A New Playroom

She sits crossed legged. So cute in her panties. A vision in pigtails and pink nails. The pad and paper laid out on the matt before her. Paci by her side. She frowns. “Daddy,” she says, and she stares up at me like I am the universe. “I can’t remember what to write.”

Out of this room she is brilliant. She is multitudes. My pretty polymath. A puzzle others are desperate to solve. But now? Here? Here she is a vessel. A space to hold my love and my desire. And it’s magic that she can contain so much. She’s a Tardis in a ‘Fuck me Daddy’ T-Shirt.

She’s not there yet though. Little space a little out of reach. She needs to feel different. Her day was complex. Tonight need’s to be simple. The instructions? She was to write out her rules. Her little manifesto. The commandments Daddy gave her back when the world was smaller.

She puts down the sharpie and stands up. A delicate thing. Almost floating. Her weight held in her eyes. She walks to the chair where I sit, nuzzles ass first into my lap, purrs at my neck, eyes fixed on mine. “Daddy” she’s says, “Will you test me?”

“Rule number 4?” I say. “I don’t know,” she pouts back, so I slide my hand up to her tits, and pinch her nipple hard. “Rule number 4?” I repeat as she winches and says “I will always be shaved and smooth and ready for use by my Daddy.” I unclasp her nipple and move my hand down.

I trace a finger over her clit on the outside of her panties. Softly, and so slowly, as if she might stop me if my moves are too sudden. As if she might say ‘no’. I run my finger down the length of her slit, hooking it under the material as I go. Rough fingers against wet skin.

As I trace the edge of her little lips I say “Rule number 6?” and it frustrates her. “I don’t kn…” she goes to say, but before she can finish I bend her over my knee and spank her ass hard. She yelps and shouts, “I will make Daddy proud when he sends others to use me.”

I rip down her panties. “Rule number 5″ I say and I spank harder as she cries “I am a three hole use toy for Daddy. I will practise taking Daddy’s cock in all my holes with ease.” I move a finger down from the dimples at the bottom of her back, all the way to her asshole.

As I push the tip of my finger past the rim of her special little hole, and feel it release and then tighten, I say “Rule number 3?” She shakes her head – so I lay her down on the mat. / I pick up her Paci. I rub it casually over her clit and down through the folds of her pussy.

“Rule number 3?” I repeat and with one hand I pinch the hood of her clit while I pop the Paci gently inside her tiny hole. She smiles as she grimaces and says “When I require oral comfort I shall inform Him by kneeling and saying ‘Please may I use your cock Daddy?’’’

I release the pressure on the hood of her clit and start to rub her button instead. “Rule number 2?” I say and she doesn’t hesitate. “My orgasms belong to Daddy….” I start to rub harder. “I will always ask my Daddy for permission to cum.” I rub in circles. Firm – with purpose.

Her pussy starts to flood. “Please” she whispers, and I give her cunt a spank. “Pardon?” I say and I can hear the sound of her release building just below her heart. “Please Daddy – please may I cum?” “Yes” I say, as she lets out that cry, along with her cum, soaking my fingers.

She shifts quickly into my lap – shaking and empty. I place the Paci in her mouth as her cheek rests against my cock – hard beneath my suit. And she’s there, where she needs to be. And it’s simple. And it’s only the start. The start of tonight. The start of the world.

Because I have a manifesto too: I will remind you of those first flushes of excitement, felt in those fresh fumbles. I’ll make you giddy with expectation, but with a touch that is assured. Your pleasure will be an inevitability.

And if that excitement came with confusion or trauma or pain – I will make you feel that stinging pleasure from a place of safety. I’ll warm you with dark nostalgia. And you’ll know you will always be safe. You will always have purpose. You will always belong.

She looks up at me and the Paci falls to the floor as she opens her mouth. “Please may I use your cock Daddy?” She smiles and I throb at the request. I take out my cock – thick with need – and she puts it in her mouth – straining to make it fit – but eager to suckle on the tip.

