SimplyMichael
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Feeling a bit overwhelmed on Monday morning, still reeling a bit from an argument with hubby, she started wading through her morning deluge of emails. As she pounded the delete key like she wanted to pound his head she idly wondered if men got as many breast enlargement emails as she got penis enlargement ones. Knowing how unfair life was, she guessed probably not. Her eyes spotted an email from her boss tagged important and she dreaded opening it, but she slid the cursor over it and clicked it open. She had to read it twice to realize it was only her boss giving her the afternoon off as a reward for good behavior. “WTF” she thought to herself, why would he give her the day when she was swamped and besides, what the heck was she going to do, her work was a bit of refuge from the chaos in her life. While she was pondering this, Lucy her assistant walked in carrying a huge bouquet of stunning tulips. “Oh my god they are beautiful” she gushed in her annoying voice. “Did you and Pat have a fight” and Nicole though how satisfying it would be to backhand her right now. Instead she smiled and assured her that they rarely fight and he was very very romantic like this and hated that she lied but was not going to let Lucy know the truth. Actually, what they heck WERE the flowers for she wondered. She had been trying to get him to be more romantic, to do things “right” in that way that just worked for her. She smiled, perhaps he WAS getting it, she had made it clear she would be a very good girl for him instead of the cold bitch she couldn’t help being sometimes. So, she smiled, and as she admired the stunning tulips before her, she relaxed and opened up the envelope wondering what other wonders were inside.
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My Dearest Nicole,
I have arranged for your day off and knowing how hard it has been recently, a day of pampering lies ahead of you. I have arranged a few appointments for you and all I ask is you ask no questions, look in no mirrors, and just allow my hand to shape you for my later enjoyment.
THUD, that fucker must have been reading her porn stash, that was right out of something or other she had read, it seemed so familiar, so perfect, it must have been from something she read a lot. She had begged him to do this sort of stuff but wow, to hit one out of the ballpark like this was not at all what she expected. On the reverse of the note was a list of appointment times and locations. Impressed that he even knew of some of these, she smiled thinking of how much time he must have spent on yelp putting all this together. Surprised a bit at her excitement, she quickly left work and headed out for the first appointment on her list.
As she arrived at the salon, it was if they knew her even though she had never been there. If she hadn’t been impressed bofore, this put it over the top. This was not just a good salon, this was THE salon and they treated her like she owned the place. God only knew what he had done to pull this off but she was going to relax and enjoy it. She was given the full treatment although they sort of mixed things up. The started with a facial using some sort of herbal mask and in this case, there was an actual mask and she was essentially blindfolded why they did everything. Full color treatment, followed by a styling and of course nails. She left feeling like a little princess all pampered and almost forgot what was going on she had so relaxed into the process. Next was the mall for makeup and a fitting for a dress. She started to obsess about how much all this was going to cost but caught herself slipping into bitch mode and told herself to be a good girl and shut the fuck up. She was halfway to the mall when she noticed her fingernails were not the usual French but a dark burgundy red. “That’s different” she thought to herself a bit surprised, she didn’t even know he didn’t like her French nails. A thought started to form in her head but before it fully formed she was distracted by parking at the mall.
Heading straight to the makeup counter at Nordstrom’s she asked for the woman on the list and was whisked into a chair. She squirmed a bit as all her makeup was stripped off. “Wow, this is serious “ she thought to herself as the woman slowly did an entire makeover. Took a while but she really wanted to see the dress and as soon as the woman was done she rushed off to find out what sort of dress awaited her.
Red. It was the most red dress she had ever seen and it fit her like a glove. This was no dress for mommy or even a MILF, this was a dress to make men quiver and not quite what she would have thought Pat would choose for her. She had to admit though that she looked spectacular in it and while studying the dress in the mirror, really noticing for the first time how dark and gothy her makeup looked. Her blood suddenly ran cold, her cunt clenched into a knot and her heart both stopped and raced at the same time.
DADDY…
And at that very moment, she heard his voice behind her whispered in her ear, “either walk away now or you are mine for the night”
She stood frozen. The signs were all there, how could she miss it? Pat could never have pulled this off, the colors, the dress, it had Daddy written all over it. She hadn’t seen Daddy in years, put him behind her even if sometimes fucking Pat, it was Daddy’s hands on her face, Daddy’s cock she was gagging on, but here, now IN PERSON? Her mind was exploding in panic but her body hadn’t moved an inch. Her cunt was spasmming she realized, it had been a turn on doing the tasks and it had been kind of hot knowing it had been her husband but the realization Daddy had manipulated her, forced her, shaped her to his will was too much for her. Without even realizing it she had thrown her shoulders back, stood straighter than she had in ages and clasped her hands behind her back just as Daddy had taught her years ago. She couldn’t believe it, felt shame at her response and yet pride knowing how well she had done it, how instinctive it was.
Then he said it, that fucking bastard said it. “Good Girl”…that deep voice he had and she knew he had dropped his tone an octave just for her, that he had worked that resonance in his voice just right knowing the effect it would have on her. And it did. Then he repeated it again as his hand slip over her neck and in that moment Pat’s wife disappeared and Daddy’s “Good Girl” stood before Daddy fully clothed but utterly naked before him and his will.
