~~~*~~~House of Payne~~~*~~~

“Forgive me Mistress, but i have sinned.”
“And what sins has My pet committed?”
“Mistress’s pet has touched itself without permission.”
“And what else?”
“Mistress’s pet has brought itself to orgasm several times.”
“Is that all?”
“No Mistress. Your pet has also done all of this while buggering itself.”
“I see. Pet has been very naughty then hasn’t it?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Pet will have to be punished for it’s sins. Now bend over, and flip up your skirt, and pull down your knickers.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“At least pet has shaven recently.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Quiet! I did not say you may speak. Or must I plug that useless hole? ... Well!?”
“If it should please Mistress.”
“Now, for the sin of touching that little boy clit, thirty. Count them out pet.”
Whack!
“One.”
Whack!
“Two.”
Whack!
“Three.”
Whack!
“Four.”
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
“Five, six, seven, eight.” I delivered blow after blow and he kept count precisely. I was please with him, but still cross that he had broken so many rules. So the punishment must continue.
WHACK!
“Thirty. Thank you Mistress, pet deserves to be punished.”
“Yes, pet does. And for the orgasms, how many times?”
“Two.”
“Are you lying to Me?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“How many times!?”
“Seven Mistress.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Get on your knees, and cum, seven times into the cup.”
“Yes Mistress.” I watched as he jerked his cock, and came repeatedly into the cup, after the first two I could tell they got more and more painful, and the amount became less and less. But as a good pet should, he followed My command.
“Good pet.” I cooed to him as I put his shrinking cock into it’s chastity cage. He whimpered as I touched him.
“Please Mistress, please do not cage me.” He pleaded.
“But I must, pet has proven that it can not stop itself from touching it’s dirty bits and being naughty.”
“Yes Mistress.” I slapped him hard across the face.
“Has pet forgotten?”
“No Mistress, thank you Mistress for caging pet’s pathetic fuck toy.” he said.
“Good. Now, it seems there are two sins left. One, the fact that pet buggered itself. And two the fact that pet tried to lie to it’s Mistress. Does pet like to bugger itself?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Good, show Mistress.” I said as I pointed to a large dildo on a metal pole.
“Yes Mistress.” He crawled to it, and backed his arse onto it.
“All the way pet.”
“Yes Mistress.” He pushed it all the way up his bum, and I turned it on. It began to vibrate, and rotate deep inside his arse as it pumped in and out. He started to arch his back, and buck up against it, losing himself in the pleasure of being filled. I turned it up, and made it fuck him faster.
“That’s it.”
“Thank you Mistress.” He moaned.
“Does pet like that? Is pet enjoying the feeling of being fucked in it’s dirty little pussy?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Does pet want to cum?” I said as I noticed his restrained cock strain against it’s bond.
“Yes Mistress, please let pet cum.” He begged.
“No. Pet may not.” I let the machine fuck him for an hour, until the cum was oozing out of his cock without his will, and he was whimpering and moaning, and pleaded for sexual release.
“Lick up that mess.” I said as I pointed to the cum on the floor.
“Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress.” He said before he licked up his mess.
“How does pets arse feel?”
“Empty, Mistress.”
“Awe, can’t have that.” I said as I pushed in a larger than the dildo was anal plug. “How about now?”
“Complete, Mistress.” He said through his teeth.
“Good. Now, drink the cup.”
“Yes Mistress.” He said before he gulped down his own cum.
“Now, for lying to me, put your feet up.” I said, and he obeyed. And was rewarded with eight slaps of a cane in the arch of each foot.
“Thank you Mistress for punishing your unworthy pet.”
“What am I going to do with a pet that does not obey Me? That deliberately does things it knows will anger Me?” He looked down in shame. “To the box.”
“Yes Mistress.”
The box was just that, a box with holes cut out at either end, one for the head, the other for the bum. It was located in the ‘front’ part of the dungeon and used for naughty little pets, so that anyone else who happened to walk by might make use of the naughty pets holes. Pets were always blindfolded so they could never know who or when they would be used, just that they would be. Once he was locked into place, and blindfolded, I walked in front of him, and pushed my arse to his mouth.
“Tongue fuck My arse!” I demanded, and he complied. “That’s it, make Me cum, and taste My arse.” I let his tongue fuck my arse for several minutes until I had cum more than once, then I turned and spit on his face, and walked away.

To be continued.

Training.

“What brings you here?” A strong voice boomed from the darkness.

“A desire to serve.” I said as I sank to my knees and lowered my head.

“Just to serve?” The voice questioned me.

“No, also to be degraded-humiliated-to be owned like chattel.” I responded.

“Good, the first step is admittance.” He said as he stepped out of the shadows. “But there is still much to be done, even with one so willing, and obviously low as you. First you must be stripped of all your inhibitions, dignity, and sense of worth, as ridiculous as it is for you to have any in the first place. Let us start by the removal of your clothes.”

I stood and began to remove my clothing while he circled me-watching me. Once I was completely naked he took my wrists in one hand, while lifting my long hair with the other, he placed my hands on the back of my neck, then let my hair fall back down, then he pushed against me until I was back on my knees.

“This is where your hands will always rest unless other-wise in use, as well as this is how you will always rest, unless other-wise instructed, understood?”

“Yes.” I said.

“As well, I will always be ‘Sir’, as well as any other male, all females will be ‘Mistress’, and you, you will not have a name, but instead be called whatever your betters see fit in calling you. Understood, pig?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Now doesn’t that feel better?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good pig.” He started to walk away, and instinctively I followed on my hands and knees behind him, out of that room, into a hallway, and then into another room.

“Up.” He said, as he patted a padded table. I crawled onto of the table, and stayed on my hands and knees.

“Face down, ass in the air pig!” He said as he pushed my head to the table. I held that position, “Hold that ass open pig!” I reached around and spread my ass for him. I felt him insert a tube deep in my anal cavity, and then felt it fill with warm liquid. He filled me until my stomach extended, and I felt ready to burst at any second. Then he withdrew the tube, and a bit of the liquid spilt out.

“You will hold it all until I allow you to relieve yourself. Understand little pig?”

“Yes Sir.” Then he positioned the tip of a dildo against my exposed sex. I heard a switch flip, and felt the toy enter my sex. The pace started out slow and steady, but quickly picked up and the urge to go intensified as I neared orgasm.

“Please, Sir, may I relieve myself?”

“No, pig may not, not until pig learns it’s lesson.” He said as I felt another toy push against my anal opening, and then into it. Matching the speed and veracity of the other toy in my sex.

“Please, Sir, my ass is too full, let me empty it.” I begged.

“Not until pig learns it’s lesson.” He said again as the dildos worked me to another orgasm.

The toys fucked me through clenched muscles.

“Please! Sir, may pig relieve itself?” I shouted through a third orgasm.

“Yes, pig may.” He said as he switched off the machine, and removed the toys from my holes. “Pig may use that bucket in the corner.”

“Thank You Sir.” I said as I got off the table and quickly crawled to the bucket, emptying my bowels.

“Now empty, and rinse the bucket, then back on the table.”

“Yes Sir.” I did as I was told, and the process was repeated until the liquid came out of my ass clean as it had gone in.

“There, doesn’t it feel better to be clean, pig?” He questioned.

“Yes Sir.” By now I was covered in sweat and panting.

“Good, head to the table again, pig, and remember in this position you will always instinctively open your ass.” I repositioned myself as he had instructed, and felt him push something hard and made of rubber deep into my now clean anus.

“Every pig, needs a good piggy tail.” He said when he was finished.

“Thank You Sir.” I said.

“Now show me how grateful you are pig, that I have given you a tail.” He said as he let his hard cock fall out of his pants. “Suck it, pig.” I wrapped my lips around his cock, he did not waist any time before he began to force his cock deep into my throat, gagging me, cutting off my air supply. I tried to pull off his cock, but he held my head firm to the back of my head, and began to pump his cock even deeper into my throat.

Eventually he took his cock from my mouth, and I gasped and chocked for breath.

“Every time you suck cock this is how you will suck it, deep and hard.” He said before shoving his cock back into my throat. “That’s it pig, suck it!” He said several times as he pumped my mouth with his cock. After a while he pulled out just enough to fill my mouth with cum.

“Play with it, gargle it, play with it, show me you enjoy the taste of cum.” I did as I was told, enjoying every second of it, knowing it was his cum in my mouth, and he had permitted me to have it.

“Swallow it now.” I swallowed his cum feeling it coat my raw throat, lamenting the fact that the taste would soon fade from my cum-hungry mouth.

“Good pig.” He patted my hair, “Now for your utters.” He pinched and tugged at my nipples, before turning to the same table where he had picked up my plug that was still stretching my ass. He turned back to face me and had a matching pair of weighted clamps, which he affixed to each nipple. And then he gave both of them a tug.

“And since piggy’s mouth is no longer being used, let’s plug that right up as well.” He said as he pushed a large red ball gag in my mouth and locked it behind my head. “Don’t you feel better now?”

I tried to say, ‘Yes, Sir.’ but with the gag in my mouth, it came out garbled, so I resorted to simply nodding my head.

“Now, I want you on your hands and knees, legs open, face down, I want to see that piggy cunt of yours.” I positioned myself in the way he said, and felt his fingers explore my exposed sex.

“Just as I thought, your fuck hole is dripping wet. Such a naughty pig! Doesn’t pig know that it must ask permission to cum, just as it must ask permission to use the toilet? Tisk-tisk. Piggy will have to be punished now.” He said as he took a thick strip of leather and spanked my exposed sex several times, until it was swollen, red, and hot. When he put the strip away, through my gag and tears, I said; “Thank You Sir.”

“Now, I believe a brief overview of the rules and expectations should be gone over. As previously stated, before you do anything, you must gain permission from your betters. And I do mean anything. Secondly anyone may use you as they wish, be it as a cum-dump, or foot rest, to punishment. Thirdly, punishment, anyone can punish you however, whenever, and wherever they wish. And as always, regardless of how or who uses you for what, you must always be grateful for the use, and thank them appropriately. Your position while in service is the lowest of the low, now you can better your station, but you will always be a docile, submissive, slut-toy for everyone you meet. Understood?”

Again I nodded as I said; “Yes Sir” through my gag.

“Good, now off the table.” He said after he clamped a third weighted clamp to my sore clit, then had me lay over a padded-wooden beam which allowed all three clamps to hang, letting gravity do it’s work, there was a broad flat padded section meant for my head. Once I was positioned comfortably on the beam, he cuffed my hands to the loops on the floor, and my ankles behind me, then he fixed a bar between my knees which kept my legs spread open. I was left there, completely exposed for the night.

**

Sandra’s new life.

I woke up chained to pipes in a dimly lit room that smelled of mildew and water. I felt the cold damp air chill my body, and I knew I was naked. My arms were bound above my head, and my legs spread wide with the aid of a metal bar fixed to my ankles. My mouth was gagged, and before I could struggle or attempt a scream, I heard a dark commanding voice from the shadows.

“As I’m sure you know, you are bound securely, with no hope of escape. So now might be a good time to inform you what is going on. You now belong to me. You will work for me, you will do what and who I say from this moment on. If you understand this, simply nod your head.” I couldn’t believe the words I had just heard, and given we are all animals, and still retain the natural instinct of self survival, I screamed through my gag, and wrestled with the chains holding me. Fighting impulsively to regain my freedom.

“Tsk, tsk. Now we both know that will do you no good. All that kind of nonsense will do is aggravate me. And I promise, you do not want to aggravate me.” He said as he waved his hand and another hand appeared in front of my face holding something.

I woke up again, this time laid on the cold concrete floor. Arms tied behind my back, legs spread wide-held in place by metal bars, one affixed to my knees, the other fixed to my ankles. A collar around my neck, with a metal chain fixed to the floor. In my mouth was the gag. After a bit of a struggle I managed to get myself on my knees, so I could look around, again the room was dimly lit, so I could not see far. Shortly after exploring my surroundings as much as I could, I heard the sound of metal scrape against concrete.

“I see you are awake. Now, let me ask again, do you understand the fact that you now belong to me?” Seeing no other option, and hoping that if I played along that he might slip into some kind of security, and I might be able to escape, I shook my head ‘yes’.

“I feel it only fair to tell you that I can smell bullshit from a bitch miles away. And what you just tried to feed me was just that – bullshit. But so be it, now I will begin your training. And within time you will be my most willing slut. Hungering for only cum, knowing nothing but how to service, and pleasure men. You will become my most prized fuck toy, pain whore. You may begin, but remember Richard, no one is to enter this beauty until I have fully claimed her. I paid good money for her virgin blood, and I did not buy it for you to spoil it. So I suggest that you start with punishment. Make it as severe as you may wish – provided no permanent marks are left.” It was then and only then that I realized I had not been alone in the room, even when I thought I had been. I heard the door open and shut again, and then heard a grunting laugh from a man behind me.

“Heh, well you heard boss man, cunt!” He spat as he let his instrument of punishment, what felt like a hundred hard thin leather belts slap at my up-turned ass. It was fast, hard, and unrelenting and I screamed through my gag and fell forward. But none of my screams, tears, or pleas made him stop, if anything they simply made the abuse worse. He continued until my flesh burned. I felt his hand touch my ass, it was cool, a nice reprieve from the burning, yet the slightest touch from his fingers sent a stinging pain right through me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back till the chain was taunt. And with a swift movement unclasped the chain from the floor, twisting the collar around until the chain was on the back of my neck, and affixed it to something behind me, which kept my head held back, and my chest out. And then he took the same tool he had used on my back side to my breasts, again hitting me full force on one then the other until I could see my flesh turn a bright red. He never once, all this while said anything to me, save for his first comment. Then he disappeared into the darkness, and shortly I felt my legs being freed from their bonds, then my hands. I collapsed on the floor, letting the concrete cool my burning body. Only to have my wrists grabbed again by his rough hands, bound this time in front of me, he pulled me to my feet by my bound wrists, and chained my again, this time standing upright. He took weighted clamps from his pockets, with hundreds of tiny metal teeth, and put one on each nipple, spread my pussy lips open and attached one there, which caused my screams to once more intensify. Standing on forced tip-toe, he chained my feet apart, and standing behind me, grabbing my breasts roughly, pulling them, I could feel his erection through his pants as he grinded into my ass, he said

“That’s it bitch – scream for me. Cry for me. Struggle for me.” And then he stepped back and started to spank my thighs, calves, ass, back, and pussy with a long leather strap.

