I loved to be on display for him. I loved it when he used me for his pleasure in the many positions he chose. I was his sex slave, here for his pleasu...e. He was my first love; he was my only love. He taught me the art of BDSM. As far back as I can remember I always wanted to serve and obey even before I knew what it meant to be a submissive.I loved the feel of his whip on my ass. He did it out of love. I was never really a bad slave. I always tried to obey his every command, but sometimes I. Of course, I forgive you. I know you and your mother have been through a lot. You haven't had it easy since your father left you two. But I'm here now and I am not going anyplace. Shhh... it's okay honey," he said, comforting the crying girl.He sat there with her in his arms, rocking back and forth and letting her get a good cry out. When she was finished, he used a corner of the sheet to dry her puffy red eyes."There now, feeling better hon?" he asked."Yes, Daddy, thank you," she said."So it's. “Beg me!” he ordered. Ashley wasn’t much for dirty talk, but she couldn’t remember being so horny. His wish was her command. Her hands slid down his back and latched onto his ass, squeezing it tightly and pulling him towards her, urging him to penetrate her.“Please put it in me!” she begged, “I want it so bad! Please, I can’t take it! I need you inside of me!” Her beautiful brown eyes were looking at him pleadingly. He didn’t have the strength to carry it any further. He could feel the entrance. ’ He smiled as he pulled back slightly. ‘Then I’m sure it can wait a little longer – and it will be all the better for that, my love. Let’s have some of that wine you set out.’ Richard stepped to the small table in front of the bay window and poured from the bottle of merlot. Leah set two slices of fontinella cheese on rounds of baguette and offered one to him. He raised his glass to her. ‘To us. For always and forever.’ ‘To us. And to once again finding the heat that feeds our souls.’ They.