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Erotica: Call Me Sir

November 10, 2021 By Sunny Leave a Comment

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***This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are consenting adults. 


The doorbell rings. I look at the time on my phone. She’s one minute early. Points for promptness. Perhaps she has been paying attention after all. I open the door and gesture for her to enter. Fear flashes across her lovely face briefly before being replaced by resolve. She remains silent as instructed, and crosses the threshold. Good girl, I think to myself not yet ready to praise her aloud. There is still the inspection to attend to.

She waits on the edge of the carpet in my living room while I close the door behind her. I’ve made my expectations clear in advance and now it’s time to see if she has been obedient. I twirl my finger in the air, indicating that she should rotate for inspection. As she spins slowly, my eyes roam over her slender form and my mind replays the highlights of the past few weeks like my own personal erotic movie.

Dear Mistress, the first message had read, I would like to inquire as to whether you are currently seeking a new submissive. If so, I would like to put forth myself for consideration. It had been polite and to the point, and the truth is, I hadn’t been seriously looking. I’d toyed with the idea from time to time, but understanding fully the responsibility of such an undertaking and in consideration of the fullness of my plate, it had not been something I’d pursued. Still, the message had been intriguing. I’d decided a conversation could be had.

Tell me what submission means to you, I’d replied. The response had been heartfelt and well composed. The conversation had continued. I’d prefer that you refer to me as Sir if we move forward, I’d written.

I’d considered what it meant to have a submissive in service, to own another person. I’d fantasized from time to time about finding a true service sub, one who truly derived pleasure from doing day to day tasks that made my life easier or more enjoyable in some way. I’d imagined finding one who worked hard to earn rewards and accepted graciously punishments when I deemed they were deserved, but who generally considered my satisfaction to be reward enough. Of course, a preference for punishment as reward could always be accommodated. I reflected on the gift of submission from a person whose pleasure I controlled completely, mine to play with, mine to share if I chose. I’d been fairly certain I’d not want to share often, but given my lifestyle it would be nice to have the option.

The fantasy part is always the easy part. I’d also spent time considering what it meant to take responsibility for the emotional and physical safety of another human being during power exchange. The importance of self-esteem building, trust, and fostering of personal growth. I’d taken her on a very vanilla date, to see if we had as much chemistry in person as on the phone. It had been there. We’d talked about my sadistic streak, my fascination with dollification and mind control, my primal tendencies, and my love of sensual BDSM. We’d discussed her curiosity about pain and her firmly rooted need to give control away.

My Daddy had encouraged me. “I think this is something you may need to explore,” he’d prodded gently. When she’d talked about her preference for order down to matching the socks when she did laundry and her understanding of the need for my morning coffee to be perfect, I’d offered her a contract. A three-month training period with an option to extend if things were going well had felt appropriate. She’d accepted my terms, and now, now she is here.

She completes her first rotation, remaining silent as I prefer. I catch the hem of her short dress in my hand, lifting it briefly to expose what lies underneath. I find only bare skin, as I have instructed. Finding everything in place, she receives her first “Good girl,” of the evening. I enjoy her radiant smile in response. I can’t want to see her face when she comes. I can’t wait to see her tears.

I’ve reviewed her limits list extensively, but before we begin, I ask her for her safe words one more time. She hasn’t forgotten. She is ready to begin. I lead her from the living room across the kitchen, beyond which lies a set of closed French doors. Lifting a black silk blindfold from the counter, I take her sight. “Once we enter that room, I will only stop if I hear your safe words. Are you ready?” I ask. She nods. “Address me properly,” I remind her.

“Yes Sir,” she says aloud this time. I open the doors and lead her forward. I guide her until her toes touch the edge of a large pillow on the floor. If she’s paid attention, she will know what to do next without direction. I smile when she lifts the dress up over her head and falls to her knees. I walk around her slowly. That’s two “Good girls,” earned so far tonight.

