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all the days i waited for You…and now you’re trapped

 

 

 

Trapped in my little, locked cage, legs spread, panting.

Daddy’s eyes never leaving my body; eyes wide, begging for more.

“Touch yourself.”

My hand moved slowly down my body, fingers making their way from my breasts down  my body, and finally reaching my sex, touching places they shouldn’t.  Slowly massaging forbidden places, making my breath harder and faster.

“Mmm,”  A moan escapes my lips involuntarily.  i am having too much fun with this new game.  “What else do you want from me, Daddy?”  My voice is barely above a whisper.

His eyes answered before his mouth could and He made His way resolutely to the ‘drawer’, for what, i had no idea.  Back turned to me, he whispered into the candlelit darkness, “You are too much for me, baby.”  His voice was bruised, almost.

“Do you want me to cum, Dad?”  My fingers were moving swiftly now, i was panting with the effort of keeping my voice steady.

“Don’t push me, baby.  You don’t have a lot of leeway with me right now, love.”

“What do you want?”

“I want you to fucking behave yourself.  To be my girl.”

“But i am Your girl.”

“Then act like it, you little slut.”

i gasped.  Daddy had finished in the drawer, hands full of things i didn’t want to face at the moment.

“Speak when you’re spoken to.”

“But i…”

“Don’t you see my meaning plainly now?  My sweet daughter can’t seem to keep her little mouth shut when I speak to her.”

i gasped, but no words came out this time.

“Don’t stop touching yourself, little one.”  His voice was smooth as silk; pleased that i had finally learned to shut up and do as told.

And it was working, i was  coming closer and closer to a release i didn’t want to give him but it was far too late to turn back now, i wanted to cum.

“Mmmm, please,” i whispered, hoping that my begging wouldn’t get me into too much more trouble.

“You want to come, but you can’t.  you do not have my permission now, baby.  I want to watch you twist.  Twist like I did when I waited all night for the call that you were okay.  I want you to feel like i did when Mr. L.T. found that you had wandered off for the night-AGAIN- and no one was able to find you!”

i panted… hard. “Daddy, please.”

But He pushed back.

“No!  You have no right to enjoy yourself after what you did to me.  You deserve worse.  Damn it, you have to ask permission to stop, anabelle.  I told you that.”  i put my hand back where it was.  He spun the cage slightly, turning it to watch every angle of my body, shuddering, struggling valiantly not to come.

Suddenly, back turned to him, i felt the hardest, most stinging whip against my lower buttock, causing me to flinch and yelp out in pain.

“Good girl.  I want to see your ass bright red.  I want you to beg.

“Daddy, i…”

Whip

“Ooh!”

The whip found its mark again and again.

But i didn’t stop, in fact, it just made me want Him more.

Whip after whip, my ass getting redder, i finally came as hard as i’ve ever come, completely against my will.  Screaming for release.

 

I hope you learned your lesson, darling.  Now get comfortable, you’ll be there for a while.

 

~ana

 

The Cage (Again)

 

 

 

He grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me forcibly out of my room into the darkened hallway… (It was like a sick fantasy gone all twisted up and wrong.)

“Where were you tonight and who the fuck were you with, my darling?!  (The word ‘darling’ -spat at me rather than spoken- resonated all throughout the hallways and down the melancholy steps… into the empty entryways and grand room.  A call to any and all ghosts still residing in the dusty corners of alcoves and every intersection of every wall, north and south, simply awaiting a time to remind us of their hollowed-out existance.)

His hands tightened ever-so-slightly around my delicate alabaster neck; i gasped both for air and for mercy.

“i was at home… reading the material so precious to you, father.”  Goddamnit, why couldn’t i keep my big, rebellious mouth to myself?!

“Oh, were you now?  Because your dress tells a different story, my ‘love’.”  His face tightened as though it physically pained him to force the truth from his mouth.  “The blackened rips in that pretty little blue dress i bought you indicate that you were up to much, much more than a simple romp around the house.  In fact, if I didn’t know any better,” He tossed me aside, “I would say that the poor folds of your dress got caught in the door of some ‘random’ car as you sped away from the house… OUR HOUSE… explicitly disobeying my orders!”

“I… You… but, You have no proof…”  The guiltiest line that had ever escaped my mouth.

“Get into the cage, my little one; before things get worse.”

It seemed like the most rational thing to do considering the current circumstances i was in and the amount of pain i was likely about to endure.

But for some reason, my hands did not unzip the dress, i didn’t take off my stilettos, nor did i touch the corset underneath the dress (taunting me with it’s multitude of possibilities).

i simply stepped into the cage and awaited Daddy’s directions.

