Enlisting the services of willing participants, I am spirited away to the Bondage Bed, the Bed of my Daddy’s Preference.   He lays me down, making sure that I am warm and comfortable.  While the Lord of my Submission undresses Himself to glorious nakedness, He carefully monitors His Little Cum Slut, taking note of my every movement and breath.  I feel deep into His Heart and know that I am safe and when He places His body next to mine to cuddle me and hold me, I feel as though I am melting into oneness with Him.  His Conscious Clear Direction give me a satisfying sense of safety and peace and I allow Him to take me wherever it is He wants me to go.

For who knows how long, I lay as though one dead and then gradually, I become aware of my Master’s exquisite manhood, hard and erect, ready to take its pleasure from me.  I take it in my hand and stroke along its soft, silky length.  The touch of Him sends exquisite pulsations into my Yoni and I long for Him to bury Himself deep inside of me.

But He has another plan in mind for me and the very instant He realizes that I am back in the Land of the Living, He begins to bind me in a Chest Harness with His Red Rope and attaches me to a beam on the Bondage Bed, demanding that I kneel before Him.  His every wish is my command and before I know it, He is thrusting His Hardened Cock into my mouth and ordering me to Deep Throat Him.  With my hands bound tightly behind my back, I am unable to resist Him or even control the depth of His penetration down my throat.  I gag and splutter.  I choke and cough.  Tears pour from my eyes down my cheeks.  Mucus and saliva begin to bubble up from my throat and nose and He insists that I just let it flow out and down the front of my naked chest.  I hate making this kind of mess with a passion and He very well knows it but this does not make the slightest bit of difference in His World.  Daddy liked for His little Girl to feel out of control and deliberately created scenes to produce this kind of effect.

When He was satisfied with the oral pleasure I had given Him, He released me from the suspension, but did not untie my bonds.  Bending me over a couple of pillows, He demanded that I spread my knees out wide so that He could have clear access to whichever orifice He desired.   And so it was.  My Daddy had His way with me, fucking me first in one hole and then the other.  At times He would finger fuck me mercilessly, producing a never ending flow of the Nectar of the Goddess, soaking the sheet and the mattress and several towels in the process.  He would spank me in a deliciously provocative manner; knowing full well that His spankings completely and utterly sent me over yet another unexplored edge.

We would play like this for hours and then finally we would both lay back exhausted, completely and euphorically spent.  Covering ourselves with His warm, fuzzy blanket, we would rest for a while and then wander over to the showers, where we would clean all the sticky lube and other fluids off of each other’s bodies.

There are times at these types of events when I am not fully present and do not seem very able to control the effects of the Scenes my Daddy produces upon my body, and this seemed to be one of those nights.  I would tell my brain what I wanted to do but my body would not respond very well.

In particular, my left leg seems to become quite unresponsive and will actually give out from under me, causing me to stumble and perhaps even fall.  Were it not for my Daddy’s ever watchful eye upon me, I am sure that I would do myself serious harm.  Daddy makes sure I am appropriately dressed in my warm fuzzy pants and begins the process of getting me ready to leave the Club.  Even though I don’t remember all the details, I know of a surety, that He carefully tends to my every need because somehow, we arrive back in His Castle, safe and sound.

He undresses me and puts me in His Bed, where He lays down beside me and sheds His Love abroad from His Heart to His Little Girl.