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collared and leashed When Daddy and I used to live in a loft in downtown Portland we would go out and do a lot of flashing and public nudity. Most of it was for pictures not movies but mainly it was just fun for us. I’d never been that open and uninhibited before so you better believe I walked around with a very wet pussy and sometimes it got so bad that you could see it running down my legs. As always my Father forbid me to wipe it up or hide it in any way. Oh how he loves my wet thighs! The one thing we never did that I have regretted was inspired by some of the BDSM stuff that Papa was into. Mainly I wanted to be collared but more than that I wanted him to put a leash on me and take me for a walk. I didn’t want to crawl on all fours or feel like a mutt in that way but that was the general attitude. I was to be a thing taken for a walk. A possession or something owned. Did the idea ever excite me! Well out of the blue Daddy made that fantasy a reality a couple of days ago. We were visiting our old neighborhood purely for nostalgic reasons when he pulled an old collar out of his pocket and put it on me. I admit the feeling of it wrapped around my neck brought back all kinds of memories and feelings but it wasn’t until I saw the leash that my heart skipped a beat. Papa wordlessly clasped one end to my collar and then began to walk. I almost let the leash get taut before I began to follow. Heart racing and cunt already beginning to gush we took a brief stroll that probably only lasted six blocks but felt like miles. The only reason it wasn’t longer is because of the cold but the effect had settled in. I was an object and my Father was my owner. We snuck into an old warehouse and used the service elevator to get to the basement level. Once there I was told to lift my skirt and bend over a recliner. Daddy pulled on the leash which choked me quite a bit but I never blacked out or anything like that. He pounded my pussy and we both giggled at how wet I was. Nasty things were said about me that only made me more aroused but it was the novelty of the entire experience that held sway over all. The collar around my neck felt just as wonderful as the cock pounding at my innards which felt just as magnificent as being led around a few very public streets on a leash had. It was all so very intense and overwhelming but at the same time felt completely natural. It’s not something we’ll do often or maybe we won’t even do it again but I’m glad I got to have the experience. |
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Thanks for posting!
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Mmmm, that sounds like a most delicate experience! I hope that you manage to repeat it one day.... When you come to a fork in the road, take it. __Yogi Berra
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