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Daddy calls it my treatment. It’s supposed to calm my sexual desires down and keep me concentrated on my schoolwork for the week. To be honest, it does help. A lot. So, every Sunday that lands before a school week, at six pm sharp, I am tied down to a gyno chair to receive my treatment. My legs are put in the stirrups and tied down with three straps, one on my ankle, the other around my calf, and the last one around my hip bones to keep me on the table. Next came my arms, they are placed on the armrest that stretches my arms out to the side and is tied down with three more straps at my wrist, elbow, and bicep. I am then blindfolded, and dental gagged. A collar/ strap is tied around my neck, and nipple clamps were stringed around the D-ring for support. Clothespins are placed on my earlobes, nose, and tongue. I can still breathe since my mouth is wide open, but it makes it difficult. The vibrators are tied down with rope around my stomach, aiming at the head of my cock, on my thigh pointing at one ball sack and the same with the other leg. The last thing was a dildo inserted into my anus connected to a fucking machine. The dildo is an exact replica of Daddy’s penis but made of silicon. It’s the dildo I wear in chastity for the week, so Kurt is always with and inside of me.
I can be tied to the chair for as long as Daddy deems worthy. Sometimes my treatment is only thirty minutes long, but one time it went on for an hour and fifteen minutes. With the way, my school schedule is set up this semester, and it is midterms week, I highly doubt my treatment will be a short one. I am taking six classes for a total of eighteen credits. Why so many, you ask? Well, I didn’t have enough money to pay for summer courses, so I’m trying to make up those courses now. Daddy had offered to pay for the semester, but I refused. He has already done so much for me that I can’t take anything else from him, especially money. Daddy has bought me clothes, shoes, BDSM toys, video games, food, groceries, and even paid my rent behind my back once after I told him I would be short.
“Okay, my baby, everything is set up and ready to go. Remember, you can moan, groan, and scream as loud as you want. This treatment is going to be a long one. You may also call out ‘mercy,’ and I will give you a few minutes rest. Understand?”
I lift one finger on my right hand. Meaning yes, I understood. The hand signal is my way of communicating while gagged. One finger means yes, and two means no. Simple, which is why both love it.
“I have to go and finish grading some papers for my classes. The cameras are on, and I will have my earbuds in so I can hear you. Are you ready?”
One finger on my right-hand goes up again. A kiss is then placed on my forehead, and I hear the door close. Daddy has a soundproof room in his townhouse, which is where my treatments take place. He had it installed as his BDSM room since he had other submissives before me, who apparently got too loud and got noise complaints from neighbors.
The control panel for the vibrators and fucking machines are all on Daddy’s computers. He rarely stays for my treatments but has cameras with audio, so I can tap out if needed. I’ve never needed too, but with Daddy warning of a long session with screaming involved, this might be the first time.
I feel the fucking machine, and one vibrator turns on. Both devices are at a lower level, then the treatment usually starts with, but if I’m here for long, better start slow. The speed lasts a few minutes before it is sped up, and the two other vibrators turn on at a low rate. A few more minutes pass before the second set of vibrators are turned up to match the first one. I start to moan; it feels nice, even after the five orgasms I had throughout the weekend.
There’s a fire starting in my stomach, and I know I will have the first orgasm of my treatment soon. I move my hips as far up as I can with the rope tied to me and the restraints on my hip bones. I am attempting to grind the vibrator on the head of my cock. I can’t get much friction from it, but it does help get me closer to my orgasm. The speed on all the machines is once again turned up. It doesn’t take long for my first orgasm to come while I’m moaning. None of my treatment tools are lowered or turned off. Instead, they went up in speed substantially. I gasp and start to groan from the sensitivity that was beginning. You would think I am used to oversensitivity since I go through it every Sunday. Still, it never gets easier to go through. In fact, I believe it gets hard since I know exactly what I am about to feel, but don’t stop it. I continue with my treatment and reach my second, third, and fourth orgasm of the night, and at this point, everything hurts.
