Chapter 4
He was home from work an hour later than he'd promised. He blamed it on
being unable to focus on the job. All day his mind kept replaying the breakfast
scene.
She was up before he was, and happily woke him with breakfast in bed.
But tucked under the napkin was another instant photo of Michelle.
Still dripping wet from her shower, with rivulets of water still
running between her deep cleavage, she was lifting dark, sharply erect nipples
toward the camera. She pouted her full lips for the lens, looking perfectly
sexy, but it was the brushed steel hand-cuffs locking her wrists together that
set his cock throbbing again.
"Put that in your pocket, Daddy," she suggested, kissing his cheek.
"Think of me today. You know what I want." And he had thought of her. All day.
And there was no doubt she'd be in bondage when he returned.
"Daddy!" The voice from the second floor was urgent. He tossed his coat
and tie to the kitchen chair as he passed, pulling the button of his shirt loose
as he bounded up the stairs.
"Daddy! Please hurry." She was stretched across the bed again, the
whites of her eyes rolled back.
"Daddy, they hurt!" Spread eagle across the bed, her arms and legs were
pulled even wider and tighter that the way he had found her the first day. A
dark silk kimono fanned across the covers beneath her, accenting her milky white
skin. Her breasts jiggled softly as she writhed, making the shining steel
clamps pinching the thick reddened tips of her nipples flash. "Take them off.
Oh, please, Daddy, take them off."
"How long have you had them on?" he asked, watching a pair of shiny
clamps wiggle at the tips of her nipples. His cock lurched in his pants, and he
adjusted himself with his palm. He looked down at her, but made no move to
remove the shining clamps. A womanly musk fragrance told just how aroused she
was.
She looked up at him with big, wet eyes, surprised he hadn't rushed to
remove the merciless little clamps. "I asked how long you've had them on," he
demanded, giving one a flick with his forefinger.
"Uh, almost an hour, and they are hurting me. You were late, and I
wanted to surprise you, and be all ready. And they made me so horny at first, I
thought I could keep them on while I waited, so I left them on while I put the
cuffs on my ankles and wrists. And then they started to hurt me, but it was too
late because I was already chained up like this, and couldn't reach them
anymore. Then you were so late, and now they're driving me crazy.
"Oh, daddy, just take the cuffs off, and have your way with me. Remember
how horny I made you yesterday, and last night, and this morning?. I want you to
fuck me so bad, but first take these clamps off of my nipples."
"OK, Honey, you've finally convinced me. I think I will have my way with
you." She gasped in surprise at the unexpected stab of sudden pain as the flow
of blood returned back to a sensitive nipple tissue as clamp was released. It
was her first time to wear clamps on her nipples.
He leaned and kissed the thick bud leaving it wet and slippery, then
played with it between a thumb and index finger, letting them slip over the wet
stalk. It was as thick as his first fingertip
Dan toyed with her nipple until her eyes became slightly dreamy with
pleasure, then without warning, replaced the clamp on her nipple in a different
position. This time closer to the tip of the nipple, standing straight out from
her chest. Any movement would cause it to flop painfully from side to side.
"Hey! What! What are you doing," she gasped as her eyes flew open. "You
were supposed to take them off. That hurts my nipple even more that way."
"I know it does, darling, but you asked me to have my way with you.
Repositioning the clamps on a slave's nipples is a classic punishment," he
explained, removing the other clamp, and toying with the bud as he had the
other. "Too bad you didn't know that."
"I'm not a slave. I'm your little girl, remember, and I don't need to be
punished!" She twisted in her chains, trying to dislodge the first clamp, only
succeeding in making it hurt more. She glanced down at her daddy's wet fingers
tugging at her other nipple. It was cool and soothing. She hoped he would keep
on toying with the slippery wet morsel, and not put the little clamp back on it.
"You're in chains aren't you? Her daddy smiled, toying with the tiny
gold ring piercing her thick nipple, "And you put the chains on yourself, right?
You even took your picture twice like that, and even begged me to make love to
you in chains. So, you made yourself a slave, not me. Right?" She nodded. It was
the truth, she had placed the chains on herself.
