BabyGirl Earns Her New Collar

"I don't care what you do for the next ten minutes but be right here when I get out of the shower," Daddy says as approaches me from behind, dropping the strap into my lap, causing me to jump a little.

I look up at him in confusion.

"You need a few spankings before we go to the movie," Daddy explains but he's looking at me like that was obvious.

"I want you to be sore enough that you're reminded about what I'm going to do to you later tonight."

My cheeks heat and I say nothing as I blush, I just watch Daddy's retreating back as he heads for the bathroom. I don't move from my spot in one of the armchairs of our bedroom except to reach down and pick up the strap, bringing the soft leather up to rub against my cheek absently, nuzzling it almost.

I lay the strap across my body and over my breasts, almost like a seatbelt, before I pick up my phone and mindlessly scroll through TikTok videos while I wait for Daddy to finish his shower, trying to keep myself distracted enough to not get too excited. If I enjoy punishments or tasks that I'm not supposed to enjoy too much, Daddy has threatened to buy an even bigger dildo for me to have to work into my holes and that's been a good deterrent, lately. I can't imagine taking anything bigger than Big Daddy. I have to use a lot of lube and take my time with the gigantic dildo we already have!

Daddy doesn't even take a full ten minutes to finish his shower so I'm glad I didn't move. I watch him get dressed with hungry, lidded eyes. His long blonde hair is wet and falling around his shoulders. I can see water droplets in his beard. I watch a drop fall and run down the side of his neck, before cascading over the tattoo on his chest, and I have to look away so I don't start salivating.

Fuck me. This man is delicious.

When he's fully dressed, he beckons me to come stand in front of him and I do, my steps a little hesitant and nervous, the strap in my hand. He takes me into his arms before turning me in them, my back to his front, and reaching around for the buttons on my jeans. His chin rests on my shoulder.

"Bend over," he growls in my ear, one hand pushing me down with pressure between my shoulder blades and resting my torso on our bed.

He slides my jeans and panties over the curve of my ass and they both pool around my ankles, leaving me exposed. He reaches over me, taking the strap from my tight hold in one hand while his other caresses my plump ass cheek, squeezing possessively.

"How many do you need, baby?" he asks, his voice gruff.

Well, if this isn't a fucking trick question. The strap is a mean impact toy, the kind that lights you on fire and can leave welts. I can't handle a lot of it. But if I give him a number too small, I'll be in trouble for that too, I'm sure.

"Five, Daddy?" I say questioningly.

"That's a good number," Daddy says. "Let's give you five."

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That was the LONGEST fucking movie I've ever seen in my entire LIFE. I kept having to press my thighs together, squirming in my seat, to try and get some relief. The squirming served to remind me of how sore my ass was which would just make me wetter and more achy and desperate. Daddy's hand was on my upper thigh, so CLOSE to my pussy for more than two hours throughout most of the movie without making a single move to help me release all of this pent up sexual energy.

"Make me a drink, baby," I hear Daddy say.

I'm standing in our closet, taking off my jewelry, and I slide the last few rings off my fingers as I answer him, placing them in a decorative bowl.

"Yes, my Daddy."

I've already stripped down to just my panties and I grab a silk robe and wrap it around myself tying it securely around my waist as I exit the bedroom and practically skip down the stairs.

To save myself a lot of future trips, I grab the ice bucket from the minibar in the living room on my way into the kitchen, filling it up using the dispenser on the front of the fridge. I grab the entire box of ginger beer I just bought and a bottle of vodka, gripping it around the neck as I carry my loot back upstairs. Now I can make Daddy lots of drinks without having to leave our bedroom! I'm very proud of myself.

Daddy had me order a glass to serve him drinks in. I was allowed to choose the inscription on the glass and it's a surprise. It just showed up in the mail yesterday. I'm so excited for him to see it. I mix his drink expertly before extending the full glass out to him, the words "His Brat, His Bitch, His Bartender" clearly visible.

Daddy grins wickedly when he sees it.

"Thank you, baby. I love it."

He takes the drink from me and sets it aside on the bench at the foot of our bed. He's sitting shirtless, in nothing but a pair of tight, dark briefs, in the very same arm chair that I had been sitting in earlier, before my tear-filled pre-movie spankings.

"Now, let's have you get down here, on your knees, and fill your tummy with Daddy's cum so we can get to the real fun."

He waggles his eyebrows suggestively as his wicked grin widens.

I'm giggling as I walk to him and sink to my knees before him on the cushion he's already placed there for me. My hands reach up for the waistband on his briefs, my fingers hooking beneath it allowing his hardening cock to spring free. My mouth literally begins to water at the sight of it.

I waste no time and need no encouragement to take him into my mouth, swallowing him down until he bottoms out in the back of my throat. I throw everything I have at showing him how much I love to worship his cock, the sounds of my slurping and gagging filling the room and making my pussy dampen impossibly further. I reach up and cup his balls with one hand as I moan and groan around his cock, my head bobbing up and down eagerly, Daddy's hands snaking into my hair and anchoring my mouth to his dick, not allowing me much space to back up for a lungful of air. He fucks up into my mouth then and I close my eyes as I hold on for the ride, focusing on the feeling of the large vein running up the underside of his cock carving a hot path along my tongue.

It doesn't take him long before hot jets of sperm are erupting and coating the inside of my mouth, the salty taste sharp on my tongue. I capture it all, holding it in my mouth as I slowly, leisurely lean back on my haunches. Daddy's eyes are on mine.

