story part 4…finally

Daddy,

This part took a while to edit and everything but here it is finally. i’m sorry for the interruption in the story. If you haven’t already read the story parts 1-3 go on back, it won’t take long at all; they are much shorter than this one. And thank You Daddy for helping me write this part of the story. i think it’s so important that what You want is in the story as well. Thanks also for writing that sweet post and defending our needs and desires. i miss You.

love,

sarah

When W/we reach the door Daddy stops, His right hand still holding mine and He turns to me. “sarah, you know if you want to you can leave now.” i bite my lower lip nervously though there is no doubt in my mind that i’m walking through that door. i realize how unsure i must look and try to appear more confident. i smile up at Him, “Daddy, i’ve been waiting too long for this to let the butterflies in my stomach tell me to turn around.” He leans down and kisses the tip of my nose, “That’s my good lil girl.” Daddy unlocks the door and W/we step inside. i wait while He locks the door behind U/us. Once He’s done my Daddy is on me in a second kissing me more passionately than O/our first kiss in the elevator. His hands cup the sides of my face and His mouth molds to mine, teaching me what it’s like to really be kissed. i press my body to Him, wrapping my arms around my Daddy while i hope this never ends. But when it does He presses His lips to my ear, “sarah, you are Mine and when you are with Me you will do exactly as I say, without question.” i nod slowly, His stern voice makes me feel so vulnerable.

Daddy turns, taking my hands once again, leading me to the bed. “sarah, remove your clothing, kneel into the submission position while Daddy prepares the room.” As I kneel, placing my hands open and palms up upon my knees, Daddy turns and moves to the bags He brought with him. i’m watching intently, curious and still very nervous about the future. Yet this man that has enticed me to Him like a moth to a flame has all my trust. i long to serve Him in any manner He may allow. I need to be His and His alone. As Daddy pulls out the one thing i’ve dreamed of, the white collar, my lil cunt begins to seep wantonly. Daddy hasn’t even looked at me since He had me kneel as i should have without being told. Now, thinking to myself, Daddy should punish His lil girl for not thinking of this. i’m secretly hoping He will and i long to feel His open hand on my ass. Daddy crosses the room and around the bed near the outer wall. Laying a hair brush, red horse hair flogger, a rubber flogger and a leather flogger on the round table. i bite my lip wondering why my Daddy needs so many different floggers.

Daddy crosses back to the case, and now i see it open with all the items in their places. i’m so curious about all those things, yet never had a desire to feel them cause I’ve always wanted to be a good lil girl for Daddy. Daddy deserves a good lil sub slut daughter. Daddy leans over the suitcase. How’d Daddy get that through the airport security? He must know someone i think. Daddy didn’t notice when i looked over at the table to see the white collar. It wasn’t there. What did He do with it? Daddy had the collar hanging from His pocket and now i know Daddy is going to make Me His own. i want to fidget but instead i try to hold so still for Him, afraid that one wrong move would make Him change His mind. With Daddy between the case and me, i can’t see what all is in the case still. Daddy turns holding a chain of a bright chrome look. Looks like a dog choker actually. i hope that’s not for Me. His hand is closed around two black canes of about my lil finger size and three feet long and one about the size of my middle finger. my eyes get wider and i can’t help but stare as i take a deep breath. Daddy has brought several punishment tools, and i’ve not done anything that bad. i see white duct tape. i secretly wonder if maybe i’ve overlooked some important rule. The rope comes out next, blue and somehow i knew Daddy would only bring blue rope.

Daddy turns to me and walks back to me. i don’t dare look up at Him, yet i want to see those blue eyes of His. “sarah, stand, turn and lay down onto your tummy on the bed. Knees at the end of the bed. As i stand, Daddy’s hand comes to my face once again, caressing my left cheek, then spins me around by the shoulders and says: “sarah, hurry and get into position and do as you’re told.” i hurry laying down like Daddy told me to afraid of what might happen if i don’t. As i picture His collection of floggers in my head Daddy slaps my lil ass cheek, the right one. I guess because Daddy is right handed. Daddy takes the blue rope and takes My lil hands behind and begins to bind Me as i’d fantasized about so many times. Feeling as though this is now the most real thing i’ve ever felt or known till now. As i realize my fantasizes are all about to come true my lil cunt begins to get wetter and wetter. Daddy is pulling both hands together now and binding them together and then up to my elbows and binding them as well. Hurts so good, bringing so many thoughts through my mind of how this will work. Not having to wait long as Daddy sits down beside me and begins to run His hands over my smooth lil butt. i love that and know there will be some heated slaps coming soon.

i take a few deep breaths as i try to calm my nerves but all i can think about is My Daddy’s hand on me and my cunt getting wetter and my ass getting warmer. Without notice His hand leaves my lil butt and down it comes without warning and it feels sooooooooo good. i can’t help but jerk just a little but mostly from surprise. After that first and best slap i’ve ever felt, with such a hard crash and loud sound, my lil cunt automatically oozes so much, the heat in my cunt displayed now. i long for Him to touch me there even lifting my hips so He can see how bad i need it. Daddy rubs the red spot so tenderly, all around and it feels excruciatingly good. “ohhhh Daddy.” i moan as i wiggle my lil ass under His hand. Daddy then moves a single finger down my asshole and then further down my cunt lips to find my clit. My ass rises higher and it doesn’t seem like I can find it within me to let it down. i’m in such need of more. More Daddy.

part 3

Daddy,

i wrote this third part yesterday. It’s not very long i know but i’ll try to write a little more later today.

