BDSM Erotica: Dirty Talk for Good Girls

Content Warning: This BDSM erotic audio contains consensual Daddy Dom/good girl dynamics.

A Voice Note for Daddy’s Good Girl

I'm so frustrated. I won't be back tonight. I'm sorry. 

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A week of meetings and reports and presentations, and I was really looking forward to getting back and seeing you. 

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I've missed you, of course. 

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But I've MISSED you. Physically. I miss your scent. I miss your hair between my fingers. I miss your lips on my stomach. I've spent much of the week feeling buried under the weight of corporate sludge, and I wanted to get home and take it all out on you. To paint you with all my hunger and need. All on you, my perfect little fuck toy. 

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But being here, so far away, doesn't mean I don't still control your body. Being so far away doesn't mean I don't still control your mind. 

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Open your legs. 

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When I get home, I don't just want to fuck you. I want to use you. I want to be selfish with you. I want you to feel helpless, and I want you to feel trapped, and I want you to feel overwhelmed. 

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I want to tie you to the bed and spread you out and hold your jaw and whisper to you that I don't care about your pleasure, that your job is to lie there and take everything. All of my frustration and all of my aggression — take it all like a good girl. I'll say this to you and ask if you understand, and you'll nod. Afraid, perhaps, but you'll nod, ready to relieve Daddy of all his pressure and stress.

Touch Yourself While Daddy Watches

Now touch your clit. Lightly. Teasingly. Listen to my voice and know that your cunt belongs to me. I bet it's wet already. I bet it's tingling, aching, resentful at the lack of friction. Wishing that the sound of my voice was vibrating between your legs. Press a little harder. With your free hand, put it to your throat, and imagine it's mine. Just holding you. Holding my property 

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"Now touch your clit. Lightly. Teasingly."

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Bent Over and Waiting

When I get home, I'm going to throw you against the wall and then push you to your knees. I'm not going to wait for you to take a breath before I push my dick down your open throat. I'm going to take a fistful of your hair, and I'm going to call you a slut. No, I'm going to call you MY slut. I'm going to slap your face and feel the vibrations of each hit shudder down the shaft of my cock. I hope your eyes tear up when I do. I like how helpless you look. 

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Now circle your clit more quickly. I want to imagine you arching your back — wishing it was my large hand on your cunt instead. 

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Move your free hand to your nipple. Pinch it and let that sharp pain travel down your body, making you wetter. 

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When I get home, I'm going to strip you naked and stand you up with your palms against the wall and kick your feet apart. I'm going to stand behind you, and I'm going to move my hands down the front of your throat, over your hard nipples, and then down your ribs across your stomach. You're going to stand still, maddeningly still, as my hands glide around your hips and my fingers sink firmly into your flesh. You're going to hold your breath when you feel my dick stiffen against you, and I'm going to pull your hips up to me, forcing you into position.

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Then I'm going to lean forward and kiss the back of your neck, taking a hit of the addictive scent of your hair, before pushing my throbbing cock up into your soaking wet cunt. I'm going to growl, and I'm going to say "fuck" as I do, because you'll be so warm and tight around me. I'm going to wrap your hair around my fingers and use it to pull you further down my dick, and you're going to feel my pace gather and you're going to hear my breath change and at a certain point you're going to realise that your Daddy has already lost control, and amid the sound of my growls and my balls slapping against you, you're going to reach behind you and pull me in more and say "fuck me Daddy, I've missed you so much". 

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"Move your free hand to your nipple. Pinch it and let that sharp pain travel down your body, making you wetter."

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Now I want you to rub yourself faster, no more teasing, and I want you to whisper my name to yourself, and as you bathe your fingers in your own beautiful mess, I want you to know that this is all that matters now. That your job doesn't matter, and your friends don't matter, and your worries don't matter. I want you to speed up and fuck yourself, and I want you to know that all you are, and all you need to be is Daddy's girl. And you're doing a good job. You're doing such a good job for me. 

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I want you to imagine I am there. My large head between your legs. Worshipping you. Balancing you on my tongue.

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Let Me Taste You

Because when I get home, I am going to devour you. I am going to tie your hands to the bed above your head, and I'm going to kneel in front of you and push your legs apart. You're going to feel vulnerable and exposed and embarrassed, but when I lightly brush my fingers down the lips of your cunt you're going to be drenched. 

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I'm going to kiss up your thighs, and I am going to rest my teeth against the flesh, holding you in my jaws. Then I am going to close those jaws into you, listening always for your safe word as you cry out in pain while I leave my favourite type of bruises. Bruises you'll carry for days. 

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Then I am going to press my tongue against you and breathe in your glorious taste. You're not going to be self-conscious anymore, and I'm going to gently lap at you, swirling your clit around my tongue. You're going to moan and buck against my face, and then, with the fingers of one hand gripping your thigh, I am going to push the finger of the other inside of you.

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I'll kiss you there with more vigor, my appetite for you growing exponentially. I'll have two fingers inside you, stretching you. I want you to imagine it now, looking down and resting your hands on my head while you start to grind your cunt against my beard, with my fingers climbing deeper and fucking you more ferociously. I want you to listen to my voice and know you're close, so close to being tipped over and ready to erupt against Daddy's face.

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And I want you to know that I'm close too. That my fingers are gripping my cock too hard for comfort, but such is my fury that you're not here that I can't help but try and dim its madness by choking it like this.

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You Come When Daddy Says

I want you to come, but you can't come until I say. You can't come until it's for me. To please me. Fuck. You know that you belong to me. You know that I'm in your head and that you're my fuck toy and my angel and my muse and my whore. You know that the whole world is just us and your body is mine and exists just to please me, so you'll come when I come. You'll come when I say it's ok because at that exact moment, my cock will twitch and scream out so much cum it'll drizzle all over my hand and soak my thigh, and you should be here to clean it up.  

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"I want you to come, but you can't come until I say. You can't come until it's for me. To please me."

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Come. Fuck, come now, come with me, imagine coming all over my face when I devour you, soaking my beard, imagine coming on my dick when I fuck you from behind, imagine swallowing my cum when you're on your knees and I fuck your face against the wall, and imagine me selfishly fucking your tied and helpless body.

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Come Here, Baby

Incredible. You're incredible. I can't believe how lucky I am. I can't believe how much I miss you. 

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When I get home, I'm going to hold you. I'm going to pull you in so close that you'll feel like you're in my pocket. I'm going to kiss the top of your head and tell you that I needed you so much. That was so beautiful. 

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And I'm going to tell you that we're not done yet. We are nowhere near done yet. That I'm not going to let you out of my sight. One day there's real life, and one day there are other people, but not today. Not when I get there and shrink the whole world to just us.  

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When I get home.