A New Toy

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Today while I was out running some errands, I finally found what I've been wanting to get for a long time: a chew toy for my little girl that makes a rattling noise. Almost like a baby toy, one that I can let her play with when she sits in my lap. When I saw it there, sitting on the shelf, its four little sorry excuses for legs dangling, I knew that it was going to be perfect for her.

My little sister asked me what I wanted to name it as I brought it to the cash register. I wasn't actually sure; I really hadn't thought of a name, as I assumed that my Amber would name it herself or wouldn't name it at all. Since it looks like a bit like a jellyfish, my little sister suggested that we name it something incredibly original: Jellyfish. But as I showed it to my little girl when I got home and told her its name, she decided on Jelly.

So this is Jelly, the toy that I bought for my baby girl. It's got four little string legs, tied into knots at the ends, and a soft body with a rattler inside. On the squiggly stripes, the colors are actually a bit paler and softer, but the starry section on the first image is fairly accurate.



We're going to have a lot of fun with Jelly. My little girl was making grabby-hands at me and getting all excited over its sound. The joy of a beautiful little girl; how delightful.

I also bought a lock that supports breast cancer. It's absolutely lovely; rather than the normal metal, it has a rubber pink coating, a breast cancer symbol and it says "Master," as the company's name is that. How coincidental—it works out quite perfectly. I'm sure that it will look great on a collar or chastity belt.

Truly, I need to get a toy chest or something to hold all of my wonderful things. My collection is becoming much too big.

She is My Flower

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I watched her turn the corner on East 36th Street, stupid wretch that she is. You would think that in this day and age, women would know not to walk home from work at night, in the dark. Apparently, they don’t.

Her hair was a dark brown, with faint highlights showered in random streaks, making it look a golden color when she walked past a street light. She wore a suit jacket that hit at her hips, hugged her curves around her waist, and a pencil skirt that had a provocative slit reaching all the way to her ass. I wanted to bite those curves, sink my teeth into that waist. She walked with an air to her that drew me in, intoxicated me. Her scent alone made me high.

What a stupid little girl. She turned around, must have heard me somehow. I’ve never slipped up like that before. So I backed against a wall, out of sight. She had a horrified look on her face, and turned back, continuing down the street, moving a little faster now. I honestly have no idea how anyone could not spot me, except for my movements’ speed. I’m a pretty pale guy.

But she didn’t. No one ever does. And I’m safe, for the time being. I came up behind her, slipped my hand up her thin, pinstripe jacket. She gasped, and grasped her purse, tightening her grip around it. Smirking, I pulled us out of the light, back into the shadows. I pushed a finger to her mouth, and whispered into her ear. “Shh, ma chérie,” I began, spreading the slit in her skirt with my other hand, “if you’re quiet, I’ll make this quick for the both of us.”

“You won’t make anything quick,” she screamed, biting my finger and running from me. I muttered a short 'fuck' under my breath and came after her, obviously too fast for her to truly escape me. I grabbed her around her waist and pulled her to my body.

“You will do as I say and obey me.” I put a hand over her mouth and took her purse from her. “Don’t worry, love, I’ll carry your things for you. I’m quite a gentleman.” I punctured her neck with one of my nails, and she instantly fainted. Then I slung her over my shoulder, racing her to my very “humble” abode.

She woke up in my bed, stretching and blinking her eyes. She looked so sweet and pure…so innocent. I poured us each glasses of red wine, holding them both in one hand. She raised an eyebrow at me questioningly.

“Where the hell did you take me, you creep?”

I laughed and handed her one of the glasses. “You’re in my home. Welcome.” Kissing her on the cheek, I laughed again and grinned. She pushed me away, spilling the wine all over my silk sheets. “Now you’ve done it, missy. You got wine all over my beautiful sheets!” I ripped them off and put them on the floor, glaring at her. “You don’t want to know what lengths it took to get those.”

“I can imagine, weirdo…” Wrapping her arms around herself, she shivered a bit. “I’m a New Yorker, and I’m not going to be taken advantage of.” She pushed me back again and got off of my bed. “Now I’m leaving. Give me my bag and show me your door.”

“No, love. You’re staying here with me until I’m finished with you.” I ran my tongue over her cheek and held her face in my hands, taking in her scent. She gasped, shaking. “I’m going to make love to you and have you as mine.” Trailing a few kisses down her face, I reached her neck, sighing. “You smell beautiful.”