This torture went on for what seemed like an eternity, until I was on the verge of passing out from pain and exhaustion. My feet were released, then my arms, which caused me to fall to the floor. He removed the gag from my mouth, grabbed a fistful of my hair again, and said;

“Open your mouth! Open it or we will continue!” I wearily opened my mouth, and he shot stream after stream of hot cum into it, and all over my face. “Now swallow!” He shouted, and without will or want, I did as I was told.

“Good little bitch. Now open your cock hole again.” And again my mouth fell open, this time he spit in my mouth, and then shouted for me to swallow again. And again I did. “Now, a grateful little bitch always says ‘thank you’ after being used. So tell me thank you!”

“Th—tha—thank you…” I managed to say is a horse voice. And for my effort I was rewarded with a volley of slaps to the face.

“Get up whore!” He spate at me as he pulled me to my feet by my hair, and half lead, half dragged me to a medium sized cage, where he pushed and booted me in for the night. And I passed out, my body aching.

To be continued…

Before you go any further into my story, you should know that I chose this life style. I've been happy with it since I was 18 years old. And now ten years later, I know I made the right decision for my life.

When I was 18, I gave up all my personal freedoms, even my name to a man. There are twenty of us girls at any one given time, and we all share the same Master. Us girls joke around and call ourselves the borg. For we are only a number of twenty. I am six of twenty. Master has different names for us. I am His cum-drinking whore. Because He always cums in my mouth, or has those that He decides to share us with cum in my mouth.

Some times He has more than one girl, and some times He has more than one male. This story in particular, happens to be such a story.

When Master is away, He will have all his whores bound in some fashion, fully plugged. Which means a ball gag, a vibrator or dildo in our cunts, and a plug in our ass. All of the toys are made especially to His exact size, so we never forget who we belong to. And just what our holes are for. His pleasure. We are not allowed clothes, and are only to speak when spoken to, or commanded to.

This particular evening He had brought over five of His friends, which means there were six men to please. He came down to the dungeon and picked from the binds, myself, and 12 of 20.

I am a tall blonde with D cups, and a slim waste, but a rather round ass.!2 is a fiery red head with a similar body. He forced us to our knees and told us;

"If you two whores do anything to displease me you will be severely punished. Is that understood?"

To which both of us nodded vigorously.

"Good." And He removed our plugs, and motioned for us to walk to the other room. Once we were all in, He introduced us to His friends, who were already aroused,

"This is my worthless cunt, and this one is my cum drinking whore. We will be using them tonight, and they have promised to please." Master then put 12 on a table, tied her arms down, and told her to keep her legs spread and in the air. He put me bent over her with my head close to her already sopping wet pussy.

"They can both be fucked in any hole you wish, but when you cum, you are to do so either on worthless cunt's pussy, so my little cum whore can lick and suck it off, or directly into her mouth. She lives to drink cum. Now I'm going to fuck this cunts ass first, any of you are welcome to fuck the whore."

A very well built man with tan skin, and dark hair, and a very large cock took his position behind me, and just as Master was entering 12's pussy, this man entered mine. Before too long I heard the slurping sound of cock sucking, so one of the men must have begun to use 12's mouth as a fuck hole.

Master forced my head as close to 12's pussy as He could, and growled;

"Moan you whore! Moan when some one is fucking you. You as well you worthless cunt!" And He slapped 12 hard across her right tit. Instantly we both began to moan loudly in pleasure and appreciation.

"That's better. You like to be used. Lick her cunt while I fuck it you dumb whore!"

I started to lick 12's clit, and taste her juices as Master worked His cock in and out of her. Soon Master's strokes became quicker and harder, and soon he had pulled out of 12, and told me to open my mouth. I was rewarded with stream after stream after stream of His hot cum.

"Swallow every last drop you get tonight. That's it, lick your lips, now my cock. Suck it all out... Ohhhhhh, yeah.... You're a filthy fucking cum whore now aren't you. Tell me you're a cum whore."

"I'm a cum whore."

"Yes you are."

Master stepped aside, and was soon replaced by another man who took 12's ass. I was instructed to continue to lick her cunt, but it wasn't long before my head was yanked back, and the man who was just deep inside my dripping wet cunt shoved his cock in my mouth.

"That's it. Taste your own cum, then swallow mine. That's it you fucking whore. Drink that cum." And as he said that my mouth was flooded with hot cum, which I drank greedily until there was nothing left. My head was forced back down by 12's cunt, and I resumed my duties to her clit, when I felt someone start to penetrate my own ass.

"God this whore has a tight ass. I could bust a nut right now."

The man that was taking advantage of 12's ass turned to Master and asked him;

"Will she lick cum out of this ass?"

"Of course she will. She'll drink it from a glass. She loves it so much. Won't you whore?"

"Yes Sir Master. I love to drink cum."

"Then can I cum in her ass? I don't like to pull out."

"Of course you can, we'll just move her down there when your done, and the cunt can push it all out of her ass for her fellow whore."

By then the man that had been fucking 12's mouth came up to my face, and sprayed his load all over mine, and I licked it all off, and sucked him dry.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, God, you're the next mouth I fuck!! Lick that shit off your face, tell me how good it tastes!"

"It tastes so good, I can't get enough of your cum..."

"You want more? Suck my cock then you whore, I've got a little left in their just for your fucking mouth."

I did as I was told and wrapped my mouth around his still erect cock, and began to work up and down his shaft.

"That's it. Suck my dick! Suck all the cum out of it like a good whore...."

And true to his word, a little more cum did come out of his dick.

"Don't swallow, I want to see it in your mouth, show it to me."

I opened my mouth to show him his cum.

"That's it, swallow it, tell me how much you love it!"

"Oh I love your cum, it tastes so good, and it gets me so wet when you cum all over my face and in my mouth!"

By then the one in 12's ass was cumming too.

"Ohhhh fuck bitch.... Fuck here I cum...." And he began to slam into 12 violently for a few seconds and then yelled; "Hurry, get the whore down here, so she gets it all...."

And I was moved to 12's ass, where I quickly began to lick and suck all the cum out.

"Yeah, lick her ass, get it all. That's it.... Here, suck the cum and ass off my cock. You like the taste of ass, don't you. Ass and cum."

"Mmmm-mmm" I said through the cock in my mouth. I was then moved back to my original position, and the last man came and started to fuck 12's cunt while the guy who was working my ass continued his assault.

"Oh yeah, your ass is so fucking tight. Do you like to have a cock deep in your ass?"

"Yes Sir. Fuck my ass. Fuck it good and hard, oh you feel so good. I can feel your cock stretching it wide open."

"That's it whore, keep talking like that. Tell me how good my cock feels in your ass. Does my cock make your ass burn? Does it hurt? Fucking take it. Take it all. I'm gonna fuck your ass so fucking good!!"

"Yes, fuck my ass, I love to have a hard cock shoved deep in my ass, oh yes!! It burns, your cock is so big, it hurts, but I want it to hurt, fuck my ass. Fuck my ass!"

"Call me daddy, tell daddy you like it when he fucks your whore ass."

"Oh daddy, fuck my ass like a whore daddy. Fuck it so good daddy. Oh, tear it up daddy. Oh daddy, I'm gonna cum daddy...."

"Put your fingers in your cunt, work your cum out... That's a good little girl. Do that while daddy fucks your tight ass, you filthy fucking whore... Now, lick your fingers clean. Suck all your cum off, soon daddy's gonna fill your whore mouth with his baby juice, and you're gonna drink it all, aren't you, you discussing cum drinking whore. Yeah take daddy's big fat cock in your ass!"

"Yes daddy... Yesssss.... God daddy's cock feels so good in my whore ass... And my cum tastes sooo good. Fuck me daddy, cum in my mouth!"

"Oh fuck, get over here, daddy's gonna cum... Give daddy your cock sucking mouth.... That's it you whore, suck daddy's cock, drink daddy's baby juice..."

He slammed hard and deep into my mouth, penetrating my throat. Until he began to cum. And I swallowed every last squirt. Then my head was pulled off his cock, and the last man came in my mouth.

"FFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!! Take it all.... OOOOOOHHHHHHH yeah!!"

Master took 12 and tied her back up, while I was left on my knees surrounded by all the men. Soon Master appeared in front of me.

"Since you like cum so much, and you took it all so well, you are now going to get a reward. Gentlemen, what's one thing, that you haven't already done, that your wives or girlfriends would never left you do?"

Man number one said:

"My wife would never take two cocks in her ass, or pussy at once."

Man number two said:

"My girl would never take it in all her holes at once."

Man number three said:

"I don't have either of those. A wife, or a girlfriend."

Man number four said:

"My fiancé would never let anyone, let alone six guys cum on her face, and in her mouth. But if this whore will, I don't want her to swallow until we've all cum. I want to see it all in her mouth."

And Man number five said:

"I want to see that cunt's face get covered with cum, and have the whore lick it off of her, or share it with her some how."

But all of that is a different story...

I found myself by the shoreline again. Standing just out of reach of the greedy tide. The crashing dissonance of the waves, and the mist of the water leaving my hair damp. My gaze fixes on the buoy about 200ft out off the coast line, and realize I’ve been sleep walking again. I think it’s odd, I never used to sleep walk. Not until the night I lost Anthony. It’s puzzled me, he was always such a strong swimmer. I’m begging to think that I go to the beach night after night due to him beckoning me there. His icy fingers around my wrist, and stale breath whispering in my ear.
It seems an eternity since first I laid my wandering eyes on my precious Anthony. It was my freshman year in college and he was a senior. I, along with my debate club girlfriend, Sue had been invited to a beer party. I stood by the window, the safest place I could think of. And Anthony, accompanied by a tall, slender, raven haired, dark-eyed beauty stood in the hallway entrance mingling and smozzing with all the ‘who’s-who’. He must have felt the weight of my stare, for he looked up, right into my eyes and smiled.
He looked like a Roman effigy, with his beach sand coloured hair trimmed neatly around his head, tucked cooly behind his ears. His eyes the colour of the sea on a stormy day, twinkled right on cue. His tan flesh seemed to move involuntarily as it glided over his body. And with that gesture of ‘hello’, he just as smoothly turned back, slid his arm around the waist of his lady companion, and resumed the current conversation.
The party continued, Anthony and his presumable girlfriend moved on with the crowd, leaving me with the memory and the start of a three year long fantasy standing against the wall. The school year proceeded as if nothing ever happened, and some where between the end of Freshman year, and the beginning of Senior year, I lossened up. My skirts got consecutively shorter, heals higher, shirts tighter, make up bolder, and my dark wood hair softer.
About half way into my senior year, a group of girlfriends and I went to the Play Ground. A ‘hip’ club where you can write on the walls without the fear of your mother finding out. Admittedly I must have been brilliant that night. Wearing my low-cut, backless, mid-thigh high black dress, and my extremely long red-heart earrings. My hair falling seductively down to my shoulders, and onto my back. I ordered one of the latest crazed drinks, and surveyed the room, swaying to the throb of the music, wetting my cherry red lips, and sipping my drink. I realized I was being watched, and covertly began my search of ‘who’.
As soon as I saw the tall figure across the room, half in, half out of the shadows pulsing through the crowd towards me, I knew exactly who it was. I knew that sandy hair, and those mysterious eyes. He was the purpose to all my masturbation for my first two years in college. In an instant I let my eyes continue the corse set for them (after all how cool can you look with your mouth wide open and drool spilling forth?). Within minutes I felt a tap on my left shoulder. Letting my head roll to the cause of the disturbance, I looked directly into his eyes and gave a sly smile that spoke without words; ‘yes?’.
“Cassandra, right?” His voice deep and as blue as the ocean.
“Yes.” I replied seemingly unaware of whom he was.
“Can this really be you? The mouse of a creature I once knew?”
I thought to myself, ‘He once knew’? “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe I know, or knew you.”
“Of course you do, we met at Bobbies frat-blast about three and a half years ago. Or perhaps you don’t remember. Pity, I always thought you had a crush on me. Either way, the years have been kind, even generous to you. So what have you been up to lately?” He had the distinct smell of sandal wood and sage about him.
“Well,’ I slipped in a cock-tale party laugh, ‘I don’t believe I caught your name.”
“Anthony, Anthony Ragsdale.” Of course you’re Anthony Ragsdale, I had only written Cassandra Ragsdale about a billion times in my journal.
“Well, Anthony, I’ve actually spent these last three years studying to become a writer. And you?”
“I’m a shrink. But enough of this small talk, I do believe people come to these places to dance. So shall we?” My palms began to sweat, and I felt a quiver go from my knees to my head…
“All right.” we danced all night. The next morning I found myself surrounded by a exquisite mixture of sandal wood and sage. When I had turned myself over, I saw my clothes, along with a pair of black trousers, and a forest green shirt crumpled on the floor. The weight of a heavy arm coming up my side, resting it’s hand securely on my breast. It was Anthony’s arm, I was in his bed, in his room, in his house. I bit my lower lip to keep from squealing in all my girlie delight.
“You shouldn’t do that. You could cut your sumptuous lip.’ I wondered if his voice ever lost it’s blue quality. ‘Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, and you?”
“Very, thank you. You’re as amazing in the light of dawn as in my dreams.”
Anthony wasted no time, right after the phrase had left his mouth, he was on top and inside of me, kissing me deeply and letting his hands roam freely. He felt wonderful, his soft warm flesh covering mine. The rhythm of his pelvis a soothing lullaby to the years of unrelenting torture induced by an over active imagination, and over powering sex drive.
He, in all my experience was the best lover I had encountered. When he finished, the sweat trickling off his back into pools on his sheets, he held me close, tight in his arms. And when he was positive I was completely satisfied, he rolled over, smiled sweetly and laid his head next to mine.
“Are you hungry?”
“A little.”
“Stay right here.” He climbed out of bed, every inch of him still electrified, threw on a robe he retrieved from his closet and made his way out of the room. I laid still for a moment, just staring at the ceiling, in total disbelief that I had actually had Anthony, not once, but twice! At the fact that I was in his house, and he was making me breakfast, and that he had come over to me at the club! This had been my dream. Shortly, Anthony’s head popped back into his room, the sound of his voice bringing me back to reality.
“How do you like your eggs?”
“Over easy, please.” He once again disappeared, and I got up, and got dressed. I opened his bed room door, and made my way to the kitchen, where I found Anthony standing in front of a metal stove.
“Good morning Cass.”
“Good morning Anthony.”
Breakfast was nothing grand, but it definitely was the best eggs I’ve eaten in a long time. In no time at all, I had moved in with him, in his house on the beach. It was a beautiful, huge house, with grand windows and walk-in closets. I didn’t even have to clean much, he had a women come every weekend and do it for me. Anthony did nothing but amaze me.
In two months on the day, Anthony asked me to marry him, and a week later we were. The ceremony was held right there on the beach, it was perfect with all the white Lilly’s, and my flowing dress being picked up by the wind. And for our honeymoon, Anthony took me on a curse. I loved it! It was my first time out in the ocean, as were I’ve always loved the sea, the smell, look, feel of the water splashing on your body, I’ve never been out in the water, I’ve always been too afraid.