“Daa-y mer-y,” I shout as my dick starts to burn just a little. The appliances are turned off, and I attempt to catch my breath.
“You have five minutes, baby. You’re doing good. Always such a good boy for me.” Daddy tells me over the speakers.
“Ho mu-h lon-er, Daa-y?”
“You know I never let you know how much time is left.” I let out a pitiful groan. From experience alone, I estimate that I am at least an hour in, but I can’t be sure since I’m blindfolded. Even if I was able to so see, there are no clocks in the playroom, so I wouldn’t be able to tell time anyway.
I lay on the chair quietly, and just as I was starting to feel better, the gadgets are turned on again at the speed they were at before I asked for mercy. I let out a loud scream when the pain starts up again. I begin to shift around as much as I can in my bondage, but it doesn’t help much. I even tried to lift my hips high enough to move the vibrators off my penis head, but Daddy had tied it firmly in place. I was stuck until Daddy decided my treatment was over, and I’m not sure I can last much longer. The feeling of another orgasm coming my way is starting, and I start to whine about it. I don’t even think sperm will come out at this point, but the machines push me towards orgasm, and I can’t do anything to stop it. My fifth orgasm of the night is thrust out of me with sperm coming out to my surprise. But I can no longer hold in my screams of pain as I arch my back as much as I can from the force of the orgasm.
“Mer-y Daaaaa-y MER-Y. Ahhhhhh. It hur-sssssssss. Ple-se -top it, Daaaa-y.”
I beg, and when the machines are turned off, I let my back fall harshly onto the chair.
“You know I can’t stop it, Baby. This week ahead of you is a hard one. You need to get through this treatment to make it through the week.” I whine and convulse as much as I can with the restraints on.
“Bu- it hur-s.” I complain.
“I know it does, but I also know you are a good boy, and you will get through this. Five minutes and I’m turning them back on.” I whine loudly, but I know Daddy is right. Ever since that fateful Sunday during my second semester of college, where Daddy fucked me and I was able to concentrate the next day, the treatment has been performed. And ever since that Sunday, I’ve been able to get through any stressful week school or work has thrown at me. My dick and prostate are so tired from the treatment that my mind won't even think about making me horny enough to want an orgasm again. No wants for orgasms equal more time studying or working. The chastity I wear is just a reminder that I need to be good for Daddy not, so I won’t pleasure myself. Hence why Daddy hands over the keys to me every Monday before I leave. I sometimes do want to have sex with Daddy during the week, but more so he can be close to me, not so I can climax. Having Daddy’s replicate dildo inside of me during my chastity helps with that.
“NOOOOOOO. God, Ple-se. Nooooooo -ore. Daaaaaaaa-y, noooooo -ore ple-seeeeeee. Daaaa-yyyyyy”
“You can do it, Baby. I know you can.” I hear Daddy tell me over the speakers. I violently shake my head side to side. No, I can’t.
“You know what to do if you want it to stop.” Safeword. Using my safeword is the only thing I can say that will get everything to stop immediately. I shake my head ‘No’ once again. I don’t want to safeword, I’ve never done it with Daddy. There was one time I needed too but didn’t and received a punishment. This doesn’t feel the same way, though. Yes, I am in pain, but it’s not unbearable or something I really don’t want to do.
“Then relax and let it happen.” I nod my head and attempt to keep calm, but it still hurts. I renew my screaming, but I’m not thrashing around anymore. Yet another orgasm is ripped from my body, the sixth of the night, and I scream. This orgasm is one of the most painful things I have ever felt, and it was a dry one. The instruments of torture tied to me keep going, but I need a break.
“MER-Y DAA-Y MERC-Y.” I whine and shift around in my bondage, but I need to know if I’m close to finishing.
“Ho mu-h lon-er, Da-dy?” I ask, knowing I probably won't get the answer I want.
“I'm not supposed to tell you, but you’re struggling a lot, so I’ll let you have this one. A little while, but not too long.” I whine and attempt to release my arms from the restraints when that doesn’t work, I slump back into them. My mouth is parched from all my screaming, and I want the gag off. It is stretching my mouth, and it’s starting to ache even if not open all the way.
