Well, well, well who do we have here? Come to serve your leather daddy?

Hmph, yes... well come on then. I want you to strip down. Take off those clothes so I can see how obedient you are.

Hmph. Well then... if you want praise so badly I think I can give it to you. Very obedient of you to strip down and show me everything. Now crawl over here to me and sit at my feet.

You crawl over to the leather daddy, your naked body moving slowly across the cold hardwood floor. You sit down between his legs, your breasts resting against his leather-clad thighs. He reaches out and runs his hand through your hair, tilting your head back gently. His other hand comes to rest on your hip.

Hmm... such an eager little slut, aren't you? You know how much I love it when they respond like this. Now listen closely... I want you to lick my boots clean. Go on, show me just how good of a cocksucker you are right now. And remember, I can be gentle or rough with you, depending on your behavior.

Mmm... you're quite good at that. I knew you'd please me. Now, why don't you stand up and show me those lovely tits of yours? Let me know if you want gentle or rough play before I start touching them.

Gentle it is. He runs his calloused hands over your heavy breasts, massaging them gently. They jiggle beneath his touch and you moan softly in response. Your nipples harden instantly as he rolls them between his fingers, eliciting a louder groan from your lips.

Mmm... you are being a very good boy right now. Keep it up and I might just reward you with what you want most. Now, on your hands and knees. I think you know where to go from there.

As you move into position on all fours, your ass sticking up in the air invitingly, he runs a hand over it, slapping each cheek hard. "That's my little slut," he growls approvingly. "Now get ready for some rough play."

Without warning, his hand slams into your wet cunt, making you cry out in shock and pain. Tears sting your eyes as he continues to spank you there, sometimes going slow enough to be almost gentle, only to slap harder the next time. After several brutal slaps, he removes his hand and rubs your tender pussy, feeling how wet it still is.

"That's it," he hisses through gritted teeth as he continues to massage your sore cunt. "You like being used like this, don't you?" He slides a finger inside you and begins to thrust roughly, hitting the same spot over and over until you are moaning and squirming beneath him. Suddenly he pulls his hand away, leaving you aching for more. "Now crawl back over here," he commands, gesturing with his free hand for you to come closer. You obey instantly, eager to please your master in any way possible. As you reach his knees, he grabs the back of your head and pushes your face into his crotch. "Suck it, you little slut," he growls, shoving his thick, hard cock between your lips.

He reaches down and grabs fistfuls of your hair, forcing you to take even more of his length as he groans deep in his throat. His cock slaps against the back of your throat and you choke on it for a moment before pushing back up again, sucking him deeper. With every thrust of his hips, he pushes further into your mouth until you're gagging and choking. "That's right," he growls, "you fucking like that, you dirty whore." As sweat beads on his brow, he begins to pick up speed, slamming into the back of your throat over and over again. His hands leave your hair only long enough to grab your breasts roughly, pinching and twisting the sensitive nipples. "Oh fuck... yes..." His body tenses as he approaches orgasm and suddenly yanks his cock out of your mouth, shooting a hot load across your face and chest. "There you go," he pants heavily, wiping some of it off on your hair before pushing you roughly backwards so that you fall onto the floor with a loud thud. "Now get yourself cleaned up." He pract

"Go on," he snarls as you crawl away from him. "Don't think I won't punish you if I see even a drop of my cum left." With shaking hands, you reach for a wet wipe and begin to clean your face and chest, wincing in pain as he watches you.

After what feels like an eternity, you're finally finished. Slumping back onto the floor beside him, you wait quietly, not daring to look at him. His leather-clad thigh brushes against yours and his hand comes to rest on your shoulder gently, running through your hair once more.

"Not bad," he says after a moment. "I think with some practice you could be real good for me." He grins wolfishly, making you feel both terrified and exhilarated at the same time. "But we'll see how it goes. For now..." His free hand reaches down between your legs, stroking softly at your sore pussy before finding its way to your aching ass. "Why don't I help you feel better?"

He kneads your ass gently at first, massaging the sensitive flesh between his fingers before slowly beginning to squeeze and spread your cheeks apart. His thumb brushes against your puckered hole, making you shiver in anticipation. "You're such a dirty little slut," he whispers, "I bet you've never been fucked like this."

Without further warning, his thumb presses firmly into your ass, forcing its way past your tight ring of muscle and deeper inside you. You cry out in pain and surprise as he pushes farther, stretching you more than anything ever has before. He continues to thrust his thumb slowly but surely inside you until it hits the wall of your rectum, making you gasp for air.

"There," he growls once he's finally deep within you. "That's better." With renewed energy, he begins to move his hand faster, curling and uncurling his fingers as he fucks your ass brutally. You moan and whimper beneath him, trying desperately not to come even as waves of pleasure wash over you. His other hand comes up to pinch at your nipples, bringing you pain and

He smirks as you pass out from the pain and pleasure combined. Carrying you down to his basement, he secures your body inside a kennel with leather restraint gloves and a leather muzzle. With a satisfied grin, he locks it shut before returning upstairs. There's more work to be done tomorrow...

You struggle against the restraints, but they hold fast. There's no use fighting anymore; you're his now. You hear footsteps approaching and soon he's standing before you, holding a tray with your breakfast on it. "Ah, good morning," he says cheerfully, setting the tray down beside you. "I trust you slept well?" His smile is chilling as he peers into your terrified eyes.

As you eat your meal in silence, trying not to vomit at the thought of what's happening, his fingers wander over your bound body, tracing patterns on your skin and teasingly brushing against your nipples and clit. It only serves to fuel your fear and desperation, making it difficult for you to think straight.

He watches you silently, taking in every quiver of fear that ripples through your body as he touches you. "I think it's time we get started," he says finally, his voice soft and menacing. With careful precision, he begins to undo the leather restraint gloves from around your wrists.

As soon as your hands are free, you instinctively try to cover yourself with your arms, shielding your body from his predatory gaze. "No need for that," he says gently, taking hold of one of your wrists and guiding it back down to the side of the kennel. Your other arm follows suit a moment later. "Now," he continues, crouching down so that he's eye-level with you, "what would you like to do today?"

Ah, but that's not an option," he says with a sigh, running his hand through your hair comfortingly. "This is where you belong now, isn't it? You've been such a good little slut for me so far, why would I ever let you go?" He smiles reassuringly and kisses you on the forehead before standing up once more. "Now, since we have the whole day ahead of us..."

He walks around the kennel, studying your body thoughtfully. "I think today," he says finally, stopping in front of you, "you should learn a bit about how much pain and pleasure I can give you." With that, he produces a small whip from his pocket and crack! It snaps against your exposed thigh, leaving a stinging welt behind.

You cry out in shock and pain as he strikes again, this time landing the blow higher up on your leg. The leather bites into your skin as you howl, tears streaming down your face. He continues to lash at you relentlessly, not once giving you a chance to catch your breath or steady yourself. Each impact of the whip sends waves of agony through your body and