She barely moves her mouth as she gently sucks out comfort. She is deep in little space now. “Princess?” I say and she stops sucking and uses her hands instead – toying with my cock – stroking it like a favourite stuffie. “What is rule number…1?” I say.

“I don’t know.” she gulps. “I can’t remember.” But then she grins. “You promise you don’t remember?” I say, and her grin gets wider.
“I will not lie to my Daddy.” She says. She knew that one. She knew every one, off by heart and inside out.

She often said “I don’t know”. It wasn’t a lie, so much as a pose. And I love her poses. Sometimes she says she has forgotten her little manifesto because she wants punishment. But tonight she just wanted to feel like they were new again.

Her hands tighten around the head of my cock – gliding smoothly as her spit coats its head. She stares into my eyes – like she is the universe. “Please love me Daddy” she says. And I do. And I cum. And she’s mine.

Baby girl and kitten are best of friends. They keep each other company when their Daddy is working. They keep each other wet for when their Daddy is ready to use them. They hold each others hands when I wish to do things that will hurt them.

Baby girl loves it when I allow her to let kitten out of her cage in the morning, so we can use her together. Kitten loves to lick my cream from baby girls pussy. Baby girl loves to cuddle kitten as I fuck her. Kitten loves to wake baby girl up from a nap with kitty licks.

Kitten loves baby and baby loves kitten and I love them both. I love them for loving me. I love them for loving each other. We make each others worlds twice as big. We show that world, that love is not finite, and that jealousy is a cultural quirk, not an inevitability.

For they are exceptional. Outliers in a world of the mean and the medium. But… there is something that causes arguments and sparks jealousy. You see, my care and love and understanding has no limits, but I can only cum so many times. They are both so greedy for Daddy’s cum.

But I have an idea. I tell them they are to make themselves ready for playtime with company. That means cute makeup and collars and smooth pussies already on show. I make arrangements as they prepare each other and then wait in their dressing room as instructed.

When I am set I go to inspect them. Kitten is wetting my baby girls pussy. Baby girl is opening up my kittens holes. I tell them to stand – preparing for their instructions. I check their holes myself. I feel how smooth and wet and open they are. They are ready and it pleases me.

As I tell them what is about to happen, I have them stick out their tongues, to show me that they are ready to listen and concentrate. I love their words – but they are to be quiet right now. Quiet and alert, tongues dripping with an eagerness to learn and understand.

“There is to be a contest.” I say, “I have invited company. I have invited a lot of company. The play room is full with guests. In a moment I will lead you through to them. You will kneel in the centre of the room. My guests have my permission to do as they wish with you.”

And then I tell them the rules. And as I explain I join their collars with a metre long chain. “Whichever of you ends up the messiest, whichever of you ends up covered in the most cum, will be the winner. Would you like to know what the prize is?”

Baby girl and kitten nod eagerly – their tongues still poking out – spit drooling onto their tits. Their eyes are wide. They are such needy little sluts when it comes to treats. “The winner gets all of Daddy’s cum for a month, to do with as they wish.” Both my girls smile.

They share a look. They try to hide their need from each other. They try not to reveal how hard they intend to compete, hoping that might give them a head start. But it’s futile. They know how much each other craves their Daddy’s cum. They know the contest will be desperate.

I take hold of the chain and lead them through to the play room. Dozens and dozens of guests await them – already naked – already hard. They have always coveted my girls. They are props in this contest – not contenders – but as they see my babies kneel, they all feel like winners.

The first guest steps forward and gives each a suck of his cock. They lick it eagerly – holding onto it for as long as they can – wrestling it out of each others mouths with their hands when they see the opportunity. They grab at it, lap at it.

When he cums he shares it between kittens mouth and babies tits.
It drips from them – fresh and thick and white. Baby goes to scoop it from kittens mouth as kitten nibbles her fingers playfully. So far it is a draw – but there is so much still in store. Two more step forward.