"And you rummaged in my drawers, right? And then you even teased my cock
in a public place right? And last night you teased me until you fell asleep
leaving me horny, and intentionally tried to provoke me to stay home and have
you this morning instead of going to work." Michelle nodded again, trying not to
wiggle the clamp squeezing painfully on her nipple. "So, you see, you do
deserve to be punished, and it seems to me that you've found a very good
punishment for me to use, without really meaning to. Although, I think I can
make it a bit more interesting with certain embellishments."
"But. Daddy, I just wanted you to have your way with me," she sniffed.
Her lower lip trembled a bit, and Dan almost changed his mind. The nipple he
was toying with had thickened and stiffened into a tiny finger as hard as a
pencil eraser. He tugged it out a bit with the nipple ring, stretching the rosy
aureole and turning it slowly from side to side.
"Yes, Michelle, I think you're right, but my way right now has nothing
to do with what you want. A slave has nothing to say about what happens to her,
particularly a chained slave.
"I am truly sorry to have to do this to you. Please forgive me, but its
for your own good. I'm about to teach you a small lesson." Michelle caught her
breath watching her Daddy open the clamp. He held it open for a moment, poised
over the sensitive stalk. She imagined her nipple quivering, withdrawing, trying
to will it to shrink away from the bite of the clamp. He held the nipple in
place with the gold ring and let the jaws close slowly on the very tip until it
was just as erect and painful as the other clamp was. It bobbed a bit as he
released his grip on her breast.
"H-how long will I have to keep them on, Daddy?" She asked. Dan's cheek
only turned up in a smile. Leaving her in suspense was part of the lesson. Each
passing minute would seem like an eternity as he kept her wondering how much
longer.
Dan reached to the head board and loosened her chains by several links.
He lifted her torso slightly, moving her down the bed so that her arms were
stretched as tightly as possible. Then he adjusted the chains on her ankles
again. Her legs were open wide enough for her ankles to touch opposite corner
posts, and he removed all the slack from the chains, tightening them until her
cuffs were attached directly to the posts. The long, bare toes she had teased
him with the night before were poised deliciously over the end of the bed.
Dan raked his nails lightly up one helpless sole from heel to toe.
Michelle tried to jerk away, but there was no play at all. The cuffs held, and
her foot remained in place.
She made a shrill, inarticulate sound as her daddy continued to torment
her soles. His nails worked over her soft instep and the ball of her foot,
making her strain at her bonds.
But her daddy wasn't fully satisfied. She could still wriggle her feet
from side to side, so Dan retrieved a length of cord from his closet, and tied
her big toes directly to the posts of the canopy bed. With her feet anchored in
place, she could writhe and wriggle wildly, but her feet remained immobile.
"What are you doing, daddy?" Michelle asked. She had never had her toes
tied or her feet strapped down for tickling before.
"You'll see," Dan smiled, raking one nail lightly across her arch. "Let
me see if you can move your feet." She tried, but bonds held firm.
"Good," he thought. "Now we're ready to really get started."
"You are so naughty," he chided as he began to build up slowly. "You are
so naughty, and now you are going to be punished. You can't move your feet, can
you, so you'll just have to take it like a big girl. And I see you are very
ticklish." Michelle writhed enthusiastically, trying to escape as Dan began to
tickle faster. The clamps on her nipples gave her little shocks of pain as her
breasts bounced while she tossed about.
"Gnaghhh! Daddy! Please. Please! Oh, Daddy, please," she begged as Dan
worked over her soles. He was patient, tickling her in earnest, giving her
meticulously formed strokes from heel to toe. Because she was so widely spread,
he concentrated on one foot at a time, varying the pressure from long, delicate
trails that left her gasping, to rapid ten finger tickling that kept her
shrieking at the top of her lungs. When he finished with one foot, he moved to
begin torturing the other, then returning to begin again.
