Well here we are she thought, waiting for him, she looked out the window onto the mountain, peaceful and quiet for now. Always a challenge this one, but always fun. It was worth the takedown with him, to get to that pure surrender, a lot of work and well worth it. With that she took the last sip of wine, setting the glass near the counter’s edge and put some music on, and began to get ready.
It was always like a ritual, fingers slipping over all her different clothes, and with a knowing smile tonight was not about sweet and lace, tonight was about rob.. the very first thing she did was take out her boots and place them on her dresser. God he loved those, and she adored the fascination he had with them. Clean, dirty, didn’t matter he always got excited and always had a willing mouth.. along with everything else.
She let her long hair down with a shake, a quick glance in the mirror and even she saw how excited and sparkling her eyes were… oh he was in trouble tonight, and with that she threw her head back with a hearty laugh. Distracted, no longer going through the clothes she began to go through toys.. . canes out against the wall, floggers laid out on the table, rope and cuffs and leather binders all finding their place. Adding a new leather strap.. this one special, it wrapped over her boot with room for the dildo so she could wear these boots he so adored and foot fuck him, face down onto the carpet, ass high and marked in the air.. yep tonight was going to be fun.. wait till he sees this she thought. And yet there was more.
She looked towards the closet, a big shopping bag dropped off by her trainer friend, a full smile covered her face knowing she had a few surprises for the brat tonight. She loved the fact that he played hard, it just brought out the best in them both. Pushing each other, daring out that inner beast.. she loved the look in his eyes when she had him.. down, owned, taken.. tonight was going to be big fun.
Opening yet another drawer, she threw the strap-on onto the bed next to the shopping bag.. special, tonight was going to be very special. And with a glance, she looked at the clock, time to stop dreaming and get ready.
She never dressed in any order, oddly enough the things that made her feel a certain way went on first.. sitting on the edge of the bed as she put on her thigh highs.. and then with a twinkle of her emerald eyes, stepped into her boots, zipping them up as she wriggled her foot getting comfortable. She only wore these on occasion. They weren’t clean she thought with a smile and they will be soon. Basically naked she stood before the mirror. At last adding a leather thong, leather corset with studs.. her fighting gear she thought with a laugh. Some red lipstick, she knew she looked good.
She waited for his arrival- first time visiting her at her retreat, high up in the mountains, no one around anywhere she thought with a grin. Music on, dressed, candles lit, one last walk around when she heard the car drive up and a swift knock at the door. She didn’t answer, instead of throwing from the upper window cuffs and collar with one single word “Strip”. She caught his eyes as they shot up at her… one, two, three seconds passed as she finally said.. “Is that a no?” Immediately he began removing clothing when she yelled back .. “Leave the boots on” and laughed out loud.
He was beginning to sense her mood, was a bit weary but his excitement was obvious… nothing nice tonight.
Finally he appeared at the bottom of the stairs and all he could do was look up, and when he did, his eyes first locked on her boots, those boots, then slowly up her leather-clad body till their eyes locked. He was beginning to swell with excitement, no hiding anything now. Naked, cuffed and hard.. and yes, she liked him just like that, as he was now accustomed to be. Descending the stairs slowly, his eyes flickered back to those damn boots. She had all she could do to not smile, she felt so damn good.. and so very ready.
“Knees” was all she barked out, and he dropped quick.. he had an ever-growing place in her heart, but that was for another time. Tonight they were bull and bullfighter, she made herself laugh, if he only knew what they did to the bull’s balls.. ha.. go figure.
Reaching him she kicked his legs wide apart, one leg with the boot tip, the other full foot on. She wrapped her gloved hand into his hair and yanked his head back hard as her right hand struck from nowhere slamming into his cheek, leaning forward her breath hot, sweet, close to his lips, she sucked in his bottom lip and bit down hard. That bitter coppery taste filled into her mouth, the scent filling her.. she had drawn first blood. When he went to kiss her she slapped him again hard. Noting the change in his eyes.. the resolve, that.. that, certain look. It was on.
“Evening Mistress, I am here to serve as you wish” he muttered. “Are you rob, are you truly here for how “I” wish?”. .. then she continued, tonight is consensual, nonconsensual play”… “shit” was all she remembered him mutter, yet when she looked back down at him.. hard as a rock, she just laughed. And with that simple exchange, began the evening.
Hand still wrapped into his hair, she dragged him into the back room, leaving him crawling, scrambling to find his footing to barely keep up with her. It was all dark, except the back brick wall was lit. She stood him there, about 2 feet from the wall with a sharp “Don’t move.” being the only spoken words.
She began to circle him, slowly.. a pinch here, a tug there, a punch and tug as if she was inspecting him. Pressing up against his back, her full breasts in spikey studs digging into his back, but he only leaned back against her more. Her breath was hot on his neck and shoulders, biting into him, teeth sinking into his neck, shoulders, arms.. and the hardest bite on his cute tush. Leaving the first of many marks to come his way that night.
She walked around to face him, their eyes locked yet again, fire in each.. the beast was out in them both. She lifted her hands slapping hard open-handed onto his chest. He barely staggered and kept his gaze. Over and over the hits got harder, chest reddening, breath hard and quick, yet he barely blinked, almost puffing out his chest for the next blow, which he gladly got.
She was short, yet solid and finally a closed fist double blow threw him back to the wall, as he tried to catch his step, one quick knee to his groin just about made him slump against the cold brick. She watched him fight to catch his breath, eyes watering but always so tenacious she thought. Finally, he corrected himself and stood again, as before off the wall. She slammed her hands against him, throwing him back, practically bouncing him off the wall, over and over, yet he came back up to her, and the fucker dared to laugh.
One quick punch to the face and kick to his balls sent him reeling back, and slumping down.. again their eyes were locked, she stepped forward, her foot over his cock and balls. Her foot lowered, touching, rubbing, and slowly pressing as he held her gaze.. “Who are these?”.. “Your Ma’am”.. absolutely right boy she said aloud. She continued to assert more pressure, feeling the flesh flatten underfoot and slapped him hard yet again. With that, she saw some color.. nice.. very nice.
Putting her full weight and then pulling him forward to his knees while he caught his breath, she pressed up against him, her scent filling as there was no doubt of her excitement. She felt his hand reach out, and travel up from her ankle when she froze “ Who told you to touch?”. She kicked hard, the blow forcing him back, laid him out onto his back. He tried to curl, protecting himself, and with one threatening look, as much as he wanted, he relented with a shiver, laying back as she kicked his legs wide apart and spread eagle. Sharp kicks to his inner thighs brought colorfast. She looked at him carefully, noting that by now he had found his happy place.
She attached a long cold chain leash and without even looking back dragged him from the house into her meadow.. laying him out against a large rock that stood on edge on her property.. besides the rock was a bag, one he hadn’t noticed before, and she removed her leather gloves, stuffing them into his mouth, not for quiet but for effect. In the bag was a pair of training gloves.. small boxing gloves a friend had leaned her earlier.. she put them on, taking a jab at him to see how it felt, he moaned loud into the muffle of leather.
She began to work at his body, shots to his face, chest.. a hard blow to his side making him double over as she had a quick upper jab, too bad he didn’t know what she did in her spare time .. any time he dared moved, she pushed back against the rock.. no toys tonight just her hands. His lip was swollen, but there he was, tall, beautiful and defiant. She worked him over until he finally fell to his knees.. she removed the gloves.. her hands now tender to his flesh, rubbing over swells and marks. She headed to the house with a quick look over her shoulder and a “Don’t move” was all she spoke.
From the kitchen she could see him, barely moving, but rubbing parts of his body, with a smile she knew he was sore.. she emerged drinking some water and looked at him in the moonlight. Beautiful he was, he leaned forward towards her, and one kick took him to the ground reeling yet again. “Who told you to move?” he tried to crawl but now we were in the woods, she picked up a switch,, nothing more then, a young branch and methodically worked him over, following him as he tried to crawl, tried to tell her that he needed a break, but she knew him all too well. The marks were beautiful, fresh stripes over the bruises, and what she couldn’t whip she kicked. For every defiant look or movement came a barrage of action, quick, flurry like, not giving him time to think.
Finally, panting he looked to her.. a single tear trailed down his cheek, and only then did she know she had him, surrendered, hers. “Ground” was the order barked and he laid quickly over the brush, moans and whimpers as she stood straddling over his face, her boots, the ones he loved literally on his hair.. “who owns you rob”, she stared down, both breathing hard, and she finally got a “you do M’lady” … she lifted her foot and placed it onto his face, heel against his mouth, toe against his forehead.. “You are literally under My feet rob, never forget”. She stepped hard holding him down, low, into his place. Eventually straddling over him, pale eyes looking deep into who he was as she lifted her skirt, golden drops marking the already marked body, as always he took this gladly.
At long last pulled him up and headed back into the house.. far from over.. but the surrender had been won.
He was furious with me for being such a brat….. for behaving poorly and not caring if my antics hurt him or not. He was tired of my being selfish and difficult….. So as the door slammed hard, I quickly turned to see him
standing there, already unbuttoning his pants. My heart began pounding in my ears. The sickening (and yes, exciting…) “thwick” as his belt leaves the loops…. His face tells me this beating will leave marks….. his eyes flash with barely-controlled rage. I realize that I’m caught between the bed and the wall…. my only escape is to flee over the bed or turn and fight him off. Daddy is a wall himself, I’d never even make a dent. So I turn back and begin scampering across the big bed (fuck, WHY is it SO big??) – but before I’m even halfway across, I feel a hand clamp around my ankle and yank me back. A hard, stinging slap lands on my pajama-covered ass, followed by seven more in very quick succession. Fear begins to well up in my chest as tears spring already to my eyes.
“You are not going ANYWHERE. You deserve what you get….. you asked for this,” he growls in my ear, his deep voice almost shaking with anger. Not one to be quietly subdued, my fight or flight instinct once again takes over and I begin to violently thrash in an attempt to get away from him. A low, angry growl escapes his throat as he pulls me half off the bed, trapping one arm quite painfully behind my back, and my legs down with one of his. I am hopelessly pinned. A prisoner. DAMN his Army training!
“You’re only making it worse for yourself, Little One,” he says, his voice like ice – and for an instant, I believe he wants me to make it harder on myself!
With deft hands, Daddy begins yanking clothes off me, leaving only my tank top. I suddenly feel the cold air from the bedroom fan as it breathes across my newly bared ass cheeks, and I feel a slight twitch in my pussy as I hear Daddy suck in his breath as he sees my almost naked body. His hand tightens on my wrist as if angrier at me for having to be turned on at my nakedness. His thighs are like warm steel holding me firmly over the bed.
“Of course I never expected you to lie still and take it – but you’ve earned yourself extra for being such a bitch.” My breath catches in my throat… a bitch? I don’t know that I’ve ever seen Daddy so angry. His voice gets more clinical and cold with each word – and that scares me more than anything. And excites me, too. I meet his Vulcan demeanor with pure teenage determination. I say nothing.
In answer to my silence, I hear him fumble with his belt, looping it up double and checking his grip on the ends. My blood turns to ice water, but I still refuse to say a word. I will NOT give him the satisfaction! My body betrays me, though, by beginning to tremble ever so slightly. And a further betrayal – growing excitement. The thought of Daddy whipping me, looking at my naked body, even his rage – all brings about a highly erotic state for me. I feel tingles in my pussy, knowing that it’s beginning to drip… and my nipples strain against the cotton of my tank top. What is happening to me?
Before I can begin to reason it out, however, I feel Daddy swing his arm up, and with a low, animalistic growl in his throat, he brings the belt back down on my young flesh. Pain races through my body like wildfire, and I scream out in spite of myself. “Aaaahhhhh, NO, DADDY! That HURTS! Stop!!” He acts as though he hasn’t heard, however, and a second – even HARDER, if that’s possible? – blow lands across the middle of my ass cheeks. The pain is absolutely unbearable… yet my nipples ache against my shirt, and I can already feel juices seeping down my thigh. My confused mind is at war with my body.
A third violent strike lands across the tops of my thighs, and I manage to squirm slightly away from his grasp, now that we’re both sweating a bit.
