Out on a Limb
Babydoll © 2009

            Early one chilly Friday morning before I start my day, I receive a thick large envelope on my door step. I am very curious to see what is in it, for it has no return address; just my first name. I open the envelope and pull out a very lacy black six-strap garter belt, black seamed silk stockings, an open-cup black lace demi bra, and a black silk blind fold. Enclosed is a short note written in Your neat print:

" My slut,

  you will put every thing on in this envelope at exactly 10 pm tonight.
  you will wear your hair down.
  you will cover your self with a long black overcoat and pull on your
  black leather heels.   
  when you hear the horn blow you are to come outside.
  wait outside u till you receive My next command.
 
  Daddy"

            I am so wired all day because it has been so long since W/we have been together.   A million and one thoughts race though my head; what will happen to me?  can I please Daddy? and will I make him proud of His training? By the time I return home, I am a nervous wreck. I run a bath in order to ready myself for Daddy and to calm down. Teena Marie’s “Out on a limb” is pouring out of the radio and, I start to refocus. The scent of vanilla bubble bath fills the bathroom as I undress. I lay out everything I will need: a razor, shaving cream, vanilla scented shower gel, and a loofah. I want my skin to be as smooth as silk for Him. As a shave my body free of all its hair, I mediate on my role as Daddy's slut. I am to keep my body as He wishes it. I wash away the cares of this day in order to kneel at His feet to offer myself to Him. When my body is to His standard, I climb out on the deep tub to rub my womanly body with shea butter. As my deep honey-tone skin softens, I anoint it with the sweet smell of vanilla and roses. I style my black-brown hair so that it hangs free down my neck and the top of my back. I fit my creamy breasts in to the open cup bra. The garter belt is pulled on and the silk stockings are rolled in to place. I fit my feet in to the heels and slip into the coat. “Good, it is two to 10, time to put on the blind fold”, I think to myself.

            I hear a long honk in the front driveway. I walk to the door and step outside into the cold wind. A hand claps my left wrist; I know it is Daddy by the sure grip.
" Put your hands in front on you, My pet," You whisper in my ear. I obey with out a word. I feel safe now that you have taken control. You bind my wrists with cuffs, they feel like fur but they are heavy with leather. A small tug on the restraints, and I start to follow You down the driveway and Your truck. You lift me onto the seat. “Before W/we go any farther," You tell me, "you must let Me know if you will do as I ask tonight, no matter what. Just nod your head if you agree with Me." I nod my head with a trust that is strong. "Then, tonight you will wear this collar, after I put it on you will do as I wish when I wish, slut." The feel of the collar around my neck is solid and, as I hear the lock click I know there is no turning back.

            I hear the truck start up and, I realize You have not told me were W/we are going. W/we roll in silence for a while. I am thinking at lighting speed. I catch myself and clear my head. Tonight is not about me it is about Him. You start to refresh the ground rules.

    I am not to speak u till I am given permission to do so
    I do not seek to question anything You tell me to do
    I am to address You as Sir or Daddy at all times
    I am not to cum unless You give permission
    my safe word is mercy

            When You have finished instructing me, You ask if I have any questions. I decline. "When W/we stop, you will remain still u till I tell you to move," You state. The truck pulls to a stop. I can not judge where W/we are but I do not think it's that far. It seems as though the trip has taken such a short time. The truck door slams and I am alone now. I wonder what this night has in store.

            You open my door and tell me on step down on the ground. I hear and smell the sea. My heart is beating super fast. W/we can not be at the shore. The city is an hour and a half away. Had that much time passed? I did not get that long to think about it, for You are leading me forward. I hear a sliding door open and, I am told to step up by your urgent voice. “Stand here, My pet" You coo in my ear. As I hear You walk away, I focus my will to grow small in order to fulfill Yours. The cuffs are slid from my wrists. '”Pull off that coat, girl,” You tell me. I obey and start to fall in to a state that only You understand. A state in which every move and thought is to serve is the goal of every night and day spend with You. "Kneel, as I have taught you, bitch" You bark out. I drop to my knees. The rug or carpet is rough against the silk of my stockings. I place my arms behind my back, open my legs, and lower my head. "Close your eyes" You demand. As soon as they are closed, it seems, the blindfold is untied. "You can open them now, My pet, but you must not look Me in My face" You explain to me.

