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Dancing for Daddy
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Dancing for Daddy
annie starts to pull her shiny black tights up over her long slim
legs, but remembers that Daddy won't like that. She takes them off
and instead slides the white leotard up over her thighs. The
leotard is cut so high up over the hips that it barely covers her
pussy, and so low and tight in the front that it creates cleavage
for her otherwise small breasts. annie's nipples stand out clearly
against the leotard -- it seems they've been hard and erect ever
since Daddy first started this dance of controlling her.
annie fastens the thick black leather belt around her small waist,
pulling it snug the way Daddy does. She slips white fuzzy leg
warmers over her ankles, covering her legs from knee to heel with
warmth. She always dances barefoot for Daddy, because it pleases
him so. Stretching out and up, she examines her body in the long
mirror. What else would he like to see? She shakes her long black
hair down from the ponytail, spreading it around her shoulders and
breasts. Daddy likes to be able to grab her hair when he's holding
her hard and tight.
But Daddy's not here yet. annie is always lost without him, and
dancing is one of the ways she escapes from her need for him. Daddy
does beautiful things to her body and her soul. Perfect things.
Painful and humiliating things. But always with love, the love that
she craves every minute of the day and night.
annie lights the candles in the shadow of dusk, flips on the CD
player to jazz from Pat Methany and begins to warm up, dancing
slowly and gracefully around the large loft that she shares with
Daddy. The hardwood floors are always polished to perfection to
protect annie's feet -- Daddy makes sure that she's never hurt by
anything except by his love for her. She loses herself in the dance
and the intoxication of the ethereal music, and begins to dream of
Daddy's power on her.
Last night Daddy had been very hard with her, commanding her and
hurting her and fucking her with heat and passion. It had started
innocently while she was sitting obediently at his feet, sipping
the occasional drink of wine from his glass that he offered her,
thanking him for each sip. He had ordered her to remove all of her
clothing and to sit quietly, leaving her rather chilly on the cold
winter night. The wine helped some, and his hand occasionally
patting her and stroking her brought heat also. But she had gotten
brave and asked, "Daddy, may i move closer to the fireplace? i'm
very cold."
He had looked at her long and hard for speaking without permission,
giving her the look that always made her want to beg his
forgiveness.
"Stand up, baby," was all he said.
And she did.
"I will make you warm, annie, warmer than you could ever imagine."
And when he stood up next to her and looked deeply into her eyes
and slowly removed his belt, she had known the beginning of warmth
rising all the way from her toes up to her freckles.
He had let her hold on to the mantle over the fireplace, and kicked
her feet apart to spread her legs wide for him. Warmth was no
longer a question when the heat of being so close to the fire
flushed annie's face and the heat of Daddy's belt began to land on
her soft skin.
annie continues the dance to the same CD playing over and over
again, lost in the magic of the music and the memory. Daddy had hit
her hard last night, and made her beg for more. He took turns with
the belt and the fire warming all sides of her, making sure she
felt him everywhere. Then he had knelt her down and driven his cock
deep into her mouth, fucking her throat with force and heat.
And she had loved it all, through her tears and her cries. There is
no pain he can give to her that will keep her from loving him more.
There is no pain he can give her that can even keep her from the
dance. She barely feels the marks of last night as she dances to
the music of her soul. But she knows Daddy will like seeing the
marks from his belt on her bare legs and arms when he comes through
the door.
He arrives quietly, hearing her music before entering. He stands in
the doorway and watches with enchantment as annie dances.
"God, yes, baby. Dance for your Daddy."
She blushes, but closes her eyes and continues the dance as he
makes himself comfortable in the overstuffed armchair across the
room. She knows that without her tights on the leotard rides up so
far on her ass that everything is visible to Daddy. She can feel
him admiring the red marks and bruises that cover her body.
The music pauses. "Kneel down and crawl to Daddy, my baby."
annie gracefully kneels and shyly crawls to him, climbing up on his
waiting lap. "i love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, baby. Are you alright today?"
"Yes, Daddy."
Daddy's strong hands are caressing every inch of annie's bare legs.
"Does it hurt, baby?"
"No, not very much, Daddy. Thank you for taking care of me last
night."
"Oh, baby, you know I do it because I love you. Because you are
mine. Because you need to behave for Daddy."
annie kisses him softly. "Yes, Daddy, i belong to you. i will
always do anything for you."
"Yes, annie, you will." Daddy runs his finger up the crotch of her
leotard, probing underneath the edges, stroking her freshly-shaven
pussy.
"oh, Daddy, that feels so good," annie whispers.
"You need Daddy's fingers deep inside of you, baby, don't you."
annie blushes to a deep red.
"I've known ever since you told me the story of that boy who took
your virginity when you were twelve with the force of his fingers,
that there is nothing in the world that works quite the same way on
you, baby."
Daddy's fingers start their slow slide beneath the leotard, seeking
the warmth of annie's wetness. annie squirms on his lap, wrapping
her arms tight around his neck, hiding her face in the strength of
his chest.
"It's ok, baby, you're going to learn to be open about what you
want. You'll learn to say 'i need your fist inside of me Daddy'.
And Daddy will always take care of his little girl exactly the way
she needs to be taken care of."
Daddy pulls the leotard aside, baring annie's pussy. "I think
that's about the only place you're not marked too badly tonight,
baby. God it's beautiful to see your body this way, marked and
available and open to me in every way."
annie stretches out in his arms, melting toward the force of his
words and his fingers. There is no other feeling in the world like
this, the feeling of absolute trust and submission, the feeling of
his complete power and dominance over her. He is the only Daddy she
has ever known, the only Daddy she will ever need. He owns her.
With one hand buried in her hair and the other on her pussy, Daddy
turns her gently over on his lap, propping her head up on a pillow.
"Just relax, baby, Daddy will take care of you."
annie floats into another world as Daddy's hands stroke her so
softly. The contrast between the pain of last night and the
tenderness of tonight bring gentle tears to her eyes. "i love you,
Daddy, i love you Daddy," she whispers over and over again.
"I know you do, baby," Daddy whispers in return, fingers starting
to explore the depths inside her. "And you want more of me inside
of you, don't you baby."
"yes, Daddy, oh god, yes."
Daddy forces his fourth finger inside of his baby. "Does that feel
good, annie?"
annie takes a deep breath at the feeling of fullness. "yes," she
whispers.
Daddy's fingers twist and turn and take their time. annie has no
idea how much time has passed, but only knows that she's soaking
wet and has entered into the magical state of complete
powerlessness, the state she lives for, the place where nothing
exists except for the perfect love of her Daddy.
She feels Daddy's thumb entering her. "Ask me, baby. Ask for
Daddy' s fist inside of you."
annie wriggles against his hand, twisting away yet against him. He
holds her tight by her long hair. She can find no words.
"Ask me baby. Now."
annie fights for the words, fights against the desire, tries to
hold onto some piece of reality.
"annie, say the words. Say 'please fist me, Daddy'."
She's gone. "Please fist me Daddy," she whispers in a barely
audible voice.
Daddy's hand pushes and slides all the way in and explores every
inch of annie, slowly and surely. He brings her to orgasm over and
over, fucking her first softly and then hard with his fist. annie
cries out in surprise, and cries out in completion and desire,
wanting to hold him there forever.
When Daddy is through with his little girl, he strokes and whispers
her back into a safe place. He picks her up like a child, wrapping
her legs tight around his waist and her arms around his neck, and
dances his baby around the room in the darkness, holding her close,
keeping her safe, and melting the space between their bodies and
souls until they truly become one.
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