Lesson Learned

The sound of your own laughter was the only thing that filled the room for what felt like an eternity. Your stomach hurt from the intense convulsions, and your eyes stung from the tears that streamed down your face when your daddy cam back.

Without saying anything he turned off the machine. As its hum and the tickling sensation began to subside, your laughter slowly died down, replaced by ragged breaths. Your feet still twitched occasionally, as if the ghost of the brushes' touch lingered on your skin. He reached down and removed the gag. "Who am I?" , he asked.

Still breathing heavy you responded, "daddy".

"Good and who are you?", he followed up with.

You hesitated for a moment, still trying to catch your breath, before responding, "Daddy's slut." The words felt dirty and degrading coming out of your mouth, but you knew it was what he wanted to hear.

A smile spread across his face, seemingly pleased with your response. He reached out and gently stroked your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "That's right, my little slut," he cooed. "You're daddy's own personal plaything. And as such, you can be rewarded or punished."

Your voice was barely above a whisper as you spoke the words, "I'm sorry Daddy, I will be good." The submission in your tone seemed to please him, and his smile grew wider as he continued to stroke your cheek. His touch was gentle, but it sent a shiver down your spine, reminding you of your **** position.

He leaned in, his voice taking on a soothing quality. "That's my good little slut," he cooed. "I know you'll try your best to behave. And as a reward, maybe... just maybe... I'll give you a special treat after breakfast."

His words hung in the air, leaving you wondering what kind of treat he had in mind.

He reached up to unbind the leather strap from your neck. The wooden stocks creaked as he lifted them off your ankles, and you felt a brief sense of relief as the weight was lifted. Your legs felt like jelly. He grasped your elbow, his grip firm but not unkind, and helped you step away from the post.

You stood as he undid the cuffs, your legs wobbled, and he chuckled, holding you steady. "Steady, little slut," he murmured, his breath brushing against your ear. "Don't want you falling and skinning those pretty knees." After a few seconds you were finally free, you stood there in nothing but the lingerie you had woken up in at the start of all this, minus the stockings. "Come on" he said, as he walked up the stairs.

Your new daddy didn't **** you to follow him, you both knew of the consequences if you didn't. So you obediently followed. Your legs were still wobbly, and you had to concentrate on each step to avoid stumbling.