The day my life took a drastic change for the worst was the day I lost Anthony, he had just bought a boat, and the following weekend he had decided that we should charter it out on her maiden voyage. So we packed our suit cases, and food enough for two, and set out. It was beautiful, and clam for the first two days, and we got far. During the days we would go swimming, and lay out, drinking wine and eating the most delicious foods. The third day, however it stormed. Really bad, bad enough to make Anthony tell me to stay below, while he steadied the boat, and tried to get out of it. I thought it very heroic of him. I, being over come with worry, must have stayed up for hours, and eventually passed out. I don’t know how long I slept, but I can assume that the weather took a drastic change for the worst, for when I ventured to the upper decks, he was gone. The only thing that remained, was his hat drifting in the water. I radioed for help, and was picked up by the cost guard. They searched for Anthony for days, but never found any trace of him.
Since I have lived on my own, in the house that was once him, and ever night I go to the sea side in my sleep, in hopes to see my Anthony again…
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“Excuse me Mr. Ragsdale, but we need to know what happened.”
“Well my wife and I had just bought a brand new boat, and had wanted to take her out. So we did. And ever since I taught Cass how to swim, she couldn’t get enough of it. So, yesterday, she decided to get up early and swim the day away. We dropped anchor, and took to the water. It got over-casted, and the sea got wild, but Cass wasn’t ready to stop, convinced that the boat wasn’t too far off, and she could handle it. I told her, I was going to get back on the boat, and that as soon as I had changed my cloths I would want her to come up as well. She agreed, and so I swam to the boat. When I got back top-side, she was gone. There was nothing left of her. It had started to rain, and I assume that the current was just too strong for her.”
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I found myself by the shoreline again. My gaze fixes on the buoy about 200ft out off the coast line, and realize I’ve been sleep walking again. I think it’s odd, I never used to sleep walk. Not until the night I lost Anthony. It’s puzzled me, he was always such a strong swimmer…

I was sixteen when I met Shayne, he was twenty-one. He went to school with my older brother, they were both geniuses. Or so I was told by them, and mom, but she was biased. I didn’t know about the whole genius claim, but I did know that Shayne was way fucking hot! Dirty blond hair, blue-blue eyes, tall, broad shouldered. When Shayne first met me, I was still in that awkward stage, where I had developed a little, it was not to the extent that some other girls were. So I knew Shayne wouldn’t think much to much of me, if anything at all. A few months later, I was shipped back to Boston to stay with my dad.

Alright, so I’ve never known my parents to be together. They split when I was still in the womb. Neither of them really talked about the divorce, or about what life was like when they were married. And I’ve only been able to coax it out of Brendan once, and he was pretty far gone when he did talk about it. So I don’t know what’s true, and what’s just the booze talking. He wasn’t a drunkard or anything mind you, but this was when he was still early into his college career, and I believe he was just trying to work through his own demons about him and dad. You see as far back as I could remember he didn’t much get along with dad. Yet again, I don’t really know the reasons why. Anyways, so the deal mom and dad made was that both us kids would spend three years with mom in California, and a three years with dad in Boston. (Brendan stopped going to dad’s when he was 14, said he no longer wanted to go out to Boston. I didn’t mind at all, I kind of like the change of scene.)

I was 18 years old by the time I had gotten back to California, and in desperate need of a tan! But other than that, I had filled in nicely. My tits were now a nice round, firm 36 C, I had nice smooth waist, not a washboard or whatever, but relatively flat. Which was met by a nice tight, round ass, that fell into long legs, which then hit the floor. My hair was long and wavy, and my green eyes sparkled.

Brendan was supposed to come get me at the air port, but his wife went into labor that morning, so Shayne came instead. I didn’t mind, as long as I didn’t have to take a cab. I hate getting into someone’s car that I don’t know, something about riding with strangers…

When I walked out to where the cars would sit and wait, or drive by, I saw him standing there leaned against his car, reading some science magazine, he didn’t even notice me until I was almost on top of him. I don’t believe he recognized me at first, because he kind of did a double take.

As I got close I threw my arms out to him, and gave him a hug. “Shayne!!” I said as I made sure to press my tits firm against his chest.

“Charlie? Is that you under there?” My brother had started calling me “Charlie” when I was just a little girl. He wanted mom to have another boy. So, he was going to call me “Charlie” no matter what.

“Excuse me, but the name is Candice.” I said with a sly grin.

“Well, alright, Miss. Candice, all growned up.” He said mocking me. I gave him a playful shove on the arm, and giggled. He laughed and said; “Here, let me help you with your things. Than where too?”

“The mall if you don’t mind.”

“You just got off an airplane after flying all day, and you want to go to the mall?” He said.

“Well, yeah. I save one third of all my pay-checks and allowance just so I have some cash to go shopping when I get back to the west cost. It’s kind of like tradition. When we were kids, so that we wouldn’t have to pack our whole lives up every three years, mom and dad just have it set up so that we both had everything we needed where we were at any and all times. And when we got to which ever house we were going to, the first thing we’d do is go shopping, in case there was anything new we just really needed or wanted. I have a lot of duplicates.” I said with a smile.

“I bet.” He said as he started up his car.

“So, off to the mall. This girl on the plane had a really cute pair of shoes, and she said she got them at Jazz, in the mall, so I’m going to buy a pair, and some clothes. I’m do for bras and the such anyways.” I said, seeing what kind of reaction I would get.

“Yeah, my x was always getting those damn things. I kept telling her they just got in my way, and that I’d like it if she would just stop buying them. But she never listened.” He said, not even once taking his eyes off the road.

“Oh, well yeah, every six months, you need, or at least really should get new ones. Same with panties.” I said mildly defeated by his ‘lack-of-interest’ response.

“Well, if it will make the chore any more bearable, I’ll sit still for you to model all the bras and panties you want.” He said with a smirk on his face, knowing he had won that round of cat and mouse.

“Only if you are a very good boy.” I said teasingly back to him. By now we had pulled up to the mall, and he was busy searching for a decent parking spot. Once he found the one he liked, he parked the car, turned it off, and whispered into my ear;

“Oh, I can be a very, very good boy Candice. But I think you’d like me a lot better if I were a naughty boy.” And he got out of the car. By now I was fairly wet, and I was surprised you couldn’t see my hard nipples through my bra and shirt. It was all I could do but get flushed with the excitement. I managed to get out of the car, and run my fingers through my hair, to try to distract myself from wanting to tell him that I would love to know the naughty side of him…

We must have spent two hours at the mall, before we even got to the second floor. And Shayne had remained “good” up until we got into the elevator. He stepped in first, and I followed, pressing the button to go up. As soon as the doors were shut, he twisted me around to face him, pulled me to him so close that I had to straddle him, given how he was leaned against the glass. So close that I could feel his erection through his pants, and he forced my mouth open with his tongue, and caressed my right breast with his left hand. I melted right there, and moaned over his tongue. When we began to stop on the second floor, he broke the kiss, and let his left hand guide my ear to his lips, and as the door opened, he whispered; “See, I told you, you would like it better when I was naughty.” And he spun me back around to face the mall, and told me very clearly, coolly, calmly, and a little sternly; “Now, let’s go look at bar’s and panties. You’ve kept me waiting long enough.”

His authoritative tone, shocked me a little bit at first. Even scared me a tiny bit. But it also made me weak in the knees, and I really wanted to obey him because it turned me on. And that scared me even more… But with his arm around my waist, and mine around his, he lead me to Fredrick’s of Hollywood. And as we looked around, he whispered;

“I’ll buy you anything you want in this store, out of my own pocket, but I get to pick a few pairs out for you, and you’ll have to wear one of them whenever I might be around you. Even if I have no intention to have you. Understood?” All I could do was nod my head. “Very good.” He said, as he kissed me deeply again.

I picked out six bras, and panties that matched each of them. He added teddies, thongs, lingerie, and stalkings with guarders. In all different colors, some with lace, some without. He even bought one red pleather one. And each one I was made to model for him. And he would have me turn around a few times, and bend this way, and that way. Bend forward, and then stick my ass up in the air. And with each one he would give either an approving “yummmm”, or a disapproving grunt.

We stopped in one more store after Fredrick’s, and he told me I was to either get a short black dress, or a short black skirt, with both red heals, and black heals. When I found a few things to try on, including a short black dress, and short black skirt, I headed back to the changing rooms. Shayne followed me into one. He sat on the bench in the changing room, and told me;

“Take off your clothes, slowly.” I did as I was told, and much like he had done in Fredrick’s, I was made to turn this way and that way, and bend over, all for his amusement. But I didn’t mind, I liked the way he was looking at me, and commanding me to do what would please him most. I could tell he wanted me through all of it, even when he said;

“That’s a good little cock whore. Show me that wet cunt of yours. Come here, spread those legs over mine. Show me the slut you really are.” Within seconds I found myself straddled over his legs, as he begins to push a finger, than two, than three into my very exposed and open vagina. ”Oh, Candice, you’re so tight, be honest have you ever known a man?”

“No. I’ve cum before, I mean, I’ve done it to myself, and guys have done it with their mouths, but I’ve never ‘gone all the way’, so to speak.” I told him, hoping it wouldn’t turn him off.

“Wow.” He said.

“What? Is that okay with you? I mean the fact that I’m still a virgin?” I asked.

“Oh, no baby, that’s a very awesome thing. It’s not every day that a young lady picks you to be her first. It’s a very special time, and I’m honored that I am the one you picked.” He said as he withdrew his fingers from my eager young hole.

“Well, than why are you stopping?” I asked noticing how he started to pull away from me.

“It’s just that, I want you to be sure you want to play this game with me.” He said.

“I don’t understand, you mean you telling me what to do and stuff?” I said as I sat back a little.

“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong, I want to have you, and I will. But for your very first time, it shouldn’t be like that. That raw, like I will have you. So I think we should wait for right now. And after we get done shopping, I’ll take you back to my place, and I can treat you how you should be treated your first time.” He said before he placed a reassuring kiss on my mouth.

“Oh yeah?” I said as I smiled, “How should I be treated?”

“With love, and tenderness. It should be slow and gentle, and not in a some changing room. What do you say, you game?” He said as he toyed with my breast again, giving me a boyish grin.

“And if I say no?”

“Oh, I think both of us know you won’t say ‘no’. You can’t say ‘no’. You know your place is to be told what to do, and how to do it. That’s all a slut is good for.”

“Yes.” I said as I had a mild orgasm, grinding into his hard cock through his pants.

“Good. It will please me, to have you slow now. So we will buy you that black dress, and before we leave the mall, you will wear it over nothing more than what you are wearing now. And you will wear your black heals. Is that understood? Slut?” He asked as he yanked my head back by my hair.

“God yes Shayne!” I said loudly. He slapped my face, not hard, but with enough force to pull me back to reality.

“What did you call me?” He demanded.

“Shayne.” I said uncertain of myself all of a sudden.

“That’s what I thought you said. You no longer have the right to call me that. You will always call me ‘Sir’, unless we are in mixed company. Than and only than, are you allowed to call me Shayne. Is that understood?”

“Yes sir.” I responded.

“Good, and you will only refer to yourself as my fuck toy. Because, that’s all you are to me. If you fail to do this, you will be punished. You will fuck when, what, who, and where I tell you to. Failure to do so will result in punishment. You will always be wet, and ready for my cock to fill that cunt, or that pretty mouth, or that tight ass. If you don’t, you will not like what I do to you. Understood cunt?” He hissed in my ear.

“Yes sir, perfectly understood.” I said.

“Good, now let’s go.”

To be continued… Maybe…

My mom died when I was five, my older brother Jeremiah was nine. And though dad was still a very young and attractive man never remarried. We moved after, to be closer to dad's parents, and his twin brother Roger. Dad was strict, though admittedly he was always more so with me than with Jeremiah. But he was never abusive to either of us. When I got to be high school age, dad gave me a curfew of ten sharp. Any later than that, and I would get punished, even if I was only a minute late. I always did my best to never be late, however sometimes it did happen. And each time dad would be waiting up for me in the living room, and as soon as I walked through the door, I would hear his commanding voice;

"Melody, get over here!" That meant I was in trouble. I never wasted time on double-timing it over to his side, wherein he would instruct me to remove my bottoms, including my panties, and bend over his knee. I would get an equal number of spankings to my current age, and how many minutes I was late. And after each slap, I would always have to recite;

"Thank you daddy for punishing this naughty little girl." He said this was to remind me that it was for my own good, and to make sure I understood why he was doing it. Because I was naughty. And if I failed to repeat this directly after each slap, he would add another five spankings, to which I was to say; "These are for my tardiness in response." Then he would send me up to shower and go to bed. And in the morning nothing was said of it.

Well, eventually Jeremiah graduated from high school, and went to work for Uncle Roger, this way he could help daddy with bills. And inevitably I turned 18, graduated from high school as well, and wasn't interested in sticking around the same old small town where we grew up, so I started to look at colleges. I had already made the decision that I would take one semester off from any kind of school, and just hang out and party with my friends. I was no longer a virgin, having given that to my boyfriend on prom night.

It was a Friday night, and I had been invited to a party, I asked daddy if I could go, and was given the same response;

"I want you home by ten sharp. No later." So I went. However I forgot myself, and ended up walking through the door at 10:20. And as usual, there was daddy in the living room, and I heard;

"Melody, get over here!" I rushed to his side. This particular night I had worn my black mini skirt, and my black halter top with my cute black heals. This outfit showed off all my best assets. (And at a 32 D, I wasn't doing too bad!) I pulled my skirt up to my waist, and my panties down to my ankles. The room was dark, and my eyes hadn't quite adjusted. But when I knelt over daddy I could tell he had already gotten into his robe. And as I felt his hand make contact with my bare bottom, I quickly said;

"Thank you daddy for punishing this naughty little girl." But I only was able to make it ten before daddy stopped. Daddy never stopped short of what was owed. Then suddenly I felt his hand rubbing my bare cheeks, his other hand still firmly on my back.

"Melody, this is quite a revealing outfit. Is my daughter a slut?"

Shocked, I replied; "No daddy, your daughter isn't a slut."

