Erotica contains Male domination, isolation kink, manipulation etc, if it's not something you like please do not read. Read with your own consent!

PART 3, you can read part 1&2 in my current post

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Early since we start dating, daddy told me to never clean his cum in me without explicit permission from him.

Yes It can get slightly uncomfy. But daddy just said, “Get used to it.” In the very beginning we started to have sex.

So now I do as daddy say.

Asking his permission to wash up after he load up my pussy for second time this afternoon.

“No, just get some panties and come back to me.” Daddy refuse to let me wash up.

“Panties?” I confuse, daddy rarely allow me to put on panties.

Daddy gave me a look and I know to not ask another question. Sometimes I can be really scared of him, but I think it's the right feeling. As a taken woman, I should fear my boyfriend and him only.

I comeback to daddy, eyes down of submission, drop to my knees trying to not let my head to be higher than his knee.

“We are going out today,” Daddy pulling out a pink stuff out of his pocket, then pulling my hair to bring my face up. “I’m going to put these toys into your pussy to make you behave. And you should remember your place, no matter how horny you are, do not ever cum without my permission.”

I struggle to nod as daddy grab my hair a lil bit too tight.

We don’t need lube with daddy’s fresh cum still flooding my inside, if its not because my panties, I doubt that I can keep that pink vibrator in me without them slipping out.

Daddy picking up my clothes, it was really short tennis skirt and tight white croptop. I assume daddy doesn’t want me to put on a bra so people can see my pierced nipples while I walk completely dependant on daddy’s arms.

I also wouldn’t see well because Daddy always makes me put on blurry contact lenses every time I go out with him. It limits what I can see, makes me scared not to hold his hand as tightly as I can, to be so feminine with my tiny lil step.

As if it's not enough, Daddy puts on 12cm stilettos on my feet, a special custom pair of high heels Daddy got for me as a gift last year. They came with a padlock, but Daddy never gave me the key. He will lock me in them anytime he wants, and I can't take them off.

"I love how you stumble when you walk in it, babygirl. It makes you look so adorable," he said back then, the first time I tried it on in front of him.

As I finish with my padlock higheels, outfit, a vibrator and blurred eyecontacts, I stand out to reach Daddy with my hands, carefully walking to his arms as I cannot see well. The vibrator and heels combo also limited my movements. But still, I felt thankful that Daddy makes time to take me out and grants me the opportunity to see the outside world.

“Remember the rules before we go out baby?”

"Yes, Daddy," I smiled and recited my rules, "I can't talk to anyone. If I need something, I tell you, and then you can talk on my behalf. If we eat at the restaurant i also can't talk to the waitress by myself!" I feel proud to remember all Daddy's complicated rules inside my tiny little head.

“Goodgirl.”

Daddy is so protective and wants me to be safe by his side. He insists that I walk behind him everywhere he goes, wanting to have all of me for himself.

It surprised me that Daddy took me to his friend's house, where everyone gathered to watch a football game and drink. I know half of the people in there, but of course, I've cut contact with anyone since Daddy has been taking my phone.

Everyone was shocked and asked Daddy why he brought his pet there. Especially when I look so scared, struggle to walk and see without daddy’s arms guiding me.

He paraded me around the whole room, answering questions directed at me and speaking on my behalf since he hasn't allowed me to talk to anyone but him yet.

“She’s not gonna answer your questions, her mouth works just to suck my cock.” Daddy’s jokes made the whole room laugh.

I feel my face blushing as daddy keep telling people that Im not allowed to speak to them.

Remind me of my place as daddy’s property and he is in charge. He can just casually telling me to sit on the floor, open his zip and put his cock in between my lips.

“Suck it.” He ordered, while everyone looked at me laughing and started to record me.

I finally know why Daddy brings me to this place, that I have to cockwarm his cock the entire game.

He put the blanket over me, “To make you focus on my dick instead of the attention you get.” And he is right.

Without to see anything but his dick, I can be extra goodgirl and focus on pleasuring him. Taking his length into my throat until he decide to let me breathe or not, to make myself useful and serving my purpose in life.

I feel emotional to have myself to think while sucking my boyfriend dick at the same time, how much I love him and how much I want to prove my love by submitting to him.

That the only thing I need to focus on is pleasuring him and ready to give him orgasm anytime he wants. Even in front of people I used to know and be friends with.

After he cum and told me to swallow, I stay there, taking turns to kiss his dick or his thigh under the blanket while he have conversation to his friends,

“…Yeah I’m looking for good tattoo artist, gotta mark my pet with my name.”

I listen in silence, knowing so well that he talk about me and my body, he talks about it like it’s none of my business.

And indeed it’s not really any of my business, that’s up to him alone what to do with my body. My body, my mind, my soul belongs to him. . . . . .

(Everyone keeps telling me to make it longer but i feel like posting 1k words is long enough!! Wydt guys, should I make it longer?? Wouldn’t it be boring for you to read?)