Chapter 29: Yes, Daddy.
Katalina
With scented oil flowing down my body, I ran my hands all over my torso, while swinging my waist to the invigorating beats. I attended to my breasts with my right hand and tried to reach my nipples with my tongue while kneading and smooching each mold intermittently.
My left hand was left to roam my body, gliding up and down my stomach, while teasing myself in between the legs.
Once my body was fully covered with the oil and I was glittery and slippery all over, it was finally time for the tassel and some serious dancing.
Tassels look harmless, but they sting.
As I danced seductively, I intermittently whipped myself with the tassel. The strips hit several places at the same time. At first, I felt nothing, but the sting gradually built up, and the spots I hit gradually grew pinky.
Following the beat cue, I picked up the net bra and started playing with it. I rolled it in the air like a sports fan rolling a jersey and riding it between my legs like a horse. Then, I used it to choke myself until my face turned red. After that, I finally put it on and went for the panty.
That was when I discovered that the panty was no ordinary thong. It had a vibrator.
At this point, I was already wishing that I could jump some routines and use the clitoris massager in the box.
Excited, I pushed the tiny switch on it and it started buzzing.
Resuming my dance, I slowly wore the panty and started the most provocative moves of the routine. It was a lot of twerking, butt shaking, and slow waist wiggling and swinging. The music tempo had dropped and I was covered in sweat and oil. The vibrator was buzzing against my pussy and keeping track of the routine was difficult. My body was quivering with zaps of electrons stinging my nerve endings.
The moment my phone rang, I was relieved. It was all about to come to an end. I will soon get permission to cum…
“Wear your headset.” Huracio’s husky voice whispered into my ears.
“Yes, sir.”
I placed the phone down and went to unhook a black headset from the wall. I then connected it to my phone’s speaker.
“I have, sir.”
“Face the camera and bend down.”
I walked closer to the main camera and did as told. I then started shaking and dangling my boobs to it. I grabbed them and fondled them, kneading and pinching my nipples so hard that they became red.
“My lips are on your right nipple. It’s so hard and sweet. You sound so good, Kitty. Moan for Daddy.”
“Yes…sir. Yes…sir,” I moaned back in response.
“Kneel for Daddy, Kitty.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Sit on your legs.”
At this point, the pressure I was feeling in my head was about to explode. I was breathing so hard, trying to suppress it because I wouldn’t be allowed to cum until he does.
I sat as instructed, but it was like I just gave the tiny vibrator better access to my clits. I couldn’t sit still. As soon as I sat on my calves, the vibration sent a very strong shock through my spine. Grunting, I arched my waist up and stretched my body, trying to spread the effect. If I didn’t, I might succumb to it. My body was shaking and my waist was completely out of control.
“Kitty, you look so hot and sexy. You are so slutty for Daddy.” His voice grew huskier and his breathing was ragged.
“Do you wanna pee?”
Instantly, my bladder started protecting. Though the sudden urge to pee wasn’t strong, it was the beginning of my nightmares.
“Yes, Sir. I wanna pee, sir.”
“Daddy will let you pee if you make Daddy cum.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied between gasps and yelps.
The pressure to pee suddenly became the most daunting sensation and I had to wrestle with my bladder as it started burning.
I couldn’t keep my legs apart anymore, and I dared not pee. If I did, he would make me withhold my pee for two days, while drinking water like a fish.
Now sprawled on the floor with my legs crisscrossed, and my thighs locked together, I cried out in pain.
“Daddy, please. I wanna pee.” I started begging as frustration set in.
“Daddy will let you pee if you make Daddy cum hard.” Huracio’s diabolically husky voice floated into my head.
“Yes, yes, Daddy. I will make Daddy cum. I am willing to make Daddy cum.” I started crying. It was just too painful.
“Daddy can’t see your face, Kitty.”
I quickly moved around, making sure that I was facing the main camera.
“Open your mouth for Daddy,…”
I opened my mouth and let my tongue hang out. I started panting like a dog.
“Oh, Kitty, you are so hot.” He grunted. I could hear the restraints in this voice. He was close to climaxing, but holding on just so he could torture me more.
“Can you smell me? Stiff my dick like the slut that you are, sniff it.”
I got on all fours with my legs still tightly clamped. I started sniffing like a dog. I burrow my nose into an imaginary crotch and sniff it while grunting like a dog.
“Good girl. Good girl. Now, open your mouth. Daddy wants to fuck you brainless… Now grab my dick and suck on it like a little bitch.”
I slid my hand into my mouth and I started sucking. Following his instructions as they came one after the other, I increased my fingers from two to four. I then dipped my hand deep into my throat, thrusting and gagging. Saliva dripped down my chin and my eyes were red with tears.
How can one hold their pee while getting their throat gagged? Practicality, impossible.
I tried to hold the pee, but the deeper I gagged myself, the harder it became.
A surge of electrons suddenly flashed through my body and I started spasming uncontrollably.
I felt hot liquid burning my pussy and pooling around my legs. It was the strongest orgasm I have ever had since Huracio made me his toy.
Relieved from the pressure of peeing, I moaned and groaned in ecstasy. Huracio’s wants and needs at that moment meant nothing, because I felt like I had just been rescued from hell, but at the same time, extremely satiated.
As I came back to my senses, a chill went through me. I had failed to follow his orders and there would be consequences.
“Huracio. I am sorry. I…”
“Start all over again,” he said in a gravelly voice that gave me more chills than his silence.
Since he wanted me to start over, I knew that he wouldn’t let me go until he was satisfied. It was no longer about his pleasure. It was about punishing me.
If only he knew how exciting I am beginning to find these supposed tortures and punishments.
The joke is on him.