Amanda Lee

I was very excited, that night as I prepared to meet with daddy. So excited, that my stomach was a little upset, since I knew it was to be a night of firsts. Daddy had refused to give me any details of what he had in mind, although we had talked about some things I was interested in but hadn’t done yet. He was so mysterious! It turned me on, and also made me nervous.

So I took special care to dress in a way that I hoped daddy would find attractive. I took time choosing the right bra, G-string, garter belt and stockings that I thought would appeal to him, completing the outfit with a tight blue skirt, a white blouse, and white heels. I took more time than I planned to, putting the outfit together and bringing along a few things that I thought might contribute to the fun. As a result, a couple of minutes before I was supposed to be there, I texted daddy that I was going to be late by about 30 minutes. He said only that I should text him when I arrived.

I must say that the bimbo side of me often takes too long to get ready, but once my date sees how I look, it’s never a problem. I can’t deny that I’ve gotten away with a lot in my life because of my looks, and that’s why I’m such a brat. On this night, I pulled into daddy’s driveway as Eminem and Akon sang “Smack That” on the radio. I texted daddy that I was there, and the garage door went up.

I walked in through his garage, and he opened the door to let me in. We looked at each other, and I hoped that he would kiss me. He is such a good kisser! But he didn’t. He looked at me coldly and told me to go sit on the couch. I did so, looking at a pull-up contraption right next to the couch and idly wondering if he was planning to hang me up on it.

He returned after a while, and asked me what time I had arrived. I said nine thirty. He asked me what time I was told to be there. I said nine o’clock. Daddy is a military man, and I’m sure timeliness means a lot to him. He went to one of the top military schools in the country. I was fidgeting and feeling very uncomfortable, since it was obvious he was not overlooking my violation of his order, and he didn’t care how cute I (hopefully) looked.

He told me to go upstairs to the one room with an open door, which he called “my room.” He said to take all of my clothes off, fold them neatly in a chair that was in a corner of the room, and then open a bench in the center of the room that contained an outfit he wanted me to put on. He looked right through me. All of my efforts to connect made no impression on him at all. It was unsettling.

After getting my orders, I got up and silently went upstairs to “my room” with my eyes downcast. It looked like an interrogation room – bright, harsh lights that would be good if you were trying to coerce someone to confess to a crime – and in one corner, a table with a number of tools laid out, including a riding crop, a chain of some kind, some vibrators, whips, and other items I didn’t recognize. But at this point, I didn’t want to piss daddy off any more than I already had. So I took off all my clothes, folded them super neatly, in case he decided to inspect them (he did), and opened the bench to find the outfit he wanted me to wear.

The “outfit” consisted of a black G string, with a small package containing a chain. I managed to get the chain out of the package without removing it from the G string, in case I didn’t have permission to do that, and then I put on the G string, the chain, and some black heels I had brought along, and went to stand in the corner.

I have never had to stand in the corner in my entire life! It was humiliating, and I hated being dressed in nothing but a G string, after all of my efforts in putting together a cute outfit. On the other hand, I didn’t want to anger daddy. He told me to stand in the corner and think about the importance of being on time, and so that’s what I did…just in case daddy could read my mind and check the thoughts I was thinking. I stood there for what seemed like forever, but it was probably about 30 minutes. Silence. Nothing from daddy.

He told me to text him if I needed something, so at some point I got my phone and texted him to ask if I could go to the bathroom. He said, yes, and then go back to the wall. Ugh! I did so, staring at it and trying to think about being on time until suddenly I could feel him behind me. He asked me why I hadn’t removed the package (with the chain) from the G-string. I turned to look at him, and he told me he had not given me permission to look at him. So I turned to face the wall again, feeling his eyes burning into me, his presence right behind me, hating that I was standing there, so naked and vulnerable. But afraid to disobey him.

Daddy left for a while, and then came back, telling me to kneel down at the bench. I did so, and he squatted beside me. He told me that since I felt free to be 30 minutes late, he was going to spank me for 30 minutes. He gave me a safe word, and another if the spanking got too rough and I needed him to lighten up. I was determined never to use either.

True to his word, with me naked and exposed, he smacked my ass over and over again without stopping, for 30 minutes. He took pictures of my ass. (See, “I was late.”) It was my first adult spanking, and since it was my interest in spanking that first brought me to Fetlife, I can’t deny that I was very aroused, despite the pain. My ass kept gyrating and moving over towards him. But he told me to get back in position, even though he did hold my hand for the last ten minutes or so that he spanked me. I was kissing his hand, even as he took the riding crop and whacked my ass harder. It was the strangest sensation, feeling so aroused and attracted to someone who was humbling me and punishing me like this. During the last ten minutes or so of this discipline, daddy started lightly massaging my clit in between spanking me. When he took out the riding crop, he slid it between my legs and against my clit before he used it on my ass, and I wanted to climb onto his lap and bounce on that big, thick, hard cock of his. But he was focused on discipline, and wouldn’t let me. Even when I started to cum, as all of this punishment was going on, he made me wait each time, until he gave me permission. This only increased the torture. I was going crazy with lust. I had never experienced anything like this before.