"I think you are. I think you're a filthy little tramp! How many cocks have you fucked!?"

Panicked I said; "Daddy, I would never! I have never!"

"Well, there's only one way to find out, now isn't there!" And then he flipped me off of him. By now my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and I could see the anger in his.

"Spread your legs!" Without question, or hesitation I did as I was told, and before I knew it daddy was in between my legs, his penis already fully erect, and ready to enter me. And when he slid in without trouble, he looked me dead in the eye and yelled;

"YOU LYING LITTLE SLUT! YOU HAVE BEEN FUCKED!" He did not withdraw his penis from me, but continued to push in and out of me the entire time getting closer and closer to orgasm. And with each thrust in and out, I became more and more wet and inviting. Finally he came with a deep guttural moan.

"Now that I know my daughter's a slut, we can continue. Suck your slut juices off my cock!" And he sat back in the chair, pulling me with him, then pushing my head down on his penis.

"Don't lie. Don't pretend you don't like it, moan for daddy while you suck his cock." And he slid his right hand down my shirt and began to fondle my breast. I, yet again did what I was told, and began to moan a little while I worked my head up and down the shaft of his penis.

"Mmmmm, you suck cock just like your mother did. She was a real pro. Faster my little slut, faster! Oh, yeah, that's it... Make daddy cum in that little slut mouth of yours. Oh fuck yeah.... Harder and faster, yeah that's it.... Oh.... Oh.... God!!!!" And with that I felt the first stream of cum hit the back of my throat, and then another.

"Go on, swallow it. No man likes a slut who doesn't swallow. That's a good girl. Don't spill a drop." When I was finished, he pulled my head away from his penis, and tucked it back in his robe.

"Now, where did we leave off? Ten was it? That means you still have 28 left? Only from now on, you can thank me for punishing my naughty little slut." I resumed my position over his knee, and felt his hand make contact again with my bare ass.

"Thank you daddy for punishing this naughty little slut." A total of 28 times.

"Now, little slut, go wash up. I'll be up shortly to make sure you're clean." And with that I walked up the stairs, with the juices of the scene still running down my legs, and my ass still burning from my punishment.

To be continued...

Once I was alone in the shower, I couldn't help but thinking about what my Daddy had just done to me. And the thought of how big he was, and how good he made me feel, I got wet again, and not just from the hot water pouring over my body. I knew then, that I wanted to please Daddy. I wanted him to use me again and again and again. I wanted to be his little whore daughter. I wanted him to fuck me in every way. When I got out of the shower, and walked to my room, he was there sitting on the edge of my bed, so I knelt in front of him, my head bowed as I spoke;

"Daddy, I want you... I want you to fuck me again. I want to become your whore. Please Daddy? I promise I'll be a good little whore, and let you use me when ever, however you want. You can fuck any hole on my body. Fill me with your cum Daddy, please?"

And to my surprise, he did not baulk at my request, but lifted my head up and looked in my eyes and said;

"Good. I want to use you and treat you like the nasty little whore you are. But there will be rules. Rules you must follow without question. You must do what I say, when I say it, or I will punish you. I might even punish you when you are being good, just because it pleases me. This is how it was with your slut of a mother as well. Now, baby, get some sleep. When I wake up, I will be wanting to use you."

That night I dreamt of how Daddy would use me, how he would fuck me, how he would make me cum, and when I awoke the next morning it was no surprise that I was already soaking wet. I laid in bed until Daddy opened my door, and told me what he expected of me.

"Being that you are now my little whore, I will explain what it is I want from you. But first, you cock-sucking whore, its time you lived up to your name, and sucked Daddy off. That's it, put it in your filthy fuck hole. Ummm, that's a good little whore, suck my cock. Faster, suck it faster like you did last night, Daddy wants to cum in that mouth. Oh baby, faster, deeper.... That's it, Daddy's gonna cum... OHHHH GOD!! Drink it all up!!"

After I swallowed every last drop of cum he gave to me, he took his cock from my mouth and told me to bend over his knees.

"Now, though you've been good thus far this morning, I want that ass nice and red, and you are to count them out for me, but you are to say; 'Thank you Daddy for punishing this filthy cock sucker.' Do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy, I do." And with that the spanking begun.

"One, thank you Daddy for punishing this filthy cock sucker. Two, thank you Daddy for punishing this filthy cock sucker." I did this all the way to fifty, that's when Daddy said;

"There, I think that's a nice shade of red. Now, for the rules, not only will you submit to anything I tell you to do, and not only will I fuck you anywhere and in any hole I want, but you must also take the cocks of any other man I see fit to let you have. You will only cum when I tell you to cum, or when the man that's fucking you tells you to cum. And if you do not get permission to cum, you will not. You must understand that your role is nothing more than a fuck toy. And like any good fuck toy your only concern is the pleasure of who ever is fucking you. While in the house, or where ever else I tell you, you will only wear what I tell you to wear. In essence, if it pleases me to have you wear nothing, then you will wear nothing. And you must also be wet at all times. Should I ever find that you are not wet, I will punish you. You must also understand that from time to time I will want to have you gagged, and plugged, even clamped. Do you understand all of these new rules my little fuck slut?"

"Yes Daddy I do." I said, as I felt the wetness between my legs grow. I wanted Daddy to fuck me right on the spot. I wanted to feel his entire cock shoved deep in my hot cunt.

"I might even from time to time call you nasty little names, and you are to always agree with me. For example, if I were to call you a little cum whore, you are to say; 'Yes Daddy, I am nothing but a little cum whore.' Because it will please me to humiliate you, and have you in turn humiliate yourself. Understood my little cock-sucker?"

"Yes Daddy, I understand."

"Good. Now, stay just as dressed as you are now, and go clean the kitchen floor on your hands and knees."

I walked downstairs to the kitchen and began to do as I was told, all the while Daddy watched me as I worked.

"That's a good little cum dumpster."

"Yes, Daddy, I am nothing but a little cum dumpster."

"Good girl."

When I had finished the kitchen I was told to dust and clean other things, all the while I was to stay naked. I even cooked dinner that night naked. Jeremiah had to work late that night helping Uncle Billy do inventory at his store, so Daddy didn't mind keeping me naked as long as he did, and as he explained to me, he had plans. When dinner was finished, he instructed me to go up stairs to my room, and lay on the edge of my bed, and wait for him to come up. I waited for what seemed like an eternity, so long that I eventually started to play with my pussy. No sooner had I done that, then did Daddy walk into my room to catch me.

"You nasty little bitch! Did I tell you, you could play with yourself? I'll teach you to please yourself without permission. Spread your ass with your hands. Daddy's gonna fuck that tight ass of yours tonight. I'm gonna fuck it raw!"

I did as I was told, and spread my ass wide for him. I felt something cold and wet slide down my ass crack, and then I felt the tip of Daddy's already erect penis touch my opening.

"This is going to hurt at first, but don't worry baby, I'll take it slow until you're used to it, and then I'll pound you harder than you might like." He whispered in my ear, letting me know that he still loved and cared for me, even though I had been naughty.

Slowly, and steadily he pushed inside of me, every second, and every inch stretching my tight un-used ass wide open for him. And every few seconds he'd pause, to let my ass get used to his massive cock. Until he was all the way inside of me.

"There, now, you're gonna be a good little anal whore, now aren't you?"

"Yes Daddy, I'm going to be a good little anal whore."

"Beg me to fuck that tight ass, you stupid cunt!"

"Oh, Daddy, please fuck my tight ass, please fuck it raw!"

"You want me to fill that ass up with cum?"

"Yes Daddy, fill my ass with your cum. Use me like a good little anal whore. Please fuck me." And with that he started to slide his cock in and out of my burning ass, slow at first, but he quickly picked up the pace, and soon enough he was slamming into my back side hard enough to make my entire bed move. Then he pulled out of me completely.

"Ask me to put it back in. Beg me to fuck that tight ass. Tell Daddy how badly you want his cock deep inside your ass stretching you wide open like a nasty fuck toy."

"Daddy, please don't stop fucking me ass. I want your cock so badly Daddy, I wanna feel it deep in my burning ass, I want to be used like a nasty fuck toy, please put your big cock back deep in my ass!"

With that he slammed back into my anal opening, showing no mercy, just pounding me like there was no tomorrow.

"Do you want to cum? Huh, you slut? Do you think I should let you cum?"

"Yes, please Daddy, I want to cum so bad..."

"Okay baby, cum for me. Cum for Daddy. Cum all over your bed, and down your legs. Cuz baby, Daddy's gonna cum deep in your ass." And with that I felt his penis twitch deep in my ass, and he let out a loud moan. "Oh yea, that's the way Daddy likes it."

He pulled out of my ass and told me to clean off his cock with my mouth. I did as I was told, and as I was sucking the cum that was left on his cock off, he got hard again, and took a hold of the back of my head, and began to ram his cock deep in my throat until he came a second time.

"Now that I've used you, and let you drink my cum, I'm going to go have dinner. Your brother should be here soon, so get dressed. But I want you to wear a short skirt, no panties, no bra, and a tight shirt. And those nipples better stay hard all night, or before you go to bed you'll get another fifty spankings for disobedience. Then you can stay here, until I call you down."

I did as I was told, and waited in my room for Daddy to call me down to dinner.

To be continued...

A story for Annaleesissy

I came home from a long day at work, the house was a mess, no food on the table. After six years of marriage I had come to not expect any of that. I knew where Sandy was. She was out probably trolling for cock, while mine sat limp in it’s chastity device. Six years of marriage and I had only been permitted to use it once on Her, and had only been allowed to touch it myself twice. This was the arrangement we had made before we took our vows. She wore the pants, and I was just her meal ticket, She was not sexually attracted to me in anyway, I was puny, pathetic, useless, and She took every opportunity to remind me of such. So I set my briefcase down, changed into my maids outfit, taking care to shave all the hair from my arms, legs, and genitals, and then started to clean the house while cooking dinner. I found a pair of Her panties that She had been wearing yesterday, held them to my face and inhaled deeply, taking in Her musky scent, and my tiny cock twitched in it’s container, trying desperately to straighten, to harden, to be put to some kind of use. It was torture, but such delicious torture.

It was now 6 p.m. and I heard the key in the lock, and Her voice laughing through the wood. Obediently I went to the center of the room, down on my knees, head to the floor, bowing to Her. As the door opened, and the pull of air brought in Her intoxicating scent, mixed with someone else, I knew She had brought a stallion home to fuck Her. She snapped Her fingers, and I sat up, keeping my eyes down cast.

“Charleen, I want you to watch as a real man fucks me, so you can see how it’s done. And afterwards if you are a good little bitch can suck him out of me. So, eyes up.” She said to me in Her sing song voice, and I looked up to see a well built black man standing in my living room.

“This, this is your husband?” He said with disgust.

“Yeah, pathetic isn’t he?” She laughed as She kicked up my short skirt showing off my tiny pecker quivering in the see-through plastic case.

“Charleen, put your head right here on the edge of the couch.” She said as She patted the spot She wanted me, and I placed my head there, She straddled my head bringing Her sex close enough to my nose for me to smell Her musk, grinding Her lace covered snatch against my nose and mouth while She slurped on the black man’s massive cock.

“Damn Tony, it’s sooo big... I can not wait to feel it deep inside my wet cunt!” She cried out as She worked his cock with Her hands. When his cock was at full attention, and coated in saliva, She stood up, removed Her panties, and once again straddled my head, knees on either side of my ears, and I could hear the sucking sound as he pushed his way deep inside Her wet, tight pussy.

“Are you watching this Charleen? Keep your eyes open now.”

I watched as his cock slid in and out at a steady rhythm, I saw Her pussy get wetter and wetter, until Her juices were dripping down on my face, on my lips. Oh how bad did I want to lick them, to taste of Her, to dive my head into Her slit and drink of those juices, to lap them off his cock... But She had not given Her permission, so I sat there getting high on the scent. The ache in my cock was intense as it desperately struggled against the containment, but it much like I knew better, it would not be used tonight.

“Fuck me Tony!! Fuck me good!! Oh Ggggggooooooodddddddd!!!!! I’m gonna cum.....” She screamed through closed teeth.

“Yea, cum on my cock baby. Oh yeah just like that, make that pussy good’n’tight for me!”

It wasn’t long before I saw his balls tighten, and I knew he was on the edge of his ride, going to climax at any moment, filling my wife with his load. And there it was, Her pussy oozed his thick white cum mixed with Hers around his cock.

“Fuck Tony! I’m so hot!” She said looking back at Her most recent lover.

“Well give me a minute or two, and I’ll cool you off.” He smiled at Her.

“Alright baby.” She said sweetly, and then turned to me. “Alright Charleen, clean me out, that’s right you’re gonna suck all his spunk out of my pussy.” She said as She dropped lower to my face, placing Her just fucked sex over my mouth as my greedy tongue plunged deep inside Her hole, digging out all the cum it could find. This was my reward Her sex filled with black stallion seed, and I loved it. I lapped, and licked, and sucked, plunging my tongue in and out as I had seen Tony do with his cock until all I could taste was Her, and then more until all I could taste was my own spit.

“Good girl.” She said as She quivered on my face from orgasm after orgasm, then dismounted me, and pointed to Tony’s cock. “But you left some over there.”

Getting on my hands and knees I slowly crawled over to Tony’s still enormous cock, and looked back at my wife, pleading with Her with my eyes to not have me do this. She took no mercy on me, shoving my head onto his waiting cock, deep into my mouth and then throat he went. I could taste the salt of his skin and seamen, and the sweet taste of Her cum. Before long he was pumping into my mouth like he had done to Her pussy, as his cock grew back to it’s former glory.

“That’s it my little cock-sucking husband. I knew you loved to suck big black cock!” She sneered from behind me, as She gave my balls a few taps with Her hand. When She was satisfied that I had done my job, She pulled me by the hair off his member, and pushed my face into Her ass and threw Tony a small clear bottle with a blue lid on it.

“And now cock sucker, you can eat my ass. Get it nice and ready to take that big black cock of his.”

I faithfully drove my tongue deep into Her bowls, fucking Her tight brown hole with it, greasing it up with my spit, moaning for Her as She wiggled Her ass on my face. When his cock was lubed, as was Her ass, She pulled away from me, and again straddled my face, spreading her ass wide open to receive his cock.

“Charleen, lick my pussy while he fucks my ass.” I didn’t have to be told twice, I dove into Her slit and worked it with all my might as She was pounded from behind. By now my cock was dripping without my concent, and I knew if She saw there would be trouble for me, but I had lost all care, this evening had spun me into a hypnosis of pain and ultimate pleasure. The stallion did not last long in Sandy’s tight ass, I had never known a man to last long there, but it didn’t matter to Her, She had cum several times from his assault.

“Ohh, baby, you stretched my ass sooooo wide, it felt so good.” She cooed at him as he withdrew his spent dick.

“Fuck baby, you’re one hot bitch, when we gonna do this again?” He said.