“Ca- t-e ga- co-e off?”
“You know that none of the gear is ever taken off,” I whine loudly as it’s about the only thing I can do. I accept that I will continue to be tortured, so I just lay there waiting for the inevitable. Of course, it doesn’t take long for the machines to be turned on again, but this time they are all at full speed. I wasn’t expecting them to go any higher than they were before, so I start screaming at the top of my lungs.
“Pllllleee-sssseee. Lo-eeeeeeeerrr theeeeeeee-“ I beg. It’s too much; they are hurting me behind any pain I have felt before, but it's still not unbearable either.
“I won’t do that,” I scream at that and start sobbing alongside my screams. Tears are running down the side of my eyes and down to my ears. I am thrashing around, and I feel the restraints biting into my skin. I scream, sob, gasp for air, and for a couple of moments at a time, I stay completely silent as I go through waves of pain that made me feel like I was on fire. And yet my body decided to have another orgasm, the seventh of the night. It was another dry one that felt like sandpaper being pushed through my piss hole even though nothing came out. The machines still don’t stop their assault on my exhausted body, and I’m not sure how much longer I can take it, so I continue with my convulsions.
“OWWW. Pleeeeeee-sssseee. Ple-se. Ple-se. Ple-se. OWWWWWWWWW.”
“Daaaaaaa-dddddyyyyyyy. Pleeeeee-sssssseee.”
“NOOOOOO -ooooooreeee. Noooooo -orrrreeee.”
“Owwwieeeee. Lo-eeeeer th-mmmmmmm.”
“S-oooooooooooooopppppppp.”
“OWWWWIEEE. OWWWWWW. AHHHHHH.” These few sayings and sounds are the only things I can let out of my mouth that is not a wailing sob.
I wait and wait what feels like an eternity, but finally, the machines are turned off without my prompting. I continue to scream and sob as I still feel pain going through me like a knife. Once the pain subsides a little, I stop screaming but keep crying my life out. At that point, I hear the door open and close.
“Good job, Baby. Good job. I am so proud of you.” Daddy goes on speaking sweet nothings to me, but I barely understand them. I am too preoccupied with feeling him remove the clothespins with my ear lobes, nose, and tongue. The gag comes off next, and finally, I can see Daddy’s face as he removes the blindfold. I immediately look into his eyes and start to sob hard again. I could see that Daddy was proud of me for going through my treatment in full without safe wording, but I could also see the worry he had about it being too much.
“I am going to take the nipple clamps off. Deep breath, Baby.” I breathe in as deep as I can with my stuffed nose and scream loudly again as the clamps come off and leave a stabbing pain in my nipples. The collar is removed, and I could finally breathe normally again if I wasn’t crying, that is. The ropes holding the vibrators are taken off next, with my stomach being first and my left thigh being last. My arms are untied next, and I immediately bring my hands to my face to hide it.
“Another deep breath, sweet one. I need to take out the dildo.” I nod and take a few seconds to catch my breath before I breathe in deeply. It doesn’t hurt me as much as the clamps did, but I still whine as it had been pounding me, and now my asshole was sore. My legs are the last thing to be released, and Daddy takes them off the stirrups and puts in the space between them. I hear him walk away as I remain hiding my face in my hands. A drawer is opened, something crinkly is pulled out, and clicks open and close again. Daddy walks back over to me and goes in between my legs. I feel something cold touch my dick, and I immediately shoot myself upright.
“NO. NO MORE! NO.” I shout as I swat Daddy’s hand away.
“It’s just a baby wipe, sweetie. I’m sorry. I should’ve warned you first. Can I please clean you up?” I look at Daddy’s hand and realize that he is only holding a baby wipe. I nod my head yes to his question and lie back down again. I feel the coolness touches my junk again, but I only flinch this time. It is wiped all over my balls, penis, and stomach clearing away all the cum that came out of me. Daddy walks away again to throw the baby wipe in the trash can before returning to his spot between my legs. He starts rubbing his hands all over my body in a soothing motion. Very light touches and wiping away of tears help me calm down enough to sit up and hug him. I soon as I feel his warm, strong arms embrace me, I renew my bawling.
