Part 3: A rare species of flailing salmon with ‘Daddy' issues
(By now, Dani knows she is in a spot of trouble, but will she give in to her boyfriends perversions, or will she be stubborn and steadfast about her own wants and needs?)
Dani yelped uncomfortably, she had just eaten a tub full of yoghurt, and enjoyed none of it. Having calmly forced it down her, her boyfriend Tom was now catching the final small remnants of it from her shivering chest. She snarled as the last spoonful hit her lips. “No!” She said, moving her head sideways. “I’m not doing any more until you apologise!” Inwardly she was conflicted, part of her was really loving being spoon fed like this, it was unusual, and even the stiff and painful restraints seemed to enflame desire in her, but ordering her to use the word Daddy whenever reffering to him was not something she wanted to do.
“Come on young lady, you know you have to eat every morsel if you don’t want more nipple twisting." Twisting her nipples like radio dials had been his go too manipulation tactic to have her eat her yoghurt. He would only stop when she took a gulp. It had been all over her cheeks, mouth and nose as she had simply refused to keep her head still over the ‘call him Daddy' issue. It had taken a whole hour to have her eat the whole lot.
“No!” She squealed. “No more of this! I want out! You take me back to shore, and we’ll see if you have a girlfriend tomorrow or not.” His laugh was positively disturbing, and very out of character. “My my this really is a sticking point isn't it. Your stubbornness is sexy baby, it’s turning me on.”
She screeched wildly as he placed a finger and thumb on her left nipple, ready to squeeze and twist. “Eat or twist?” he asked, maniacly. “No babe! Stop it! Stop Stop Stop!” She demanded. “I’ll call you anything else! Just not that! I refuse to call you that!”
Strangely now, he pulled back, observing her distress with a cold distant expression. “OK, I apologise. We’ll leave the Daddy thing out of it, but let me show you what you might enjoy if you were to commit to the word fully.” She pulled at her restraints as he marched back to his bag, leaving the spoon on the side. “What are you doing?” She yelped as he kneeled out of sight, it felt very distressing that she couldn’t see him for even a second.
With a faux loving smile, he stood up again, holding something that looked suspiciously familiar. “Where did you get that?” She yelled, thinking she had hidden her secret collection of bright pink vibrators expertly from him. “You think you can keep things like this from me, I know where you keep all your dirty little secrets Missy.” She breathed heavily as he threw it playfully into the deck. Then he placed two legs over her, and pulled at the front of her tiny blue shorts, all four buttons now flirting off in random directions under the pressure. “Down to your knees they go, ” he said, pulling her shorts down, from her waist, along the seat she was splayed on, and letting them rest around her knees. Now all that was left of her clothing was a pair of tiny, silk, floral and light purple panties, covering her soon to be very stimulated vagina very nicely.
“I don’t like that one!” She said. “It’s... It’s too big, and the vibrations... it’s too strong! I’ll cum like... immediately!”
He grinned “No you won’t, I’ll make sure of that. It’s all about training little darling.” With a gentle touch of her tummy, he turned on the frightening device, and placed it lightly on her belly button. It had 5 settings, from ‘oh my god that’s strong’ to ’sweet Jesus I’m cumming immediately from my very toes’, and everything in between.
Setting one emitted a low musical buzz that had her tummy trembling, and her flesh jiggling. “Ah! Ah! AOOOOH!!” She yelped, proving that she was rather the ticklish in that area, and indeed all areas, as he well knew. She wriggled and pulled as he manuvered it slowly around her, across her stomach, down her sides, before resting it tantalisingly on her left armpit. “AH! OH SHIT! TOO MUCH! TURN IT OFF! IT’S TOO MUCH!”
She growled animalistically through manic giggling, writhing and trembling before him, and making the boat sway and shake. He would not stop, he would not desist, and wtih painfully slow desolve thst was driving her mad, he began to work the bulb of the vibrator down to her crotch, where her panties lay in waiting to become very wet indeed.
“Soon your favourite device will meet it’s mark. Tell me you want to cum bitch!” he ordered. Her eyes widened in realisation of where the vibrator was now headed. “I! I WANNA! I WANNA!” She yelled, now unable to deny that she was enjoying herself a little too much. “CUM! I WANNA CUM SIR!” She squealed, hoping the word 'Sir' would please him enough. “DADDY!” He snapped. “If you wanna cum you call me Daddy! Or no cum at all for you!” Her eyes rolled in her head, partly out of irritation, but mainly out of desperation, he had turned the blasted thing up to setting two, and was now pressing it hard against her pants, right on her G-spot.
“URGH! UUUUUUURGH! G, GOD!” She yelled. This setting was the one that usually drove her crazy at home, and he was pressing down on her special area a lot harder that she did, not knowing the subtle movements that she employed to entice rather than hammer. Her body flailed before him, like a freshly caught Salmon, unable to do anything but writhe and yelp to the vibrations of utter pleasure. “PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME! P-PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME SAY THAT!” She yelled as he moved her pleasure setting up to 3. Deadly vibrations!
He grinned as she shook and convulsed violently, her bottom and back banging helplessly against the cold wet seat that they were pressing against. “I... I’M GONNNA CUM!” She wailed. “I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING NOW! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!”
Strategically, the vibrations stopped dead, and he lifted the vibrator from her now slightly sodden pants. She instinctively attempted to follow the vibrator, lifting her crotch off the bench, before planting it back down with a ‘flumf’. In an animal state, she lashed out loudly at her lover. “YOU FUCKER!” She yelped. “THAT WAS WAY TOO MUCH!"
“Good.” was his deadpan response, much to her disgust.
"YOU KNOW HOW SENSITIVE I AM DOWN THERE! I’VE NEVER GOT PAST SETTING TWO ON THAT INFERNAL THING!!”
He shrugged his shoulders, like he always did anytime she had a point!
"You have to work up a goal Tom, not just destroy her instantly! I’m not just your fucking cunt!”
“True, " he said. "you also have tits, a mouth and a butthole made for annihilation.” This was not the answer she was anticipating. “And hey, if you call me Daddy, I might go a littl softer on you. Just a little.”
She bit her lip, conflicted, she had just been about to have the roughest, toughest, most intense orgasm of her life, and it had just been snatched away from her horribly. Was she really willing to follow along further just because of how it would feel?
“What about master? Or Lover? Or Sir?” She suggested. “I don’t mind those.” He put the vibrator back to setting one and turned it onto her lover's lane once again. Her entire body jolted in response.
“Nope, it's Daddy or nothing dear. Your choice. Now, let me ask you again... Do you want to cum?”
Much to her disgust, the process started again, working her up way too quickly from setting 1 to 3, taking her right to the edge of madness, and then denying her any resolve at all. And then again, again, again, AGAIN!
This was her life for the next hour, a deadly cycle of sexual frustration that would only stop if she said that horrific word. Would she break? Or did she have the resolve to deny her sick perverted lover of his much darker perversions? Well... An hour was a long time indeed.