All characters are consenting adults
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If you missed parts 1 and 2, it is helpful to know that I call my fictional husband "Daddy" or "Sir," and He calls me things like "babygirl" or "little one" to help reinforce the hierarchy of our Dominant/submissive relationship. My sadistic husband likes to humiliate me by requiring I submit to embarrassing things as described in this story. We are both kinky, consenting adults in a loving DDlg relationship. In this series, I have agreed to be instantly 100% compliant to all of His requests/demands, because He allowed me unearned orgasms, so I am basically spending an entire day earning them. This is part 3 in that story.
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After the farmer's market and ice cream, Daddy brings me home. He allows me to listen to all my favorite songs on the drive home, and He smiles when I play the Gummy Bear song on repeat, singing it from my seat. It is so fun, I almost forget how mad I am at Him for making me ride in that stupid car seat like a baby.
When we pull into the garage, I wait for Him to unbuckle me, but He just looks at me with a smirk on His face, a bulge growing in His pants.
"Daddy, let me out!," I demand.
"Have you forgotten to whom you are speaking, little one?," He says with a tone of warning in His voice.
I just stare at Him defiantly, trying not to say things that will get me punished.
"Have you forgotten the deal you made with me just a few hours ago, princess?"
"I am sorry, Daddy," I reply while trying to put on a less pouty face.
"That's better," He says while unzipping His fly. "You are going to stay in that carseat like the adorable "baby" you are until I release you to come inside and continue doing anything I want for my amusement today. Understood?"
"Yes, Daddy," I say, using absolutely all of my strength not to throw a total fit right now. He knows how much I haaaate this seat!
Daddy pulls His penis from His pants and begins stroking it in front of me. "Baby want her paci?," He teases.
"Oh yes! Please, Daddy!," I beg.
But He just stands there, His cock barely out of my mouth's reach, stroking it so close to my face, I feel like I can almost taste it. I know better than to try to use my hands without permission, so I just sit there and take the torture, wishing with all my might He will put His cock into my mouth.
I begin kicking my feet and trying to reach, but I can't, and He just smirks at me as I struggle and as He continues to stroke Himself.
"Remove your top for Daddy," He commands.
I do as I am told, my tiny boobs exposed, the cold air of the garage making my nipples harden.
"Put your hands on top of your head, and do not move them from there until I tell you," He says.
I do as I am told, and then He begins to rub His dick on my boobs, still never close enough for me to put my mouth on Him. This stupid seat making it impossible to squirm. I am so frustrated, but I remember my promise to Him this morning, and I want to be able to negotiate cummies again in the future, so I try my hardest to cooperate with His fun.
It is all too much, though, and my eyes begin to tear up.
"Oh baby. Are you crying? You know how Daddy's cock responds to your tears," He warns.