“Oh, my Baby. It’s over now. It’s okay. I’m right here for you. I will always be here for you.” I put my head on his shoulder and stick my face in the space between his neck and shoulder.
“Baby, wrap your legs around my hips and wrap your arms around my neck.” I do as I am told and feel Daddy place his right arm under my thighs and wrap his left around just under my armpits. I am lifted off the chair, and Daddy takes on my full weight before heading for the door.
He opens the door, walks out and down the hallway to his bedroom, where I sleep with him during the weekends. We come into the room, and Daddy makes a straight line to the bed where he lays me down on my back and sits with his back touching the headboard. Once he is settled, I swing my leg over his hips and hide my face in his shoulder again.
“Shhhhhh, Baby. No more crying, please. You’ll make yourself sick. It’s okay now, it’s all over.” Daddy starts to rock me side to side while rubbing my back up and down three times before patting my bare butt three times. He stays telling me how good I was, how it’s over, and asking me to stop crying. The soothing routine he has created calmed me down quickly, and I stop crying completely. I get to the sniffling stage before I lift my head off his shoulders and look at him. He immediately smiles at me and places a kiss on the tip of my nose.
“How long, daddy?”
“Two hours, Baby. Thirty minutes for each day of the week you have exams for and the day you go to class and work.”
“It really hurt.”
“I know it did, which leads me to my question. Do you want to put a maximum time on your treatment? I noticed that when we did an hour and fifteen minutes a few weeks ago, you didn’t struggle as much. So, you can maximize your treatment time to one hour and fifteen, one hour and thirty, one hour and forty-five minutes, two hours, or keep trying for more time. It’s up to you, my precious one” Daddy is still rocking me when I start to think about my options. I’m pretty sure I started to freak out around one hour and thirty minutes, but I can’t be sure. The whole two hours were difficult to go through, but I made it, and I never felt the need to safeword. I was close, though, in the last minutes, I felt like the pain was becoming too much, and I would have to tap out soon. I really don’t think I could make it any more than two hours without tapping out quickly.
“Two hours. Maximum two hours. I don’t think I can handle more time without safe wording quickly.”
“Thank You for being honest. It seems like Daddy has six rules to follow now. Huh?”
“Yeah. Maybe I should make more.”
“Oh, there’s the cheeky baby that I love so much. I was so worried that I had gone too far.”
“No. It was just right. Like Daddy always is.” Daddy chuckles.
“Why, Thank You, Baby.”
We sit in silence for some minutes before my stomach growls loudly.
“What time is it?”
“Obviously, dinner time for my little boy, but the real-time is nine pm sharp.” Three hours exactly have passed since the start of my treatment. The three most prolonged hours of my life.
“Do you want me to carry you downstairs, or do you want to walk?” Daddy asks me
“Carry.” I really don’t want him to let me go just yet. He leans forward, and I wrap my legs around his waist again and tighten my arms around his neck. Daddy gets up from the bed and walks out of the room and down the stairs. The curtains are always closed with Velcro to the wall to keep them from opening accidentally, so I don’t mind being naked in the common areas. As we come closer to the kitchen, I can start to smell…garlic bread.
“Garlic Bread!” I lift my head off his shoulder and look towards the kitchen. Daddy laughs at me but keeps walking forward.
“I knew you would like your favorite food after such rough treatment. Even if I believe that it’s technically not a food but a side dish,” We make it to the dining room/kitchen area where Daddy places me on one of the dining table chairs. He kisses my forehead again and goes to his cabinets to remove to plates for us. The garlic bread was in the oven, and when I looked at Daddy’s recycling bin, I noticed there were two smaller frozen garlic bread boxes with a frozen dinner pizza box.
“Daddy, did you make a pizza as well?”
“You’re very observant, little one. Yes, I did. I want you to eat an entrée and a side dish tonight. You need to regain your strength. I know you would love to eat just bread, but you need more than that for energy.”
