Dominated By Daddy

Daddy’s Domination

My pleasure was all his. From the moment I stepped into his home, I was his. I had embraced my role, ready and willing to please him in any way he wished. His name was Daddy, and I was his submissive.

I had fantasized of being under his control, of submitting to his desires, of being dominated by a powerful man like him. Now, as I lay on the bed with my wrists and ankles bound, I felt the thrill of excitement course through my body. With my eyes closed, I could feel his presence in the room, emanating a sensual energy that electrified my senses.

My breathing quickened as he came close, my heart racing with anticipation. His hands moved across my body, exploring and caressing my most sensitive areas. With each touch, my arousal heightened, until I was trembling with pleasure.

His dominance shone through in every movement and caress. He was always in control, and I loved every minute of it.

He moved lower, kissing and licking my breasts. His lips moved over my nipples, teasing and tormenting me until I was begging for more. His hands worked deftly between my legs, massaging and stimulating my wet, eager pussy until I was screaming in frenzy. He brought me to the brink of orgasm several times, only to stop and start again and again, prolonging my pleasure until I could take no more.

Finally, Daddy pushed himself inside me, and I gasped with pleasure. His thrusts were deep and powerful, each one sending waves of pleasure through my body. He moved faster, faster, and with each stroke, I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

The pleasure was overwhelming, and I cried out in pleasure as I finally reached my peak. Daddy followed shortly afterwards, his body shuddering with pleasure.

Finally, he withdrew, and I felt my body relax, exhausted from the passionate experience. Daddy bent down and kissed me, and I swooned at the feeling of his lips on mine.

He untied me and pulled me close, and I melted in his arms. I felt safe and secure, and I knew that I was his and he was mine. I had surrendered to Daddy, and I never wanted to go back. From that moment on, I was his submissive, and it was the best feeling in the world.