“You stay right where you are,” an almost unfamiliar voice growls in my ear, and a firmer grasp puts me back in place. “That’s another two for you.” Daddy’s words fly by me unnoticed, however, because I am transfixed by the hardness I feel against my thigh. I feel dizzy with the implications of his arousal – arousal at beating his one and only daughter. Or is it from seeing me naked? I am bombarded by thoughts and questions…
In rapid succession, three vicious blows fall on my already crimson ass and upper thighs, leaving nasty welts in their wake. I feel bruised and swollen. Gutteral sounds slip from Daddy’s throat as the rage pours from him – feeding on itself, rather than abating. I hear deafening screams and sobs, and only after a few moments do I realize that those raspy sounds are coming from my own throat! I struggle, but only enough to feel as though I’m not simply lying down and taking it – not enough to earn me a longer strapping. My heart threatens to rip out of my chest, and the sheets under me become soaked with my tears. Yet through all this… my pussy continues to throb, juice positively flowing down my legs and onto the side of the bed. I panic that he will be able to see… that he will know I’m a slut. Surely that would lengthen this hell?
“I hate you!” The words fly in a cry unbidden from my mouth, and panic surges anew, turning my skin to ice. I am truly afraid, yet a new emotion begins to emerge – a rage of my own. A new emotion smoldering in my belly like an infant, suckling at my embarrassment and fear.
I feel a cruel hand twist itself up in my hair and yank my head back, threatening to tear my head off. I scream and reach back to grip your arm, trying to free myself, in vain of course. You are surely possessed… your voice travels like little fingers to my pussy – stroking it, caressing it – ending all reason and sanity. “Good,” you growl, sounding so much like the wolves you prize. “That will make me enjoy this so much more.”
As if to emphasize your point, you wind up and deliver another two blows to my welted and blistered body, and before I know what’s happening, a low moan escapes my throat. You freeze, arm high in the air about to deliver another. I can almost hear the cranks in your head turning, reasoning out what you just heard. Within seconds you come back to yourself and bring that belt down, harder than the rest.
“From now on,” you spit at me, “you WILL think of someone other than yourself!” Two more blows, accompanied by guttural moans from you, end the tirade, and you finally let go of me. Eleven straps with your leather belt – and I vow silently to make you pay for each and every one. For every bruise, every welt. At this moment, I truly hate you… and hate myself for feeling so alive and aroused.
You stand there panting, waiting for my reaction. Slowly I peel myself off the bed, a mess of sweat, welts, bruises, a little blood – and completely soaked between my thighs, although I’m not sure you are aware of that. Slowly I turn to face you, and you blink in surprise at the rage barely contained on my tear-stained face. If submissive obedience and chagrin is what you expected, you are sorely disappointed. I straighten myself up, sticking my chin in the air. My voice drawls out in a hateful hiss – like water on hot coals. “Don’t you ever hit me again.” You can see that I’m trembling. With rage? Fear? Embarrassment? Or… something else? And then, in an irony that eludes only brave teenagers, I wind up and slap you across the face as hard as I possibly can. Which, for your daughter, is rather hard – sufficiently shocking you for a moment.
At that moment I realize my mistake, and turn tail to run as quickly as my shaky legs will carry me. I manage to get as far as the hallway before I hear you roar with fury and give chase. Panic springs in my chest and I run faster, but I only make it to the end of the hallway before you reach me – grabbing my hair and yanking me backwards into your broad chest. I scream. You don’t even notice… you don’t say a word as you slam me to the floor, knocking the wind out of my lungs. I look up helplessly as you throw all of your weight on top of me, pinning me to the cold wooden floor.
“That was a mistake, bitch – one that you will regret.” I see no trace of my loving Daddy in you now – only anger. Your eyes flash with the insanity of violence and the desire to inflict pain. In moments you have rid yourself of your boxers and T-shirt, and with quick yank – my tank top is ripped from my body. Your knees thud down between my legs, separating them, and as I struggle to regain my wits, you snarl as you look down at my naked, aroused body. Your eyes rake over me, taking in my painfully hard nipples, the sweat covering my skin, and the slickness covering my thighs. Bringing your eyes back to mine, your face slides into a sickening grin.
“Would you like to be my whore? Daddy’s whore?” Painfully, cruelly, you twist one nipple – and then the other. Alarm bells race through my body, causing me to struggle desperately against my bonds, which only enrages you further. With a snarl, you slap me – HARD! – not once, not twice, but three times across the face, scrambling my wits. I immediately feel the swelling begin – in my face, and further in my pussy. In my fear, all I can do is glare back at you.
Taking both my small hands in one of yours, you reach down to rip my thighs open, pulling my body closer to you. I know what is coming, and I am ashamed to feel my hips arching up to meet you. With one quick thrust, you push your thick, hard cock deep into my pussy – throwing your head back and crying out as you feel my hot, wet flesh close around it. Immediately you begin pounding into my young pussy, desperate to sate this lust.
“You bastard!” I’m barely able to spit out, in between guttural moans and choking sobs. “You bastard, how could you?” Yet my body betrays me yet again by matching your thrusts, wanting more. Needing more!
“Shut up, bitch – you begged for this. You fucking whore.” You fuck harder, deeper, trying to punish me. I only moan louder. In your mind, you see all the skimpy outfits I paraded around the house in… the boys I made out with downstairs or on the front porch… the time you watched through the crack of my door as I brought myself to climax with my glass dildo. And you punish my cunt for every thought.
It seems to go on for hours… being split open by my Daddy’s cruel thrusts, and cumming shamelessly all over his throbbing dick, coating it with my juices. Suddenly you begin to fuck faster, growling deep in your throat, gripping me painfully.
A desperate thought comes to mind and I push up almost to my elbows. “Don’t you DARE cum inside me, you fuck!” My voice is raspy and shrill with panic. I’m already close to another orgasm…
You slap me again, wait for me to register the shock, and then once more. My pussy twitches at the sheer enjoyment on your face. You are a sick man! Your breath comes in ragged bursts, and you lean down to growl in my ear, “I will cum in you, slut… and you will carry my seed in your belly.” My blood freezes.
And with a final thrust and howl, you explode deep in my pussy, causing a last orgasm to arch my back. We lay there for long moments, panting, sweating, trying to come back to our senses.
I arrived at the house a bundle of nerves but excited to be with you once again. You told me ahead of time just to walk in the door, you would already be ready and waiting for me. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as I entered into your domain. The house was dark, candlelight glowed around the room. It was very romantic. It took my eyes a bit of time to adjust to the light, and when they did I realized there was a figure kneeling just to my right. In a faint whisper, I heard “welcome my mistress“!
I very slowly walked towards you, taking in as much as I could. You had on a blindfold and nothing else. Your arms were crossed in front of you with your hands just holding onto your cock. Like you were ashamed to let me see that you were excited. Your breathing was slow and shallow with anticipation of what was to come. There was a pretty wrapped package in front of you with a single white rose upon it. I knelt down in front of you picked up the rose noticing that the thorns were removed at the lower half where I was to hold it. I took in the aroma of this lovely blossom and smiled, thought to myself; my slave is so good to me. With that, I placed the rose just at the base of your neck and drug its thorns down your chest. Not enough to tear the skin, but enough to show the red scratch marks. You inhaled deeply and arched your back moaning with happiness. I leaned closer to you my lips almost touching yours, I whispered, “thank you for the gifts”. And I kissed you gently on those soft pouty lips. I rested there for just a moment, taking in your essence. Your tongue escaped and parted my lips, searching for that delectable dance our tongues do so well. I love the way you kiss me, adoring and passionate! I backed away and quickly slapped you across the face! “I did not say you could kiss me, Slave”! The shock of this slap took your breath away and made your cock become more erect. With your head bowed in shame you cried out, “I’m sorry Mistress, forgive me. I could not help myself”.
Again I took the rose and let the blossom run up and down your chest. The soft peddles felt nice caressing your skin. I ran the peddles down your stomach to the top of your pubic hair. Ran it across your pubic region and I watched your cock leap at every touch. I let it glaze across the head of your cock the precum touched the peddles and made a silky stream. I bent down breathed ever so slightly at the head. Letting you know my mouth was close. You sucked your breath in with the hope I would take you. Your cock bounced about waiting for something to happen. I stuck my tongue out and just licked off your precum carefully not to touch any skin. You tasted deliciously sweet as I let it linger on the tip of my tongue. You moaned aloud wanting more but said nothing like a good Slave. I let my rose dance continue to stroke up and down your shaft, around your balls, I walked behind you and swiped it between your ass. Then I let the thorns touch your butt and pressed a little harder. You whimpered, I let the thorns scratch all the way up your back to the base of your neck. You let out a shudder and a loud cry of pain.
Falling over onto your hands, breathing heavily. Saying “thank you, Mistress”.
I looked around to see a table with some toys on it. There was a leather flogger, a riding crop, and a wooden paddle. I studied each one, glimpsed back at you on all fours and chose the flogger. With the scratch marks embedded from the thorns, the leather flogger will make perfect marks. I kissed the flogger, told you to take a deep breath and “crack” I let the first strike go right in the middle of your back. Before you even had time to recover I let blows two and three loose. You screamed out mercifully! Stated stop! Realized what you said you tried to compose yourself. I asked, “did you just say stop”? In a shallow voice I heard, “yes Mistress, I did”. Before you finished that phrase, I first flogged the left side of your ass, instantly the right. You went flat on the ground, howling and panting for every breath.
I stopped took in a profound lung full of air, raised my shoulders and head high, in a triumph full moment.
I squared down to your level in front of your face and said, “you lousy weak excuse of a Slave, get up and take your punishment like a good boy”! You composed on all fours, in a whisper said, “yes, My Goddess”. You inhaled and realized that my sex was right in front of your face. But you did not move, you have been trained well.
I grabbed your ears and in a sharply inhaled breath, I smashed your blindfolded face into my pussy. You open your mouth and sucked on my cum soaked silk panties. In the excitement, you pulled my panties down just enough to have your mouth clamp down upon my clit. I was rock hard! Your erotic whimpers cried out for more. As your tongue touched me, my body involuntary shuddered uncontrollably. My orgasm was near. The closer I got the harder you sucked. In a few final seconds, I grew still, my cunt throbbing with wanting release…and you pulled away! Knowing that I love this type of torture. I breathed as deep as I could to stop my orgasm from releasing. Smiled at you, knowing you that you could not see me. And whispered, “you are my silver-tongued devil, you do know how to please me”! “yes, my Goddess”! Was all I got.
We both calmed down, you got back on all fours, I stood tall. I traced your back admiring my work, the welts were picturesque. I knelt behind you, kissed and licked my way around your ass. I opened your cheeks, sucked and probed my tongue deep into that abyss. “Goddess, I fucking love you”! Was spoken aloud. These words I crave to hear! I absolutely melted!
I ignored these words of adornment, kissed that ass, spit on the abyss…licked my two fingers and forced them into this trench of love canal I claim as my own. Screams howled through the house. As your sphincters gave way to a fierce entrance. I explored as deep as I could find the prostate. Massaging it, making your cock dance. I reached with my left hand and squeezed your balls as hard as I could. Moans of pain and pleasure were aroused. I milked you until you said, “I’m close”! I backed out slowly kissed and sucked that abyss one last time. Crawled in front of you, cupped your face between my hands and kissed you adoringly with such passion that both our bodies melted into one another. I removed your blindfold, looked you in the eyes. Smiled that smile only you bring out in me. Glanced at my package, looked back at you, tears were welling in your eyes…all you said was “Goddess, I’m ready”!!!
She smiles down at him as he kneels before her in his sharply pressed suit, well-polished dress shoes, and while his eyes are wide and pleading. Her black hair cascades down as she leans closer. He can see the different, brightly colored highlights in her carefully managed tresses. He finds himself drawn to them even with everything else going on.
“Good… so good…” Her voice is thick and sultry matched by her hot breath on his face.
“Thank you, Miss… so much…”
She smiles even wider at his gratitude. Gratitude for the terrible, frightening things she had already done to him and what was still to come. His gratitude is obvious, just as his arousal is.
“Now beg me, you fucking animal…” Her hissing voice demonstrates the cruelty she feels, and the evil that he loves.
“Please, Miss. Please hurt me, and make me suffer…” His voice is cracking and he gasps for air. Her reaction is unsurprising to him.
CRACK! The crop slices hard across his back.
“You are filth. A repulsive and depraved…thing. You have no business dressing like a man or even a person. You are neither and we both know it. Strip!” She is angry now, her rage building with every breath or fevered thought. He is perfect for her… a living thing being molded into an object for her sheer amusement.
He rushes to strip his clothes off, practically tearing the expensive suit from him while tossing his pricey shoes as if they were cheap sandals. His disregard for himself is but one of the qualities that she loves about him… and one that she has built in him over the last few months.