The next hour was a whirlwind but the image that will be forever etched in her mind is the feeling of the catheter being slipped into her mouth for the only lube Daddy allowed her and she desperately tried to suck it deep into her mouth to get it as wet as possible because one thing she would never forget about Daddy is how he loved to leave her dark little hole sore. She opened her mouth wide as he withdrew the catheter desperate to allow as much of her spit to cling to its cold plastic sides as possible and she was gratified to see it slick and bubbly with her spit. Daddy laughed, grabbed her chin and with an evil grin whipped the spite over her lips and cheeks. “Daddy isn’t going to be nice tonigt and you are going to take it for Daddy, is that clear cunt” he scolded her. She hated herself for the cunt juice that almost squirted from her cunt as she felt the spit drip from her lips as his words penetrated and forced their way in harsher than of the many cocks she had had since she had last seen him. Daddy had been such a fluffy sadist when she had know him but clearly he had become harsher and she couldn’t help but moan in greedy anticipaaaaahhhh.
He slid the catheter deep into her upturned asshole. She was bound hogtied over an ottoman, it wasn’t like she could stop him but that fucking plastic was so cold and it looked so small when she was sucking on it but it felt huge when he had slid it all the way in with a single shove. She could hear his breathing quicken as his hand contacted her little hole. It was Daddy’s favorite hole and it always served to get Daddy off. She could imagine the grin on his face as he slide the catheter in and out a bit so he could watch her hole resist its reentry and knew he was relishing it.
You spent the day making the exterior of my little girl perfect for me, now Daddy is going to clean out your insides so you are perfect for me. As he told her this she felt the cramps of the enema hitting her, the fullness taking over, and the urge to let it go starting to take her focus. Expecting daddy to torment her with that pain, she was surprised to see him untying her. He took her to the bathroom and stood over her and there it was...the sign. She had only seen it a couple of times in her life but his hands formed the sign for her to assume a very special position. But she was sitting on the toilet, embarrassed knowing what she was desperately trying not to do, terrified she couldn’t wait, knowing she couldn’t. She slowly lifted her chin, determined to show him she too could evoke reactions in Daddy, knowing how hot she made Daddy and she was determined to make his cock hurt it was so hard. She caught his eyes with hers as she slowly opened her mouth not sure she could do this it had been too long. At the same time, it was Daddy and she needed him to use her like this, to not hold back as he always had in the past. His golden stream hit the back of her throat hot and she fought back the need to gag, desperate to swallow it all, to be that good girl and she could barely make out “let go” in his deep voice and her bowels emptied out as his hot piss flowed deep into her like a purifying stream of heat.
“On your knees in the tub” Daddy cooed to her as her body was still spasaming after whatever the hell had just happened. “Daddy isn’t done making you over for my pleasure” he hinted with a mischievious tone. “Do you know how much daddy loves your little hole right”? She murmered a response, knowing his talking this way just make her squirm. “Daddy is going to finally bleach that dark hole of yours to match my favorite pink one” and the bastard said it with the sweetest voice as he started smearing the anal bleach on her ass. As if it didn’t sting enough, he had mixed some cyanne pepper with it and she just fucking screamed. Daddy just laughed as he slipped the tip of his finger just inside the tip of her asshole for good measure and she almost passed out from the pain.
It was a while later when she found herself bent over, freshly showered and over his lap. She was having trouble focusing on the spanking because, well, he had filled her now clean and very very pink asshole with what little piss he had left. It felt like he had a lot left and she imagined it was the intensity of having him shove a funnel into her ass and use her like a urinal, the sound of piss splashing in her gaping asshole something she would never forget. AAAaaaa she moaned as his large heavy hand impacted on her ass. “Don’t you DARE let it go” he said with his voice so deep she almost felt it more than she heard it. He didn’t let up and in fact started spanking her harder and harder, his hand going from her thighs, to her ass, and his fingertips stinging her cunt once in a while as he punished her. She squirmed over his knee but he held her tight, forced her down and didn’t stop. And then it happened…she couldn’t hold it, and his piss started running down her leg. Daddy didn’t stop and in fact started spanking her so his piss splashed over all her and him and in that moment he shoved her to the floor. “Lick me clean” he barked at her and her tongue finally tasted his flesh once again. He wouldn’t let her near his cock although she craved the taste but her tongue was clearly having an effect, his cock was rigid, seemingly ready to burst the bloodvessles that contained it. And she knew, because the bond they had, the kink they shared was forever bound by secrets they shared with few others. What he did next was exactly what she had hoped would happen, what she needed to happen. She was already on her knees and she spread her legs at the exact moment her cock was pressed up against her asshole. “Where does Daddy’s cock belong” he asked her and she could no longer take it and started pressing back against it, needing him to stretch her open. At the same time he started plunging it in but as soon as the head of his cock popped in, he ripped it back out only to plunge it back in. “Take it for Daddy” he said although she wasn’t sure it he meant it as he had in the past.
The rest of the evening was even more intense, she did things to and for Daddy she would never forget and he did a few things for her that were, well unusual. One of which was very scary but she trusted Daddy, and when he told her to swallow the little pill because he wanted to do things to her while she was passed out, her only response was to open her mouth and stick out her sore and tired tongue.
The next night while making love to her husband, he was rimming her ass when he stopped and said “Oh my god, how hot, you got “Daddy’s Hole” tattooed around your ass, that is SO hot and special” “Daddy must be really special to you” her husband asked and with complete honesty she replied “you have no idea”.
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