Don't Let Me Down...

I’m a lonely sub, waiting and yearning for a Dom to love and serve. I’ve been looking for answers to the questions only my Dom can answer, a sign that He exists and that He is searching for me incessantly. I often fantasise about how he looks, and the sole image that crosses my mind is that of a well-built, dark-skinned man with a beard and short hair. His large hands are veiny yet gentle. His arms are muscular; they’re large enough to hold me and the weight the world’s placed on my shoulders — they’d always be open to give either of us comfort when needed. He’d be tall enough to tower over me to land the perfect pecks on my forehead whenever He tells me I’m His Good Girl, and his calm aura would radiate from within, making him the sexiest man I’ve ever seen… and his dick? Girthy, veiny and long — the kind of cock you’d use as a pacifier in your mouth to help you soothe yourself to sleep.

I know our first moment will be electric… Daddy would have spotted me in a nook at a bookstore early in the day. My body and book choice would captivate Him and motivate Him to walk up to me, touch me gently on the arm and introduce HImself. Then, He’ll comment on the book in my hand to gauge my intelligence. I‘d respond with a cheeky answer, and I noticed his right hand adjust his crotch area. His eyes dart from my face and then down to my plump breasts and wide hips. I pretend to look for another book to intentionally turn around and give Him a good look at my ass. He grabs my arm, turns me around and whispers, “You know, it’s rude to turn your back on people you’re conversing with”. His eyes pierce my soul as He gives me a stern look. I look down at his hand gripping my arm with enough force to respond from a place of lust rather than fear, smirk as I look back up at his gorgeous face, and say, “A wise person once said that well-behaved women seldom make history. I don’t intend on leaving your memory anytime soon, so…” His other hand grasped at his bulging crotch, and he said “Come with me, or I’ll have to punish you right here…” I pulled my arm from His grip, and let Him take my soul instead as I followed Him out of the store to HIs place.

His penthouse loft is well-decorated and spacious. I got comfortable on the couch as he mixed drinks for us and conversed with me about another of the many philosophical topics we brought up on the way there. He sat by me as we enjoyed our drinks over wholesome conversation and kisses between debates. “I sense that taking caring for you is all I’ll ever want to live for. You’re such a delightful, sexy and intelligent woman. You should, and will, be mine.”, He said after kissing me. I stood up to lift my sundress and then straddled His lap as I held His head in my hands. Immediately, His hands navigated to my ass and caressed my cheeks gently. We kissed, and as the kisses got more passionate, my thick thighs could feel His cock harden with arousal. I let Him feel my ass jiggle under my dress while grinding my waist on his lap. We stopped kissing, and His hands moved from my cheeks to my breasts. I watched him bite his lips at the view of His hands caressing me. He lifted my dress to take it off, and my breasts bounced once it went over my head. As his hands cupped my breasts, He licked my nipples gently and then seductively tugged at my sensitive nipple piercings with His teeth — which made me moan and press His head against my breast. One of His hands reached down to give my clit attention, and He maintained eye contact with me as His mouth kept teasing my breasts. The delicacy of his finger gently rubbing my now-soaking sex, nipple stimulation and eye contact all sent shivers across my skin, and I let out moans of pleasure with every touch.

He stopped pleasuring me and carried me to the entrance of his playroom. He asked me to stand before the door and wait for Him while He went inside to “prepare the room”. I patiently stood naked at the door for what felt like 20 minutes before I heard his voice over an intercom saying, “You look so adorable while in wait”. I looked up from the ground, saw a security camera in the corner of the hallway and cussed Him out for making me wait on purpose. He stepped out of the room to kiss me as He wrapped His hand around my neck and gently squeezed it. “Good girls don’t swear at their Daddies… Mind your language, Princess.” I freed my neck from his grip and teased, “Or what? You’ll spank me? I’m so scared…”. From his pocket, He produced a pair of nipple clamps attached by a chain on the end of each clamp. “You’ll wear these for the entire duration of this session. Dare to remove them, and your nipples might fall off once we’re done. Understood?” Keeping my composure after hearing that was a challenge, one that enticed me enough to crave tasting His bulging cock inside my mouth. I looked to the floor, feeling a prideful sense of shame, and whispered, “Yes, Daddy. Understood…” He lifted each breast gently, suckling them until they were hard enough to clamp completely. I hadn’t felt lust this intense before, so I knew my cooch and I were in for a treat, thanks to this delicious chocolate man.

Pulling me by the nipple clamp chain, Daddy ushered me into his playroom. Right at the door is a stool with a BDSM set laid out. The set includes a collar leash, which He placed around my neck as He kissed me, as well as hand and ankle cuffs, which He put around my hands and ankles as He teased my inner thighs. The set included a belt hogtie, but He said that’s for foreplay some other day when I decide to behave — whatever the fuck that means. He stood up after attaching the ankle cuffs, yanked on the nipple clamp chain and said, “In this room, you’ll submit your body to me to use as I please. Outside the room, your mind and heart are mine as well. Do I have your consent, Princess?” “Yes, Daddy,” I responded, with my head lowered. With that, He lifted my body, carried me over his shoulder and sat me on a sex swing suspended against the wall. While attaching the handcuffs to the ankles to raise and separate my legs, He didn’t break eye contact. He kept complimenting my body, telling me that He loves the brownness of my skin, its soft texture and how delicious I smell. “You have the most beautiful face, Princess… The glance of agonising desire you flash whenever I touch you, how your thick lips respond to my kisses and the way you look at me when I speak… you’ve got me hard, and I want you to feel it, too. I want you to feel how you make me feel.”