“So sorry, Miss… I am so…”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP! Do as you are told and save your pathetic excuses until you are properly prepared for service!”
He knows better than to even acknowledge her command but instead to undress as quickly as possible and make himself ready for…what comes next.
It wasn’t always like this.
They were almost equaled.
Meeting my boss
“Hello, I am your new assistant, Denise.”
She was demure and polite, her handshake fairly firm and warm to the tall and authoritative executive that Danny was. Past tense.
“Excellent. Punctual AND polite. I appreciate the little things, Denise.”
His smile was genuine. Hers, on the other hand, was less so.
“Thank you, sir. I am anxious to get started.”
“As you can see, your desk is just outside my office. On occassion, the other assistants or Supervisors might need your help so when things are a little slow you will answer to them as long as it doesn’t interfere with your duties for me. I won’t be yelling or anything but I will be calling your desk should I need you in my office or otherwise. Any questions?”
Denise seemed to be biting her tongue but Danny didn’t seem to notice as she answered.
“Sounds great, sir. Where do I start?”
“Well, a cup of coffee for yourself and I, and meet me in my office in ten minutes, then.” He smiled a little warmer before finishing the handshake and heading for his office.
“Of course, sir. Right away.” She spun around and, in an almost calculated fashion, swayed gently towards the office kitchen on this floor. He stared, as she knew he would, and in a test of his will, he managed to look away before she went out of sight in spite of her stunning appearance.
“Here you are, sir… wasn’t sure how you take it so I brought a few things.”
“Thoughtful, Denise, thank you.”
They exchanged pleasantries and discussed a few of the basics of her job as his Executive Assistant, including basic filing, typing, phones, retrieving files and documents, etc., along with more mundane tasks such as getting lunch for the both of them, coffee, drinks for Danny and office guests, etc. She was prepared for so-called menial tasks only because it fit into her long term goals.
Dark, terrible, goals, carefully cultivated from his professional and personal profile.
You see, Denise did her homework. And then some. Rudimentary information could be found online in his professional profile, company website, and some information gleaned from his background as well as prospective clients and businesses.
But she wanted more. And as Danny’s ex-wife had a small ax to grind (as she divorced him prior to his success) and his high school girlfriend was a similarly… vengeful type, Denise’s plans were even easier to put together and her goals were attainable with effort.
And with her…singular… background and experiences. An experience that was just as dark and terrible as her plans for Danny. There would be a little warning, and less of a chance to resist.
The weeks passed and Danny grew comfortable with Denise as his Assistant. She was tasked with handling practically every professional detail outside of his office, from expense reports to delivering and preparing high-end proposals for clients. The devil was in the details of Danny’s life. Literally.
It had taken a long time for an opportunity like this to cross Denise’s scrutiny and she made the most of it. This would be the game changer she was waiting for and she was careful in managing things even slightly before she came to work for Danny.
“Your 1 O’Clock is here, sir.” Denise’s smile was ever-pleasant, hiding her intentions even as they reflected her satisfaction.
“Thanks, Denise… you really do keep things running for me. Send her in.”
“Emily, thank you for meeting me on short notice.” Not one to mince words overmuch in business, and knowing Emily’s similarly focused nature, Danny got to the point. “So what do you think of the proposal? Do we have a deal?”
“Well, Danny… I like what I see and of course, Denise has laid out everything very clearly but I still have questions on this proposal. I was thinking about lunch?”
“Of course, would you like to use the conference room or office? Denise knows every restaurant in the area by heart…”
“Oh… I suppose that’s fine. Shall we?” Standing, Danny gestured to the door as he grabbed his briefcase. Emily stood, almost in a confrontational fashion, and stared Danny down.
“Denise is coming, as well.”
Danny was startled and his hesitation was obvious.
“I…what? That is, I suppose that’s fine…”
“Well, you said yourself she knows the restaurants and I know for a fact that this proposal was due in large part to her work, correct?”
“Emily, I… well, yes.”
“Then it’s settled. Let’s bring her in.” Emily stared down at the phone on Danny’s desk.
Hesitating, he picked it up and dialed Denise’s desk. “Hello, Denise? The client would like you to join us for lunch, if that’s okay?”
“I…suppose so…” Denise’s calculated pause unnerved Danny a little. He felt that he had less control over this deal than he was used to. He didn’t know the half of it.
“You’ll drive, of course.” Emily’s statement was more of an order. Danny was getting flustered, but it wasn’t unusual for him to drive out of town clients to entertain them.
“Certainly…” Holding the doors open for Emily and Denise as the three left for lunch seemed to further undermine Danny’s position in this negotiation. A fact not lost on either Emily nor Denise, as both seemed to be smiling and chatting away the entire time.
Lunch was no different, and Danny literally was a third wheel the entire time. The Ladies talked of designer handbags, expensive clothes, and shoes. At that, Danny grew strangely confused…
Emily always seemed authoritative and lovely, a woman who cared for herself and was clearly used to being pampered. What caught Danny off-guard was the same qualities now obvious in Denise.
He found himself staring blankly from one to the other as they spoke, his eyes gravitating from their lovely lips, to their gracious curves, to their well-manicured nails, to their designer shoes, to their sparkling eyes.
Eyes sparkling with devious intent.
Without warning his reverie was cut short as Emily stared Danny down.
“Danny… this proposal makes good sense, I think. Fair, equitable, and ultimately profitable for your company, correct?”
He wasn’t sure how to answer or even what to think…but Denise did.
“Well, Danny has let me know that of course, our company will do well here, just as you will be getting fair value for the property and the arrangements, isn’t that right, Danny?” Her tone was different. Her tone was more than the helpful assistant that she played.
It was commanding.
“Yes, Denise, it…” Denise cut him off and turned back towards Emily.
“So of course you can see that we make a great team for you, Emily. I think that this proposal can be terrific for both our companies, even in the short term.”
Danny wasn’t sure what was going on at all. But Emily did. And Denise was getting exactly the reaction she was expecting.
“True, Denise. Okay, Danny… it’s a deal but of course I have a few stipulations that we haven’t really covered yet.”
“Name it…” Denise’s answer was quick, and although Danny agreed to an extent, he WAS supposed to be the authority here.
He wasn’t. At all.
“To start with, Denise here gets a healthy commission and more than the usual for document prep, etc., understood?”
Both ladies turned to Danny, their eyes locked on his and fishing for weakness and compliance.
And finding it. In spades.
“Next, she gets her own office. I need Denise to be given free rein to follow up and manage my account and this property, especially as there will be more to come. Understood?”
“Please, call me Ms. Parsons.” Her tone had changed. No longer were the understanding and respected businesswoman.
“Yes, Ms. Parsons, I understand.”
“Better.” Emily smiled, satisfied at Danny’s compliance. Were he looking at Denise he would have seen a similar if slightly meaner, version of that smile.
“Denise no longer will be working with any other assistants or supervisors unless she wants to. She is exclusively assigned to my accounts.”
She paused. The expected answer came a few seconds later as Danny figured out what was expected of him…
“Understood, Ms. Parsons.”
“Good. Now I am sure there are things I am forgetting. Denise will fill you in on the details, if that’s okay with you, Denise?”
“Thanks, Emily, I am sure that’s fine.”
“Oh, and Danny, if ANYthing is amiss I will hear it from Denise, is THAT understood.” Her tone at that statement was clearly a threat. A harsh, unforgiving, threat.
“Yes, Ms. Parsons.”
With that, Emily pushed the check to Danny and stood.
“We’ll be waiting at the car. I suggest you hurry.”
“Yes, Ms. Parsons, thank you…”
“Whatever.” With that, Emily and Denise left the table, leaving him with a substantial check. And a sense of bewilderment unlike any he has ever felt before.
Baby steps of a butler
After paying the check in a haze, he gathered the signed paperwork, his briefcase, and headed out. Looking back, he noticed Denise’s purse and went back for it. As he stepped to Valet parking he noticed Emily and Denise having a cigarette.
“What took you so long??” Emily’s tone was anything but professional.
“Sorry, Ms. Parsons, I found Denise’s purse.”
“Found? I didn’t misplace it…” She looked at Danny with a condescending smile as she casually exhaled a thick plume of smoke from her cigarette. The implications of the statement were not lost on Danny but he couldn’t find a thing to say about it.
The drive back to the office was similarly exclusive to Denise and Emily, often referring to Danny as ‘That one’ and mentioning how different things would be for Denise now. Danny was struggling to figure out how best to address this mess when he got back to the office. Ms. Parsons… Emily… left little room for Danny if he wanted to close this huge deal for his company.
As they parked, Danny found himself in the role of the butler, opening doors, and walking behind the entire time, until he saw Ms. Parsons car pull out of the parking structure and he stared blankly at Denise. She smiled at him in a way that was unsettling and simply turned away to the elevators and back to the office.
The ride up was a quiet one as Danny couldn’t think of a way to start addressing all of the problems he had with the luncheon that left him emotionally bruised and left confused.
Sitting in his office, Danny blankly checked his email and cleared his voice mail, robotically responding to everything, just enough to muddle through.
The appearance of Denise in his office door, unannounced, was the first of many disturbing things to come.
“I have a few things for you, boss.” The term was not used respectfully.
“I…what? Wait…” She didn’t wait. At all. She confidently strode to his desk and callously dropped a sheaf of paperwork in front of him. On top was the signed and confirmed deal paperwork for Ms. Parsons.
Underneath that lay paperwork that froze his blood. Authorization forms, consignment forms, personnel forms, all filled out and signed by Denise.
“They all need your approval. I will need those by end of business today…boss.” She spun on her high heels and strutted out of his office leaving him slack-jawed.
The next few weeks were a blur for Danny as the construction crew built Denise’s office adjacent to his while simultaneously reducing the size of his office. She noticed the furniture coming in, her wardrobe improving (as he had authorized her promotion and raise, of course), and a significant change in her attitude. The way things had happened regarding the Parsons account was now widespread throughout the company… the meteoric rise of an Executive Assistant mentored by a seasoned executive.
But many knew the actual truth. The other assistants, for example, all knew exactly what Denise had done to gain her promotion. Every step, told in humiliating detail. Every one of the assistants would practically giggle as Danny walked past, knowing how Denise had played the situation and how easily Danny folded. Given the hard economic times how could he refuse such a lucrative deal for the company? His commission was almost nothing… Ms. Parsons had seen to that, and so much more.
Denise’s success was all on the shoulders of one account, but that wouldn’t be enough for her and certainly wouldn’t get her everything she dreamed of.
So it was that Denise walked into Danny’s office one day just at closing as he was taking up his laptop and briefcase, again without knocking. After today she would never need to be respectful of his privacy… or anything of his.
“Hey there boss.” The sarcastic use of the title was not lost on him.
“Er…hi Denise, how are you?”
“Good, good… of course.” Her smile was triumphant. As she only had one client she had to be careful of appearances when others were around. Not so much when everyone else was walking out.
“I am glad to hear that…” She cut him off.
“Of course it’s good, boss. With Emily’s accounts doing so well for the company you look enough like a hero for mentoring me that you still shine… a little.” Danny had no idea where she was going with all this but he knew that anything he said to her would make it back to Ms. Parsons. He had no idea what to say.
“Whatever.” The same tone as Ms. Parsons, now on the lovely lips of Denise as she stood confidently in his office. A second later she casually closed his office door. The click of the lock should have been a warning for Danny to run like hell. But he didn’t.
“I am sorry, but is there something I can do for you, Denise?” He was being polite in spite of everything he really wanted to say.
“Actually, there is, boss. It’s why I’m here a few minutes past closing.” She smiled. A wicked, dark, smile, enhanced by her blood red lips and shimmering eyes, so beautiful even in the harsh office light. A light that went dim as her sharpened nails were dragged over the dial near the door. He noticed her high heels and tight fitting skirt and blouse as she took a couple of confident steps into his office.
He was breathing hard and broke into a sweat.
“Please…” She cut him off again.
“What? Is poor Mr. Big Boss man scared of little ol’ ME?” She carefully drummed her lovely nails over her ample bosom enhancing her cleavage and leaving Danny’s mouth dry as the desert.
“It isn’t that, it’s just…”
“It IS that…. admit it.”
“I don’t know what you mean, Denise?”
“Miss. Call me Miss.”
She stared down for a second as she came around the desk, close to him. Her head shaking slightly, disappointedly, her perfume was heady and thick. Her sultry, thick, voice, cut through him.
