This is my first story on here. I ended up writing this earlier today as a purely fictional fantasy and wanted to share. I hope you enjoy. 😊

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"Be ready for me Kitten." One single text lifts me over an invisible edge only we know about. I feel elated as I type my response.

"Of course, Daddy. What are my requirements?" I click send and wait for my response. I start to consider what kind of scene we may be having today. I've been good, so I know there's no punishment in store for me - yet. My phone pings back quickly and I fumble trying to grab it.

"Let's go with outfit #3. Include the following items: butt plug (as large as you can handle), ear plugs, and a blindfold. You have 15 minutes." Fuck. I look at the time, its 4:37 pm. I wont have time to wash up so its a good thing I shaved the night before or I would be in some sort of trouble.

I rush into our bedroom and strip. No outside clothes permitted in the Red Room. Designated outfits only. I finished undressing and grab my perfume to spritz myself a few times before I walk through the doorway connecting to our bedroom.

Our Red Room is a small office-like space connecting to our bedroom. Daddy constructed several pieces of furniture like a St Andrew's Cross and a bed that contains several hooks lining the canopy railings. Theres a cage beneath the bed and a stolkhold attached to the one side. His most recent DIY involves a spankings bench he can tie me to, but its not finished yet.

I walk straight in front of me to the wardrobe and slide open the right door - my side of the wordrobe for outfits. I shuffle through them and find the hanger labeled #3 and pull the outfit out. Its a red bustier top with black lace. Theres a strap that wraps around the neck and there is no cloth over where the breasts lay. The bottoms are also red with black lace and open in the bottom for easy access.

I quickly slip on the outfit and walk over the the full length mirror. He never told me how to put my hair- which means I have to play mind reader as to how he would like it. I grab my brush and brush it down neatly. As I finish, I check the time.

Shit- I have 5 minutes left. No more time to reconsider my hair options now. I cross my fingers and hope its to his liking. I walk over to what I call his "Chest of Torture". It doesnt just hold torture devices, but I think its a funny name for it. I open the top section and pull out a medium sized butt plug and lube. When I finish applying the lube, I reach behind myself to insert the plug, but my butt cheeks are too clenched due to my sheer rushed state.

I take a deep breath and exhale, trying to relax my muscles. On the second in hale, I squat down and as I exhale, I try to insert the plug again. It works this time and I can feel it filling my anal cavity. It arouses me. I give it a quick extra nudge to ensure its all the way in before grabbing the ear plugs and sash blindfold.

As I walk back to the center of the room, I turn and face away from the door and kneel. I put the ear plugs and give the clock one last quick glance. One minute left. I hurriedly wrap the sash around my eyes and tie it, then place my hands on top of my knees, palms up.

I'm not quite sure how long I kneel there. I have nothing to base my time from as I have no sense of sight or sound. My breaths become shallow as I'm waiting in anticipation for Him. I feel like I'm kneeling for much longer than one minute, but I don't dare try to check the time. If I do, and he suddenly walks in, my ass will be grass as I will be considered "unready" for Him. But my knees begin to hurt and my body begins to shake ever so slightly. Im not sure how much longer I can take it.

Then I feel it. In the floorboards through my bare knees, I can feel someone has entered the room. My heart starts to race as I can feel the different floorboards reapond to His steps as He walks around me, inspecting me- making sure Ive submitted myself in the correct position for play and if I'm wearing all the proper requested items. Im sure hes also considering my hair and if he wishes for me to change it prior to scene.

I feel a small amount of pressure being applied to my back, pushing me to bend to the floor. I comply and He slides His hand in my panties, feeling for the buttplug. He pushed on it slightly so I can feel the plug deepen inside me. He pulls his hand back out and in mere seconds, I can feel one hand grab my neck as the other hand wraps my hair around, pulling me up. I rise to my feet and He uses my hair to guide me across the room. Even though He never cuts off my air supply, Him grabbing my neck is like my achilles heel. I feel my body getting dizzy and swimmy and I reach up and tap His arm twice as a way to say "I'm at my limit". I feel him let go of my neck and my body starts to fall to the ground but He catches me and lowers me onto the bed.

