Sissy Kelly Didn’t Listen.

Last Friday, I called up Sissy Kelly and said “I’ll be over in 90 minutes, be ready for Daddy. Wear white, you’re losing your cherry again tonight.”

When Kelly opened the door, she had a cream colored miniskirt on with off-white garters & stockings with beige heels. She looked fabulous but hadn’t followed instructions properly. I put her hand on my bulging crotch and led her to the bedroom where I gently tied her to the bed, ankles and wrists.

Then I turned and asked if she was colorblind. Confused, she pled with her eyes. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my thick cock, which never fails to turn Kelly on. I knelt on the bed and held it just inches away from her mouth. No matter how hard she strained and stretched her neck, I kept it just out of reach. When Daddy makes a demand, instructions are to be followed to the letter. Or you get denied. She may have done this on purpose, but I don’t let on because Kelly doesn’t deserve the hint of free will.

While stroking, I squeezed a nice few drops of pre-cum onto her lips “That’s all you’re getting tonight, you bad girl.” She whimpered and begged for the opportunity to suck me, but I just kept pulling away. I sneered at her helpless little face and said I was about to cum. She almost smiled and opened her eyes and mouth wide, waiting for me to deliver.

When I felt myself ready, I pivoted my hips away and ejaculated on her headboard, giving her a full view but not a single drop. I touched Kelly’s cheek with a hint of tenderness and said “White is white, baby” as I untied her left hand, the one nearest me. I got off the bed and pulled up my pants, leaving Kelly to undo the rest of her binds. “Clean that up by the time I get home, and the next time Daddy calls, pay attention,” and I left.

Before I even got to my car, Kelly texted me a selfie of her licking my cum off the headboard. Good girl.