A Love Letter of Sorts

Daddy sent me 2 emails last week, and it put us on a new path, one that would leave the monotony of routine life behind.
The first was a love letter of sorts, it said;

So this morning we discussed that we should get you worn out more often.

AND

After our last Paddles trip we discussed that you do not want to be out of control, but under control.

I truly treasure you. You are the most important thing in the world. Let us take this further together.

To be controlled excites you, it excites me to. To be controlled, you must submit. Can you submit with all your heart, mind and body? Will you push yourself when asked? I will expect nothing less.

This is not a discussion. This is a start, not an end. Make no mention or indication on these mails or anything they contain till I get home tonight. If you are ready, open the second mail from your Daddy. He will be home later. No more half-steps. No more half steps because I love you and I always will.

- Daddy

I was not at all sure of what to expect but I had a smile on my face none the less
I opened the 2nd email with the subject line 'A Beginning' for the first of several times that day.
It read;

Instructions from your Daddy

1)      –  XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

2)      – Feel sexy, because you are.

3)      – Shower and shave

a.       I do not expect the shave to be perfect, but I do expect it will be done.

4)      – Think how sexy that pussy will feel to my touch.

5)      – Go in the drawer of my bed side table

a.       Take out
        i.      Collar
        ii.      Blindfold                                                  
        iii.      Keys
        iv.      Two clothespins

6)      – Use the keys to open the toy box in my closet

a.       Take out the blue studded cuffs

7)      – Take out of same closet the bag of rope

a.       Put this on my side of the bed

8)      – Put a phone on the receiver next to the bed.

9)      – Finish the above before 10:00

10)   – At 10:00 retire to the bedroom and lock the door.

11)   – Dress to please me.

a.       This must include underwear.

12)   – At 10:15 put on the cuffs and the collar.

a.       My collar may only be worn when you are told.

13)   – At 10:30 you will begin to masturbate, but only over the underwear.

a.       Toys may be used over the underwear.

14)   – At 10:45 you will add the clothespins to your nipples and put on the blindfold.

15)   – Know I will see you soon.

I can't begin to express what I felt reading this; …excitement, love, anticipation, giddy, sexy, and more. Even now I am getting moist just re-reading it and remembering the night.

I could not wait for evening to come and to begin preparing for Daddy's arrival. I spent the day going through my normal routine  all while thinking of all the naughty things I would be doing.

I followed the instructions as they were laid out for me.
My shower was nice and warm, as I slid my soapy hands all over my wet skin, paying special attention to the fun parts. When it came time to shave my pussy, I'll have to admit I was a bit disappointed. I don't mind the shave, in fact I rather enjoy being "bare down there", I love the skin to skin contact when my Daddy touches me. What was disappointing was the fact that Daddy wasn't going to be doing the landscaping as he has occasionally done for me in the past. I just loooooooove it when he takes the time to groom my pussy to his specifications. It makes me feel so cared for, I love the gentle way he tends to me   ...and of course there is the inevitable slip of his finger ever so slightly over my clit. And then it really gets exciting.
I got out all the specified paraphernalia with anticipation. When I had read that I should take out the bag of rope I knew I was in for a treat. I don't know if Daddy knows just how much I enjoy how creative he gets with the rope.
I decided to get a little creative on my own. Sex for me, as with many women, is in large part mental. I enjoy setting the scene, creating a fantasy in my mind if you will. And external props can carry those fantasies farther. So I decided to put together a playlist; ...our soundtrack for sex. I picked songs that made me think of sex, and songs that were sentimental to us. I then picked out a few candles so that the lighting would be just right, although it really wouldn't matter much to me since I was going to be blindfolded.
I did as I was instructed; I put on my sheer black lingerie with the white embroidery on the breasts, and of course I put on a pair of silky black panties. I liked the way I looked. And I knew Daddy would like the way my huge tits looked pushed up nice and plump ready to be tortured. I readied myself by putting on my wrist cuffs and Daddy's collar that was especially made for me a long time ago.
Over the years, while life was getting in the way, that collar remained locked up in the toy box and only made an appearance now and then. Recently those appearances became regular enough to make the move to the nightstand.  And that makes me Giddy.

