The Trip Chapter 3
I woke up around 3 in the morning. A quick trip to the bathroom and then in the kitchen for a glass of water, which I then refilled and brought back to the bedroom. Papi was sleeping peacefully, and I slid back into bed. But sleep eluded me.
I was thinking of all the nice “furniture” in the dungeon on the ground floor and all the naughty ways Papi could have me squirming and screaming. Only normal that I got a little frisky. I turned around to face Papi, and was looking at him.
“Sleep, Princess…”
“I can’t Papi, and if I can’t sleep then so shouldn’t you…”
“You just earned 2 spanks. What with the brattiness, uh?” Papi’s eyes were still closed.
“I am feeling naughty Papi…”
“Maybe time to put that naughtiness to a good use then…”
Aaah I knew exactly what Papi meant! “Oh yes Papi!!! Right away!!”
“Good girl…” and I dived under the covers to position myself between Papi’s legs. We both sleep in the nude so I did not have any fabric impediment and could see that Papi was already getting a little hard, maybe in anticipation of what my potty mouth was going to do.
I started blowing air on Papi’s cock which jolted and let me know it was waking up nicely. I nuzzled my face in his crotch and breathed in his musky scent. Papi’s smell always made me very wet and needy, but most of all I wanted to give something back to the best DD anyone could ever had.
I grabbed Papi’s cock and started licking the tip, slowly, following the grooves, feeling the head swelling under my tongue and the shaft getting harder in my hands.
Papi moved one hand on my head and caressed me, and when I stopped he pulled my hair a little, a sign that I had to carry on.
My hands were moving up and down on his shaft, which was rock hard by now, and the head was engorged and glistening. My wicked tongues was licking it like a delicious ice cream, sucking it, scr****g my teeth on it.
My right hand went to cup and massage Papi’s balls and then pushed a little further down, pressing on the perineum whilst my index lightly invaded Papi’s hole.
Papi was hissing and whispering “Princess…” so I resurfaced and asked him “Use me Papi, make me feel you need my mouth.”
Papi got out of bed and dragged me by the hair to the edge, turned me around so that my head was falling off and I was facing up. I opened my mouth, breathed in deeply and nodded. And Papi slowly slid his rigid cock in my mouth, pushing a little more each time. I was fighting my gag reflex, most of the times failing, and each time Papi was grunting because my throat was squeezing him.
Papi’s pace got faster, not caring if I needed air anymore, not caring if I was chocking. And I was loving the power this all had on me, how I was coughing and feeling constricted but doing all this for Papi’s pleasure, because he wanted it, because he owns me, all of me.
Tears were streaming down my eyes and dropping on the floor whilst Papi was furiously fucking my mouth but my mind was racing and my heart was full.
With a guttural scream Papi burst into my throat then immediately pulled out.
“Swallow it all Princess” and I did. He then carefully pulled me back onto the bed and joined me, cradling me in his arms, whispering sweet words in my ears, telling me what a good girl I was to let him fuck my throat. I was happy and content. I did good for Papi, Papi was happy and that was my reward.
I fell asleep and I woke up few hours later with the smell of coffee. I pulled a tshirt on and joined Papi in the kitchen.
“Good morning Princess! How are you today?”
I circled Papi with my arms “All good Papi! But even better if you can make me a coffee!”
We sat down at the table in silence, drinking some amazing Italian coffee. After a few minutes Papi mentioned the dire weather, been raining for few hours and the sky was dark. We discussed the possibility to explore the facilities in the dungeon and we both agreed that it would be a fantastic way to spend the day.
I took a shower and after smothering myself in moisturiser I picked up some nice lingerie and a long black shirt. Then I went downstairs bare feet.
Papi was waiting for me, sitting cross legged in the big leather armchair. He had black trousers and a grey shirt, last two buttons open, no socks or shoes. He had a red leather flogger in his hands. Classical music was playing softly.
“Kneel, Princess” so I did.
“This morning you are mine. You are going to allow Papi to do everything he wants, you are going to suffer for me and show me your devotion. You are not allowed to speak unless I ask you to, but you are allowed to vocalise your pain and pleasure. Yellow and Red are the usual safety words should you need to use them. Do you understand?”
“Yes Papi, understood”
“Good girl. Stand up and undress” and he got up as well, took my hand and led me towards the St. Andrew’s cross. An array of toys, floggers and paddles was arranged on a trolley next to it. He waited for me to dispose of my shirt and lingerie then Papi put leather cuffs with rings on my wrists and ankles, hooked my hands up and connected a spreader bar to my feet.
