Daddy mode (part 2)

I take my hand from her breasts, and start caressing her cheek, 'incidentally' forcing her to keep looking at me. I start moving my fingers in her pussy slowly, and I can see the desire rising in her eyes.  With the middle finger playing in her pussy and the index finger rubbing her clitoris, I run my thumb around her asshole gently.

Tina sucks in air for a second, and I see surprise in her eyes, but then she relaxes.  I keep caressing her holes for a minute, but I don't insert it in her ass.  After all, I didn't clean it in the morning when she shat, and I'd rather not have a shit-covered thumb.  Tina's breathing cuts short and her body arches a bit, but I ignore it and continue playing with her pussy, speeding up the rhythm a bit. After she relaxes again and raises a moan, i start speeding up again.  Her breathing has sped up as well and her moaning rise continuously in strength and frequency, until I move my index to rub the now engorged clit directly, while saying,

"Cum babygirl, cum for daddy".

As soon as I say so Tina's eyes open wide, her whole body arches as in spasms, and along with the loudest moan so far, the floodgates of her pussy open, as she squirts like crazy completely drenching my hand.  I keep going for two minutes afterward, prolonging her orgasm as far as I can, before stopping and allowing her to catch her breath.

Having her cum while looking at me is sooo hot! I really wish to bend her over and end with my dick what my thumb started.

Patience Carl, Patience, it will happen soon enough.

I remain still, the only part of me moving the hand caressing her cheek while I say over and over,

"See dear?  Daddy makes you feel good.  Relax and leave everything to daddy.  You don't have to think. Daddy knows what's best for you and will tell you what to do.  After all, daddy loves you.  Daddy takes care of you".

I keep repeating myself over and over until she slowly closes her eyes and succumbs to her fatigue.  Finally!  I mean, yeah, I need to break her slowly, but repeating the same bullshit over and over is taking a toll on me.

I stand up slowly, taking care of rising her head gently from my thigh and putting a pillow under it.  Instead of rechaining her wrists together, I attach a short chain to the bedhead and lock the other side to one wrist-cuff.  This will be enough for her to turn around, but not enough to get up from the bed or try to strangle herself.

At this phase of the game, suicide is a serious risk.  She is just realizing that her torture is not something that happened once, but most probably a daily event.  I can not afford to be careless. 

There Is a definite possibility that she might lose the will to live.  That's the other use of her orgasms, to ground her body in positive effects to strengthen her diminished love of life.

While those thought cross through my mind, I kiss her forehead gently, then move upstairs.  I put my tablet on the kitchen counter so I can check on her while I prepare something to eat.  I am famished, torturing is a great way to lose weight for the torturer.  I sit to the table to eat, I really would love to take a nap but I cannot afford it for now, not when her wrists are unlocked.

I guess I will have to hold out until after dinner, where I will drug her again.  Besides, if I go to sleep now, there is the chance that I might sleep straight trough the night, and that might affect my plans.

I plan in my head my next moves.

'Daddy' will molest her again in the shower.  Since her wrists are unlocked, I will make her face the wall and bend over while I make her feel good and probably stick a finger or two in her ass along the way. 

I mean, I do have to clean her, right?

I think I'll have to play it by ear depending on her reactions, but if I think that she will accept it I might give her pussy a tongue lashing to show her how much daddy cares...