I think Some of the most Erotic BDSM Stories are when things happen that aren’t expected. What’s expected, you ask? Well, you know Im a submissive, you know Im a cum slut, you know I Love existing for cock and obeying My Sir, Daddy or Master. But, What’s unexpected?
A Lamb Among Wolves
So Fucking horny. My Pussy ached. The teasing was unrelenting this time. I’m sure if you would ask me though, I’d say it was that way every time. He met me after Lunch, He had an appointment. I pretend I don’t know what its for. When He pulls up in the absolute sexiest truck I’ve ever seen, it’s only an extension of him. I picked this outfit for him. Cute short black skirt, Daddies little Monster top and no panties, hair in braided pigtails. I Slide into the seat beside him, and the leather is slick and warm from the sun. Fully on expecting to have my brains fucked out.
He Teases Me as usual. But todays different… I’m in a mood. And Daddy, well he’s in a mood too. I can hear him breathing, and my heart is pounding. After a short drive we are at the park. We don’t discuss much, but the sexual tension is mounting. I don’t look at Daddy, but I circle my index fingernail on his thigh.
“On My Lap, Princess”
I’m already soaking fucking wet, just hearing him breathe. I am So Wet, in fact, that I know my pussy is going to leave a little wet trail on his pants. Taking my place on his lap, facing him with my back to his steering column. I being unbelting, and unzipping. I love the sound the buckle makes. But, What’s this? Oh My, his chest is heaving. His eyes are needy, and his body is responding to my every…single…touch. Daddies Hard Cock strained against his shorts, and my hunger grew. My Mouth salivated. My eyes meet his and for the first time ever, I know this will be different.
Allow yourself to be a Lamb, and the Wolves will Eat you
Being the opportunist I am, I leaned in to Daddies neck, burying my face there, just to feel his reaction. Kissing his neck passionately and Nipping at his adams apple with my teeth. It was one of want, of need. Daddy was so tense, so stressed. His body in knots. I had to make that go away.
Reaching in my clutch, I keep this itty bitty little blade, for biting things that need to be bit. Sometimes, I use it to make myself feel alive, but this time I think Daddy just needed to be on the other end of it. Or, Maybe, I Just needed him to be on the other end of it.
Taking it in hand, I traced it down his center. He never gives me control, he doesn’t know how to let it go. That shiny, sharp little point made the difference. He was so still as it traced it’s way down to his hip bones, as I like mirroring what I do to myself, with Daddy. Applying the lightest pressure, the blade bit, and I drug it slowly. That quick bite of searing heated pain, comes quickly, and stings….. his narrowed eyes, relaxed. My finger tips play in his life force, now making beautiful little drips from the surface of his skin. Just a nick, a little scratch.
But That Crimson Color makes me weak.
Drawing My fingers to My mouth, as I watch him catching his ragged breath. Tasting the sweet metallic tang of Him. Painting My lips with it as I reach down between us, pulling My Daddy out of his Shorts, and nestling him between my swollen cunt lips. My slit slick with every thought of him. Wet with the wonder. Saturated with my juices, that Daddy created.
(TBC)















