He broke the kiss and said, “Follow.”
Sun and I, holding hands, padded after Daddy. He headed to the basement. He opened the door and we headed down into it. It was a typical basement, though probably cleaner than most thanks to Mom’s efforts. Cardboard boxes were staked against the wall covered in my mom’s handwriting: Xmas Lights, Xmas Decorations, Halloween Decorations, Easter Decorations, Xmas Decorations, Alice’s Clothes, Melody’s Clothes, Alice’s Dolls.
I forgot my sister used to collect them as a child. Then she hit puberty and threw them all into a box.
Daddy walked to the plain, wooden door. I had never once been passed it. I always thought it was were Daddy did crafts or something. And sometimes he and Mom would disappear into there for hours. Now I understood after googling the internet.
It was a BDSM dungeon.
The door opened onto a dark room. Daddy stepped in and flicked on a light. It didn’t get much brighter. The walls were black and different from the bare, mortared cinder blocks of the rest of the basement. It was made of a spongy wood.
“Cork,” Sun said. “To muffle sound.”
Daddy nodded.
My eyes kept scanning. One entire wall was covered in paddles, flails, riding crops, and canes, each hanging from their own nail, neat and orderly–I sensed Mom’s hand. A shelf rose from floor to ceiling and spanned another wall. It was covered in all manner of sex toys. I blushed at the sight of dildos, vibrators, strings of beads. And there were furry handcuffs and restraints, strange bars with cuffs on both ends, alligator clamps, and more butt plugs–I knew where he got the ones he used on me. Beside the shelf was a chest. The third wall had a large, X shaped stand with cuffs hanging from the top.
“A Saint Andrew’s Cross,” Sun whispered as I stared on it.
“You’ve been googling BDSM?” Daddy asked as he stood in the middle.
“Yes, Daddy,” Sun said.
Daddy smiled. He liked being called that. “Now strip me, sluts.”
“Yes, Daddy,” with both said and hurried to him.
Our hands went to the buttons of his shirt. We both smiled at each other as we tried to reach for the top. I shifted to the next one down. We worked fast, our hands hopping past the other to unfasten the next button. We had his shirt open in record time. We pushed it off his shoulders exposing his muscular chest. Barbwire tattoos ran across his sculpted pecs. On his upper, right arm was a naked woman, kneeling, a collar about her neck connected to a leash.
Our hands caressed his muscles as our fingers descend to his pants. It was so hot to touch his rock-hard flesh. Sun beamed at me, her cheeks rosy. I smiled back as our fingers reached his belt together. We fumbled, the leather rasping. His cock tented his slacks.
Daddy was excited by his good girls.
The belt whisked as I pulled it through the loops while Sun attacked his fly. She unfastened his slacks and ripped the zipper down. Daddy wore dark-blue boxers, his cock eager to be seen. I set his belt on his dress shirt and knelt with Sun as we pulled down his slacks and boxers in one motion. His cock popped out, the tip beading with his precum.
It was so delicious. I leaned forward and licked the tip.
An angry growl escaped Daddy’s lips. I froze, my tongue on his cock, then pulled it back into my mouth and blushed. “Sorry, Daddy. I got excited.”
He nodded his head. “I was planning on saving the clamps for next time, but if you can’t control yourself.” He pointed at the shelf with all the BDSM and sex toy son it. “Grab a pair of the clamps and come back.”
Clamps? Where would he put them?
“Yes, Daddy.” I raced across the room as Daddy turned to Sun. She moaned as he kissed her. I could hear their lips working together and their soft moans.
A flash of jealous shot through me. But I held it in. I was Daddy’s Good Girl. Good girl’s didn’t get jealous. They did what made their daddies happy. If he wanted to kiss Sun, then he could. And I should be happy for him.
I raced back with the clamps. They were small and opened like alligator jaws. I grabbed the first pair I could find, the ends covered by soft, red velvet. I hoped that would make it hurt less. I reached Daddy and stood still, waiting for the kiss to finish.
Sun trembled when he broke the kiss with her and turned to me. He grinned as he took the clamps. He opened one and let it snap shut before me. “What are these?”
“I don’t know, Daddy.”
“Nipple clamps,” Sun said, a smile playing on her lips.
My nipples tingled. I fought the instinct to cover my nipples. Daddy would never hurt me. He might cause me pain, but that wasn’t the same. I trusted him. Mom played these games. And so could I. He brought the clamp close to my nipple. Opened it. And let it snap shut.
I flinched.
How much would it hurt?
He brought it closer and closer to my nipple. My trembles increased. Why was he taking his time? I wanted him just to get it over with. It was worse watching it slowly drift closer and closer, opening and closing. I squirmed, my bowels clenching on my butt-plug.
The jaws engulfed my nipple. He held them open. I bit my lip as I stared at my hard, pink nub jutting into those mouth. I squirmed. I wanted to flinch. I could stop this. I just had to say red light and it would all end.
No. I trusted my daddy. I would not say–
The clamp pinched shut on my nipple. My eyes widened. I let out a yelp of pain. My nipple throbbed in the clamp. Pressure ached at the tip. The pain shot through me. I shuddered and… and…
My pussy clenched.
I took the pain for Daddy. I was his good girl and submitted to his discipline. And that excited me. I took deep breaths, controlling the moans coming from my lips. Tears ran hot down my face. He tilted my head, staring into my eyes, the other clamp opening and closing before me. His thumb brushed a tear.
“You’re doing good, slut,” he praised. “You’re being such a good girl for Daddy.”
“Thank you,” I moaned.
As he stared at me, studying me, I realized he was making sure I could take the pain. He loved me so much he wanted to make sure I could handle–
He clamped my other nipple.
The pain shocked me. I grit my teeth and groaned through it. The pain flared for a moment and then dulled into a numb throb like the other. I stared down at my nipples. The clamps waved and bobbed as I shifted, pulling my nipples, adding little discomfort.
“Wow,” Sun whispered.
“Sun,” growled Daddy. “Move that slutty ass over to the box, open it, and pull out the red rope.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Sun gasped.