The First Time
Daddy’s grrl © 2006

Part I

He had me from “Hello.”

His voice was deep and rich, His demeanor was firm and His description – almost too good to be true. I knew from the conversation that he was a TRUE Dom who wouldn’t be afraid to treat me as kindly or harshly as I deserved, but… was he really 6’8? And Lawd – was he really packing like he said?? Only time and meeting face to face would tell – pictures don’t always tell the whole story.

We were in constant contact from the day wet met – we talked on the phone incessantly and were on instant messenger or sending text messages to each other’s phones when we weren’t talking. We talked about everything and anything and of course, we discussed meeting. I wanted to take my time, but the vibes and his commands were just too strong – the chemistry was perfect and he was oh so eager to show me that he is everything I’ve ever wanted and needed. It was a Thursday, we were talking as usual. And then it came. I felt like a lightening bolt went through my body when he said – “You’re gonna be my bitch. I’m coming to get you tomorrow.”

My head was spinning? Should I do this? Could I do this? I’d been into “the life” for a LONG time but never found a truly worthy Master to do all the nasty little things I’ve craved for so long. To treat me how I’ve always wanted to be treated and to love me the way I’ve always wanted to be loved. You see, I’m a sub and “vanilla” love could never satisfy me. I need more than love – I need ownership, and all indications were that he was just the one to possess me. Right now, he had me address him as Sir, after tomorrow, I’d surely earn the right to call him Daddy.

That night, I lay in bed, half dozing and wholly nervous about what the next day would hold. He text messaged me intermittently to let me know how close he was and then I got the final call where he said:

“Get up and get dressed now, slut. I’ll be there in an hour.”

The excitement was almost too much for me to handle. I tried to remember to breathe as I showered, slathered myself with smell-good emollients, fixed my hair and generally tried to make myself as appealing as I could – as any good sub would. He already thought I was sexy and gorgeous – I wanted him to fall in love at first sight. When I was ready, I checked the clock – 15 minutes to spare. He was driving an18-wheeler – which turned me on even more – and I had told him where he could park it. As I was walking to meet him, my phone rang.

“Where are you?” he barked
“I’m coming now, I’m right around the corner,” I replied sheepishly.
“I said one hour, you’re late – get here now.”
-click-

I glanced at the time on my phone and then at the time of his last call – it was indeed one minute passed the one hour mark. I was late. Where had the time gone? I picked up the pace, struggling to contain myself from breaking into a run to catch that first glimpse of him. I rounded the corner and there he was; he was but a blurry figure in the distance, but I knew it was him and I knew he was smiling.

As I approached him, a somewhat frightening thought entered my mind and I slowed down a bit. You see, I have a problem with cursing, which does not please him at all. During the course of our conversations, every time I slipped up and cursed he’d count the infractions – “That’s one, that’s two,” etc. He promised that I would get a harsh spanking for making him remind me so many times and in those last moments before I reached him, I wondered if he was going to follow through with that promise.

Finally, I was standing before him. Had we not been in the street, I surely would have dropped to my knees and kissed his feet in proper greeting but, given the circumstance, I stopped in front of him and cast my eyes down as a gesture of my submission. He lifted my chin to look up at him – LAWD was he tall! Our eyes locked and a great smile spread across his face – I could see that he was quite pleased and so was I. He leaned down and kissed my lips gently and then gave my bottom lip a hard, sharp bite. I gasped and drew back a bit, my lip throbbing.

“That’s for being late, now get your ass in the truck…”
Part II

I could almost hear my heart pounding as I began my ascent into the truck.

He instructed me to enter from his side and I could feel his eyes perusing what was soon to be his as I climbed; his strong hands cradled my waist assisting me and ensuring my safety. My heart raced even faster as he climbed in behind me - I knew that once the door closed, the cab of this truck would become his own personal dungeon and I, his own personal plaything.

I sat in the passenger seat and fastened my seatbelt. I desperately wanted to stare at him, but I didn’t want to be too bold so I kept my eyes down and stole intermittent glances as he settled in his seat. He was so beautiful! Much more so than his pictures and something about his presence was… magical. His eyes almost burned me as they traveled up and down my body, and when my eyes inadvertently contacted his I would quickly look down, which I could tell was pleasing to him.

