Emma’s diary, Part 2: oral training [M/f, light DDlg, training, oral, deep throat, edging/denial, diary]

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All Characters are of age and not related in any way.

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This is part two of a series. You can find the other parts here. The individual parts can be read standalone.

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Thursday, June 19

Today I was quite nervous and distracted. I did not pay much attention to my classes. Tonight, Daddy and I would have an oral training session. That I have a bit of an oral fixation is not a secret. But it’s more than just that. Daddy has promised that we will finally start deep throat training. And that’s what I am so excited about. I’m curious about how it will go. Honestly, despite my oral fixation and my excitement to try it, I’ve never actually… Well, I’ve never actually had someone’s cock down my throat. I’ve never even tried with a dildo like some of my friends have. I had asked Daddy if I should try with a dildo first, but he seemed almost upset and actually forbade it. He said something about him wanting to be there for me on this journey. I have trust he will take good care of me but was still a bit nervous, mostly about disappointing him…

Daddy must have felt it, because when I met him for dinner, he focused on taking my mind off things and putting me at ease. Daddy was so successful at it that I had all but forgotten about it until he interrupted us making out in the shower later that night. He shut off the rain shower, leaving us in nothing but a cozily warm mist, gently pushed me on my knees, and told me to start with what I usually do. While I did so, Daddy explained in detail how I could practice overcoming my gag reflex to successfully deep-throat him.

At first, I was to place Daddy’s cock into my mouth and gently edge it towards the back of my throat. Eventually, this triggered my gag reflex, and I had to hold it there, with no movement at all, for like ten seconds or so. The key, Daddy told me, is to focus on breathing through the nose and relaxing my throat. Daddy was completely hands-off, explaining how important it was for me to be able to control the situation at this early stage, and focused on coaching me with encouraging words instead. Especially on the third try, where I had to gag pretty hard, his words were really helping me. I wanted to go again, but he stopped me and convinced me that this was a marathon, not a sprint, as he put it. So I finished him up the traditional way. I’m feeling really good about this first try, Daddy praised me a lot and said I did really well.

Daddy told me we would do two or three tries like the one I described every day. He said I would see great progress over the coming weeks, and I hope he is right… But for now, I just want to close my eyes and enjoy… Because while I have been lying in bed writing this diary, Daddy has been under the blanket doing things, and he’s just reached where I can’t keep writing…

Monday, July 21

Daddy and I have been very busy with the deep throat training, and Daddy has been very impressed with the progress I have made. Today, we moved to the next phase, which was to add a slow moving in-and-out motion. Daddy warned me that this will feel intensely stimulating to the gag reflex and that I might feel like vomiting. And boy was he right about that one, it was like a whole new challenge. Thankfully, the focus on breathing and relaxing my throat, which Daddy had put a lot of emphasis on during the first phase, carried over really well. My first try with motion has been rough, but knowing how well I progressed on phase one, I’m optimistic and ambitious with phase two…

Friday, September 19

The progress has been very satisfying. I’ve reached the point where I can move Daddy’s cock in and out without being too tense. My confidence has increased a lot. I’m very eager to try a throatpie next. It’s one of my ultimate fantasies and has been for a long time. So far, Daddy has been hesitant and has always pulled out to cum in my mouth and occasionally on my face. I think I love a good facial a bit more than Daddy does. Anyway, Daddy has been cautioning me about the throatpie, telling me about the things that can go wrong, and wanting to make sure I have the fundamentals down first. I had spoken to my bestie about it too. She has a bit more experience than me, and she all but echoed Daddy. This might sound crazy, but even though she had some less than ideal experiences, I knew deep down that it would work for me.