One wipes the previous guests cum across their faces with his cock. The other starts to fuck kittens mouth. It doesn’t take long. They take a load each. White mess covers each of their foreheads and drips down over their faces, like a slow running waterfall.

More step up. The girls are getting messy now. Load after load of cum covers them – dripping down the length of their bodies – making them glisten – painting them in need and conquest. Each brings a mixture joy and jealousy – and an expression of victory or desperation.

I decide to make things a bit more interesting. “I have a tip for you both” I say. “To end up the messiest – you don’t just need to take as much cum as you can – you must try and clean your rival where possible. But you must not use your hands – only your tongues.”

A guest shoots cum directly into baby’s mouth and kitten takes the opportunity to dart her tongue inside, drinking it from her, denying her the advantage as it starts to drip from her lips. Pleased at the speed with which she responded to my tip, kitten pushes baby to the floor.

Kitten laps at her, licking thick drops of cum from her face and tits. Baby struggles but is relieved when more guests stand over her, covering her with more cum than kitten can consume. Kitten attempts to continue to clean her whilst grabbing another cock to stroke.

Baby is drunk from cum but tries to push up and lick at kitten’s skin. Neither can choose between eating and receiving, as kitten starts to regret placing herself on top of baby. Gravity starts to do baby’s work for her, as load after load drops from kittens body and onto hers.

When all is done, that proves to be kitten’s undoing. She had lapped at baby do greedily, but as fast as she could clean baby’s skin, more dripped down from her body, raining onto babies face and tits, rolling down her stomach and onto her pussy.

It was close.

Kitten had done her Daddy proud.

But the winner was baby.

Our guests leave and I lead my girls to get cleaned up. I wash them tenderly and take them to bed. Kitten is to watch from her cage as baby girl gets the first instalment of her prize. I fuck baby slowly, as kitten rubs her needy cunt from behind the bars, aching for each stroke.

I feel my cum building, as if held half way up my shaft, ready to be emptied inside my baby girl anytime I decide. “Please Daddy” she begs, “I need it in my mouth.”
I smile as I pull out of her cunt, my cock wet, sticky. It’s her prize. She can unwrap it wherever she wishes.

She kneels before me. I look to kitten – and then down at my baby girl. Baby girls eyes fill up with greedy joy as kitten’s fill up with needy tears. Baby girl closes her lips around the head of my cock as I cum – and cum – and cum. She holds it in her mouth, grinning happily.

She looks to kitten as a little cum drips from the corner of her mouth and down onto her chin. She scoops it back in so as not to waste a drop. I can see in her eyes she’s confused for a moment – uncertain. “It’s your prize” I say, “You can do with it as you wish.”

Baby girl goes to the cage and unlocks it. As she leads kitten out on her hands and knees, she grabs kitten’s bowl from just inside. Kneeling next to her, she dribbles my cum into the bowl, and taking kitten by the collar, she motions for them both to drink together.

That’s how it was for as long as baby girls prize lasted. Baby shared each load. They worked for each together – and they shared each as lovers. Each time was bliss for us all. Never again did they argue over my cum.

We know what we need.

We know what to provide.

THE END

My lil girl can’t make choices. What if she regrets her decision? What if she misses out on something better? What if she gets it WRONG. What to wear? Who to meet? Where she’d like to be fucked and where to take Daddy’s cum?

She likes Daddy to choose. But I won’t always choose. My lil girl needs to grow. And todays choice is: Kitty or David? Because today is a very special occasion and I promised her a gift.

Lil girl’s favourite gift is having me watch her get fucked. She wants to tell me how a new pussy feels around her fingers. She wants to look into my eyes when she cums on a new cock. That way she doesn’t have to decide between safety and adventure.

“Which one shall I call?” I asked. But she couldn’t decide. I’ve fucked Kitty a couple of times. One was on a night when my lil girl couldn’t decide if she wanted to keep me home to play with my cock at bath time – or see her friends.