He took my chin and lifted it until my eyes met his. His gaze was so complex: loving, fierce, gentle, intense and calming all at the same time. I felt a slight tightening down below and my nipples hardened. Yes, he was definitely the one and I couldn’t fight it. I wanted him to kiss me so badly and, as if reading my mind, he leaned in. The kiss was deep and passionate; his tongue pressed its way between my lips and he sucked them and gently bit them as if tasting me. My breath quickened and just when I felt like I might pass out, he disengaged.

“Are you happy to see me baby?” He cooed in his rich baritone.
“Yes Sir,” I confessed – barely audible as I hadn’t yet caught my breath.
“I know you are. And I know that little pussy is getting very wet isn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.”

He looked down as though he could see it through my dress. His eyes traveled back up my body and encountered my protruding nipples. He smiled knowingly.

“Oh yes, you want me to be your Daddy, you love me already, don’t you?”
I blushed and looked away.
“You don’t have to say it now, but I know you feel it. I know I love you, and I know you’re gonna be mine forever, aren’t you?”

I smiled shyly and gave the slightest nod I could muster. It felt crazy to feel so much for him so soon – but there was no denying that I did. He began to shift gears in preparation to take off so I turned in my seat and set my eyes on the road. We laughed and chatted as he drove and I felt myself growing fonder and fonder of him. I was so excited and impatient, I wanted him NOW, but I stayed in my place.

We reached our first destination, and as he got up to exit the truck he said:
“You know I’m gonna beat you today, right?”
My stomach went into knots. I kept my eyes down.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I looked up into his eyes and he repeated what he had said, enunciating each word carefully.
“You know I’m gonna beat you today, right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Did you think I was playing with you?”
“No, Sir.”
“Did you think I would forget?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good, because I say what I mean and I mean what I say. If you upset me or disobey me you will be punished. You do understand that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I responded shyly.
“Yes, Sir, what?”
“Yes Sir I understand that I will be punished if I displease you.”
“Good girl,” he cooed.

He stroked my face gently and shivers exploded down my spine. As he exited the truck, commanded me to get on the bed in the back and take my clothes off. I went to the back, climbed onto the bed and removed my dress but left my bra and panties on. I sat there with my mind racing: What was he going to do to me? What would he beat me with? How bad would it hurt? Why was I so incredibly turned on by his every word and action?

The pop of the door opening broke into my thoughts. He shuffled through some papers while standing outside and then glanced in at me and said:

“I meant everything. Take it off,”

before closing the door and walking off again. I slowly removed my bra and panties, folded them up with my dress and put the whole pile to the side. Now my nerves really took hold, I almost felt nauseous but I held my composure. I jumped when I heard the door pop again. There was lots of movement outside and people walking back and forth in front of the truck, I wondered if they could see me.

“They can’t see you,” he said as he climbed back into the truck.

How does he read my mind like that?

“Mmmm, you are so beautiful,” he said as he approached me, “You are gonna be my perfect little slave aren’t you. Yes, yes I know you are. You are gonna make Daddy very proud and happy, I see it now.”

He reached down and circled my mouth with his index finger. My mouth immediately opened a bit, as if my rooting reflex has survived my infancy and into adulthood. He smiled.

“You want to suck my dick don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said in a scratchy whisper, after a long pause.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes, Sir,” I repeated a little louder.
“Yes, Sir, what?”
“Yes, Sir… I want to suck your dick.”
“MY dick, or just any dick?” he asked.
“Yours, Sir,” I replied excitedly.
“Do you think you deserve to suck my dick after you disrespected me by cursing when I told you not to?”
I looked down, ashamed.
“No, you don’t deserve it, but I’m gonna let you suck it anyway because I want to feel that pretty mouth on this dick. Just know I’m gonna beat your ass even harder because I’m giving you a privilege you don’t deserve right now. You understand me?”
I nodded.
“Speak, slut!” He barked, startling me.
“Yes, Sir!” I said sharply, jerking almost to attention.

I could see his dick growing and straining against his button fly pants. Oh yes, he wanted my mouth on him as badly as it wanted to be there, no matter how undeserving I was. My breath and pulse quickened as he unbuttoned his pants and I tried to hide my amazement when the monster was finally unveiled. I must not have done too good of a job.

“Why are you looking like that?” He asked, “I told you how big it was. Did you think I was lying?”
“No, Sir,” I responded, still staring at it and wondering just what I had gotten myself into.
“Are you scared?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good, cuz this dick’s gonna be fucking you and you’re gonna be sucking it for the rest of your life so you’d better get used to it.”