"SS-Stop, oh please! You're driving me insane. You're making me crazy,
daddy. Gaaaahhhh haaaa," she pleaded, unable to escape the tiniest stroke of his
fingers. Dan tickled his daughter's feet continuously, moving from one to the
other over and over, until she could barely catch her breath. Her eyes were
wide, and tears flowed freely.
Finally, as she lay gasping for breath, Dan gave her a brief respite,
and stood looking down at her. Stretched almost rigidly between head board and
foot board, her young body was beautifully displayed. Her legs were spread quite
wide, from one side of the queen-sized bed to the other, and her tight, young
pussy was wide open. Wet, gasping, and aroused, he thought, and helpless to do
anything about it. And she wanted him to have her so badly. How easy it would
be to climb up between those creamy white thighs, and give her what she was
asking for.
He sat beside her and smoothed his palms over her soft breasts, thumbing
her turgid nipples. Then he continued up over cool rounded shoulders. She was
so innocent and smooth, he thought, yet somehow blatantly erotic. He traced his
fingers down her soft, white arms from her elbows down through the smooth hollow
of her armpits to the padded ripple of ribs. Michelle flinched a as his fingers
prodded gently.
"Hooooo! That tickles, Daddy. Gaaaahhhh haaaa" She writhed under his
touch as he continued to stroke her armpits and ribs lightly, trying to kick her
way out of the cuffs. "Daaaadddddyyy! You're tickling me again. Haven't I been
punished enough yet?"
"Darling, I hate to tell you, but that wasn't the punishment, " He said
as he ran his hands down her soft flanks, feeling the firmness of the young
muscles under her skin. "That was just to warm you up for the real lesson."
His daughter's mound was prominent, bulging below her flat, smooth tummy. Dan
placed his palm over the mound and began to massage gently, feeling the crisp
hair crinkle under his hand. He felt her clitoris enlarge and swell, realizing
for the first time, that it must be as large, or maybe even larger, than her
mother's.
He'd missed that thickness of a woman's clitoris in his girlfriend,
Fumiko. But he knew the diminutive oriental could be more cruel even than he in
teaching Michelle a lesson. He had experienced first hand just how imaginative
her Japanese tortures could be. He tried to be equally imaginative returning
the favor on Michele's account.
Her slender legs were widely splayed, and his fingers easily found the
"V" at the top, and combed leisurely through her bush, separating the fine brown
hairs away from her moist center. The head of her clit peeped through the lips.
She gasped as he petted it lightly with his thumb. She was already slippery and
wet under his fingers before he separated her inner labia.
Her eyes closed slowly, then opened wide as his fingertips found her
inner slit, then dipped inside briefly, testing her heat. His daughter was
ready. She'd been waiting for him for days, and her clitoris was already stiff
and sensitive, growing longer and more sensitive to his touch as he toyed with
the fat nub.
He remembered her mother had had a very large clitoris too, almost like
a small cock, big enough to hold with his fingers. She'd always loved it when
he brought up moisture from her pussy and masturbated her slowly with the
slippery juice like it was a man's cock. Just as he expected, Michelle pursed
her lips and moaned with the pleasure of it as he wet her fat clitoris with her
own juices, and stroked it gently up and back. Maybe hers was even longer and
chubbier than her Mom's.
She arched up under his fingers, and a small, inarticulate sound passed
her lips. She was getting hotter by the moment. Soon she'd reach orgasm when
ever he was ready to let her come. Dan reached out and tugged at a nipple
clamp, thrumming her clit a little faster. Pleasure and pain, he thought, an
interesting mix. He reached to tug at the other nipple clamp.
"OOOOhhh, Daddy! That feels soooo good." He delved two fingertips barely
into her pussy as he continued to torment her nipple. "Don't stop. Don't ever
stop!" She moaned through clenched teeth and continued to thrust her hips
rhythmically against his fingers. She was reacting well to the opposing
signals.
He played her like an instrument for quite a long time, letting her
balance on the edge of orgasm unable to go over. "Daddy, I need to come," she
pleaded as he teased her, "just a little harder. Right there. Come on! Daddy,
please come on!"