Snarling at me, she slapped me in the face. “Yeah, thanks. Now let me go, creep!” I grabbed her upper arms, gently moving my tongue against her neck.

“I won’t ever let you go.” Pushing her back onto my bed, I met her there, my hands sinking into the mattress at either side of her head, knees spreading her legs apart, making her skirt ride up around her waist. She was wearing a white lace thong. I pressed myself against her, whispering into her ear. “I am going to have you…and take you…and you will be with me forever.” She was still shaking, biting her lower lip. I undid her suit jacket, revealing a white silk blouse. I slid a few of those buttons out of their slits, kissing her breasts. Her bra was the only black article of clothing under her suit. “Tell me your name.” She hesitated, still shivering. “Tell me your name now!”

“Allison. My name is Allison.” She looked into my eyes, the fear detectable in her quivering breath.

“Allison,” I repeated, letting it roll off of my tongue, sucking it back in and swallowing it. “What a beautiful name.” With my index finger, I popped her bra open—a trick easily done when the clasp is in the front—then flicked my tongue over her nipple, felt her body stiffen. “Would you like it if I continued,” I asked.

“No…stop, please.” She dug her teeth into her lip, her body shaking with what I’d like to assume as delight.

I licked my lips and grinned at her, ran my tongue over my teeth. “Well, that’s a shame. You’re very beautiful, Allison.” Wrapping my hand around her breast, I breathed down her neck and pressed myself against her again, rubbing my growing erection against her. “Allison, you’re becoming warm.” She sighed at me in response and tried to push me off of her again, her hands falling weak against my chest.

“Get off of me!” She balled her hands up into fists and punched me in the chest, multiple times. She was a bit strong, but still didn’t do any damage. I laughed a bit and pressed my lips against hers, moving them and sliding my tongue into her mouth. Her fists immediately softened, her hands spreading over my chest, fingertips pressing into my pecs.

My hand instinctively went to her thigh, pulling it up around my waist, her hot body making my erection thicker, harder. I ripped her panties off of her and let go of the kiss, running my tongue over her lower lip. “You taste so good, Allison,” I whispered against her neck, grinning. “You’re warm between your legs.”

“Yes,” she sighed, her eyes closing. “Get off of me. Please.”

“No.” I reached down and unzipped my suit pants, pulling out my penis and rubbing it against her wet slit. “You’re mine. I’m going to claim you as mine.”

Her hands tightened on my chest as she moaned. “You’re disgusting.”

I laughed in response and slid into her, sinking my teeth into her neck in unison with my thrust. She gasped and dug her nails into me, her eyes opening wide, her legs clenching around my hips. Then she screamed—an eardrum-breaking, glass-shattering scream. It sounded so beautiful. I sunk my teeth in deeper, moved myself in deeper. She ripped my shirt open, grabbed my shoulders, tried to push me back; I thrusted into her faster.

“Please,” she gasped, “you’re hurting me. Please!” I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I was too focused on how her blood tasted, how she felt inside. It was infinite pleasure. She started screaming again, and her insides tightened around me, the muscles in her legs flexing at my waist.

I moved myself further into her, drew more blood from her soft throat. Then I swallowed—hard—and withdrew my fangs. I slowed my movements a bit and sighed against her. “But you taste so good, Allison. How can I stop?”

She panted heavily for a few moments, then caught her breath. “You’ll kill me if you don’t. Please, let me go.”

I smirked at her again and laughed. “Well, I can’t have that, now can I?” Then I licked her neck, swallowed more of her sweet nectar, and slammed into her again and again and again. Her body was readying to explode, and her vaginal walls tightened around me, telling me that she needed release. “I’ve made you need to come, haven’t I, Allison?”

She smiled a bit and moved her hands down to my stomach, feeling me, touching me. “Yes…I don’t even know your name though!”

“Stay for me and maybe one day I’ll tell you. Now finish for me, Allison.” She yelped, her moans more like cries, and tightened around me, her thighs shaking, her fingertips frantically stroking my abdomen. I kissed her neck where I had bitten it, lightly, softly, and moved into her once more. I sunk my fangs back into that same spot, shooting my venom into her bloodstream like I shot my come into her body, filling her with my seed as she wetted me with her fluids. Then I sighed, limp inside of her, and stroked her spine with my fingertips.

