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I checked the busy street, saw there was no danger of anyone spotting me, and slipped into the dark corridor which led to the first floor sex shop. Wearing blue jeans, a white San Diego Zoo T-shirt and a San Diego Padres baseball cap and Armani sunglasses, I looked pretty anonymous. A sexy 19-year-old, I hoped, but an anonymous one.

Upstairs, a seedy looking fat man was reading the Chronicle and hardly gave me a second glance. I checked out the goods in the section headed "Dominants".

I selected a lovely little leather lash, not long but cruel-looking, and it would be easy to wield in the confines of my bedroom. I also selected a red rubber parachute "studded inside for his discomfort", said the blurb on its box.

Taking them to the counter, the fat man put down his paper, rang up the purchases, then eyed me suspiciously. I thought he was going to turn me out for being under age, or something.

"You already got weights for this?" he inquired, waving the parachute package in front of me.

"Weights?" I said, and he must have thought I was stupid!

"Weights to attach to the cords to help tighten the parachute around your boyfriend's scrotum, which in turns digs the little metal spikes into his balls more," he said, in a manner like telling a four-year-old that two-plus-two equals four!

"Oh, I see," I said, "er no."

The man grunted, delved beneath his desk and came up with four lead weights which he put into a brown paper bag. "On the house," he smiled. "That'll be $90," he said.

"Ninety fuckin' dollars?" I said.

"The fuckin' lash is 65 bucks and the parachute is on special at 25 bucks, and I'm throwin' in the weights free of charge, missy," he said.

Suddenly, realising I was going to pocket $500 per session from dearest daddy for his domination visits, I felt a little churlish. "Sorry," I said, putting on one of my winsome smiles, "I'm new at this."

"I'd never have guessed," said the fat man, as he packed the purchases in a shiny black plastic bag.

I paid cash and got out of there. Back home, I put the whip in a bedside drawer, beneath a pile of knickers, thongs and bras, then opened the box the parachute came with and read the brochure of instructions. There were even photos showing how it fitted. It promised hours of agony for my slave. Lovely, I fully intended to give Rob hours of agony!

The days to Wednesday and mom's date with her golf mates dragged interminably. I was on summer break from university, so I had some study to be done, but not enough to take my mind from wandering every few minutes to how I was going to deal with darlin' daddy!

Finally, Wednesday arrived, and just before mom was due to leave for the course I had this terrible feeling: what if daddy didn't turn up for his session? Then, to my almost audible sigh of relief, I heard his fuckin' Jaguar turn into the driveway.

"That's strange," said mom, "your father's home early? Wonder why?"

I almost sniggered "I know why", but bit my tongue. Rob walked into the kitchen, looking tanned, urbane and smiling a sickly smile.

"Hey darl," he said, giving mom a peck on the cheek. "I've got a fuckin' awful migraine headache, I'm going to pop a coupla pills, then hit the hay. Enjoy your golf!"

Mom looked concerned. "Hey baby," she said, stepping into his arms, "that's terrible. I'll call the girls and cancel so I can be with you."

Rob looked almost startled. "Hey baby, I know how much you enjoy your golf. You go along, play your round and have a few drinks after with the girls, Paula here can look after me if I've got any problems!"

Well said, darling daddy, I thought, and with a brief wave and a blown kiss to me, mom left, taking the Maserati for her 45-minute drive to her golf course.

I looked at Rob with admiration. He looked at me with lust - I was wearing a bright red latex top, which cupped my firm little titties into as good an uplift as is possible with 33-inch boobs. Perky yes, but only 33s! On my hips was a sexy little pair of denim hot pants.

"Well done, daddy," I smiled. "For a minute I thought we might be thwarted!"

The randy old goat grinned: "What - and miss an appointment with Mistress Didi? Something tells me that would not be a wise move."

"Too fuckin' right, darlin' daddy," I told him. "Had lunch?"

