Chapter 22
Twenty-Two
Briana
I’ve never been this humiliated in my entire life. I can’t think of anything that would be worse. But I’m wrong, because a moment later, something even more embarrassing happens.
Daddy’s fingers disappear as he says, “Hold just like that, pretty girl. Daddy is going to take pictures of your tight little asshole before I start and then again several times during the process.”
All the blood drains from my face. I’ve prepared myself emotionally for him to breach my forbidden hole, but not for him to take pictures of it. It’s very hard for me not to protest.
Daddy has so many compromising pictures of me that I’ve lost count. The only part of me he doesn’t have photos of yet is my asshole. And now he does.
“Pull your cheeks wider, naughty girl.”
My fingers are strained from holding myself open for him. For the millionth time, I’m wondering why the hell I would consent to this. It’s mindboggling how much power I give this stranger.
“Good girl. Let’s open you up now.” He sets one hand on the small of my back as a finger rims my hole.
I take a deep breath and try to think of anything else. Math equations might work.
“Relax your rectum, Briana.” His finger pushes inside me.
I gasp at the intrusion. It doesn’t hurt, but it feels very strange. Forbidden. Dirty. I don’t like it.
He eases his finger in and out, going deeper each time. His other hand disappears, and the next thing I know, he’s touching my clit.
Flinching, I struggle not to pull away.
“You will endure having your bottom filled no matter what, princess. It’s possible you will never like it, but you will bend over and let Daddy stuff your tight hole without hesitation every time I require it because your job is to please me.
However, it would be nice if you got pleasure from it, too, so I will train your body to crave anal penetration. ”
My arousal is growing while he speaks. There’s no way to avoid it with him rubbing my clit. It’s at odds with the fact that I don’t like his finger inside me. I hope he’s almost done.
When he removes his finger, I blow out a relieved breath.
“I’m going to use a dilator now, princess. It’s narrower at the end and gets gradually wider. I will ease it deeper and deeper into your ass, stretching you.”
I whimper. My body is so confused. The two sensations are incongruent with each other.
The blunt head of the dilator pushes past the tight ring of muscles. It’s much wider than his finger, and like he said, it gets tighter the deeper he pushes it.
“Hurts, Daddy.”
“I know, princess. Try to relax. Let your body adjust. My cock is wider than this dilator. This is only the beginning of your training. Every day you will take a larger rod until your bottom can accommodate the pressure.”
I grit my teeth. It’s hard to imagine having anything bigger inside me. I can’t believe I’m letting him even touch my rosebud, let alone enter it. I’m living in an alternate universe.
He gathers wetness from between my folds and resumes playing with my clit.
“The dilator stays inside you until you come, Briana,” he declares in his firm, no-nonsense voice.
“I suggest you focus on your pussy and let your pleasure grow. The longer you fight it, the longer we will be here. I can fuck your tight ass all night, pretty girl.”
His words are so crude, but they make me hornier. He always makes me wet when he says such filthy things to me. Because, obviously, I’m perverse.
As he circles my clit, the need to come grows. I know I can orgasm, and I will, but it’s humiliating doing so while he’s penetrating me in the naughtiest location. But I’m deprived. Since the first time he gave me an orgasm, I’ve been constantly aroused.
Now my body craves the release. It wasn’t on my radar before, so I had no idea what I was missing. But I need his touch, and he hasn’t let me come for almost a week. I don’t dare touch my pussy without permission.
Sometimes, I wish I could just stroke myself to completion. I could do it in the bath or in bed late at night, or hell, most days I could probably do it in a bathroom stall on campus. That’s how horny I am.
I don’t know why I get aroused every time I text him an update on my location or let him know what I’m doing. It has something to do with my obedience. Apparently, I have a deep desire to please my Daddy, and doing so makes my pussy swollen.
“You’re doing so well, princess. I’m so proud of you. Show Daddy how good it feels. Let your cunt pulse.”
I wish he would put his fingers inside my vagina. I crave that kind of penetration. But he doesn’t, and I don’t dare ask.
It’s backwards that he’s violating my bottom when he hasn’t entered my pussy yet.