But her daddy wouldn't let her come. He kept bringing her almost to the
surface, ready to burst her bubble, then letting her sink back again, gasping
for orgasm. Like wave upon wave, he kept bringing her up, then pulling her
back, tantalizing her with the nearness of her relief, but not letting her have
it. As he toyed with her between her legs, he leaned to kiss her breasts,
trailing soft kisses up and around the clamped, red nipples, then down her chest
and tummy. His other hand stroked and squeezed her tender inner thighs,
lingering lightly over the smooth curves of her bottom cheeks.
Michelle was beyond words, mouthing strange lustful sounds. She began
to writhe mindlessly, tossing her head from side to side, crying out each time
he brought her almost to orgasm but let it subside, refusing to let her come.
Until with a final brush against her clitoris, Dan pulled away.
She was so mindless with arousal, she didn't notice at first when he
went to the closet and brought out a thick vibrating dildo. It took only a few
seconds of buzzing and prodding the bulbous head lightly into her vagina before
her eyes peeped open.
"Daddy, I need it so much," she moaned, "Give it to me, OK?"
"I know you do, honey. But you've been much too naughty. I can't let
you have it, yet." Dan only pressed in half an inch, letting her feel the thick
vibrating head. Then he plowed the nose of the dildo up briefly to let her feel
the instrument against her clitoris. He tapped it gently, moving up and down
until she was moaning and writhing again.
"Please. Daddy, you're torturing me. Please, I've got to have it." Her
eyes were wide, begging him for relief, but he smiled and continued to move the
instrument up and back, holding her on the verge of coming.
"No, darling, you can't have it. You don't need it yet."
"I do, I've got to come. You're driving me crazy, and I really do need
it," she insisted.
"Michelle, you only want to come. You don't really need it. Needing
will come later-much later." He kept using the vibrator to tease her, giving her
the first inkling of what her real punishment would be.
"W-What are you going to do, then," she asked, hoping it wasn't what she
thought.
"Nothing," her daddy said, "nothing at all. I'm just going to let you
think about how you've acted." He leaned and looped his belt around her thigh,
right below the fringe of her pussy hair, and buckled it tightly. Then he
tucked the dildo under the belt, so that it barely touched her vagina. It
vibrated lightly against her outer lips, but would not enter. No matter how she
moved her hips or tried to squeeze her legs together, it wouldn't touch her
inner lips or her clitoris.
"Daddy, don't!" this will drive me out of my mind. "You can't leave me
like this. Please!"
"Well, it won't make you crazy permanently, but I guess you will have
something to think about for a while," he said as he stood up. "Try to enjoy
yourself."
"Will you at least take off the nipple clamps," she asked as he turned
to leave her lying on the bed alone. Dan reached down and released one clamp.
She gasped at the rush of blood, only a little better prepared this time. The
thick stalk throbbed. She wished she could reach it and rub it. Her daddy made
no move to touch the aching morsel.
"Thank you," she sighed in relief. "Now how about the other one?" Dan
smiled mysteriously, and reached down to spread the fine hairs and pull back the
vaginal lips at the hood of her clitoris.
"You don't seem to understand," he said, "All that was to teach you a
lesson. This is your punishment. Remember how much you enjoyed teasing my cock
in public and keeping me horny for two days." He fingered back the hood of her
clitoris, and pinched it out slightly. Suddenly she did understand.
"Yiiiiiiii," she shrilled. "No, Daddy, You can't!" The tiny jaws clamped
down mercilessly anyway.
She bucked and thrashed her hips, trying to toss it off without success.
"You'd better be still," he cautioned, thrumming her thick, excited clit until
she moaned with the passion of her highly teased arousal, "There are other
places for a clamp to be."
He stood and walked away. Just before the door clicked shut, she
called, "How long, Daddy?" Click. "Daddy"?
Then she was alone with her clamps and a vibrator that wouldn't quite
touch her enough.