At this point, I know this man has full access to do whatever He pleases to me and I can't do anything because I'm immobile and will be so for at least a good 20-30 minutes. I feel his hand glide from the balls of my feet up my leg. He slides a finger between my thighs and opens the panties to rub me, just once, from front to back and then traces my spine. I feel his hand reach my face and he brushes the hair away before grabbing both ear plugs and pulling them out.

"Hello Kitten," I hear Daddy say in His low, unwaivering voice. I smile to myself.

"Hello Daddy," I say, muffled from my face being shoved into the bed. He helps guide my head to one side and I feel him lean closer to me and inhale deeply.

"You smell delicious," He says and my smiles broadens.

"Thank you, Daddy"

"Do you know how long you've been kneeling here?" He asks and try to shake my head but all I can get is one slow lift and fall. "Well, first of all, I told you to be ready in 15 minutes, were you?" He asks me. His voice sounds like he's accusing me of not being ready in time.

"Yes, Daddy. I promise" I say. He hesitates and I can feel my heart race again in anticipation.

"I believe you," He says and I relax again. Great, because of the sudden rush, I'll be immobilized even longer. "Actually, I know you were AND that you stayed in position until I came to retrieve you. Good Girl." I swoon at his praise. "Would you like to know how I know?" He asks.

"Yes, please Daddy."

"I have a new camera" He tells me, amusement in his voice now. Of course he does. Now he can watch me whenever he wants and punish me if I dont do as I'm told, when I'm told and how I'm told. Good thing I didnt check the time. "I actually left you for an extra 20 minutes. And you didnt move at all. Again, Good girl." I smile again before realizing he made me wait an extra 20 minutes. Explains the pain in my knees now.

"So Kitten," He starts, "when was our last maintenance scene?" I pause for a moment. He "maintains" me by doing various punishments. Sometimes, He spanks me, other times, He's edged me relentlessly. Periodically, hell even have me count orgasms- last time we made it well over 100 in one session. We have our maintenance session every Sunday but today is Wednesday.

"We had one on Sunday, Daddy." I tell him.

"Hmmm, I think we'll have one today too," He says and I try to move parts of my body in protest. I thought I would have more play today. But, unfortunately, I still cant move very much. I sigh.

"Yes Daddy. Is there a specific reason," I begin but he cuts me off.

"Because I feel like it." He sounds humored by all of this but since I cant see his face through the blindfold, I dont know for sure. I nake a feeble nod and He helps guide me further onto the bed and into the stolkhold. With my head and hands in place, he closes the top and latches it in place.

I can feel his hand reach between my thighs and He tells me "Spread your legs". I comply the best I can. "I have a few rules for today's session. First, you will be keeping these legs spread open and ready for me. Second, You will be counting today- don't miss one and dont lose track of what number you're on. Lastly, if you fail to follow those two very simple rules, I will double your punishment and then place you in the cage after. Understand?"

" Yes Daddy," I sigh. Counting. What will I be counting and what number will I be counting to? I feel my legs quiver at the thought.

"Oh, one more thing," He says. "Pick a number between 20 and 100." My eyes grow wider, but of course, it doesn't help me see anything better because I'm still blindfolded. Dammit. I know him well enough to know that itcan'tt be as simple as picking the lowest number possible. But the higher numbers seem to create even more fear in me. I decide to go middle ground.

"52" I say. I hear him let put a small chuckle.

"Excellent number," He says and begins to unwrap my blindfold. Once off, I reopen my eyes to see Him looking at me with a grin that would have made the Grinch shake in his boots. He pulls out his phone and opens the note tab before placing it in front of my face to read. I read it silently in my head.

"20-40=Number of spankings 40-60= Number of minutes edged 60-80= Number of Orgasms 80-100= Number of minutes for deep tissue massage"

I frown as I read the last one. I missed out on a massage. As if knowing exactly what I was thinking, he smiles more and tells me, "Don't fear the higher numbers, Kitten. Oh, and you will still be counting. Lets see how many we can get in such a short time, shall we?" He sounds almost giddy with excitement and I sigh again. This is going to be a long 52 minutes.