Rather than cuddling me like I had hoped for her to do, she slid out from under me, pulled her skirt down, then buttoned up her bra and blouse. She coughed, straightened herself, turned to me and smiled. Her eyes lit up, then shut, and she fell back onto the bed, unconscious. I laughed a bit and kissed her forehead, undoing her clothes again and tucking her into my—now our—sheets.

“Silly girl,” I said to myself, cuddling up next to her and stroking her bare body. I whispered into her ear, giving her soft kisses at her earlobe. “Allison…ma belle fille. Tu es la mienne.”

Little Geisha Girl

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Her arms were lifted to the ceiling as I slipped the dress over her body, smoothing it over her curves with my palms and zipping it up her side. She waited for me to do something more, give her something more, but she knew that I wouldn't—I was too focused on dressing her up, my sweet Lolita, my geisha doll. She put her arms down and wiggled her bum a bit, knowing that it wouldn't phase me, hoping that it would.

I bent my head over her shoulder, rubbing my lips against the side of her neck, pulling the sash around her waist and tightening it so that her body arched into mine. I moved my hand down her stomach, spreading my fingers over her abdomen and holding her into me. She let out a soft sigh and shivered a bit. So I kissed her lightly and moved away from her.

"I will not give you anything right now, little girl," I said coldly as I attached the obi to her back. "I don't believe that you deserve it." I turned her around so that she was facing me, looked her body over. "Turn for me. No, a full turn. Good girl. You look beautiful." I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her forehead, sighing against the top of her head. "Get out your makeup for me."

She nodded at me, turned around and went to the bathroom. She knew what I was expecting of her. Returning with a brush, smooth red lipstick, powder and liquid eyeliner, she put her things on the desk, standing in front of me, waiting for me to say something. "Good. Now stand still."

I picked up the powder first, brushing her bangs out of her face to cover her completely. Lightly dabbing the puff in the compact, I applied the powder to her face, smoothing it over with my ring finger when I was finished. I moved her bangs back over her face and combed my fingers through her hair. She didn't respond—she just stood there, waiting for me to finish. So I ran the brush through her red lipstick, smoothly loading it with the thick paste and applying it to her lips. Curving over the arch of her top lip, I smirked, watching her mouth turn to a brighter shade. "Blot your lips on this once," I ordered as I handed her a tissue. "Good. Now close your eyes."

She shut them, softly, her eyes fluttering a bit as I outlined her top eyelid. She giggled, shortly stopping afterward, knowing that it wouldn't please me to continue. Making a short wing coming off of the edge of her eyelids, I finished, finally done with my masterpiece. "Open your eyes, little girl." I looked her over as she opened them, my eyes moving over that beautiful little face, that beautiful little body.

I brought her to me, fingertips sliding down her sides, holding her at her waist. Leaving a few kisses at her neck and collar bone, I moved a hand up the dress, slipping my index finger between her lips, feeling her wetness. She sighed at me, wrapping hands around the back of my neck. "You will not have me yet," I reminded, then pushed her away from me and threw her on our bed. After handcuffing her to the bedposts, I smirked. "You stay there, whore," I said to her, as if she would be able to escape.

She started to struggle against the cuffs, yelling after me as I left our bedroom, "Where are you going? Daddy? Where are you going, Daddy?"

"Stop talking, you'll mess up the beautiful makeup that I put on you." I laughed, and went to the bathroom to wash my hands. Loosening my tie, I undid a few buttons at the top of my shirt, then rolled up my sleeves and splashed some cool water on my face. I returned to her, holding a riding crop and hitting my hand with it a few times. I smirked at her, laughing lowly. "Your little pussy must be getting so wet looking at me like this."

She sighed in response and blushed, confirming my statement. I met her on the bed, trailing kisses up the insides of her thighs, making her shut them in shyness. "Daddy..." I smacked her thigh with the crop, making her squeal and shudder. Slowly, I moved the dress up to her hips, moving between her legs and lifting her thighs up around me.

"You want Daddy inside of you," I whispered into her ear, rubbing myself against her wet cunt.

She sighed at me, turning her head to the side and letting out an exasperated, "Yes."