Michelle was contrite for several days. She and Dan did all the local
tourist things in the area. He believed she'd learned her lesson. Perhaps it
was all over and he could relax. If only Fumiko would hurry home. There were
frustrations he needed to work out between the sheets with the tiny Japanese
woman. Even if her breasts were small, and her clitoris not as large as
Michelle or her mother, her pussy was luxuriously tight and hungry for his cock.
"Hi, Daddy. You're home early." She was exuberantly bouncy as usual. He
tossed his coat over the familiar hook, and let her give him a hug. It was
impossible to ignore the press of her large breasts against his chest as she
pressed herself to him. "Come on in here, I've got a surprise for you."
The cake on the kitchen table was painstakingly decorated. He wondered
what special occasion it was. She pushed him down on the kitchen stool, so fast
he almost fell off the back edge. She still fluttering about excitedly. "I
have to blindfold you for the surprise," she said, pulling a red scarf about his
face, "Now keep your hands by your sides. This is going to be good, so no
peeking."
Dan couldn't see a thing, but his senses seemed to sharpen. He waited
patiently for his surprise. Acrid fumes of a match being struck, plates
clicking. The silverware drawer rattled. She placed something across his lap,
probably a napkin, and she did something behind the stool which he couldn't
quite figure out.
The smell of fresh cake appeared under his nose, and she batted his
hands away so she could feed it to him herself . Michelle lifted the lower edge
of the blindfold a bit to push the sweet bites into his mouth. The cake was
moist and rich, she could certainly cook, he realized. Almost as good as her
mother.
She hopped up into his lap, and hand fed the cake to him. He managed to
gulp down two slices, with his daughter holding the bites to his mouth. She
could even hold a glass of milk for him without spilling a drop. Her voice was
muffled as they talked with her mouth full of cake.
She kept him on the stool after the cake, and he could hear her fussing
about, doing this and that, as he waited. Finally, she said, "Now, Daddy, there
is just one more thing. Here, let me hold your hands."
Michelle pulled her daddy's hands up and over his head. He clasped his
fingers behind his head waiting. He realized too late that things were not as
he'd expected. The quick ratchet of handcuffs around his wrists brought him out
of his reverie. He tried to pull away, but too late. The handcuffs were attached
by a chain to the top rung of the stool. It seemed she'd thought of everything,
for when he tried to stand, a loop had been placed around his waist, which she
quickly cinched tight, holding him to the seat of the stool. With the blindfold
on, handcuffed, he couldn't resist as his daughter caught his ankles and pulled
them behind the back legs of the stool and clicked them into tight cuffs
connected to the top rung of the stool and his wrist cuffs. In only a few
seconds, she'd tied him tightly to the seat of the stool, helplessly cuffed hand
and foot, and blindfolded too.
"What do you think you're doing!" he demanded. Her hands were already in
his lap, unbuckling his belt. But there was nothing he could do about it as she
opened his fly and pulled out his cock.
"Well, Daddy, there were some questions I want to ask you about the
other afternoon," she purred, "Remember how you treated me when you had me tied
up? And you left me there for hours with my nipples feeling like they were on
fire? Well while I lay there, I had time to think.
"At first, I wanted to tie you up and tease you and make you beg to fuck
me. But then I thought I'd better find out if there's some reason why you
really don't think I'm sexy, and I needed to make sure you stayed put so I could
get really good answers" There were small sounds he couldn't quite place.
He couldn't see Michelle because of the blindfold as she climbed back up
in his lap with her thighs astride his knees. His cock lolled out of his zipper,
hanging across his balls. He felt a twinge as she reached between them and
petted his soft cock until it was semi-hard. His head began to swim somewhat.
Perhaps it was the nearness of her.
"Honey, I feel a bit strange...," his voice tapered off. "Maybe you
should let me go this time." His body was beginning to take on a warm, sensuous
feeling, and his cock unexpectedly surged up hard, even thought she had ceased
to pet it.
"Well, Daddy, you've been having such a hard time making love to me the
way I want you to, so I thought you might need some help. You know that cake?
And that milk you drank with it? Well one of my friends who is a nurse got me a
really powerful aphrodisiac called XTAS-Z. You just had a double dose."