After I came several times, on my knees before the torture bench, daddy asked me how many times I had cum. I said five. He asked me what was the most I had ever cum at one time. I never counted, so I made a guess at twelve.

After an hour or so of this punishment, daddy decided that I had learned my lesson, and he allowed me to enter his bedroom, still naked except for the G-string, which he told me to remove. I don’t know what daddy had originally planned for the evening, and I suppose I never will. But he seemed satisfied that I was sufficiently chastised, and he proceeded to reward me for taking it like a good soldier, giving me what I wanted and bringing me to orgasm more than 40 times that night. I was so aroused after all of the discipline that my pussy just didn’t want to stop, but we ran out of waterproof blankets and finally I just collapsed against him. And then, to relax, he put on a military training video.

Amanda Lee is a lusty and enthusiastic newcomer to the world of kink who identifies with the submissive/slave/bimbo roles. After a lifetime of vanilla sex, she began to explore her dark side on Fetlife just five months ago and never looked back. Starting with a mentor who exposed her rather quickly to many dynamics of the D/s and M/s relationships via Skype, she has moved on to real life adventures. In her professional life, she is a writer.

The second time I talked with my mentor on the phone, I was very excited. Already the first time, my pussy had responded to him, squirting all over and soaking my bed. I had never experienced such a thing, that someone could do this with just their voice, and tone.

So almost as soon as we started talking, my pussy began responding again. I put the dildo in me as he instructed, but he told me not to come until he gave me permission. My pussy had other ideas, and she started squirting immediately. My mentor has this eerie way of seeming to hear every little noise or movement, and he asked me, “Did you just cum?” I said yes, and started giggling. In fact, I couldn’t stop giggling. I suppose I was just giddy with the pleasure of what I was experiencing, and I didn’t really think it was a big deal. I was wrong though.

He told me that I was a selfish little whore who only thought about my pussy, and that the first thought in my head in the morning, until I went to sleep at night, should be how to obey him. Then he told me to reach down into the puddle of cum between my legs and smear it all over my face. I started rubbing it on my cheeks and he said, “All over your face. All over your make up.” This was torture for me.

But he was not done. He said, “Since you like cumming so much, you can bend down and rub your face in that towel full of cum.” I ground my face right into that saturated towel, feeling horrible. But he was still not done. As he reprimanded me for being such a selfish slut, he told me to go get a mug. I got one, and then he instructed me to kneel in slave position, knees spread wide, and put the cup under me.

My mentor ordered me to stick the dildo into my pussy and fuck myself with it until I began to cum into the glass. He said to tell him when it was full. That didn’t take long. When it was filled to the brim, he instructed me to remove the glass from between my legs and take a sip of it, all the while telling me of my obligation to be obedient, not headstrong and selfish. I couldn’t believe I would actually drink my own cum. If anyone told me that one day I would be doing that, I would not have believed them.

But my mentor told me to drink it, and I wasn’t going to argue. Then he told me to drain the mug. This was unimaginable, but if you knew my mentor you would realize there is no arguing with him. So I drained the mug. My mentor gave me a few more words about what a selfish whore I was, and then hung up on me. At the time, no one had ever called me a whore or a slut, or ordered me to do such unspeakable things. I went to bed feeling terrible, and sad.

In time, however, I gained a better understanding of the need for obedience, and priorities. And, looking back on it, I was rather proud that I could do something so shocking without a second thought. Later we both found it amusing, and that wasn’t the last time I’ve drunk my own cum at his command. Like many new experiences, the first time was the worst time. But it was necessary for my mentor to do this, to train me to be the world class slut we both know I am meant to be.

Amanda Lee is a lusty and enthusiastic newcomer to the world of kink who identifies with the submissive/slave/bimbo roles. After a lifetime of vanilla sex, she began to explore her dark side on Fetlife just five months ago and never looked back. Starting with a mentor who exposed her rather quickly to many dynamics of the D/s and M/s relationships via Skype, she has moved on to real life adventures. In her professional life, she is a writer.

The second time I talked with my mentor on the phone, I was very excited. Already the first time, my pussy had responded to him, squirting all over and soaking my bed. I had never experienced such a thing, that someone could do this with just their voice, and tone.

So almost as soon as we started talking, my pussy began responding again. I put the dildo in me as he instructed, but he told me not to come until he gave me permission. My pussy had other ideas, and she started squirting immediately. My mentor has this eerie way of seeming to hear every little noise or movement, and he asked me, “Did you just cum?” I said yes, and started giggling. In fact, I couldn’t stop giggling. I suppose I was just giddy with the pleasure of what I was experiencing, and I didn’t really think it was a big deal. I was wrong though.

He told me that I was a selfish little whore who only thought about my pussy, and that the first thought in my head in the morning, until I went to sleep at night, should be how to obey him. Then he told me to reach down into the puddle of cum between my legs and smear it all over my face. I started rubbing it on my cheeks and he said, “All over your face. All over your make up.” This was torture for me.