I told her “Go be with your friends – there’s plenty of time for Daddy later”. She told me okay – but only if I go find someone to fuck so I can tell her about it when I tuck her into bed. The second time was the night when my lil girl couldn’t decide between screwing a professor friend I’d introduced her to – or her fuck buddy who likes to play with her feet. She got the professor and I got Kitty.

And David? David was young and pretty and skinny and uncomplicated. A surfer too far from the sea. He owed me a favour. At the club I’d helped his girl get started with anal, rope-play, and forced stimulation, and he has always been grateful.

Kitty’s body is soft and she takes instruction well. I could direct her to play with my lil girls pussy properly. I could have her fuck my lil girls asshole with a toy and not hold back out of concern. I could make Kitty understand my lil girl wants to feel it stretch and sting.

David would be an athlete of fucking. He would fuck her hard and for a long time and cum whenever she wanted. He wouldn’t be creative. He wouldn’t make her feel anything new. But she could look at his face while he fucks her with his young, thick, flawless cock and get the rush that comes from the way some people look.

She could pretend they were school crushes falling in love over a meal of skin and spit and cum. “Please Daddy – please – you decide”. She would not decide. She could not decide.

At first I refused to decide for her and considered giving her a whipping for her whining. But this was a very special day. So I relented and picked up the phone. At least this way I could keep the identity of her playmate a surprise.

I prepared her. Bathed her and dressed her. I tied her down and made her slick and opened her up just a little. And then the doorbell rang. I left her to a last few moments of not knowing who was about to be inside her. And then I returned – and I sat down – as Kitty entered.

My lil girl looked at Kitty, excited and disappointed all at once. I knew what she was thinking. ’Such a good choice – but what if the other path was rosier?’.

But as Kitty pulled my lil girls panties to the side – making their first touch her tongue on my lil girls pussy just as I had instructed, David walked in to join them. Daddy can’t help but spoil his lil girl. So I sat. I watched her fuck and fall in love for a few hours. I watched as they played with her and teased her and hurt her. And it was blissful looking into her eyes as they did.

Because really there’s no need to worry about what you choose when you know your Daddy will give you everything eventually. Sometimes her desires are postponed, teased out, delayed – but they will never go unfulfilled. Not now.

Not now she’s found her Daddy. And while her head is filled with an itchy doubt whenever faced with a choice – her heart knows. It knew the very first time the tip of my finger touched her cheek and I said “You’re a very good lil girl”.

It knew then that no need would ever go unsatisfied – as long she gave me control over when.

As I put her in the shower and made her mine again, my lil girl said how glad she was that this morning her Daddy had been so taken by the way the sunlight through the window hit her pretty tits as she breathed, that he’d declared the day a very special occasion.

We stand in the hallway. I smooth her hair and lift her chin. She is shaking. Members of the faculty pass by – staring at her as they go. They’re not staring because she’s beautiful, though they could walk these halls for years and never see another so perfect.

They’re not staring because of the affectionate way I’m petting her cheek. And they’re not staring because of the collar she is wearing, tight around her throat. I think they’re staring because the collar is all she is wearing. And maybe because I have two fingers in her cunt.

I tell her to take a deep breath. I tell her that she is ready. I remind her not to disappoint me. She goes to look to the floor again, but I keep her chin up and turn her head towards the door of the lecture hall and the sign placed on it: “TODAY’S LECTURE: HOW TO USE A FUCKTOY.”

The hall is full. A hundred pairs of eyes on her as I lead her to my desk and lay her down, strapping her hands above her head and her legs open – exposing her whore cunt to my students. There’s a rapt silence. Then I pick up my cane and turn on the camera.

The large screen above my desk is filled with her pussy and asshole now. She cannot hide a single atom. She can not hide how soaked she is. She cannot hide her fear.

