A Sissy's New Daddy Chapter 2

I hope you enjoy this second installment of 'A Sissy's New Daddy'. I worked hard on it and hope that it brings all of you the same pleasure reading it that it has brought me writing it. There are some extreme moments in this chapter but also some very tender ones. There was a line in the first piece that gets expanded on at the end. I hope you enjoy what I have put together.

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I was stiff the next morning but I didn't realize how bad it was till Daddy untied me. I don't know how long I was awake before he untied me, but I know he had replaced the batteries in my mother's vibrator, it was buzzing away in my backside. He untied my feet first and then my hands. I just laid there for a few minutes not moving, I told my arms and legs to move but they refused. And when I finally did get them to do what I wanted, they cried out in agony. I tried to stand up, or at least get up on my knees, but the pain combined with the vibrator kept me down. Daddy walked over to me and giving me a gently pat on the backside spoke to me for the first time that morning. "Would you like me to remove your Mommy's lover from your boipussy?"

My body may have been sore but my voice was as strong as ever when I spoke. "Yes."

Daddy was displeased with my response and showed it by giving a vicious smack to the vibrator. I let out a yelp that made me sound more like a dog then a boy. I didn't wait for Daddy to give me further instructions I knew what he wanted me to say, "Daddy, would you please pull my Mommy's vibrator out of my boipussy?"

"Of course I will sweetie. You know you should be careful leaving a vibrator in for that long." He said as he roughly yanked the phallic machine out of me, as if I had simply fallen asleep while pleasuring myself. When he was done with it, Daddy carelessly tossed the vibrator on the bed. Last night I would have been upset but I already realized I was going to need to wash the comforter. So what did one more stain matter? I could feel the streaks where Daddy's cum had dried across my face. I turned to find him rummaging through my mother's panty drawer. He would pull a pair out examine them and then add them to a growing pile atop the dresser.