“Thank you, Mistress,” she says aloud. I wince. I really hate that. I pause and say nothing, allowing her to catch her own mistake. “Thank you, Sir,” she corrects herself. I sigh and tell her to assume a position on all fours. She complies.

“Just three this time,” I tell her. She is just learning after all. “I want you to count and when we are done to thank me properly this time.” My crop lands three times and I enjoy her tiny cries as she counts out loud. I feel slick begin to pool between my thighs at the sight of the pink blooming on her round yet toned bum. “Thank you, Sir!” she says correctly this time. I look forward to marking her soft skin with a cane.

“Stand now,” I command. I kiss her lips softly. “I’m so glad we’ve put that little incident behind us,” I soothe. She nods, lip quivering and dissolving my patience in desire. Of course, I’ll still stick to the plan. I have mastered control. I help her ease onto the excellent little bench I’ve ordered recently. Each knee and forearm rest on an individual pad, allowing me to bind her limbs in an all-fours position, elevated off the ground. I bind also her waist, securing her to the longest pad that runs from ribs to pelvis. Her beautiful face, still blindfolded, comes to rest in a round pillow, originally designed for massage tables.

I run my hand along her nude form, enjoying the way the tiny hairs on her body stand on end. I take my time allowing some anticipation to build as I examine the toys laid out in advance. I press play on the sound system, allowing the volume of the music to drown out the sound of my steps, stealing her awareness of my location in space. I whisper in her ear. “You are not allowed to come until I say so.”

I take this opportunity to fully appreciate her drenched pussy on display, smooth and free of any hair as I prefer. I look forward to her making another mistake so that I can spank it. Gently I run my fingers over her flesh and slip them into my mouth to taste her. I repeat this motion. this time pressing my fingers between her lips so that she can taste herself. I press one finger, then two, slowly inside of her tight core, enjoying the feeling of her muscles gripping my fingers. I slip into a rhythm, wrapping my other arm around her waist and allowing my fingers to dance against her clit while the first set fuck her in time to the music.

I smile brightly when her body convulses involuntarily in its bonds. “Did you just come without permission?” I demand. I know the answer already but I appreciate her honestly as she nods. I sigh loudly for her benefit. “Address me properly,” I demand.

“I’m sorry Sir!” she whimpers and then cries out for me as my hand slaps against her bare pussy. “Count,” I instruct. “It will be three for the orgasm and one for the failure to address me properly.” I enjoy the quiver in her voice as she counts the first spank. The next two land on her ass, one on each cheek. I remind myself she is still learning after all. I pause, knowing she is tense and wondering where the last will land. I strike between her legs again and something magical happens. I see her body coil on the edge of coming a second time, but she fights for control of her body and wins. “Good girl!” I praise. “Put your mouth to good use and if you please me. I’ll allow you to come again tonight.

“Yes Sir,” she agrees more confidently this time. I can see she’s getting the hang of it. This is for the best because as much as I love punishment, I don’t tolerate slow learners well. I appreciate her intelligence. I unzip my pants and allow them to fall to my ankles, baring my own most sensitive flesh. I straddle the donut pillow and lift her chin with my fingers. Her lips and tongue begin to move. It’s clear she’s eager to please, eager to prove herself. I hold her face firmly in place, allowing my hips to grind gently against her mouth, edging myself nearly to madness before I allow myself my first release.

“Good girl,” I praise, rounding behind her again with silver plug and lubricant in hand. “All of these holes are mine,” I remind her, slipping on a nitrile glove and pressing a finger against her tighter opening. She squirms in her bonds and I enjoy watching the struggle. I pause. She is learning after all. “I will only stop for your safe words,” I remind her. I watch her set her jaw in resolve. No words escape her lips. I nod, though she can’t see me. She is making a strong effort.

I press my finger firmly inside of her ass, waiting for her to relax before sliding it in and out several times. When I withdraw it completely, it is to allow the smallest plug in the set to take its place. She whimpers softly as I push the plug inside and feel it slide into place with a satisfying POP. “Good girl,” I encourage her, massaging her ass cheeks as she accommodates the plug. Removing the glove, I press my fingers back inside of her core. Her wetness betrays her. She is enjoying this small pain. I smile. I’m enjoying it too.