"Show me."

I stick out my tongue, careful to not spill a drop, and show Daddy his cum before smiling and swallowing dramatically.

"Thank you, my Daddy," I say, my words almost coming out slurred as I bask in the hazy glow of just having had my brain shut off and my mouth thoroughly fucked.

"Good girl," Daddy exhales, his words sounding a little post-nut slurred himself.

After a few moments of catching our breath, Daddy is already giving me more instructions.

"Daddy wants to watch a show. You're gonna put your collar around that pretty little neck and cuffs on your wrists and come sit here at my feet until I'm ready to use you or I need a drink. Bring the lube and one of the plugs I had you pick out earlier. Get your leash too."

He had had me pick out two plugs earlier, among an array of other things he plans to use tonight. I chose the small vibrating plug, a favorite, and The Drill - the long ten inch corkscrew silicone butt plug that is the biggest thing I've ever had in my asshole to date.

I get up and scramble to follow his directions. I have to be strategic in which plug I choose to use first. The vibrating plug is always a good time but it's small and I think Daddy intends to fuck my ass tonight. It won't properly prepare me for the pounding I will likely take. I grab The Drill, hoping I've planned this right, and return to my position at Daddy's feet. I quickly fasten the cuffs around my wrists and then the collar around my throat, attaching the leash to the O-ring in front, and I hand Daddy the handle.

He doesn't command me to put the plug in right away which is what I'm expecting. No, he really does start up a movie and seemingly ignores me while he watches the opening credit scene. I try really hard not to fidget, to be a good girl and hold still.

Daddy's other hand comes up and plays with my hair and I lean into him, resting my head on his firm thigh with a little sigh of contentment. We watch in silence for a few minutes before the hand playing in my hair stills.

"You're pretty brave to choose the biggest plug we have, baby. How long do you think you can sit here for Daddy and fuck your ass with it?"

I have no fucking idea! How long is long enough? What is the least amount of time I can get away with but still make Daddy proud? This fucker is BIG.

"Twenty minutes?" I squeak out.

Daddy laughs darkly.

"Oh, you shouldn't have said that. Your poor asshole!"

I start to panic.

"Ten minutes, Daddy?!" I plead.

He shakes his head slowly. I will not be getting out of this.

"Oh, no, baby. I think twenty minutes was the right answer."

He abruptly stands and I lift my head to watch him. He bought a chair on Facebook Marketplace a few weeks ago and a bunch of O-rings to attach to it so he can tie me up in all kinds of ways, he just hasn't gotten around to it yet. It's this chair he lifts and brings to set it a few feet in front of his chair before returning to his seat and commanding me to strip off my robe and panties and bend over the chair in front of him, my ass and pussy on display.

"The timer starts when the plug is all the way in your ass, BabyGirl."

My cheeks heat at the knowledge that my Daddy's eyes are on my asshole. I love it and hate it equally, my mind warring between my desire to be the filthiest slut ever and the shame I feel at how much I love being humiliated like this.

I lift my upper body from the chair and sit back on my heels, pouring lube from the bottle in my hand and coating the giant plug, giving it a few nice strokes. I also put a bead of lube on a finger and reach back to spread it around my puckered hole making sure I'm fully prepared to stretch myself for my Daddy's entertainment.

I lean forward again, bring the tip of the plug to my asshole with my right hand while gripping the side of the chair with my left for leverage. I slowly begin to push the plug in, applying steady pressure and trying to relax my tight channel, before pulling out and pushing back in further. It takes me a few minutes to fully work the plug into my asshole and bottom out on it.

"Daddy!" I gasp as the feeling of fullness overwhelms me and I hang my head, a sob escaping my lips.

"Good girl," he praises, "Twenty minutes. Let's see you ruin your asshole for me, baby. I want it to be so open and gaping that when I go to fuck it, I can't even fucking feel it. You hear me?"

"Yes, Daddy!" I cry out, gripping the base of the plug and thrusting it roughly in and out of my abused hole.

"Look at you. You love that. Such a disgusting, dumb bitch."

I begin crying in earnest when I feel Daddy's foot teasing my dripping pussy, before slipping a few toes inside me. Holy fucking shit! I am NOT about to cum on Daddy's foot. No fucking way!

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" I plead over and over as I try to move away from his probing foot. I can't do this. I can't fucking do this! It's so shameful!

Daddy's foot continues to invade my slut cunt and I can't help but to grind down on it, still fucking my ass with the The Drill as Daddy watches. I am so embarrassed and humiliated and wet. I cum on Daddy's foot like the shameful little slut I am and Daddy is laughing at me, which only makes me cum harder.

"Look at you!" Daddy says again. "Are you proud of yourself?"

"No, Daddy!" I answer back on a sob.

A sadistic sigh of satisfaction falls from his lips and it lights me on fire. He loves it when I hate it almost as much as I need it.

"Get up. Keep that plug in your ass. Keep fucking yourself. Do you need a vibrator?"

"Yes, Daddy!" I cry as I shakily try to get to my feet and hold the plug in my ass at the same time.

Daddy hands me a vibrator, switching it on for me, and then commands me to walk to the other side of the chair and bend over it while I fuck myself, this time facing Daddy instead of away from him, his hand still holding my leash.

I kneel on the floor, one hand fucking my asshole with The Drill and the other holding the vibrator to my clit. My face is planted into the cushion of the arm-less chair as I squirm and moan. I feel a tap on the top of my head and I lift it in response.

"My toes are dirty."