He approached the cage and watched me intently for how long… i’m not sure.  But i know His eyes crawled approvingly over my lithe body; eyes silently begging for release, for reassurance… of a good girl.  He circled the cage a few times, familiarizing himself with the dimensions and the angles of every view.

“Take off your dress, dear.”  His voice resonated with me, inside and out.

“What if i refuse, Daddy?”  My shaky voice sounded too fragile floating in the air.

“Refuse?  Me?  Darling, the notion is laughable.  Now take off your dress.”

i complied slowly; letting the fabric slide longingly down my skin, unable to resist the velvet touch of a forbidden sin; pushing me further into the ether.

My fingers crawled up my shivering skin under the dress and complied with Daddy’s convoluted demands; ensuring my euphoria never ended.

The soft, blackened-blue fabric fell in folds around my feet as Master resolutely locked my cage; His eyes never leaving the black lace corset tightened around my small waist.

“Now the corset, pretty.”

“No.”

“And what do you think that will get you?”

“Nowhere, i imagine.”

“And yet you persist.”

“And yet, Daddy…”

We locked eyes…

“Take. It. Off.”

“No.”

“This is not a request…”

My fingers danced toward the zipper…

“You want me to take this off?…”

“Now, please.”

“Yes, Master…”

The corset, black with small pink roses stitched into the upper and lower portions of it, perfectly balanced against the dark sin permeating the air, slipped through the bars of the cage into Daddy’s hands.  I was completely exposed in the cage but for the stilettos…

“What do you want from me, Daddy?”

“I want to watch you twist, my love.  To suffer.  The same pain I felt.  Not knowing if you were okay, in some stupid teenage fervor… or dead.  I want you to know the same uncertainty that i felt when i got the call earlier in the night from Mr.L.T., informing me that you had LEFT OUR HOUSE WITHOUT PERMISSIONS FROM MYSELF!”

He was furious…

“Daddy, i…”   i could only stammer syllables.

“Spread your legs.”

“Wha-?”

“I said spread your legs.  You WILL be begging for my forgiveness by the end of the night.”

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Friends, Foes, and Fiends

 

 

i’m being watched, you guys.  i know it. (And, no, it’s not the mary jane talking…this time ^_^)

Anyways, i snuck out last week and got locked in the cage again for it.  Seriously.  The literal cage…(And this time, no crayons for distraction. Just blushing nudity, a collar, and Daddy’s eyes crawling over my skin hungrily.  For a day and a half.) And i don’t know how He found out…

It’s a long story:

i decided one night to stop listening to ‘the man’ (okay, so my ‘the man’ is Mr. L.T.) and i decided to break curfew.  Daddy wasn’t even home to stop me! And it wasn’t my fault, really it wasn’t.

It was cold out for this time of year in this part of the country.  But i couldn’t miss out on the weather or the moon so i decided just to go for an innocent drive.  Daddy was going to be at work super late anyway and i figured i had at least a couple of hours.

So i went out the front door and took my favorite car for the sexiest ride of its life (okay, so i was being a bit dramatic) and pulled out of the driveway happily.

i’m no detective, but i started to feel like i was being followed about five miles in.  The car behind me was all headlights, but i noticed that it was driving dangerously behind me; just a bit too… reckless.

So i tried to lose him.

But i wasn’t very good at it.  My night driving’s not so good yet but i decided to circle around an old haunt and try to lose that weird car somewhere in there.  At every red light i was forced to stop at, my heart tried to beat out of my chest; paranoia overtaking me, causing my hands to twitch hungrily at the wheel.  ‘Please don’t let this guy catch me…’

Finally, in front of an old convenience store and some flickering headlights, i saw the shadow of a man and the whites of his eyes staring into me.  i was either in park or moving too slowly for him to notice my car (i honestly can’t remember which) but he took a left where i swung a right and i lost him for the time being.

Fresh blood pumping in my veins made me both hungry and scared for more.  i just knew that the night had to continue.

Racing down the moonlit highway, i made my way closer to my destination; an abandoned field at the edge of town where you could see (almost) the entire city.

i cut the headlights and pulled out a pipe, some blue dream, and bottle of Jack (don’t ask me why He buys  it, He doesn’t drink it); prepared to contemplate the secrets of the universe for a time.

Well, no matter what this ignorant, privileged girl thought was so important, time came to an end far too quickly and it was time to return home.

Luckily, i had no problems on my way back home until i pulled into the driveway… it was then that i noticed that same car sitting a bit further down the street, occupied.