I reach for my newest toy, excited to finally give it a test run. I slide one end of the dildo inside of myself. The shorter curved end has a vibrating contour that presses directly against my clit. I press the other end inside of her, enjoying the gasp she makes at feeling so full. I release one hand from its bonds. “Play with yourself,” I command, “but wait until I give you permission or the punishment will be more severe for a second offense.”

I slide my shirt up over my head. My hands are free to grasp her shoulders as I press my breasts against her back and slam my hips forward. Each time I penetrate her with the toy, it thrusts back inside of me increasing my own pleasure. I turn on the vibration and feel her tense beneath me. She digs the fingernails of the bound hand into the pad of the bench, but her free hand continues to stoke her clit. I begin to fuck her harder now, fucking myself at the same time. I grind my hips, forcing the toy deeper. I feel my own core clamp down on the toy, hovering on the edge of release. I feel her body tense beneath me, fighting the urge to let go. A single tear escapes the blindfold sending me completely over the edge. “Come now I demand,” as we detonate together.

Withdrawing my new cock, I kiss between her shoulder blades. I carefully massage her remaining wrist and ankles as I release each one. I leave the blindfold in place however until we reenter the kitchen and I close the French doors behind me. I’ll leave the mystery of that room intact.

Restoring her vision, I tangle a fist in her hair and kiss her firmly. “You did well this first time,” I whisper, enjoying the shy pride that crosses her face. I lead her to the bathroom and start the shower. “We’ll sleep in the guest room tonight,” I advise her. My other partner is surely already asleep in the bedroom we share. I smile. I adore his submission in our day-to-day life, but he doesn’t share my desire for kink in the bedroom. My Daddy isn’t here this weekend, but I’m sure he’ll want to hear all about our escapades tomorrow.

I slide into bed beside her, snuggled under the fluffy blankets. My fingers trace her body more gently now in deference to the soreness I’m sure she feels. I know I’ll need to have her again before I sleep. Mine, I think to myself as my fingers begin to play and I swallow her soft cries in kisses. Tonight, I’m taking ownership of her body. I smile in the darkness. I can’t wait to introduce her to hypnosis and take control of her mind.


Sunny Leigh Mayne is writer of romance and erotica specializing in dark romance and fetish/BDSM stories. An active member of the BDSM community, her interests include erotic hypnosis, dollification, sensual BDSM, and primal play. Identifying as pansexual, Sunny enjoys writing stories that are inclusive of diverse sexual orientations and gender identities. Her writings are intended for mature audiences aged 18 and older, and may contain some content triggers that some readers may find disturbing. She is also a visual artist and enjoys creating erotic art using mixed media. A lover of animals, and a proponent of animal rights advocacy, Sunny has several pets at home. Characters in all stories by Sunny Leigh Mayne are adults and any similarities to persons real or fictional are purely coincidental. Her books can be found at https://www.amazon.com/author/sunnyleighmayne. Her new website SLM Naughty Book Nook is live! https://sunnyleighmayne.com/ Sign up for e-mails to stay up to date on her newest book releases and receive surprise erotic short stories!

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Erotica: Brand Spanking New

November 4, 2021 By Sunny 2 Comments

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***This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are consenting adults. 


As the Uber pulls up in a seemingly abandoned industrial lot my stomach does flip flops. “Are you sure this is the right place Daddy?” I whisper. He opens the door and jumps out of the SUV. 

“Let Daddy take a look around and make sure Babygirl,” he says, “stay in the car for a moment.” As the door slams closed and I watch him head towards what looks like an abandoned warehouse the driver catches my attention. He looks extremely uncomfortable.

“Where did you say you were going again?” he asks, “some kind of party?” I decide at this point I may as well just level with him. He’s been a good sport after all, driving through this run-down part of town. I gesture towards the gates.

“We’re looking for a club,” I say, showing him the venue’s website on my phone. 