His words are weighted. The foot that Daddy just fucked me with is outstretched and waiting as I lift my head. He can't be serious. I don't have a foot fetish and I certainly don't want to suck Daddy's toes!

"No, Daddy!" I exclaim, tears pricking the corner of my eyes.

"Hey, I don't want dirty toes!"

I don't say anything for a minute, battling within myself as I grind down into the vibrator. I have NEVER sucked anyone's toes before. So fucking filthy. I don't know if I can do it! But I want to make my Daddy proud!

"Hey!" Daddy barks out, yanking on my leash to get my attention. "You're going to lose your fucking vibrator if you don't open up and suck my toes, you dumb cunt."

I lift my head and meet his eyes. I don't take them away from his gaze as I slowly open my mouth and suck his big toe into it.

"Clean them up," he growls. "Make sure you get in between each one."

I suck his toes clean from his big toe to his little one and back again, using my tongue to get between his toes as instructed. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why do I like this so much?! Why am I like this?!

"That's a good girl. I think they'll be clean when you cum," he says darkly.

His words alone are what do it. I cum and cum and cum, a moan escaping my lips around his big toe as I grind into the vibrator and fuck my ass roughly, shockwave after shockwave tumbling through my body.

"Such a good girl. Come kneel by my feet again, you little slut."

I do as he commands, coming to kneel beside him. This time, I use a yoga block to rest my sit bones on, throwing our waterproof blanket over it before sinking down onto it. The yoga block holds The Drill firmly in my ass and I'm able to bounce up and down on it while I return the vibrator back to my clit.

Daddy watches me bounce up and down for him, his phone pointed at me, recording my debauchery.

"Tell me what's happening right now, BabyGirl?"

"I'm riding a long plug in my ass Daddy and I'm riding on the vibrator."

Daddy grins slowly.

"You are? And how big is that plug in your ass, baby? Show me with your hands."

I drop the vibrator to show Daddy ten inches with my hands.

"And how big around is it?" he asks smuggly.

I hold up my thumb and forefinger in a circle with about a two inch diameter.

"This big, Daddy."

"In your asshole," he says with disgust. "How does that feel? Huh?" he raises his eyebrows expectantly.

"Full, Daddy! I feel so full!" I gasp.

"Let me see it make you cum" he says, his voice low and dangerous.

I bounce up and down on that plug like it's my job, before throwing my head back and cumming HARD, tremors raking through my body.

"You've got ten more minutes to ruin that asshole for me, baby."

Ten more whole minutes?! My poor asshole is sore and stretched but I grind down harder and further on the plug in my ass, taking it deeper.

I'm so close to Daddy's cock, I can see it straining through his briefs, hard as a brick for me. I want it back in my mouth so every dirty hole of mine is getting attention at once.

"Please, Daddy!" I beg. "I need your cock! Can I please take it out?!"

"Who's a slut?" Daddy asks.

"I am! I'm a slut for you Daddy!" I whine back.

"That's right," he growls while pulling out his dick.

I practically pounce on it, attempting to swallow it whole. This time I don't need to make Daddy cum. That's not the goal. The goal is to make me feel like the most disgusting three-hole slut that's ever existed. I suckle on his cock while I cum over and over and over. Driving myself higher and farther.

"That's a good girl. You love bouncing on that thing, don't you? Look at how enthusiastic you are! You've basically got a Subway footlong up your ass. Huh? Look at you!"

I smile up at Daddy, his cock still down my throat and nod at him.

"Disgusting."

His words don't deter me. They spur me on.

"Lick my fucking asshole," he snarls, lifting his legs and grabbing me by the hair.

I dive between his cheeks, tonguing his asshole like it's my favorite dessert as more shameful things fall from Daddy's lips.

"Fucking desperate whore," he spits out.

I continue to bounce on the gigantic plug, sitting up and putting on a show of begging Daddy to fuck my ass. My pleas sound so desperate and needy, even to my ears.

Eventually, the timer on his phone goes off alerting us both to the fact that I've completed my twenty minutes. Daddy's hands leave my hair as he pushes me back.

"Take that out of your asshole and clean it off."

I stop the vibrator, setting it aside as I sit back further. I reach behind me to pull the gigantic plug from my greedy asshole, using the towel on the floor behind me to wipe it off.

"Hold it up to your face. Show me how big it is", he demands.

"It doesn't smell very good," I tell Daddy, my nose wrinkling.

"Put it up to your fucking face. Now."

I can feel the dominance emanating from him in waves and now was not the time to broker an argument. I hold the huge plug up next to my face and even I marvel a little about how I was able to fit it inside of me.

"I love to see how fucking terrible you are. I am getting nothing out of this except watching you fucking destroy yourself."

I rest my head against Daddy's leg, dropping the plug to the wooden floor behind me.

"Do you know how lucky you are to have someone who likes that?"

"Yes, Daddy,' I sigh back. "I'm so lucky to have you."

Daddy grins.

"You are, baby. I don't think anyone else could put up with how disgusting you are."

I nod again, my only response.

"Come here, baby. Come lay here at my feet."

I do as I'm told, laying on my side, facing away from him, spreading myself out at his feet. I bring the vibrator with me, immediately bringing it to my clit as soon as I am settled.

Daddy's foot comes to rest on my head as I lay there.

"My other toes are a little jealous, baby. Why don't you suck on them for me while you cum?"

He slides his foot from atop my head to under it, my cheek resting on the top of his foot and his toes inches from my mouth.