He pinches the swollen bundle of nerves.
“Give it to me, Briana. I know it’s hard.
It’s embarrassing to admit how much you like Daddy thrusting into your dirty little asshole.
But you will come for me. You will show me that you enjoy being violated in this way.
It feels good to turn your body over to me.
It feels so amazing to obey Daddy. Every time you do as you’re told, your cunt creams for me. ”
I moan as he talks in that low voice that makes me horny all by itself. I also start rocking. Undulating against his fingers like a desperate little slut.
That’s what I’ve become. A dirty slut. Daddy’s dirty slut. At that thought, my body seizes, and I finally reach my peak. Lifting my head as waves of pleasure wash through me, I groan long and deep. Thank goodness my roommates are not home.
“Such a good girl.” He eases the pressure of his fingers on my clit and slows the thrusts of the dilator until removing both altogether.
I’m panting, exhausted, still holding my cheeks apart. Eventually, it occurs to me that he’s taking more pictures. I shudder to think what they look like.
A whine escapes my lips when something else firm touches my tortured hole.
Daddy gives my butt a firm swat. “You will not whine, naughty girl. Control the urge. You will learn to accept everything Daddy introduces you to without hesitation. Training your body and mind are my top priorities. Now I want you to reach back with one hand and take this plug from me.”
Plug? Fuck.
I did enough research to know what a butt plug is. I’m not pleased with this development, but I release one of my cheeks and extend that hand toward my asshole.
Daddy puts the glass bulb into my fingers. “You will insert it yourself as punishment for your naughty outburst. I want you to ease it in and out slowly until I tell you to stop. I’m going to film you.”
I purse my lips to avoid whimpering. That’s what got me into this mess in the first place. My unacceptable noises of protest.
“Whenever you’re ready, princess.”
I can’t believe I’m going to violate my own ass. My hand is shaking. Once again, the desire to deny him consumes me. But I don’t want to risk another round of silent treatment. I get lonely when he doesn’t come to me.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, no is not an answer Daddy understands. It never will be. There is no room for negotiation. Daddy is asking me to accept every single thing he adds to our relationship without question. If I can’t do so, he’ll stop coming.
Daddy makes the rules. He’s strict. He’s made it clear that I either obey him or we won’t be together. And every single day, I slide deeper under his thumb because I crave his attention. I can’t live without it. It would destroy me if we were over.
I line the tip of the glass plug up with my rosebud and slowly push it into my bottom. The center is wide and makes me wince, an audible hiss escaping at the painful stretch. Once it’s seated in place, I let out a breath. I survived.
But then I remember he told me to do it over and over, so I grit my teeth and pop the plug out of me, crying out in the process.
Daddy says nothing. He’s busy filming my filthy actions.
I line the plug up with my hole and do it again. It doesn’t hurt quite as badly this time. And again. I lose track of how many times I push it in and pull it back out.
Finally, Daddy stops me. “Leave it in now, princess.” He gently takes my hand in his and cleans my fingers with a wet cloth. When he’s done, he lifts my hips a few inches and pulls the pillows out from under me.
I’m a rag doll as he arranges me on my side and lifts the covers over me. He kisses my temple.
All my focus is on the plug in my ass.
“You’ll leave this inside you all night.
In the morning, you may take it out. I left a leather case in your bathroom.
Wash the plug and put it in the first slot.
Before you leave for class tomorrow, lube the next size plug and insert it.
You’ll wear it while you’re on campus. It stays in until you get back to your room. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, mortification creeping up my face. I don’t know why I’m surprised every time he adds something even more humiliating to my regimen. I shouldn’t be. Will he ever run out of ways to embarrass me?
“From now on, when you use the toilet, make sure the camera captures your pussy and the plug. The plugs are different colors, so I will know if you have inserted one that is too small.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What will you do first thing after classes tomorrow?”
“Practice taking your cock deeper in my mouth, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” His voice is filled with pride, which makes my heart rate pick up. There’s no better feeling than when Daddy praises me. It’s what I live for. It’s why we’re in the most unconventional relationship on the planet.