“I’ve never heard of it,” he says sounding skeptical, “what kind of club is it?” It’s now or never I think to myself and I don’t want to risk being left in this neighborhood at night if there has been a mistake. 

“It’s a BDSM club,” I say, “you know, for play.” 

“What do you mean play?”, he asks, “like spanking and sex and stuff?” I sigh. This isn’t going well. I nod to indicate that it is indeed that kind of stuff. Now the driver looks completely alarmed. “Honey, are you sure you want to go into a place like that, and with your father of all people?” he asks. 

Now it’s my turn to look shocked. “He’s not my father” I exclaim, “he’s my…boyfriend!” The driver bursts into laughter. 

“I’m just shitting you,” he says, “but seriously hun are you sure you want to go into that place?” I don’t have time to answer before Daddy returns to the car and opens the door.

“Come on baby,” he says holding out his hand, “this is it.” I’m tempted to tell the driver to take me right back to the hotel but it is far too late for cold feet. Clubs like this aren’t legal in our state and we’ve had to drive a long way to get here. I know Daddy will not allow me to chicken out. I grab the bag with my special boots and a bottle of wine in it. It’s freezing outside and Daddy has told me to put on my jeans and regular boots under my dress and parka. I’ll be able to easily take them off and change my shoes inside. I take a deep breath, look at my Daddy from under glitter covered lashes, and take his hand.

I relax a bit when I see the sign for valet parking and the friendly bouncers at the door usher us inside. Daddy has RSVP’d and we’re expected. It only takes a few minutes for him to sort out our membership and I use the time to wriggle out of my jeans leaving myself in a tiny white bodycon dress, if you can even call it a dress based on the lack of fabric. I slip on my brand-new Pleasers, shiny blue and purple 10 inch platform boots that remind me of a galaxy, and check that the sparkly belt is secured around my hips. It’s made of lots of pounded metal rings that catch the light and jingle when I dance or walk with a little wiggle in my hips. Daddy has joined me by now and is stuffing things in our locker. He holds out his hands for my coat. The air in the entrance is cold on my skin through the cutouts in the dress and I know my nipples will be visible through the thin white stretch fabric and my unlined lace bra. We’ve come this far however and I put on my brave face and give Daddy my coat.

“There you go,” he coaxes, “beautiful.” As we enter the club proper my Daddy keeps his arm wrapped snuggly around my waist. The bartender opens our bottle of wine, pouring two glasses worth into plastic cups. Normally I will savor wine, but in this instance, my body is on high alert and I barely even register the variety. One glass is all that either of us will have while we are here. I snuggle into him and watch people curiously. I feel safe in his arms and that gives me the freedom to explore.

After a brief walking tour we settle in the leather covered seating area near the edge of the dance floor. I sip my wine and think about the scenes we’ve just taken in. We’d paused on our circuit to watch a flogger tutorial with the recipient of the flogging casually leaning against a spanking bench looking bored as her bum jiggled nicely after every swat landing in a figure eight rhythm. I recall pausing in a viewing room and witnessing the tail end of what appeared to be a very satisfying threesome and also watching a lady wantonly spread eagled on a type of bench I’ve never seen before while a handsome man licked her pussy. Another man, presumably her partner, had been nearby and appeared to be taking mental notes before stepping in to finish the job himself.

Daddy kisses me and strokes my body and I wonder how many eyes are on us. My body never fails to respond to his touch and tonight is no different as I feel the slick pooling between my thighs. The music isn’t really great but I do love to dance and a pole in the center of the dance floor catches my eye. I feel brave enough at this point to make a song request and as Marcy Playgrounds’s Sex and Candy comes on over the speaker I begin to dance with abandon. My dress rides up as I swing my hips to the music and for once I don’t care that everyone can see my pale lavender lace panties. I know I’m surrounded by a crowd but I keep my eyes on Daddy and he grounds me.