"Honey! You didn't!" Dan was just beginning to realize the predicament
he was in. He'd heard of the experimental drug, and knew he was in for quite a
ride. Tied to the stool, with a beautiful young girl in his lap would be one
thing, but tied while under the effects of XTAS-Z was another. Particularly when
the girl was looking for a bit of revenge for a punishment he'd given her only
days ago.
"Sure did, Daddy. Maybe way more than double" Was it his imagination
that her voice was becoming lower and huskier? "And I ate it too. Not as much
as you, but enough to make me really horny already, and I can feel it starting
to make me wet already, so I know you can feel it." Sure enough, his cock was
throbbing harder, even though she wasn't touching it yet. He wished she would
pet it just a little.
She looked down at his super engorged cock and smiled. "The only problem
is that I can do something about it whenever I want to-unlike you." Michelle
leaned against him. Her soft breasts engulfed his face , almost smothering him
beneath the blindfold, and he suddenly realized she was naked in his lap.
"Oh, daddy, that makes your cock so big and hard!. I know you love it
when I mash my boobies all over your face like this. I'll bet you even wish you
could stick your tongue out through that blindfold and lick my nipples. Its too
bad you can't see how stiff and thick they're getting." His daughter pressed
herself against his head and shoulders, squeezing her mammaries around his face
so that her nipples tickled his ears.
"And, Daddy, that aphrodisiac is really making me hornier and hornier.
Its really getting to me. I hope you wont mind if I masturbate myself." The
back of Michelle's hand brushed constantly against the throbbing shaft of Dan's
cock as his daughter masturbated herself, and I drove him crazy. With her
straddling his legs like she was, he couldn't thrust against her at all. The
Drugs and the nearness of her drove him frantic. He couldn't move to press his
cock into her, and the occasional light friction of her hand only excited him
more.
He groaned deep in the chasm of her cleavage, trying to catch his breath
to avoid being smothered by her ripe melons. Michelle hooked her arm around his
neck and squeezed him tighter into her cleavage. Dan sucked in hot, perfumed
air from between her bosoms, thick with pheromones of her excitement. More than
anything he wanted to thrust his cock up into the slackness of her hot pussy.
But he was helpless to reach it.
Michelle almost smothered her dad between her breasts as she reached
orgasm, moaning and rocking on his lap, with her fingers buried deep within
herself. Her thumb worked rapidly over her clitoris as she spent. His head spun
as much from lack of air, as from the powerful XTAS-Z he had ingested. His cock
felt a hundred timed bigger than it had ever been, aching and throbbing to be
made to spurt. She rode her fingers inches from his cock, preferring to tease
him with her nearness rather than provide him with any satisfaction of his own.
After the surges of orgasm had washed over her and subsided somewhat,
Michelle pulled the blind fold from his eyes and slipped off his lap to her
knees. He looked down at her, and she looked up into his eyes as she was
pulling his cock down into her mouth like a lollipop. She sucked it slowly from
base to tip, letting the knob plop from her lips. Electricity shot through his
body as his cum surged in his balls. She gave the shaft a quick lick of her soft
tongue.
"Daddy, why don't you think I'm Sexy?" Her voice was soft and pouting,
teasing and petulant. Soft fingers played lightly beneath his scrotum, causing
little lightning of lust to flash through his cock.
"Honey, I think you're very sexy. You're beautiful!" He told the truth.
Michelle was very beautiful, and in his drugged state, she was the most
beautiful, luscious woman he'd ever seen. And her fingers were tickling his
swollen balls so nicely.
Michelle lifted the weight of a plump breast to her lips, and suckled
the long nipple until it stiffened and crinkled wetly. She offered her breasts
to him, tweaking and twisting the aureoles in red painted nails. His groan
echoed the surge of lust he felt in his balls.
She blew him a red lipped kiss, then bent and swallowed his knob once
more. He watched her the back of her head sink down as she gave shaft another
slow slurp from base to tip. The knob plopped from her lips, and she looked up
and smiled. Her fingers continued to pet and fondle his balls. "But you don't
think I'm pretty?"
