Dinner And Discipline

The dining table glowed under soft candlelight, but I couldn’t focus on the beautiful food in front of me. I sat wearing only a black silk robe that barely covered anything, the thick leather collar locked around my neck. Inside me, the medium plug stretched my ass while the remote vibrator hummed steadily against my G-spot. Every small movement made me clench and squirm. Daddy ate calmly across from me, looking powerful and in complete control. “Eat, babygirl,” he ordered softly. “You’ll need your energy for what’s coming.” I tried to obey, but he kept playing with the remote on his phone — turning the vibrator higher for ten seconds, then lowering it again. I bit my lip hard, fighting back moans. Halfway through dinner, the vibrations jumped to a strong, pulsing rhythm. “Ah— Daddy…” I whimpered, gripping the table. He raised an eyebrow. “Something wrong?” “I’m… I’m so close,” I whispered desperately, thighs trembling. “You know the rule,” he said, voice calm but firm. “No coming without permission.” The guilt hit me hard. I’m sitting at the dinner table like a normal girl, but I’m actually my stepfather’s collared s*x toy… and I’m dripping for him. Yet the shame only made me wetter. When dinner finally ended, Daddy stood and pulled me up. He stripped the robe off, leaving me completely naked except for the collar and toys. “On your knees.” I dropped instantly. He fed his thick c**k into my mouth, and I sucked him eagerly, desperate to please. After a few minutes, he bent me over the dining table and f****d my p***y hard while the plug stayed deep in my ass. “You may come,” he finally growled. I shattered, screaming his name as my orgasm ripped through me. He followed right after, filling me with hot c*m. But he wasn’t done. He picked up a thicker anal plug. “Bend over again.” I obeyed, heart racing with nervousness and dark excitement. He slowly worked the bigger plug into my ass. The stretch burned, but the fullness felt addictive. “This stays in until morning,” he said, spanking my ass firmly. “Tomorrow we go even bigger.” He pulled me into his arms, kissing my forehead tenderly while his c*m leaked down my thighs. “You’re doing so well, my little toy,” he whispered. “But we’re just getting started.” Then he smiled, eyes gleaming with dark promise. “Tomorrow during my video conference calls, you’ll be under my desk… keeping Daddy’s c**k warm with your mouth while I work. And you won’t be allowed to come until I’ve finished every meeting.” My stomach flipped with fear and arousal. “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. As I lay in bed later, full of his c*m and plugged in both holes, the same terrifying thought kept repeating: I know this is wrong… but I’m starting to crave my own corruption.