"Yup," said daddy, "had a sandwich at my desk. I'm all ready to be your faithful slave. Oh, here's your money."

And he casually tossed me an envelope, which I quickly checked. Inside were five beautiful Benjamins! "I'm going to get dressed - or undresssed, maybe," I smiled. "Be knocking on my door in 10 minutes and be properly dressed - or undressed!"

I rushed upstairs and pulled the lash from its drawer, and placed it on my bed. Next to it I put the rubber parachute with two lead weights attached. I thought I'd start out slowly! The bowl for my piss was already on my dressing table.

I had decided to go with the minimal look I'd worn for my introductory session with daddy, my black, fuck me leather boots, and nothing else. I'd shaved my pussy that morning, all except my little brown thatch on my mons. I brushed my hair till it shone lustrously. I was ready.

A knock came on the door and I picked up the lash and held it in one hand, its leather lying against my thigh, the tip flicking against my right calf. "Come in," I called.

The door swung open and in came Rob, stark naked, as instructed, on all fours. In his mouth was a sheet of paper. He crawled until he was right in front of me, then looked up at me, his dark hair shining, his dark brown eyes gleaming. I took the sheet from his mouth and opened it up. "My darling Mistress Didi," was the typed beginning.

"Worship my pussy while I read this," I snapped, spreading my thighs a little wider. A frisson of excitement shivered through me as his mouth pressed against my wet pussy, his tongue darting immediately for my cunt.

I read his note: "I know well that I deserve to be punished and am unworthy to even be your slave. But since I know you are at this stage a tyro dominatrix, I must point out some things."

Fair enough, the man in the sex shop had summed me up as a novice, I was willing to learn.

Daddy's note went on: "Whenever I visited Mistress Victoria she was always careful when whipping me to leave no tell tale marks which would have aroused your mom's suspicions. I beg you to do the same.

"Your loving slave,

Daddy."

Fair enough. "OK, dearest daddy," I said, kneeing him away from my pussy, where he was starting to drool, the filthy fucker!

"I'll do my best. But be warned - for a day or two after our little appointments you'd better be careful to keep your arse away from mom's gaze, or you might have some explaining to do.

"If I'm asked, I'll say it because you've been visiting a dominatrix. After all, I've still got the fuckin' evidence, OK?"

Daddy looked up at me and nodded. His nine-inch cock was, I noticed, still swaying stiffly at attention.

"Right, enough chat, dear daddy," I said, picking up the little leather lash. "It's time for some punishment. Get your face down on that and your arse up!"

Rob bent over the bed, his torso on the mattress, his arse totally exposed to me. "Spread 'em," I snapped, kneeing him on an inner thigh. He obeyed, displaying his dark brown, puckered anus, ringed by a fringe of short, jet-black hair.

I stepped back, laying the lash on his buttocks to gauge the distance for my first blow. With my left hand I furtively fingered my pussy, feeling a dampness there I usually only had when wanking.

With what I hoped was a professional stroke, I brought the lash against his arse, in an upward sweeping motion. It made a sweet "Tisssh" sound as it made contact, and it was one of the most delightful sounds I've ever heard!

Then, to add to my delight, daddy called out: "Thank-you, Mistress Didi." Fuck, he was even thanking me for flogging him! This was so going to be fun!

"Tisssh" went the lash again. This time I gave him a downward stroke. "Thank-you, Mistress Didi," he said, and while it was like a song to my ears, I decided to add to my domination: "I know who the fuck I am, daddy, 'mistress' will be OK, I'm the only mistress in the fuckin' bedroom."

Then my lovely old slave replied: "Thank-you, mistress." Here I was, lecturing him and the pervert was thanking me! This domming was great!

Next I started to experiment. I'm a good tennis player - but too short to be really good - and my backhand is my best weapon, so I tried some backhand shots to his by now striped arse. The "Tisssh" sound was so fuckin' great!

