I was listening to music that gets me in the mood for leather, so I asked Daddy for a scene. He said he was not busy, and never turns down the chance to beat on me when possible. We currently have houseguests, but the bedroom is mostly sound-proof. Mostly. So I knew I would have to keep my sound level down, no matter how bad it was.

I went into the bedroom first and he said he would be in when he had the time. I was sitting on his side of the bed with just an oversized shirt on, no underwear of course. That’s not allowed. When he came in he put in a CD of songs that set the mood for the scene, and got my leather collar off of the night-stand. The problem with the leather collar, for me, is that its so damn thick and easy for him to handle because of its length. His control with it is exact and intense. In other words, it hurts like a mother fucker.

He told me to get on all four’s, and I quickly did as he asked, sticking my ass out for better accessability, knowing I’d pay the price if I were shy in any way. The first hit came quickly and struck right across both cheeks and my cunt lips. I cried out in pain. Then he struck me again. My right cheek was taking most of the hit, but that smack across the lips was not easy to sit through.

He walked around to the other side of the bed and was humming along with the music, and just proceeded to strike my ass over and over. Eventually he started hitting my legs as well, then would return to my poor sore ass. Then he struck me square in the cunt and I screamed abruptly. I knew I had to be quiet, but I thought my eyes were going to explode. So he did it again. I gripped the bed as my groin was on fire. He laughed. He began just hitting me wherever he wanted. Finally he grew bored and said “Look at me.”

I opened my eyes and looked up at him, my backside and pelvic area feeling like it was on fire. And yet still I wanted more. I wanted to be pushed further.

He made a motion with his hand to roll over, very dismissively. I did as he asked and laid on my back. I made the mistake of closing my legs. He struck me with the leather collar on the pubic area and said “Open.” I spread my legs for him. He whipped me there again and I cried out. He said “You aren’t going to get cunt juice on my leather are you?” I shook my head no. He seemed to accept that, and procceeded to whip the hell out of my tits. First the right one, then the left. Then he would alternate. He would purposely aim for the nipple. Then he started hitting me across the stomach, then down to my legs. He would occasionally throw in a cunt hit, then go back to making me scream by setting my thighs on fire. I could feel the wetness between my legs. I was so hot, and needed more.

He suddenly grew bored of beating me. He stood over my head and took my glasses off me. He smacked me in the face with the belt a few times and asked how I felt.

“Wonderful,” I whispered back.

“Good!” He said in that half-psychotic voice of his. He went over to the night stand and laid down the collar, then picked up his new finger ring. Its a frightening thing and he is in love with it. It fits over his entire finger like armor, and has a knife blade, which he has sharpened to a razor edge, sticking off the end. He said “I love this thing,” and put it on. I started breathing heavier and faster, excited and afraid of what was coming next. I didn’t have to wait long.

I felt him slice from the top of one breast, across my chest, and then straight across the top of the other breast. It felt cold and intense. I could feel the flood of endorphins then. He started systematically cutting across one breast, then the other, me his canvas and he the artist. He made big swirls across my stomach, then went further down and ran the blade across the top of my pubic area. I couldn’t help it, I shuddered and started quivering at that point. He ran the blade across my nipples, then slashed away at my thighs again. He paused for a moment to walk around to the other side of the bed, and I put my hands above my head and gripped the mattress. I was in Heaven.

He moved my breast, however he wanted it, to cut the specific spot he wanted. I was gasping by then and felt like my mind was in an altered state. He was taking me to a height that was better than any I had before. He would cut down my entire thigh, then tease me with the blade at the edges of my cunt lips and across the top of my pubic bone, then slice right up the other thigh. The whole time he was slicing away at my breasts and thighs, he was singing softly along with the CD to “Criminal” by Fiona Apple. The whole scene was surreal, and now it almost feels like a dream.

He stopped cutting and held my face in both hands. I didn’t dare look at him. Suddenly I felt the blade cutting across the top of my forehead. I didn’t even blink, and I never opened my eyes. He said “Were you scared?” I replied “No, I trust you completely.”

He took off the ring and laid it down. He grabbed both my breasts, one in each hand, squeezing them hard. I laid there as he put the pressure on, until it was too much and I yelped.

He asked “Have you had enough?”

I said “Yes that was wonderful.”

He squeezed until I thought my breasts were going to burst. I cried out and remembered myself.

“I’m finished if you think I’ve had enough!” I cried out.

He paused a moment to think it over, then loosened the vice grip his hands had on my breasts.

“I think you’ve had enough for now. Sit up, and give daddy a kiss.”

I sat up and kissed him sweetly. I like Daddy’s new finger blade. It goes well with leather.