Trust Play / Bondage
	Daddy grabbed me as I was walking out of the bathroom, magazine under my arm and pants still unzipped. I yelped and struggled against his strong arms, not sure of what the Hell was going on. ÒStop fighting, boi!Ó He ordered, very much in the same tone that He used when telling me to submit, continuing, ÒYouÕre not going to win this battle, so you might as well give up,Ó
	I sighed and shuffled down the hall, my jeans around my ankles and reading material long since abandoned. I was still well-ensconced in His grip when we arrived in the bedroom, where He had set up the bed with a web of ropes and D-rings. I felt my collar being tugged and I looked up, realizing Daddy had been talking. ÒIÕm sorry, Daddy, what did you say?Ó	
	ÒBoi, I told you to strip your clothes off and then lie down! Do it now, boi, or feel the cane!Ó
	ÒYes, Sir!Ó I scurried to climb onto the bed, where I quickly found myself pinned and secured to the rope web. I avoided His eyes, looking at His translucent throat and thinking about how nice it would be to bite Him right then. 
	ÒTonight, you learn to trust your Daddy. You need to remember that, no matter what happens tonight, your Daddy loves you and would never push you past your threshold.Ó
	ÒYes, Sir,Ó
	He gripped the collar lightly and added, ÒThis proves to you that your Daddy will always take care of you --always. Remember your safe words.Ó
	ÒSafewords. Yes, Sir,Ó I agreed as He tied a bandanna around my eyes and placed an earplug in each of my ear canals, effectively blocking off sight, hearing, and most of my touch sense. I knew He wouldnÕt mess with my breathing passages, so I was confident that I would still have my mouth and nose for senses. Thankfully, I was right, but the blindfold and the plugs really took away most of my conviction. In fact, I was shivering and waiting nervously for whatever might occur next.
	Something soft, like a feather, traveled across my hipbones and inner thighs; I tittered and squirmed as it tickled me. I screeched when something sharp and stiff slapped against my hip, growling when it pressed against my nipples. A firm hand closed over my wrist as something grazed my armpit and inner arm...an ice cube, I think...before it ran between my breasts and settled on my pubic bone to melt. I groaned as it dripped, ice-cold, between my lips and onto my swollen clit.
	After a brief reprieve that felt like hours, He climbed on the bed and straddled my hips, the rough fabric of His jeans grinding against my naked skin. Something pinched my nipples roughly and stayed attached, giving me the impression that He had attached clamps to the little pink awareness. He nipped at my sides, my stomach, and hips --and closed His teeth over the ice-tortured and engorged bud between my legs. I cried out and my legs shot up, involuntarily bringing my knee up against His wetness, which I felt through the thick fabric of his pants.
	He continued to use his mouth to tease and arouse me, backing off just as I was starting to struggle happily against Him; He climbed down from the bed, leaving me wet and wanting more. I whimpered and felt my knees begin to shake, wondering where HeÕd gone to, knowing that HeÕd accomplished one of His missions for the night. HeÕd proved just how well I responded to His touch and just how much I needed Him for my release; I didnÕt dare do it myself without His permission!
	The cane cut across my thigh without its usual whoosh of a warning --literally out of nowhere, given my current state of blindness and deafness. I yelped again and shrank away, desperately trying to avoid the strikes that I normally loved so much, hoping He wouldnÕt hit me again. Of course He did...and I lost count after ten, so wrapped up in anticipating the next strike and revelling in the burning pain that faded to warmth. It took a few moments to realize HeÕd stopped because I was shaking and struggling against my bonds.
	He removed the clamps and I made another horrible noise as the blood rushed back into my engorged nipples, throbbing more than even the cane marks. I jumped the next time He touched me, recoiling and whimpering when something cold was massaged onto my breasts...it smelled like Tiger Balm and warmed as I lay there. He rubbed it all over my upper body before He freed me from the web and rolled me onto my stomach, running His palms over my ass and back, eliciting yet another round of goosebumps.
	He grabbed my wrists and pulled them over my head, so that they were gathered together behind my neck. I winced when He started in on my skin with His sharp pearly whites and His chuckle vibrated on my back, where He was pressed against me. Suddenly His weight was off of me and I felt incredibly empty and alone, like HeÕd left the room completely. I stayed where I was, knowing that just because HeÕd released me didnÕt mean that I could move.
	I must have laid there for an hour, literally, because the temperature in the room dropped and signalled the passage of midnight. I began to shiver and my arms started to ache --I tried my best to hold position, wondering where my Daddy had gone and why HeÕd decided to leave me alone. His oral torment had left me wet and desperate; I hoped that HeÕd come back to finish me off as I lay there aching and weeping softly. ÒI want my Daddy,Ó I whispered without really thinking about it, my fingers closing over my collar as they grew stiff and cold.
	A warm blanket was thrown over me and my Daddy gathered me in His lap, my head pressed against His breasts, as He pulled the earplugs from my ears. ÒHow are you, baby boi?Ó
	ÒDaddy, I th-thought...I d-didnÕt kn-know wh-where You went,Ó I explained in a little voice, not realizing how scared IÕd been.
	The bandanna was pulled over my head and settled over my spiky but matted blonde hair. ÒIÕm right here, little one,Ó
	My blue eyes to adjust and focus on my belovedÕs face through the tears and the candlelight. I buried myself in DaddyÕs belly and just wept and shivered as I remembered how much I loved Him.