"In fact, I want you to watch yourself cum while you suck my toes, you fucking slut. Here, take this."

Daddy's handing me his phone with the camera already running for me to hold in front of my face. I see the desperation and loss of control in my eyes as I take his big toe into my mouth and suck it HARD, the camera recording every second of my shame. Just like he said it would, it makes me cum so hard I'm squirting all over myself, the sound of sloshing filling the room. Daddy just laughs as he takes the camera from me.

"Now, BabyGirl, I'm trying to watch a fucking movie. You need to keep it down. In fact, every time you make a fucking noise, you're earning yourself a spanking."

He puts both feet up on me then, content to allow me to continue to masturbate as long as I don't interrupt his show.

The task he gives me is impossible. He knows it is. There's no way that I can be quiet with the vibrator on my clit, driving me crazy. I don't even last fifteen seconds before a moan escapes my lips.

"Shut the fuck up," he snarls at me. "That's one!"

I don't fucking care. I can't. I'm too far gone, too wild, too needy and desperate. A sob falls from my lips.

"Two!"

It's not long before I've made it to ten spankings. Daddy lets out a disgusted sound.

"If you would just stop fucking masturbating, I wouldn't have to hurt you."

"I can't, Daddy!" I gasp.

"You're such a disgusting whore," Daddy laughs at me.

I manage to hold in my next scream but I earn a spanking anyway because Daddy said he could hear my sloshy wet pussy.

That makes me cry. When I've made it up to fifteen spankings I can almost hear Daddy shaking his head when he says, "I don't know why you're doing this to yourself, baby. You know what paddles are coming."

I do. Earlier, he made me pick two impact toys that I like and two that I don't. I chose the crop, the strap, the one made up of a bundle of short canes and the electro-shock cane. I made a stupid choice, I'm realizing now. I had the opportunity to select a soft leather paddle or a flogger and I didn't. I definitely, very actively, avoided the wooden paddle and the spiked paddle (that one makes me bleed) but I hadn't made it easy on myself. Right now, I just didn't have it in me to care. That's future BabyGirl's problem. Right now, the vibrations on my pussy just feel too good.

I make it up to twenty spankings. I finally stop there. I have to. I don't think I have any liquid left in my body to be able to squirt anymore and I don't want to make it any worse for myself.

I lay there twitching on the ground, Daddy's feet still propped up on me, my leash held in his hand. He gives me a few minutes to come back into my body, my mind pleasantly empty.

"Well, before I hurt you, baby, I need to take a piss," Daddy says cheerfully, rising to his feet.

"What?" I question, confused, turning my head to look up at him.

"You heard me," he smiles. " On your back and spread your legs."

Does this actually mean Daddy's about to piss on my pussy? Why do I want that so badly?! Fuck. I am so fucked in head.

"I want you to cum the second this hot piss hits your clit, you hear me?"

"Yes, Daddy!" I manage to choke out.

I quickly roll onto the floor and on my back, again reaching for the vibrator, before spreading my legs for him and shoving it inside me. When I feel the hot liquid land on me, I fucking detonate. He pisses directly onto my little slutty cunt, on my hands that are holding the vibrator inside me, on my legs and my stomach. My hips undulate under the stream of his disgusting piss as I cum and cum and cum.

"How's that feel, baby?" Daddy asks, looking down at me like he owns me. He does.

He so fucking does.

"So dirty, Daddy!"

"Such a good girl," he praises.

Daddy returns to his seat, still looming above me.

"I think," he says, "that I want to see you suck piss off my toes."

A sob escapes my lips.

"No, Daddy!"

"Yessssss," he growls back.

Being pissed on is one thing, but tasting piss? Can I really do that? Daddy rubs his foot on the soaking wet blanket, soaked not only in his piss but in buckets and buckets of my squirt. Making sure his toes are nice and saturated, he brings them to my lips. A tear leaks from my eye as I suck his toes into my mouth. The sweetness of my squirt overpowers every other flavor. This is a flavor that I recognize. This is not so bad, right? I suck his toes clean. He goes back twice more to saturate them in liquid and makes me clean them again and then again.

"Such a good fucking slut," he says.

He helps me back onto my knees at his feet. His hand grips my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"I'm going to cover this pretty face in tears and then spit and then my piss and then my cum. You hear me?"

"Yes, my Daddy!" I sigh almost drunkenly.

"Now, it's time for me to abuse you, baby. Go get your paddles. One at a time. I want you to crawl for me."

I scramble up to do as he says, collecting the four paddles from the window bench one at a time, just like he said, on my hands and knees, carrying the paddles in my mouth and depositing them on his lap.

He has me bend back over the chair in front of him, facing away from him, my ass primed to receive punishment. Thankfully, he allows me the use of the vibrator. He starts out easy with the leather crop. I handle a few swats pretty well, my pussy drenched. It's when he switches from the crop to the bundle of canes that I truly start to cry after each sharp swat to my poor bottom.

Fuck. This one is brutal. I can't. I can't.

"Yellow!" I gasp out.

"You did good, baby. I'm putting that one away. No more with that one, I promise."

He has me sit up high on my knees then at his urging. His hand grips my chin, turning my head and exposing the tear tracks running down my cheeks.

"Fucking beautiful," Daddy growls. "I love it when you cry."

He looks at me lovingly, his thumb caressing my cheek and smearing the tears he finds there. I look up at Daddy from under wet eyelashes. He smiles at me before reminding me I still have two paddles to go.

