1. Chain Story


    Date: 4/15/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: slaveshart1, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    chatted with the guys to my right. In a couple of minutes, I looked to my left and see that she has not touched her food. She is simply sitting there with the fork in her hand, staring at her plate. She leans over to me and whispers softly, “Daddy, will cut up my food for me?” I am not positive why I had no more reaction than I did but I simply leaned over and cut up her meal into bite-sized pieces. In another minute or so, she has her fork poised over her food but is not eating. She quietly asks me to feed her. I was thinking that maybe she was really playing up the Babygirl role, so I fed her a bite or two. She simply took the food as I fed her but gave no indication that she was going to feed herself at all. At this point, even as dense as I am, it became obvious that we needed to get back upstairs. I got a to-go box and we adjourned from the bar. One of the guys gave me a ‘thumbs up’ as we headed to the elevator. I am sure that most thought she was tipsy and that I was probably going to ‘get lucky’. I now smile at the thought of what their reactions would have been had they been in our room an hour later to witness that. When we get back to the room, she is completely on auto-pilot. I tell her to get undressed and get on the bed. She makes no acknowledgement of the command except to comply. She crawled on the bed and lay face down. I went to my bag and selected a nice riding crop and a hard rubber (plastic?) textured flogger. Up on the bed next to her, I began the ...
    beating with the flogger. With the first strokes, she screamed and squealed in the mattress. She reached back with her hands to try to rub her ass after each series of strokes. She obediently removed them. I told her that if she continued to reach back, she would have to be restrained. She tried the same with her legs and she was given the same warning. By the time we were fully involved in the scene, her wrists were restrained by cuffs clipped together, and I had ankle restraints with a spreader bar on her legs. She kept lifting her restrained legs to the point that I had to tie down the spreader bar to the bed leg. Now she really was immobilized and at my mercy. As the strokes continued to come, her ass was getting more and more patterned from the flogger. To give her a bit of a break, I would trade out with the crop. The blows would land from her shoulders to the middle of her thighs. It was beginning to get redder and redder, the pattern of the devices were showing on her skin. All of her sounds since we started had been primal. Only occasionally could I hear her produce any recognizable sounds. Somewhere fairly early on she began a mantra. She began to softly repeat “Love you Daddy, love you Daddy, love you Daddy”. It would stream on for minutes at a time. Sometimes it was in cadence with the blows, other times it would come out in rapid fire sequence but in either case, never above a whisper. She was no longer flinching or wiggling or trying to block the blows. She lay there ...
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