Don't Avoid Daddy

He then pushes my head down, "Grab your ankles."

"Please, I beg you daddy..." A hiccup in my voice from me crying. "No more, please! You're really hurting me."

"If you fucking move, I'm going to keep you here all night bitch."

He yells at me. As I freeze motionless, with my head to the bed and my poor abused ass in the air. I feel it gaping wide, as I hear him searching through bags. He finds it, something metal, clinging, as he walks with it. He grabs my wrist and wraps it around. "It's a handcuff" I say to myself, realizing my plea was unheard. He cuffs my right wrist to my right ankle and my left wrist to my left ankle, my chest pushing on top of my knees.

"You're fucking filthy, look what you did to my bed." He rips my blindfold off as I clench my eyes shut. Slowly opening them and observing my surroundings. Everything around me disheveled and turned upside down, me in the middle of it all. And right next to my head, the puddle of puke. The sight of it makes the stench all the more putrid as I turn my head the other way, not wanting to see or smell it. I feel a hard lash on my ass, as I look behind me seeing my master with a belt in his hand.

"You're going to clean that up, dog." He whips my ass hard again; I immediately feel the welt starting to form where his leather strap met my ass. I cringe in pain. He places his cock at the entrance of my beaten and bruised asshole.

"Yes daddy, I promise I'll clean it up right away! Please don-"

He grabs me by my hair and before I could finish my sentence, shoves my face into my puke, as I feel him lean forward and ram his cock deep into my blood crusted asshole. I shriek in disbelief and agony as he rubs my face in the regurgitated mess I made.

"NOO!! STOP!! PLEASE!!"

My screams muffled from the vomit covered bed sheets entering my mouth. I close my mouth shut when he directs my head facing straight down into the mattress but scream when he pushes the side of my head into it.