“I said… address me as ‘Miss'” She looked up, staring into his eyes as she stood mere inches from him. He nearly tumbled back against his chair trying to keep his balance.
“I still don’t understand…”
Her hand crossed his cheek at a thousand miles an hour, leaving a deep red mark across his face.
“I said you will address me as ‘Miss’ from now on.”
She waited. She had built to a moment like this for months now, waiting, to finally see if she was right about Danny. After everything she has already done to him, and knowing that she had to keep pushing to really be successful, this moment meant everything and she wouldn’t let him out of it.
“I… can’t…” He was unsure, his hand on his face was shaking.
Coming the other way, Danny now had matching red marks on his cheeks.
“Fucking idiot. You can and you WILL.”
“Please stop… Denise, please….”
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Danny almost fell over, leaning completely against his desk.
“Listen, you little bitch… you have no right to use my name anymore. People can use names. Not you. Not anymore, is that understood?”
“Please, I don’t understand?”
“Then I will explain things more clearly… you are my bitch.”
She waited, drinking in his fear, confusion, and his physical reaction.
“I own you. You gave me Emily’s account because I made you. I worked with Emily and she recognized potential in me. So I took the opportunity to take it from you. To steal it from you. And in doing so make you thank me for it…”
“It wasn’t like that…”
“Yes, it was, bitch. I took it from you and made you like it. And that’s just the beginning, cupcake. I am going to take your life apart and you will thank me for every step. I will make you beg for it. Beg for me to break you into little pieces, faggot.”
He was on the verge of tears but importantly Denise could see his resistance, such as it was, was almost gone. He was feeling the crush of the company valueing Ms. Parsons account and the money Denise was bringing in, and he didn’t know where to start fighting it.
She saw the weakness and knew what to do.
“What? Denise, please don’t…”
“Don’t what? I’m not going to do ANYthing! You are going to take off your clothes right now.”
“But why, Denise? Please, I…”
“You will take off your clothes so I can see what a pathetic excuse of a man you really are. I want you stripped and exposed like some fucking animal.”
“I am sick and tired of repeating myself, idiot. Take off your fucking clothes right now. I will correct your use of the word ‘No’ in the future. For now, I want you naked.”
Slowly he started to remove his dress jacket and tie. Denise leaned back, triumphantly, smiling down at him as he leaned up against his desk and took off all of his clothes, down to his socks and boxers.
“Boxers? You don’t need boxers. From now on it’s tight-y whiteys, bitch. Butthuggers. Only real men need boxers and you don’t have enough equipment to count.”
He said nothing, only went flush with shame.
“Take them off.”
He hesitated. Denise knew exactly how far she could go now with Danny.
Anywhere she wanted.
Without another word he dropped his boxers to his ankles and was naked before Denise as she stood over him.
“Just as I thought.” Her condeceding smile told him everything he needed to know about his chances with Denise as a girlfriend or anything close to it.
“Pathetic. A tiny dick for a tiny little bitch. I hope you have learned your lesson, whore. I own you now. From now on if I snap my fingers you come running… if I call you answer… if I say to kneel you will drop before me like I am your God. Because I am.”
“Please… Den… Miss.” She smiled and held out her lovely, delicate hand.
“Close. But you have to learn. Hand me your belt, faggot.”
Knowing his mistake and obviously accepting his role, for now at least, he bent down and retrieved his belt from the pile that his pants had become, and handed it gingerly to Denise.
“Now bend over and stick your lily-white ass up in the air for a beating.” He didn’t hesitate, leaning far over his desk and pushing his ass back a little.
She held the belt, feeling the leather and smiling. She waited.
“Now beg me, bitch.”
He was almost crying.
“Please beat me, Miss.”
“Well, since you asked so politely…” Her smile was wide and proud.
The belt found every inch of his ass and part of his back. Welted, red, and crying, Danny was spent and helpless on his own desk, his sweat in a pool underneath him.
“You are a sick fuck, you know that? I made you beg to whip your ass and you just took it… I lost count of how many… turn around.”
Struggling to move, every inch of his body on fire, Danny slowly turned to face his new owner.
His erection was unmistakable, pointing it’s short length towards the ceiling. Denise knew it would be involuntary after everything she put him through but Danny didn’t need to know anything.
“Fucking pervert. Your useless little cock is dripping and hard after I beat your ass. You make me sick…”
The belt found his cock and with a yelp he cried out in pain.
The knock on the office door followed a minute later.
“Is everything okay, Mr. Danny?” They both recognized the heavy accent of the cleaning lady.
Denise leaned in close and hissed in his face, her spittle showering him.
“Tell her everything’s fine… if you mention I am in here you will be sorry. Everyone should know you are asking for this, whore.”
“Sure. I’m fine… I’ll let you in later, Maria.” Denise smiled proudly at sharing his shame. It wouldn’t be the last time.
“Well, poor little pervert got heard by the help, huh? Don’t worry, the way I have things planned YOU’LL be the help before long in the office.” She dug her nails into his chest to emphasize her point.
“God, please, no, Miss…”
“Hm… I told you I would explain the use of the word ‘No’ to you, didn’t I, bitch?”
The fear in his eyes as he looked up at his new owner was unmistakable.
The next day started early for Danny. As she had explained in the final moments of him being conscious, Denise was going to siphon off every one of Danny’s accounts and client roster. He resisted at first but his belt went red from his own blood as she clarified his new life.
This first day of servitude might just be the longest of his life.
I brushed my hair firmly as I smiled into the mirror. Wearing a thousand-yard stare, my mind was wandering on the things I would love to do to my Daddy, now a plaything under my cruel heel. The idea made me so hot every time I thought of it and I honestly couldn’t put my finger on what it was that was making me so aroused and flush with power. Was it the fact that Daddy and I were keeping something so sinister from my loving mother, his wife? Was it that he was a spineless wimp for me and I was making up for lost time where I could have been doing this for years now? Could it be that I was attracted to my stepfather for demonstrating how much he truly loved me?
HA! Well, I knew for sure it wasn’t that last one. No, I didn’t see Daddy as a man anymore, if I even saw him as a person was doubtful, actually. I mean, the things I was going to do to him I couldn’t imagine doing to a human being so clearly I had put Daddy far down the evolutionary ladder sometime between when he knelt before me that first time today and as I sit here planning his complete degradation and destruction.
No. He was a person no longer. And part of me wanted to keep that fact from my dear mom while another part was screaming to see him ‘outed’ before her as a demonstration of my sheer and absolute power over him. I knew I must be damp by now as my mental pendulum swung back and forth over what to do with dear daddy.
I looked at the clock on my vanity. Plenty of time to get daddy ready for dinner. Not that it was all I was going to do with him, of course. I stood, made sure my attire was appropriate for mom’s birthday dinner again, grabbed my phone and left. I felt a distinct sadness at the fact that I would not be able to make the clicking sound as I was wearing my sneakers again but I was sure to come up with something.
And then it occurred to me. I turned, went to the back of my closet, and put a couple of things in my purse before leaving my room to go see daddy.
And get him properly dressed for dinner.
I walked into his ‘private’ study as though I had lived there all my life. No longer dear daddy’s. As a matter of fact, anything daddy would have again would only ever be with his stepdaughter’s permission.
A permission that would come with a steep price. Always.
His look said it all. The fear, the adoration, and the pleading. I drank it in as I stood in the doorway with a blank stare.
“My drink, daddy.” The order was plain and delivered coldly.
“Yes, Miss Jane.” He got up from his chair and almost made it to a completely upright and standing position.
A position he would never be comfortable with again. A position he had no right to use in my presence.
“Stop. I did not say you could STAND, did I, bitch? Haven’t you learned ANYthing from earlier?” I was shouting at him in a tone he never heard come from his tender little baby girl.
A tone he was going to get used to. And fear.
Trembling, my drink in hand, he dropped to his knees and looked at me with pleading, sad eyes. A cow’s eyes. The eyes of an animal begging for his very life.
God, so delicious. I was so hot and bothered I couldn’t stand it.
“Better. Now crawl to your dear daughter.” My smile was wicked.
“Yes, Miss Jane, thank you…”
He stumbled, trying to balance the drink as he crawled using one hand towards me. He would get more practice so I could be a little forgiving of his ineptitude.
As his right hand landed near my foot he began to lean back a little to balance himself. He was getting ready to hand me my drink. With my hands on my hips, I quickly moved my left foot and promptly stomped on his right hand. The wince he made was lovely.
I smiled again as he struggled to keep his balance and reach me with the drink.
I took the tone of the loving daughter happy to get a present from her loving father.
“What did you bring me, daddy?”
“A drink, Miss Jane. I wasn’t sure what you like but I know you have had virgin margaritas for our dinner parties, so I made you one.”
“Virgin? Daddy dear, there is nothing virgin about me anymore.”
The sour look on his face was painful and he turned a pale shade as the cut sunk in.
“If this drink contains no alchohol you will suffer, bitch.”
The sadness and shame practically emanated from him and his face was a portrait of agony.
“Yes Miss Jane, I assumed you would prefer it with alcohol.”
“Good girl.” I patted him condescendingly on his balding head.
“Thank you, Miss Jane.” His gratitude was genuine. Daddy was indeed learning his place.
I sipped it with a winning smile. Moments like these must be cherished.
“I am guessing that mom wouldn’t exactly be proud of her loving husband fixing a margarita for his underage daughter? It is pretty repulsive to know that you would stoop so low just because his daughter was… well, what am I to you, now?”
His mind raced, I could tell from the look in his eyes. I decided to show a tiny bit of mercy and give the bitch a hint.
“I think I would like to hear you say it again.”
He lit up and blurted it out.
“Mistress! You are my Mistress!”
“God, that is sick. You sound so proud. That’s the same way you told me how happy you were when I made the soccer team.”
I decided to mock him using my best impression of his ‘happy’ voice. Bring him lower, ever lower.
“‘Golly, Janey! I am so very happy and proud you made the team!’ Or, well, in this case, ‘Golly, Miss Jane, I am so happy you whip my fat ass, make me your bitch, and let me serve you as a slave!'”
His eyes were puffy and he was starting to tear up. Meanwhile, I was generating some hot moisture of my own as daddy was torn apart.
“Thank you, Miss Jane.”
“And then you THANK me for it, you perverted old man! Have you any idea how fucking disgusting you are to me? To think I used to sit in your lap while you told me stories? If I knew then what I know now there is no WAY I would have gotten so close to you, fucking worm. A little bitch like you? Never. You probably were all loving and shit but Jesus I had no idea you were such a spineless little fuck.”
I ground my shoe onto his right hand and took a leisurely sip of my margarita.
“To think I could have just whipped your ass or slapped you in the face to get you to drive me to the mall instead of treating you like any other loving father? All this time you have been this useless, pathetic…”
His face was contorted and he was groaning from the pressure on his hand. My face was flush and hot.
“…Disgusting piece of shit!”
I slapped him with my free hand. And I was getting too happy to hear the next words from his mouth.
“Thank you, Miss Jane.”
My voice went back to the ‘smiley happy’ little girl that I was for my daddy just yesterday.
“Okay. Let’s get you dressed, dad.”
“Yes Miss Jane, thank you, Miss.”
I laughed down at him, my foot still pressed hard on his hand.
“Don’t thank me yet, bitch!”
I slipped my foot from his hand. And then I said the single word that would continue to paralyze him with fear.
“Yuh… yes, Miss Jane.”
He hurriedly removed his clothes, pants last, while he trying to remain kneeling or prone on the floor. Daddy was improvising but knew better than to try and stand in my presence without express permission. I continue to wonder how far I can go with this and my dear ol’ daddy keeps impressing me with his obedience.
“Hurry up, bitch! Mom will be home soon and we have a few things to do, still!”
“Yes Miss Jane, I am sorry…” His voice trailed off, panting a little, and as I saw him in his boxers I saw the constant tent and damp spot in front.
Daddy really was getting off on all of this.
“Underwear… hurry…” I was tapping my foot impatiently.
“Yes Miss Jane, thank you.”
And there he was. Naked again before his dear daughter.
“Fuck, you really are useless as a man, you know that?”
“I… that is, I think I do, Miss Jane.”
My open hand flashed to his face, to the exact spot I was whipping earlier. The marks were still there and looked nicer than ever.
And I added another to his collection.
“I told you about thinking, asshole! You don’t do that anymore around me! I am telling you that you are useless as a man. Believe me, as a real woman I can tell you the truth. You are useless as a man. Only ever a bitch. Your mouth, maybe, and tongue or something, but that tiny excuse of a pecker is good for nothing except leaking and letting me control you, you sick fuck.”
