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Graveyard Gratification

7/20/2017

Graveyard Gratification - written by mstrixietrixster. May not be reused or republished in whole or in part without the author's expressed, written consent.

I prepare myself for our excursion - wanting everything to be a perfect as possible. After showering, I slip on my black lace thong panties. The softness of the material glides up my freshly shaved legs, my thighs. Next, I put on my matching bra. Walking by a full length mirror, I catch a glimpse at myself. I stop - stare at the image which reflects itself back at me. Running my hands up and down my body - feeling my curves in all the rite places - how my hips indent themselves - then come back out - like an hourglass type of shape. I head into the bathroom, carefully put my make up on and fix my hair into two ponytails, braid them in an attempt to avoid tangles. Now, sitting on my bed, on go my jeans and shirt, then my socks and boots. I sit there for a minute, my mind wanders as to what this nite will hold.

As I hear Daddy's Harley pull up, the sun has long since set and the lite overtaken by darkness. The rays of brightness replaced by the glowing of the stars and moon. It feels like forever that I have been waiting ever so patiently for this day to come. As he hates to be kept waiting, I grab my stuff and head out the door. In typical form - forgetting my lipstick - back into the house and out again I go in record timing.

Daddy gives me the option of wearing a helmet - I would rather not - he doesn't either. As we are going to cruise leisurely thru the back roads, we both want to feel total freedom!! As the engine starts, my arms tightly wrapped round him, we take off for our nite of adventure. Not long after, I realize it was a good last minute decision to wear panties. The vibrations are definitely going to be intense, as I can already feel my wetness seeping thru.

Before long, we find ourselves on a winding, isolated road. As the lite wind flows thru the braids in my hair, all my worries melt away. It's just us and the little critters that lurk in the woods. The darkness is chilling - I get a bit nervous. Holding onto Daddy tighter, my breasts pressed up into him, he places my hand on his thigh, reassuring me that all is well. This is the closest that I have ever come to knowing heaven. The engine purrs steadily beneath us - my juices flowing steadily. Daddy's fingers intertwine with mine - I giggle - snuggle in even closer against him. There is a magic to the blackness ahead, which seems to have no end.

I feel us slowing down and pull over. The nite is as black as snow is white. Out go the headlites - no idea where we are. I feel his hand reach for mine and I take it. In silence, we walk for a few minutes. Daddy stops, faces me, and asks me if I trust him. "Daddy, yes, Daddy, I trust you and in you completely." He kisses my forehead and whispers in my ear that he will never let any harm come to me. Informing me that we are coming to a fence with an opening, not to let go of his hand, that we are going to walk thru it. I comply - there is no hesitation on my part - he leads - I follow - the natural order of things. Just as the universe intended. Taking a deep breath, I feel the metal round me as I pass thru and out to the other side.

There are traces of what appears to be lite. Looking up, a full moon in all her glory. She is shining so brilliantly - so vibrantly. As my eyes adjust, I notice we are in a cemetery. Already soaked, my sweet spot tingles even more. We have spoken bout this, and, it makes me uber happy that Daddy actually remembered! The lite from the skies reflects off the mausoleums. So beautiful - yet so ghostly - with a peaceful effect. We walk for a while, hand in hand.

Out of nowhere, Daddy tells me to take down my jeans. My tiny hands fumble with my boots. Wiggling out of my jeans, they fall down my thighs. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, Daddy drags me to the nearest gravestone and bends me over. He informs me that he was not pleased with me keeping him waiting. Cringing - this is not going to be good. The silence is deafening, except for a sound that I can't quite make out. "You need to learn that I will not tolerate tardiness - when I say be ready - this is exactly what I mean." "Daddy, I am sorry, I forgot my lipstick. I know how much you luv to kiss my lips when they look so pretty." My comments don't faze him "Let's see if my belt can help you remember. I was going to give you 5, tho, since your OCD prefers even numbers, 6 should do the trick." "Daddy, please, Daddy, no, it won't happen again!!" From his lack of response, it is apparent that my pleas are going unanswered. I feel my panties being roughly pulled down. He then gags me with them, informing me that not only doesn't he want to hear my mouth, he doesn't want, what will now be, my screams of discomfort echoing, disturbing souls in their place of resting. The first sting hits my ass and I whimper. Number 2 is harder. Number 3 crashing down on me starts the formation of tears. My body writhes in bad pain and I grasp the gravestone on number 4, tears flowing down my cheeks. When his belt makes contact on my ass for number 5, my nails dig deep into the back of the gravestone, making a horrid, not so pleasant sound. Of course, the last one is always the worse, and I brace myself. Number 6 - my whimpers of bad pain trapped behind my own moist panties - my tears streaming down my cheeks. My nails clenching the gravestone, yet again, this time breaking one. Daddy then pulls my panties out of my mouth, gently caresses my welted ass. He kisses my sad tears away and lets me cuddle my head into his chest. "Daddy, thank you, Daddy, for your caring enuf to punish me when I know better." He whispers into my ear that he is proud of me for taking my punishment like a good girl.