I groaned at her, moving a hand down to my belt to undo it and my pants. Then I sighed into her ear, kissing her neck a few times and pulling out my penis to rub it against her slit. Again, she sighed at me, letting out a small moan and biting her lip. "Do not mess up your makeup," I warned her, nuzzling under her dress to expose her breasts and flicking my tongue over one of her nipples. She let out a soft noise, trying to move down against me and push me in.

But she didn't. I moved myself away from her after kissing her collar bone, sitting up and pulling her legs up around my waist. She moved her wrists, struggling slightly, and made a scowl at me, stroking my back with her toes. "Daddy...please?"

"Please what, little girl?" I responded by bringing one of her feet to my lips, kissing each of her toes and nuzzling the side of her foot. Giggling, she turned her head to the side, her foot twitching against my face. "Answer me," I murmured near her ankle, kissing her there a few times and groaning.

"Please...please make love to me, Daddy. Please."

"Good girl...very good girl." I groaned against her leg, moving it back around my waist and meeting her body on our bed, kissing her neck and letting the head of my penis graze against her clitoris. She moaned, turning her head to the side and bringing her knees tighter around my body, clenching around me.

Then I slipped into her. Slowly. Softly. I let her feel all of me, angling up inside of her, hitting her in just the right spots. She gasped a few times as I let out a sigh, sitting inside of her, waiting for movement. I kissed her cheek, her neck, her breasts, her insides quivering around me.

"Please, Daddy! Daddy, please!"

"You want me to move into you, beautiful girl," I whispered into her ear, kissing her hair and moving one of my hands up to grab her wrist. She nodded at me, softly moaning at the pressure on her wrist, and I moved out of her just as slowly as I had gone in, the tip of my penis still inside of her. "Good. You make me pleased."

So I kissed her cheek again, smirking, and slammed my penis into her dripping pussy, moving out and slamming it back in. She gasped at me, her body tightening around me, contracting around me, and sucking me in. I moved into her again, more forceful, groaning against her neck.

"Daddy, let me touch you...please, take the handcuffs off, I want to touch you," she whined, moaning between every few words as my erection pumped into her body. She moved her foot to my pants pocket, nudging where the key was and giggling a bit. I sighed, and kissed her neck.

"Tell me why you want to touch me, little girl." I trailed a few kisses down her chest, opening my lips around her nipple and blowing on her. She shivered, gasping quietly.

"Because I want to please you...please, Daddy. Please let me." I put my head down against her chest, sighing, and taking my keys out.

"Alright, little girl. Alright." As I unlocked one of her wrists, she immediately moved her hands down to my abdomen, stroking me with her fingertips and making little smiles. I undid the other handcuff and moved them to the side, pressing my tongue against her neck and rhythmically moving myself into her cunt.

"Daddy," she moaned, spreading her hands over me and slipping them up the back of my shirt. There she grabbed onto me, sinking her nails into my back as I thrusted into her faster, harder. I groaned as I bit down into her neck, arching against her, shaking as she dragged her nails down my shoulder blades.

"Do not do that, little girl." She smiled at me, giggled, and moved her hands to my shirt buttons, undoing the rest and taking it off of me. Then she put her hands around my neck, pulling me closer to her and making sweet noises into my ear.

We were both needing to finish. Her pussy clenched around me, her moans getting louder, more like cries. I slammed into her with more force, slid my hands up her thighs and smacked her little tush. She squealed, her knees tightening at my body. "Daddy, please..."

"What, beautiful Lolita," I breathed as I moved my engorged cock into her faster, on the edge of bursting.

"Please, Daddy!"

"Tell me, little girl, what," I groaned, her pussy contracting around me, making me need release.

"Daddy, please come in me!"

"Good girl. Come with me." She screamed my name, grabbing onto my shoulders and sinking her fingertips into my skin, her wet little cunt closing around me, soaking me in her juices as I shot into her.

Then she collapsed under me; limp, exhausted. I stayed inside of her, holding her around her waist and cuddling her, breathing heavily. She rubbed her legs against my back, giggling, kissing the side of my head. I groaned at her, telling her what a good girl she is and she shouldn't make Daddy so tired. She giggled again, and said that she does it because it pleases me.

After kissing her a few times, I nuzzled her cheek, and whispered against her forehead: "I love you, my sweet little girl."
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