“Bread has a lot of carbs for energy-giving.”
“True, but I still want you to have some pizza.”
“Okay, Daddy. I will have some pizza.” Daddy has placed two slices of pizza and two slices of garlic bread on each plate. He grabs a plate in each hand and brings them to the table.
“Thank You for being such a good boy, Baby.”
One plate is placed in front of me and the other in front of the chair next to me. Daddy goes back to the kitchen side and opens the fridge. He grabs one water bottle and one bottle of Coca-Cola. I really hope the soda is mine but no such luck. The water bottle is placed next to my plate, and Daddy sits down next to me.
“Okay, Baby. I want you to eat, then pack your stuff up so you can go home tomorrow and then shower and get into bed. If that can all be done before ten pm, that would be great.”
“Why so early?”
“So, you can rest up for all your midterms. You’re going to need your rest this week.”
“I’ll try my best, Daddy.”
“That’s all I can ask for.” We both start eating, and I eat both pieces of garlic bread and one pizza slice. I don’t want the second slice, though. I want another piece of bread.
“Daddy, can I have another piece of garlic bread instead of the pizza slice?” Daddy looks at my plate and sighs softly.
“Can you eat the slice minus the crust for another bread?” I shake my head ‘No’ softly. I get full very quickly, which has led to me being underweight my whole life.
“How about half the slice?” I shrug my shoulders.
“Can you try?” I nod my head and take a big bite from the slice. I eat what I think is half of the slice and turn to Daddy for approval.
“You get to have another slice of garlic bread.” He gets up and grabs another slice out of the oven with a pair of tongs. It’s placed on my plate, and I instantly pick it up and bite into it. I finish that piece and finish off the water bottle.
“Do I go pack my stuff now?”
“Yes, Baby. Just put your plate in the sink first.” I put the pate in the sink, wash my hands, and grab my textbooks from the other end of the dining table. I put them in my bookbag based on height so I can see everything. Then I place my pencils, pens, highlighters, and whiteout inside of my pencil pouch and put that in the front pocket. I grab the sweater from the back of the chair and head upstairs to put my clothes in my duffel bag with my backpack in tow. I usually don’t take out all my clothes from the duffel, so I don’t forget anything since I won’t be able to get it back until next weekend. Sadly, I can only stay with Daddy during the weekends since he was at one point, my professor and a relationship between the two of us is prohibited. I need him, though; I need my Daddy, and he says he knew I needed him from the moment I walked in through his classroom door. I don’t know how true that is, but he’s told me that story enough times to believe him. The last thing I need to do is put everything in my toiletry bag and put it in my duffel. I will do that in the morning after I have taken my shower so I can leave. With my duffel and bookbag complete, all I need to do to go to bed is a shower.
“Daddy, I’m finished packing. Do I get into the shower?” I shout from the top of the stairs.
“Yes, Baby. I will be up in a few minutes to check on you. I just need to clear up the kitchen.”
“Okay, Daddy.” Daddy’s townhouse has two bathrooms, but neither of them is in the master suite. The bathroom on the second floor is at the end of the hall, the master bedroom is at the beginning. There are three bedrooms in between the two rooms on either side of the hallway. One of the rooms is the playroom while another is Daddy’s office, and the final room is supposed to be where Daddy’s bottoms sleep, but he says I am a good boy, so I get to sleep with him. There are another two rooms and a bathroom on the first floor behind the stairs, but I only ever go into the bathroom if we are hanging out downstairs.
I make it to the second-floor bathroom and close the door behind me, but don’t lock it. Daddy has asked me not to because he is afraid, I will fall deep into little or subspace and injure myself with him unable to get to me. I can decide to lock it if I want complete privacy, but right now, I am feeling littler than usual, so I think it’s best to keep it unlocked. When the water is warm enough, I get into the bathtub and stand under the spray. I let the warm water soothe my aching muscles and close my eyes to relish in the beautiful feeling.
“BABY!” I jump a little and open my eyes wide while looking around until I spot Daddy’s head peeking in around the curtain.