The strap is next. He hits me with that four or five times before I'm screaming, begging for him to let up. Large strap welts have formed on each of my ass cheeks and the heat emanating from them makes me dizzy.

"Do you need something in your asshole, baby, to help you take this better?"

"Yes!" I sob. "Please, Daddy! Please fill my asshole!"

"Go get the other plug you picked out, baby," he coos at me.

I return quickly to the chair with lube and the vibrating plug in hand. I distribute a dollop of lube onto the head of the plug and then reach around behind me to slide it into my asshole.

Something is different. It feels like this plug won't stay in! Like it's going to fall right out of me! I squeeze the muscles of my back channel trying to keep the plug in place but I can actually feel my asshole widening and rejecting the toy.

"Daddy!" I exclaim. "I don't think this plug will stay in!"

"Oh, baby! Did that giant plug stretch your asshole out so much that you can't even hold in a small toy?" He laughs darkly. "Tsk, tsk, tsk."

A shiver runs down my spine at the lack of compassion in his tone.

"Is your hole ruined, baby?" he says to me mockingly, like he's chastising a small child.

I hang my head in shame, confirming what he already knows, that I'm a filthy whore who wants her holes to be stretched and gaping and ruined and gets off on it.

"That's okay, BabyGirl. As long as you keep swallowing my cum, your other holes can be as ruined as you need them to be."

I sigh contentedly, the too small plug forgotten, until I feel Daddy push the tip of the electro-shock cane against my left ass cheek. The tip won't shock me but it still fucking scares me and I almost jump out of my skin.

"You need a few more swats, baby," Daddy says from behind me menacingly.

There's nothing for me to do but lay there and cry, waiting for it to happen. The electro-shock cane burns as it makes sharp impact with my abused ass cheeks. I jump at the impact, trying to twist away. He swats me a few more times, making me yelp each time.

"Daddy!" I say on a heavy exhale. "That's so spicy!" I almost sound angry, like I'm chastising him. He just laughs.

Having reached twenty, my spanking finally completed, my ordeal over, I raise myself up on my arms, turning my body to sit in the chair I was just bent over, facing Daddy. My ass is so sore and tender that I immediately wince. The electro-shock cane still in his hand, Daddy moves the wand towards my breasts and I shrink back, begging him not to shock my tits.

He laughs as I squirm, promising me that if he doesn't shock them tonight, he'll shock them next time. He says that next time is when my slut piggy training will start and the electro-shock cane will be a fundamental part of my training. That sends a trickle of cold fear dripping down my spine.

He lets me catch my breath for a minute, both of us sitting across from each other. I ask him if I am allowed to take a couple hits off my cannabis vape and he gives me permission, something I'm incredibly grateful for as it helps to calm my nerves and my racing heart.

"I need to piss again," Daddy says, interrupting the silent, companionable moment. "On your hands and knees." He had made me stop to make him several drinks at this point and now I'm realizing why. My piss humiliation truly isn't over.

I moan a little protest but I'm sliding to the floor at his feet, on my forearms and knees, facing him with my forehead on the floor and my ass in the air. I turn on the vibrator, previously discarded on the floor, and boot it up, bringing it to my clit. He lets out a contented sigh as a hot stream of piss hits my spine, the warm gush of liquid immediately running down my back and over my shoulders, dripping from my nipples onto the blanket below. I raise up from my forearm, onto my free hand so the piss will roll down my ass. I'm covered in it.

"Such a ruined girl," Daddy praises. "The only thing we haven't ruined is your fucking face, isn't it?"

I let out a choked sound of alarm.

"On your back. Now."

I beg him not to do it. Tears stream from my eyes. But never once do I use my safeword to actually stop it from happening. I roll from my hands and knees onto my back, the waterproof blanket beneath me soaking wet.

With the vibrator still on my clit and my eyes pinched shut, I feel Daddy's hot piss hit my cheek. I feel it hit my hair, my forehead, my eyes. I feel him aim it directly at my mouth next. Without thought, my tongue slips out from between my lips, capturing the taste of him. It's foreign but not wholly unpleasant. I can't believe I just did that!

Daddy steps back and I sit up. I use my freehand to wipe the piss from my eyes, still clinging to my eyelashes. I pull myself back up into the chair, still holding the vibrator to my slutty cunt.

"What are you doing, baby?" Daddy asks me, sweetly.

"I'm masturbating," I answer back stupidly.

"Because I just pissed on your face? Used you as my own, personal toilet?"

"Yes, Daddy!" I gasp, my hips wiggling and squirming against the toy but my eyes not leaving his.

"Fucking stupid," Daddy mocks me. "What kind of girl gets off on having her face pissed on?"

"Me, Daddy!" I practically sob.

"Such a dumb cunt."

"Yes, Daddy!"

I cum for him then, while he watches me with eyes like a predator. As I'm cresting the highest peak of my mind-blowing orgasm, Daddy leans in and spits directly in my face. It only drives me higher.

"What kind of fucked up things am I going to have to do to you for you to finally feel shame? Huh?"

I don't have an answer for him. I don't truly know. I do feel shame. I just get off on it. I am sick in the head and I know it. Normal girls aren't like this. Normal girls don't want the things I want. Normal girls don't want their holes ruined or to swallow their boyfriend's piss. Fuck!

"Get back down here on your knees. It's time for me to fuck that disgusting, ruined asshole. Since you've been begging for it all night."

I, again, slide to my knees on the floor at his feet, turning off the vibrator to give my abused clit some much needed relief and discard the toy next to me on the floor. I don't say anything. I just look up at him, waiting.