"Yes, baby, you're beautiful and pretty, too." He groaned at the way
she was handling his scrotum. Why wouldn't she stroke his cock?
She stick out her lower lip, pretending to pout. "But you don't want me,
though."
"Michelle, please," he groaned as she toyed with his balls, lifting,
kneading, tickling through the fine hairs underneath. "I do want you. I want
you so bad, but..."
"Unh Unh, you don't. You don't want me at all," she continued to pout
coyly. She gave his cock one more slow suck, then began to draw delicate
patterns on the slick wet shaft with her finger tip. She enjoyed driving him
crazy. Tied and chained as he was, he couldn't get any leverage against the
stool to thrust against her.
"I need you! I need you so bad!" She was driving him insane, and she
knew it.
"But daddy, how bad do you need me?" She continued to taunt him and pet
his cock. "I cant tell how bad you really want me. Can you tell me?" She knelt
on the floor between his spread knees, playing with his cock, making him suffer
to have her.
"Honey! Please!"
"Please what, Daddy?" She pouted, the question was innocent, punctuated
by a wet lick under the knob of his cock. She spread the wetness around his
knob with her finger tip. "What do you need?"
"I need you!" his voice was hoarse, "I need you so much."
"No you don't daddy. You don't need me, you just want to come, don't
you? There's a big difference between really needing me and just wanting to
come. So which is it?" She didn't wait for an answer, but went all the way down
on his cock, and sucked back to the tip with agonizing slowness. As the
glistening knob popped free, she smiled up at him and smacked her lips, letting
her tongue dart out erotically and circle her wet open mouth. She took his slick
cock in her small fist and gave him a few slippery strokes.
"Michelle." He tried his best to sound sincere as she knelt below and
teased his cock. "Michelle, I really do need you."
"Need me daddy, Really need me or maybe only just want me a little?"
"I need you. I need you." He was aching to thrust his cock up into her
hot mouth. She smiled and pretended to go down on him again, but only gave his
knob a light kiss. "Michelle, please!"
Her blue eyes brightened as she looked up and she giggled right into his
face. "Please what, Daddy? What is it?" she asked, pretending not to understand
his situation. He was chained and highly aroused. She could do anything she
wanted, tease him any way she desired, and his cock could only throb helplessly
in mid-air until she decided to touch it.
"I need you, Michelle," he begged, "You're teasing me. I'm about to go
crazy to have you."
"Poor baby daddy," she pouted up at him. "You don't need me."
"I really, really do. And you're making you need you more by toying with
my cock like that." Her fingers were playing wet games around the slippery
sides of his shaft.
"Unh Unh, Daddy, you don't need me quite yet," she said, quoting what
he'd told her several days earlier when she was the helpless victim, "needing
comes much later---and I mean much, MUCH later." Her blue eyes were wide enough
to fall into as she looked up at him. Her fingers made a fist around his cock
and slipped up and down once more. "You just want me to make you come, and I
just won't do it, will I?"
"Michelle?!!?" he was suddenly alarmed.
"No, Daddy, I'm not going to make you come at all. You'll have to fuck
me if you want to come, and I'm not going to let you do that just yet. Maybe
tonight---or not even until tomorrow night --after I make you feel like you
really do need me-not just want me." She took time for another slow slurp on his
cock to wet it enough for her fist to move all slick and slippery over the
shaft.
"When you do get to fuck me, I'll be tied to the bed, just the way I
want it. Spread out wide, just like the other day," she continued, her voice
becoming low and sultry. "My pussy will be wide open, and wet, waiting for you.
I'll be helpless, and the drugs will be making me crazy for your cock. You'll be
insane to have me by then and you won't be able to do anything about either it
as you drive your cock into me and fuck me. I can almost feel you deep inside
me now."
"Oh, daddy, that aphrodisiac is making me so horny, and I have to come
again. Have you ever watched a girl masturbate?" She released his cock and
spread herself back on the floor beneath him. "Do you want to watch me? Oh, I
forgot," she pouted in baby talk, "You don't have any choice, do you?"