“I’ve been calling your name. Why didn’t you respond?” Daddy shouts at me.
“Sowwy, Daddy. I no hear you.” Daddy sighs.
“Do you want to put the plugin and let me bathe you instead?”
“No. I shower now.”
“Okay, but I am staying inside of the bathroom to make sure nothing happens.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Daddy closes the curtain, and I hear him close the toilet lid and sit down. I grab the shampoo bottle and pour some onto my hand before rubbing them together and running my hands through my hair to wash it. Once I had lathered up the shampoo enough, I let the water run over my head and get rid of the shampoo. I rinse my hands of the leftovers, and then I do the same process with the conditioner. I finish my hair, and I grab my loofah off the hook that it’s kept on from the wall. I pour some body wash onto it and let some water get onto it to get it warm, and then I rub it onto my chest. I pass it over my nipples to harshly, and it makes me gasp loudly.
“What’s wrong?” Daddy is back at the side of the tub, peeking his head in.
“Trying to clean myself but hurts.”
“Want me to do it?” I nod my head. Daddy grabs the showerhead and detaches it from its base. He puts it down, so the spray is still inside the tub, but so he won’t get wet when he is bathing me. I walk closer to him as he rolls up his sleeves to his elbows and buttons them, so they won’t slide down. Daddy extends his arm out, and I hand him the loofah before turning my body to face him. He grabs my left arm and passes the loofah over it and my armpit. The process is repeated with my right arm, and then he passes the loofah over my stomach and neck arm. The only part left was my chest, and I whine.
“It’s okay, Baby. I will do it as softly as I can.” Daddy puts his finger in one of the parts of the loofah, so just a small part touches my nipples. He rubs them as softly as he can on both nipples then passes the whole loofah in between them and on either side. The showerhead is passed over my upper body, and then Daddy moves onto my legs. My legs are soaped up, and Daddy asks me to put my hands on the wall so he can scrub my feet. Then he asks me to squat a little so he can pass the loofah in the space between my balls and butthole. Once again, the part that hurts the most is the only part left. However, Daddy takes hold of my penis and gently passes the loofah over it. He also does my balls and my inner thighs. I am rinsed off again and asked to turn around.
My back is more comfortable as only my asshole hurts, but it needs to be revealed to get cleaned. The loofah is quickly passed all over, and then I am told to bend over. I feel Daddy spread my ass cheeks open with his thumb and index finger of his left arm and use his index finger of his right hand to pass the loofah over my sore hole. He then places the loofah at the small of my back and squeezes the loofah, so soap runs down the crack of my ass. Daddy lets go off my butt, grabs the shower head and rinses my butt then opens my crack again to let the soap leave. I then stand up, and I am entirely rinsed off before the water is turned off. The showerhead is put back into its place, and the curtain opened so I can step out. Daddy holds out his hands, so I take them and let him guide me out, so I won’t fall. He grabs my purple towel off the drying rack and starts by shaking my hair dry and then passing the towel all over my body. I start looking around the bathroom since I am bored and notice that my chastity set minus the replica dildo is already on the empty shelve of the storage unit. They are waiting for me to put them on tomorrow morning. Daddy stops when he notices I became very still and was staring at something. He looks in the same direction and sees what I am transfixed on.
“Just like always, Baby. I know it’s hard for you to not have me at all times during the week, but this helps you remember I will always be here if you need me.” I nod my head, and Daddy kisses my cheek.
“Let’s brush your teeth” Daddy grabs my toothbrush from the holder and puts some toothpaste on it. He moves me in front of the sink with my back to it and gently squeezes my cheeks two times for me to open my mouth. Once I do, Daddy sticks my toothbrush in and starts brushing my teeth for me. He does the front of my teeth then leans down so he can see better and does the back of them. Then he tells me to put them together to pass the brush all over them, and my tongue is stuck out so he can move the brush over it. I am turned around and told to rinse after Daddy turned the faucet on. I clean my mouth out quickly while Daddy puts my toothbrush back in the holder, and I am now ready for bed.