Now that I was dressed appropriately, I lit the candles, sat at the edge of my bed and turned on the music. I had to laugh because the first song that my playlist spit out in shuffle mode was “I touch myself” by Divinyls. And that’s what I did.

I laid myself down on our bed and I started to masturbate as instructed, I tugged on my nipples and rolled them between my thumb and fingers, I let one hand slide down my stomach  to my pussy. I slowly let my fingers graze over my panties and find my clit through the thin fabric. As I listened to the music my fingers rubbed and brushed gently over my skin. I allowed myself to use a vibrator but it really only served to frustrate me, knowing I wasn’t to touch myself under my panties.

At the directed time I placed my blindfold over my eyes and clamped the clothes pins on my nipples. The song “Bad Things” by Jace Everett came on as I laid in wait and gently rubbed my pussy over my panties. The anticipation of what was yet to come was truly amazing.

When I heard my Daddy at the door I jumped. He did not say a word. He only came to my side and let his fingers trail over my breasts and gave my already tortured nipples a squeeze and I winced in delight.

He made himself busy preparing his vision for the night. I strained to listen for clues as to what he had in store for me. I could hear him unraveling the rope at the end of the bed. Occasionally he would caress my body in different places depending on where he was standing and what part of my body was within reach. When I was lucky, he would slip his fingers under my panties and play with my clit or dip a few fingers  into my wet cunt before stepping away to finish his ‘busy work’ all around the bed as he attached restraints to our four poster bed.

He comes to me when he is done and tells me to take his hands; he pulls me to my feet and leads me to the foot of the bed. As I stand there helpless with anticipation, he binds me with the rope. I love the feel of it as it slides across my skin, under my breasts, crisscrossing over my chest, pinning my arms to my sides, wrapped around my knees,  and my wrists with hands tightly clasped and bound together. The snug fit was comforting and uncomfortable all at the same time.

Daddy led me back to the bed and instructed me to sit. The rope tugged and tightened in different places but most notably between my legs. It wedged itself tightly between my ass cheeks and rubbed my clit in just the right way when I shifted my body ever so slightly. He assisted me into a reclining position.  He stood back and admired his handy work, and told me how beautiful and sexy I am. And I felt beautiful and sexy. Then I heard him leave the room. I wondered what would be next as I enjoyed the moment and listened to the music.

The next think I heard was “CLICK”, he was taking pictures of me and the thought of that turned me on even more. For a moment my wild imagination pictured a gathering of people taking pictures of me from all angles. I adore being seen and watched. I also loved the idea of getting to see me as Daddy sees me.

After He took a few photos, he put down the camera and began to caress and tease my body, his fingers found their way to my pussy. My cunt was so hungry to be touched. He slid my panties to the side as he fingered me lightly. All the components; the ropes, the blindfold, being bound and not knowing what to expect next had me just so worked up, I NEEDED more, and he knew it. Daddy can always read my body language. Although the writhing and lifting of my pelvis off the mattress to meet his touch was pretty obvious. Daddy reached for my vibrator and wedged it under the ropes and against my clit while he began to untie my legs, I requested that he unbind my wrists too, as I was losing the feeling in my hands. My hands once freed moved instinctively to my cunt, I pulled my panties to the side to get to my clit while my Daddy shoved the vibrator deeper inside of me. There was an urgency to be touched and fucked and to cum. I needed better access to my pussy; my panties were just too tight. I pulled at it to stretch it and the elastic just would not give. Daddy rushed to my rescue by cutting my panties at the crotch allowing full access.

All I wanted was to get fucked. As he worked the vibrator in and out of my cunt, I fervently worked my clit with my fingers. Daddy took over working my clit while my I grasped at the sheets, the mattress, my hair, the pillows, the air, anything that I could get my hands on, as I writhed on the mattress and moaned and purred, and growled. I finally grabbed at the pillow by my head and covered my face with it as I screamed and came all over my Daddy’s hands.

You see when I cum I shoot and spray all over the place. Daddy then shoved his cock deep inside of me and I just came and came and came some more.

Only my Daddy knows how to make my body do that.

And it all began with a love letter of sorts.