After about 20 blows, I tossed the lash onto the bed. It landed by his face and made him jump.

"Now fuckin' thank me properly," I snapped and stood mid-room, hands on hips, feet wide apart. My intent was clear, my pussy was thrusting towards him. As he rolled off the bed I noticed that his cock was still bone hard - the fuckin' pervert!

Kneeling in front of me, his tongue was soon sending shock waves through my groin, fuck it was so good! His mouth also worked on me, kissing and sucking, then it was back to his tongue.

I was getting aroused and I thought "If I'm going to come, I'm going to come in comfort", so I kneed him away and jumped onto my bed, piling pillows behind me so I was sitting up. Then I spread my booted legs and snapped: "Come on, daddy, no fuckin' slacking. Finish what you've fuckin' started!"

The thick-pricked prick, climbed onto my bed and buried his face in my snatch. Soon he had me back to the place I was when I kneed him away. And then I couldn't help myself. For the first time in my young life, I was going to enjoy an orgasm brought about by something other than my fingers!

And here I'm afraid I got a little carried away and lost the plot. For a minute or two I wasn't Mistress Didi, but lustful little Paula, being sucked to climax by her daddy!

"Yes, yes, do it daddy, fuckin' do it, I love this, I can't get enough - bring me off darling daddy, oh fuckin' bring me off, yes, yes," was what I said, or roughly words to that effect.

And he did, placing the flat, wetness of his tongue on my clit and pressing it home until I surged to my climax. Then, as I drifted blissfully down from the big O, he planted tender licks and kisses all over my snatch.

Panting slightly, I looked down and saw him rising from his position of oral servitude. He sat up beside me and then - and I know I should have resumed control, but he looked so fuckin' gorgeous that I didn't - he took my face in his strong hands and kissed me full and hard on the mouth.

And it was such a wonderful thing - plenty of boys had kissed me while trying to get to second base and places beyond, but I had never tasted my sex juices on a boy's mouth. Rob's mouth was a sensual mouth, I'd always known that, but he was a fuckin' fantastic, gentle kisser.

Then he was speaking - and it was then I snapped to my senses and realised I had to do something. "Oh, mistress, I love you, I love you," he began, and the alarm bells began ringing.

Now it was time for Mistress Didi to resume total control! She may have slipped slightly out of character for a few wild, heady moments, but now she was coming back!

"Well, daddy, dearest," I smiled sweetly, "if you love your mistress so much, you'll do her the honour of drinking her piss then, won't you?"

The poor fucker actually looked a little crestfallen, then he must have remembered his place in the scheme of things on Wednesday afternoons! "Yes, mistress, it would be an honour," he mumbled.

"Fetch the fuckin' bowl," I snapped, and he climbed, still stiff-pricked from the bed and brought the metal bowl back to me. I raised my buttocks from the bed and ordered him to bring the bowl to my pussy lips. I then sent a strong jet of piss into the container, once again nearly filling it.

Then I felt a great sense of relief - not just from emptying my somewhat full bladder, but from the fact that I was again in a position of dominating control. I had almost let myself get carried away in post-cunnilingus bliss, but I was again in charge.

"Take a couple of sips, then put it back on the dressing table," I ordered and watched with delight as he obeyed.

When he was back by the bed I drove home my regained advantage over my sex slave. "Now fuckin' clean me there," I ordered, and Rob climbed back on the bed and licked and laved around my sex until I pushed him away.

Time to resume his flogging, only this time I wanted him standing up. "Hands behind your neck, stand to attention!" I snapped. He obeyed, his nine-inch hard-on jutting in front of him. "Feet wider, daddy!" I snapped and he spread 'em.

Then I picked up the rubber parachute and approached him. I'd never handled him there, so this was new territory, but I was surprised at how easy it was to pull open the neck of the 'chute and then snap it into place over his dangling balls.