“Alright, come on, let’s get you to bed.”
“Carry?” Daddy chuckles at me again.
“Your very little right now, huh?” I nod, and Daddy lifts me up high enough to wrap my legs around his hips. Everyone always tells me that I am too underweight, and it's terrible for me, but it lets Daddy carry me with ease, so I think it’s a good tradeoff. We make it back to the bedroom, and Daddy moves the comforter down the bed before laying me down on the left side. He then closes the door and dims down the lights.
“Want to watch a movie, or do you want me to massage you?”
“Mmmmmm, both?”
“Both?”
“Listen to the movie and watch Daddy massage me” Daddy contemplates my compromise for a few seconds.
“That sounds, okay. Is there any movie you want to listen to?”
“Winnie?”
“Ah. A cuddly bear just like my baby.” I smile, and Daddy goes to the small two shelf bookcase he has in the corner of the bedroom full of DVDs. The first time I came, all the movies were PG-13 and higher, only taking up the first shelf. Then I came back a few weeks later, and the lower shelf had been filled with kids' movies. Daddy says he had gone downstairs to his basement, noticed the box full of DVDs, and decided to put them on the bookshelf. I think he did it for me to be able to watch any kids movie I wanted with him. He pulls out The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh from the lineup and pops the disk into the DVD player. Then he grabs the remote, turns the TV on, changes the input to DVD Play, and the main menu pops up. Daddy presses play and then grabs both a face cream and a body lotion from his dresser before straddling me. The theme song to Winnie The Pooh is playing from the TV, but I am too busy staring at Daddy to pay attention.
“I’m going to do your face first, then I'll do your body, then I’ll turn you around and do your back.” I nod my head, and Daddy playfully sticks out his tongue at me while shaking his head. It makes me smile and giggle, which in turn makes Daddy smile. He pours a small dollop of the face cream onto his left hand, close the face cream cap and rubs his hands together. He rubs the cream onto my cheeks first then passes it over my forehead and eyebrows. He then takes his index and middle finger on each hand and moves them under my eyes and on my nose, being careful on my nose. The same two fingers but only from his right hand pass the cream just under my nose to right over my top lip and from just under my bottom lip to my chin. He then takes his thumb, index, and middle finger on each hand and rubs my ears, paying particular attention to my earlobes. Once he’s done with my face, he wipes his hands on a rag I hadn’t noticed he brought until they are clear of the face cream. The body lotion is uncapped, and a more significant amount is poured onto his hands, rubbed together, and he starts massaging my neck. Moving down, he does my shoulders and chest, lightly on my nipples, and then my stomach. More lotion is poured, and then my arms and hands are massaged until they fell like Jell-O. I close my eyes and just let myself fell how good the massage is.
I open my eyes when I feel Daddy starts to get off me and feel that my legs and my feet feel like Jell-O as well. I look to the side of the bed and notice Daddy is wiping his hands.
“Daaaaaaddy, do my back, please?”
“Oh, I thought you were sleeping already.”
“Uh-uh.”
“Turn onto your stomach then.” I push myself to the side and then onto my stomach. I put my arms beside me, and I feel Daddy straddle me again. He again starts at my shoulders and works his way down my back right before my butt. I close my eyes again, but Daddy does both of my arms and then starts gently massaging my asscheeks.
Blaine fell asleep before I finished with his butt, but I decided to do his legs, so all his muscles are massaged. He deserves it after pushing himself through his most intense treatment, yet. I once again finish with his feet and get off from the bed. This time he really is asleep, and I wipe my hands clean before pulling the comforter from the ottoman at the end of the bed up until it meets his shoulders. I tuck him in a little and kiss his forehead. The TV is a bit loud now that he is asleep, so I lower the volume and restart the movie, so it’s not so quiet in the room when I’m gone. I plug in his phone, that stayed on the dresser during the night, and check if he has any important messages. No message or phone call had come through, so I turn on his six am alarm and put the phone down. I turn the lights off and walk out of the bedroom but leave the door slightly ajar so I can hear him if he calls me.
