We finally get back to the house, and I can tell Daddy’s still pissed at me. He doesn’t even help carry any of the groceries in, so I end up making six trips back to the car in the midday heat and still totally nude. By the end I was dripping in sweat and had a sandwich waiting for me. Even pissed I know Daddy will take care of me. I’m so thirsty I down three bottles of water alongside my lunch.

I finish the sandwich–still covered in sweat–and decide to go find Daddy to thank him. I walk into the living room where I see him sitting on the couch fully naked, not even socks. My cock immediately springs to life as my jaw drops. I’m almost drooling. This is the first time Daddy has allowed me to see him nude. I saw his penis when he fucked my face, but now I get to see everything.

“Time for your punishment, boy,” he said. How is this a punishment? I shouldn’t have even thought that.

He reveals a rope from behind his back, pushes me down into a chair, and ties me to it with my hands behind my back. Being restrained like this has my cock throbbing more than ever before. He approaches me with a blindfold, and as he’s tying it around my eyes he says, “Time for the worst edging of your life, boy.”

The next thirty minutes are absolutely agonizing as Daddy strokes me, sucks me, fingers me and uses me. And I can’t see any of it. I am trying to hump his hand to get more pleasure, but he pulls away every time. I feel his foot step up on my thigh as his cock forces it way into my mouth every now and then. At the end of the thirty minutes my cock is throbbing so much I’m willing to bet it has turned purple–but I wouldn’t know–and I feel a shower of warm cum spray over me as Daddy lets out a series of moans and groans with every rope. Then, I hear him leave the room with me still restrained, blindfolded, hard as fuck and covered in his cum.

He comes back another thirty minutes later to edge me some more. He’s being extremely careful not to make me cum, but it is taking immense self control on my end. The last thing I want is to make him more mad at me. This session lasts a full hour and includes the added sensation of head polishing. “Oh, oh my god! Please, Daddy! I can’t take it!” I’m yelling as his hand makes circles around my head. “You can and you will, son,” he replies. When the hour is up he ends the session with another shower of his cum. Seriously? He’s gotten three orgasms since I’ve been here and I haven’t even gotten one? I know better than to express my disappointment.

This time I get an hour long break, and at the fifty minute mark I feel the water from lunch is ready for release.

To be continued in Part 5.