We’ve talked about these things before, my Dada and I. I’ve told him I love rope and ******* and we were both excited to start this journey together but still had butterflies in my stomach, not knowing what our evening would entail. As he bound my wrists and reached for our newest addition a leather-bound *******, the butterflies in my stomach began to flutter but my curiosity outweighed my fears. As the gag settled into its place in my mouth, I tested the texture and give of the ball with my tongue and as I worked out the fact that I could breathe around it my mind was immediately at ease. The shift in my head space was so obvious it was almost an audible sigh as I slipped into the most submissive state I had ever experienced. He laid me back on the bed and bound my hands above my head; and there I laid, at his mercy. So this is where we would begin our journey.
And then he touched me. His hands caressed my *******, then pinched and tugged on my ******* and I soon found myself squirming and whimpering for more. In a moment the sensation exploded as he sharply twisted them both, drawing an involuntary cry from my lips followed by the realization that the gag would provide the outlet I needed. I could scream, cry out, or do whatever came without fear that one of the neighbors would hear. That realization brought with it so much freedom and I embraced every sensation that he offered to me, just absorbing it like a sponge and I was free to respond without filters. As his hands moved over my body each caress became another note, as one by one we weaved them together as to compose an immersive musical interlude with the sensations he provided me intermingled with the sounds I would make in response.

When he finally reached my **** my body was on high alert and I was fighting the urge to explode. I struggled to make him understand how badly I needed it, how much I wanted to *** for him. In answer to my muffled pleas he pulled his hand away and I almost crumbled as he began to caress my body once again, leaving my senses humming and the feeling waned even if only a little away from the edge of release. The moment that he began stroking his fingers in and out of my ***** I almost immediately became unglued at the seams, then when he began thrusting harder it was all I could do to not ***. The moment of my undoing was when I felt his hand around my throat. I cried out and moaned through the gag begging for the relief my body craved and finally he allowed it. He could barely get beyond “Yes you may...” before my ***** was convulsing around his fingers coating them in my juices, screaming into the gag as the wave overtook me.

Immediately after he took my by the hand and guided me over his knee unsteady and trembling and began one of our familiar (and one of my favorite) rituals, a barehanded spanking. As he usually did, he started out with lighter strokes, progressively growing more intense. The wall of sub space hit me harder and stronger than I ever imagined that it could; not to mention much sooner than either of us expected it to. My mind was soaring away and embracing a level of sub space so intense that I had yet to experience up until that date. It was such a delicious feeling.

Once he felt my *** was sufficiently tender, he laid me back onto the bed and sheets brought with them the sting as my *** brushed against the normally comforting fabric. He laid down between my thighs and brought his mouth to my center, kissing and licking my lips then teasing my **** and making love to my quivering *****. My body trembled as I absorbed his tongue's caresses, the urge to *** becoming stronger. I could no longer contain myself and began rocking my hips against his mouth, whimpering until I couldn’t fight the urge anymore but thankfully he gave an Mmmhmm telling me that it was okay and my ***** exploded in his mouth, ******* so hard and crying out openly against the gag as the urge came again even stronger. He didn’t make me wait, thank goodness and he pushed me to *** again and again.

The moment he pulled away it was like my whole body took a deep breath but I immediately craved his touch again and I wasn’t disappointed. I felt his hand wet with **** caressing my *****, and I knew what was to come. He began to slowly work his fingers into my ***** first one, then two, then three….that in itself was tight and I loved how his fingers filled me. He massaged my ****** which feels strange and amazing all at the same time and another wave overtook me, then I was soaking his hand again. And then he began working the 4th finger in, and the feeling of my ***** stretching to take his hand was so ******* intense I didn’t think I could handle more sensation so when he held a small vibe against my **** I immediately came for him. He was able to get his fingers in past the last knuckles which is both a very big accomplishment and a euphoric moment; I felt so very full. I thought I was at my max…I thought. My mind was floating and my body was beyond doing much else than just taking him in and ******* over and over.

And then he added his thumb. I didn’t think I could take it all, and I came over and over without any ability to stop it or even control it at all-hell that's to say I'd wanted to stop if I could! After he’d pushed as far as I could take his hand, he pulled his hand away and thrusts ******* back into my *****. My senses were on high alert and another wave came. When I felt his finger pressing against the tightness of my ***, my body could not even resist. The only thing I knew was the next wave…and the next…and the next as I came again and again for my Dada. I was to the point of exhaustion, my mind in a place of what we refer to as full stop sub space and he could see that I had little more in me to give. So naturally he made me *** one last time, a good hard *** and he allowed me to just lay and float.
He laid close to me, allowing me to feel the warmth of his body against mine as he caressed my hair and whispered some of my favorite words into my ear as I drifted into sleep.

“Good girl.”