a number of things including some toys I was less excited to be acquainted with. His fucksaw I had seen plugged in and set to a medium speed a few weeks back, the fear of knowing He planned to use it on me only added to my suspense of what was going to happen.

 The club was set on two levels with a dance floor below and a labyrinth of rooms and spaces on the upper floor. With tasteful décor I liked the layout and style of venue even if it was a little secluded. After taking a peek at the rooms Daddy assed the suspensions points in the club and we soon realised this one was area, which they were lacking in.

Thinking on his feet He quickly walked over to a pole in the middle of a small dance floor and said “I will have to suspend you off this then own I” confused and a little puzzled. I watched as He unravelled the red rope and started to lace it around the pole.  Trusting Him completely I took pleasure in watching Him work His magic.

Directing me to remove my dress and pulling me towards Him the anticipation filling me to the core. Harnessing my breast the look of wickedness had already taken over Daddy. The exhibitionism pulling at my arousal as He pulls at my breast I start to fear if this will truly hold my weight. Comfortably bound my back flush with the cold steel of the pole, this only adds to the growing aching.

He laces rope around the pole and feeds between my teeth. Securing my head to and gagging me, this is repeated twice and the same technique is applied to my eyes. The images of Daddy and the crowed looking on at us spin within my mind. I have no concept of what He wishes to do to me. Drawing each leg and spreading them wide I am suspended and displayed like a puppet. My heels bound to the pole keeping my legs in place and exposing every part of me.

Immobile and aroused the tensions builds higher, I feel the cold blades chasing down my chest stopping short of my nipples.

My body tenses and my full attention drawn to His every movement. I hold my breath as He leans in close sending shivers down my spine. I gasp as a low throaty growl begins at my earlobe, the vibration of His lip causes me to quiver uncontrollably. He grazes the blades across my throat.

The sharp edges dance over my body slowly teasing me, tracing an unhurried and deliberate path. The sensations and fear pushing me further to the edge, just as I feel I am unable to hold myself they find their way past my thighs slithering up to clit. Biting the

rope is my only relief from his torment. Soaking with sheer delight as I am manipulated effortlessly.

The fear convulsing though my body, pulling at my arousal as I reach an unbearable weight. He beings to count me down, my body giving into his torment I cry out and feel myself pull against the rope. My body begins to fall and my mind plays a cruel trick of making me believe I am slipping from the pole. I feel body glide to the floor for what feels like eternity but I don’t reach the floor and soon I realise I am secure.

My breathing eases, I soon feel as if I’m ready to come down. But Daddy has other plans. I feel the a heavy bulky object trace down my thigh rapidly I feel it pushing, edging it’s way into my body. Stretching me open, and the wicked pace begins thrusting heavy and deep inside of me. I bite down on the rope hoping it will ease the pain and pleasure rushing though me.

My whole body trembles and I can feel my legs quivering as the bat thrusts within me. Pulsating as He forcefully takes the orgasm from me. I cry out as I surrendering to the brutality and realising I am His little fuck puppet.

My body enjoying the forceful tension as He thrusts and jerks it inside, pulling it straight out and placing it back in forcibly, violently tormenting me. I want to beg, I want to cry out for mercy holding my breath He steals another from me.

As I am unbound and brought back to reality of the club my legs weak and my mind absent. I am grateful to be in Daddy’s arms although I have the feeling the night is not over yet.

Daddy's Little Fuck Puppet

My mouth utters the sound of pleasure from the pain that You inflict. Maybe its brutal, a violent anti-social act that You perform.  I don’t know but I continue to beg for more.

Take it steady, do not rush this is the usual principle applied to anal sex, this is only my second time and this time Daddy takes me differently. My legs bowed over my head and hooked into metal rails. My knees either side of my chest my hole exposed and ready.

Slipping His cock into my pussy Daddy warns me this is all the lube I shall be getting. My pussy dripping I have been craving His cock all day begging silently for Him to use me. His cock devours my cunt immersed within the pleasures I start to build. The feeling painful yet I want more, I buck my hips to seek more but before I am able to cum Daddy suddenly pulls out and stops. With a wickedness in His eyes I anticipate what He has planned.

He Pushes His cock into my arse, the pain rushes though my muscles as it tightens around Him, I scream from the pain. I try to relax as He forces His hard cock inside of me.

He rams it smoothly and glides into my wanting hole, my breathing begins to ease. I concentrate on pleasing Daddy remembering how much He enjoyed my special little hole. Tears pool in my eyes as I beg, the feeling more intense He pushes it deep into my arse and begins to thrust.

My mind starts to fill with delight and arousal of how exposed and open I feel, this position is deep and as He grinds at a steady rhythm. I begin to accept what is happening as thrusting further into me, I cry out, from the pain and soreness enticing my arousal confusing my mind as it screams no.

I being writhe with the intensity as He picks up the pace, driving harder into me, the bed slams against the wall as He pounds.

I whimper as He fucks me deeper, my muscles clenching and soon I can feel it building. I cannot ignore the throbbing from the forceful slamming as Daddy enjoys himself. Holding on to the bed He rocks harder into me.

He pulls out and slams back in, I scream out as He counts me down, my body tensing and compliant with how He wants to use me. I’ve never been fucked this hard before and as I come He adds more force to his pace, giving me no relief or rest as He enjoys himself.

Pushing my legs wider I feel him deep within me, I didn’t realise it would be so challenging. My legs burning as I feel the stretch, adding more sorrow to my acceptance of being Daddy’s little fuck puppet. My cries echoing with the slamming of the bed and Daddy’s growls.

He slides a steel weighted plug into my pussy, the sensation jolts me as it eases its self in. and soon enough the fucking reaches it’s most severe speed and heavy pace. Pounding me hard I feel like whore my hole open and wanting matching Him I start to push back so that it hurts me further.

Daddy is giving me what I deserve and I want to feel him cum inside of me, I will take this for Daddy. Tears rolling down my cheeks as I gasp for breathe as He starts to snarl at me.

He blows his hot load into my tight arse as I cum in time with Him, I am silent and unable to move. He thrusts his last spurts further side of me.

My body begins to relax and my breathing steadies, just as I think He is going to pull out He starts to torment me again thrusting my pussy hard…

Please Daddy no!