The red rubber gleamed as it snuggled onto his ball bag. I then hung two of the lead weights to the hooks at the end of the cords, descending from the rubber pouch. Daddy winced as the spikes bit in. Good, he was getting the message!

Picking up the lash I stood in front of my still erect slave, but noticed that he was definitely feeling the effects of the punishment parachute, as he was blinking back the tears. "Now for some running on the spot, darling daddy," I informed him, running the tip of the lash against his stiffy.

I moved off to one side and "Tissssh", the flogger bit into his backside. Daddy started to run on the spot, the weights beneath his parachute of pain clicking together and swaying, obviously increasing the tension on his rubber bondage bag. Shoot, this was fun!

After a while, I increased the tempo with the lash, so that instead of making a "Tissssh" sound it was one constant "Tishtishtish" over and over again. Then, with one final cracking "Tissssh" I yelled "Halt".

Daddy stopped, the weights dangling beneath his nuts until, finally, they too were still. Daddy, though, was still panting.

"Oh dear, daddy," I said, in mock sympathy, "that looks like hard work."

"Yes, mistress, thank-you, mistress," he gulped.

"And it must have been thirsty work?" I queried.

Daddy gave a little shudder, then replied: "Yes, darling mistress."

"In which case I've got just the thing for a thirsty slave," I laughed, fetching the bowl of piss from the dressing table and placing it beneath his mouth. "One big swallow, there's a good boy," I ordered and he lowered his lips to the edge of the bowl and swallowed.

Before returning the now half-full bowl - yes, I'm an optimist, no "half empty" for me - to the table, I dipped my left nipple in the urine and made him lick it clean. Then my right. Lovely, what a sucker!

I then resumed his running on the spot, watching with pleasure as the weights waved beneath his rubber imprisoned balls, and with equal pleasure as the lash striped his bouncing buttocks again and again. After halting him, I allowed him to walk to the dressing table to drain the bowl.

Now it was time to enjoy another orgasm, I decided, not because I really needed one, but because I wanted to test myself against his oral adoration, to try my mettle against his expertise with his mouth and tongue, to see if I couldn't control myself better this time.

I climbed back on the bed, laid the lash by my side and merely pointed at my pussy, not a word spoken. Rob, with his painful ball bag still attached to his nuts, climbed back onto the bed. The ball bag may have been an exquisite torment for him, but I noticed that his cock was starting to rise to the occasion again!

Once more I thrilled to the feel of his mouth on my minge, his tongue working again to bring me to satisfaction. Again I thrilled as I reached the climax, then as he brought me off. This time I was so totally in control, I was proud of myself!

None of this "darling daddy" stuff. This time I was in charge!

"That's it slave, lick me like that, do it fuckin' good or it's more of the lash, more of my piss, and the parachute stays on! Fuckin' lick me, lick me - yes, yes,yes!"

That's the way to talk to a slave while he's muff diving, I decided, thrilling to the lust of the orgasm, but not allowing him the satisfaction of thinking he was in charge!

As my climax subsided, daddy again rose to kiss me. Let him, I wanted to taste myself again!

He smooched me, his mouth sensual and tasting of pussy. I ran my hand over his rampant cock, feeling his pre-cum drooling in adoration of my sexy little pussy.

"Darlin' daddy," I cooed, kissing him lightly on his sweat-stained cheek. "You want to fuck me, don't you?"

He groaned: "Ohmigod yes, mistress, oh yes!"

I smiled. "No ones put their cock in me yet, darlin' daddy. Do you think you could do a good enough job?" I asked, egging him on.

"Oh yes, darling mistress, I'm sure I could," he was almost begging.

Then I lowered the boom on the filthy fucker.

"Tough luck, darlin' daddy," I grinned, resuming my stroking of his stiffness. "You've got a great cock, but there's only one thing I've got in mind for it."

Rob's eyes widened in big brown question marks. "And what's that, mistress?"

I laughed in his pussy-perfumed face. "A fuckin' flogging!"

To be continued...

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