I was facing away from Papi and breathing heavily. I felt two hands on me, one on my left boob, pinching my nipple and the other between my legs.
“My my, Princess is getting aroused. Let’s see if we can do better”
I was definitely very wet, Papi in a Dom mood speaking to me in a sultry commanding voice always got me very weak and needy…
Papi moved to the trolley, and I could feel him moving stuff around. He then moved back and pinched my bottom “Lets see if we can get some colour on this ass” and started lightly flogging my butt cheeks, fast and jumping between the two. This was a very pleasant light touch, and I knew my skin was turning a lovely pink shade.
He then stopped and murmured “hmm we need more” and went back to the trolley.
WHACK!! I gasped, more surprised by the noise than the sting of pain. Ah, the heart paddle. That bitch hurts like hell but leaves lovely heart shaped marks.
“Focus Princess. I want you to count and thank Papi. We’re going to do 20. If you lose count, we start again.”
Papi’s voice was stern and direct.
The first hit on my left check was hard. “One. Thank you Papi”, soon followed by another one on my right cheek. “Two. Thank you Papi”
I was expecting my third on the left cheek again but no. Right again. Typical Papi, throwing in a little spanner. “Three. Thank you Papi”
My ass was already on fire and the pain was getting intense. By 15 I was struggling to keep focus and a couple of times I had to think before uttering my number. After 20 hits I was hanging from the cross with my head down and silently crying in pain. But my heart was swelling because I did not lose the count for Papi.
Two arms circled me and I could hear Papi’s fatigued voice murmuring in my ear “My Princess. So good, taking all this pain for Papi. And Papi is so hard for his Princess. But we’re not done yet.”
His hands started pulling my nipples. Hard, furiously. Kneading my boobs whilst breathing hard. One last pull and he moved away.
Again I could hear him rummaging on the trolley. My ass was throbbing, and I was desperate for some soothing caress. I was not sure I could take any more pain today. At the same time I was incredibly aroused because I knew Papi was too.
Suddenly Papi started unlocking my ankles and wrists. I almost collapsed on the floor but Papi held me and took me to the chaise longue. Pulled my arms up and tied the wrists to the ring at the top of the chair. He then spread my legs, exposing my wet and dripping pussy, and tied my ankles to the chair legs.
“I need to deny you the sense of vision, Princess” and proceeded to blindfold me.
“You are being a very good girl for Papi today. You will be rewarded.”
I heard the swish of the crop and then the familiar sting on my nipple.
“You want the crop, Princess? Answer to Papi”
“Yes Papi. I will take whatever you require”
“But is too easy Princess. Today I really need you to suffer for me. Really really suffer. This will please me very much.”
“I will not need you to count for this one. Just focus on the pain and what it means for both of us. How the pain sets us free. How it makes us feel closer… tell me what you feel Princess”
“Yes Papi. All this for you. Always.”
A sharp pain on my left nipple then the left. Very tight clamps had been applied. And then the sting of the crop again, this time on the squeezed nipples. Fast, so painful, so intense. My tears were flowing but I could also feel my clit swelling. Papi’s fingers invaded me, pushed, pulled and pinched my swollen clit.
“Open your mouth” and I eagerly licked his fingers clean of my salty juices.
Papi’s attention, and his crop, then moved to my lower belly and pussy. Always hitting, relentlessly and painfully.
“Your pussy is so red Princess. I love it”. I wanted to reply but I had to focus and remembered I wasn’t allowed to speak. My body was a trembling mess of pain and pleasure. I felt my nipples were about to explode and I was slowly descending into subspace.
The hitting stopped. Then Papi’s hand was caressing my throbbing labia. His hands moved to my nipples. The first clamp came out and I almost screamed in pain, but Papi’s soothed the pulsating bud with his mouth. Then the second one came off and again Papi’s mouth came to the rescue.
“You are not going to get an orgasm today, Princess. Today is for Papi. Papi needed to see you taking all his punishment. I welcome your tears and your pain is my pleasure. And you have done so well, so so well. You now have permission to speak again” and he took away the blindfold.
But I could not say a word. All I could do was smile through the tears. Papi untied me and helped me on my feet. Then took me to the big bed, sat me down and asked me to lie down. He went to the wardrobe to pick up a blanket, some water and a bar of dark chocolate.
He covered me with the blanket, opened the bottle and made me drink few sips. He then lay beside me, encircling me with his arms, and put a small cube of chocolate in my mouth.
“My Princess has been so good. Papi has been so hard throughout the scene. I loved seeing your tears, your red raw skin, knowing you accepted all this pain for me. My good girl. My Princess.”
