Standing on the living room coffee table, wearing nothing but a pair of underwear. I have never felt sexier.
Feeling daddy’s hands wind around me following by the prickle of the rope, the tension on the rope growing tighter the further along daddy gets. As he stares up at me once hes finished his handy work he smiles with a twinkle in his eye “you look so beautiful”
Talk about an ego boost.
Strung to the bedroom door, rope binding both my hands and ankles with the joining rope hanging tightly against my swollen clit, waiting in anticipation for daddy to return. Then I hear it, the tell-tale sound of daddy’s return.
He enters the room, fumbling with something behind me, and then it begins. Smack after smack across my back, legs and ass. The flogger. Daddy does not grant me any mercy as he goes to town making my body yet another wonderful piece of his art. My body twitching with each blow, unable to move enough to escape but enough to rub the rope between my legs just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through my entire body.
After what feels like hours of being on my knees tied at daddy’s mercy I begin to grow weak, baring all weight on the ropes and door. Daddy continues to land blow after blow to my sore and marked body.
Both very separate and different occasions, yet both drawn together by rope play.