“Oh we’ll do it again, and again and again!” She said as She kissed him, running Her hands over his sweat covered chiseled abs. “Now, for you...” She said as She turned Her attention to me.

“Yes Goddess?” I said.

“First you may clean off Tony’s cock again, I’m sure he has other things to do tonight.” I faithfully went back to his dick, and sucked the taste of ass and semen off of it.

“Good girl. Now, clean my ass. I feel like I’ve been fucked by a horse with all the cum deep in there.” She said as She placed Her ass over my face forcing the cum to drip out, and splatter all over my face. And again I worked Her ass with my tongue.

“Ooooo, that’s a good-good girl. Now keep your tongue there, and tell me that you’re a pathetic little ass licker.”

“Mimm, mam mpatheticm mlittlem massm mlickerm...” I managed to get out as I sucked in the last few drops of cum from Her ass.

“Good, now back to your cage.” She snapped. And that’s when She notice the gleem on my cock.

“You little fucker!” She screamed. “Who the fuck do you think you are! No one said you could cum.” She yelled as She kicked me in the nuts.

“I’m sorry Goddess. I couldn’t help it. Please! I’m sorry!”

“Oh, not yet you aren’t! That’s it, you’ll be plugged in your cage until I can think straight!” She spat at me. Then She got out the long anal beads, and without lube, shoved one right after the other into my anus. And She shoved them all in, even the very large ones at the end, then had me crawl into my cage, and hooked the loop to the over head bars, ensuring that I would sleep with my ass in the air for fear of letting them pull out. Then She locked me in, and She and Tony went back to the bed room where I could hear Her begin to moan. I didn’t sleep all that night with the sounds of Her and Tony fucking. Meanwhile all I could think of was what She was going to do to me tomorrow for my transgression...

...To be continued.

*Note, this was my first cockold story, so if it’s not very good, I apologize. So please give me tons of feedback on it, things I could have done better, things that were spot on! Thanks!!

<3 Doll

I was sixteen when I met Shayne, he was twenty-one. He went to school with my older brother, they were both geniuses. Or so I was told by them, and mom, but she was biased. I didn't know about the whole genius claim, but I did know that Shayne was way fucking hot! Dirty blond hair, blue-blue eyes, tall, broad shouldered. When Shayne first met me, I was still in that awkward stage, where I had developed a little, it was not to the extent that some other girls were. So I knew Shayne wouldn't think much to much of me, if anything at all. A few months later, I was shipped back to Boston to stay with my dad.

Alright, so I've never known my parents to be together. They split when I was still in the womb. Neither of them really talked about the divorce, or about what life was like when they were married. And I've only been able to coax it out of Brendan once, and he was pretty far gone when he did talk about it. So I don't know what's true, and what's just the booze talking. He wasn't a drunkard or anything mind you, but this was when he was still early into his college career, and I believe he was just trying to work through his own demons about him and dad. You see as far back as I could remember he didn't much get along with dad. Yet again, I don't really know the reasons why. Anyways, so the deal mom and dad made was that both us kids would spend three years with mom in California, and a three years with dad in Boston. (Brendan stopped going to dad's when he was 14, said he no longer wanted to go out to Boston. I didn't mind at all, I kind of like the change of scene.)

I was 18 years old by the time I had gotten back to California, and in desperate need of a tan! But other than that, I had filled in nicely. My tits were now a nice round, firm 36 C, I had nice smooth waist, not a washboard or whatever, but relatively flat. Which was met by a nice tight, round ass, that fell into long legs, which then hit the floor. My hair was long and wavy, and my green eyes sparkled.

Brendan was supposed to come get me at the air port, but his wife went into labor that morning, so Shayne came instead. I didn't mind, as long as I didn't have to take a cab. I hate getting into someone's car that I don't know, something about riding with strangers...

When I walked out to where the cars would sit and wait, or drive by, I saw him standing there leaned against his car, reading some science magazine, he didn't even notice me until I was almost on top of him. I don't believe he recognized me at first, because he kind of did a double take.

As I got close I threw my arms out to him, and gave him a hug. "Shayne!!" I said as I made sure to press my tits firm against his chest.

"Charlie? Is that you under there?" My brother had started calling me "Charlie" when I was just a little girl. He wanted mom to have another boy. So, he was going to call me "Charlie" no matter what.

"Excuse me, but the name is Candice." I said with a sly grin.

"Well, alright, Miss. Candice, all growned up." He said mocking me. I gave him a playful shove on the arm, and giggled. He laughed and said; "Here, let me help you with your things. Than where too?"

"The mall if you don't mind."

"You just got off an airplane after flying all day, and you want to go to the mall?" He said.

"Well, yeah. I save one third of all my pay-checks and allowance just so I have some cash to go shopping when I get back to the west cost. It's kind of like tradition. When we were kids, so that we wouldn't have to pack our whole lives up every three years, mom and dad just have it set up so that we both had everything we needed where we were at any and all times. And when we got to which ever house we were going to, the first thing we'd do is go shopping, in case there was anything new we just really needed or wanted. I have a lot of duplicates." I said with a smile.

"I bet." He said as he started up his car.

"So, off to the mall. This girl on the plane had a really cute pair of shoes, and she said she got them at Jazz, in the mall, so I'm going to buy a pair, and some clothes. I'm do for bras and the such anyways." I said, seeing what kind of reaction I would get.

"Yeah, my girlfriend's always getting those damn things. I keep telling her they just get in my way, and that I'd like it if she would just stop buying them. But she never listens." He said, not even once taking his eyes off the road.

"Oh, well yeah, every six months, you need, or at least really should get new ones. Same with panties." I said mildly defeated by his 'lack-of-interest' response.

"Well, if it will make the chore any more bearable, I'll sit still for you to model all the bras and panties you want." He said with a smirk on his face, knowing he had won that round of cat and mouse.

"Only if you are a very good boy." I said teasingly back to him. By now we had pulled up to the mall, and he was busy searching for a decent parking spot. Once he found the one he likes, he parked the car, turned it off, and whispered into my ear;

"Oh, I can be a very, very good boy Candice. But I think you'd like me a lot better if I were a naughty boy." And he got out of the car. By now I was fairly wet, and I was surprised you couldn't see my hard nipples through my bra and shirt. It was all I could do but get flushed with the excitement. I managed to get out of the car, and run my fingers through my hair, to try to distract myself from wanting to tell him that I would love to know the naughty side of him...

We must have spent two hours at the mall, before we even got to the second floor. And Shayne had remained "good" up until we got into the elevator. He stepped in first, and I followed, pressing the button to go up. As soon as the doors were shut, he twisted me around to face him, pulled me to him so close that I had to straddle him, given how he was leaned against the glass. So close that I could feel his erection through his pants, and he forced my mouth open with his tongue, and caressed my right breast with his left hand. I melted right there, and moaned over his tongue. When we began to stop on the second floor, he broke the kiss, and let his left hand guide my ear to his lips, and as the door opened, he whispered; "See, I told you, you would like it better when I was naughty." And he spun me back around to face the mall, and told me very clearly, coolly, calmly, and a little sternly; "Now, let's go look at bar's and panties. You've kept me waiting long enough."

His authoritative tone, shocked me a little bit at first. Even scared me a tiny bit. But it also made me weak in the knees, and I really wanted to obey him because it turned me on. And that scared me even more... But with his arm around my waist, and mine around his, he lead me to Fredrick's of Hollywood. And as we looked around, he whispered;

"I'll buy you anything you want in this store, out of my own pocket, but I get to pick a few pairs out for you, and you'll have to wear one of them whenever I might be around you. Even if I have no intention to have you. Understood?" All I could do was nod my head. "Very good." He said, as he kissed me deeply again.

I picked out six bras, and panties that matched each of them. He added teddies, thongs, lingerie, and stalkings with guarders. In all different colors, some with lace, some without. He even bought one red pleather one. And each one I was made to model for him. And he would have me turn around a few times, and bend this way, and that way. Bend forward, and then stick my ass up in the air. And with each one he would give either an approving "yummmm", or a disapproving grunt.

We stopped in one more store after Fredrick's, and he told me I was to either get a short black dress, or a short black skirt, with both red heals, and black heals. When I found a few things to try on, including a short black dress, and short black skirt, I headed back to the changing rooms. Shayne followed me into one. He sat on the bench in the changing room, and told me;

"Take off your clothes, slowly." I did as I was told, and much like he had done in Fredrick's, I was made to turn this way and that way, and bend over, all for his amusement. But I didn't mind, I liked the way he was looking at me, and commanding me to do what would please him most. I could tell he wanted me through all of it, even when he said;

"That's a good little cock whore. Show me that wet cunt of yours. Come here, spread those legs over mine. Show me the slut you really are." Within seconds I found myself straddled over his legs, as he begins to push a finger, than two, than three into my very exposed and open vagina. "Oh, Candice, you're so tight, be honest have you ever known a man?"

"No. I've cum before, I mean, I've done it to myself, and guys have done it with their mouths, but I've never 'gone all the way', so to speak." I told him, hoping it wouldn't turn him off.

"Wow." He said.

"What? Is that okay with you? I mean the fact that I'm still a virgin?" I asked.

"Oh, no baby, that's a very awesome thing. It's not every day that a young lady picks you to be her first. It's a very special time, and I'm honored that I am the one you picked." He said as he withdrew his fingers from my eager young hole.

"Well, than why are you stopping?" I asked noticing how he started to pull away from me.

"It's just that, I want you to be sure you want to play this game with me." He said.

"I don't understand, you mean you telling me what to do and stuff?" I said as I sat back a little.

"Yeah. Don't get me wrong, I want to have you, and I will. But for your very first time, it shouldn't be like that. That raw, like I will have you. So I think we should wait for right now. And after we get done shopping, I'll take you back to my place, and I can treat you how you should be treated your first time." He said before he placed a reassuring kiss on my mouth.

"Oh yeah?" I said as I smiled, "How should I be treated?"

"With love, and tenderness. It should be slow and gentle, and not in a some changing room. What do you say, you game?" He said as he toyed with my breast again, giving me a boyish grin.

"And if I say no?"

"Oh, I think both of us know you won't say 'no'. You can't say 'no'. You know your place is to be told what to do, and how to do it. That's all a slut is good for."

"Yes." I said as I had a mild orgasm, grinding into his hard cock through his pants.

"Good. It will please me, to have you slow now. So we will buy you that black dress, and before we leave the mall, you will wear it over nothing more than what you are wearing now. And you will wear your black heals. Is that understood? Slut?" He asked as he yanked my head back by my hair.

"God yes Shayne!" I said loudly. He slapped my face, not hard, but with enough force to pull me back to reality.

"What did you call me?" He demanded.

"Shayne." I said uncertain of myself all of a sudden.

"That's what I thought you said. You no longer have the right to call me that. You will always call me 'Sir', unless we are in mixed company. Than and only than, are you allowed to call me Shayne. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir." I responded.

"Good, and you will only refer to yourself as my fuck toy. Because, that's all you are to me. If you fail to do this, you will be punished. You will fuck when, what, who, and where I tell you to. Failure to do so will result in punishment. You will always be wet, and ready for my cock to fill that cunt, or that pretty mouth, or that tight ass. If you don't, you will not like what I do to you. Understood cunt?" He hissed in my ear.

"Yes sir, perfectly understood." I said.

"Good, now let's go."

To be continued...

After I bought the dress, and heals we started back to the car only stopping long enough for me to change in a restroom. Once in the car Shayne instructed me to;

"Sit on the edge of the seat with your skirt pulled up, legs spread as wide open as they can get. I want to see that juicy cunt of yours." Without a moments hesitation I did as I was told.

"When we get to my place, I will have to shave you. And for ever there after, this is how you will remain. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir." The entire way there, he kept his left hand on the wheel, and he used his right hand to play with his new toy. And within just a few minuets, he had brought me to a full out orgasm.

"Did you just cum bitch?"

"Yes sir." I said ashamed of my actions, as he sounded very displeased.

"Did I give you permission to cum?"

"No sir. You did not." And after hearing my apologetic reply, he gave my drenched pussy a good hard slap, which made me jump and gasp with pain.

"I didn't think so. Are you ever going to do that again?" He demanded as he slapped my cunt a second time.

"No sir!" I said with a start.

"What was that?" He said with another hard slap.

"NO SIR!" I yelled.

"Huh?" Was said as he slapped me twice more in rapid succession.

"No sir, NEVER!" I said as tears started to form in my eyes.

"Promise your master, that you will never again cum without his permission. Not even while you finger yourself. Even if I am not there." He replied as he administered four more quick slaps.

"This fuck toy will never again cum without your prior permission, even when you are not there sir." I said as tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Good. Now I want you to tell me how bad your pussy hurts. How it burns. And how the only thing that can make it better is my cock."

"Sir, this fuck toy's pussy does very much hurt, and burns uncontrollably. This fuck toy desperately needs to have your cock deep inside of it." I could see that my plea had the wanted effect, for it began to stiffen. And he started to use his hand to massage my swollen cunt. First working in tiny circles on my clit, then plunging two fingers into and out of my fuck hole. He was testing me, and I knew it. I also knew I didn't want to displease him again, if I could help it. So with every bit of my willpower I struggled against the urge to cum. And just when I thought I couldn't hold it any longer, he paused.

"You look like you want to cum. Do you want to cum?"

"Yes sir." I said, fists cluched tight.

"Is that so?" He said calmly as he started to once again massage my swollen clit.

"Yes sir, please." I begged.

"You want my permission to cum?" He said as he quickened his pace on my clit. "You really wanna cum that bad do you?" His tiny circles got faster, and harder. He was drawing every second he could get out of this torture, and I knew he was enjoying every second of it.

"No. You may not cum you dumb slut." He said as he slapped me six times hard and dead center of my wet cunt. This time the tears did not come. "You always cum after I do. Is that understoond?" He sternly said to me.

"Yes sir." I said looking for approval.

"Good. Now, suck my fingers clean of your juices." And I greedily took his fingers into my mouth and started to suck as if I hadn't been fed in weeks. "Very nice. Very nice..." We pulled up to his house and he told me to get out of the car, and I followed him up to his door. Once we reached our destination, he turned to me and asked;

"Are you ready for this Candice?"

