It started before dinner. After rising naked from taking off daddy’s shoes and redressing him Daddy orders me to go into the shower, bend over and grab my ankles. I’m wondering what his plans are. He can’t be starting play time this early. Daddy comes into the bathroom and pulls out his hard dick. I love seeing him hard but I love it even more when I know that it’s simply from viewing me and running his hands over me.
When I take daddy’s shoes off it’s a very sensual, intimate encounter for both of us. Daddy spends the time looking at my body, soaking up my essence and running his hands over my body while I kiss and worship him at his feet. Daddy’s hands wander all over what’s his, over my back, my ass, my pussy, my breasts, my hair, my cheeks.. everything. Imagine that you have been reacquainted with your beloved child hood toy or the one thing you always wanted. This is how me and daddy relate to each other during our shoe ritual.
Daddy walks up to me and spreads my ass. I lean over whimpering already…knowing there’s only one thing coming and craving it. Daddy starts peeing and aims it directly on my asshole. I react the way I always do when daddy owns me this way. I utter a low guttural moan and instantly start to drip. It’s not the pee that does it for me….It’s the ownership. My master is marking me in a deeply primitive yet extremely intimate way he is making me his own. It seems odd that something so stigmatized could be so intimate.
I’ve thought about it a great deal, sitting up at night evaluating my latest sins, and I think it’s because of this stigmatization and because of what it represents to us, something private, that it is so intimate. I never thought I’d be here, bending over, ankles clasped, my pussy dripping wet with his hot piss spraying all over my ass. Yet here I am. Daddy changes his angle and I feel his stream running over my back and running down my shoulder and into my hair. That realization does something to me. “Nice girls don’t get piss in their hair”
I scream at myself and think “no… nice girls don’t…you are not a nice girl”. Daddy interrupts my revelry and asks “do you like it?” “Yes daddy” I barely whisper. “Say it” I knew the command was coming, it always does. This is one of his favorite parts. Making his little sweet angel admit these kinks. He loves helping me explore my soul and we’re slowly learning it had more kinks than a corkscrew. I say it for us both ” I love it when you piss on me daddy.” “Turn around” he commands and I do, straightening bringing me up to his chin.
Big innocent eyes are what daddy loves and I widen them looking my most innocent. “Say it again baby” daddy commands. I blush and say “I love when you piss on me daddy.”. “Good girl” daddy growls and I flush with happiness. He’s so sexy standing there. Oval, emerald green, intelligent eyes smiling at me. His stubble all over his cheeks making him just a little prickly. His thick cock still in his hand, still hard for me. “You’re such a filthy slut having your daddy’s piss all over you and loving it”. Daddy orders me to shower and offers to make dinner so I can shower and shave my pussy.
While I’m in the shower daddy walks back in and tells me hes left me something to wear until he’s ready for me later that night. He looks over the shower door and I blush at our eye contact “what is it baby?” daddy prods. “Your pee was in my hair daddy” I say staring at the shower floor. Daddy makes a sound somewhere between a moan an “oh” noise and a growl and asks me darkly “did you like it little girl?” “Yes daddy” is the quiet response. “Good girls don’t get piss in their hair do they?” he says echoing my earlier thoughts.
I love it when daddy reads my mind and I smile at him “no daddy they don’t”. I ask about daddy’s plans for me, wondering if he’ll tell. We had been talking about a role play we wanted to do. Something totally different then our normal play. I wonder if that’s what it will be. I don’t have to wonder long and daddy pokes his head back over the shower door. “Can you pant for your daddy?” he asks, a huge grin lighting up his face. I cover my face and shake my head no. “Come on” he says “who’s a good puppy? Pant for daddy”. Again I shake my head my eyes covered.
I can’t do it…not when the rooms lit and he’s looking me in my eyes….I’m too embarrassed. Daddy’s tone changes from playful and when he asks again I’m positive it’s not a question anymore it’s a command. “I said pant for me, or do you want to loose your role play?” I shake my head, no I want to do it. I force myself to stick my tongue out and pant like a doggy for a couple seconds and daddy’s smile returns. “Good girl, now finish up”.
When I come out of the shower, now completely smooth for daddy, I find my pink wall balls and lube on the counter. Daddy told me he had picked me out one of the things I was supposed to wear for the rest of the evening. I lay down on the bed, naked and damp from the shower and pick up my pink bullet.
I put in on low and start rubbing my clit for a couple moments and I feel myself become wet almost instantly. It’s been three days since I’ve cum and since I’ve been used. A long time for me and I feel myself get closer and closer to cumming. I toy with the idea of cumming and using my cum to push the balls in but know that daddy didn’t give me permission to cum. I grin at the realization that I am making a choice to not do something I want because I know he wouldn’t want it…he didn’t specifically tell me I could or couldn’t but I just know he wouldn’t want me to.
I’m an addict to all this… sex, cumming, trying new dirty things, being his…being commanded and this realization pushes me almost over the border of cumming. I pull back some desperate to not cum for daddy until I know he wants me to despite being desperate for the sensation. I speak of three days as though it were a lifetime.
Three whole arduous days without sex and orgasms while others would call only three days without sex a good week. No matter now. I know me and daddy are going to play tonight and I’ll be falling asleep hugging my teddy bear a happy, satisfied girl.
