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Pain slut phone sexPain slut phone sex With your sexy daughter to beat your meat too. Let me tell you a story about my own big dicked daddy that you wouldn’t believe! But you have seen it in the news that daughters caged and used for sexual gratification for parents really happens. But for me, it was erotic and made me into the kinkster I am today. By the time you are done! Reading this you will understand that daughters are meant to be daddies pleasure princesses.

Pain slut phone sex for my big dicked wicked daddy

One evening, my daddy, with his thick erect cock in hand, said to me, “Now, my sweet girl, you’re going to be the one to pleasure me tonight.” I’d always had a kinky side, a thirst for pain, and daddy knew it. He guided my hand, his thick member pulsing in my grasp. “Tonight,” he whispered hoarsely, “we’ll become one.” 

 

From My cage, I begged to do anything to be released. And when the cuffs were placed on me, I already knew what he wanted. I had been subjected to 36 hours of submissive whore porn with no food. Only his cock and a bottle of water were available to me. And if I pissed myself he would beat me, this I already knew!  I was his sexual plaything, and he made sure I knew it. Every night, he would spank me until I was red and raw, and then have his way with me. I would whimper as his thick, throbbing cock plunged into my pussy, moaning as he fucked me with great force.

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As I grew older, I craved more than just daddy’s big dick and huge handed spankings. I wanted something rougher, something more degrading. I longed for the pain that would make my body tremble, the kind of pain that would consume me entirely. One night, I finally revealed my deepest desires to my daddy.

“Daddy,” I whispered, “I want you to hurt me.  I want to be used, degraded, and completely under your control.”

My desires were not for the faint of heart, but he was more than willing to satisfy them. The next evening, he brought out his most wicked toys: a flogger, a riding crop, and a set of nipple clamps. He bound me to the floor, my wrists and ankles stretched wide, my pussy aching with need. With each swish of the flogger, I arched my back, feeling the sting of the leather against my skin. Daddy ran the crop down my spine, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The clamps pinched my nipples, and Then I knew I was my daddies Submissive phone sex slave forever!

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