As I continued submitting my post to subreddits about this mornings rounds of punishments, Daddy sent me a voice message to let me know the he was leaving the office, and I was not to get up or get dressed until he got to his home. That meant I still had the clothespins on my nipples and the butt plug in my ass as well.

Waiting for him to drive between the two locations was excruciating. It gave me way too much time to think. But it was all I could do to keep my mind off the pain. I thought about how bad I had been. About the punishment he’d already put me through this morning, and what he must be planning for me at this very moment.

“Walking in the door now. You’d better be ready for my call. Gather anything you think I’ll need to complete your punishment. You have five minutes.”

Five more minutes of waiting? Ugh. I already had the lucite paddle next to me on the floor and didn’t think he’d need anything else. So I stayed in place and hoped that this time when he called, I’d finally get to cum.

“Hi, Daddy,” I said timidly.

“How’s my baby girl doing. Are you ok?”

I was surprised that he didn’t launch into more instructions right away. Instead he checked in with me. Made sure that I was feeling ok after all the tasks I had completed thus far.

“Daddy’s put you through a lot today, but we both know why, don’t we?”

I nodded in acknowledgement.

“Well, now it’s time for you to cum for Daddy. Do you think you can do that for me?”

I shivered and nodded again.

“Good girl. I want you to start by slowly rubbing your clit, but Erica, don’t you dare fucking cum before I give you permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He proceeded to walk me through an edging session. Just when I was about to cum, I was told to stop and breathe. Relax into the discomfort. On the fifth round, I was allowed to cum but I had to continue rubbing through it. It turned me on like a fucking faucet. Again and again I kept cumming, with Daddy instructing me to count out my orgasms.

“Remind me of your record for number of orgasms in a day…didn’t you say 12?”

Fuck. I remember his asking me that in passing a few nights ago. 12 was the number, administered by a boyfriend with a service kink who loved making me cum.

“Well we’re breaking that record today, Erica. Keep rubbing.”

I flicked my clit with abandon. Buried two, then three fingers in my pussy and came harder each time. By number 9 or 10 I was exhausted. But I knew he wouldn’t relent until we hit at least 13. That one he made me do with our favorite dildo, a thick lifelike cock that he watched me bounce up and down on until my legs started to give out.

After the 18th orgasm, I begged to rest and he obliged. I collapsed into a puddle on the floor. My pussy was still pulsating as he used his deep voice to soothe me.

“Good job, Erica. Daddy is so proud of you. Aren’t you excited to have set a new record?”

“Yes. Thank you, Daddy.”

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