At this point, He has me suspended on this swing with my legs in the air, my large and erect breasts squashed together, and my pussy exposed for a full view of its wetness. His tall stature towered over me, eyes locked on mine, and His large hands caressed my body — making my skin tingle and form goosebumps. I enjoyed watching him explore my body with his hands because holding His intense curiosity felt good. The clamps on my nipples tightened slightly as they got more erect, and He could see the discomfort from the way my body writhed with each sensation from his touch, to which He said, “Stay still, Princess. We're just getting started, and I only want to hurt you in the best way. If you move, you will be punished. Understood?” I responded accordingly, and with that, He spanked my ass while looking me in the eyes with intense lust. Juices start dripping from my pussy as I moan with pleasure, and He spanks me repeatedly until my skin turns slightly red. “That’s what you get for backchatting me in public…” He said with a soft but reprimanding tone. I stuck my tongue out at him, smirked and laughed. He seemed annoyed by this, so He slapped my pussy. I moan and bite my lips while trying to adjust my posture on the swing. “Did I not say you should stay still? You’re deliberately disobeying me…” He said sternly.

I begged for grace because the pussy slap caught me off-guard, to which He responded with His fingers caressing my clit. Maintaining eye contact, He used the juices dripping from my pussy as lubrication and rubbed on my clit with one hand and yanked at the nipple clamp chain with the other. I did my best to keep still as I could feel euphoric waves of pleasure moving through my body, moaning softly as my gaze darted between His intense gaze at me and His hand on my pussy. As my clit swelled, He tugged at the nipple clamp chain and repeated the words, “Good girl…” which made me even more hungry for His touch. He let me cum, and knelt to drink from my well as He kept stimulating my clit. The feeling of his mouth sucking juices from my pussy, His tongue over my clit, and His grip on my breasts sent me into a state of subspace I didn’t know existed. In that moment, all that mattered to me was His pleasure. I wanted His cock to fill my mouth, restrict my breathing and feed my lust for Him. When I calmed down, He untied my hands and ankles, saying, “You’re such a beautiful slut. My beautiful slut…” and kissed me gently. My hands reached for His hard cock inside his pants, and He instructed me to remove His clothes before I got to do anything.

I got off the swing and passionately kissed him as I removed His collared shirt, pants and briefs. My kisses lowered from His lips, down to His chest, to His groin just above His massive cock, and then to the tip of His cock. He let out a gasp, and I knew exactly what to do. “Don’t let me down”, He said softly as He looked at me and held the back of my head. I put his balls in my mouth and sucked on them while stroking his cock with my hand. His groans aroused me, so my free hand stimulated my clit while I went to work on him. “Don’t touch yourself unless I tell you to. Understood?” He said. I let go of my already-soaked pussy and, with His balls in my mouth, I hummed as though to affirm His instruction, and He grunted as He pushed my head against his body. When He loosened His grip, I took his cock into both my hands and teased the tip with kisses as I looked up at Him to watch Him squirm at my touch. Then, I slowly slipped it into my salivating mouth. I hummed and moaned as His inches filled my tiny mouth. His cock got harder as it experienced the tightness of the entrance of my mouth, the wetness of my tongue and the vibration of my moans of pleasure against His skin.

I closed my eyes, sucked on His cock like a little one with a pacifier and let Him fuck my face at His desired pace. He started slowly, affirming me with every stroke by reminding me that I was a good girl and a beautiful slut. The pace picked up after a while, and the strokes got deeper. His cock inched deeper into my throat, and with every gag, He affirmed me. The gagging was salivating. He had lubrication to dip His girthy cock further down my throat. I looked up at Him as tears streamed down my eyes, subliminally begging Him to let me touch myself. As though He read my thoughts, He said, “Rub your clit for me, Princess. Cum with me…” I did as I was told and went to work on my soaking wet pussy. The moans from my mouth and the strokes along my tongue made Daddy moan louder with pleasure — which aroused me. Daddy’s pleasure became my own. I could tell because the taste of pre-cum from his throbbing cock got me excited. “Where does my Princess want me to cum?” Daddy asked under His breath. I pointed to my face, and He quickly pulled His cock out of my mouth. My hand grabbed His cock, aimed the tip at my face and jerked on it as His warm cum showered my face. Daddy looked down to watch me enjoy His seed adorn my skin, lovingly affirmed me and assured me that I was His — and always would be. When Daddy was done, I playfully rubbed the tip of His cock against my pouted lips, and all I could hear was Him saying, “Good girl…”

I know my Daddy is out there, somewhere searching for me as I do the same for Him. Even though I am unowned, the hope that my perfect Dom exists fuels my willingness to submit and serve. As I wait, I pledge to love myself as I know He would remain disciplined in my everyday activities and dedicate each day to improving myself in preparation for my Daddy’s arrival.