Entry TwoDear Slut Diaries,I was straining against the ropes binding my legs, not trying to get loose, just appreciating the feeling against my skin. Daddy knew I craved true restriction, and he had definitely done that this time. I couldn’t move my legs at all, my calves and thighs tied together with my knees bent. I was stuck like this until Daddy released me… speaking of releases, I wondered when I would be allowed to have one again. Today I went into the belt.Almost on cue, Daddy entered with a package and I felt my clit throb at the thought of being blocked away from giving into my slutty desires. I moaned into my dildo şişli escort gag, almost no noise escaping from around the shaft, and he chuckled at my attempt to get attention. He slowly pulled it out of its package and I felt drool begin to slide down the side of my face from both the gag and from sheer desperation. He hadn’t even touched my clit yet and it looked like he didn’t plan on it before my lock. I shivered in anticipation.I could finally see the belt and it was sleek black leather with silver metal detailing. Seeing it made this all the more real and I craved to have it tight against my most intimate mecidiyeköy escort parts of my body. I wanted to be driven into the most primal, horny, pathetic state, I wanted to be locked in it and completely, totally at Daddy’s disposal. His wet, needy submissive slut who had no rights to her own pussy.He smiled, seeing the effects this was having over me written all over my face. He slowly leaned down, until his face was about a foot in front of my pussy, and for a second I thought he was going to eat me out… I should have known better because he had told me it wouldn’t be that easy, but a slut like me is way too needy in the kind of a state I was sinking into to think clearly. Instead of touching my clit, he simply blew air on it… and God, it was enough to make me so wet I could feel it sliding down my thigh.Daddy smiled and reminded me, “There’s no point in getting so excited, you’re just going to make this harder on yourself. This isn’t about your pleasure. It’s about me taking it away from you. Touching your clit or being allowed to fill your worthless whore holes is a privilege. I’m doing you a favor by teaching you that, my stupid, beautiful pet.”I again moaned through the gag. It might not be about my pleasure, but this was the horniest I had been in so long. What was happening to me? Why did I love him saying these things to me? Why did I already want more and it hadn’t even started yet?