When the song is finished, he joins me on the dance floor. My Daddy kisses me and as I turn to grind my hips against him he wraps one hand softly around my throat and uses the other to gently stroke my pussy. At the hotel Daddy took me several times before calling for a ride because I didn’t think I’d feel ready to be taken in front of such a crowd. He always keeps his promises and so his hands stroke me on top of the panties even though I now desperately want him inside of me again.

When the tension builds to the point where neither of us can stand it, we both know we need some form of release. He takes me by the hand and leads me back towards the smallest dungeon in the back of the club. “If I can’t take you now I need to spank you,” he says, and bends me over a spanking bench, “then I need to take you back to the hotel to fuck you again.” He folds me the short way over the bench so that my body is folded nearly in half and my hair hangs over my eyes. As he lifts my dress exposing my bum and begins to rub my cheeks in preparation I grip the legs of the bench. There is some padding but even in my sky high platforms I’m so petite that my toes barely brush the ground and I feel the pain of the bench digging into my hip bones from which I am suspended. I can hear the moans coming from the couple fucking in the corner of the room but otherwise we are alone.

The situation is unusual. I almost never willingly accept punishment and if I am really naughty Daddy has to catch and pin me so that I can’t wriggle free before the spanking begins. In the moment however things feel right and I don’t really have time to figure out why because I feel the burn of the first spank landing on my nearly bare bottom. I know this time will be intense because Daddy always starts with softer spanks and this one is quite hard. I can’t help but let out little cries as he strikes me over and over, pausing to caress my abused cheeks before doling out an even harder set of blows. As the intensity builds I squirm as little as I am able without being able to use my feet for support. I keep my pride intact and do not ask him to stop or cover my bum with my hands. He keeps me in suspense landing several blows on one side and then the other before changing his rhythm and alternating single cracks against each cheek. I begin to lose time.

As the intensity mounts and the pain increases, I become aware that the room is now silent. I think the other couple must have left and I feel as if I am alone in a private bubble with my Daddy. All I can hear are my own breathless cries and the sound of his flesh slapping against mine. Finally, the pain ceases. I still don’t hear a sound as he takes me by the waist and lifts me to my feet. My eyes are closed and I collapse backwards against him. “Thank you Daddy,” I whisper on impulse, sure that to passersby it would seem that I am thanking him for punishment as ritual may dictate for some. Really, I think I’m thanking him for the tenderness he is showing me in this moment as he supports me in his arms, kissing me deeply, and bringing me back to reality. As awareness slowly returns to me, I realize that the silent room is not empty at all. In fact, quite a crowd has gathered. I feel no shame however knowing that my Daddy is proud of me.

Daddy whisks me away to the bar and gives me time to drink a whole glass of water. When I am finished, he tells me that it is time to leave. He arranges a ride and helps me put on my jeans and normal shoes. He buttons up my parka so that I won’t be cold. I feel so sleepy as I snuggle against him in the back of seat of the car which luckily didn’t have much trouble finding us this time. When we enter the hotel room we wash the club grit off of our hands but he tells me to leave my dress on and peels off my boots and jeans. He presses me firmly into the bed, our toys already spread out on the comforter.

My bum hurts but he holds me firmly in place as he drips lube onto me and presses a small glass dildo resembling beads into my ass. I tell him so but he continues gently and unyieldingly to fill me, each bead increasing in size. Daddy encourages me to rub my clit as the toy sinks deeper and he reminds me that it hurts but that there is pleasure to be found alongside the pain. “Good girl,” he soothes as the last bead is pressed inside, “you’ve taken it all and you have made Daddy very happy tonight.” He holds the anchor bead in place and drags me to the side of the bed where I kneel with splayed knees and my chest on the mattress. 

“This ass is mine,” he says as he stands behind me and twists the glass inside of me. I feel my drenched pussy clenching already as he begins to fill it with his cock. “This pussy is mine too,” he growls, as he fully seats himself inside of my core. As his pace increases and he penetrates me roughly he plunges the glass in and out so that I am doubly full and doubly fucked. I continue to stroke myself gently, and when I sink deeply enough into the sensation that pleasure finally becomes tangled with the pressure and pain, I explode in ecstasy. It seems like I am coming forever and I cry out for my Daddy. I lie shaking on the bed as Daddy finally allows himself to lose control and comes inside of me. With his fist tangled in my hair and his mouth pressed against my ear, I hear him say the only thing I need to hear. “You are mine.”