"Yes Shayne I am, I promise. I want to be anything you want me to be." I said boldly, as I kissed him deeply. I think this action on my part, set him back a little, for he simply wrapped his arms around my waist, kissed me just as deeply back, and opened the door as we walked through.

"Good, because I really, really want to make you mine." He said with a wide grin on his face once I finally pulled away from his lips. He locked the door behind us and took me by the hand.

"Can I get you anything? I can show you around later, but I want to make you feel at home, so to speak."

"No sir, I know here is my place. By your side, always willing, able, and ready to serve you in however you wish." I said as I tilted my head to look at my feet.

"Not yet, but soon. For now, Candice, follow me." He said as he tilted my head back. I took this to mean that, for this first time between us, we would make love as equals. I didn't know if this was because he wanted to show me what I would soon be missing out on, or if it was because he loved me as much as I did him. But honestly, I didn't much care.

I followed him back to his room, looking around as much as I could on the way there. He had a pretty big place. His front room was big and open, with enough room for a fire place in one corner, a couch, love seat, and an over stuffed chair, all in black leather. A glass coffee table, and end tables, and a pretty impressive plasma screen t.v. The dinning room was off to the right, and he had a mahogany dinning table, and a china hutch with what I assumed to be his family crest. The kitchen was just above the dinning room, it was double ovened, and had an island in the center of the room. It was all stainless steal, and black marble tops. All the floors were hard wood. He lead me back to his bedroom, opened the door, and picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

I could feel his strong arms supporting my waist, and his gentleness as he laid me on his bed. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity, all the while his hands roamed my entire body, and mine his. Very tenderly he un-did my dress, and pulled it down off my shoulders, off my arms, to my waist, then my hips, and finally off my legs. He trailed kisses from my mouth, to my neck, to my right arm, and then each finger in turn, then the palm of my hand, back up my arm. He paused at my right breast, and sucked my hard nipple into his mouth, letting his tongue play with it, lightly biting at it, all the while massaging it with his hand. Then he kissed the side of my waist, which tickled a little, and I laughed. He then kissed my hip, and the calf, the top of my foot, the bottom of my foot, back up the calf, to my inner thy. Then without any sort of warning his kiss found my vagina, and shortly there after he was working me with his tongue. Flicking at my clit with it, stabbing it deep inside of me. He sucked on my clit, and stroked it, never once touching me anywhere other than my hips, he brought me to climax. My legs tightened, my toes curled, my hips flew off the bed, and I screamed;

"OH GOD YES SHAYNE!!! OH SHAYNE!!" All he did was to tighten his grip on my legs, and pull me in closer to his face, as I came over and over again, coating his face with my cum. Once I had nothing left, and I was left to tremble and shake from the sheer force of the orgasm, Shayne started to kiss down my left leg, and back up in the exact same manner and places as his kisses found on my right one. Then my waist, which still tickled, and breast which got the same explorations as the other, which sent shivers down my spine. To my left arm, then neck, and finally back to my mouth. Then I felt the tip of his cock rub against my vagina, and I broke the kiss to gasp.

"It's okay, Candice, I'm going to go slow. I don't want to cause you any pain, if you want me to stop we'll stop." He reassured me.

"I'm okay, it felt good, I trust you." He gently massaged my vagina with the head of his manhood. Slowly inching it deeper and deeper inside of me, and pulling out ever so slightly over and over again, until he came to my hymen, which made him pause.

"Ready?" He whispered.

"Yes." I moaned. And that was all the push it required for him to plunge through my hymen. It did hurt as his swollen cock filled my virgin hole, he even managed to give me a nice tear. But just as quickly as the pain came, it went as I was taken over by a brand new wonderful feeling. Suddenly I became aware just how good penetration felt. I enjoyed every inch he had to give me, I felt every wrinkle and blood vessel, even every ridge. I felt how deep he could get inside of me, how it felt like he was in my uterus.

"Oh God! Shayne! Your cock feels soooo good." I moaned out as I arched my back, and let the orgasm have me.

"Good baby. You're so tight, I had forgotten how amazing it is to fuck a girl like you... That's it baby, cum all over my cock... It feel sooo good when you squeeze it like that." He moaned in return as he quickened his pace and vigor.

Sweat started to form over both our bodies, and our breathing became labored. Then he pushed in really deep, and adjusted his angle, which caused another mind blowing orgasm for me.

"Oh God Shayne, I'm gonna cum again... Oh fuck me Shayne!!" I cried out as my body shook. I dug my nails into his back, and pulled my hands across it. I must have drawn blood because shortly thereafter I could smell the faint scent of iron. But from his reaction, I don't think Shayne cared.

"FUCK!!!" He grunted out, and started to really pound in and out of me. "Keep doing that, and I'll pound you into the ground." He said, so I scratched his back again, harder this time.

"AAARRRRRRGGGGG!" He grunted through his teeth, and true to his word, he went deeper, harder, and faster than he had previously, and bit into my breast at the same time cutting into my tender flesh. Needless to say I let out a shrill shriek of pain. But I did not want him to stop either, so I dug my nails into his back again, and let my hands go over the width of his back. And had another massive orgasm.

"Oh God Candice, I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna.... Oh God YES! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" He growled through clenched teeth. And I felt him release load after load into me. After he came, he sort of collapsed there in my arms, still hold my breast in his mouth. Sucking gently at my wound. He laid like that, and I underneath him, lightly caressing his bloodied back until he went soft inside me and slid out.

"Oh Candice, that was truly some of the best sex I have gotten in the past three years. Thank you. God the things I'm gonna do to you..." He said as he lifted himself up to look me in my face.

"I'm sorry? And I can't wait." I said.

"Why are you 'sorry'?" He inquired.

"I'm sorry that you're girlfriend is such a sucky lay." I said before I kissed his neck tasting his salty wet flesh.

"Mmmmmm... What girlfriend?" He moaned.

"In the car, on the way to the mall you said something about 'your girlfriend"." I reminded him.

"Heh, fuck, I'm sorry. She and I split about seven months ago now. I haven't been with anyone till now. She was a good lay. Just not the best I've ever had." He said before kissing me.

"Oh." I said. "Who's the best lay you've ever had?" I asked half hoping he would say my name.

"A woman by the name of 'Phoenix'. She's the one who trained me, and since then I've never had sex that could compare." He said as he got out of bed turning his back to me.

"Oh." I said slightly hurt and disappointed at his response.

"Don't worry, you were in the top five." He said as he turned to face me and let that sly smile cross his face again.

"Top five? Huh?" I said with a look of sheer determination on my face.

"Yes, the top five. Now, get up, we should shower and I have to get you home before they think we've both been kidnapped or something. Remember you still have to be groomed."

"Well, I'll just have to change both of those." I said as I got up and walked into his bathroom.

"Good luck with one of those. The other women had more experience than you do, and I'm not easy." He teased as he grabbed my waist, and pulled me back to him, with my back to his chest he hissed; "And you need to learn the rules for this lifestyle, and until you do I will never be 100% satisfied with you. I don't have patience for obstinate rich bitch sluts, now I take hot showers, so get used to it when you shower me."

"Yes sir." I said as we stepped into the shower, and he turned the water on.

"Now, with anything this involved, there are methods of stopping it without hurting the mother board, so to speak. Things like 'safe words', or 'safe actions'. I don't want you to always be my nasty little cock whore. Say like when we're out in public, aside from a club or party that I may take you, but I'll tell you about that should we even get that far. But if we're on a date, or with your family I want you to call me Shayne, hunnie, baby, fuck-nuts, anything you'd like. And I will never punish you for doing so. The same goes for certain days where I will want to be intimate with you, but not your master. But those times you will have to earn, you will have to be such a good, sweet cum dumpster for two weeks in a row before you get to be my equal again. I will never again leave a mark on your body without permission, and I will never do anything to you that you are not comfortable with and willing to do as well. I will never lay with another woman like I just laid with you while I lay claim to you, unless you are some how involved. And even then, I would never do that if you weren't okay with it as well. Not I'm not naïve enough to think that I will claim you forever, but while I do you are to never lay with another man unless I command you to. Is that understood and agreed upon?" He finished as he started to wash my body.

"Yes, what words and actions should I know to communicate with you when I've had enough?" I requested.

"Yellow is the word for when you don't want to continue on what it is we are doing, or about to do. Red is the word for when you want to stop playing the game, if you say that you go back to being Candice, my girlfriend, and I go back to Shayne, your boyfriend. Snap twice on the left hand is the action for the word yellow, and two snaps from your right hand is the action for the word red. You can snap from both hands, right?" He said as finished washing me.

Snapping both my hands at once, I said: "Of course."

"Good. Now take this razor and shave that bush off. I like my cunt smooth."

"Yes sir." I shaved my pussy, and after ever rinse, Shayne was there to give it a good inspection, and if he didn't like what he saw and or felt, he would slap one of my breasts, and tell me to shave it again. It took five slaps before he was satisfied.

"Took you long enough! Is this how you please me?" He commanded.

"No sir, it isn't." I replied humbly.

"Then my dumb slut, show me how it is you please me. Get on your knees, and suck my cock!" He spat at me. I immediately did as told, taking his softened member into my mouth and sucking it back to life.

"Not too bad of a little cock sucker are you? Yeah, you must have sucked cock before. Bet you think you're something fucking special now. Well get that stupid thought out of your head. You suck dick like shit. Fucking take it all the way in your fucking mouth. Gag on it... No, not like that, like this!!" He said as he grabbed the back of my head, and rammed it down his cock till my face was buried in his pelvis, and I choked on his cock. "That's a good girl. Hold it there, right there..." He trailed off as he rammed into my mouth like he had done with my cunt just moments ago.

"God I could fuck that face of yours for hours now, just like this..." He said as he broke his hold, and let me pull my head off his cock to catch my breath, before pushing my mouth back onto his cock. "Keep sucking that cock. Look at me. Tell me you're mine with your eyes. Make me believe it with your mouth... That's a good girl. Yeah, you suck cock like you want a mouth full of cum. Do you want that you cock-sucking whore?!"

"Mmmmm hummmm." I muffled out.

"Take it all the way into your mouth now. Choke on it, that's it... Mmmmm, quicker...Faster.... Oh yeah... You ready for my cum? You better swallow all of it like a good little cock sucker..."

"Mmmmm hummmm."

"Ohhhhh, y—e—a—h... Here I cum... Fucking... Fucking swallow it all... Swallow all of it! Fucking slut! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!" He hollered out. And I did, I made sure that I swallowed every time he shot into my mouth. And when he was finished he took his cock from my face, and slapped me in the face with it as he said; "That's a good little cock-sucking bitch. I want you to lay down now, and finger yourself, while I watch and wash up." I got down into the tub and laid there, spread my legs, and my lips with my left hand, so he could see everything I did. And used my right hand to rub my clit, and fuck myself. It hurt a little to hold it open and play with it right after sex, and the hot water burned my delicate skin, but I wasn't about to stop.

"Oh yeah, that's a girl. Oh yeah play with that sweet tight cunt. Now, slap it." Slightly shocked that he wanted me to slap myself, I did as I was told and gently tapped my exposed cunt.

"No, you can slap harder than that. Slap it harder." He scolded. I slapped myself again, this time a little harder.

"Now, is that how I would slap you? Slap yourself like if you were me. Slap it harder." I slapped myself again, this time twice as hard as before knowing that he would have me continue to do such until I slapped myself to his satisfaction.

"I'd slap you harder than that dumb cow. Now fucking slap harder!!" I slapped my cunt as hard as I could, and he said; "Good. Now do it again. And again. And again. And again. And again!" He said in quick repetition. And I did as I was told. He bent down and put his face to my face.

"Now, next time I tell you to do something, you will know to do it, or else you will be punished as I see fit, for as long as I see fit. Fucking bitch." He spoke as he slapped me across my face. His face looked so mean than, that I wanted to cry. "Get up on your knees, turn away from me, I want to see your ass in the air while I rise off." So instead of crying, I turned over, and got on all fours.

"That's a good bitch. My little bitch in heat." He said shortly followed by the water being shut off. We got out, and before I could dry myself, I was instructed to dry him. Then we both got dressed.

"If you carry a pad on you, you should wear it for a little while. You can still bleed a little bit after your first time. I'm going to change the sheets." He said as he left the bathroom. I felt what he meant, so I put the pad in my panties, and gingerly followed him to the bed room.

"Do you need any help?" I asked as I put my bra on.

"No, you've done wonders for me already Candice. I'll give you a few days to recover before I have you again. Out of curiosity, are you on any form of birth control? Or do I need to get you some?" He asked.

"No, I'm on the depo shot, Dad had me put on it as soon as I got off the plane when I was 16. He was convinced that I was going to just suddenly start to fuck everything I could. Don't know why, but it was awkward having that talk with him, and than having him take me to the doctors. But I'm glad he did, it's made my life have to potential to be pretty awesome." I blushed.

"Great. Tell your dad thanks for me, would ya?" He said as he winked at me.

"Don't be a loser face." I said as I shuddered at the thought. He simply laughed at me, and pulled out his phone and within second he was on the phone with my mom.

"Hey Mrs. G., got Charlie, she forced me into going to the mall with her, so now I'm going to force her to sit through dinner with me, while I coax out all the latest details of her life, before I bring her home. With a new baby around, I doubt I'll get another chance to do so for a long, long time. Any time Mrs. G. any time. I don't know where I'll take her yet, do you like sushi? Wonderful, can I grab you anything as well then? No, no trouble at all, after all the snacks and such you sent home with Brendan! We never went hungry in college, in fact I think we both gained weight. Alright, I'll grab those before we leave and send them home with Charlie. See you later Mrs. G." and he closed his cell phone, and started the car.
Climbing in and buckling up, I turned to him and said; "So, we're in a relationship?"

"I'd like to be, yes. Why, don't want me as your boyfriend?" He said as he pulled out of his driveway.

"No. I'm just saying, I would understand and all." I said shyly.

"Understand what?" He faced me and said.

"If you didn't want people to know, I mean I am 18, and you're 23."

"So? You're legal, if you weren't, we'd be waiting till you were. But your age, or who you are doesn't matter to me. You're my girlfriend, and I don't care who knows. Tell everyone, or no one. But everyone I know will know, so sooner or later, everyone you know will know. " He reassured me.

