Daddy has a cock; but i just have a little pink pee-pee.
That's what i had to repeat, over and over, last night while Daddy diddled me. He had just finished fucking my face. Ordinarily, i would say that i'd just finished giving him a blow job, but that wouldn't accurately describe what happened this time. No, this time it wasn't a blow job…it was a face-fucking. Daddy had me kneel at the side of the bed, a fat pink dildo stretching my sissypuss, & he ground his crotch into my face. He shoved his balls into my mouth one at a time, forcing me to suck on them, then he wiped them all over my face, getting his manly musky scent all over me. He slapped me with his thick cock & called me all kinds of nasty names—cocksucker, faggot, pansy, cum-bucket, whore, slut, queer—well, it wasn't so much the names themselves that were so nasty but the harsh, aggressive, dismissive, angry way he said them. If i didn't know better, i might have thought he really did hate me; perhaps some part of him does, hates me for turning him on, hates me for making him want to dominate me. It can get very complicated. But there was nothing complicated about the way he was fucking my face. It was very raw & elemental & basic. It was very brutal in its simplicity. That's part of the appeal. There's no more thinking at that point. Not long before he came, he said that he was getting pretty "ornery" & that there might be things he wanted to do that i wouldn't like but that i had no choice but to just go with the flow. He left me to wonder what he might be talking about. i'm afraid to ask so i don't. But i know he's right. He's engineered things so that i'm entirely dependent on him now. Only five years ago, i was a totally independent person. But that's all changed. Now i'm just Daddy's little sissygirl. He's right: i really don't have a choice; i really do have to do anything he says.
Daddy has a cock; but i just have a little pink pee-pee.
The more excited i got, naturally the harder it was to concentrate on my line. i said it more and more slowly, enunciated more deliberately, sounding sissier & sissier each time. Soon, i sounded almost like a six-year-old. That pleased Daddy a lot. He asked me if i'd like to make a cummy. Yes Daddy, i said. What kind of cummy? A sissy cummy, i said. He thought it had been a long time since i last made one & asked me how long it had been. Not that long, i admitted. Thanksgiving. He was surprised. Really, he said. i reminded him how i'd sat on his lap while we were watching an old movie on tv & he had diddled me until i was squirming & begging him for relief & he'd let me cum. God, it had felt so good! It was one of my best cummies ever! At that point, it had been a little over thirty days since i'd been allowed to make a cummy. That seems to be the new norm: i get to make a single cummy every month. Thanksiving, Daddy said thoughtfully, continuing to diddle me. How many days is that? Only eleven, i answer, since it's now after midnight. Hmmm, Daddy said. Only eleven. I thought it was a lot longer. That's not long at all. Damn my memory and my honesty, i think. And all of a sudden, i'm so good at math?! Well, Daddy says, that's what you get for being such a smarty-panties. No cummy for you tonight. Just like that he stops diddling me, leaving me on the brink. He tells me to pull my panties up. That's enough for tonight, he says. i make a little whimper of frustration & pull my panties up & that's that. But, wait, it's not quite over yet. Daddy gives me a sissy homework assignment for the next day (which is now today). He wants me to write fifty times:
Daddy has a cock; but i just have a little pink pee-pee.
i've got my pink sissy school notebook ready & i'm going to start working on my assignment right now.
That's what i had to repeat, over and over, last night while Daddy diddled me. He had just finished fucking my face. Ordinarily, i would say that i'd just finished giving him a blow job, but that wouldn't accurately describe what happened this time. No, this time it wasn't a blow job…it was a face-fucking. Daddy had me kneel at the side of the bed, a fat pink dildo stretching my sissypuss, & he ground his crotch into my face. He shoved his balls into my mouth one at a time, forcing me to suck on them, then he wiped them all over my face, getting his manly musky scent all over me. He slapped me with his thick cock & called me all kinds of nasty names—cocksucker, faggot, pansy, cum-bucket, whore, slut, queer—well, it wasn't so much the names themselves that were so nasty but the harsh, aggressive, dismissive, angry way he said them. If i didn't know better, i might have thought he really did hate me; perhaps some part of him does, hates me for turning him on, hates me for making him want to dominate me. It can get very complicated. But there was nothing complicated about the way he was fucking my face. It was very raw & elemental & basic. It was very brutal in its simplicity. That's part of the appeal. There's no more thinking at that point. Not long before he came, he said that he was getting pretty "ornery" & that there might be things he wanted to do that i wouldn't like but that i had no choice but to just go with the flow. He left me to wonder what he might be talking about. i'm afraid to ask so i don't. But i know he's right. He's engineered things so that i'm entirely dependent on him now. Only five years ago, i was a totally independent person. But that's all changed. Now i'm just Daddy's little sissygirl. He's right: i really don't have a choice; i really do have to do anything he says.
Daddy has a cock; but i just have a little pink pee-pee.
The more excited i got, naturally the harder it was to concentrate on my line. i said it more and more slowly, enunciated more deliberately, sounding sissier & sissier each time. Soon, i sounded almost like a six-year-old. That pleased Daddy a lot. He asked me if i'd like to make a cummy. Yes Daddy, i said. What kind of cummy? A sissy cummy, i said. He thought it had been a long time since i last made one & asked me how long it had been. Not that long, i admitted. Thanksgiving. He was surprised. Really, he said. i reminded him how i'd sat on his lap while we were watching an old movie on tv & he had diddled me until i was squirming & begging him for relief & he'd let me cum. God, it had felt so good! It was one of my best cummies ever! At that point, it had been a little over thirty days since i'd been allowed to make a cummy. That seems to be the new norm: i get to make a single cummy every month. Thanksiving, Daddy said thoughtfully, continuing to diddle me. How many days is that? Only eleven, i answer, since it's now after midnight. Hmmm, Daddy said. Only eleven. I thought it was a lot longer. That's not long at all. Damn my memory and my honesty, i think. And all of a sudden, i'm so good at math?! Well, Daddy says, that's what you get for being such a smarty-panties. No cummy for you tonight. Just like that he stops diddling me, leaving me on the brink. He tells me to pull my panties up. That's enough for tonight, he says. i make a little whimper of frustration & pull my panties up & that's that. But, wait, it's not quite over yet. Daddy gives me a sissy homework assignment for the next day (which is now today). He wants me to write fifty times:
Daddy has a cock; but i just have a little pink pee-pee.
i've got my pink sissy school notebook ready & i'm going to start working on my assignment right now.
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