This is a record of a scene where Daddy encourages me to be verbal. I have provided a little back information of the conversations proceeding the scene. I have struggled with finding my voice and being comfortable with talking during sex, and being vocal. This is how Daddy helped me grow.
"Can I ask you something?" "Sure you can ask me anything." What's your kink?" "My Kink?" "Yeah, like everyone has a kink, a fetish, something they like/want during sex what's yours?" "Oh I don't know I guess if I had to say anything, I link to be held down or tied up." "You?" "I like it loud, I like verbal women" In the beginning Jack and I were just friends. We talked every night. If I'm honest I became dependent on it. After talking for a while we started to ask more personal questions. I think deep down we both knew where this was going.
So we had the kink conversation. I don't think either of us knew enough at the time to really have a list of kinks. Our experiences were matched at limited at best. The difference is that he had an idea of what he might want, and I really had no idea. My experience was limited to a man that didn't like to be touched. He rarely touched me aside from connecting the parts necessary to complete the act. Noise "distracted" him so I was not allowed to make it. I would say that calling my previous life vanilla was a compliment.
So I'm reading his message thinking well noise I can do that. Flash forward a few weeks, and years of programming is taking over. He continuously tells me, "let me hear you" and I want to I really do. A steady stream of pervy little things, and requests run through my mind. At the same time the reins of being ordered to be quiet for years confine me. I am conflicted. Are all men distracted if women are to loud? If he wants it I should oblige him right?
I am on the table and he is in front of me. He has developed a sweet pounding rhythm that wonderfully taps my sweet spot. The feeling is amazing I lose myself and I notice I have become very loud. I become self-conscious instinctively waiting to be scolded for ruining someones good time I cover my mouth to stifle the moans. He removes my hands and reminds me he needs to hear me. One orgasm later I am sure the world can hear me and I again cover my mouth. Through gritted teeth, he tells me "let me hear you" and moves my hand again this time pinning in to my thigh with his hand.
He has the power to control my body, which is no longer mine, and only complies to his demands. So I let go because its what he needs and I am in sensory overload from the activities of the evening. He has taken his time to push me to to the edge where I am so sensitive, even a breeze is enough to send me over. As I have one last exhausting orgasm I sing his praises loud enough to make him proud, and so he will understand the effect he has on me. Then I immediately apologize for being too loud. Daddy of course scoffs at the idea.
I am dehydrated, My legs are shaking. He calls me to him to get a drink and snack. I make my way over to him and drink. I set my drink on the counter, and I kiss his soft lips. He grabs my shoulder spins me around and bends me over the counter. He hikes my dress up over my hips, and with a swift movement lands a firm smack on my ass. He leans down and in his low gruff voice says "you don't stop yourself from making noise, you let Daddy hear you." **Delivers another smack*** "Do you understand?" "yes" "yes what?" "Yes Daddy" "good, now you owe me four more orgasms and I want to hear you, if you hold back we will start again" ***A third sweet slap***
He works me over again. Because he know my body so well he makes short work of one, two, three noisy orgasms. He begins to work on the last one. He is behind with one arm braced across my collar bone, and the other working slow circles on my button. He bites my neck and then whispers a command in my ear "Cum for Daddy!" Of course my body is his so it relents to him. I however, know this one is strong, so I bite my lip and stifle the scream. "That one doesn't count" he starts again. This time I have learned my lesson. I don't bite my lip, I stifle nothing. My knees buckle, and the neighbors are offended by the stream of screaming obscenities that leave my mouth.
I follow his orders and I pay him his dues. I am rewarded with a drink, snack, cuddles and praise. I now make as much noise as I like. Speaking is difficult at times, but it is more of a condition of my senses being overloaded than the lack of desire to do so. I am thankful that Daddy took the time to work with me to help me reach my full potential.
<3 Sally
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