With that, he seized a handful of my golden locs and roughly shoved his immense cock into my mouth. I tried to gasp and pull away, but the monster’s head was already blocking my airway and his grasp on my hair prevented me from moving my head back. He stroked in and out of my mouth, as if her were fucking my pussy, purposely gagging me with every 3rd stroke. Saliva dripped down the corners of my mouth and I could barely inhale between his deep, stern strokes.

“Oh yes, baby,” he cooed as he worked his dick in and out of my dripping mouth, “you are such a good little slut, you’re gonna make Daddy so happy.”

He stopped in mid-thrust, my mouth full of his manhood.

“You do want to make Daddy happy, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“Speak!”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, muffled by his dick.

He yanked his dick from my mouth, returned it to his pants and buttoned them. My mouth felt noticeably empty and my lips throbbed as I took rapid deep breaths of the sweet oxygen I had been partially denied. By this point, I was so excited that I could feel wetness on the bed under my ass, and my pussy was clenched tight like a fist. Why did he stop! Why didn’t he give me what I wanted so badly?

“Get on your knees on the bed and put your head down,” he said sharply, “it’s time for your beating.”

Part III

I felt more vulnerable than ever before.

My ass was in the air; my face buried in the pillow. I was scarcely spanked as a child so I didn’t really know how it would feel or how I would react. I could feel him staring down at me, but I didn’t dare look up. The silence as I waited was deafening. It was broken by a string of commands:

“Arch your back!”

“Spread your knees!”

“Face DOWN!”

I scurried to comply as quickly as I could, but he still seemed dissatisfied. Frustrated, he began to adjust my posture manually, pushing down on the small of my back to get just the arch he desired and spreading my knees just so. The truck’s engine idled rhythmically, intensifying the anticipation.

The fingers of his massive left hand intertwined with my locs and he yanked my head back so that I was half looking at him. His face looked harsh and savage and the sight of it made me tremble. I could feel my hungry little pussy getting wetter and wetter by the moment.

“You realize I’m your Daddy now, right bitch?” he hissed.
“Yes, Sir.”

His right hand struck my ass cheek with a fierce slap that echoed through the truck’s cab. My body tightened and I bit hard on my bottom lip and squealed loudly.

“Shut up that noise!” he commanded, tightening his grip on my hair. “And yes, who cunt?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied, my voice quivering.

He pushed my face down into the pillow and smacked my ass again, harder this time. The pain radiated through me, and I buried my face deeper to muffle the involuntary sounds escaping me.

“Say it louder, bitch!” he commanded, sharply pulling my head back again.
“Yes, Daddy!” I cried, tears welling up in my eyes.

He shoved my face back into the pillow and began a torrent of harsh slaps, alternating from one ass cheek to the other, holding my hair tight and scolding me with every blow.

“You WILL respect me you little slut!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“When I say watch your fucking mouth you watch your fucking mouth!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“You curse at your Daddy again and that’s your ass bitch!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Shut up that crying before I really hurt you!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Now lay down and be quiet!”

He released my hair and I stretched my body out flat on the bed. I lay there quivering. My ass ached and felt as though it was giving off light and heat. I whimpered and sniffled as I dried my tears with the pillowcase, feeling painfully excited as he snapped a picture of my deeply reddened ass with his phone.

After about 5 minutes passed, I felt his gentle stroking on my sore backside. He slid his hand down and spread my legs ever so slightly and then slipped it between them, feeling the wetness he had created. Waves of pleasure washed over me, intermingled with the dull pain emanating from my bottom.

“You ok baby?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied softly, drowsily high on my body’s own chemicals.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Come and give me a hug.”

I slowly rose to my knees and he embraced me tightly and held me close. His scent intoxicated me even more than the endorphins coursing through me. He stroked my face and hair gently and leaned down to kiss me – I never felt so loved. He turned my face up towards him and gazed down into my eyes as he slipped his hand back down between my legs, delicately fondling my erect clit.

“Look how red your ass is,” he said, showing me the photo he captured.
My eyes widened in amazement, which seemed to amuse him.

“I love you, baby. You are SO beautiful and you’re such a good girl. You act right so Daddy doesn’t have to punish you anymore, ok?”
“Ok, Daddy,” I whispered, more concentrated on the motion of his fingers than his words.
“You want Daddy to fuck you, don’t you?”
I looked down, blushing.