            Slowly, I open my eyes to check out my surroundings. The rug on which I am kneeling on is beautiful, full of rich shades of ivory, blue, and gold and, it lies on a hard ivory tiled floor. The hotel room as I can see it is stunning as well. A cream woven cane Louis XIV king-size bed covered with gold silk to my left stands ready for O/our passion. There is a mix of dark wood and ivory furnishings placed around the suite.  The roar of the ocean outside is loud. All of a sudden, You press my neck down and say, "Remember, My little slut, when W/we are alone you kiss My feet first." As I kiss Your black calfskin boots, I hope You see that I yearn to be pleasing. "Tonight, you will work for every orgasm, pet, praise, and kiss that I choose to give you, bitch." You inform me. “Now crawl to the table." You growl. I turn to dark cherry-wood heavy dinner table close to the large picture window. The heavy robin’s eye blue silk drapes are closed against the night. As I crawl toward it, I notice that it is covered with a red satin quilted pad. "Kneel up, pet" You order, when I reach my goal.
            "Remember your place, and you will please Daddy greatly. You belong to me tonight.  Get your ass on the table, and lay on your stomach," You tell me. As soon as I lay down, Your deep cocoa colored hands tie my wrist and ankles to the heavy posts of the table with black leather cuffs and red velvet cord. You start to speak again," I am going beat you u till your ass is pink, red, and purple, slut. Not because you have disobeyed but for My pleasure as well as, to continue training to you." I hear your foot steps on the floor as you speak again, “I have told you before discipline is sexual and punishment is to correct behavior, My pet.” I look up and see the ivory marble top, fruitwood dresser in front of the table on which I am spread out on. On the top, there are a few of the tools of your control; a thick black leather strap, a heavy red and black suede flogger, a thin black riding crop, and a thin bamboo cane. You notice that I have seen the tools laid out in military order and you sneer at me " I might use every single last one on such a nasty bitch as you or I might use just one into you beg me to stop whore. Now drop your eyes."

            I take realize all of a sudden that I am high aroused.  Your words and the weight of my bounds have mixed together to work a spell on me. The satin is cool against my body. My breasts are aching with need and my pussy is dripping wet. I wait for Your next command or touch. “When I spank that ass, you will thank me for the honor of getting your whorish ass beat." You order. The first blow is swift. You have chosen to start light; the flogger. "Thank you Daddy" I moan as my ass feels the blow and it begins to redden. You work me over striking me well all over my ass and back, warming me up for what I am sure will be an intense night.

“Since you are being such a good girl tonight My pet, you will be allowed to choose what I will beat you with next." You say. What do I choose; the slap of the strap, the bite on the cane, or the thud of the crop. "The strap, please Sir" I whisper. “What did you say, My pet?" You answer. I repeat myself louder. “The strap it is, whore" You confirm and retrieve it.  “Now kiss it for Daddy.” You tell me softy. I start to fall in to deeper subspace and my heart is beating twice the normal pace as my lips kiss the black leather. Slap! Slap! Slap! "Thank you, Sir..." Thank you, Daddy" I yell as my ass is lit on fire with your rain of blows. The pain blooms within me as a dark flower. I am allowed to let go and fly. “You are making Me so proud, Daddy's slut" You purr as you swing you arm. My ass is turning deep purple as You mark me with Your lust and power. All of a sudden the blows stop. "Have I displeased You?" is my first thought. As though you have read my mind, you state, " I am pleased with your control, girl. Now I will see if you can remain as such."

            The thick leather cuffs are removed from my legs and arms. I kiss Your hand as it passes my face. “Do you need to rest, my pet?" You ask. “No Sir, I am well" I answer. “Turn that ass over, baby” You tell me. When I am on my back, You bend over and cover my lips with Yours in a deep, passionate kiss. You pull away from me and my body arches to you in a word-less plea. “You will not move away from Me as I strike nor will you try and cover yourself slut," You explain and move away from me to the dresser.  With the riding crop in hand, you start to walk back to the table. "You must learn to trust me with your body, my pet." You say.

            Thud! Thud! Slap! The flat leather end of the crop stings my thighs. "Thank You Sir." I cry. You turn my thighs into a mass of purple and red molded fire with your rapid blows. Next, You tap my clit with the crop. Waves of pain/pleasure pass over my body very fast. I feel like I am about to cum and I start rubbing my clit between your blows. You notice the juice running out of my pussy on to the red satin as I work my clit; making it dark with my passion for You.  “Who told you could touch that pussy. You will not cum u till i say so bitch!" You snarl. "To control the whore in you, I will teach you to wait for your release." On my back, I see your face and You brown eyes are dark with displeasure. You are burning me with your hard stare at my body. I am flushed with desire and pleasure. I am also afraid of what is next because, I have displeased You. I let out a grasp as my breasts are slapped by Your strong hands. “Because you can not control your body, I will do it for you, bitch," You growl at me. You bind my arms over my head and my ankles to the table legs. You walk away from the table. "Oh, No!" I think "He is going to wear me out."

            "Seeing that you like to be hit, I have some thing different to discipline a whore like you." You tell me as you stand with your hands in your pockets.  As you pull your hand out of your pocket, I catch a flash of metal. Nipple clamps lay in your right hand. As You fit the clamps on my nipples, you pull them to tight aching points in Your fingers. “You just love to be played with." You whisper. "How will you like to be teased u till you beg to cum, slut." Then I hear a buzz. You have removed your other hand out of your opposite pocket with a sliver bullet. You turn it on and place it on my clit. "Every time you cum or almost cum, I will hit those pretty nipples hard and stop the bullet." You explain to me.