This morning, when I pestered Daddy about it for the gazillionth time, he finally agreed that I am ready and that we can try it. Which brings me to tonight, when, after showering together, I finally had his cock in my throat. I had been horny with anticipation all day and was in no mood for a slow buildup. I wanted to milk Daddy’s cock and nothing was going to stop me now. I pulled out every trick in the book and sucked as hard as I could until I finally felt him coming. I pushed in as deep as I could and had a brief moment of anxious anticipation. Then it really hit me how my throat was completely filled out. I felt Daddy’s cock twitch and had some light throat spasms of my own, and then there was a warm, wet flow down my throat that triggered both some gulping pressure and a very erotic tingling sensation that sent a warm shudder through my entire body.

Immediately after, we cuddled for a long time. Daddy was caressing me and wanted to know in great detail how my experience was, and he also described how good it felt for him and how proud he was. I was over the moon. We then freshened up, and I got on my laptop to write my diary. Daddy is cuddled up next to me and is playing with my hair. Usually I blow him while he reads the diary after I finish writing it, but given today’s events, Daddy has announced that he’ll be between my legs and I’m to read it out loud for him. And honestly, I’m still so horny I’m just going to start reading now…

Sunday, September 21

I’m still super happy about my successful throatpie. I’m not shy to brag about it to Daddy either, and I think he’s worried I’m getting a bit too cocky. Pun intended. Because today, he officially declared the next phase in my training. He explained to me that this phase is all about giving up control. So far, Daddy has been completely hands-off and has focused on coaching and encouraging me. I had been the one moving his cock, controlling how deep it would go, how fast, and so on.

And now Daddy told me to kneel before him and to put my hands on his thighs. And that I should pat on his thighs should I need a break. And then he firmly grabbed my head and shoved his cock down my throat.

At first, I panicked a little. It was an entirely new feeling and a very unfamiliar change of pace. I had to take a moment and focus on the breathing and on relaxing my throat, the way I had practiced it so many times. And suddenly I got in the space, I let go of my tension, made eye contact, and simply existed for Daddy. Nothing more, nothing less. It tickled my submissive side in a way that was both very satisfying and very hard to describe. I was very aroused, to the point where I briefly contemplated if it is possible to come from only being fucked in the throat. Daddy must have been very horny too, because he came fairly quickly and emptied himself into me, without me ever having to pat on his thighs for a break.

Tuesday, September 22

Daddy is working from his home office today, and I don’t have any courses until the afternoon. He had an early meeting and got up way before me. He left me a note explaining he would be fairly busy all morning but that he had a short window of time and that I should come see him in his office then. He also left two instructions. What to bring, the handcuffs. And what to wear, nothing.

I spent half the morning fantasizing. And when the time came, I stood before his office door, completely naked, cuffs in hand, dripping wet, knocking. Daddy told me to come in, I greeted him with all the good girl energy I could muster, and we kissed deeply. He bent me over his desk and cuffed my hands behind my back. And then he put me on my knees and shoved his cock down my throat.

Would Daddy start in my mouth and then put me over his desk again to finish in my pussy? I kind of hoped he wouldn’t. I couldn’t say anything because I had a cock down my throat, but with my eyes I said, I dare you to just cum down my throat. Daddy must have had similar thoughts, because he continued to fuck my throat quite roughly, the way he knows I like it, until he finally emptied himself down my throat. The tingling sensation it triggered in me was truly electrifying. And then he simply uncuffed me, and with a „good girl“ and a kiss, he sent me to do my studies. I’m such a denial slut, I almost melted then and there.

Friday, September 26

Today is the day of my oral graduation! Or at least that is what Daddy called it when we made our plans. He didn’t say anything else. Naturally, my imagination has been running wild. It certainly did not help that I was on day four of an orgasm denial run and horny as fuck.

I met Daddy at the restaurant. The food was great. We had a nice time, exchanging banter and teasing, but the anticipation was freaking killing me. I just wanted to rush him home and be taken. Hell, I even fantasized about Daddy taking me to the restaurant toilet and fucking me there, that’s how desperate I was. Daddy, though, did nothing of the sort and even insisted we stay for dessert, because apparently, and I quote, „their crème brûlée is exquisite.“ And it was, but I knew Daddy was just toying with me, because Daddy is not a dessert kind of guy, I am the only dessert he regularly wants.