As W/we pull into the hotel parking lot You tell me i can put my arms down. i sigh and let them fall into my lap. “Stay in the car until I open your door.” i sit quietly, my stomach in knots as You remove Your luggage from the trunk. You open my door and press Your mouth to my ear Your warm breath washing over my neck, “Don’t say a word until I speak to you, understand?” “yes Daddy.” “Good girl, now follow Me.” i get out of the car and follow You into the hotel. i wait patiently beside You while You check in. You pocket the key and point me in the direction of the elevators. As the door dings open You motion for me to get in i barely get both feet in the door before You push me against the wall. i gasp in surprise, one of Your hands presses gently against my throat the other grabs my butt pulling me even closer to You and forcing my cunt against Your thigh as Your mouth traps mine. Your wet tongue pushing its way in, deep into my mouth. i close my eyes and let my body melt against Yours. Your hand trails down my chest from my neck to my breasts cupping my left breast in Your hand. Your mouth is still kissing me deeply, tasting me for the first time when the elevator dings. You immediately drop me leaving me desperately needing You and a little dazed grasping the bar on the wall of the elevator. “Well come on. you can ride the elevator all you want later.” You say as You stand in the hallway, Your hand outstretched and waiting for me. i can’t help but notice a little wet spot on Your pants from where my cunt was forced against You and i smile a little knowing that i’m only going to get wetter. i step forward laying my hand in Yours and letting You guide me to the hotel room.

love,

sarah

Part 2

Daddy,

Here is the next part in the story. i hope You like it.

my arms tighten around You and i sniffle a little. “Shhh I know, I know, it’s ok now.” i can feel Your hands rubbing my back, stroking my hair. Then one hand slips down over my butt; i can feel You checking for my panties though Your hand stays outside of my skirt. You hold my arms and take a step back. i smile and blush again as You look me up and down. “you’re a very good lil girl, sarah.” “Thank You, Daddy.” You lean down and kiss my cheek and for a split second i can feel Your warm tongue lick the salty path of my tears. i squirm as my lil cunt gets just a little wetter. i eye Your luggage at O/our feet and realize that You’ve packed quite a bit of stuff, i can’t help but wonder what surprises You have in store for me. You pick up Your bags and usher me outside to get in the rental car. You open the car door for me and watch me get inside before putting Your bags in the trunk and getting into the driver’s seat. i sit quietly my hands in my lap as W/we navigate out of the airport parking lot. “Sarah, put your hands behind your head and spread your legs.” i look over at You, somewhat surprised that You are already telling me what to do but i don’t question You. i put my hands behind my head and watch my skirt ride up as i spread my legs as wide as i can. i can hear You chuckle a little evilly. “Good girl.” Your hand moves towards me and comes to rest on my knee, You squeeze it softly and i squirm and giggle because it tickles. Your hand begins to creep up my thigh and push my skirt up so that my cunt is exposed. i whisper, “oh Daddy please don’t” as i glance out the window nervously. You say “quiet lil one.” as Your hand cups my cunt. i take a deep breath and Your middle finger begins to trace up and down my lil slit before sinking inside. A soft moan escapes my lips as my hips leave the seat and push up into Your hand. i can hear You laughing again, obviously pleased with how much i need You and how wet i am. “Good girl, now turn and smile at the man beside U/us.” Sure enough W/we’ve stopped at a stop light and a young man in a SUV is staring through my window. You watch my face turn red as i manage a small smile but the man isn’t looking at my face; he’s watching You fuck me with Your finger and my hips rising to meet each thrust. The light turns green and You remove Your finger, now slick with my juices as W/we speed off. i whimper and pout as You replace my skirt and give my thigh a pat. “I know, patience lil girl.”