My disgust was like a thing alive.
“Yes Miss Jane, thank you, Miss.”
“Jesus, if you could only hear yourself. Well, that will come later… anyway… you just thanked me for pointing out that your dick is useless. Seriously? What kind of man would do that, do you think?”
A trap. I was loving these. Any way he answered this would end poorly for him.
“I, I don’t know Miss Jane. I think, No, I mean…” He caught himself. Too late.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! That spot was going to be purple at this rate.
“No man, Miss Jane. A man wouldn’t…”
He was learning, a little every time. And I was learning something too.
That I was going to love doing this until he was completely broken and discarded.
“Whatever, you fucking whore.” I turned to my purse and took them out with a slight smile.
I held them up to his face and asking him a question as I might ask why the sky was blue.
“What are these, daddy?”
“Oh, well, they are…”
“Yes? What are they, daddy?”
“Your panties, Miss Jane. Those are a pair of your panties, Miss.” His blushing made his face look like a rainbow or reds.
“Exactly! They ARE! And wanna guess where they have just been, daddy?” He knew.
“I, I imagine you were wearing them, Miss Jane.”
“Correct! I was wearing these earlier when I was fucking you up in the kitchen! And your loving little girl was VERY happy with daddy back then. Here…”
And I moved them slowly towards his face. He leaned back, just a little…
“Sit still, daddy!”
I brought the panties back up.
They were close enough to smell. And they did. And HE did.
He smelled me. Aroused, happy, and filled with the juices of my hungry sex.
“Deep breath, daddy. Smell your little girl.”
He was almost crying as he inhaled me, the panties an inch from his face.
“Yeah, you really made you little girl happy by showing her what a repulsive piece of shit you really are. How does THAT make you feel?
“Whatever. I don’t care. People have feelings and bitches have… well who CARES?”
I leaned back and held the panties out with one hand casually.
“Now put them on, bitch.”
The order paralyzed him.
“Do not make me wait, bitch. That mark on your face is already going to get a few questions from mommy when she gets home. Don’t make them black and blue, asshole.
He reached out gingerly, defeated and sad, and took the damp and slightly crusted panties from me. He slid them on, stretching them out ridiculously.
“Fuck, you really are a fattie, huh? Yeah, that isn’t going to work. Not because you are gonna fuck your wife but because you can’t fit into the kind of clothes…. well… never mind THAT for now, whore.”
The panties were nearly spitting on him. Daddy isn’t fat at all but of course, he is nowhere near as small as I am. He ruined the panties, as expected, but they were on. A pretty, frilly, pink, pair of my wet panties on my dear ol’ dad’s pasty white ass.
“I bet mom would just LOVE to know why you are wearing those!”
My daughter was cutting him to pieces again. And I was drinking it in again.
“Perfect. I have another surprise for your outfit, bitch.”
Reaching into my purse I could feel my dear daddy tense up and practically panic.
But he stayed right there, unmoving and obedient.
“Here we go, daddy. I have used it a few times but it is too small for me to use it anymore. It should be a good starter one for you, though.” My smile was devious and cruel.
I paused for effect.
His eyes went wide as though he had seen a ghost. Not exactly.
It was big. Too big if he never had one before, that was for sure.
The Dildo was about 7″ long and thick. It fit nicely into my strap on harness, but daddy didn’t know about that either. Yet.
I stroked it lovingly.
“Here it is, dad. My first. I had my first real orgasm from this guy. It didn’t take my virginity, but it could make me cum like a waterfall.”
I was glowing from his agony and shock at everything that was happening now.
This was another breaking point. He stood there when I did so many horrible things to him, used such vile language on him, had him sniff my panties, and now this.
A fake dick.
I stroked it slowly, up and down, letting him wonder what I might have planned for it and see if he would bolt, or say ‘enough is enough’, or something.
I looked down and saw his answer.
“Fuck. You really make me sick. Here I was thinking you might just say ‘No’ to me, your little girl when she holds up a well-used fake cock to your face. And you STILL have a hard-on. Disgusting.”
I didn’t hold my contempt and the thoughts that went through my mind at this made some of what I did earlier seem like something from Sesame Street.
“That does it. I am going to destroy you, bitch. You know that? I am going to fucking completely destroy your perverted ass!” I was losing it on him.
“I, I am sorry Miss Jane.” He was sobbing.
But he was still there.
“Suck this fucking dick, faggot!” I shoved it in his mouth, hard. He opened wide and slurped on it, all the while his pleading eyes met mine in some desperate attempt for me to end it or otherwise show him mercy.
“Yeah, make Mr. Dildo here really happy! Deep throat it, you sissy whore!” I was angry and it fueled me as much as my arousal.
With a loud ‘POP’ I took the cock out and dangled it there for a second, still slick with my daddy’s spit.
“This isn’t where this goes for tonight, though. Want to guess where my dear ol’ dad is wearing his loving daughter’s fake cock?” My smile and the plan I hatched earlier were cruel and unforgiving.
His eyes showed me he knew the answer.
“Exactly, daddy! Move the panties to one side and bend the fuck over, NOW!”
He quietly turned, moved my stained panties slowly to the side to reveal his ass crack, and bent over cleanly at the waist.
“Thank you, Miss Jane.”
His ass went up and I did what I didn’t think I would be able to when the idea occurred to me.
Coated with my daddy’s spit, I shoved the thick cock into his ass. His moans and grunts were painful and I could tell that nothing this big (if anything at all) has been there before.
I just took my dad’s anal virginity.
“Good girl. Take your little Princess’ cock like the obedient little bitch you are.” I put a hand on his lower back and cooed in his ear.
“Fucking faggot. You are going to make everything perfect for mom and me tonight, all the while wearing my cum-soaked panties and with a big, thick, cock in your ass like the bitch you are. You are going to buy a vibrator next so we can make that thing rattle in there while you do your chores or on ‘Date night’ with mom… until she figures out what is going on, anyway.”
“Thu… uhn… thank you, Miss Jane.”
“HA! And you are going to thank me for it, too. Precious. And do you know what’s going to happen for dessert? After the cake, that is?”
He clearly wasn’t focused on anything but the dick now-buried deep in his ass.
“I, no, Miss Jane, I…”
I smiled at my favorite part of the plan.
“You are going to take that mouth that you lovingly adore my mom with and suck your own ass off that dildo tonight. What do you say, bitch?”
“Thank you, Miss Jane.”
I let dear daddy clean up a little before heading to the kitchen to make sure everything was just right. The cake, dinner, etc. had better be perfect or there would be hell to pay.
To me, his loving stepdaughter.
“Yeah, Claire, I think this weekend will be a LOT of fun…” My voice trailed off to my bff Claire. She wasn’t as cute as I was but she was smart and helped me pass a lot of my tests in High School. She always used to say she had a crush on my stepdad, partly to creep me out and partly because she probably DOES have a crush on dear old dad. Well, this weekend would be an… interesting one for her, to say the least.
My smiles were coming in droves now as I thought of the bright future that lay ahead for me.
My stepdad… not so much.
“So yeah, Claire, get your older brother to buy the booze and come over Saturday night. We are gonna have too much fun. My parents? HA! Let me worry about them, Claire. Trust me, this is going to be the best Saturday ever!”
Well, for Claire and I. Again, for my stepdad? Not really.
“Anyway, Mom is gonna be home soon and I have to get ready for dinner. I will talk to you Friday night or Saturday, okay?” Claire was laughing as she knew I always kinda got my way around the house, for the most part, and sleepovers and parties were always a blast. If she only knew how much MORE fun they were going to be from now on!
All-day had been a brutal tease fest for my loving stepfather but tonight had to be extra special. And I had to keep Mom from finding out about daddy’s new… role in my life. Well, for a little while longer, anyway. Eventually, she would find out, of course, and that would work for me, too. If daddy knew THAT, he might be less inclined to… play along, but he DIDN’T.
Again, not YET, anyway.
“Oh DADDY!” My sing-song voice had the happy tone of a little teenager ready to play. Which was exactly what I was, just not in a NICE way.
“Yuh… yes Miss Jane?” Scared.
I pouted. Mostly genuine, but a little evil as well.
“Oh, now daddy you don’t sound happy to hear your loving little girl come looking for dear ol’ daddy?”
“I am sorry, Miss Jane, it’s… it isn’t that at all!” Desperation.
My tone was only slightly cheery at this.
“Whatever. Now daddy, let’s take a look at what you’ve done in the kitchen…”
I let his fear build, and his anticipation grow. I always was a little bit of a tease but that was before I was faced with this new, ultimate, power, over someone.
It was getting to my head and leading me to dark places.
Lovely, wonderful, dark places.
Well, lovely and wonderful for ME, that is.
“Counter looks good… dishes dried and put away… utensils cleaned and in their drawers… good so far…” I took the tone my mother might use with the next word.
“Oh, yes…” He was frozen and hurt.
“…thank you, Miss Jane.”
“Yes, yes… so very grateful and polite, aren’t you…. dear.” That tone again.
The familiarity was paralyzing to him.
“I am, Miss Jane.”
His formality and submissiveness were intoxicating and served to drive me harder.
Or, more precisely, served to drive me to drive HIM harder.
“I bet you are getting all fucking hard and wet again, aren’t you bitch?”
“…yes, Miss Jane, thank you.”
The shame was thick.
“Disgusting. Well, keep that shit under control. We can’t have mom smelling you cumming in your pants, can we? I mean, I have already graciously allowed you to change your pants a couple of times today and I think you are simply trying my patience…”
“Oh, Miss Jane, please, I only meant…”
“Of course, daddy. You taught me to always show respect. In this case, you are demonstrating an appropriate amount of respect for the one who literally has your ass.
“And HAD your ass, you faggot.”
“Yuh… yes, Miss.”
I was getting worked up again. This was simply too much for me to take and I kept letting my control for him get me hot and bothered.
“Fucking little bitch. You are pathetic and weak, driven by some perverse desire to submit and beg…and be spineless. What kind of man are you?”
A leading question. And one he couldn’t answer without angering me.
“I, that is, Miss Jane, I am…”
SLAP!! I had grown so comfortable slapping dear daddy in his fat fucking face.
“I am…not a man, Miss Jane.”
“That is correct! You are nothing more than a bitch. My pet. You serve at my pleasure and that’s IT. Not for yourself, not in a way that any self-respecting PERSON would.”
“….thank you, Miss.”
“Exactly right. In fact, if no PERSON would, then you must be…??”
Another leading question intended to sew the seeds of his perpetual degradation.
“Not a person. An animal, maybe…”
“Maybe. But no, not a person. Maybe some kind of animal, would you like that, daddy?”
My continued use of the loving word ‘daddy’, and said with the sweet tone I used, seemed to brutalize my stepfather as much as any knife of punch to the gut.
“I…. if it pleases you, Miss Jane.”
I mocked him. Something ELSE I grew very comfortable with.
“‘If it pleases you…’ Wow.”
“Seriously… you are a piece of work. I remember when I would look up to you…”
I carefully moved towards him, hips swaying, eyes ablaze with lust, and I watched him cower before his tender, 18-year-old stepdaughter.
“You would carry me to bed and read lovely stories to me of happy endings and warm, fuzzy experiences…”
He almost stammered something… a protest, perhaps?
“And I would eagerly wait for the next night to hear more. Well, daddy, I still love our little times together but I have something ELSE to look forward to these days, and can you guess at what that is?”
My sing-song tone was back, again reminding him of a time when he WAS my father, and I WAS his loving little girl.
That seemed so far away right now, for me as much as for him.
“I am not sure Miss Jane… maybe to spend time with me?”
“HA! A good one. And what kind of ‘time’ would that be, daddy?”
“Yes? Where I what, daddy?”
I smiled so wide I thought my face would fall apart.
“Don’t WHAT, dear daddy? Don’t come towards you…like this…” I was so close he could smell me and, like any other man I have ever known, he seemed to get a little light headed as he took in my scent.
“Don’t touch you…” My hand went to his lips again. He had nice lips.
“Don’t do… this?” I stepped forward, leaning into him and pinning him to the kitchen counter.
“Don’t…” And I reached my hand slowly down, locking his eyes.
“…reach into your pants for your little worm?”
My hands were a little cold and the shiver that went through him was practically electric. I roughly grabbed him and squeezed. Hard.
His wince and pain got me hot.
