Brigette Finds Happiness, or Does She?

The wind blew in through the open attic window and bird song floated in with the breeze. Brigette’s right nipple puckered from the cool air passing over her naked and trapped body. Her left nipple would have puckered too, except it ached in pain.

A simple wood clamp crushing her most delicate nip. It was now just a purple protruding nub of throbbing flesh between the wood.

She licked her semen covered lips and then shivered as another gust of air passed over her bound body. The shudder in her legs causing her knees to slip on the smooth hardwood floor, and the rope to tighten frighteningly around her soft long neck. Her left arm screamed in agony as the weight of her body pulled on it.

Her right her arm tugged futilely on the rope harness fixing it firm to the middle of her arching back, she choked out a meekly sounding, “Oh Gawd… help me Sir, please Daddy..this hurts.” And then she just whimpered, as the coarse ropes dug in everywhere on her smooth lightly tanned skin.

A whimper that turned into a squeal and then a fighting gurgle. Her knees had slipped again and her bound legs spread wider on the smooth hard wood floor. A loud choked groan then erupted from her open gasping mouth, as her pussy filled up with another excruciating inch of hard rubber.

The tip of the phallic device pushing with extra discomfort up into her throbbing pussy. Its bulbous tip putting horrible pressure on her feminine insides. Her cervix being tormented by the upward pressure of the hard rubber tool.

“Careful there my pretty little rope slut, don’t want you to strangle yourself by the time Daddy gets back. It’s so much better when you pass out with my cock in your throat.” He murmured above her.

He was somewhat concerned about her choking, but her stretched out left arm would keep her from strangling herself long enough, it always had before. And her quivering legs, while bent and trapped in rope, were extremely strong from her daily running routine.

Deciding to help his struggling little sub, he gripped her hair and used the sides of his heavy Doc Martin’s to kick back in her bound legs. His semi erect cock was still bouncing around in front of her anguished face as he helped her.

He then took the toe of his boot and rubbed it into the delicate pink skin parting around the ribbed rubber dildo disappearing up into her drenched pussy. He ran the rough solid sole and leather toe of his boot up and down over the freshly tattooed and simply put, “owned”, along with a red arrow that pointed to her currently tormented sex.

“Better princess? This where your Daddy should stick his boot?” he growled lustfully.

“Yes Daddy…yes please.” She moaned as his boot did firm little circles right below the red arrow, etched into her bare mound. He loved how it reminded her, every time she looked down, that her cunt was not hers, but his, to do with as he pleased.

Her head circled around in the ropes, as she groaned out her bound pleasure of having her owner, boot fuck her clit. After a few minutes he pulled his boot away, as her hips began to rock back and forth.

“NO Daddy..pleassse don’t stop!” she choked out. The taut ropes trapping her neck making it hard for her to talk. Her face was flush and he could see her hips twitching from being so close to coming on his black leather boot toe.

His cock had regrown hard as he teased and tormented her clit. He could see the abrasions from his boot on her pale skin, just above her spreading pussy lips. Her clit was now red and swollen and a tear trickled from the corner of each of her wet pouting eyes.

He set about wiping the remnants of her earlier saliva and some of his cum off his dick with a long piece of cloth fabric. He then placed the cloth in his left hand and grasped his re-erect cock with his right.

“You know princess, you sometimes protest too much. Time to plug your sweet cum hole up for the evening then.” He stated with no regard for her whimpering pleadings. His fist now stroking away rapidly at his cock.

He placed the cloth in front of his cock as he came again from fisting himself. His hot white ejaculate landing in the cloth in copious splotches. The entire time she writhed in her ropes from her denied orgasm. She whined below him, mumbling that things ‘weren’t fair…that she wanted to cum’.

The cloth now nicely soiled with both their wetness, he stretched out between his flexing arms. Then he bent down, “Open up my sweet rope slut. Time to let your mouth soak in my leftovers. You like the taste of my cum anyway you can get it…don’t you princess?”

She gulped and then tried to nod, the ropes biting painfully into her neck as she moved about uselessly on the floor. The dildo shoved up into her pussy and the painful nipple clamp were keeping her tortuously on that edge of orgasm.

She so wanted to beg her Daddy to ‘please finish her off.’ But she knew the ramifications of such outspoken behaviour. And they could be painful and long. Better to suffer through this current torment and then let him ‘reward’ her later for being a ‘good slave.’