Michelle propped her feet up on her father's knees and wriggled her bare
toes at him. He could only look down helplessly as she spread her bare pussy
lips apart and delved into her open pussy. "Ooooh, Daddy," she moaned, it feels
soooo good! Please come fuck me. "
Dan strained helplessly at his chains, his arms cuffed back behind his
head, and chained to his ankle cuffs. He had no choice but to watch as his
daughter masturbated at his feet, begging him to fuck her, pleading for him to
come down and have her. His cock was like a gun barrel, bobbing directly in
line between her legs aimed straight at the succulent center of her writhing
hips. Under the effects of a more than double dose of the powerful drug, his
world became focused on nothing but Michelle's teasing masturbation.
He willed his cock to bend down and reach for her, but it refused,
continuing to throb and ache untouched. "Fuck me Daddy! Come on. Please! Come
fuck me," she begged and pleaded, knowing he couldn't, intentionally torturing
him.
She lifted her foot and began to brush his cock with her painted toe
nails. "Give me this. Come give me this or I'll know you really don't need me."
"Michelle," he croaked, "OK honey, I'll give you what you want." Her
toes played up and down his cock. He wished it was enough to make him shoot.
"No, Daddy," she shook her head, "If you really need me as much as you
say you do, you'll come down here and fuck me now. Right now." She reached and
took his cock shaft between her soft soles, pumping him up and down. He could
almost shoot between her feet. She squeezed him tight as she began to come. "I
said right now!"
"Daddy, I'm coming. Come fuck me! Don't you want me?" She arched her
back from the floor, lifting herself up by her feet around his cock. Oh, daddy,
I'm coming, come and put your cock in me. "
His cock twitched between her soles as he watched her come. Her breasts
bounced nicely, the nipples hard as rocks as she writhed at his feet. He could
almost come. Almost, until she suddenly removed her feet, and braced them
against his knees again, thighs splayed wide open.
"Naughty boy, Daddy," she chided as the delicious sensations of her
orgasm subsided, "I told you that you weren't allowed to come yet, and you were
trying to. Naughty, naughty."
Michelle looked up into her daddy's glazed eyes, watching him pant in
his lust to have her. She folded knees akimbo at his feet, and took his cock in
her hands, fondling his balls. Then reverting to baby talk, "That was so bad of
you. First you wouldn't come fuck me, and then you tried to spurt your juices
between my feet. So naughty and bad.
"So, what can I use as a proper punishment, Hmmm? How about a good, old
fashioned blow job? You know, a really, really slow, languorous blow job where
I take hours and hours and never let you spurt even the smallest drop. And since
you're chained up like that, I can take my time can't I---just like you did with
me the other night."
She bent his cock down and engulfed it inch by inch, slowly into her
hot, moist mouth. It seemed to take a wet eternity. When the single stroke was
finally over, she pulled free momentarily and looked up to unbutton his shirt.
From a pocket in the jeans she's tossed aside earlier, came two gleaming nipple
clamps. His nipples were already erect enough to accept the clamps. As the jaws
closed, he hissed as the aphrodisiac translated the sharp pain into excruciating
pleasure.
"Daddy, I once read a story about two women who tortured the
information out of a prisoner while he was chained up like this." She flicked
the nipple clamps back and forth absently as she talked. "They sucked him to the
brink of orgasm every fifteen minutes for eight hours without ever letting him
shoot. And he told them everything they wanted, just to be allowed to come.
"And, Daddy, that guy wasn't even under an aphrodisiac like you. But
guess what, I'm going to do that to you anyway, right now, and there's nothing
you can do about it. I'll bet that in a little while, you're going to wish you
had almost any kind information to confess." Her fingers were gentle as she
bent his cock down to her red lips and kissed the tip of the knob. "Of course,
if you think of anything to confess that I might be interested in......"
He watched helplessly as she engulfed his cock into her hot mouth once
more. Her tongue was magic, and she knew just how much pressure.