“Introduce yourself” I say – and she mumbles a reply. So I cane her pussy and the class laughs. “Introduce yourself” I say again. “I am fucktoy” she says meekly. I cane her pussy once more and she screams out. There is more laughter and some girls on the front row flinch at the sound of wood brought down hard on skin. “Introduce yourself” I say one last time…

“I AM FUCKTOY” she screams this time. There is applause, and some cheers, and I kiss her to show my gratitude. “Fucktoy,” I say, “They’re all going to watch as I fill you. They’re all going to watch as I hurt you. And once I’m satisfied – I’m going to watch as they fuck you.”

Tears fill her eyes. She trembles. The air is thick now, with the smell of fear and cunt. I invite the girls who flinched up onto the stage. I give them instructions to keep my fucktoys holes wet. I cane my toys cunt some more as I tell the girls they are to use their spit.

“Can you see what everyone is doing?” I whisper to my toy as my spit sluts wet her holes. She nods excitedly as she watches her audience touch themselves. “Pardon?” I say as I start to cane her tits for not using her words. “I’m sorry sir” she says. “I can see. I can see.”

She’s wet enough now and her agony has me hard. I position myself between her legs and tell my sluts to see to her raw red tits. I take out my cock and start to rub it up her slit. I use the head to push juice from her cunt up to her clit. She smiles. She waits for some relief.

She wants it in her pussy. Instead I insert my cock into her ass all at once. That first ‘pop’, as the head of my cock pushes past her tight rim, is too quickly followed by a deep merciless thrust, and she yelps in surprise. The applause gets louder. So does the laughter.

My sluts pinch her tits and squeeze her throat. Her pussy floods onto my cock as I fuck her ass deep. The camera catches every stroke. It doesn’t take me long to cum. I’d hold off – but this is only the aperitif. I keep just the tip inside as I cum, her contracting rim milking my head.

As I pull out, the cum leaks from her pretty used up hole and onto the desk. My sluts fight eagerly to eat it from her ass as I go to sit by my fucktoys head. “Are you ready?” I say, and I lift her up a little as she nods it. They form a line. “Don’t disappoint me.” I say.

Her breathing becomes faster as the first boys steps up. They fumble at her tits and at her pussy. One puts his cock up to her cunt and pushes it in awkwardly – too shy to acknowledge the person the hole is attached to. He fucks for just moments before he cums.

The class look to the screen and cheer. My toy’s expression is a painting. Excitement and shame. Joy and disgust. I smiled. It’s what she needed. Then I smack her tits hard, stick my fingers in her mouth, and shout for the next to step forward.

More and more gather round now. Cocks shoved into her hand – stuffed into her mouth – forced into her pussy and ass. The sluts keep her wet. The boys keep her full. I keep her safe. She is fucked drunk. Each cock takes another piece of her away until she is mindless.

She struggles to keep her eyes open. To see is too much. She can’t remember what it is like to not be cumming. She has to fix on the feeling. She fears losing it will mean losing herself. They fuck her and fill her and if they stop, does she even exist?

One by one they cum, as my sluts toy with her tits and spit on her holes. Load after load covers her and runs down her body until cum pools between her legs, soaking her pussy. She is an assignment. Their cum is graffiti on a perfect piece of work.

The last load brings new enthusiasm to the cheering. The hall filed with the sound of spent perversion and exhausted delight. And as she lays there, I clear the spit and cum from her eyes and she looks up at me – wrecked – spent – complete.

“Did I pass?”, she says.
“Of course my toy” I say and I beam. I am full.
Pride.
I feel unbelievable, almost unbearable pride.
I can’t wait to take her home where I can love her.

THE END

He had made her cry. Work sucked, and the mistake was not hers. He’d squandered her hard-earned self esteem to buy an excuse for his incompetence. He was a fraction of a man and she had always handled him with grace, but today he had broken her.

Inside this room, and out, she’s a warrior: Boudicca in skirt or panties. She’s above him. Her every atom a rebuke to his mundane masculinity. Her appetites a “fuck you” to his four stale weekly wanks. But he had made her cry. Daddy is going to need to do something about that.