Brigette opened her mouth obediently and let him wedge the fabric in firmly between her lips. She bit down on the soft material, her tongue finding a soggy and still warm splotch of his semen. He wrapped the fabric tight behind her head and tied it in a firm **** as she tasted the tang of his semen spread into her mouth.

Her watery eyes now travelled upward, his cock still bouncing around right there at her eye level as he prepared to tuck it away. He shifted his hips forward and let the head of his ample penis travel around her utterly submissive looking face.

He stepped back finally, after rubbing her whimpering slave girl tears all over her flushed face. He put his semi erect cock back in his trousers and then dropped to one knee. He cupped her chin and then smiled with all the happiness that came from knowing he owned her, showing on his face.

“Feeling utterly hopeless Brigette?” he asked as he ran his fingers around the parted folds of her impaled sex. God he loved the look of her cunt getting skewered like this. And apparently her stretched and stuffed pussy liked it too, given how much moisture was beginning to drip down the dildo.

“YPHH PHRRR” she mumbled, trying to reply to her Daddy the best she could hope for.

Her delicate ripples of flesh, spreading and surrounding the hard rubber, were slick with her aroused cunt juices. His fingers came back out from between her forced wide legs, wet and shining.

He couldn’t wait to tell her later, that she would be spending the long dark night like this, except stuffed with a much larger dildo and its strapped along for the ride vibrator. A guaranteed method of having his rope slut screaming for mercy…all night long, while he slept soundly two floors below.

Brigette’s Daddy kissed his slick fingers and then touched them to that fresh tattoo placed just above her hairless and still reddish pubic mound. The simple word ‘owned’ again making him smile with the knowledge that he did own every inch of her private parts.

A private part currently beautifully impaled by a ribbed rubber dildo tool and making her moan *****santly around the damp soggy cloth wedged in her mouth. “My oh my princess, you look so incredibly hot, sexy and delicious tied up in my ropes.”

His statement made her groan and then squeal as he finished his compliment by grasping the wooden nipple clamp. He proceeded to twist it around, like 30 minutes on a clock. He smiled looking down on her shaking body, her right hand, tied uselessly behind her back, almost white from fisting it in pain.

He decided on a taunt to end their little session, even though she had been semi-obedient so far. Sucking on his cock like a champion and even washing his balls with her tongue, before he gagged her.

“Now behave my lovely thing. You don’t want master to clamp your other delicate tiny titty, do you?” he smirked.

Brigette, clamped her eyes shut as the pain in her A cup breast subsided. She shook her head slightly, pleading in her mind for him not to clamp her other nipple. The pain in her left one now currently almost unbearable.

Then she moaned around her drool and semen drenched cleave gag as his hand stroked her hair and his black leather boot tapped at the handle of the dildo. The subtle vibration travelling up through her stuffed pussy, made her moan and tremble.

“Oh my *********** likes that eh?, hmmm. Tap ..Tap..Tap” he voiced, as he did actually tap the dildo’s wood handle.

She clamped her eyes shut and wished for him to keep up the demented tapping. Her entire lower torso was on fire again and she could just begin to feel her pelvic muscles spasm. Then the almost unbearable tapping stopped, and she let out a mournful scream into her gag. ‘Nooo not again’ her mind reeled in protest.

When she opened her eyes again, ready to beg screaming through the gag for him to finish her off, she saw her Daddy was getting something. He placed it down in front of her forcibly spread legs. It was the most devilishly looking dildo and vibrator combo she had ever seen.

And even so uncomfortably bound in the coarse snug ropes, even with the soggy cum coated gag stuffed in her mouth, even with a dildo impaled up into her pussy and knocking threateningly at her cervix….and even with her nipple crushed and throbbing…She managed a weak smile around the gag.

“For later princess.” Is all he said as he patted her shocked and dismayed head. He then turned and left the attic.

Leaving Brigette’s flustered mind to run rampant with a multitude of aroused and anxious thoughts, of what that thing would do to her restrained and captive body. And she wanted it now, needed it now. Her orgasm denied quivering body needed release…NOW!

But her panting gagged pleas, her mournful begging for him to return NOW!… Wafted out the window and into the beautiful spring day..To be heard only by the birds..as she suffered and whimpered alone in her ropes.