Sunny Leigh Mayne is writer of romance and erotica specializing in dark romance and fetish/BDSM stories. An active member of the BDSM community, her interests include erotic hypnosis, dollification, sensual BDSM, and primal play. Identifying as pansexual, Sunny enjoys writing stories that are inclusive of diverse sexual orientations and gender identities. Her writings are intended for mature audiences aged 18 and older, and may contain some content triggers that some readers may find disturbing. She is also a visual artist and enjoys creating erotic art using mixed media. A lover of animals, and a proponent of animal rights advocacy, Sunny has several pets at home. Characters in all stories by Sunny Leigh Mayne are adults and any similarities to persons real or fictional are purely coincidental. Her books can be found at https://www.amazon.com/author/sunnyleighmayne. Her new website SLM Naughty Book Nook is live! https://sunnyleighmayne.com/ Sign up for e-mails to stay up to date on her newest book releases and receive surprise erotic short stories!

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Erotica: Barbie Girl

October 27, 2021 By Sunny 2 Comments

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***This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are consenting adults. 


I hum the song again softly to myself. It’s stuck in my head. The words play again in my mind. Life is plastic. It’s fantastic. I giggle out loud. Not plastic….wax.  I begin to drift again. My head spins. I’m dehydrated. I reach for my bottle of diet coke and lift it to my lips. I freeze in place. The bottle in my hand is very real but all I can see is a version that resembles a tiny toy soda in a doll house, the liquid is really only a swipe of paint in acrylic. No liquid touches my lips. 

“Need a little help baby?” my Daddy asks, returning from the bathroom and taking in my frozen state. I can’t move, legs extended in a rigid pose with one hand still holding the Coke. I manage to move my lips. I find sound.

“Daddy? Am I a little girl or little doll?” I whisper, my voice magnified by the open bottle still close to my lips. He climbs up onto the bed and bumps the end of the bottle up a little bit higher, allowing the soda to flow into my mouth. I swallow and sigh in relief. I am so thirsty. I giggle again as the music in my mind plays anew. This time I hum the tune out loud. Dress me up, make it tight, I’m your dolly. 

“You’re a little girl sweetheart,” he soothes me, and I relax my body finding I can move after all. Yay fractionation. I am hypno fucked-up. “You need to drink more fluids baby,” Daddy encourages. Diet coke is not ideal but it’s what’s available in the hotel room on demand. “I wonder if the soda can make you come?” he teases, knowing my whole body is sensitized and wanting to encourage me to drink. 

I lift the bottle to my lips, this time with two hands, only to find myself stuck again. Fucking fake plastic soda. “You’re my little girl sweetheart,” Daddy gently reminds me and bumps the bottle again. This time, as the bubbles flow down my throat orgasm tears through my body. 

How did I get here? Oh yeah….Daddy turned my key. I’d eaten some chocolate, melted and then re-solidified into one large confectionary chunk. We’d checked in to this hotel and agreed to a little dolly time. The hypnosis had done the rest. I lie back against the mattress and as I float, I relive the evening all over again.

My entire body tingles, every vibration, every touch and sound, bringing me close to orgasm. Daddy locks my private collar around my neck. “What does this collar mean?” he asks me, beginning our ritual. 

“I belong to Daddy,” I respond instinctually. This is the correct and only answer, and I’m rewarded with a “good girl.” As he pins me to the mattress with his large hand around my throat, Daddy reminds that my collar is not the only lock that matters. He is in possession of a very different sort of key. It clicks into place and my body becomes rigid. 

Daddy spreads my legs and bends them on the bed. The don’t budge and inch as he laps between my thighs with a skill that makes me scream out my pleasure, but only in my mind. My lips remain silent. I am a motionless compliant doll, a fucktoy at his disposal. 