“Your worm seems happy to ‘see’ me, bitch. So tell me, daddy… what would you like your loving daughter to do next?”
He would lose. His pain would be legendary.
He had no fucking chance against me.
“I… don’t, Miss Jane…”
“DON’T?? Did you say DON’T to me?”
His eyes went wide as if he was staring at an oncoming train.
“No, I didn’t mean….!”
Too late. My grip was iron and he fell to his knees swifter than a bolt of lightning strikes the earth. I leaned down, cleavage in his face, and did not lose my crushing grip on him for a millisecond.
“Please, I adore you Miss Jane and I meant no disrespect… I obey, you know I obey now, Miss…”
“Obey. Spineless fuck. Of course, you do. Tell me something I DON’T know…”
He was tearing up again. The emotional agony must have been fantastic.
And it was fantastically arousing for me to inflict on my former-father.
“I am so very sorry, Miss Jane… I will do anything, that is…”
“Yes, yes… anything at all. This is a given at this point. You, dear daddy, are a broken toy for me to use and abuse. I love it, this…”
Twisting again, his cry of pain was ear-splitting.
“Thuu…. thank you, Miss Jane.”
“For what, daddy?”
“For hurting me like this, Miss Jane.”
“For even touching my useless excuse for a cock, Miss Jane. I do not deserve…”
“No, you don’t. And yes, even touching it makes me feel… soiled. You are leaking and I think I have some of your repulsive slime on my lovely little fingers…”
I withdrew my hand from his pants and the look of loss on his face was painful. Wonderfully painful.
“…see? Look at your slime!”
I shoved my pre-cum coated fingers into his face, smearing his cheeks before shoving my fingers into his mouth. I shoved them the same way I would violate his ass and face later with my strap on cock.
Another smile played on my lovely face, and I felt radiant.
“Yes….I am sorry Miss Jane…”
“I know you are, sweets. Now show me HOW sorry….”
I didn’t have to ask twice. His tender lips gently moved over my fingers and licked off his own fluids.
“Jesus… eager little fuck, aren’t you? I am not sure if I am more proud of you being so totally broken or disgusted at how much of a total faggot you are?”
I smiled again, triumphant.
“Actually, it’s probably both, huh?”
“Yuh… yes, Miss Jane. Probably both.”
“HA!! Thought so… I wonder if mom knows you are hiding in the closet from her?”
His shame was thick and his heated face warmed me in so many ways.
“Please what? Tell her? Do you the favor of letting her know what a fag you are?”
“I, I didn’t mean…”
“Then what, daddy? Tell your little girl what you want.” So nice and sweet.
“I, I would like to keep your mother out of this.”
“This? You mean you taking a cock deep in your ass? Sucking your seed from your loving daughter’s fingers? I am afraid you will have to be more specific, daddy.”
“Please don’t tell your mother about any of this, please.” He was on the verge of tears. Again.
“Well, frankly I don’t see what is in it for me. You always were so strong…”
I teased his nipple through his shirt.
“…so stern at times…”
Pinching the nipple made him squirm.
“…always instilling in me how to set an example…”
Leering down at him cruelly.
“…strive to be honest, and trustworthy.”
“Yes, Miss Jane, I know, it’s just that…I never…”
“Never what? Never saw yourself on your knees like this? I find that hard to believe. No, I think it more likely you never saw yourself kneeling before your own loving stepdaughter.”
“I didn’t, ever, Miss Jane.”
“Tell me, daddy…” A pregnant pause.
“What do you think of your dear daughter now?”
Another no-win question. If he answered truthfully, the shame and debasement would be total.
And if he tried to lie to me, then he would suffer at my hands. Well, suffer worse than he had already, to be more accurate.
“I adore you, Miss Jane.”
“Awww, how sweet! Adore me in that, ‘I love you, daughter of mine’ or…”
My hand went from his nipples to his cheek. His hot, tear-stained cheek.
“…or adore me because I am your goddess.”
“You, are…” He struggled. Poor thing. I almost felt pity for him, but my arousal was stronger.
“My goddess. I adore you, Miss Jane.”
“How very lovely, daddy. Just look at you, kneeling before your own stepdaughter, suffering for her, and you just devoted yourself to me as your goddess.”
For a second I saw a flash of happiness and pride in his eyes, likely at my praise at pleasing me.
Well, that simply wouldn’t do.
“Completely disgusting. You dismiss your vows to your wife, my own biological mother, and declare me your goddess. Much as I appreciate the devotion, the simple fact is that you are a vile worm for degrading yourself like this. Demonstrating to me that you are as spineless as I have said.”
My hand pinched his cheek.
“So cute when you are broken, like this…”
“Repulsive. How could I ever see you as anything but a disgusting pervert?”
“I…please… that is…”
“Yes? Please, dear daddy of mine, tell me how I could think of you in a different light? See you as human again rather than a perverted slave of mine?”
“You… you can’t.”
His erection was raging, threatening to tear through his pants as he knelt before his own daughter.
“Nope. Sure can’t.” I leaned back and prodded his cock with my shoe.
“I mean…look at yourself, bitch.”
He stared down at his tented pants and my shoe casually poking at it.
“Look at that. Hard as a rock because your once-loving daughter is humiliating you about what a repulsive pervert you are. I wonder…”
Another pause. My smile was widening.
“How long have you had these feelings for me, daddy?”
His gaze snapped up from my shoe to my eyes with sheer horror.
“I didn’t, Miss Jane… that is to say…”
“What, you never thought I was cute?” My feigned innocence was paralyzing to him as I continued to play on his weakness.
“It isn’t that, Miss Jane, I… you have always been…”
“What, daddy? I have always been what?”
With tears practically streaming down his hot face he said the words.
“My princess. You have always been my beautiful princess.”
“If you could only see yourself now, daddy. Kneeling before your princess.”
“I am so sorry Miss Jane. You have always meant so much to me…” His shame was total, and I could see he never harbored the kinds of thoughts that were now racing through his muddled mind.
“And now, daddy? How is it different now?”
I wasn’t sure if he would say it…
“You mean everything to me.”
But he did.
I was his world, now in every way.
“That’s a good little bitch for Miss Jane.” I condescendingly patted his head, almost slick with sweat.
“Thu… thank you, Miss Jane.” He seemed to be getting light-headed. Wonderful.
“Yes, yes… my pathetic, loving, daddy, is my slave.”
A simple statement of fact.
“Daddy, I won’t lie to you…” Holding back a smile.
“Yes, Miss Jane?” His eyes pleaded with me.
“…You are going to suffer a lot from now on.”
“Please, Miss Jane…” He wanted to say the word ‘No’ but he knew better.
“Oh, it will be delightful…
“…for me. My loving daddy, kneeling at my heel like the loyal lapdog you have become. You have been reduced to my pet from my father figure. I can’t imagine how disgusted you must be with yourself to give in to these perverse… needs?” I was genuinely asking if he needed this treatment. It seemed obvious, but then, daddy always said it is best to illustrate everything, including the seemingly obvious point!
I felt the need to illustrate the obvious point.
“Answer the fucking question, bitch.”
“I, yes, Miss Jane. I need this.”
“Need what, daddy? What exactly do you need from your loving daughter?” I would never tire of rubbing his perverted face in it.
“I need… for you to treat me as you do, Miss.”
“I gathered as much.” Again flicking my shoe at his tented dick.
“So does mom have any idea?” Something else I would always enjoy bringing up.
“I don’t believe so, Miss Jane.”
“I wonder… what would my lovely mother think of her husband now? Kneeling…
“By her daughter?”
“Please, Miss Jane…”
“Say it, filth.”
“She would be heartbroken.”
“I bet. At the very least. I mean, she fucking shares a bed with you…with that!” Tapping his dick again.
“I know Miss Jane, please…”
I wanted to hurt him again.
“Please what? Say it… tell me what you want from me, daddy?”
“Please don’t tell anyone about this.”
“Don’t? Did you say ‘don’t’ to me, dear daddy?” My tone grew sharp as I was getting angrier.
“I just mean that, please Miss Jane, not mother…”
“‘Not’? I don’t seem to have gotten through to you, bitch!”
“I OWN you, whore!”
“You are a pervert.”
“A repulsive piece of shit almost-pedophile!”
“But Miss, you have been over 18 for…”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I wondered, passingly, if the neighbors could hear me abuse my daddy?
How awesome would THAT be?
“God damn worm. You really are a fucking pathetic piece of shit, you know that?”
He was stunned, his face crimson, and flushed from his heavy breathing. Regardless, he shouldn’t have hesitated to answer. He should know better by now. When he was raising me he always said it is impolite to leave a question hanging without an answer.
Hang this, bitch.
“I asked you a question. You do NOT hesitate when I give you an order or ask you a question, no exceptions, is that clear?”
“Yes, Miss Jane, I am so…”
“Sorry indeed. You will obey me as though I am your fucking goddess. I am your world now. My mother has no say in your life anymore. I rule you, whore.”
He was going to cry. Again.
“Please Miss Jane, I only want…”
“Want what? To please me? Of course, you always have. And now you will please me further by obeying me and allowing me to have fun at your expense.
“You deserve it. You are an animal. Nothing more. Well, maybe even LESS…”
“Yes, Miss Jane. I am…thank you…” He was sobbing and choking back tears.
“So lovely. Cry for me, daddy. Let those tears come down your slapped cheeks even as your cock is rock hard from my abuse. Fucking pervert.”
“Yes, Miss Jane.”
“Now then, once mother gets home she will likely ask about your face. Frankly I don’t give a shit what you tell her unless you even TRY to bring me up. She might not notice how rosy red your pretty little cheeks are, but if she DOES, you had better not let her suspect that I made you my whore today, bitch.”
“Of course, Miss Jane.”
“That’s what princess likes to hear, daddy!”
My smile seemed to be sunshine in a pitch-black room for him… as it should be.
“Now finish up here. Nice plates, nice glasses, the works. I will give you 15 minutes to get showered and pretty before she gets here and not ONE FUCKING MINUTE MORE. Is that clear?”
“Yes Miss Jane, thank you.”
“Once you have showered, report to my room for inspection and…well… just report to my room.”
The fear in his eyes was screaming for mercy.
“You will be greeting mother in an unusual fashion this evening. That won’t be the only surprise, either, you pervert.”
“I…. thank you, Miss Jane.” Gratitude was the last thing on his mind now!
“Whatever…” I left him there, kneeling, hot, flushed, sweating, and horny.
And except for the kneeling part, I was right there with my dear daddy.
“Thank you for allowing me to prepare the kitchen, Miss Jane.”
My stepfather was dressed nicely, shiny shoes, neat slacks, and was smelling of that heady cologne that mom and I bought him for his birthday. Poor daddy didn’t know he would not be needing men’s scents for much longer, but that came later. Daddy also made a serious error which, frankly, I expected.
I always was good at getting my way, to a point. But now set traps for my bitch daddy was something too easy for me.
“What the fuck is THIS?” I gestured up and down towards him.
“What, I…what do you mean, Miss Jane?” His fear and shock were a lovely cocktail for me.
“I said you could shower, correct?”
“Yes Miss Jane.”
I think he was catching on to his mistake. Well, if he kept doing that I would have to simply work harder to frustrate and manipulate him. But for now, things were still easy.
I grabbed his shirt by the collar.
“My…” And he knew his error, his mind racing and terrified.
“…it is my shirt, Miss Jane.”
“Yes. A man’s shirt. Let us ignore the fact that you have no business wearing a man’s shirt as you are simply a fucking worm. No, there is a bigger problem here, do you know what that IS, bitch?”
“I… you allowed me to shower but you did not allow me to get dressed, Miss Jane.”
“Good girl! Exactly right!”
I moved to my vanity, grabbed my hairbrush (a gift from mom), and walked back over to him.
“Daddy, you always complimented me on my lovely hair, didn’t you?”
I was smiling wickedly.
“I…yes Miss Jane.”
“And do you remember how you used to brush my hair sometimes? When mom might have to work late?”
“Yes, Miss Jane.”
“Well, this hairbrush serves in…other ways as well.
“My boyfriend would spank me with this sometimes. My real man boyfriend would take me over his knee and paddle my ass raw. I mean, nowhere nearly as bad as I whipped your ass so far but then…”
I looked up from the brush into his sad eyes.
“I am no pervert, am I daddy?”
His shame was complete. And another trap would ensure I would have my fun at his ass’ expense.
And for years and years to come.
“No, Miss Jane.”
“You…understand what happens when you say that word, don’t you daddy?”
