Wake Up Call
Daddy’s grrl © 2006

The phone rings.

I’m not sure if it’s real or a part of the dream I was just having. I quickly snap into reality when I realize it is His ring. Daddy is calling me. I don’t want Him to know I had been sleeping so I quickly sit up and clear my throat before I answer.

“Helloooooo,” I coo sweetly.

“Good morning, slave,” His husky voice replies. He always sounds so sexy in the morning. “How is Daddy’s girl this morning? Were you sleeping?”

“I’m fine Daddy, no, I wasn’t sleeping.”

“Hmmm… you sound like you were sleeping. You wouldn’t lie to Daddy, would you?” 

I wouldn’t. I couldn’t.

“No, Daddy, I wouldn’t lie to you. I was sleeping, but I’m up now.”

“Mm hmmm, so you did lie to Daddy then. We’ll deal with that later,” he says sternly. “What are you wearing, slut?”

“I’m naked, Daddy,” I reply with a coy smile that I know he can hear. He knows I sleep naked, but he loves to ask me what I’m wearing and make me tell him I’m naked.

“Very good, very good – rub that slutty pussy.”

I start to protest because, after all I did just wake up and I have to pee very badly, but I know better. Just as I slip my hand down between my legs He says:

“Wait. Go pee first.”

“Daddy knows his girl so well,” I think with a smile and then scamper down the ladder of my loft bed, careful not to let my bare skin touch the cold metal, and into the bathroom. As I begin to release the night’s accumulation, I hold the phone down close to the bowl so He can hear the echo of the long, powerful stream. He begins to speak as I put the phone back to my ear:

“Hmmm my girl had to go quite badly I see,” he begins. “I should have made you hold it.”

I let out a whimper and a diabolical chuckle escapes His lips.
“Awww, don’t worry baby, Daddy wouldn’t do that to you. Now hurry up and get back on the bed, I woke up in the mood to punish you this morning and your little tattle tale a few minutes ago gives me all the more reason.”

I scurry back up the ladder and assume the position: legs spread, phone propped against my ear, one hand between my smooth, thick, thighs – but not yet touching my pussy – and the other caressing one of my soft, luscious breasts, the brown nipple almost painfully erect with anticipation.

“I’m back on the bed Daddy.”

“It’s about time, now – play with that nasty little pussy.”

My fingers work their way between my plump, moist pussy lips and grasp my large, stiff clit before the command can fully escape His lips. I’ve been waiting for Him and I’m very excited.

“I know it’s wet, isn’t it? Yes, you’ve been waiting for Daddy’s call haven’t you? That’s why you didn’t want me to know you were sleeping, afraid I’d tell you to go back to bed and we’d talk later?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Mm hmmm, but you don’t lie to me no matter what, you understand that slut? You will always tell Daddy the truth. Are you still playing with that slutty pussy?”

“Yes,” I moan softly.

“And who’s pussy is that? Who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you, Daddy.”

“Don’t you forget that, bitch. You are mine and your body is solely for my enjoyment. You haven’t touched your pussy without Daddy’s permission have you?”

“No, Daddy,” I manage, though I am already completely entranced by His voice and the motion of my fingers and the faint sloshing of my juices as I continue rubbing my clit.

“Good, you’d better not. Hmmm I bet you wanted to though, didn’t you? Yes, Daddy’s got a nasty little slut over there… I bet you’d like my dick in your mouth right now wouldn’t you whore? You’d love for me to be holding a handful of your hair and be working this thick dick in and out of your whorish mouth, delivering a sharp slap to your face every time your teeth touch it.”

I moan loudly.

“Oh, does that turn you on slut? Make that pussy even wetter? Huh? Answer me!”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Of course it does, because you’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you.”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I’m a dirty little slut,” I repeat, grasping my nipple with one hand and feverishly working my clit with the other. He always knows just what to say to me and when.

“Yes, lucky for you your Daddy loves little whores like you,” he said with an audible sneer. “Mmm, I can feel that nasty little mouth on my dick now. You know that you will service me as long as I like before I even think about touching that dirty pussy don’t you? Yes, Daddy’s gonna teach you how to suck his dick the right way and you’re gonna keep on sucking it until he’s satisfied. Even after I shoot all this hot cum down your throat, you’re gonna keep sucking it and get it hard again and make me cum as many times as I want because that’s what you’re for, isn’t it whore?”

“Mmm, yes Daddy,” I whimper, fingers intently tugging my clit, my juices trickling down between the crack of my ass. I’m getting so close to cumming but I don’t want to let it go just yet.

“Indeed, your job is to please Daddy. Maybe if you do it very well I’ll reward you by sliding this thick dick into that tight, slutty little pussy. You’re always bragging about your tightness, you know I will force if I have to. Mmm, you would like that wouldn’t you slut? Daddy holding you down on the bed, working his dick into that juicy little pussy, stroking you in and out, in and out delivering a nice hard slap to your face just because…”

My breath begins to quicken, I’m so close to the edge it’s almost painful. He continues:

“…I can. I know you’re close to cumming, you better ask me before you cum you nasty bitch. Mmm, yes, I’d have one hand firmly wrapped around your throat just to show you who’s in control. I’ll continue to fuck you mercilessly, you’ll beg me to stop and I’ll tell you to shut the fuck up and take this dick, this is what you wanted, isn’t it slut? Isn’t it? Answer me whore!”

“Yes, Daddy! Yes, yes, oh Daddy may I cum please! Please Daddy I’m gonna cum!”

“Hold it slut! Not yet, hold it,” He commands. I’m in agony, ready to explode, I writhe and whimper on the bed begging Him to let me cum and finally He gives His permission:

“Now, cum for me.”
I let out a loud, high-pitched squeal, I shiver and shake with a powerful orgasm, my clit throbs and spasms.

“Yes, that’s it slut,” he chides, “Give Daddy his cum. Mmm, who’s pussy is that?”

“I-i-i-t’s y-y-your p-p-pussy D-d-daddy,” I stammer as my body continues to quiver and quake. I manage to pry my finger from my clit, but the aftershocks still run through me. A large tear breaks forth from my right eye and a soft sob escapes my lips. I clutch my pillow tight, wishing desperately that is was Him in my arms.

“There there, baby, don’t cry,” he says, his soft baritone comforting me. “You came very hard for me didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I whisper, still on my hormonal high.

“That’s a good girl; you did very well this morning. Now, dry your face. Don’t cry, baby, you’ll be with Daddy soon enough. Whenever I make you cry I’ll be there to kiss the tears away. And you know, I will make you cry,” he said snidely.

I let out a soft chuckle as I dry my eyes. I let myself bask in his glow until his words bring me back.

“I have to go to work now, pumpkin.”

“Aww, ooook.”

“I know, I know. I don’t want to leave you either, but you know I must. Now you be a good girl and have the paddle waiting by the bed when I get home, you’ve got some punishment coming later.”

Fin.