Daddy from insisting that I blow him the car on the way home to my
place. Here he washed my body, cleaning the wounds and finally, making
me cry with gratitude, he removed the plug in my ass. Then he rubbed my
body in a disinfectant gel and told me to put on the suit he held out to
me. It was a full body rubber suit made from shiny white rubber and it
fit me so well that he must have had it made especially for me. My head,
hands and feet were free and there were holes for my imprisoned genitals
and for access to my ass. There was no zipper, so entry was via the hole
in the neck. For me to slip inside Daddy had to pull the neck opening
wide and once I was inside, I'd need his help to get out unless I wanted
to cut it off me. Since the very thought of destroying something Daddy
had given me made me weak with fear, this was clearly out of the
question. When Daddy had finished slipping me into the suit, it was
morning and although I needed to rest very badly and tried signaling
this to Daddy by my posture, he would have none of it. Soon I was
dressed for work, already dead tired and already sweating like a pig
under my suit. The only good thing about the rubber suit was that at
least my sweat didn't bleed through my ordinary clothes.
That day was the longest I had ever tried, or at least it felt like
that. Unable to focus because of the exhaustion and the pain, I fumbled
along all morning, until it became lunchtime and time to get fucked by
Daddy. He especially brutal that day, showering me with abuse as he
pounded my ass so hard my teeth shook. Then I had to go back to work,
again fumbling along almost in the dark. When it was time to go home to
Daddy I was ready cry from exhaustion and pain and all I wanted to do
was to lie down and sleep.
That night Daddy instructed me in how to provide proper handjobs, a
lesson I only stayed conscious for because of the acute fear of what
would happen if I failed Daddy again. Finally he fucked me while in bed,
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