You’ve been such a needy little toy lately, doing everything you can to get Daddy’s attention. After the day you’ve had, I just know that tonight’s going to be a repeat of last night. 

“Daddy can I cum” “Daddy please” “Please let me cum” “Fuck I need to cum”

You can be so predictable at times. This makes my job easy and fun. All I need to do is give you an excuse, and you’ll become Daddy’s little squirt. Tonight, I decided to mix things up a bit. 

“Tell me when you are about 15 minutes from leaving Brittany’s place” I send, knowing that you will comply without waiting for your response, but knowing I will get your answer anyways.

“Yes Daddy” comes your prompt reply. Even though I expected it, I smile, proud at how compliant you are. You know I have something up my sleeve, even if you don’t know what it is yet.

About an hour later, you tell me that you’ll be heading home in about 15 minutes. I decide to make this 15 minutes a little awkward for you, so I send a completely innocent text message:

“Thank you for listening like the good girl you are. I know whenever you visit Brittiny, you always end up smelling like smoke. So when you get home, take a nice long bath, and get the smoke washed out of your hair, I want you to edge yourself for 10 minutes. Then, while you are teetering on the very edge, text daddy, in detail, what you’re fantasizing about. Stay as long as you like, but you will stay there for at least the 15 minutes you told me.”

I can just imagine the expressions that cross your face when you read that message. A mixture of your horney grin (Imagining what I might have planed), a little bit of shy (You know I only want you to explain your fantasy because it humiliates you to put it down in words), and a whole lot of Daddy’s blushing subby girl (We both know you will end up doing what I tell you to do, if you like it or not). 

I wonder how you’ll explain that look, that blush, and the fact that you completely lost track of the conversation you were having with Brittany. Not my problem though, I’m sure you will figure something out. If your imagination fails you, you could always tell her the truth - that you’re going home to do whatever you Daddy tells you to do in order to earn the right to cum, something that any real woman can do on her own whenever she wants. But you’re not a real woman. I’ve taken that privilege from you. Your orgasms are mine to control. You’re just Daddy’s baby girl.

I know you finish up your visit with Britany a little distracted and preoccupied, just the way I like it. How do I know? Because I get a message from you EXACTLY 15 minutes later, “I’m pulling out of her driveway now, and heading straight home.” You didn’t stay a second longer than you had to, and said “fuck it” to your planned grocery trip. Daddy has you exactly where he wants you, all hot and bothered.

You get home, and hop in your bath, and get settled. About an hour after you got home, I get a message “Just got in bed.” 10 minutes later, I get your fantasy details. Oh, you decided to make it good, just reinforcing how much you are Daddy’s little deviant.

“I’m thinking about pleasing Daddy with my mouth while humping his leg” We both know there is more to that one, that you just couldn’t get yourself to say it all. Oh well, Daddy will get it all out of you eventually.

“Fuck, please may I cum” you send while I was typing my reply to you. You get so beggy when you need to cum.“Be my good girl, and cum for Daddy. But when you’re done, draw a D on your chest with your juices.”“Cumming!” One little word, typed and not even spoken, but I swear I can hear your screams from over 800 miles away.

“D. Next, one letter per orgasm, see if you can write the rest of Daddy’s name across your chest.”

“Is that an order?” you ask, knowing full well it is. You just want to hear me tell you it is. I’m happy to play along.“Yes, it is an order. Daddy wants to see if you can count all the way to five with your big girl screams. This time, let Daddy drive your fantasy. Imagine you are lying there in your bed, masturbating for no reason other than I told you to. Every time you look up at me, you see me staring at you, my hard cock standing at attention. You reach for it, but it’s just outside your reach. It isn’t yours yet, you haven’t earned it.”

“Hnngh, I wrote the a”. Well that didn’t take long. It’s amazing how fast they can come, one after the other with you. You’re a very fun toy to play with, your body doing exactly what I want.

“Da. For the third and fourth letters, Go hard and fast. Prove to Daddy how much of a dirty little slut you can be, and make these two quick! But each minute these take are two minutes of edging for the last orgasm.”

Just 2 minutes later, I received a hastily typed “I drw the lettre d.” I don’t know if It was because you were hurrying to get the second lower case d finished as soon as possible, or if you just couldn’t think about typing proper.

“Awe, typing one handed I see. You’re already at Dad, and that one only took 2 minutes! You’re doing so well.” I say, actually worrying a little that the next one will come too quickly to make edging worth it for the last one. But I needn’t worry. While I waited, I was serenaded by “My brain needs a minute” and “Cumming that hard and fast hurts.” It took 8 minutes until I received the message that you that you’ve written Dadd on your chest.

“Now my little one, let me show you what a Daddy can do with a simple “I’m thinking about pleasing Daddy with my mouth while humping his leg”. Over the next 10 minutes, I slowly trickle out this fantasy of hers in explicit detail that I had written out while this has been going on.

“I walk up to daddy, naked as the day I was born, and get so close, we’re touching. I can feel the heat rise off of him. I unbutton his shirt, and I slowly go down on my knees, my nose and lips trailing down his chest and towards his throbbing member held back by his slacks and belt, breathing in the scent of him. My only desire to please my Daddy. I franticly undo his belt and open his pants, his cock flinging out at me. I take his fullness in my mouth, relishing at the noises he makes. The noises only I cause. As he reaches down and digs his fingers into my hair, prying my face up, making me look him in the eyes, I can’t hold his gaze long. His looking down at me with those eyes makes me feel small, and know where I stand: an object for his pleasure. The heat and intensity in his eyes distracts me from everything else. He loosens his grip on my hair, and lets me focus on his manhood again. Finally, I become aware of more than Him, I become aware of my own body again. I don’t know how long it has been. At least minutes, maybe longer. Suddenly I realize I’ve been humping Daddy’s leg. Glancing down seeing the my wetness staining his slacks, it’s surely been longer than mere minutes. My clit, swollen and needy, as I eagerly grind away at his leg. As I feel my orgasm building, ready to fall over the edge, I also feel Daddy tense, ready to cum. His hands, which had been gently guiding my head in and out, in rhythm to my grinding, rip my head back as he cums all over my face and chest, marking me as his own. I give him what is his, and his alone, as I squirt over his leg like the dirty little deviant I am.”

As I’ve been typing this out to you, you have been begging more and more desperately to be allowed to cum. I tell you “No, you didn’t cum fast enough before when I wanted it, so you don’t get to cum fast now when you want it. 10 more minutes.” Oh, that delicious begging just got worse. Every other word misspelled, and messages coming fast and furious. Desperately trying to change my mind. All you get is a single message from me each minute, slowly counting down “9 more minutes” “8 more minutes” ... “1 more minute”

And finally the message you’ve been waiting for “Cum for daddy, you’ve earned it.” The screams that are ripped from your mouth with this orgasm rival the first. And I leave you with one last instruction:

“Leave my name drying on your chest until morning. Let Daddy sleep with you tonight.”