We drove to a restaurant, and went in. "How does a nice quiet table suit you? Normally I prefer to sit at the bar, you can watch the sushi being made. It's really an art. One day we will have to sit there so you can see. But tonight, I believe all I want to look at is you." We took our seats, and made our drink orders. He pretty much ordered all the sushi, as I had never had it before. But told me I could order anything else off the menu as well. So I ordered a Hibachi Chicken with wild rice. That I knew I liked! But I soon found out that I enjoyed everything he had me try, and in most cases ate more of. The entire time he would hold my hand, rub my leg with his under the table, and stare contently into my eyes. We finished our meal talking of everything, and getting to know one another on a more intimate level.

"So what should I say, or do if I want to play when we're not?" I asked coyly.

"Green, or show me that you aren't wearing panties." He said.

To be continued, maybe.

My wantom English Slut.

I had kept him in chastity for a month-not touching him, but allowing him to listen as I pleasured myself-watch as the actors on the screen fucked the hours away. Telling him, in great detail how my lovers set my body on fire in ways he never could. I kept him in chastity until he was dripping with want-until he was begging me to take his arse, crying out how badly he wanted to serve, how desperately he wished I would take him back to Roman’s a place I would take him from time to time when the mood struck me to have him service complete strangers. Such a depraved filthy little bitch he becomes when I keep him so long in chastity.

“Please, Goddess,” He would grovel, “Please let me serve!”

“Oh, but my precious Mary, you are serving.” I would respond as I caressed his balls. Which always incited a pathetic little whimper. “Oh, Mary, they are getting so swollen, so full. Must be so hard, and painful.”

“Yes Goddess.” He responded in defeat.

A month, then two-still not release, no penetration-no use. Only tease, only fulfillment for his imagination, and days filled with memories of how tight, warm, and wet a pussy felt around his aching cock. He would moan in his sleep for release, and still, he found none.

His routine was identical every day-wake up, watch a porn, or me getting off, get dressed-go to work where his desires were concealed by his white lab coat. And then drive home, hoping that today would be the day I would take the key from between my tits, and unlock him. He would walk up the stairs, come into the flat and changed out of his black trousers and white button up starched collared shirt, and into his maids dress and heels. Ceasing to be David a respectable English gentleman, and into Mary my wanton English slut.

I had done this to him before, keeping his cock locked for my amusement, but never quite this long... It was a test. A test to see if his will could be broken, if he would go mad from the want of it. It was an experiment, and he only knew the over-view of it.

When I was sure he was on the brink of madness, that is when I decided to play with him...

I had taken off work early, and let myself into his flat, disrobed in his room, and lay sprawled on him bed. Playing with myself absent-mindedly as I flipped through scenes in his porn collection. It wasn’t long before I heard his key in the lock to his front door, and heard him enter the flat. He let out a long sigh as he set his briefcase down by the front door. He went straight to the kitchen where I heard him put the kettle on. He was making his normal spot of tea, then he walked into the loo, I could hear him draw a bath.

“Good girl.” I said to no one, he was getting rid of all that pesky hair. Which didn’t take him long, he drained his water, and then appeared in the doorway to his room, where he saw me on his bed, my knickers around my ankles.

“Goddess!” He said surprised.

I looked at his pale stature, covered in only a towel.

“Yes.” I proclaimed in my seductive tone, drawing out the ‘s’ sound. “Now, drop the towel, come here, let me look.”

Like a good girl, he did as he was told.

“Come, lay down.” I said as I patted the bed next to me.

He nervously laid down next to me, as I sat up on my elbow, running my finger tips up and down his chest, tapping them on the plastic the encased his cock.

“Does it please you, Goddess?”

“It will do Mary.”

“Thank you Goddess.”

“Now, you may service me.” His eyes lit up like a child on Christmas, and he dove head first between my legs, lapping me to orgasm. Had it not been for his chastity device, I’m sure the pure excitement of getting me off, would have led him to cum. And had it not been for our arrangement, I would have removed his device and felt him deep inside me. You see it’s not that David, as a man is not enough, or tiny, he is actually a very skilled lover, but this is what turned both of us on-knowing that I hold the power over him, over his orgasms. But with his head between my thighs one can forget just what kind of arrangement we have, how deftly he darts his tongue in and out, fucking me with it, lapping at my clit, holding tightly to my hips, as I drove my body onto his face, and then yanked up as I screamed out in pleasure.

“Fuck Mary! Fuck Mary!! Oh-God Mary!!” I called as I reached the peek of my enjoyment.

He eased off, licking lightly, nuzzling my inner thighs, until I was able to breath again.

“Did that please you, Goddess?”

“Yes, Mary, you always please me.” I said as I pulled for him to lay on top of me, feeling his heart race under that beautiful pale skin, as our tongues danced around each others in our mouths.

.....As always, to be continued.

Daddies and their Daughters.

Warning--This story contains graphic scenes of incest, you have been warned.

“The key is to start them young. As young as possible. That way when you take the ‘big plunge’ they think it’s normal.” --John.

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“It’s bath time sweetie!” I called to my daughter, I heard her skipping down the hallway, and then she appeared in the doorway of the bathroom.

“Okay Daddy.” She said in her sweet little voice. By now she was old enough to bathe herself, but it was normal that I should help her wash, and supervise while she played in the warm water. I watched in silence as she pulled her pants and panties down and off her legs, and then pulled her top off. I noticed her tiny little breasts were becoming bigger, fuller, and I felt my cock twitch in my pants. I had to remind myself, not yet, but it wouldn’t be long now...

“Alright baby, get in the bath. You can play for a little bit, but then I will have to wash you up!”

“Okay Daddy.”

“And don’t forget to do your exercises!”

“I won’t Daddy! I’ll do them first!” She exclaimed as she got into the tub, she laid down and began them, I could see the water move as she tightened then relaxed her pelvic muscles-she was doing her kegels for me, to make her pussy super tight-just the way I wanted it to always be for me.

“Good girl, now you need to do 100 of them.”

“Yes Daddy. And then I can play?”

“Yes baby, then you can play.” She finished her exercises, and began to splash the water as she took to playing.

After a bit, I washed her body, feeling the tender mound of flesh between her legs, and noticed it was growing a soft patch of hair, her breasts where soft, and tender, her hips were becoming defined by a slight curve. My cock twitched again in the confines of my pants. I finished washing her up, drained the dirty water, and had her step out so I could dry her off.

“Okay baby, it’s bed time.” We walked out of the bathroom and up the stairs into her room, where I turned down the bed sheets, and she climbed into bed completely nude.

“Alright, comfy?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Good, now go ahead and open your legs so Daddy can help you relax.” I said, and she complied. It was always such a beautiful sight, her tight pink virgin folds laid open to me. Forcing my will not to tear off my pants and mount her right then and there, I placed my hand over her exposed pussy, and genitally started to massage her clit, working it a bit, before slipping a finger into her hole, moving it up and down, in and out, and then I positioned myself on her bed, and put my face close to her wet pussy, smelling her musk, listening to her shallow breaths and deep moans, I started to lick her sweetest spot, tasting her juices as I finger-fucked her some more, then simultaneously I withdrew my finger and pushed my tongue as deep as it would go into her, tongue fucking my daughter as she lay on her bed. Biting her lower lip, convulsing, her hips straddling my head she gasped as she came in my mouth, and all over my face.

“Oh Daddy! That feels soooo good! Daddy!!!”

“That’s it baby...” I said my face still in her box lapping up all her juices.

“Thank you Daddy.” She said as I got up from her bed. She undid my pants, and I let them fall to the floor. My cock sprang out as soon as my boxers fell, and she took my throbbing cock into her soft warm hands and began to stroke me.

“Now it’s my turn to relax you!” She said in excitement.

“Yes baby, but tonight, I want to show you how big girls help their Daddies relax. Ok?”

“Okay Daddy, show me how?”

“You’ll have to let Daddy sit down, and you’ll have to kneel in front of me.” She got out of bed, and knelt on the floor between my legs, her breasts bouncing slightly as she moved.

“Okay, baby, now you’re going to put your mouth over Daddy’s special tool, and suck on it, you’re going to want to make sure your mouth is very wet, and make Daddy very wet, and then move it in and out of your mouth. Do you think you can do that?”

“Yes Daddy.” She said as she positioned her mouth over my cock. She had been jerking me off for years, always licking her hands clean of my cum afterwards, so I knew she liked the taste. Slowly, genitally at first she began to suck my cock, then she started to bob up and down.

“Baby, let’s make a game of it, let’s see how much of it you can put into your mouth, but be very careful of your teeth, that would hurt Daddy very badly if you caught it with your teeth. Ok?”

“Okay Daddy, I’ll see how much I can fit, and try not to use my teeth!” She was a natural! She deepthroated me in her first go. It felt amazing to have my cock balls deep in her mouth-I could feel the tip of my cock enter her throat. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to bust a nut right then. But I had other plans for that...

“Baby, that feels amazing! You’re such a good little girl to Daddy.” I said as I caressed her hair. And when I was about to loose control regardless of what plans I might have had, I said;

“Baby, stop.” Which she did, “Take it out of your mouth, but hold your mouth open, and jerk it like normal, but when Daddy’s milk comes out, I want it to go right into your mouth, so hold it open wide. And when it happens don’t swallow it right away, hold it in your mouth for a bit, Ok?” I said between heavy labored breaths.

“Ok Daddy.” She said as she stroked me, and then held her mouth wide. I came fast, and hard-harder than I had in a long time, coating her tongue with my cum, stream after hot sticky stream it filled her mouth, and as told she held it in her mouth when I had finished, with only a few drops falling out onto her breasts. I let the last few drops cover her lips like a lip balm.

“Good girl, such a good girl.” I said as she sat there, her mouth filled with my cum.

“Okay baby, swallow for Daddy.” As she swallowed she made a “Mmmm-mmmm.” sound letting me know she enjoyed the taste of my cum.

“Daddy, you got some on my boobies.” She said as she licked her lips.

“I know baby, take your finger and scoop it up, then lick your finger clean.” She did. And the sight of it made my cock start to twitch alive again. But it was already late, and she had school in the morning, and I had work. So I pulled my pants up, tucked my spent cock back safely into them, and let her lay back down in bed.

I kissed her good night, pulled her blankets up around her, and walked out of her room, down the hall into the master bed room, where my wife was.

“Ah, Evelyn.” I greeted my wife.

“Sir.” She said. You see, much like I have been doing to my daughter, Evelyn’s father had done to her. He had trained her to be the perfect submissive-fuck-toy-slut. And occasionally John-her father would still come over at night, and let his daughter service him. Tonight was one of those occasions, as he stepped out from the bathroom.

“How was she John?”

“As good as always. And still warmed up. Though I’ve had her cleanse herself for you.”

“Good, good.”
“And how are things with Beverly?”

“Progressing nicely. She-like her mother, is a natural cock sucker. Took me to my balls in one go-no gagging, chocking, or vomiting.”

“Very good.”

“Yes. It was.”

“Well if you will excuse me, I must be getting home. Enjoy your night.” He said as he shook my hand, and patted his daughter on the head.

“Good night John. Would you mind terribly locking the door on your way out?”
“No problem.” He said as he left the room, I heard him descend the stairs, and walk out the front door, locking it behind him.

“Here.” I said as I snapped and pointed to the floor in front of me. Without hesitation, or words she knelt in front of me, opening her mouth as I stepped out of my pants and boxers, and removed my shirt. Like the cum hungry little slut she was, she began instantly sucking at my limp cock, until it was hard again.

“That’s it, taste your daughters spit on my cock, lap it up with your tongue.” She deftly sucked on my cock, moaning as it penetrated her throat.

“Hands behind your head.” I commanded, and she complied. I grabbed her hands, and began my assault on her mouth-forcefully fucking her face like a pussy, pulling, pinching, and tugging at her nipples with my free hand. This always made her moan more. I pulled my cock from her greedy mouth.

“Tell me what you are?”
“A dirty slut.” She responded.

“That’s right, a dirty slut.” I said as I slapped her face with my cock, before spitting on her face.

“Turn around, put your ass in the air. I feel like fucking it tonight, and you, my dirty slut, are going to beg me to.”

“Yes Sir.” She said, as she turned placing her face flat on the floor-spreading her ass open wide for me. “Please Sir, fuck my tight dirty hole. Fuck it good. Fuck it hard. Please I need you to fuck my ass raw!” She begged as she wiggled her ass in the air, panting, writhing, and moaning like the slut she was born to be.

Without a word I rammed my big, hard cock deep into her ass. She moaned loudly and then said;

“Thank you Sir. Thank you so very much for fucking this slut’s ass.” She began to buck up against my cock on her own, fucking herself with my cock.

“Thank you Sir! Your cock is so big Sir! It’s stretching my tight ass hole wide open! It feels sooooo good Sir, thank you!!” She said as I picked up the pace, holding onto her hips driving my cock deep into her ass.

“You’re welcome slut.” I said as I quickened the pace. I fucked her long and hard in her ass, pulling out ever now and then telling her to hold her dirty hole wide open, that I wanted to see it gape from my cock. Only to slam it back in-balls deep. I could feel the wetness grow between her legs as she came over and over from the abuse of her ass. And I, myself was getting close to cumming again.

“Turn around, finish me off with that well trained slut mouth of yours.” I said as I pulled out of her ass for the last time. She turned around again, and gulped my cock deep into her mouth.

“That’s it, suck the taste of your ass off my cock.... You love the taste of your ass, don’t you, slut?” She moaned a ‘yes’, and I face fucked her again. And as I came, she held it in her mouth until I was finished spurting my cum, sucked one last time to get every last drop out, and then with the cum in her mouth, she gargled, and played with it, letting some dribble out, only to scoop it back up and into her mouth with her fingers.

“Swallow.” I said and she did.

“Thank you Sir, you’re cum is delicious, and I appreciate the gift you continue to give me, when you let me drink it, and the gift you give me, when you use me.”

“You’re very welcome. Now, get into the shower. I must be cleaned, as do you.” I said, she jumped up, and went into the master bath, where she started the water, and filled her enema bag. She put the tube in her ass, and let the water-soap mixture fill her anal cavity, she then held it there as she was raised to to-while she washed me clean, then she washed herself, douching as well, before asking for permission to release the liquid from her ass. I gave it freely, and it came out clear. Then we got out, she dried me, then herself.

“And now-for punishment.” I said. This too was all a part of the training she knew, every night she would be punished, it did not matter if she had done something to deserve it or not. She spread her legs-wide, and bent over the foot of the bed, holding firm to the foot board, as I took out a belt, and let it fall across her ass, thighs, and pussy. When all were a bright red, and warm to the touch, she turned, and knelt before me, so I could slap each breast in turn and the top sides of her thighs.

“Thank you Sir, for punishing this slut. This will teach me to be a good slut for you Sir, now and always.” She said as she kissed each of my feet in turn.

“I know, you are welcome. Now turn down my bed. Tonight you are permitted to sleep next to me as a wife does a husband.”

