Drink some water and come over here and sit on the table," he demands, patting the table he stands beside. As I'm taking a few deep gulps, "you said you wanted to try a hood, so I got you a hood." He says, smiling at me. With a little skip in my step, and hurried, I come to the end of the table and sit, grinning ear to ear. My face transfixed into a Cheshire Cat.

"Now this is a new hood for you and I've already tried it on myself, so I want to try it to see how well you can breathe before we play."

And he shows me. A full hood, with additional eye and mouth covers, the latter criss-crossed and clipped into the back. My happiness is all over my face. He smiles at me, knowing I'm excited to try it.

He slides it over my head, my ponytail braid creating some difficulty. We manage to get it over, and it fits beautifully. I can breathe just fine.

"Hold out your hands", and I know what's to come next, the leather wrist cuffs we've used so many times, black, with bands underneath and the straps on the outer side so the buckle doesn't touch the skin.

I present my hands, palms up, and I can feel him start to tighten the wrist cuffs. I can't help but feel his hard stomach under my hands while he tightens. First the right, and then the left. Taking the chance to feel his body... when he permits it.

"Scoot down so you're at the edge of the table," and I try to move, my inability to see providing that same difficulty so he assists my movements. As soon as my hips are at the edge, he says... "Now I need you to lay back", and he helps me lay down slowly, strapping my wrists to the hooks alongside the table. A table meant for sex. Akin to a massage table, it's adorned with a milking hole, as well as a hole at the top for one's head. Rings lined around both of its sides, it stands cushioned and comfortable.

He lifts my legs up, bowing towards some variation of missionary, but pushes them up further. He takes a strap and sinches it down tightly. I can't move. I'm left even more exposed and ready for his use, just the way I like it. It teases me to feel him running his rock-hard cock against my slit. He then slides himself into me. Worked up for so long now, it happens easily but assuredly.

"mmmm yes Daddy, fuck me please"

I beg all through my moans. He pulls out, and I can only hear silence. Then something cool touches my inner folds... an intense vibration emerges inside of me.

"Oh fuck..." I moan, as I can feel the vibrator deep inside me. A thwack, and I moan louder. That same thwack again. I scream "oh fuck yes Daddy," as he hits my inner thighs with something hard and thin, feeling like it might be a mini cane. I'm building into an orgasm again, and I tell him as such. He pulls out the vibrator and hits my clit, which sits ever so sensitive, with the cane one last time. My panting harder, being repeatedly brought so close to orgasm while being denied each time.

I can feel him spreading me again with his cock, this time I don't know how long I can take it before I cum. His fucking steadier, and I'm begging for it.

"Oh fuck Daddy, I'm about to cum," I whimper through my hood.

"Oh Yeah?" He encourages... "You wanna cum on Daddy's dick?"

"Yes, I'm going to cum", I pant. He keeps thrusting, filling me. He slides in and out until I can't handle it anymore, all the edging over the evening has left me needing this more than I could imagine. Being sensory deprived from the hood I feel it more than I ever have. I release, and he moans with me, as I can only imagine him feeling all the wetness and spasms enveloping him.

He pulls out, and I feel the straps loosening from my legs. Helping me set my legs down slowly, he unstraps my wrists, telling me to take my time as I stand up. I take my time getting to my legs, keeping my arms to my chest as I wait for whatever task he has for me next.

Grabbing my shoulders, he turns me around and bends me over. The wedge now sat on the edge of the table, my round backside ready to be taken. In that moment, for him, on display. He pushes himself into me again, fucking me from behind, knowing how much I love this position. Harder and harder he fucks me, until I feel myself coming to orgasm again.

"Daddy may I cum again" I almost say in a whine.

"Not yet," he responds. "You better fucking wait until I tell you to." He says sternly, my wet pussy taking every thrust, building the momentum inside of me.

"Five," he says authoritatively...

At the command of "four", he slides out, making me wait a second, and then shoves himself back into me.

"Three... you better not fucking cum until I get to one", as I'm melting with each passing thrust...

At "Two", my orgasm is on its way. Just like how he commanded.

"One... cum Daddy's little slut,"

Those were the only words I needed to hear. Moaning loudly, I release myself. Cumming hard, all over him, my muscles flexing and gripping around him inside of me...

"Yes, Daddy" I groan between breaths.

He pulls out. "Two more chores for the end of the night before we're done, you know what those are?" He asks, when we both already know the answer.

I feel him place a towel between my legs. Holding me close, he slides his fingers into me from behind. He knows just the place to touch. I'm being played like a fiddle. I can feel it building so fast, and I tell him I'm about to cum,

"Be a good girl and cum," and again, those words that send me over the edge take root, and I feel that special place build up inside of me and release, causing me to squirt, liquid flowing down my legs, but he doesn't stop. "Give me one more, I know you can do it... my little Squirter."

He knows me all too well, and my sweet spots inside of me, even better. Then I let go again, the last big of my squirting orgasm coming down his hand and my legs.

He drops his hand down, and shakes it off just how I like, showing me how wet and messy I am, still feeling the liquid continue to flow down my leg.

He leans me over the table one last time, and shoves himself inside of me again, over and over, knowing he's about to bring himself to a release soon.

"You ready to take Daddy's cum?" He asks between thrusts, already knowing the answer I'm going to give.

"Yes Daddy, give it to your little cum slut." I beg. That's what he wanted to hear. He groans while he cums inside of me, giving it to me just like I had asked. His thrusts slow as he finishes, filling me up.

He pulls out slowly, some of himself leaking down my leg in the process. A mixture amalgamated, resolutely present with my squirting from earlier. I feel insatiably used.

He straightens me out, one last time for the night.

"Let's take this hood off, clean you up, and have some cuddles and cookies."