But he was not done. He said, “Since you like cumming so much, you can bend down and rub your face in that towel full of cum.” I ground my face right into that saturated towel, feeling horrible. But he was still not done. As he reprimanded me for being such a selfish slut, he told me to go get a mug. I got one, and then he instructed me to kneel in slave position, knees spread wide, and put the cup under me.

My mentor ordered me to stick the dildo into my pussy and fuck myself with it until I began to cum into the glass. He said to tell him when it was full. That didn’t take long. When it was filled to the brim, he instructed me to remove the glass from between my legs and take a sip of it, all the while telling me of my obligation to be obedient, not headstrong and selfish. I couldn’t believe I would actually drink my own cum. If anyone told me that one day I would be doing that, I would not have believed them.

But my mentor told me to drink it, and I wasn’t going to argue. Then he told me to drain the mug. This was unimaginable, but if you knew my mentor you would realize there is no arguing with him. So I drained the mug. My mentor gave me a few more words about what a selfish whore I was, and then hung up on me. At the time, no one had ever called me a whore or a slut, or ordered me to do such unspeakable things. I went to bed feeling terrible, and sad.

In time, however, I gained a better understanding of the need for obedience, and priorities. And, looking back on it, I was rather proud that I could do something so shocking without a second thought. Later we both found it amusing, and that wasn’t the last time I’ve drunk my own cum at his command. Like many new experiences, the first time was the worst time. But it was necessary for my mentor to do this, to train me to be the world class slut we both know I am meant to be.

Amanda Lee is a lusty and enthusiastic newcomer to the world of kink who identifies with the submissive/slave/bimbo roles. After a lifetime of vanilla sex, she began to explore her dark side on Fetlife just five months ago and never looked back. Starting with a mentor who exposed her rather quickly to many dynamics of the D/s and M/s relationships via Skype, she has moved on to real life adventures. In her professional life, she is a writer.

I was feeling under the weather this day, so I worked from home and didn’t even get dressed. I decided that on this night, I would make a healthy salad and continue working. Instead, I made a salad and binge- watched my favorite Netflix show. I happened to mention this to my mentor. He asked me if I would like an assignment to help me focus. As always, I said yes.

This time, he wanted me to prop myself up on my shoulders by the side of my bed, so that my pussy was facing the ceiling, with the result that when I started to cum, it would drip down my body, and I would be bathed in my own cum. Of course I asked my mentor if I could please have 15 minutes to look presentable first, because I knew he would want me to film it. He said no. He also said no to 7 ½ minutes. He told me to be naked when I called him.

I grabbed my exercise mat, some towels, my toys, and lined up my new Flote, which holds my iPad for when we make videos. I turned on the camera, lined my body up the way I thought my mentor would want it, and called him. He immediately started bossing me around, which I relish, and demanded that I lift my ass higher, so that all of my cum would drip down my belly, across my breasts, and into my face.

Frustration! The exercise mat kept sliding back as I pushed my pussy skyward, so that most of my cum flooded down my ass and my back. For me, whatever the assignment may be, my main goal was pleasing Daddy. Because when Daddy is pleased with me, it makes me cum like crazy. The fact that all of my cum was dripping down my back and into the towels I had under my ass didn’t comply with Daddy’s demands. I wanted him to see all of the cum his words were inspiring, so he would be pleased with me.

I pushed my legs and ass up over my head, hoping that Daddy could see the cum that was squirting out of me. But I’m not sure he did. He was angry with me, because I couldn’t recall the exact way to ask him for permission to speak, so he made me keep coming all over myself, keeping fucking myself with the glass dildo, until I remembered the correct way to ask him for permission to speak. Daddy was not my master, but I did feel like I was his slave.

Once Daddy was satisfied that I had sufficiently cum all over myself and the floor, he ordered me to slurp it all up like the shameless whore that I am. Of course, I did just that. Unfortunately the towels had absorbed a lot of my juices. I hated to disappoint Daddy, because I know he expected to see my lips on the floor, lapping up puddles of cum like an obedient puppy. I always want Daddy to be pleased with my performance, so that he will say, good girl. This is my primary goal.

One thing I know. I love to cum, love to fuck myself with my toys. But what I love most of all is pleasing Daddy. That turns me on more than anything. So upon review of my own performance tonight, and how I can improve, I have decided that the next time Daddy wants to position me so that I cum all over myself, I will forget about an exercise mat, which can slide, and towels, so that all of my cum pours right into my face, or the floor beneath me. And then I will happily press my face into the floor, sucking up every drop of my own cum, as Daddy orders. My whole face will be wet from being pressed against the floor, until not a drop of my cum remains. And he will be pleased that I am such a good little girl.

Amanda Lee is a lusty and enthusiastic newcomer to the world of kink who identifies with the submissive/slave/bimbo roles. After a lifetime of vanilla sex, she began to explore her dark side on Fetlife just five months ago and never looked back. Starting with a mentor who exposed her rather quickly to many dynamics of the D/s and M/s relationships via Skype, she has moved on to real life adventures. In her professional life, she is a writer.