I was floating, smelling Papi’s perfume and feeling all the butterflies in my stomach fluttering at once. Papi was here with me, telling me I was his good girl, and the world did not exist anymore.
I was thinking of all the nice “furniture” in the dungeon on the ground floor and all the naughty ways Papi could have me squirming and screaming. Only normal that I got a little frisky. I turned around to face Papi, and was looking at him.
“Sleep, Princess…”
“I can’t Papi, and if I can’t sleep then so shouldn’t you…”
“You just earned 2 spanks. What with the brattiness, uh?” Papi’s eyes were still closed.
“I am feeling naughty Papi…”
“Maybe time to put that naughtiness to a good use then…”
Aaah I knew exactly what Papi meant! “Oh yes Papi!!! Right away!!”
“Good girl…” and I dived under the covers to position myself between Papi’s legs. We both sleep in the nude so I did not have any fabric impediment and could see that Papi was already getting a little hard, maybe in anticipation of what my potty mouth was going to do.
I started blowing air on Papi’s cock which jolted and let me know it was waking up nicely. I nuzzled my face in his crotch and breathed in his musky scent. Papi’s smell always made me very wet and needy, but most of all I wanted to give something back to the best DD anyone could ever had.
I grabbed Papi’s cock and started licking the tip, slowly, following the grooves, feeling the head swelling under my tongue and the shaft getting harder in my hands.
Papi moved one hand on my head and caressed me, and when I stopped he pulled my hair a little, a sign that I had to carry on.
My hands were moving up and down on his shaft, which was rock hard by now, and the head was engorged and glistening. My wicked tongues was licking it like a delicious ice cream, sucking it, scr****g my teeth on it.
My right hand went to cup and massage Papi’s balls and then pushed a little further down, pressing on the perineum whilst my index lightly invaded Papi’s hole.
Papi was hissing and whispering “Princess…” so I resurfaced and asked him “Use me Papi, make me feel you need my mouth.”
Papi got out of bed and dragged me by the hair to the edge, turned me around so that my head was falling off and I was facing up. I opened my mouth, breathed in deeply and nodded. And Papi slowly slid his rigid cock in my mouth, pushing a little more each time. I was fighting my gag reflex, most of the times failing, and each time Papi was grunting because my throat was squeezing him.
Papi’s pace got faster, not caring if I needed air anymore, not caring if I was chocking. And I was loving the power this all had on me, how I was coughing and feeling constricted but doing all this for Papi’s pleasure, because he wanted it, because he owns me, all of me.
Tears were streaming down my eyes and dropping on the floor whilst Papi was furiously fucking my mouth but my mind was racing and my heart was full.
With a guttural scream Papi burst into my throat then immediately pulled out.
“Swallow it all Princess” and I did. He then carefully pulled me back onto the bed and joined me, cradling me in his arms, whispering sweet words in my ears, telling me what a good girl I was to let him fuck my throat. I was happy and content. I did good for Papi, Papi was happy and that was my reward.
I fell asleep and I woke up few hours later with the smell of coffee. I pulled a tshirt on and joined Papi in the kitchen.
“Good morning Princess! How are you today?”
I circled Papi with my arms “All good Papi! But even better if you can make me a coffee!”
We sat down at the table in silence, drinking some amazing Italian coffee. After a few minutes Papi mentioned the dire weather, been raining for few hours and the sky was dark. We discussed the possibility to explore the facilities in the dungeon and we both agreed that it would be a fantastic way to spend the day.
I took a shower and after smothering myself in moisturiser I picked up some nice lingerie and a long black shirt. Then I went downstairs bare feet.
Papi was waiting for me, sitting cross legged in the big leather armchair. He had black trousers and a grey shirt, last two buttons open, no socks or shoes. He had a red leather flogger in his hands. Classical music was playing softly.
“Kneel, Princess” so I did.
“This morning you are mine. You are going to allow Papi to do everything he wants, you are going to suffer for me and show me your devotion. You are not allowed to speak unless I ask you to, but you are allowed to vocalise your pain and pleasure. Yellow and Red are the usual safety words should you need to use them. Do you understand?”
“Yes Papi, understood”
“Good girl. Stand up and undress” and he got up as well, took my hand and led me towards the St. Andrew’s cross. An array of toys, floggers and paddles was arranged on a trolley next to it. He waited for me to dispose of my shirt and lingerie then Papi put leather cuffs with rings on my wrists and ankles, hooked my hands up and connected a spreader bar to my feet.
I was facing away from Papi and breathing heavily. I felt two hands on me, one on my left boob, pinching my nipple and the other between my legs.