He then tells me to put my lipstick on and remove the rest of my clothing. My socks, tho, he lets me keep on. Lucky for me, I can make my lips pretty without a mirror, compliments of crappy city drivers. Except for me, of course. Daddy points down and I assume my position. Kneeling before him, hands on my knees, head down. I wait, as still as I can possibly be. "Show Daddy what those pretty red lips can do, baby-girl." This happens to be one of my favorite things - I so adore orally worshipping. I unbutton his pants and take down his zipper. Looking up at him, telling Daddy how eager his little girl is to please his desires. He wraps his belt round my throat, guiding me closer towards him. As I start to make luv to him with my mouth, he pulls on both ends, gently. The feel of the belt tightening ever so slowly round my neck - how this turns me on so very much - makes me dripping wet. The sounds of the cemetery are oddly quiet, with the exception of Daddy's growls of pleasure. And, me gagging. An aura of happiness surrounds us in the dead of nite, in the most eerie of places. It's such a beautiful exchange of mutuality. He wants to take from me what I so badly want to give to him. He strokes my hair with care, the calm before the storm, while I show him my total devotion. Feeling his body start to tense up, his belt becoming ever so snug round my throat, his pace speeds up. He grabs my hair, pulls my head up towards him and slaps me. The belt cinches ever tighter. Slapping me again - there is a part of me that dislikes this. There is a part of me that wants more - that wants my Daddy to shed away every one of my false modesties - my fears. He slaps me a few times in a row. Seeing the slight traces of tears form in the corner of my eyes, this makes his animal urges even more prominent. This makes my vulnerability to him even more so. Daddy wants me to ask him to slap me. I struggle with this concept. He knows me so well and senses this. He reassures me that it's okies - that there is no reason for me to be fearful - to let go and give into what we both want - what we both know I am. "Babygirl, tell Daddy what you what him to do to you. What you are?" As my cheeks become streaked with black mascara and my tears, my words are barely heard. "Daddy, please slap your dirty little whore", I say as I stare up into his eyes. He slaps me, sees more tears, wipes them away. He tells me that I look perfect like this. He shoves his cock back into my waiting mouth, holding the back of my head. I start to gag, yet, he doesn't - I don't want Daddy to stop. Gasping for air - this sound makes him throat fuck me harder. He relishes in the power he has over me. Daddy pulls himself out of my mouth, and pushes me against the same gravestone that has my claw marks in it. As he rubs his hardness against my ass, I moan in delite from the feel of his body against mine. He makes me beg - beg for it - beg to be fucked hard.

As Daddy slowly starts, he comments how I feel like a virgin. With each stroke, he becomes more excited. The feel of your veined flesh pushing into my luv tunnel sends me into space immediately. Under the stars, the moonlite reflecting off the gravestone, you fuck your property. Hard. My body was made for your pleasure - you claim what is yours. "Daddy - fuck me - please don't stop" - my echo is heard. Plunging farther into me, you gain more leverage. Slapping my ass as you slide in and out of me - my moans increase. I beg you to let me cum. Denying me - reminding me not to cum. I am so close, and, afraid I won't be able to stop myself. Tho, how I luv teetering on the edge.

Again I ask, "Daddy, oh, Daddy, please may I cum." Telling me to shut the fuck up, your belt find its way round my throat and you pull my head up. Again, "please, Daddy, please let me cum!!" You tell me to cum - my muscles contract and my juices explode onto you. The grip on Daddys belt tightens - his breaths increase as he uses me as he desires. With a loud devilish growl, his cum flows into me. Powerfully. I feel his precious seed invade me as we become one. He leans into me as every last drop goes into me - his precious seed moving thru my body like a maze. Pushing my hair away from my ear, Daddy whispers how pleased he is with me. Pointing down to the ground, I kneel before him. Cleaning him with my tongue, cleaning us, our taste is magical. He offers me his hand out to me. I rise and we lean against the gravestone - my arms encircle him. Daddys hands cup my face - our lips meet. His kiss is like nothing that I have ever experienced before. I feel his entire essence thru his lips - my entire body is shaking. His cuddles me into his arms. After my tears subside, I gain my composure back and he helps me dress. Daddy takes my hand and leads us out. I am so appreciative of being able to express to you. To give you all that I am. And, I so appreciate you.


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Fantastic loved it more plz

7/20/2017

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Sounds like pedophilia... just saying

7/20/2017

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quote tops6192000:
Fantastic loved it more plz
@tops - thanks! I just dabble in writing among all my other mad skillz ...



In Luv, Lite, Laffter ...

7/24/2017

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quote SwtBadGrl:
Sounds like pedophilia... just saying
@Swt - I can understand how one mite think this if they aren't familiar with D/s lifestyle. There are many different relationships dynamics, Daddy/lg-Daddy/bg being just one of them. There is also Master/slave and Mommy/babygirl among many others. I do appreciate your comment - gives me a little bit of a forum to help educate others ...



In Luv, Lite, Laffter ...

7/24/2017