My heart jumped in my chest but i had no choice but to pull in and pretend there was no one out there despite the crawling feeling skittering up and down my skin.  i’d made it home, though and that was more than a stroke of good luck so i retired to the shower in my bedroom relieved and quite floaty.

I knew Daddy was home when i heard the door slam and his voice bellowing up the stairs.  (Subtlety is not a specialty of his.)

“ANA!!!!”

 

Something was definitely wrong.

 

~ana

Tell you all the time, Heaven is a place on earth with you

 

So its been a whole nother year.  Ugh, and i still don’t feel any different.  i’m still a brat, i still hate my private tutor (who is now teaching me italian)  and now Daddy is a whole nother year older than me.

So lets see… last year i quit ballet, i ran away from home (and almost got ‘graped’) , i snuck out way too many times to remember, i was a petulant little wench and now i don’t think Dad’s going to let me go to private school anymore…

So all in all a good year! ^_^

 

Daddy still loves me and that’s all that really matters.  In complete spite of all my terrible behavior, he still breathes me in and give me life  so that my existence is complete once more.

Maybe this year i won’t be so bad… but i’m almost sixteen… and a little more freedom couldn’t possibly hurt… right? ^_^

~Ana

Runaway Caught Pt.1

Where do i start?  I ran away from home but now i’m back (that’s a whole nother story).

i guess it started like this…

Heart racing, i left through the front door, wiping tears from my eyes with the back of my sleeve and walked towards the nearest bus stop.   Heart pounding, seeing red, all i could think about was You.  i was twisting in You, tortured in everything we were and every normal thing my life has been missing since i was tossed out for what i am.  You took me in and showed me paradise and the deepest Hell.   And i couldn’t take it anymore.

i couldn’t decide where to go, i didn’t have much money; so i went to my old neighborhood.  The bus ride was long and frightening and the stares and whispers were uncomfortable.  i looked like a runaway and i knew it.  (The mascara running down my cheeks didn’t help.)  Three transfers later, the bus pulled up to the corner store and trembling, i stepped off.  It was a bad neighborhood and i knew it, but there were a lot of cheap motels with managers you could pay not to ask questions.  i only brought a few things and sitting in the room thinking about You made me want to cry again.  So i did what any girl would do; i went out.

After trying a few clubs without luck, i finally found a hole in the wall with just enough activity for me to blend in.  The smoke was overwhelming and i got a headache right away but a group of blurry-eyed college guys let me sit with them.  They kept telling jokes that weren’t funny and laughing too loudly.  Then R, one of the guys, asked me if i wanted a drink.  i asked him for something girly.  He came back with something with a straw and i drank it down way too fast.

Then one of the girls sitting on one guy’s lap got up and said she loved this song and had to dance, so she took my hand and we started dancing.  My mood shifted then.  It hadn’t been that hard to find friends and we were having a great time.  I started laughing with them and dancing with R.  Hands in the air, music blaring, it felt good to be alive again.

Eventually, we got tired and sat down and we started talking.  R asked me about You.  It was uncomfortable.  How do you tell a stranger about something so complicated?  So i told him You were my father and that i ran away from home, it was the best i could come up with.  He told me he was in college and he was studying to be a pharmacist.  i asked him why he would want to stand behind a counter and play with pills all day.

We must have lost track of time because the bartender sounded last call.  i told R it was getting late and that i should get back so he offered to give me a ride back to the motel.  It was a short ride back and we talked about where i wanted to go to college and what i wanted to do when i got older.  When we got to my room, he kissed me goodnight and then turned to go so i opened the door.

i guess i should have known.

He turned around faster than it took me to realize what was happening.  He grabbed me around the waist and shoved us both through the door, kicking it shut behind him.

“No God, please.”

“Shut up.”

“Please!”  My pleading was met with a sudden punch to my cheekbone in response.  i was thrown against the wall of the room as his hands found the delicate bones in my neck.

“God, please!! Someone!”  Breath coming in gasps, feet off the floor, i struggled and kicked as i tried to make contact with something, any part of him that would debilitate him long enough to escape.  ‘Please don’t let me die here’ was the predominant thought running through my mind.

He kept shaking me harder and harder, purple spots appearing in my vision when i finally made contact with his knee.  i still don’t know if i actually hurt him, or maybe just managed to scare him enough but i managed to get away.

i ran for what felt like an hour, back to my old, rundown neighborhood completely out of money and ideas.  i managed to find an empty ditch on a dark street so i sat down in it.  The occasional car was driving past but no one really took any notice of me.  Dawn would be here soon.  People would be waking up.  i had no idea if You were looking for me or not.  Then the reality of what almost happened hit me and i couldn’t hold back the tears.

