You knew once you sent the messages that you shouldn’t have done it. You’d been instructed very clearly just that morning what you were and were not allowed to do, and this was firmly in the ’not allowed’ category. Once the ‘woosh’ of the outgoing message notification sounded, you let our a breath you’d been holding and began wondering and worrying about the response you’d get.
Minutes crawled by, but despite the lack of activity or response so far, you continue to stare at the screen. Waiting. Waiting. Finally, you see the status of the message change to ‘read’, and you know that there’s no turning back at all. He’s seen it. He’s probably watching it right now.
More time passes. The longer the wait before a response, the more nervous you start to become. Maybe you miscalculated things. Maybe this isn’t something he’d want. Maybe…
The three dots finally appear! Seconds tick by, but you bite your lip in anticipation for the words you suspect are coming. The dots disappear, and are replaced with a very concise message, the length belies the weight of it.
“20 minutes”
That’s all it says, and you rush to start preparing. It usually takes him just over half an hour to get home, and as you hurry through your tasks, you realize that this shorter time might just mean you’re in real trouble.
You hear the garage door opening with moments to spare. You rush to the interior door and kneel on the floor facing the door, ready for him to arrive.
The door flies open and you flinch. Angry. He’s angry, not excited. Or maybe both.
He sees you there and his face softens just a bit, but the fire doesn’t leave his eyes.
“Welcome home, daddy.”
He grunts, and grabs your hair, pulling you along as he stalks off to your room.
You’re tossed to the foot of the bed and he pulls his phone out.
“Do you know what you did wrong?”
You nod.
He opens up the message you sent, and the video starts playing. He holds the screen in front of you and you watch the video you sent him for the 10th time that day.
The video is you sitting on his bed in your new pink outfit, complete with ribbons in your hair and ankle socks. You are straddling his pillow and grinding against it. You’re pulling it tight against your pussy as you ride and rub. The fingers of one hand are clenched tight on the pillow to hold it in place while your other hand is rubbing yourself furiously.
Then comes the damning part of the video. Your eyes are closed, but they snap open and you stare directly into the camera and softly say “I’m coming, daddy” just before your body is wracked with spasms. The video cuts off.
“You were told not to cum without permission, weren’t you?”
You nod again, suddenly worried that what you hoped would be a teasing video has turned into something serious.
He drags you to your closet.
“Look at all the nice things I’ve bought you. Don’t you think following a few simple rules is worth what I give you?”
“Yes, daddy.”
He grabs you by the neck, his grip firm but not uncomfortable. Your legs are kicked apart so your stance is widened.
“Spread your ass.” he orders, and as you reach back to do so you feel him fidgeting behind you. His cock is released, slapping against your panty clad bottom. He pulls the gusset of the panties aside and you feel his hardness rub back and forth against your cunt lips, which are drenched at his handling of you. You stand there awkwardly holding your cheeks apart as one of his hands holds you up by your neck and the other presses his thick meat along your slippery lips.
He pulls back and you feel him kneel some, and his head is lined up with your hungry snatch as he slowly pushes forward. Your juices have covered both of you with enough wetness that he slides all the way inside you. He strokes a couple of times, but before a rhythm can be established, he pulls back out.
His stance shifts, and you feel him probing against your anus. Your eyes widen just as he forces the head inside you.
“Please, daddy…” you groan out, unable to finish your protest as you gasp with more of him entering you.
“This is what you deserve, you little slut. You didn’t want to do what you were told, so now I’m going to have to fuck your asshole raw. A dirty fuckdoll like you doesn’t even deserve to be spanked, just assfucked until you learn your lesson.”
As he speaks to you, he’s pushing in and pulling out steadily. You know his whole length isn’t being used, and are thankful for it, but it still is a fullness you hadn’t felt even with your toys.
“Are you learning your lesson?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“What are you?”
“I’m daddy’s little fuckdoll. I’m his butt slut. I’m daddy’s obedient girl that only wants him to be happy with his princess.” The words spill out of you as you both grunt and grind against each other. As you speak, you know you’re saying what he wants to hear when he reaches his free hand around and begins to rub your clit.
“Please forgive me, daddy. I promise I’ll be good from now on. I’ll do whatever daddy says. I’ll be your butt slut, your princess, your fuckdoll - whatever you need.”
You’re suddenly shoved forward and you barely catch yourself with your hands. You ass feels so empty without him there, and you turn to face him just as he steps forward and grabs your chin with one hand. His other is stroking quickly, and just as you register what is about to happen, his orgasm hits and you feel spurts of his semen hitting your face. Your lips and cheeks are covered, and your eyes shut reflexively.
You feel his lips against your forehead in a soft kiss and open your eyes to see him stand back up, tucking his dick back into his pants.
“Get cleaned up, angel, and put on a nice dress so I can take you out for ice cream. I think you’ve learned your lesson and I want to treat my good girl to something sweet.”
He turns and leaves, and you reach a finger up to start scooping his cum into your mouth as you smile and think about what rule you’ll break next.