“You can tie yourself up now. Leave the door unlocked.”

When I get in my Lexus I notice a colorful hair scrunchie lodged between the seats. It must be from when this was Brooke's car. I throw it out the window as I'm driving to Savannah's apartment. It's been a week since I was here, but finding the place isn't hard. Once I'm parked, I look at the time. It's only been forty minutes since I gave her permission to tie herself up. She could stand to wait a bit longer.

I pull up the video that she sent me yesterday. It's looks so much like Binita's video, it's funny. Savannah is naked, on her knees, in her apartment, hair and makeup perfect. She's clasping her hands together as she begs.

“Please make me your girlfriend! I'm sorry I said sex with you was vanilla, it was my fault, not yours! I can't stop thinking about you, I'm hot for you all the time! You can treat me like shit, I love that! Just the thought of you telling me what to do is turning me on! I'll be your best girlfriend, I'll help you get other girlfriends, whatever you want! Please make me your girlfriend, Please! Pwease! PWWEEAASSE!”

The fact that she slips back into baby talk in the end is hilarious. I scroll down to the text chain that came after it.

I wrote, “Are you really ready to be my girlfriend? Can you shut up and do what you're told every hour of the day?”

“Yes! For you I can!”

“That bullshit you do with your cousin, where you show you love her by playfully insulting her. Are you going to pull that with me?”

“No! I love you more than her! I will not disrespect you in any way!”

The next part is my favorite. I wrote, “Do you know what the word “daddy” means?”

“You don't mean “father”, right?”

“That's right. A “daddy” has nothing to do with genes or blood. A daddy is someone who takes care of you by telling you what to do and think. A daddy makes you feel safe by taking over all the decisions in your life. A daddy punishes you when you're bad and gives you what you need. Having a daddy doesn't make you a child, it makes you less than a child because you're not even human. You're just a ball of sexual need that your daddy takes care of, and you owe everything to your daddy. Do you understand?”

Savannah responded, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Now tell me your most submissive fantasy.”

I glance at the time. It's been an hour now, time to go in. I walk to her apartment. The door is unlocked, and I open it slowly. I find Savannah on the other side, wearing just a little bit of a soccer uniform, though it is cut open and doesn't really cover anything. She's tied to a plastic goal post and wearing a ball gag. The look in her eyes tells me that she's very grateful I came.

I really want to bend down and lick that pink pussy! Not the time, not the place. Maybe in a month after I've given Sabra the honor of being the first girl I do that for. Right now, I have a very different role to play.

I walk forward and say, “Well, it looks like Daddy's little girl got herself in trouble. Were the other players mean to you?”

She shakes her head no.

“Did the coach tie you up to punish you for losing the game?”

Again, she shakes her head.

“Did you tie yourself up because you know you're a worthless skank and you need Daddy to punish you?”

Savannah nods her head vigorously.

I look around. She's left some soft, pink ropes on the ground. Those could be fun. I pick them up and say, “Look at you! Where is your bra? Did you lose it again? You need something to support that big, slutty chest of yours.” I start wrapping the rope around her big, pale tits, around her back, and around her neck. I pull them tight so that they lift her tits up a bit. She grunts a little. Maybe it's chafing her, but it's pulling her tits up and out in a beautiful way.

I undo her ball gag and let it drop around her neck. “It's time for your punishment. Get on your knees, baby girl.”

“Yes, Daddy!” says Savannah. The ropes tying her to the goalpost have enough play that she easily lowers herself to the ground.

I open up my pants and fish out my cock. It's hard already, but I stand just a little too far away for her to get her mouth on it, so she kneels there leaning forward, tongue out, trying to reach. I jerk it slowly a few times, making her watch and wait. Then I put my hand on her head, step forward, and shove it into her mouth.

This might be the most eager blowjob I've had. She looks up at me pleadingly, **** to make me feel good. Her hands pull at the restraints, probably wanting to move down to her pussy and jill herself, or maybe she just wants to use them to pleasure me. I grab her head with both hands and hold it still. I jam my cock down her throat. She gags, but does not try to pull back at all. Then I reach down with one hand and pinch her puffy, pink nipples.

Savannah's body jerks around. It's not like an orgasm, I think she's close to an orgasm, but can't get over the edge. I keep tweaking her nipple and fucking her throat as she flops around, unable to control herself.

I'm about to lose control myself, so I pull out of her mouth. My breathing is really heavy, I need a sec to calm down.

Savannah gasps. She doesn't break eye contact, she just stares at me longingly as she regains her breath. When she can finally compose herself a little bit, she says, “Pwease, Daddy, give your wittle baby girl some big cock in her tight, wet, pussy?”

I run my finger around her pink mouth. “Well, I think I can spare some cock for my little, baby girl!”

I loosen her restraints enough for her to lie on her back. Her floors are hardwood, but she's laid a mat on them. She really planned ahead. I kneel down in front of her, then grab her thighs and pull her towards me so that her legs come over mine and her pussy lines up with my dick. I stick my cock in her, and she cums immediately, shaking and rolling her eyes back in her head.

I start thrusting. As she comes off her first orgasm she starts saying things like “That feels so good!” and “It's too much! Pwease don't stop!” Again, she pulls at her restraints, but she's unable to get her hands where she wants them. I fuck her hard, loving the look of total devotion in her eyes.

She convulses through her second orgasm, and watching that pushes me closer to mine. When I feel myself getting close, I reach over and undo one of the ropes connected to her wrists. I pull out of her tight twat and stand up, dragging her into a sitting position. She tries to get hold of my cock, but I slap her hand away. I grab a fistful of red hair and hold her head steady as I jerk my cock. I cum all over her face. She's a mess of freckles and jizz.

When I'm done, Savannah smiles up at me sweetly and says, “Did your wittle baby girl do good, Daddy? Can I be your girlfriend?”

“Yeah, you did very good! But knock off the baby talk when sex is over, I don't want that shit to get annoying. Now pack up your stuff, you're moving in with me.”