Torture by orgasm

Daddy read my post from last night and wasn't too happy.  Well, I mean, he was happy that I didn't break his rules and "handle" things myself without his permission... and I didn't, I fell asleep debating whether I should or shouldn't!  But he was upset at me for not waking him up when I was having my little dilemma.

"How many times have I told you, Baby Girl, that even if I'm sound asleep, it doesn't matter?! If you want me to fuck you, I'll be more than happy to oblige!"

It's true, we've had this discussion before.  It's just that, I feel so bad, waking him up when he's sleeping so peacefully.  And last night he fell asleep watching tv, because he has a cold so hasn't been sleeping well.  I don't feel it's my place to wake him up for my silly needs.

"Do I consider whether I should bother you when I wake you in the morning and have my way with you before I go to work, little one?"

"Well, no... but that's your right Daddy!"

It was such a silly sub kind of answer that he laughed.  "It's your right too!  You own this dick just as much as I do.  Silly girl."

I do understand what he's saying.  And he's even made it a rule that if I'm horny, I need to tell him, even if he's sleeping. As he pointed out, maybe he couldn't have satisfied all of my needs last night (all the submissive desires I had, that is), but he could have helped out a lot.  Plus he woke up all horny himself, but didn't have any time to do anything about it this morning, so perhaps I could have circumvented that last night as well.  Oops.

Today, he employed what I think is one of his more enjoyed forms of punishment, reserved for when I screw up sexually: the torture-by-orgasm treatment.  Made worse by the fact that the kids were home so I had to be super quiet!  For about 45 minutes, I became Daddy's little whore, tossed around the bed in various positions and intermittently fucked hard with fingers, then cock, back and forth.  He knows exactly how to bring on different kinds of orgasms in me, and bringing them on one after the other is a unique brand of wonderful/terrible torture that I know his inner sadist just eats up.

Then, of course, after he finally relents and releases himself inside of me, and I'm lying on the bed, a wet, sticky, panting, worn-out mess, what does he say?  Not one word about any of it!  He says, "What are you wearing tonight?  We have to leave soon."  Good lord, you expect me to go to someone's house and visit with them after you just did all of that to me??  Yes, he most certainly did!

So off we went so Daddy and his buddies could watch MMA fighting together.  And I felt content and happy, and quite submissive tonight.  I asked Daddy what he wanted and got him more Pepsi when his was empty, without him saying a word... and the other men there noticed, because they always notice. I love making my Daddy proud of me. :)