Wakeup

You slowly opened your eyes, your body ached, and your wrists still felt the strain from being cuffed behind your back for so long. You couldn't even stretch, you lay there for a moment, trying to remember how you had ended up in this situation.

As you struggled to clear the haze from your mind, you heard the sound of footsteps outside the room. The door creaked open, and Katie's father, or "Daddy" as he had insisted you call him, walked in.

"Rise and shine, slut," Katie's father said, his voice dripping with amusement as he stood in the doorway, a cruel smile spreading across his face. You groaned, your body aching from the intense pleasure and the strain from spending the night in a cage.

Katie's father walked over to the cage, a set of keys in his hand. He unlocked the door, the metal latch giving way with a loud clang. "Get up," he said, his voice stern.

You awkwardly shuffle until your out of the cage, as you stand up, Katie's father reached out and grasped your arm, his fingers digging into your skin as he finishes pulling you up. You stumble, but he keeps you steady. He guides you across the room, the cold floor beneath your feet a jarring contrast to the warmth of his touch.

As you walked, you noticed a small table to the side of the room, with a familiar object lying on it - the ring gag. Katie's father noticed your gaze and smiled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He stopped in front of the table and reached out, picking up the gag.

"Mr.Smith plea-", your cut off by him slapping you. His hand struck your cheek with a loud slap, the sound echoing through the room. You felt a surge of pain and shock as your head snapped to the side. "I told you, slut," Katie's father's voice was firm and unyielding, "you will address me as Daddy."

He shoves the ring gag in your mouth, the cold metal pressing against your teeth and gums as he forces it past your lips. You feel a surge of discomfort as the gag is pushed deeper. Your eyes water as your jaw is **** open, the metallic taste of the gag filling your mouth. He adjusts the gag, the straps tightening around the back of your head. You try to speak, but all that comes out is a muffled grunt, the sound echoing through the room. He steps back, a satisfied smile spreading across his face as he gazes at you.

Katie's father, or "Daddy," as he had insisted you call him, led you over to a wooden post that stood in the middle of the room. He sat you down in front of it, and then reached around your neck, securing a thick leather strap around your throat. The strap was tight, but not so tight that it cut off your airway. It was just tight enough to remind you of your submission to him. Then he reached around and secured your bound arms to the post as well.

He reached down and grasped the top of your lingerie stocking, his fingers brushing against your skin. He slowly began to roll it down, the delicate fabric pooling around your ankle. You felt a shiver run down your spine as he repeated the process with the other stocking, his touch sending a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through your veins.

Once your stockings were removed, he stood up and walked over to a nearby wooden stocks, he drags it over to you. He lifted the top portion of the stocks, revealing two holes carved out for ankles. Gesturing to the stocks, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Place your ankles in the holes," he ordered, his voice firm but controlled.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to expect. You knew he would get his way, so you thought it better to comply. You slowly lifted your feet and placed them in the holes, feeling the wooden edges dig into your skin. As soon as your ankles were secure, he closed the top portion of the stocks, the sound of the wood creaking shut echoing through the room.

As you sat there, your ankles secured in the stocks, you worried that the spanking machine would be brought out again. His eyes seemed to gleam with excitement as he walked over to a nearby cabinet, pulling out a strange-looking device. It was a small, sleek machine with bristled brushes attached to the end of a flexible arm. He plugged it in and flipped a switch, and the machine hummed to life.

Walking back over to you, a sly smile spreading across his face. "This is another fun little machine," he said menacingly. "I thought maybe the spanking was enough for you to learn, but it looks like my slut needs some more correcting."

He lowered the machine towards your feet, the bristled brushes quivering with the machine's gentle hum. You felt a shiver run down your spine as the brushes made contact with your skin, sending a wave of sensitive tingles through your toes. The sensation was unexpected you thought they would be rough and hard, they were soft. Your body's reaction was immediate - your toes curled under, trying to escape the gentle yet maddening touch.

The machine's humming grew louder, and the brushes began to oscillate more rapidly, sending your feet into a frenzy of squirming and twitching. It started as a snicker, but quickly escalated into full-blown, unbridled laughter. Your body shook with the effort, your torso convulsing as you tried to contain the laughter, but it was no use. The more the brushes tickled your skin, the harder you laughed, tears streaming down your face as your eyes watered from the effort.

"And to think, your daddy had a nice breakfast planned for his little slut.", daddy says disappointed, "I'll come get you when I'm done eating.", he then turned and left you laughing hysterically.