Atonement (selfish route)

<!--StartFragment-->Tiffany woke up from the warmth of pride she had gotten for making the situation worse for herself.

The world had become very abstract. Her senses had all been significantly altered. There was no sound, her vision showed her nothing but the location of objects so she didn’t walk into things but she couldn’t “see” them.

She knew she was standing, but she couldn’t feel the floor. Or the air. Or gravity. The complete absence of sensation.

No smell, the acrid taste of her own ass remained on her tongue.

She received the absolute bare minimum sensory input required to walk and talk.

The sole exception was Daddy. She could see Daddy with crystal clarity. Daddy’s voice boomed in her ears like it was about to burst her eardrums.

Daddy’s smell was amplified, anything she tasted from Daddy was multiplied in strength by a factor of ten and experienced concurrently with the other flavor.

Daddy’s touch, and the touch of anything Daddy uses on her is 100 times stronger.

She was tied to the bedposts. Tightly knotted, with no slack. The rope was extremely scratchy and rough due to the amplified sensation of anything daddy used on her.

5 Loads of Daddy’s cum felt heavy on her tongue. Daddy hadn’t let her swallow since last night when this started.

A vibrator was secured against her swollen clit and turned on to the minimum setting.

Tiffany was assailed by the rough approximation of taking a jackhammer in the same place.

“great news. I found a way for you to make it all up to me, completely strike the slate clean, it will even bring your mother back from the dead. If you do this, everything will go back to normal”

Even through the overwhelming **** on her pussy she couldn’t help but give Daddy her undivided attention. She wanted that more then anything, to fix what she had broken.

“I need to go on a short trip for work, few days” Daddy said keeping it intentionally vague.

“well im gone, you just need to not cum”

“the only possible reason you would orgasm is through a moral failure in you. Because if you don’t cum, your mom comes back. Having an orgasm would be just like killing her all over again. Because you weren’t strong enough to prevent yourself from cumming.”

The only reason Tiffany wasn’t screaming endlessly at the roof was Daddy had given two clear orders, she couldn’t swallow the cum or spit it out. Simply a fact of life that she COULD NOT do it.

It was going to be a terrible few days but she physically couldn’t cum without Daddy’s permission so this was actually kind of perfect.

This would be her atonement for her crimes.

“your ability to orgasm will return to you as soon as I leave this room.”

It was a nightmare. It wouldn’t be possible.

Daddy secured a pair of vibrating eggs against her nipples, still equal in sensitivity too her clit.

“If you fail, like I assume you will, start trying again immediately, cling to the hope that there might still be enough time for it to work, and feel just as devastated and full of failure as the first time.”

As Daddy closed the door Tiffany had a hate filled gush from her traitorous pussy before the door finished clicking.

Jimmy wondered if Tiffany would be able to count the number of times she killed her mother this weekend as he grabbed his bag and left for his buddy Mitchell’s weekend bachelor party.

That crazy japanese wand had a billion functions and days of battery life. If he understood the settings right it should be cycling through random intensitys and patterns unpredictably.

"Oops, almost forgot" said Jimmy directly to the reader cause nobody else is with him right now.

He opened the door again, catching her in the middle of her third orgasm.

"You cant get numb" before shutting the door again and leaving.