I go into the playroom and decide to clean up now since its only ten forty-two, and I don’t have to be in bed until midnight. I sigh when I see everything that I have on the instruments table because it’s a lot. It hurt me to listen to my Baby scream, cry, and beg for me to stop, but I couldn’t. At least, I think I couldn’t. The time he gets for his treatments is based on his school and work schedule for the week. Weekend shifts are not counted because Blaine comes stays with me, so I make sure he gets up and out my front door early enough to get there on time. If he works, I give him fifteen minutes, if he goes to class, I give him fifteen minutes, if he goes to an exam, I give him thirty minutes. This week Blaine has two midterms every day Monday through Wednesday and school and work on Thursday. Hence, the two-hour-long treatment. I hope that I know him well enough to have made the right decision. He told me I had, but he’s in little space, so I don’t know how much I can believe him.
I move the instruments table into its corner and grab the nipple clamps and clothing pins from it. I walk to the lockable metal cabinet I have and put both in the Nipple/Clips drawer. The vibrators are placed in the Vibrators/ Butt plugs drawer and the blindfold and gag in the Gags/Blindfolds drawer. Ropes are looped, tied up, and put in the Cuffs/Restraints drawer. I grab some paper towels and the disinfectant bottle from the Other drawer and wipe down the medical chair. Blaine is the only one who is using it right now, but I want to make sure it's clean, so he doesn’t get any infection by accident. I also wipe down the restraints, so they are clear from his sweat. I throw the paper towels in the trash bin and put the disinfectant back in its drawer before closing and locking it. The only drawer that was not in use tonight was the Spanking/Whipping drawer, which I rarely use nowadays. The key to the drawers is then taped to the back of it, but only I know that. I grab the replica dildo, grab the trash bag out of the bin, put a new one, and turn off the lights before walking out and locking the playroom door. That key is on my keyring, but I’m the only one who knows which key unlocks what door.
I go into the bathroom and put the dildo in the sink. I then pick up Blaine’s discarded purple towel back on the drying rack and put the loofah back on its hook. Then I close the shower curtain and clean the dildo with soap and lukewarm water before placing it with the rest of Blaine’s chastity set. I grab the trash bag and replace it before I turn off the lights and walking out of the bathroom, closing its door.
I put the bathroom trash bag next to the playroom's trash bag that is next to my office door. I walk into my office and pick up my paperwork from my desk until its clear. I put the papers into my bag and turn off my laptop before closing its lid. I had already saved all my work and plugged it in before Blaine’s treatment finished, but I thought he would fall asleep faster so I would have time to do more work. No such luck, though, but it's alright since my Baby is cared for. I put my pens and markers into my bag as well and close it up. I then grab the trash bag, replace it with a new one, turn off the lights, and walk out of my office, closing the door behind me.
After grabbing all three trash bags, I walked downstairs and put them into my bigger trash can so that I only take out one big bin every week. I had already cleaned the kitchen and wiped off the dining table, so I just check if my front door and basement/garage door are locked. Once I know they are locked, I turn off all the lights and walk back up the stairs. I take my shoes off at the top, so I don’t walk into the bedroom with them and make a noise. I walk in and notice Blaine hasn’t moved an inch since he fell asleep. I put my shoes on my shoe rack that’s in my closet, and I use the light the TV is giving off to change from my casual clothes into my pajamas. I put my dirty clothes into my clothes bin, and then take the DVD out of the player, put it back in its case and back onto the bookshelf. I then get in bed with Blaine.
As soon as I am settled, Blaine moves from where he was to lay on top of my chest. He puts his face in my neck and his arms on either side of me. I wrap my right arm around his back and use my left hand to grab the TV remote to change the input to my cable box. I decide to watch Untold Stories of the ER but put my TV on sleep mode with a countdown of two hours in case I fall asleep without turning it off. I put the remote back on my dresser and wrap my left arm around Blaine as well. I watch the show for about half an hour before I start to feel drowsy and eventually fall asleep with my arms wrapped around my Baby.