love,

sarah

Writing for You

Daddy,

i know You told me to write about the first time W/we’re together and i told You i already did but i suppose i could write more about it and more in my own words. So in a perfect world…

i’m waiting anxiously at the airport for You. i’m wearing a little blue skirt, no panties, and a white button-up just like You instructed. It makes me nervous because i don’t normally go without any panties and i know soon i’ll be so wet that the threat of my juices running down my thighs will be very real. i check to make sure Your flight isn’t late for about the 20th time and scan the crowd again. i fidget a little bit and remove my cell phone from my purse so i’m sure not to miss Your call if You do call. i shift my weight from one foot to the next then Your hand comes to rest on my shoulder. “Sarah, stop fidgeting.” i can’t help but tense up if not from Your stern voice then from the uncomfortable weight of Your hand on my shoulder. my nerves are going crazy and i want to panic from that one simple touch but i hold my ground. i turn to look at You but i can only glance up at Your face before my eyes find a spot on the floor to stare at. Your finger slips under my chin and lifts my face to Yours. i blush bright red and feel my cheeks getting warm as i find the courage to look into Your eyes. “Ah there’s My lil girl, what not even a little ‘hi’ for your Daddy?” i open my mouth to say “hi, Daddy” but i can’t even hear my own voice though my lips form the words. You don’t seem to mind, “Hi.” You say as You beam down at me but i have to look away as i force a shy little smile. Then to my surprise i feel Your strong arm wrap around my waist and pull me close. i look up at You again. Your other hand pushes away my bangs and runs through my hair as You pull me even closer and plant a soft kiss on my forehead. “There this is much better, isn’t it?” i nod a little. Your body feels warm and strong against mine. You make me feel so small and so young. That’s when i give in, resting my head against Your chest and wrapping my own arms around You. A little tear slips down my cheek and soaks into Your shirt as i whisper, “Finally.”

How about i just write a little more on this each day? i’ll talk to You soon. Miss You.

love,

sarah

Assignment #1

Assignment: I want you to write about how we met and what I’ve meant to you through all this.

Daddy,

Last night I was thinking about what I’d write to you today. It seemed to flow then but now it’s a little harder.

I wish I could remember when we met. It was on bolt right? Heh it’s no wonder they’ve shut down and remade bolt so much. There were a lot of bad things going on there. I wish I could remember what we first talked about. Sometimes I wonder about how it all started. Did I contact you or did you contact me? Who seduced who? Did you know when you met me that you’d love me forever? I’m sorry this isn’t about what you remember it’s about what I remember.

I suppose the earliest thing I can remember is talking with your other submissive lil girls. I seem to remember we were 15 or so. By then I was already trapped…(no that implies that I didn’t have a choice but maybe I didn’t maybe deep down I knew I was born for you), I wanted you so bad, but I wanted you all to myself. So I tried to play nice for you. You know I didn’t like it at all. You know I was selfish and jealous then and I still am. It’s bad of me I know and I try to be nice I really do. But I loathed talking to those girls. Lisa, wasn’t that one of them? I felt that they were so immature and stupid. And yet I was jealous of the experience they had because at the time I was so completely virgin. However, I felt like I was better than them and I deserved to have you all to myself. I didn’t understand why I had to share. But I did. Maybe I did like talking to them sometimes when you weren’t around. But when you were on I hated to share and I remember sometimes having to wait while you talked to them privately. But, and this is a big but, I also seem to remember you telling me I was your favorite. Sometimes I doubted you and even accused you of saying it to all of us. But I was your favorite wasn’t I? I wish I could remember more perhaps when we talk about it later things will come flooding back.

Now then, the second part; what you’ve meant to me through all of this. It’s so hard to write about this because words don’t come easily and don’t convey how I really feel. But I’m going to try. When we first met you were like any other older man I met on the internet who told me they were Dom and let me show them how I felt deep down in side; I didn’t trust you, I never trusted any of them…it’s why I’m still alive today. And also because when I was younger I never seriously thought that I would do this in real life. I knew I needed it but doubted I’d ever get it except over the internet; mostly I was scared. Scared of the lifestyle, of what it meant about me, and scared mostly of scary old men.

But you didn’t push me. You let me grow with you and learn that it doesn’t have to be scary and dangerous. You didn’t push me to come to you because you knew in time I would do that on my own. It speaks so much about your character, first that you’re patient and honest, and second that you were Dom enough to understand me and know that I was going to need this forever and I’d always come back. You let me grow to trust you and inturn I was as honest as I’ve ever been. You are the only person who knows everything, everyside of me. You know about Justin and Ricky, I tell you about my friends when they come up, you know what I need and what I want and I’ve never been afraid to tell you what I’m really thinking. I even tell you when I’ve been bad lol; knowing full well that I’ll be scolded and even punished or maybe sometimes because I know I’ll be scolded and punished. Even when I’m on a sabbatical I’ve told you about whats going on in my life and my problems and you always listened. I guess what I’m trying to say is you’re my everything because I can tell you anything. I don’t have to be afraid of what you think of me; you don’t judge me. You’ve been a listener and a teacher; you’ve molded me and guided me. You’ve been my best friend, my lover, and my father. I’ve been your slave, your sub, your friend, and your lil girl. And I’m not scared anymore because I trust you and I trust this because its evolved and changed and I know that it’ll only get better. love, sarah