            I know that I must impress you with my obedience. I fight the on coming orgasm with all my might, trying to control my hips and closing my eyes tight. You laugh at my struggle but, I lose and You smack my left nipple with the riding crop and the bullet stops it’s madding vibes. The pain spreads all over my chest and I am close to the edge. You start to puck my clit and start the bullet again. I lay still and quiet and, await your command as you move it up and down my throbbing clit. “Now than you have showed Me that you can listen. You can ask to cum." You offer. "Please, Sir may your slut release." I moan. You move the bullet, and push two fingers deep into my pussy. Sliding them in and out as slow as you can and, bending down tongue my rock hard clit, you hold my hip down with Your other hand. You raise Your head and say, "No, not u till I feel like you are ready." I start to whine like a bitch in heat. “Stop that whining!" You shout as you slap my inner thigh with the flat of your hand. The pain is intense, strong, and sure.  "Plus, I have yet to bury my cock in that phat ass of yours...” You add. You start to slowly rub my clit with your fingers and then speed it up. I remind still. I want to be a perfect slut for Daddy. “Good girl" you whisper. I am flush with joy at being praised. You unwind my bounds and release the clamps, then tell me, "I will not resistant you again tonight, you will behave yourself."

            "Get down. Undress Daddy, then undress yourself but do not touch My collar on you." You order me. I reach up and unbutton your white cotton shirt stiff with starch. My hands tremble as I unbuckle your thick leather belt. I release the button of your black wool slacks and, unzip them. I drop down to the floor to remove your boots, giving them a kiss as I work. Then, I stand to slide your slacks and shirt off of your strong beautiful body.  I remove your boxers and, notice your cock is rock hard. I peel off the under-things that I have worn proudly for You, as You walk over to the bed and point to it. At once I bend over the bed and await Your next move. The click of the lube tube is loud. I feel the cold slide of Your fingers in my ass hole and gasp. You work my ass u till You have it loose and ready for You. "You will wait u till you are given the command to cum bitch." You growl as You slowly push Your thick cock in my ass. The pressure and stretching of my hole is a pleasure only You know how to give. I feel like you are all the way inside of me when Your cock is inside of me, balls deep.

            You start to stoke my ass so slow and deep. I am coming apart under Your stroke. Your body covers mine and O/our bodies do a dance that is a thousand years old. Taking and giving; up and down; back and forward. Your cock moves faster as You start to feel the tingle of Your release build in your balls. "Your ass is so good, My bitch" You moan into my hair. Then You wrap the fingers of one of Your hands in my hair and pull my head back on Your chest. I feel your grasp of my hair though the roots and, I am weak.  Next, Your other hand grasps my throat and squeezes lightly, now I am totally under your control. My body is focused on You. My pussy is dripping wet and my ass hole is working Your cock. Stoking it deep inside me as my body is coming apart with passion and need. "Cum now!" You yell in my ear as You press my throat harder. I see stars and my ears ring as my body explodes, shakes and I feel Your cock swell and jerk out Your orgasm filling my ass you’re your lust. When W/we have stopped cumming together, You turn me around by my hips and lay me out on the silk of the bed coverlet and start to lick my pussy from top to bottom. I am burning with need again. Your month locks on my clit and sucks it up in between your teeth with a slurp of my juice. “Please Daddy, let me cum, Sir,” I beg. “Cum for me, baby,” You say softy against my warm pussy. My body convulses with a huge total orgasm. The room echoes with my cries of release and joy. “Thank You, Sir.” I choke out when I stop moving.

           “Let me wash you, My pet,” You say and lead me in to the bathroom. “You may speak freely when I remove My collar,” You explain to me. Words do not come to me for I am still so deep in sub space when you unlock the black leather collar. You place it on the ivory tile counter and, kiss me lightly. The trust I feel for You has been proven to be wise. You have reached a place in me that I thought was closed. As I think those thoughts, You tell me, "Get in the shower, baby doll." The brass and glass door to the shower stall now stands open and, You have started the water running. Steam has started to fill the large ivory and turquoise tiled bathroom. “Sir, if I may, can I wash you instead,” I ask in a shy voice. You handsome, gentle face breaks out in a wide grin. “I knew I liked you for some reason,” You answer in a sly tone. “You see most women would have not thought twice about letting Me wash them. But you ask to serve me instead,” You say with a quick kiss on the lips. “I wish to wash you myself because I want you to know that I treasure you,” You explain to me. “Wow,” I think to myself, “He thinks I am worth taking care of.”

            The warm water washes over O/our bodies as You kiss me in a lazy and deep way. I love the way your skin shines like liquid chocolate with water running over it. You clamp my hair up with a clip and, start to squeeze vanilla-scented body wash on a small towel. You wash my body with long strokes and light touches. I feel myself return to earth and relax to your touch. “Daddy, I hope I have pleased you tonight,” I say and duck my head. You raise my head with your finger and say, “Baby, I could not dream of anything better than, you submitting to Me with trust in your heart. You kiss me quickly and, begin to wash your body. I try to help but, you stop me with kisses. You help me out of the shower and turn the water off with a sigh. Next, you dry my body off with such care, I feel like a jewel in your care. When you are dry as well, together W/we lay down in the bed for a deep rest. The soundtrack is the sea outside as I whisper to You, “I adore You, Daddy.” You reply, “I want it you to always feel like that, pet.”