The sun shined brightly as Suzanne (F36) walked home, just a few blocks off campus. With each step, the stress of her day bled away as she anticipated the situation which awaited her behind closed doors. She never wanted to think about teaching English 101 again.

She rounded a corner, and finally spotted the familiar cherry blossoms of her neighborhood six blocks away. Her hands shook in anticipation, her day was over and she could finally turn off her brain.

The focus of her worship and pleasure waited at home.

She had met Peter (M33) by chance, a brief interaction in the grocery store’s produce section. They had each been standing close while selecting vegetables, and he had asked “what are you making for dinner?” The conversation quickly progressed, and they had dinner together the next evening.

Peter was handsome, but gentle. His demeanor was respectful and comforting, and whenever they were together, all of his focus and attention was on her. He made Suzanne feel beautiful and wanted, and in return, she found herself wanting him more and more.

On their third date, they enjoyed wine on Peter’s patio, when discussing sex, Suzanne admitted that she fantasized about being submissive sometime. Peter asked “what do you envision?”

With a gulp of wine, Suzanne admitted “I have fantasized about being pushed to my knees and used all evening. I’ve had rough sex before, but this is different. I envision someone owning my body like his slave, taking all control.”

Suzanne’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, she had never admitted that before. But recently, she had been reading more and more extreme erotica, situations of intense BDSM submission and scenarios. She described a few general ideas to Peter, who listened with rapt attention.

Peter asked “what’s stopping you?”

Suzanne responded “I don’t know honestly, just a partner ready to take that control and provide what I need.”

Calmly, Peter simply responded “I’m ready, and I’ll show you why I deserve it.”

Peter reached his hand out to Suzanne, and gently took hers. He stood up and led her to the bedroom. Her breath quickened with each step, curious of what Peter had in mind. Although they had kissed, Suzanne expected this would be their first time having sex.

Peter gently pulled her into the bedroom and shut the door, and then turned back to her. With a firm grip, he reached out and wrapped his hand around her soft throat and brought her close. He pushed his tongue into Suzanne’s mouth and kissed her deeply, keeping it going so long that she struggled to breathe.

Peter disengaged and stared directly at her: “who do you belong to?”

Almost automatically, like she was hypnotized, Suzanne said “you Daddy.”

“Right answer” Peter responded. “Don’t move.”

Peter began disrobing her, taking off every article of clothing for her, until she was totally nude and vulnerable.

He ran his hands over her body, examining her like a piece of art. She quivered at his touch, finding herself hypnotically obedient to his commands.

He pushed his thumb into her mouth, and used it to push her to her knees on the carpet floor. “Open your mouth” Peter said assertively.

Suzanne looked up as Peter unzipped his fly and took out his erect cock and heavy balls. “From now on, this is the focus of your worship.”

“Yes Daddy” Suzanne responded.

“I want you to suck my balls before I fuck your little whore mouth.”

Suzanne obeyed, reaching out with her tongue and licking and sucking his heavy virile balls. As she did so, precum began dripping in long strings over her forehead and face, but she made no effort to wipe it away. She wanted to be marked by this man, to be owned by him. She wanted and needed everything from him.

Peter watched attentively, until he wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her head back. “Good girl.”

“Thank you Daddy.”

Peter guided his throbbing cock to her waiting mouth, and pushed it slowly along her tongue until it filled her throat. She fought the urge to gag, unable to breathe. With metronome-like rhythm, Peter began fucking her mouth, his heavy balls bouncing off her chin.

On her knees, Suzanne’s pussy dripped between her thighs, as she kept her hands to her sides and let this man use her, own her, like a filthy little fuckdoll. Her spit dripped down her chest, and she fought to maintain consciousness with each thrust taking him deeper into her bulging throat.

Finally, she heard an animal moan from above her, and felt the head of his cock pulse and throb in her throat, pumping warm thick sticky cum down her throat and into her stomach. She didn’t even choose to swallow it, his cock was so deep that Peter made the choice for her.

As she fought for breath, Peter slowly withdrew his cock, leaving a trail of cum across her tongue and finally letting her taste his cum. She loved it, and was instantly addicted.

She knew, from now on, Peter could use and own her whenever he wanted, and that her sole purpose was to obey and receive as much of his cum as possible.

And that had only been their third date…

Since then, Suzanne and Peter had been inseparable behind closed doors. Suzanne invited him over almost every evening, and he frequently met her at the front door of her house after work.

With each new day, she didn’t know what new kink they would explore, but she knew she would obey, because she was addicted to the extreme. She wanted to be degraded, used, and bred by this powerful man.

She was hypnotized and addicted to Daddy’s control.

Note: I wrote it pretty quickly as Part One, so please excuse grammar errors.