Itâs been a long stressful day. You come home to candles burning, lights out and a hot bath. Even surprised you with some rose pedals and a bath bomb. While youâre soaking I give you a massage on your shoulders. Part of what you require is physical touch and I do my best to provide the perfect environment for you.
I can feel your body relaxing in my hands. The tension is fading. You are feeling like a new woman. Renewed and rejuvenated. Itâs like you melted in my hands. Soon your eyes start to close. Feeling of euphoria washing over you. You are at peace.
Now it is time for me to give you what I know you need.
My hands leave your shoulders and I stand up. Sleepily you ask me where Iâm going and I say nowhere. Just resituating. Moving to the side of the tub and let one hand find your shoulder so you know Iâm there. Youâre comforted. Then the other hand finds the opposite shoulder. Suddenly you feel my hands wrap around your throat and clench. My touch is not loving. It sends a jolt of adrenaline through your body.
You donât know what is happening. My hands start to push you under the water. You cannot breathe you cannot see you cannot scream your left at my mercy. Panic sets in.
Is this really how it ends? The question immediately pops into your mind. As I feel your body begin to go limp I raise you out of the water so that you may catch your breath, lightening my stranglehold on your throat. When I feel you have settled just enough, I clench my hands around your throat again and back under the water you go.
What is this sadistic l game he is playing?
Same thing happens. Wait until your body is almost limp in my hands before letting you out of the water. With one hand around your throat, I tell you the only way to avoid being put back under is for you to lose your ability to breathe another way. Yanking you up by your hair. You have no balance and no strength. I toss your naked body down, pushing you to your knees.
Now youâre aware of my plan⌠Now youâre aware of how you will be without oxygen. Your jaw is seized shut. You were clinging on for any breath that you can get because you donât know when youâll be able to get another. It is then that I tell you you have two options either I dunk your head back in the water or you open your mouth and take daddyâs cock down your throat like a good girl⌠like his good little slut.
As youâre about to say, âplease, daddy,â I notice your mouth open and instantly jam my cock down your throat. Youâre choking. Cannot breathe. That feeling of euphoria has returned.
The bath was nice and you loved the candles. What you needed wasnât romantic, it was something different. All I needed was to lower your guard, to make you feel at ease. So then I could torture you, petrify you, erase all problems from your mind. Nothing but feelings fear and excitement remained.
Once that was done, all that was left to do was have my way with you so you could stay in that frame of mind. Thankful to be breathing and not dwelling on anything else. Thankful daddy took it upon himself to remove the bad day from your mind. For the next couple of hours, daddy fucked the ever living shit out of his little girl. He was rough. He was demanding. You were his fuck toy to use as he saw fit. Until all you could do after was say, âthank you daddy.â
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