~~~~To be continued.

“It is far better to over use the rod, then have a selfish misbehaved child. You must punish them, quickly, and severely, and then make no further mention of it.” --John

I had talked to John extensively upon marring his daughter. And one of the first things he told me, was he never ‘spared the rod’ with his daughter. In fact he would often punish her without her deserving it, ‘thus ensuring her good behavior.’ he stressed this to me. And so often times I would employ this tactic, not only with my daughter, but my wife as well. And it always served me well.

“Baby, what is that?” I asked my daughter once when I found an unopened bag of potato chips in her room.

“Chips Daddy.” She said.

“And what’s the rule about food in your bedroom?”

“I’m not supposed to have any here Daddy.”

“That’s right. Now, come here.” I said as I pointed to my lap.

“Yes Daddy.” She said as she placed herself over it, and slid her panties off her ass. I gave her, her spankings, leaving her ass nice and red from the punishment, and her face soaked with tears.

“You know, it always hurts me, more than it does you.”
“I know Daddy.”

“Good girl, now you’ll have to make it up to Daddy.”

“Yes Daddy.” She said as she took my hard cock from my pants and worked at it with her hands. Stroking it, using her lotion for lube, looking at me with her sweet innocent blue eyes, hoping that she was pleasing me, making me feel better after having to punish her so hard. And when I came, she caught as much of it as she could in her hands, and then licked them clean in front of me, eating my cum like a good slut should. I stroked her face, and said;

“Such a good little girl. Makes Daddy proud to know that his little girl is such a good one.”

“Thank you Daddy, thank you for punishing me, as I needed to be, and for allowing me to please you!” She said as I had always instructed her to say.

And I know, that, this might seem a bit harsh to some, but it was mild when compared to how John would punish Evelyn...

In addition to him coming over to my house when it fancied him to use his daughter as a father should, it was also customary that she go to his house every Sunday for their ‘sessions’. I would drop her off, and then take my daughter to a movie, or the mall, and then later come back and pick my wife up. Always leaving Beverly up stairs to watch a bit of television, then make my way into the basement, to collect my wife. This Sunday was no exception.

I walked into the basement, shut the door, and watched as John took a medium sized anal plug, and a latex glove out. Put the glove on, and then coated the plug with icy~hot, placed some on and inside her anal opening-lubing it up, and then without mercy slammed the plug deep into my wife’s ass. He finished by smearing a thing coat on each of her nipples. Then he whipped the excess off of her ass with a wet rag, and then continued to pound her pussy.

“That will teach you to cum without permission! Won’t it, you dumb slut!”
“Yes Daddy!” I heard my wife respond to her father.

“Does it burn?!”

“Yes Daddy!”

“Good!”

He continued to fuck her, until he was close to cumming, then he grabbed her by a fist-full of hair, and pulled her around to face him, pushed her down on her knees, and said;

“Open your slut mouth!” Before ramming his cock deep into her throat. He fucked her face for another min or so before his head tilted back, and shot his load down her throat. He pulled his cock from her mouth, and then-still with his hand gripping her hair, slapped her twice across each cheek.

“Thank you Daddy.” She said as tear spilled down her round face.

“Open your mouth, I’ll show you what selfish sluts get!” She opened her mouth, and he began to urinate into it. “Hold it open! And God help you if you fail to drink every last drop!” She gave a curt nod, and swallowed every drop of his piss. When he had finished he slapped her again.

“You’re just damned lucky I don’t have to defecate! Because you’d be eating that as well! And that would be your supper, I’d make sure of it!”

“Yes Daddy, thank you Daddy.”

“But, since that can not happen, I think this will have to do.” He said as he spun around, slightly bent over and pushed his daughters face into his ass.

“If you can not eat shit, you will at least taste it, and savor it! Now put your tongue deep into my asshole!” I watched as my wife buried her head in her fathers ass, and began to tongue his hole.

“Now, you may tell me how sorry you are.”
“Sorry Daddy.”

“For..?”

“For cumming without permission Daddy.”

“And..?”
“For being a dumb slut, Daddy.”

“Good. Now what are you?”
“A dumb slut Daddy.”

“That’s right.” He said then he moved forward enough to reveal my wife’s face, before pulling up his pants, turning back to face her, and spitting on her face. “You may wear that, and the plug home. You are not to remove either until your husband instructs you to do so. And should someone ask why you have spit on your face, you will reply; ‘because I am a dumb slut.’, understood?”

“Yes Daddy.” My obedient wife responded.

John then left the room. I heard him climb the stairs, and greet his grand-daughter. I looked my wife in her brown eyes, and she looked back at me for a moment, before tilting her head down in homage to my position over her, and embracement over what she had done.

Masking my delight at her suffering, I scolded her.

“How could you be so stupid? So worthless? You are not only a disappointment to your own father, but to me as well!”

“I know, I am truly sorry Sir.” She said meekly.

“Not nearly enough,” I said. “Take that plug in your ass, and pump it in and out.” She pushed on it and pulled it, but not to satisfaction.

“No! Pull it all the way out, then slam it back in all the way like you’re being fucked by a cock!”

“Yes Sir.” She said as she followed my exact instructions, wincing from the pain the icy~hot was causing.

“Count, 100.” I said indicating that she was to self-fuck her ass with a plug covered in icy~hot 100 times before I would consider her debt to me paid.

“Yes Sir.” And she did, letting the tears flow freely down her face.

“Good girl. Now, up on the table, open your legs, I’m going to punish what caused this grievance. But know, that, this hurts me, more than it does you.” I said as she positioned herself, and I removed my belt. I then proceeded to spank me recently fucked pussy, until she was sobbing uncontrollably.
“Thank you Sir.” She said when I had finished. And I patted her head, and told her she had made me proud by receiving her punishments so well. She dressed, and we went upstairs to collect our daughter who was found sitting comfortably on her grandfathers lap watching tv. We drove home in silence, as that is how I prefer to drive, when we made it home, I permitted my wife to wash her face, brush her teeth, and cleanse her ass and then shower. And not another word of the transgression was mentioned.

~~~To Be Continued.

“A daughter becomes a woman on her 18th birthday, until then her flower must never be touched, it may be tastes-for nothing tastes as sweet, but only on that day may she know the blood of womanhood.” ~John

The day of my daughter’s 18th birthday she had, had a party with her girlfriends at the house, to which my wife set up perfectly, as I watched on at all the young vibrant teenage girls in my house, jumping around, and swimming, showing their tight little asses, and perfect firm tits glistening with the water and sun-tanning oil that they all expertly spread over each other. Watching from my bed room window as my cock grew to attention, so much so that I was forced to call my wife up to the room and ravish her cunt filling it with my seed, before sending her back down to the party, her oozing out the cum that was just deposited there.

After the party was over, and the guests had gone home, my wife’s father came and took my wife for the night, so that my daughter could become a woman in the only appropriate place, my marital bed. Beverly said goodnight to her mother, and then it was just the two of us in the house.

“So Daddy, what are we gonna do now?” My sweet daughter asked still in her bikini.

“Well dear, today is a very special day for you, isn’t it?”
“Yes Daddy! I’m 18 now!!” She said with a beaming smile.

“Yes, you are. And that means a special treat. So why don’t we get you all washed up.”
“Okay.” She said as she made her way in front of me into the bathroom, where I drew her a bath, and she undressed. She climbed into the warm water and laid down.

“Being that you will soon be a woman, it’s important that you be very clean.” I said as I washed her throughly.

There was no time to play, so as soon as she was washed up, and dried off, I took her to my bedroom, and stood on the side of the bed, as I instructed her to kneel in front of me and undo my pants.

“Should I help you relax Daddy, with my mouth?” She asked.

“Yes.” I said as I sat down and let her take my pants all the way off, as I removed my shirt. Instantly I felt her hot wet mouth around my cock as she sucked me off. I didn’t try to hold out, but filled her mouth with hot cum quickly, letting her swallow right away.

“Now, lay here,” I said as I patted the spot where her mother normally slept, “I want to talk to you.”

“Okay Daddy.” She said as she climbed up on the bed. Once she was comfortable, I let my hand play with her hot little slit, flicking her clit with my fingers, until she came.

“Oh, Bev look what you did.” I said as I glanced at my once again erect cock.

“I’m sorry Daddy! I’ll make it better.” She said as she started to move to suck it again.

“No. I don’t want to fuck your mouth again, as well as you do, do it.”
“Daddy?” My daughter had never heard me say such words before.

“I want to stick my cock deep in your cunt, and let you experience what I already know.”

“What’s that Daddy?” She said.

“That you are a wonderful little cock slut, that you live to be fucked, to suck cock-just like your slut mother.”
“But Daddy... You said it was a sin to let any one inside my sweet cave.”
“No, I said it was a sin to let anyone in there without my permission. Now, lay down.” I said as I pushed her gently but forcefully back onto the bed, spreading her legs as I knelt before her.

I rubbed the head of my cock against her wet slit, pre-cum came oozing out.

“Now this may hurt a bit, but the more Daddy takes his baby girl like he does his wife, the less it will hurt. But even though it may hurt you, you are to never let on by moving away. You are to always enjoy the pleasure of being used. Understand?”
“I think so Daddy.” She said as she relaxed her muscles, as I pushed my rock hard cock deep inside her virgin pussy. It was tight, and hot around my shaft, I felt her hymen with the head of my cock, and with one violent push I felt it tear away, she tensed slightly, whimpered, and a tear rolled from her clenched eyes.

“Open your eyes, look at me slut.” I commanded. She did as told.

“Ooo, baby, you’re so tight. You feel so good around my cock.” I said as I pushed in and out of her cunt. She lay there like a dead fish, so I grabbed her tit, in one hand, and sucked on her nipple, until she began to moan.

“That’s it baby, move your hips up to meet mine. Fuck that cock. Tell Daddy how good he feels fucking that pussy.” I said.

“Daddy, it is starting to feel good, like it does with your mouth, and fingers.”
“Good. Tell Daddy how good his cock feels.”
“Daddy, your cock feels very good.”
“In your pussy. Say it.”
“Daddy, your cock feels so good in my pussy--Daddy, it’s so big!”

“Oh yeah, tell me what a slut you are for Daddy’s cock.”
“Daddy, I’m a slut for your cock, please Daddy, keep making my pussy feel so good with your cock.”
“Daddy’s little slut.” I growled in her ear.

“Yes Daddy, your little slut.”
“I wanna cum in my little slut-beg me for it.”
“Daddy, please cum in your little slut, please Daddy! Fill me with your cum!!” And I did. I filled her tight little cunt with cum. And then let her clean my cock off with her mouth. Then she fell asleep on my chest, in my arms, and through out the night I would roll her over and she’d wake up to find my cock deep inside her once more. I spent that night filling my daughters belly with cum. Secretly wishing I had not put her on the pill two years ago, so that with every deposit a baby girl might be born.

I don't know what happened to my journals... :( But they are all gone. Which makes me sad... So I don't know what to do, there doesn't seem to be any site that will let me have my journal entries/stories up for long... :((