Vicky Pt. 01 - Exploration

Vicky, part 1 - Exploration

This story is a transcription of an actual message conversation between me and Vicky. Editing has been made to tell the story from Vicky's perspective.

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He asks me to stand in the middle of the room. His footsteps move in a circle around me, then stop behind my back.

"Keep your eyes forward."

His hands settle on my shoulders, and I feel the warmth of his skin against mine. They are big, and feel heavy on my bare skin. He lets them travel slowly down my arms. The caress is tender, but I can feel the firmness with which he follows the shape of my body. As his palms cross the back of my hands it feels as if they encompass them completely. A chill goes through me when his fingers touch mine. They are soft and gentle - probably a sign of him playing the piano. As he lets his caress turn upwards again, all I feel are his fingertips. Blood rushes up my body, and I blush. I'm embarrassed over how quickly he got me to this point. His fingers slide into my hair.

"I'm getting to know your body," he says. His voice sounds deep in the silence. Determined. "Getting to know MY body."

He gathers a handful of hair and gives it a small tug. My head tilts back. His voice comes close to my ear, reminding me to keep looking forward. A moan escapes me.

"You're really making me wet."

"Shush. Control yourself."

He keeps his grip on my hair while his other hand moves over my clothes. The fabric presses against my back, my side, my stomach, as he feels his way around my curves. His hand pauses at my hip, but his fingertips trace the waistline of my jeans.

"Tell me how it feels," he says softly. "Tell me how my hands feel on your body."

"It feels good. I want more."

"I want you to remember this feeling."

His fingers slip beneath the waistline and find the fabric of my panties.

"Close your eyes."

I do. He lets go of my hair with a small push. A few strands fall across my face as my neck bends forward. Then my top begins to lift. I raise my arms, expecting him to pull it off, but the fabric stops above my head. It shifts against my wrists, tightens, and holds my arms together. When I move them, something overhead holds the top in place.

His hands return to my skin. They slide down my raised arms, and I can feel the warmth building beneath them.

"Just touch me, please." My mouth is faster than my brain. Dammit.

His lips touch my neck, soft and brief.

"Your body is beautiful," he says. "I can see you take good care of yourself."

He presses his body against my back. He is warm; the air against the rest of my skin suddenly feels cold in comparison. His hands move down to my hips and close around them.

"I'm glad you wore the jeans I told you to. They make your butt look great."

His weight shifts away. I hear him move to my side. The slap lands through the tight denim, sharp enough to make me gasp.

He laughs. "You like that, huh?"

His footsteps bring him in front of me. His hands find the button of my jeans.

"What did you say earlier?" I almost jump at the voice in front of me, sounding much more powerful and intimidating now.

"For you to touch me?"

"That's not how you said it."

"Touch me, pleeease."

"No self-control. We will have to work on that." I can't tell if he's excited yet.

The button comes loose beneath his fingers. I make another sound as he lowers the zipper.

"However, I do like it when you beg." Yesss, I can do that.

"Pleeease."

He moves behind me again. One hand slips inside my jeans, over my panties.

"I want to hear you say, 'Please, Daddy.'"

His hand gives me a soft slap over the fabric.

"Please, Daddy, touch me. Feel how wet I am."

He slaps me again, harder this time. The sting feels amazing. I feel his other hand caress my stomach, up over my ribs and my chest, until he reaches around and lets it find my throat. I told him I like that. I arch my back a little as he tightens the grip. I can feel my feet lighten slightly, as he holds me aloft. I keep my eyes closed, but can almost feel his eyes upon me from above.

His fingers give my pussy another light slap, barely missing my clit. His hand begins to move again, and feel my heartbeat hasten as I realise where he is heading. His fingers bend, and slide beneath my panties. At last, they glide slowly over my clit. It would have been frustratingly light, but I don't even care. He's there.

"Mmm. Thank you."

"Thank you, what?"

"Thank you, Daddy."

Two fingers slide inside me. His hold tightens: my wrists fixed above me, his hand at my throat, his chest against my back. I can't move in any direction, but my body tries to anyway. He stays still for a few seconds. Then a few more. A shiver runs through me.

He withdraws his fingers and lets them slide up on either side of my clit.

"I love to feel your body squirm in my embrace."

His hand leaves my jeans. I catch my own scent as he brings his fingers to his mouth. When he speaks again, his voice is close to my ear.

"The amount of constraint I have to amass in order not to have my way with you right now." He touches his fingers to my lips. "Taste yourself for me. Suck them like you would suck my cock."

I draw his fingers into my mouth and use my tongue to lick them clean. I really want to show him that my practice has paid off. I try to open the back of my mouth as I suck them further in, letting the tip of my tongue swirl around the gap on the underside between his fingers. Just as the videos I watched.

"That's my girl."

He lets me continue, moving his fingers slowly in and out. Each time they reach a little farther, testing my limits. I feel my body heave as I'm starting to gag. Fuck, I haven't practiced enough yet.

"I'm going to leave you like this, this time," he says. NOO! "As I said at the start, I want you to remember this feeling. Subjugation. Feeling like you'll do whatever it takes to feel my hands on your body, my fingers inside."

"No, please..."

"You will use the feeling to be the best you can be. For daddy. Be a good girl, Vicky, and the next time you will be rewarded with more."

His grip around my throat loosens. My body collapses as he takes a step away. The tension is too much, but I know he will not relent and let me have more. As he lifts down my arms and carries me to the bed I suddenly feel very tired and almost start to sob. I will get to sleep in his arms tonight. Safe. Loved. Embraced.