Cockwarmer

Somehow, I let Belle talk me out of anal that night. I don’t know how she did it. Maybe I loved her. She really, really didn’t want to get fucked in her little virgin ass. Satisfied by her tight teenage pussy, I’d let her insubordination slide. But it bothered me. It ate at me. Why did I let her call the shots?

The next evening, she asked if she could go on a field trip. Cautiously, I asked what she meant. She just wanted to go out on the town. Sure, I told her. You’re not a prisoner here. Not an unwilling one, at any rate.

So I let her go out that night. I’d put a chastity belt under her panties to make sure she didn’t do anything. Anything other than suck a cock, I suppose. I gave her a few commands and let her know that she was not permitted to do anything without my permission.

“Yes, daddy,” she said.

“I’ll be watching,” I lied. “You can’t do anything without Master knowing. Understood?” She nodded. I shrugged off the possibility that she’d take a dick in her mouth. She’s an obedient girl.

I texted my friends about a party later. No penetration. Strictly masturbation. Just cumming on a nude girl.

As the night carried on, I grew impatient with Belle. Why wasn’t she texting me? Was I just a springboard into the real world?

“I’m going to pick you up,” I texted her.

“Yes, sir,” she replied.

“When I pick you up, you’re going to obediently and wordlessly be my cockwarmer. Understand, slut?” I texted.

“Yes, daddy,” she replied.

She did exactly as I told her. She got into the car and immediately started pulling and tugging at my pants until they were around my ankles. I started driving, and she put my soft cock in her mouth and got comfortable for the twenty minute drive home. My cock hardened inside her mouth, and she held it there for the entire ride. I sat at the stoplight with my hard dick in her mouth, none of the people in the cars around me the wiser.

“Good job, cockwarmer.” I told her, pulling into my driveway. “Now go inside and get clean for me so I can discipline you.” She nodded obediently.

“She’ll forgive me eventually,” I told myself as the shower started running.