Daddy climbs on top of me, bending one leg and then the other like a pretzel, with my blue painted toes pressed against his chest just under his chin. He lifts each arm in turn around his neck and they lock in place, arms straight and bent at the wrists. They remain fixed behind his head as he crushes my body under his weight, folding me in half, and slamming his cock inside of me. 

My body can’t move of its own accord but it produces slick and I am wet and ready for Daddy. I don’t have to ask permission to come because I am unable to speak, and the tiny convulsions that make my muscles quiver and the spasms of my kitty around his shaft are the only indication of the ecstasy he brings me.  

Daddy withdraws from my core and extends my limbs before rolling me on my belly. He lifts and turns me effortlessly, and I feel him mount me with my thighs pressed nearly together and one of his legs outside of each of mine. The position is impossibly tight but he presses against me with expert precision and pounds into me with the ferocity of a wild bear. He growls as he slams my petite form into the mattress, bringing me to release again and again, before finally spilling his seed in my belly. 

I lay still on the mattress, trembling internally when I hear him whisper in my ear. “Are you ready for the wax?” Yes I’m not sure if I answer in my mind or out loud. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t need my permission. As the first drops of wax strike my skin, feeling like burning rain, each new pour causing orgasm to detonate inside of my silent form, I feel that my humanity is melting away. I have no fears or concerns, only sensation. I am simply a doll, an object of pleasure, my Daddy’s most cherished possession. My thoughts drift completely away. 

“You’re my little girl,” Daddy soothes, gently bringing me back to the present reality. He tosses me over his shoulder as if I weigh nothing and carries me into the bathroom where he gently washes away the wax and the traces of our love. I enjoy his ministrations as he runs his soapy hands over my body, gently towels me off, and tucks me into bed. A powerade is discovered packed in the overnight bag, and hydration is achieved. I won’t need any melatonin to sleep tonight snuggled against my Daddy’s chest. His scent envelopes me as he holds me close and helps me sink into a deep and natural sleep. “You’re such a good girl,” he whispers, to the last traces of my consciousness as I drift off in a sea of bliss and darkness takes me.  


Sunny Leigh Mayne is writer of romance and erotica specializing in dark romance and fetish/BDSM stories. An active member of the BDSM community, her interests include erotic hypnosis, dollification, sensual BDSM, and primal play. Identifying as pansexual, Sunny enjoys writing stories that are inclusive of diverse sexual orientations and gender identities. Her writings are intended for mature audiences aged 18 and older, and may contain some content triggers that some readers may find disturbing. She is also a visual artist and enjoys creating erotic art using mixed media. A lover of animals, and a proponent of animal rights advocacy, Sunny has several pets at home. Characters in all stories by Sunny Leigh Mayne are adults and any similarities to persons real or fictional are purely coincidental.

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Erotica: Bad Kitty

October 20, 2021 By Sunny 2 Comments

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***This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are consenting adults. 


I stand before him in just my panties. They’re the little ones with pink ruffles on the edges and a print made of tiny pink hearts and kitties. He’s standing at the foot of the bed. The new frame has arrived and I note the iron bars on the headboard that allow plenty of attachment points for restraints.

He unbuckles his belt and I feel the slick begin to soak my panties. I’m always wet and ready for Daddy. I smile as he sits down on the edge. Daddy feels my energy shift. “Not so fast Babygirl,” he says, folding the belt in his hands and making my heart begin to race. “I know it’s been a while since you’ve seen Daddy but I think someone has been touching her kitty and making explosions without Daddy’s permission.” I look at my toes, shame heating my cheeks and turning them pink. “Do you know who that little girl might be?”

I look up at Daddy and my eyes begin to brim with tears. “Blaidd,” I whisper, always being honest with Daddy. “I’m sorry Daddy, it’s just been such a long time.”

