My Daddy has control over my orgasm.  Only with his permission and since he doesn’t live nearby, if we’re not together - it must be on video for him.

But he also enjoys watching me edge for him.  In all honesty, I enjoy getting close for him.  Seeing where my limits are is something I enjoy doing for him.

It had been over a month since he let me cum.  I was recording an edging video for him.  I will get close, then almost immediately, start stroking again.  I want to get close, quickly so he can see me do it 2, 3 or 4 times in a short video.  It’s agony at times, but I do it for him.  I enjoy doing it because he enjoys it.

This day was especially excruciating.  I remember saying I wanted to cum for him as I was recording.  It’s true.  I love cumming for my Daddy.  But showing him what his property will do for him is more important.

That’s why I was ashamed to have to show him what happened.  After I stopped the video, I felt something leak out of my cock.  I leak a lot of precum, but I knew this was more than precum.  I didn’t orgasm, I didn’t “shoot.”  And it was mostly precum, though thicker - more milky.  It definitely had cum in it.  After a month, it’s not surprising.  But I took things too far without permission.

I took a short video of it and sent it to him.  Acknowledging my error and accepting responsibility.  I know I’ll be punished.  It’s the consequence of not putting my Daddy’s instructions before my physical urges.

I don’t want him to go easy.  The next time I see him is over 2 months away.  I don’t want him to say it was in the past.  I will accept a red ass, feeling the sting the next day.  I want to show him how much I trust him.  I am human and might make mistakes.  But I will not try to hide them from him.  He sees so much about me and is still there for me.  I take his daily words of encouragement so it’s only right that I take his discipline when appropriate.

I also told him I would write a story for him.  This isn’t it.  This is a confessional of a sort.  In part, a way to set down my acceptance of the coming punishment.  Not with fear or hesitation.  But welcoming it with love.  The same way he always treats me.

For Daddy

​I sent my Daddy a short video while I was doing laundry. Nothing fancy—just me showing him how hard he makes me when I think about him.

​He replied that he likes watching his property put on a show for him.

​So that night, I wanted to send him something special. It wasn't a video this time; it was descriptive messages telling him one of my fantasies.

​I told him that I should be asleep, but that I was playing with his property instead. Rubbing and tugging on my (His) balls. They feel good in my hands and are full. He hasn't allowed me to cum now for 34 days. (I was disrespectful and came without permission, and I think this longer duration is part of my punishment. I accept it.)

​I told him I imagined both of us lying in bed, kissing. That always makes me hard, and I leak a lot of precum. Then he backs up a bit and says, “Stroke that dick for me, baby boy.”

​As I started, I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation. But I felt his hand gently turn my head toward him as he said, “Look into my eyes. I want to see the pleasure on your face. But you're not allowed to cum.”

​I stroke for him, looking into his eyes, feeling unsure what he's thinking, but wanting so badly to be his good boy. I tell him when I'm getting close, and he says, “A little closer.” It's agony—feeling so close, but knowing I'm not allowed to cum. I tell him I'm really close and he says, “Then stop, baby boy.”

​I'm squeezing down hard on the base of my dick, preventing the release I crave. But I'm his good boy—I didn't cum. I'm smiling as I lie there, panting, looking at him. He kisses my forehead and says, "There's the face I wanted to see. I'm proud of you, baby boy—now, do it again.”

​I couldn't believe what he said, but my hand, still on my dick, was already starting to move at his instruction. Moaning, I stroked for my Daddy. Partly fearful that I won't be able to hold back, but seeing him watching my dick as I look at his face makes me proud to do this for him. He deserves my obedience, and I give it to him.

​I didn't say anything until I had to this time. When I was very close, I said, “Daddy, I'm really close”—praying he'll let me cum. But he grabs my hand and stops me, saying, “Don't cum!” My dick is pulsing, and I need to push down hard to prevent the orgasm. But I do. I'm exhausted, breathing harder, my eyes closed.

​He takes his hand and holds my face as he says in a tender voice, "Look at me—you were closer, but you're my good boy for not cumming. I love that you follow my direction so eagerly.” Then, switching to his stern tone, he says, “Do it again!”

​I looked at him and hesitated this time. He grabbed my hand, guided it to my dick, and said, “Again!” Not mean, but I know I must obey.

​It was difficult the third time. Looking into his eyes, I know I had an expression of agony—and maybe a little fear that I couldn't hold back again. He's watching my face the whole time and says, "I know you're my good boy. You'll do as Daddy says.” It's his soft voice—the one he knows makes my heart melt.

​My precum was oozing, making my dick slick, and I made sloppy noises as I struggled. It felt so good that I began to lose myself. I became aware of how close I was when I whimpered. He noticed too and said, “You're the best baby boy—but don't cum.” So I didn't cum. I'm looking into his eyes and I see he's proud of me. And I'm proud to be his good boy.

​I sent this to him in text messages as I was edging three times. I got close, but did not cum. For him. Because he's my Daddy and I want him to be proud of me.

​His reply was: “Holy fuck. I'm rock hard after reading this.”