“I do, Miss. Thank you, Miss.”
“Hands-on the vanity, whore.”
He rushed to the vanity and pressed his hands into it until I could see white from the pressure.
His fear was delicious.
“Stay still, bitch.”
I locked his eyes in the vanity’s mirror as he was bent over, hands pressed downwards, with me behind him. I carefully set the brush down next to his hand, making sure it touched him a little.
I gently reached around and unbuckled his belt.
“Please, Miss Jane…I…”
“Use your words, dear.” A phrase he often chided me with.
His shame at those words being spoken by me dug deep into him. His eyes began to tear again.
“I am so sorry, Miss.”
“HA! Just as I thought… you have already used the word ‘No’ once right now. Good for you not to make that mistake again or it would be much worse for you, dear.” Another rephrasing of something he would tell me as a child.
My hands went back to his belt buckle and I thought of a way to truly twist him.
“I think…mom might be here within a couple of minutes…”
I feigned absentminded reflection while, in fact, I was considering how and when I would let mom know what a pervert her husband really was. I could see in the mirror that daddy shifted a little. His erection was obvious and I would enjoy teasing him, as always.
“Golly, I hope she doesn’t get here early.”
My expert hands unbuckled his belt from behind. I gently pressed up against him with my tight, young body. As if I would have anything to do with him except…this.
“You won’t like this very much.” My smile at him in the mirror carved him some more.
The belt unbuckled, I slowly unzipped his fly, dragging his slacks slowly making sure to apply a slight amount of pressure to his stiff dick, and let his pants slide down around his ankles. His red faced shame at his paralyzing arousal was tough to see through the red face I gave him.
Leaning back, I grabbed the brush again and maintained eye contact. Daddy always said it showed you really cared.
“Count them for me, bitch. Know there are extras as you said ‘No’ to me.”
“Yes, Miss Jane…thank you.”
His gratitude at the beating I was going to give him made me hot.
I barely heard him through the blood rushing through my ears as I wailed on his ass with the brush. I was worried I might break it before I was finished having my fun. I think he was crying, and I heard him sobbing again when he reached…
“That should be enough for now, bitch.”
The relief in his eyes was warm and loving.
I reached the brush around to his face.
“Kiss it, whore. Use your fucking lips on this like it’s mom.”
He did, of course. His rock hard cock was leaking and glistening from the oozing pre-cum as his lips tenderly met the brush that flayed his ass a few seconds ago. He was lost in lust and extremely turned on at the degradation, shifting uncomfortably to ease his frustration. It seemed as though nothing was off-limits to daddy anymore. I would continue to test that.
Setting the brush down in his sight so the humiliation of it all stayed with him I went to my closet. Grabbing the panties from earlier and my used toy I strutted back to my slave.
I didn’t really care what he said. I think he was grateful-sounding but I was more focused on the task at hand and keeping my hands from fingering myself to orgasm.
I opened a drawer of my vanity, again in sight of daddy, and took out my tube of KY and slowly drank in the implications running through daddy’s mind as I did it. No doubt he was feeling like the protective, judgemental father figure who couldn’t imagine why I would have such a thing. Contrast that with the simple fact that daddy couldn’t hide his complete arousal at my abuse and domination of him.
Opening the tube, I squirted a little on the tip (not enough, really), and placed the dildo gently at his ass crack. Watching his eyes intently, I slowly rammed the 7″ fake dick into his asshole until it was gone. Smiling down at daddy…
“Lovely. My faggot daddy took the dick in his ass again like a good girl! Now turn around, whore.”
He raised up, clearly uncomfortable and ashamed, and turned to face me, his loving daughter.
Throwing the stained panties in his face, I hissed at him.
“Put these on, bitch.”
“Yes, Miss Jane, thank you…”
His humiliations would be never-ending with me around. He slowly slipped out of his slacks and moved the too-small panties up his legs to the stiff rod pointing at me, dripping and slick.
“Faster, whore! Mom will be here any minute and I don’t want her seeing your pansy ass in my room!”
“Yes, Miss Jane, apologies…” So scared. He swiftly dragged the panties on, careful to keep my cock deep in his ass while trying to avoid too much friction on his hard dick.
“Good girl. Pants up, NOW!”
Of course, he quickly complied.
“Now then, get to the kitchen, whore.”
He looked at me, still tented, and a little puzzled.
“I will let you wear your man-clothes for tonight to cover up my cock in your ass and my stained panties that you’re wearing…”
Then I let the proverbial other shoe drop.
“…But you will be wearing the pretty little apron all night for mother’s party. If she asks you will say you don’t want to make a mess of your clothes or something. Honestly, I don’t give a shit what you tell her…I just want her getting used to seeing you as the panty-waist faggot we both know you really are.”
I let his stomach drop as his ego was crushed a little more under my heel. This just keeps getting better and better…
“Get your ass over here now!” Mistress yelled at me.“Yes… Yes, Mistress…” I stammered nervously.
I knew I had fucked up royally this time by the sound of her voice and also by where she was pointing to, she was pointing to the tabletop vise-grip. Yeah you heard me right I said the tabletop vise-grip, Mistress and I play in the now soundproof tool shed, and the reason for this is a whole other story to which I won’t go into right now. Right now I’m in big trouble and I’m trembling before my beautiful Mistress waiting for my punishment. Now you might ask what it is I’m in trouble for and you have the right to know, I cheated on my Mistress, yeah I know I’m a very bad slave. I can hear you now asking why I would do such a thing and to be honest I really don’t know why other than it was a spur-of-the-moment type of thing, in other words, I let my dick speak for its self and didn’t use my common sense brain.
“Don’t stand there trembling before me like a childish fool, get yourself in place now,” Mistress says angrily.
“Yes… Yes Mistress,” I say nervously and then step up close to the tabletop vise-grip, grab my cock and lift it out of the way so that I can place my balls in it and so that Mistress may crush them.
Mistress turns the handle and begins crushing my balls with it, slowly the pressure begins to form then the pain sets in, oh the sweet yet devilish pain. She turns the handle more and more to the point she knows I can still handle it and then beyond it this time. I bite my lip to keep from screaming out in pain as I know this will only cause her to turn the handle even more. When she sees me biting my lip she smiles and turns the handle just a slight bit more and then steps away.
“Now that I have you where I want you and where you can’t escape if you wanted to I shall begin punishing you; you pathetic excuse of a slave I thought I trained you better than that but apparently you need more training before you can be seen out in public with me,” Mistress says as she looks over her tools.
I know better than to say anything I just hang my head in shame. Mistress picks up the claw-hammer and turns towards me, my eyes widen as I see it and she laughs that sadistic laugh I used to love to hear. She then turns back to the table and sets it back down and picks up a small yet heavy sled-hammer I’ve truly grown to despise. She turns towards me with an evil grin upon her face and starts heading towards me.
“Please… Please, Mistress…. Mistress, not that…. Please, Mistress….” I stammer as I see her approaching me with it.
“Shut up you insolent fool,” she yells at me and then brings the hammer down on my ass.
I scream out in pain as the sled-hammer indents itself into my skin. I know now what type of punishment I will receive or so I thought.
“You do need more training if you think you know what type of punishment I’m going to give you this time, this was just to get your attention and now that I have it…” she says and then places the sled-hammer down and from somewhere behind me picks up the meat tenderizer.
“No Mistress…. Please… Please, Mistress, have mercy… I promise never to cheat on you again Mistress…” I stammer out as I see the meat tenderizer in her hands, my eyes wide with horror, she had threatened to use it on me before but hadn’t so far.
Mistress slaps my face full force with her hand, “shut up before I gag you,” she says angrily.
Mistress then brings the meat tenderizer down upon my cock-head with what felt like a full-force hit.
“FUCK!” I scream as the pain rages through my cock and up to my brain and then back down to my cock, tears are instantly falling from my eyes.
Mistress then brings the meat tenderizer down upon my cock-head, again and again, I scream out in pain as the tears flow from eyes. Mistress doesn’t give me a moment’s rest, she lets the meat tenderizer hit close to the base of my cock, and I continue to scream out in pain both from the hits of the tenderizer and from the pain of me instinctively jerking back causing my nut-sack to scream out in pain in its trapping as well. For what seemed like forever Mistress pulverized my cock with that meat tenderizer making sure not one spot of my cock was missing. When she was done my cock was bruised, a little bloody, and swollen but not too swollen which I thought was odd since it felt like she was really giving it to me (which I found out much later that she hadn’t and that she was merely tapping my cock with it but since my cock was held out so taught it felt worse than it was).
“There you insolent fool that should teach you not to fool around on me again if it doesn’t next time I’ll just cut the damn thing off completely,” she says as she turns back to the table to clean the sled-hammer and meat tenderizer.
I have nowhere to go but to stand there on weak, trembling legs as my balls are still locked tightly into the tabletop vise-grip and crying like a baby. I want to touch my aching cock but can’t as my hands are still bound behind my back.
Finally, she comes over to me and releases my balls and I fall to the ground in a blubbering pathetic excuse of a man mess.
“Stop your crying and please me now,” she says sternly as she straddles my head.
Mistress lowers herself down onto my face and smothers me with her dripping wet pussy, what transpired just now she obviously enjoyed very much. I lick and suck on her beautiful pussy even as I continue to regain my composure. My cock and balls throbbing in pain and yet just the smell and taste of my Mistress has my cock rock hard and ready to explode.
“Ha you pathetic fool you think you’re going to be allowed to come, I think not in fact once the swelling goes down your chastity device will be locked on and you will remain in for a month before I even think about letting you out of it,” Mistress says and then punches my balls. I scream into her pussy as the pain soars through and of course instantly I’m soft again.
In some ways, it was embarrassing as at the time I was in the Army working with Special Forces. I weighed 210 pounds and had a 32-inch waist. Was built and had six-pack abs.
Anne was about 5 foot 2 and would weigh about 100 pounds after being soaked with water. Nice slim build with a beautiful round bubble ass that caused both men and women to stare at it.
We had been living together for about a month and I admit that I kept trying to get her to let me fuck that beautiful ass.
One Saturday morning when I had a weekend pass, we were laying in bed. She was laying on her side with that ass close to me. My hand was gently exploring her body and as my hand landed on her ass, my fingers gently spread her ass cheeks and I scooted my body so that my hard cock started to gently press on her tight little ass hole.
She moved away and gave me a little funny look. “How serious are you about this? How far are you willing to go to fuck my ass ? “.
I swallowed hard and told her whatever it takes.I smiled real big thinking that I was going to finally get her to let me do it.
“Really? Are you willing to be taught properly to do it so that we both enjoy it ? Are you willing to learn with my way of instructing ?” she smiled at me.
“Of course, you know that. Want us both to cum” I replied hoarsely.
She smiled and told me to lay back and close my eyes as she got everything ready.
I laid back and let my hand start to play with my hard cock.
After about 5 minutes, I felt Anne climbing back into our bed , and I quit playing with myself and reached for her. I felt her hand grab mine and heard her whisper hoarsely “Not yet. Open your eyes ” .
I opened my eyes and couldn’t believe my eyes. SHE HAD GROWN A COCK!!!#
I gulped and was confused. . “Wait a minute , what’s going on here, how did you grow that ” and a bunch of other stupid crazy things.
“Settle down and relax silly , it’s just a small strap on. You said you was willing to learn how to fuck an ass didn’t you ?” Anne laughed.
I gulped thinking she wasn’t going to do what I think she was , was she? Surely , she wasn’t going to stick that thing in my ass. Surely not I thought and asked her.
“But of course dirty boy . You need to learn how it feels so that you will do it properly. Now shut up and pay attention ” she told me.
” Wait a minute , no , I ain’t queer or anything like that , no , ” and a bunch of dumb things I told her.
Anne got off the bed with her back turned towards me and spread her ass cheeks. “Then you better kiss this good bye. You aren’t getting your cock anywhere near it until you learn how to behave. So you better choose wisely otherwise you may not get anything else this weekend” she huffed at me.
My mind raced and I could feel my cock going limp. Is she serious ? I wondered. I knew that tone and felt she was .
“Ok, guess I can learn. Just be easy on me, please. Never done anything like this ” I grumbled. After all how long could it take and I would show her later who was boss . Didn’t know how wrong I was .
“While we are at it , think you have a few other things to learn about. For one, I don’t like that tone of voice. You better change it NOW!!!. You will learn what I have to teach you or else !!” She hissed.
” OK Anne, whatever you say ” I said in a slightly better tone.
