Seductive MouthHello all!

A couple of weeks ago, I posted a naughty little story about one of Wicked Daddy‘s glass training rods. My dear friend WD had been feeling under the weather and I was convinced that a bit of smut was the best medicine! He’s on the mend now, so it must’ve worked, right?? 😉

But, as it turns out, one story wasn’t nearly enough to cover such a delightful, versatile set of toys. Soooo….in other words, I couldn’t stop thinking about them and just had to get this titillating tale down so I could share it with all of you!

I do hope you enjoy this one. And while it’s not intrinsically linked to the first story (nor are they the same characters), due to the shift in point of view (sub v. Dom), I think you may find it fun to read both together. 😉

Enjoy and happy reading! 🙂


When he’d placed the five rods on the bed earlier in the day, fanning them out across a towel in all their glory, his goal was to create a visual display to reinforce her submission. The narrowest of the implements, the #1, was about an inch across—not overly intimidating for his adventurous baby girl—but the largest of the set was nearly two inches wide and was guaranteed to elicit a visceral reaction from her.

He had no intention of using #5 on her—not quite yet—but its very presence during her training would keep her mindful of the limits to which he could and would stretch her. This presentation was the final mental gambit designed to bring her to her knees and to willingly offer up the dark treasure of her gorgeous ass for his use.

While he could’ve commanded her to submit to training whenever and however he wished, the delayed gratification was proving to be a strong aphrodisiac. The thought of her begging him to stretch her ass—to fill her with his cock—was a stimulus that never failed to get him hard, day after wonderfully agonizing day. And by continually denying her requests to begin her anal training in earnest, he was stoking a need in her that would pay dividends once he started her on the path.

He’d been planting ideas in her fertile mind for the past month, sinking his finger into her tight bottom as he’d fucked her mind into a place beyond temptation. Her deep seated need to be fully claimed gradually became apparent in the plaintive mewls and grunts that escaped her lips as he slowly, methodically teased and stretched her tight passage. All the while, he listened to and absorbed the chorus of her desire with rapt attention, becoming the maestro of her darkest fantasies.

Months ago, she’d come to him with mixed emotions about anal penetration, equal amounts of fear and curiosity wrestling with each other in her sharp mind. She’d been hurt before and wasn’t eager for a repeat of the painful, unprepared experience. Once bitten, twice shy, it was therefore tasked to him to divest her of her prior experiences in order to imprint himself on her body in the most fulfilling and all-consuming way possible. The undertaking was one of the most challenging and delicate he’d ever assumed.

And she was worth it.

Her time had come.

“Join me, little one. Up on the bed and present.” He called her in from the living room where he’d left her, nude and squirming, to contemplate the fate that awaited her. Ravenous anticipation hung in the air, thick and syrupy, as a barely audible squeak slipped from her trembling lips. His cock twitched, noting the momentary pause as she approached the bed, saw the tools he’d set out for her, and got into position.

Her bold bravery blended with the tiniest traces of trepidation at what was to come and he savored every delicious moment of her predicament. As a dominant, these were the moments he lived for, the ones he most cherished, the ones he stored away and recalled during moments of solitude.

As she took up position on the bed—knees spread wide apart, bottom low, and with her hands spreading her cheeks apart for his inspection—he noted goose bumps erupting across her forearms and pert ass. Despite keeping the room warm for her comfort, the central heating was no match for her nerves and it seemed as though her overactive imagination was beginning to kick into high gear. It was his cue to intervene.

“Shh. Calm now, my little one,” he purred, trailing a hand across her exposed hip and squeezing her cheek possessively. “You’re quite nervous about your training, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled into the sheets, respectful as always.

“But yet you also want this, need this, crave this, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she admitted, finally releasing the breath she’d been holding since she’d taken up position on the bed.

“Then you shall have it, little one.” He took the opportunity to grab the corner of the towel and slide the rods toward the edge of the bed, just out of her line of sight. Screwing the lid off the jar of coconut oil he’d left on the nightstand, he continued to delve into the hazy headspace he’d been cultivating.

“Does my little one think she can take the biggest rod in her tight little ass by the time I’m done with her tonight?” Although he knew his question to be rhetorical, he wanted to jolt her into the proper frame of mind, to get her beyond her fears, to reassure her that she was his most precious possession and that he would never harm her. But first, he needed her complete submission.

She didn’t keep him waiting.

“If Daddy thinks I can take it, I will take it.”

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, stroking her lower back with one hand while he grabbed the #2 rod and twisted it into the oil jar. “Well, Daddy’s going to start with the smallest and then see how far we can go tonight, little one.”

It was a white lie, but one that suited his goals nicely by bolstering her resolve and eventually instilling her with a sense of pride once he revealed to her what he’d done. If he ever did.

A devilish smirk curled its way across his lips as he used the very tip of the smooth rod to swirl and melt the oil around her tight ring. “You know, funny enough, I’ve always framed this as Daddy training his baby girl’s ass,” he explained as he dipped an inch of the rod inside her and held still, “but the truth of the matter is that, at least for now, you’re going to be training your own ass to please your Daddy.”

Her body tensed with uncertainty, her taut bud clenching around the thick toy he’d teased inside her. He didn’t leave her waiting long for an explanation.

“I’m going to hold the rod in place and you’re going to fuck it for me. You’re going to fuck it as long, as hard, and as deep as you can take it. And you’re going to make your Daddy proud, aren’t you, little one?”

Even as she nodded, breathing a rasped yes, Sir and not bothering to disguise her trademark enthusiasm, she began to slide her hips backward. As her snug asshole swallowed the first few inches of the rod, a low moan escaped her lips and a single dewdrop of her arousal trailed its way down her inner thigh.

Though they were just beginning the journey together, he’d already come to the realization that his little one would learn to savor the unique pleasures of truly sublime anal play. And, if her first confident strokes were any indication of her devotion to him and his tutelage, she would never disappoint him.

Looking down at the other rods splayed out alongside his little one, he cautiously eyed #5 and wondered…wondered if he might be able to test the strength of her conviction.

The night was young. She was perfection itself. And she was all his.


Glass Rods, 1

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Sparing the Rod…or Not: A Wicked Daddy-Inspired Story

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