“I know you do, you nasty little whore,” he said, grinning at me. “Turn around and let me see how wet my pussy is for me.”

Part IV

I was just about ready to explode.

After sucking Daddy’s dick and experiencing his loving discipline, my pussy was like a starving kitty -- his dick was its delicious prey. I rushed to obey his command, turning around and bending over to present my pussy in one smooth motion. Two of his fingers probed at my juicy little opening and then found their way to my mouth.

“Mmm yes,” he moaned gutturally, “see how wet that little pussy is for Daddy?”
I nodded, still sucking on his fingers.

He gave my sore bottom a little love tap, just enough to make it jiggle for him. I looked back, stealing a glance of him; his face looked so content to be perusing his newly owned property and I could see the imprint of his enormous, engorged dick through his pants. A few long moments passed and he said nothing and made no movement. I knelt motionless with my head down on the bed and my pussy in the air. I could feel his loving gaze examining every fold of skin and every drop of lubrication and then I heard the faint sounds of him unfastening his pants which made my pussy clench with expectancy.

“Turn around and suck this dick, bitch.” He said, in a raspy whisper.

I almost allowed a sound of disappointment to escape my lips, but quickly turned around and took his massive cock into my mouth. He immediately threw his head back, grasped my hair and began pumping in and out – how I wished he were defiling my other set of lips!

“I know you want this dick in your pussy but you’re gonna suck it ‘til I decide to fuck you,” he said harshly as he tightened his grip on my hair and withdrew his glistening dick from my mouth. “You don’t have a problem with that do you?”
“No, Daddy,” I said softly.
“I can’t hear you cunt!”
“No Daddy,” I repeated a little louder.
He shoved the rock hard monster back into my mouth and slid it in and out a few times before withdrawing it again and smacking me in the lips with it. He rubbed it all over my face, slipping it into my mouth and slapping me with it intermittently.

“Bitch you are gonna worship this dick and love this dick. Whether you’re sucking it or getting fucked by it you’re gonna be happy and you’re gonna do it right, you hear me you nasty girl?”
I managed to squeeze out a muffled “Yes, Daddy.”
“All you better be thinking about is how to please your Daddy and please this dick in any way you can,” he continued as he fucked my mouth. “If I wanna put it in your ass or in your fucking armpit I’m gonna do it. You got that, slut?”

He pulled out of my mouth long enough for me to respond in the proper way before shoving it back in, to the hilt. I gagged and tried to pull away but he gripped my head and held it right where it was.

“Uh uh, you don’t pull away from this dick, bitch! You’d better learn to relax your throat.” He said, still holding my head in place and pushing yet a little deeper. Just when I thought I was gonna loose it, he yanked his dick from my mouth and shoved my head away from him.

“I’m ready for my pussy now, give it here.”

I turned back around, desperate for him to penetrate me with his beautiful organ. I writhed and moaned, arching my back as deeply as I could, showing him just how excited I was and how badly I wanted him inside me. I reached down to feel my wetness and satisfy my desires just a bit, but he smacked my ass and commanded me not to touch his pussy. He probed at the tiny dripping opening of my pussy with the head of his dick; I wriggled and squirmed, moving back toward him begging him with my body language.

He popped me on the ass, ordering me to be still. It took every ounce of my concentration and strength not to continue moving about in desperate plea. He began to rub his round head on my stiffened clit and back up to the opening that had tightened to the size of a pea. I was so fraught with my desire, I needed him in me now!

“Daddy, please,” I moaned.
“‘Daddy please’ what, bitch?” He mocked, still teasing me.
“You know…” I said, not wanting to beg.
“No, I don’t. Tell me. Daddy please, what?”
I squealed in frustration, refusing to answer and he moved his precious organ away from my thirsty cunt.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

“No Daddy, please! Fuck me please Daddy! Please!” I begged, forgetting all decorum.
“Please what, slut?”
“Please fuck me, please Daddy! I want you so bad, please!” I said, in agony.
“Awwww. Nasty bitch wants Daddy’s dick huh?” He said, with an evil grin.
“Yes I want it so bad please Daddy!”
“Alright, bitch,” he said, clutching my hair and pulling my head back, “but you’re gonna take it ‘til I’m ready to stop, you understand me?”
“Yes Daddy, just do it please!”

