The Roast Was Tenderized

Daddy came over Thursday night and sure as shit I was immediately punished for my lack of attention to my homework. My ankles were shackled, I was laid on my back with my feet up, my wrists were then shackled and my hands were secured behind my knees exposing my pussy. Daddy then took off his belt. "It was 22 days ago I reminded you about your homework. I gave you a pass on 3 days so that leaves 19 days that you were willfully disobedient to me." His arm went back and I felt a solid crack on my pussy and he counted, "that's one...." I winced in anticipation of the blows. It was incredibly painful and I cried out. He silenced me with the bit. He continued counting out the blows directly to my cunt, occasionally landing one that wasn't so bad, which he would deem didn't count. I earned some extra ones for allowing my legs to drop and defensive posturing.

After my punishment was complete, Daddy laid next to me and talked to me. I really wish I could develop a poker face because even gagged, my eyes told him everything I was thinking. He again told me that I am not going anywhere and I will be obedient. The punishments will be more frequent and severe until I comply. He liked talking to me gagged, me not having the ability to do anything but nod my head indicating I understood. After he finished his lecture he released me from my cuffs and gag.

He doesn't like feeling that I am just beginning to trust him. I have heard a lot of talk from a lot of men over the years and mostly it is that, just talk. Daddy says things like, "Hopefully, if sometime in the future we are living under the same roof..." and of course my mind immediately goes to the sub-text that us living together is not a certainty. I do not think I could stand to live like this forever, isolated and sleeping alone every night only seeing Daddy a couple of times a week. I have done it for too long as it is and I would never knowingly sign up for this lifestyle permanently. Never. Thursday he told me that he will build us a house and I am going to be his perverted partner forever. It could be a couple of years out, but it will happen and he wants it too. That makes me feel much better.

He fucked me hard, commenting that he never has used a slut's pussy as much as he has mine. He favors the ass almost to exclusion of the other holes but for some reason he likes to use all three of mine. I take an odd sense of satisfaction in knowing that. I love being fucked any which way but when he is on top of me and we are looking into each other's eyes, me brushing the hair back so I can really watch him as he fucks me, it is dreamy and hot. I love him.

He brought some Indian food over. My experience with Indian food has been vomit inducing but I said I would give it another go. I am open to trying most things, especially with food. I really enjoyed our dinner and Daddy description of what everything was, how it was prepared and even comparing different regions of Indian cooking. Daddy can be a nerd, one of the things I like most about him.

He wasn't feeling well so we were mellow for the rest of the night. We changed my CM profile together trolling for chicks. He and I scanned the personals and emailed a couple of girls we thought might be good girlfriend material for me. He came across several he has spoken to over the years and we both laughed as he told me about those experiences. I think having my own girlfriend might alleviate some of the pressure off of Daddy. I genuinely hate living alone and having someone to sleep with and hang out with and fuck on a more regular basis is something I need. The idea is that she will be mine and depending on how things go, I may share her with Daddy. I am open to creating any different kind of relationship. I have already gotten a couple of responses back! I am excited...

My pussy is marked from the belt and incredibly sore. Sadly I think I am out of commission for a few days. Daddy is coming over tomorrow. We didn't have much time to see each other this week so it will be nice to have more time with him. Next weekend, I meet The Others. I am surprisingly calm about meeting his other two submissives. I think it is about time and shows that he is serious about incorporating me into his life. Polyamory is not my ideal situation at all but I am getting accustomed to the idea. Daddy never makes me feel like I am getting 1/3 of anything from him so it is palatable. My concern is that knowing it is going on is different than seeing it first hand and there is no way to know how I will respond when confronted with it. It is real and I am going to be part of it.

While I am sitting in this hard wooden chair with my throbbing pussy I am going to get on my homework. Look at that, punishment actually works.