“I forgive you sweetheart,” Daddy says, “but we need to make this right before you deserve to have Daddy’s cock.” Daddy knows I’ve had the special herbal blend that heightens every sensation in my body. I’ve already begun to tingle when he pats his lap, indicating that I should assume the position. I’m nervous but I don’t fight him this time. I know that I’ve been naughty, and it has been a lot of times.

Daddy peels my panties off gently, and sets the soaked fabric aside. He runs his fingers through my slick as he lays me over one knee on the bed and tosses the other leg over my lower back, pinning me in place. CRACK. The first strike lands on my bottom. It hurts and I whimper. “One,” I count out loud.

Two more strikes land, and while it hurts, the herbs are in full force now and I notice that every touch, every brush of fabric or Daddy against my skin, causes tingles between my legs. Even the belt strikes, which bring pain with every blow, begin to hurt good. “Five,” I count.

Daddy lets me up and I’m surprised. Only five stripes is generous of Daddy given the number of illicit orgasms. “All done Daddy?” I whimper. Daddy smiles and massages my sore bum for a moment, nearly causing me to come. I resist. I’ll be sure to ask permission this time.

“Not quite little one,” he says gently but firmly. “You see, Kitty has also been naughty. She was an active participant in this week’s shenanigans.” I pale just a little as he grabs me around the waist and drags me onto the center of the bed. This time I do squirm and resist as he binds me spread eagled on the bed with a cleverly hidden set of underbed restraints. “It’s only fair baby, you have a very naughty kitty.”

I cry out when the first blow of the belt lands directly on my clit. The strikes are fairly soft but my anticipation amplifies the sensation by a thousand times. The pace begins to increase as I whimper and squirm on the bed, soaking the sheets beneath me. The hardness of the strikes begins to gradually increase, right in time with my pain and arousal.

I call his name out loud now. “Daddy please,” I beg, unsure if I’m pleading for the pain to stop or for it to continue. The blows keep coming down and certainty about what I need fills my mind as I find myself on the precipice of coming. I ask permission this time. “Daddy please. More. I need to explode.”

“Good girl!” he says enthusiastically, increasing both the speed and the intensity of the belt. “Come for Daddy!” His words and the frantic beating of the belt push me past the brink of sanity. as pain and pleasure bleed together and I detonate, convulsing on the mattress.

Daddy frees me and pulls me to my hands and knees. “Now you deserve Daddy’s cock,” he announces before looping his belt around my ribs and slamming into me from behind. I scream silently now as he uses the belt to control my breath while he pounds relentlessly into my tiny, abused kitty.

I gasp as he loosens the belt just enough to let it slide down and retighten around my waist, and using it for leverage then, begins to fuck me with abandon. I claw the sheets and whimper as he snarls behind me and sinks his teeth into the tender flesh between my shoulder and my throat. “Mine,” he growls, words clear despite being uttered around a mouthful of me. He doesn’t release me until he makes his own explosion, filling me with his seed.

We both collapse on the bed, and he pulls me close, catching some of the seeds dripping from between my thighs and pressing his fingers into my mouth. I suck them clean and he kisses me deeply then before wrapping me tightly in his arms. “I missed you,” he says, as I press my forehead to his and run my hands along the sides of his face, memorizing every line and curve. “I missed you too,” I whisper. “With Daddy is where I’m meant to be.”


Sunny Leigh Mayne is writer of romance and erotica specializing in dark romance and fetish/BDSM stories. An active member of the BDSM community, her interests include erotic hypnosis, dollification, sensual BDSM, and primal play. Identifying as pansexual, Sunny enjoys writing stories that are inclusive of diverse sexual orientations and gender identities. Her writings are intended for mature audiences aged 18 and older, and may contain some content triggers that some readers may find disturbing. She is also a visual artist and enjoys creating erotic art using mixed media. A lover of animals, and a proponent of animal rights advocacy, Sunny has several pets at home. Characters in all stories by Sunny Leigh Mayne are adults and any similarities to persons real or fictional are purely coincidental. Her books can be found at https://www.amazon.com/author/sunnyleighmayne

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