When we finally made it home and into the bedroom, I was more than ready to go, but I knew all too well that Daddy would not make it quick and easy for me. We playfully undressed each other, and he made me kneel next to the bed. He gently brushed my hair away from my face and put a blindfold on me. I could feel his hand brush against my face and two fingers forcing their way into my mouth. He spread them to force my mouth open and inserted something a bit colder. A dildo, maybe? Daddy was fixing something behind my head. A penis gag, I realized. He must have bought it for this occasion. And what a perfectly measured one! Not too big so it isn’t uncomfortable. But big enough to trigger a distinct, „hey, I’m seriously penis-gagged right now,“ feeling.

Daddy led me to the bed and had me lie down in a starfish position, with all limbs nicely spread and stretched, but with my head towards the foot of the bed. And then he tied me up. Daddy also placed something in my right hand. He explained to me that it was the handle of a little sheet metal bucket. Since I would be unable to talk or move, I could just let go of it, and he would immediately stop. He forced open my fingers, and let the bucket slip out. It clattered onto the floor with a loud, unmistakable noise. Daddy once again asked if I was good to go. I nodded.

Daddy got up, and then a long moment of silence. Suddenly, I felt a kiss on my left thigh, right above the knee, then another one, slightly higher. I shuddered, and a pleasant warmth ran through my body. Daddy’s hand gently brushed over my pussy as he worked his way up my thigh with kisses. „Who does this belong to?“ he asked between kisses as he worked his way down the other leg. „Oh,“ he added innocently, „right. You can’t answer.“

Another pause.

„It belongs to me,“ Daddy said and started to gently suck on my clit. I moaned in agreement.

Daddy edged me mercilessly. Whenever I was about to come, Daddy’s lips and tongue disappeared for a while. Only to reappear on my belly and work their way up to my tits. We did four rounds, maybe five, I can’t remember. All I can remember is that I held onto that bucket for dear life, because I did not want it to stop.

But of course it did. At some point, Daddy stopped sucking on my tits, and I could feel him tape a small vibrator to my clit. I let out a disappointed sigh. It wasn’t on. He must have also given my shackles some slack while down there, because he came back around to my head and dug his arms under me, carefully supporting my head with his forearms, and pulled me so that my head was now tilted backwards over the edge of the bed. Daddy made sure that my head was supported by little stool with a cushion on it.

I could feel Daddy sit down next to my head.

„This,“ Daddy ran a finger along my throat and then kissed it, „is also mine,“ he whispered. He started to fiddle around at the back of my head, removing the penis gag. Daddy checked in with me to make sure I was ready to go, and as soon as I confirmed, his cock filled my mouth. I was in the zone. Completely tied down and at his mercy, with nowhere else to go and nothing else to do, I fully embraced my vulnerability and relaxed my throat for Daddy. I shuddered when Daddy gently pushed his cock in deeply and at the same time activated the vibrator on low intensity. He held his cock at maximum penetration for a moment. It felt like he was in deeper than ever before, filling me fully. And then he started to slowly thrust in and out.

The tingling sensation I felt was unbelievable, not just from the physical sensation, but even more so from the fact that I was his to use in such a complete way. Of course the vibrator on my clit and Daddy kneading my tits did their part too. Daddy was moaning very loudly, which turned me on even more. I was starting to get seriously desperate. I was about to come myself but also worried about chocking if I orgasmed while getting heavily deep-throated, which in a weird way turned on the masochist in me even more. I held out until finally Daddy pushed in as deep as he could one last time. I felt him unload into me, the spasms were more intense than ever before. The vibrator was also more intense than before, Daddy must have turned it up as he came. I enjoyed the last twitchings of Daddy’s cock in my throat, and by the time he had removed it and cuddled up next to me I was screaming out an intense orgasm of my own…