Daddy Fetish

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HesterPrynne........Gonna be a long week. :eek:

Yeah it will.........but ya know........there is always a little thing that rings when it's dialed........and a sweet voice at the other end......so maybe not that long of a week.......:kiss:
 
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Little by little your excitement builds as my probing and circling fingertips inexorably drive you toward orgasm. But I know you my pet, I know how you clench up like an overwound clock spring as you cum. As desperately as you try to hold up the chain and prevent your nipples from being twisted and pulled downward by the clover clamps and stop me from fingering you, I know that as you cum there is no way on earth you will be able to hold your arms up in the air. I am counting on it. As your stomach muscles contract and your breath comes in gasps, you are almost there. With renewed intent, I rub my slick fingertips over your clit, pressing harder as you near release. Gasping between breaths you seek your permission, your arms sagging, elbows drawing toward your sides, “Please Sir, may I come?” I pretend to ponder the question for just an instant then reply, “Why yes my pet, you may come as hard and often as you like.” With that your head flies back as you drop off the cliff of release arms dropping and clenching at your sides, and with them the chain and clover clamps. Instantly I stop manipulating your sex and the pain of the clamps immediately replaces the near orgasmic pleasure of moments before. You cry out as the sharp daggers shoot through your breasts and in frustration at being denied an orgasm at the last possible second. You kneel there, exhausted arms at your sides in panting depravation and discomfort. “Oh my God,” you huff between breaths, “Oh my God…” the pain and frustration written all over your face. “I am so sorry you were unable to successfully complete the challenge my little one,” I begin solicitously. “You were this close,” holding my thumb and forefinger up to demonstrate just how close you had come to orgasm, as though I needed to tell you.

"Daddy, my nipples are sensitive.........."
 
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Fire away

“That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.”

-Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar


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