“My my, Princess is getting aroused. Let’s see if we can do better”
I was definitely very wet, Papi in a Dom mood speaking to me in a sultry commanding voice always got me very weak and needy…
Papi moved to the trolley, and I could feel him moving stuff around. He then moved back and pinched my bottom “Lets see if we can get some colour on this ass” and started lightly flogging my butt cheeks, fast and jumping between the two. This was a very pleasant light touch, and I knew my skin was turning a lovely pink shade.
He then stopped and murmured “hmm we need more” and went back to the trolley.
WHACK!! I gasped, more surprised by the noise than the sting of pain. Ah, the heart paddle. That bitch hurts like hell but leaves lovely heart shaped marks.
“Focus Princess. I want you to count and thank Papi. We’re going to do 20. If you lose count, we start again.”
Papi’s voice was stern and direct.
The first hit on my left check was hard. “One. Thank you Papi”, soon followed by another one on my right cheek. “Two. Thank you Papi”
I was expecting my third on the left cheek again but no. Right again. Typical Papi, throwing in a little spanner. “Three. Thank you Papi”
My ass was already on fire and the pain was getting intense. By 15 I was struggling to keep focus and a couple of times I had to think before uttering my number. After 20 hits I was hanging from the cross with my head down and silently crying in pain. But my heart was swelling because I did not lose the count for Papi.
Two arms circled me and I could hear Papi’s fatigued voice murmuring in my ear “My Princess. So good, taking all this pain for Papi. And Papi is so hard for his Princess. But we’re not done yet.”
His hands started pulling my nipples. Hard, furiously. Kneading my boobs whilst breathing hard. One last pull and he moved away.
Again I could hear him rummaging on the trolley. My ass was throbbing, and I was desperate for some soothing caress. I was not sure I could take any more pain today. At the same time I was incredibly aroused because I knew Papi was too.
Suddenly Papi started unlocking my ankles and wrists. I almost collapsed on the floor but Papi held me and took me to the chaise longue. Pulled my arms up and tied the wrists to the ring at the top of the chair. He then spread my legs, exposing my wet and dripping pussy, and tied my ankles to the chair legs.
“I need to deny you the sense of vision, Princess” and proceeded to blindfold me.
“You are being a very good girl for Papi today. You will be rewarded.”
I heard the swish of the crop and then the familiar sting on my nipple.
“You want the crop, Princess? Answer to Papi”
“Yes Papi. I will take whatever you require”
“But is too easy Princess. Today I really need you to suffer for me. Really really suffer. This will please me very much.”
“I will not need you to count for this one. Just focus on the pain and what it means for both of us. How the pain sets us free. How it makes us feel closer… tell me what you feel Princess”
“Yes Papi. All this for you. Always.”
A sharp pain on my left nipple then the left. Very tight clamps had been applied. And then the sting of the crop again, this time on the squeezed nipples. Fast, so painful, so intense. My tears were flowing but I could also feel my clit swelling. Papi’s fingers invaded me, pushed, pulled and pinched my swollen clit.
“Open your mouth” and I eagerly licked his fingers clean of my salty juices.
Papi’s attention, and his crop, then moved to my lower belly and pussy. Always hitting, relentlessly and painfully.
“Your pussy is so red Princess. I love it”. I wanted to reply but I had to focus and remembered I wasn’t allowed to speak. My body was a trembling mess of pain and pleasure. I felt my nipples were about to explode and I was slowly descending into subspace.
The hitting stopped. Then Papi’s hand was caressing my throbbing labia. His hands moved to my nipples. The first clamp came out and I almost screamed in pain, but Papi’s soothed the pulsating bud with his mouth. Then the second one came off and again Papi’s mouth came to the rescue.
“You are not going to get an orgasm today, Princess. Today is for Papi. Papi needed to see you taking all his punishment. I welcome your tears and your pain is my pleasure. And you have done so well, so so well. You now have permission to speak again” and he took away the blindfold.
But I could not say a word. All I could do was smile through the tears. Papi untied me and helped me on my feet. Then took me to the big bed, sat me down and asked me to lie down. He went to the wardrobe to pick up a blanket, some water and a bar of dark chocolate.
He covered me with the blanket, opened the bottle and made me drink few sips. He then lay beside me, encircling me with his arms, and put a small cube of chocolate in my mouth.
“My Princess has been so good. Papi has been so hard throughout the scene. I loved seeing your tears, your red raw skin, knowing you accepted all this pain for me. My good girl. My Princess.”
I was floating, smelling Papi’s perfume and feeling all the butterflies in my stomach fluttering at once. Papi was here with me, telling me I was his good girl, and the world did not exist anymore.
3 years ago