Tenderly, i touched my face where he had hit me.  It was already swollen and probably bruised.  i couldn’t even run away right.   i thought about everything.  About You, our twisted relationship, my life of lies, my past.  i wished for everything, i wished for nothing, i wished for a new life or my old one back, and i wished for You.

Another car started to drive past, blinding me with its lights, and came to a sudden halt.

‘Please don’t be a cop…’

But when You opened the door and stepped out, eyes ablaze, furious expression on Your face, i almost wished it was…

Rebellion, sex, and too much Rum

“Father” is angrier than i have ever seen Him at me.  And i don’t care.  If He gets to have secrets so do i.  Mr. LT has been keeping tabs on me!  Ugh!!!!!  i don’t know WHO Daddy thinks he is!  i cant even believe this, i’m storming around my room right now throwing random things at the wall… aaaaaaah!!!

This totally does not convey my anger.

i want to run.  i want to run for miles and miles, until my legs can’t carry me anymore and i collapse in the street.  i want the heavens to tear open and rain wrath upon me for being with such an older man and living a lie in front of everyone but here.  i want to scream that im in love with my father, that He takes me to sschool and takes me to bed, that i have both a bedroom and a dungeon…

and i dont want to tell a living soul…

i keep thinking about the night i knew i was His.  And now of the consequences thereafter…

Why am i so tangled in You?

He’s going to lock me in the cage, i know He is, but i don’t care.  Right now, i need Freedom and music.

i can finally drive now.  That means something to me and i dont care if it gives away my age.  If anyone actually reads this, i trust them enough.  I’m stealing the car tonight…

Dad can keep His secrets and His classy veneer and His laissez faire paycheck and His wine.  i need loud music and wind and speed and primal freedom and to cum from the feel of an engine alone.

You guys are my friends now and i promise i will have one hell of a story to tell when i make it back from this.

i think i’ll take the Charger… 😉

Baby’s all caged up again

i hate the cage.  i hate it sooo much.  Granted, i was being really mouthy… but still.  i was at B’s house again and i forgot to text Daddy when i was supposed to.  (It’s not like i even did anything that wrong.)  Ugh, i got such a caning when i got home i swear i still can’t sit properly ^_^  On top of that, i got locked in the cage for what felt like forever; Daddy takes such delight in watching me beg.

So now i’m grounded again and only have the computer for company.  i’ve been so restless all day, i’m tempted just to go out and see S or B or just shop or something.  i’m soooo bored!  How much more trouble could i possibly get into? ;o

Think i’m gonna be good today and just go out into the backyard and roll around in the grass with the sprinkler on. (resisting temptation is harder than it looks!)

-ana

I won’t soothe your pain, I won’t ease your strain… i’ve got nothing for you to gain.

i’m pulling on my restraints to no avail and when the next wave of hot wax hits my already-tender ass, i can’t help but gasp as it drips agonizingly down the lithe curve of my ass… it’s the most i’ve been able to take, this session is already pushing me to the brink (the safeword ‘pineapple’ has flitted through my mind more than once tonight).

“Master,” i pant, my quivering legs are causing my voice to waver slightly, “please!”  But i already know begging won’t grant me any favors in Master’s bed.

“Do I need to gag you, ana?  Again?”  An almost criminal smile spreads across his face as he says the words.  i decide that it’s probably in my best interest to clamp my mouth shut, my poor jaw is all too familiar with the gag.  “Mmm, god, you know how good your ass looks right now?”  Surprisingly, he strokes me gently, soothing the places he caned almost as though he were caring for a wound but i know better; he’s merely admiring his work.

“On your knees.  Now.”  i jump to obey him as fast as possible, my poor ass can’t take anymore.  Master has me on my hands with my knees tucked under my chest, one of his favorite positions.

Before i can even form a thought, i am suddenly, violently filled with all of Him and i cry out for the intensity of it… its so much at once i can barely control myself; i am on the brink.  He is fully inside me and i am a prisoner to his every whim.

Slowly, ever so tortuously slow, i can feel him moving inside me.  My muscles clench tightly around him, the fullness of him overpowering all of my senses but one… my whole body is focused on him.

“Daddy, please.” i beg, i want to climax, i need to come so badly but i know if i do without permission there will be hell to pay later.

Suddenly, i feel a sharp pull on my braids and my head is jerked back as he forces himself deeper inside me.  Over and over again he pushes deeper into me, harder and harder and i cry out, my whole body trembling as wave after wave hits me and i lose all sense of time and space, transported somewhere only He can take me.

i collapse onto the bed, completely spent and exhausted.

“Now turn over for me.”

This night is far from over…

-ana