He stands and walks into his closet, reemerging seconds later with the dildo gag in his hand and returns to his seat. He disconnects the snaps holding the dildo to the gag and fastens the gag around the back of my head, a large circle opening for my mouth where the dildo can be inserted. He loves the way it looks when I stick my tongue through the hole of this gag or when he fucks my face while I wear it. I know he does.

"Hands behind your back," Daddy says, voice deadly.

I comply, my left hand grabbing the wrist of my right and holding my arms securely at the base of my spine.

"In your mouth."

He doesn't make a single move to help me.. With my hands behind my back, I have to clumsily fumble with his cock, nuzzling it, trying to get it through the hole of the gag and into my mouth and it takes me a minute to get it.

I face fuck myself on his cock with my eyes upturned to his. His face is so loving as he looks down on me and it's in direct contrast to the mean words and harsh tone he's used with me all night. He's only been giving me what I want to make me happy. He knows what makes me cum.

"Do you know what's happening next, BabyGirl?"

Without pausing to take his dick out of my mouth, my words garbled around his cock and impeded by the gag, I say, "You're going to fuck my ass, Daddy?"

"Yes, baby. I'm going to fuck your ruined asshole," he leans in closer, "and then I'm going to take you into the bathroom and lean you over the toilet and piss all over your face all over again."

My eyes roll back into my head and I cum with his cock down my throat, without the assistance of the vibrator or my fingers, my pussy clenching down on nothing. I just cum from his words alone. He sees it and he smiles.

"Ah, fuck, baby. I'm gonna give you your new collar tonight, okay? But you're going to have to be a really big girl for me to earn it. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Daddy!" I sob around his cock.

My new collar?! Tonight?! I've been trying to earn this collar for weeks! It's been hanging there in the closet, teasing me, tempting me - the silver lettering of "Slave Trash" something I've been dreaming about having around my neck. I want that collar so fucking badly. I'm willing to do almost anything to get it.

With a growl, he pulls me off his dick, one fist in my hair. He slaps me across the face, the sharp sting barely registering in my blissed out state. He slaps me again. And again. The gag slips from my face and rests loosely around my throat.

I take each slap, my head lolling to the side dumbly, and thank him for each one afterwards. A feeling of euphoria so great overcomes me and a crazy grin splits my face wide. Daddy just chuckles darkly.

"On the fucking bed," he snarls, pushing me away from him.

I'm quick to again snatch up the vibrator from the floor, bringing it with me as I crawl up the bed. I rest on the pile of pillows, spreading my legs and bringing the vibrator to back to my clit as I watch Daddy down yet another drink.

I'm so close to cumming again, half crazy with need.

"So fucking desperate," Daddy says. "You've been cumming nonstop for, what, two hours now? Three?"

"Yes, Daddy," I moan shakily, not caring how slutty that makes me look, to be the kind of girl who wants to be abused for hours at a time, who can cum at the drop of the hat, cum hard, cum often, cum over and over. I am what I am.

I'm special.

"You're so disgusting, baby. Tell me you want me to shove a brick up your ruined slut cunt. Let me hear it."

I'd let him shove practically anything up my filthy slut cunt and I'd fucking thank him for that too.

"Shove a brick up my slut cunt, Daddy. Fuck me with anything you'd fucking like," I growl back at him.

He laughs, delighted.

He shifts his weight onto the bed and roughly shoves my shoulder, making me roll over for him, ass up in the air. Without a word, he shoves his cock into my asshole, without any lube or prep, sliding in easily because of the previous abuse from the monster plug I fucked myself with earlier. My back arches and a loud moan escapes my lips. I bring the vibrator back to my clit.

He fucks me hard, my face pressed deep into the mattress and I cum for him like a tsunami when he slaps my welted ass cheek, pain like fire licking up my body and igniting my nerve endings.

He pulls out of me then and shoves three fingers into my gaping asshole, fucking me hard and rough through another mind shattering orgasm before I collapse on the bed. I lay there panting. I can hear Daddy walk into the bathroom and clean his hands but I don't lift my head. I'm trembling all over.

My ass feels so empty but Daddy quickly remedies that when he walks up behind me, bringing something smooth and silicone to my asshole and instructs me to get back up on my knees. He slides another plug into my filthy, used channel, this one black and thick and long - the second largest plug that we have.

I'm grateful I don't have to voice this need to Daddy, this need to be full and stuffed all of the time. I sigh contentedly at the heavy mass and weight in my ass, stretching out languidly on the bed.

"Are you ready to earn your collar, baby?"

I turn my head at his words, facing him and resting my cheek on my hand.

Nervousness sparks and crackles through me. I know what's next. He already told me. Can I really do it, lean over a toilet and let him degrade me so fully? He's already pissed on my face, surely this can't be worse and more shameful than that?

I nod slowly, my eyes never leaving his.

"Yes, Daddy," I whisper.

"Come here, BabyGirl."

Daddy motions for me to sit on the edge of the bed. I do, the vibrator still clutched in one hand, like a lifeline, and the large plug in my ass pressing deeper in this position.

He secures the horse bit gag he produces from his left hand between my teeth and around the back of my head. He unfastens the discarded dildo gag around my throat, leaving the basic leather and fur collar that I've worn for the past two years during playtime still fastened in place, soaked in piss and tears.

He takes me by the hand, leading me into the bathroom to stand in front of the toilet.

"On your knees, baby."