With that, he took hold of my waist and began trying to force his way into my tight, wet little cavern. He was having a hard time getting in and this both pleased and frustrated him. I could hear the sloshing of my juices as he worked his way in and when the head finally found it’s way passed the resistance and his stiff instrument plunged into the nether regions of my honeypot, I let out a satisfied gasp and then braced for the pounding I knew was coming.

He buried himself in me as deep as he could and grasped my hips so that I couldn’t move away. He stroked slowly and deliberately, savoring the feel as each millimeter became drenched with the sweet sticky goodness oozing out of me. He began to pump harder, doling out little love taps on my still sore backside all the while.

My jaw was slack and I felt a bit of drool slip down my chin. This man had just proved to me that you don’t have to die to go to heaven. I had been waiting for Daddy’s dick all day long and it was all I knew it would be. My mind went blank as he ransacked my tight little pussy – I felt like I had entered into a trance and just as a lost myself in him, he brought me back to the reality with a sharp tug on my locs.

“You like that, slut?” he asked as he continued to slide his hardened manhood in and out of me.
“Oooooh, yes Daddy!” I half-screamed, “I love it Daddy!”
“You love this dick bitch?”
“Yes Daddy, yes yes yes!” I replied eagerly.
“I don’t know if I believe you, I’m gonna take it out,” he threatened.
“No! Please don’t take it away! Please!” I implored him.
“Shut the fuck up and stop begging, I’m gonna stop when I feel like it,” he said as he ripped his dick from its cozy new home.

I felt like a part of my own body had been removed; I writhed and whimpered desperately unable to take the sudden shock of being empty. I didn’t speak; I let my body do the talking as I shook my ass, wordlessly beseeching him. He allowed me to suffer for a few moments before thrusting himself deep into me again. I could feel his excitement building as he pounded me and he began to talk to me in the way only he can.

“Shake that ass, bitch! Show Daddy how you like this dick.”

“Mmm that’s Daddy’s pretty pussy, you know it feels so good don't you, cunt.”

“Squeeze it, yeah squeeze that little pussy on this dick you nasty slut!”

“Stop all that squealing, you know you’re a little whore take this dick and shut up!”

It seemed that he turned himself on with that last phrase and it drove him into the final stretch. He began to pound me wildly and I lowered my face to the bed and bit into the pillow, gripping the sheets in my tight sweaty little fists. The monster’s friction had already rubbed my pussy raw and he was going deeper and harder with each stroke.

He began to make sounds that were downright primal. Guttural moans and grunts escaped his lips and he made one last thrust that was deeper than any before it. I screamed in ecstatic agony and he suddenly grabbed my hair, and turned me around instructing me to open my mouth. I obeyed, but before I could get my sore jaws open, he pushed the head past my lips shooting his hot, deliciously salty cum onto my tongue and into my throat.

“Get that cum slut. I better not see one drop come past your lips,” he panted as his sweet, sticky load spurted into my mouth.

His body convulsed and I began to suckle him gently, making sure I got every bit of what I’d earned. He collapsed onto the bed and I quickly moved to lay my head in his lap and continue licking the leftovers that were oozing from the tip of his spent organ. He stroked my face and hair lovingly, gently tugging one of my locs as he fancied. His hand slipped around my neck, caressing it, and then it found its way around to my throat, which he gripped as he spoke:

“You… belong… to ME. You are my property, my prized possession – and I will do with you as I please,” he said softly, but purposefully. “You are going to wear my collar; I own you.”

He released his hold. I inhaled deeply and relished in his declaration as I commenced lapping at his dick again, which said more than any words could. He took hold of the sleeping monster and lazily brushed the tip across my lips as my tongue darted out to catch a sporadic taste. We laid in silence, the gentle idling of the diesel engine lulling us to sleep.

But Daddy’s work is never done.

He got up, pulled his pants up and splashed some bottled water on his face before he tucked me under the sheet and planted a tender kiss on my lips.

“We have to get going, go to sleep baby you’ve had a long day,” he calmly instructed as he petted my hair.
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied lazily.
“I’m so glad I found you, baby,” he started, “you’re a beautiful slave and you’re going to make me very happy. I love you.”

I smiled and nestled my face against his hand for one last moment before he pulled it away and turned to make his way back to the driver’s seat. He took a sip of water and released the airbrake; we took off, and the truck trembled and rocked me gently as and I slipped off into my dreams.

Loved.

Owned.

Satisfied.