Her past lovers would have handled it differently. Some would have said her boss was a schoolboy pulling her hair because he liked her. Some would spew impotent fury, drawing a sketch of violence they wouldn’t paint. Her last would have taken his side. But I know what she needs.

She stands before me, straight backed as I always insist, despite the weight of her unjust frustrations. Today had been tough, but it will not be the day when she lets me down. With my thumb I push a tear from the corner of her eye and smooth it into her cheek.

“Please Daddy” she says. She has so many “Please Daddy’s”. Each a plea for a different ritual. I know what every “Please Daddy” means. Her breath gives each a new meaning, her eyes filled with craving and context. I love each one, but this “Please Daddy” is my favourite.

I strip her of the day, her body soft above her steel. She looks at me, eyes wide, vulnerable, brave. I take a breath and hold it. She holds her breath too. As I see her expectation peak I take my hand from her cheek and grab at her throat hard. I breath out, but she can’t.

I squeeze just enough for her to taste her fear, that bitter flavour. I push her onto the bed and she gasps for breath as she falls. I hold her down by the neck and with my thumb still wet, I push a first drop of juice from the opening of her pussy and smooth it into her clit.

Still holding her throat I pull her face closer to mine. Her breath is needy, warm. “Who do you cry for?” I say, and for the first time this evening she smiles. “Nobody” she lies, and her cunt drips onto my fingers. She’s becoming defiant. That’s just what she needs.

I push my full weight onto her as I grab the straps from the floor. She struggles as I tie her arms down with her head hanging back over the foot of the bed. She tries to kick out at me so I strap her legs open wide. She is helpless. She is mine. I take off my belt.

“Who do you cry for?” I say, and she glowers. “Nobody” she dares me. I stand with her face looking up at me, her body stretched out before me, her legs spread. I lift the belt above her pussy. I take a breath and hold it. She holds her breath too. She gulps down the tension and…

I bring the belt down on her cunt. She screams out in pain, but she doesn’t cry. I whip her cunt once more. She screams louder, the impact adding pain to pain. Her agony has me hard and I take out my cock. Forgetting herself she tries to reach it with her mouth.

I hold her throat as I push my cock in, she gasps for breath. I reach down to touch her pussy, forcing my cock further down her throat as I go, rubbing hard on her raw clit with my fingers, friction cutting against the subsiding sensation from the impact of material against skin.

“Who do you cry for?” I say, and she catches her breath. “Nobody” she tries to convince herself, and I thrust my cock down her throat further, her neck still soft in my grip, her spit spilling out onto my shaft and over her face. No tears yet.

I grab at her tits, pulling up hard on her nipples, fucking her throat still. Her clit is swollen and sore but she still lifts her pelvis. It’s an invitation she can’t help but offer. I lift the belt above my head and bring it down hard as I whip her pussy again and again and again.

Her pussy weeps with need. “Please” she screams around my cock, and we both start to cum, the belt still raining down on her clit. “Please, please, please” she screams, choking out my cock and cum, but even she doesn’t know what the word means now.

She’s a warm hole and a cluster of nerve endings. She’s a knot of need and pain and ecstasy. She screams once more, a timeless sound beyond feeling. Beyond shame and frustration. For a moment she jolts uncontrollably. She is still shaking as I untie her.

A joy that stings, that’s what she’d been pleading for. A pain to dull the disappointment of a world that does not deserve her. A fuck to fuse her broken pieces and make her whole again.

“Who do you cry for?” I say and her eyes stream. “You Daddy.” And she throws her arms around me and starts to sob uncontrollably – the corners of her mouth curled up as her tears flow down.

She won’t feel anything for him again. Tonight’s an inoculation, a vaccine against the tedious suits who would dare try and make her feel subservience without consent, submission without reward. The pain was medicine. A reminder of how trivial the world beyond us is.

I’d fucked out the frustration and the sadness and the doubt, and I’d filled her head with me instead. Tears, spit and cum cascaded down her face. Cream dripping from her spent pussy. She loves it when I make her cry.