I sink slowly onto my knees, and shakily bring my hands up to cup the toilet bowl as I lean over the toilet seat and rest my cheek on the lid, my eyes pinching shut. The gag in my mouth allows drool to leak from my lips and pool beneath my cheek.

"Such a fucking piss whore," Daddy rumbles as the first stream of piss hits the side of my cheek, the hot liquid going up my nose and running into the corners of my mouth and along my tongue. I try to spit the liquid out into the toilet but the gag prevents me from being able to do much. I whimper as another hot stream hits me in the side of my head soaking my hair.

The humiliation burns through me and I try and turn my head away.

"Don't you fucking hide your piss whore face from me!"

"Get in the fucking tub," Daddy snarls at me, pulling me up by my wet hair, and ripping the gag out of my mouth.

I scramble to do as he says, sitting down in the tub and bringing the vibrator to my clit.

"You're going to swallow my fucking piss, do you hear me?"

"Yes, Daddy!" I cry as I look up at him.

He's standing over me, one leg up, straddling me and the tub, his cock so close to my face.

"In your mouth," he demands sharply and I quickly comply.

I stay there, holding still, with just the tip of his cock between my lips, looking up at him with wide eyes through the mess of hair in my face. Am I really about to voluntarily swallow this man's urine?! Am I really, truly this disgusting and desperate a creature, wanting to worship this man in every depraved way that I can?

I don't have time to think about it. His piss is filling my mouth, overwhelming me. I spit some of it out, but instinctively, I swallow the small amount left, testing the waters, literally. The taste is not overpowering or particularly awful. I think Daddy really went out of his way to drink a lot of water the past few days with tonight's planned activities in mind. I'm grateful. It makes this easier, more palatable.

I open my mouth wide, sticking my tongue out, anticipating the next mouthful of my Daddy's filthy hot piss. I swallow some of this mouthful as well, after spitting out most of it down onto my tits.

"Such a good fucking slut," Daddy praises me. " How does it feel going down in your little tummy?"

"Hot," I answer seductively before sticking my tongue out to accept more.

When Daddy's sure that I've swallowed enough of his piss to make myself worthy enough for my new collar, he empties himself on my face aiming hot streams of piss at my closed eyes.

I blink my eyes open and move to catch the last few drops, savoring the light taste on my tongue.

Daddy leans back, looking down at me, a little pride shining in his eyes.

"Shower quickly, baby. Get yourself all clean."

He helps me stand on shaky legs before reaching up to unfasten the collar around my throat. I turn on the shower, letting it warm before I step under.

My mind is reeling. It wants to go in a million directions at once.

He doesn't leave the bathroom, doesn't leave my side. He watches me wash my hair and condition it, wash my face, wash my body. He watches me pull the large plug from my asshole and wash both it and my asshole thoroughly. He reaches in to play with my nipples. He's there when I'm finished, wrapping me in a towel and drying off my sensitive skin.

I'm exhausted. I feel like I've run a marathon. My body is used and sore, my eyelids heavy. My feet drag behind me as he guides me from the bathroom back into the bedroom. Wordlessly, he guides me to my knees before walking into this closet and coming back out, my shiny new collar in tow.

He stands before me, towering above me.

"You've still got a lot to learn, baby. You may have earned this collar by being nothing but trash tonight but you need to work on the slave part."

I bow my head.

He's right. I'm not good at high protocol. I forget what I should be doing or saying most of the time. I talk back too much.

"Yes, my Daddy," I whisper. "I will."

Daddy reaches out and pats my head like I'm a small child.

"It's okay, baby. You'll get there."

Then he's bending at the waist to secure the heavy large collar around my neck. My nipples feel tight and my breasts feel heavy. I feel different. More alive, more beautiful, more cherished. This collar feels right.

Daddy kisses me then and I kiss him sweetly back.

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I fell asleep fitfully while wearing the collar and it's the first thing I notice when my eyes flutter open the next morning. Daddy's still sleeping. I look at his handsome face for a moment, so close to mine. He takes my fucking breath away. Gently, I smooth a strand of long blonde hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear. My heart hurts with how much I love this man.

I quietly rise from the bed, unfastening the collar and drawing a silk robe around my shoulders. I tip-toe out of the room, silently shutting the door behind me, and go into the bathroom, starting the tap and drawing myself a bath.

I luxuriate in the bath for over an hour, replaying the events of last night over and over in my mind. My sore body slowly relaxes and by the time I get out, my muscles feel like liquid, warm and fluid.

As I walk back into the bedroom, Daddy's eyes crack open.

"Where have you been, pretty girl?"

I blush a little.

"In the bath, Daddy," I answer shyly.

"Come here," he says rolling over onto his back, his cock already hard and at full attention. "Come ride my dick."

I untie the robe at my waist and let it fall to the floor, stepping forward to crawl up the bed and straddle Daddy's big legs, grabbing his cock in one hand and lowering myself onto it slowly.

"Good girl," Daddy breathes out, his voice gravelly, as his hands travel up my thighs and squeeze.

I ride his cock, my hips rocking back and forth, my hands on his chest for support. He feels so fucking good inside me. My tits are hanging in his face, swaying gently with my movement, so close to his mouth.

"Please, Daddy," I sigh. "I want you to mark me so that every time I look in the mirror I am reminded of you."

I bring my tits closer to his face indicating what I'm after.

Daddy doesn't give me what I want.

"A mark, huh?" he says, eyes glinting.

