TV Breaks

I love when we get to watch movies together. Life's always so busy; I'm glad we get to do this.

Unfortunately, Netflix on my phone has spoiled me, and now I despise commercials. It's the third one in less than an hour! So annoying!! I'm complaining out loud every time one comes up.

"I can't believe there are so many ads in this little time! I'm so boreedddd!"

My head is dangling upside-down from the couch cushion, my legs over the backrest, feet in the air. While you're sat next to me, man spreading, of course; but I don't mind because your knee is touching me and I enjoy every bit of contact I get from you.

"Daddy, I can't do it anymore! Let's just watch it on my phone. I don't even want to buy that mop or go to that restaurant, and why, why are they always the same ones!?!"

"Darling, stop complaining. You have to learn the beautiful virtue of patience. You don't have one speck of it." You say calmly, but there's a little annoyance in your voice, and I'm going to make it a problem.

"Daddy.

Daddy.

Daddy, can we do something else?" And I see you starting to roll your eyes.

"Daddy, let's go play a game." And I'm standing in front of you and in front of the TV.

"Daddy, come on!!"

"Darling, you're starting to piss me off. Sit down. I want to see how this movie ends, and you picked in the first place. We can't always give in to your ADHD; that would be the third movie that we don't finish in a row. Can you do that, babygirl?"

Fine, I'll sit. This time. But... After 10 minutes a new commercial starts.

"I cannot believe it!! They're doing this on purpose. I say we riot. We should go get ice cream." I say, patting myself on the back mentally.

"Yes, darling. We can do that, but after the movie ends. Patience." Your voice is stern now, and my composure stumbles for a moment (just for moment, though).

"No! Now!"

I scream at you and go sit in front of the TV. My arms crossed under my boobs, pouting and mumbling.

"Then we'll do something, but not ice cream yet.

Stay there." You got your serious voice, and I freeze.

I see you walking towards the bedroom, and I'm quite annoyed that you're leaving me here.

"Daddy, move!! I'm so bored! I want ice cream, right now!"

Something you deeply hate is me screaming to you from other rooms; you always want me to be good and poised. But I really want you to come back.

Your steps are heavy and slow, deliberate. Your breath is ragged, your eyes shooting straight at me. A shiver follows down my spine; could be excitement, could be fear.

In the smallest voice I say, "I changed my mind; let's finish the movie."

"That's right, you naughty girl. Let's finish the movie, but let's finish it in peace."

You raise your hand, holding up a gag and a rope.

"Open that pretty little hole of yours, darling.

Let's see how good you are at complaining while your mouth is watering and closed around this ball." You're walking to the back of the couch, circling me like I'm prey.

I shake my head no and press my lips together; I don't want to make it easy for you. Furthermore, the gag is so annoying to wear for a long period of time; I don't want it. It makes me drool and ruins all my pretty T-shirts.

"For fuck sake!" You're quite stressed, trying to catch me.

Your other hand grabs my throat strongly; your digits pressing into the sensitive skin of my neck. My eyes are staring into your pupils; I'm momentarily hypnotized by their beauty.

"Aw, look at my little cutie, finally coming back to your senses. Good job! Now, say 'thank you, daddy, for shutting me up'.

"Ffmmpf - ngyoo!" My words are more distorted sounds rather than proper language. But I'm pretty sure you understood, since your hand shot out to grab my arm... just before I bolted.

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I'm waiting for you, locked in our bedroom, but I don't hear anything. I quite enjoy the chase, the thrill... But not the waiting.

Not breath, not footsteps; I can hear nothing. I'm pacing.

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After a while, I get out and stomp back to the hecking living room.

He's sat on the sofa! Exactly as he was before, his head slowly turns toward me.

The end credits are rolling. I'm mumbling a whole incoherent speech with saliva pooling on my crossed arms; my foot occasionally thumping.

"Good, are you done?"

You know, damn well, that I can't answer properly.

"Then sit, pet.

You point to the armchair in the corner of the room.

"Properly." You, fairly, specify, since I'm always slouching and that's not what a pretty girl does. At least, that's what you say.

I reluctantly walk over to the seat, quite tired of my own antics and sit down. I look up at you, who's slowly walking closer and closer.

I feel you securing my ankles and wrists to the armchair; you were ready for this. My torso is also being tied to the backrest. One tight rope under my tits, and one over them; my T-shirt scrunched up under the knots, slightly wet from the mixture of saliva and sweat.

Then, you take away my sight with our soft mask and my hearing with your gaming headphones. I panic and pull against the restraints, screaming in the gag.

You lift one of the earpieces and talk to me in a deep voice.

"This is what is going to happen. Today's lesson is 'patience'."

You're tracing one finger all over my skin, not even fully touching me.

"Since you have demonstrated that you have no patience at all, we're going to help you build it, baby.

This is training; the punishment for being a brat will come later. Because you don't talk that way to Daddy, right? Aw, no you don't, pet."

You're petting my head, as if I were a puppy. I can't help but lean into the touch. I want more.

"Oh, you poor thing... Desperate for Daddy's touch. You have to concentrate, baby; listen.

So this is how it is going to work: For thirty minutes, you'll be my pretty doll here in the corner. Every complaint, every pull, every sound will add 4 minutes to the timer. There's a little bell near your left foot for safe wording, kick it and I'll be here in one second.

This is for you, babygirl. Daddy's knows best, right? Yes, indeed. Good girl."

You reposition the headphones and give me a kiss on the forehead. I breathe and get ready for the torture.