I shudder at his words. I need to be more clear about what I want because just asking for a mark could be asking for any kind of mark - from a bite or a whip or a paddle.

"A hickey, Daddy!" I say rather quickly.

He still doesn't give me what I'm after though.

"Please!" I beg but he still doesn't move.

I'm beyond frustrated and a little indignant. I should be able to ask for what I need, right?

"Daddy?" I implore.

"I know what you're after, BabyGirl," he growls at me.

I'm embarrassed by his rejection, feeling exposed and vulnerable and it's uncomfortable. I go to move off of him but he doesn't let me. He holds me in place with one hand in my hair and one wrapped around my throat.

"What are you good for?" he asks me roughly.

I know the answer to this.

"For sucking your cock, Daddy," I answer meekly.

"And what else?"

"Nothing, Daddy." I say as I hang my head in shame.

Tears begin to fall. I'm not in the headspace for this. Shame at my actions last night overwhelms me, the last hour spent going over them in my mind not helping, and instead of being empowered by it, today I am crippled by it.

"What happens if you stop doing your job, baby?" he asks.

I feel like my heart is breaking because I know the answer to that too.

"You'll leave me, Daddy," I sob, my shoulders shaking.

"That's right, baby," he answers coolly and I can't fucking take it.

I'm crying in earnest now. I don't want this man to ever leave me. I don't want to ever stop sucking his cock either so it's truly a non-issue but I'm not in the logical headspace to identify this for what it is right now. He thinks we're still playing but I'm not playing about this. I hate hearing those words from his mouth, that he'll leave me.

I can't separate my thoughts and feelings in my head and I'm overwhelmed and almost angry at him for saying them. I don't even consider saying a safeword because in this current headspace that I'm in, I think that I deserve this. Every single insecurity rises up in me, thoughts swirl violently in my head and I've convinced myself that I truly am disgusting and unworthy of love - that who I am is not enough.

Tears spill from my eyes. When Daddy reaches up to pinch my nipples, I fight his hands away, pushing him off me and flopping down onto the bed with my hands covering my eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey," Daddy whispers, his arms coming around me and bringing me to his chest. He lets me cry and he doesn't make me talk before I'm ready, just strokes my hair. I've been with this man for two years, two very happy years. I still struggle with using my words around him when I'm vulnerable like this, I still struggle with believing I'm safe - a fucked up past will do that to you.

"Let me hear your words," Daddy says into my hair.

Almost robotically, I answer him.

"I'm a dumb cunt. I'm a slobbery dick hog. I'm a used up and worn out slut."

"Good girl." Daddy's arm tightens around me in a tight squeeze. "I have some new words I want you to learn."

He shifts us both and settles himself on top of me and between my legs, his hands cradling my head as he supports himself on his elbows. His eyes bore into mine, his lips just inches away.

"I want to hear you say: I am wanted. I am needed. I am special."

The words feel heavy on my tongue as I parrot them back to him.

"Again," he growls, reaching between us to position himself at my entrance and thrust in roughly.

"I am wanted. I am needed. I am special." I say on a labored exhale.

"Again."

"I am wanted. I am needed. I am special."

He makes me say it over and over again as he continues to thrust, bending his head to take the flesh of my right breast into his mouth and sucking hard while he does.

I come apart for him, shattering into a million pieces while his mouth gives me exactly what I had begged him for.

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After we made love and got dressed, Daddy danced with me in our bedroom to "The Promise" by Sturgill Simpon. I usually hate country music but the sweet words flowed over me, mending my broken heart further. Daddy whispered sweet nothings into my ear, promising to never leave me as we slowly turned around the room.

As the song ended, Daddy took my head in his hands and licked my entire face, making me laugh, while he said something about being so obsessed with me he just couldn't help it.

He made me an elaborate breakfast - bacon, sausage, eggs, fruit, english muffins, hash browns, cinnamon rolls, coffee. Later, he made me suck his toes on the couch in front of our large living room window, not caring if the neighbors could see.

Hours later we ended up back in bed, laying on our sides as I sucked his cock, a vibrator on my clit, as he made me watch videos he'd taken of me last night swallowing his piss.

I cum apart, choking on his cock and Daddy's not far behind me. Instead of letting me swallow it, like I would like, he pulls out at the last second and cums directly in my face, getting all over my eyes and cheeks and nose. Last night he did promise to cover my face in tears, then spit, then piss, then cum, I should have expected it.

Sometimes cum is hard for me texturally. If it's in my mouth, I can swallow it, but if it lands somewhere else and I have to lick it up, I have a harder time with it. Daddy must feel like he's pushed me enough in the past 24 hours that he doesn't make me scoop it up and lick it off my fingers. He allows me to, instead, scoop it off my face and smear it into my little slut cunt.

He tosses me a towel to finish cleaning up. When I'm finished, my heart sinks again a little with the realization that our time is coming to an end. Daddy was only able to be here for the weekend. It's time to take him back to his truck and for him to drive away for another few weeks. I hate this part of his job. Don't get me wrong, being fucked ten ways to Sunday by a tattooed, blue collar man is the only thing I've ever truly wanted but it means that he's away often.

Thirty minutes later I'm standing in his arms in front of his large semi truck cab, kissing him goodbye, as he squeezes my ass.

"I love you, Daddy," I whisper against his lips.

"I love you too, baby."

He kisses me once more, deeply.

"I'll be back before you know it," he growls into my mouth, "and you can earn the other title on your collar."

I melt into his body and I smile up at him.

"Yes, Daddy."

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