She slapped my face, causing me to jump slightly. I had never seen her this way before. It was scary but very exciting and hot.
“You will only speak when I tell you you can. You WILL address me as Maam at all times when we are alone . You will do what you are told when you are told. Do I make myself clear dirty boy ?” She said in a forceful tone.
All I could do was gulp and whisper “Yes Maam”. Didn’t know what was going on but was staring to enjoy it and getting excited.
“Stand over here, ” Anne told me, pointing to a spot at the foot of the bed.
I got off the bed in a hurry and practically ran to the spot she had pointed to.
She stood in front of me and looked me over from head to toe and back.
“I know you haven’t been happy. Sure you have had plenty of sex (not as much as she thought ) , but you still haven’t found that which you have been looking for. I found some of your magazines and am quite happy that you are interested in. For I am a Domme and I have been looking for a new submissive. When I saw you , I knew I had found my new sub. Thats why we have been talking about it at times these past few weeks. But the time for talking is over . Time for your training to begin if you are willing to learn more about yourself and your desires. I can’t make you , you have to allow it to happen. Now I am going to have a glass of iced tea. You will stay here and make your choice. . I will be in the kitchen for 10 minutes. When I come back in, you will either be on the bed on all fours or standing right where you are with your head bowed. If you are on the bed , will just train you how to fuck an ass. If you are standing , we will explore all of your desires. The choice is yours ” .
With that, she turned and left the bedroom.
The soft click of the door closing seemed unnaturally loud in the room.
I stood in the silence letting my mind try to make sense of what happened.
I had not seen Anne act this way and while it was scary, was very exciting at the same time. She was so strong and forceful as she slapped me, but at the same time, her smile as she slapped me made me want to see it more.
And, being honest, seeing her with that strap on was actually kind of exciting. Thinking of her with the strap on, I could feel myself getting hard. Felt confused by the warring emotions running thru me. I knew what she had planned. Had seen what a lady does with those in magazines. Had wondered how it would feel, the bit shouldn’t only homosexual feel excited by that type of sex? Why did I find the picture of Anne using that on me so exciting? And I enjoyed her slapping my face. Tho it stung, could feel my cock twitching as she slapped me.
And how did I feel standing there as she walked around inspecting me like a piece of meat? I felt very confused at her words but I admitted that she was right. Didn’t feel sexually gratified even tho I had the pleasure of having sex with some very desirable women.
Could I take what she wanted to do? She had mentioned safe words.
I stood there confused emotionally and mentally.
But decided, I had to know what it would be like to totally give control of my life here over to her.
I tried to stand as tall as I could and as bravely as I could to face what she wanted to.
She had talked about sadism. Was she one who enjoyed inflicting pain. Knew I enjoyed some light pain, but what if she wanted to do more?
Could I actually do this? Went back and forth to the bed and back to the spit I was to stand.
I looked at the clock and seen I only had 1 minute left.
I had to decide and decide now.
I walked to the spot and tried not to tremble at the thought of what was to come.
I try to still my trembling legs as I hear Mistress Anne come back into the room.
I open my eyes and steal a quick glance and see her smiling.
Her hands start to gently touch my body in different places, just light fleeting touches. I can feel myself becoming aroused and my cock getting hard.
Her hand gently cups my balls and how I don’t cum, I don’t know.
“Look at me ” she finally quietly whispers.
I raise my head and look at her smiling face. I can feel her hand slowly start to squeeze my balls, lightly at first, but increasing in pressure until I moan lightly in pain.
She leans close and whispered in my ear ” You belong to me now. No matter who else you fuck, you will still be mine to do with as I want ” and gives my balls a slightly harder squeeze before letting go.
“We will negotiate all facets of our relationship, but for today, you will just do as you are told and like it. Remember, I have seen the magazines you have been hiding.”
My mind was in complete turmoil. Yes, I was interested in what the magazines showed but not to try . Or so I thought.
“Turn and face the bed and lean over with your hands on the bed ” Mistress Anne told me.
Didn’t know what to expect and I hesitated. “What are you waiting for, do it NOW”.
I quickly turned and faced the bed and leaned over. Felt so exposed and so vulnerable and trying to relax and do what I am told.
“You have to learn to do what you are told when you are told. To accomplish this, we will have rewards and punishments ” I heard her say, just before her hand smacked my right ass cheek hard. I jumped a bit and started to stand up from surprise.
“BEND BACK OVER DIRTY LITTLE BOY !!” I heard her shout.
I quickly leaned back over and tried to brace myself. I didn’t flinch as bad when her hand came down hard on my left ass cheek.
“That’s a good boy. You’really already learning ” Mistress told me as her hand came down hard on each ass cheek again. I flinched but didn’t jump up again.
“Stand up and face me”.
I stood and faced her.
“Now you are going to learn how to properly receive a blow job and fuck an ass ” she smiled at me.”Now get down on your knees “.
I kneeled and was at eye level with the dildo. I couldn’t help but stare as she let her fingers start to work a grip on my hair .
“Open your mouth and suck on it,” she tells me in a low throaty voice.
I hesitate but her grip on my hair draws my face closer.
As the dildo touches my face, I open my mouth and feel her start to slide it into my mouth. As it slides deep enough to gag me , I hear her say “This part isn’t pleasant is it ?” as she starts to pull the dildo out. She pulls my hair so that my head is forced more onto the dildo and then she pulls back on it.
“This is how you accept any gift of a woman putting her mouth on your puny cock,” she tells me as I finally figure what she wants. I let my mouth slide up and down the shaft and I feel her hand relax in my hair.
My face turned upwards facing her as my mouth continued sucking on the dildo. My hands reached and caressed her thighs and worked their way around to hold her ass and I use this to pull her deeper into my mouth.
She smiled at me and let her hand gently tussle my hair.
“Get up on the bed on your hands and knees ” Mistress Anne whispered hoarsely.
I hurriedly complied and could felt her join me on the bed.
“One thing to remember is to use lots of lube ” I heard her say as I felt the coolness of a liquid drip down onto my puckered asshole.
“Then you use a finger to warm your partner up ” as her finger started to push against me. I try to relax but it still hurts slightly as her finger finally breaks thru my resistance.
I could feel her finger slowly working its way in and out of me.
She pushed hard with her finger and all of a sudden could feel my cock really stiffen.
I could hear her chuckle. “You men have such a nice little play toy back here. Doesn’t it feel good ?” She asked as her finger continued massaging what I found out later was my prostate gland.
It didn’t take long before I shot a load of cum and collapsed onto the bed.
“Rollover ” she commanded me and I complied.
As I lay on my back, she laid her head on my shoulder and let her arm draped over me holding me tenderly.
“That’s enough for your first day, but you will learn much much more. And enjoy it ”
She whispered in my ear. “After you rest, I have a very special reward for you for being such a good boy”
The two women were in good spirits that evening. It had been six months since Dee had left the law firm she once worked at with Lori to start out on her own. This night on the town had been the first chance they had to get together since.
“It’s been such a relief really being able to get in touch with myself, and what I truly want to be doing with my life” the brunette replied with a devilish grin.
“It can be a lot to handle on one’s own” Lori went on, watching her friend rifle through her purse with a key. She was surprised to hear Dee burst into laughter at the serious comment. “What?” she demanded when Dee finally started to regain her composure.
“Well, I was going to surprise you, but I have had some help with that” Dee answered jiggling the keys she managed to fish from her purse. “Remember how I told you I used to like to be a controlling domme in the bedroom?”
“Yeah….” Lori cut in, adjusting her glasses, and crossing her arms in a stance of exaggerated interest.
Shaking off some of the drinks from earlier, Dee looked suddenly serious. She fluffed her curly brown hair and straightened her form-fitting brown dress, steadying herself on her heels. Eying seriously towards the door she unlocked it and entered.
Standing to the side of the door, rigidly upright, was a young man clothed in nothing but a black nylon thong. His long brown hair fell down around his neckline which was affixed with an unadorned black collar. Below the neckline, his body had been shorn smooth. Staring straight ahead the boy held out his hands, palms up.
“Oh my god, you went and got yourself a boytoy!” Now Lori’s turn to laugh, the raven-haired woman snorted as she crossed the apartment’s threshold. “ …and you’re robbing the cradle too I see” she chuckled closing the door an eyeing the young man more closely.
Far from being unattractive, Dee was a mature woman of her late forties. Her face was unlined, and the body between that form-fitting dress had slight plumpness that came with the years. The boy, on the other hand, Lori wouldn’t have pegged for being a day past 25.
“He’s actually in his early thirties, believe it or not” Dee countered handing the boy her purse. “Guess the years are kinder to the boytoys” she said with a dry smirk.
“Fetch Lady Lori and I some coffee” Dee remarkly curtly to the boy as she passed into the Living to find a spot for her and her friend on the white leather couches.
Sitting down in her black skirt and crossing her legs. Lori stared bemused, gazing over the rooms eating counter into the open kitchen beyond where the nearly naked man went about brewing coffee for her. “So is this boytoy also your….boyfriend?”
Actually, he is my slave
“God no!” Dee snorted within easy earshot of the boy. “But he is my slave”
Adjusting her glasses and leaning back, Lori looked back to Dee for more explanation.
“A true honest to god slave” she laughed as if that covered it. “He cooks, he cleans, during the day he’s my paralegal, whatever I want”
Lori giggled. “A paralegal….ha” She put her hand up to her mouth. “ Does he wear his little man-thong when he’s fetching you your files” the dark-haired woman jested, her slender cheekbones contorted in a mirthful grin.
“Of course” Dee replied eyeing as the boy rounded the counter with a tray holding two mugs of coffee. “I’ve taken all his clothing, except the thong and collar” she said still staring, delighting in making the boy a little nervous. “I never gave him a key to the place, so he pretty much can’t go anywhere unless I say anyway, so why bother?”
She reached out as the boy handed her a mug. “Half the reason I keep the little bitch around is to watch him shake that tight little ass anyway” punctuating the remark Dee slapped the boy on his butt cheek with her free hand drawing a shocked breathe as he maintained the tray with the other mug.
Handing off the mug, the redfaced boy returned the tray to the kitchen, before returning to the seating group to stand upright and await instruction.
As he approached Lori noted an unusual square bulge in the boy’s thong.
“You don’t say much do you?”, she said looking up from the bulge to meet his eyes” he looked to Dee.
“Answer Lady Lori boy” Dee nodded smiling.
He turned back to Lori, his face reddening as he tried to maintain eye contact with the woman. “Boy bitches are better seen than heard, my Lady” he managed to say through his embarrassment with practiced control.
“Oh my god….” Lori exclaimed lightly.
Dee just laughed. “What can I say, I got him trained well.”
“Do I even want to know what’s in his pants” Lori gasped reflecting on the unusual bulge.
“Why that’s the best part” Dee exclaimed. “I keep my little boytoy all locked up”.
A look of longing fell across the boys face.
“Boy, tell Lady Lori why little boytoys should be locked up” the woman remarked, pouncing on the boy’s discomfort.
“Boy bitches don’t deserve to cum my Lady, they serve only at a Woman’s pleasure” he recited swallowing hard.
Rising Dee smiled to her friend as she went and stood before the quivering boy. “Of course you know he doesn’t mean that she said turning from her friend to the boy”. Slowly she ran her fingers down the sides of the boy’s body. “I’m sure it drives him crazy, almost never being allowed to cum” she watched as the boy swallowed hard in trepidation at her touch.
Locking her eyes on the boys she continued. “Being so needy for release, electrified at the slightest touch” she cooed sliding her hands down to the side of his hips. “I’m sure his body must be screaming at times” her hands found his ass. “But I also like watching him suffer” squeezing his ass she directed the comment to her friend, but kept her eyes locked on his. “Knowing how much he must be yearning for me” she said slowly with a wolfish grin. “How desperately eager he is to keep me happy”.
Sitting, Dee crossed her legs and nodded to a dangling foot. Following her cue, the boy knelt and began to massage her foot. “My boybitch doesn’t go out carousing the bar’s like real men his age.” Picking her mug off the side table she took a sip. “My boybitch waits attentively to serve me, and only me, his natural superior”
“His natural superior?” Laughing, Lori interrupted. “Well, your highness” she smiled standing and looking down at the scene. “This…” she gestured comically at the scene before her “is quite interesting, and all but I really should be getting home.”
The two women rose and exchanged farewells, as Dee showed Lori to the door. Easing the door shut she rounded on the boy. “Go to the bedroom, get my clips, cuffs, and the thick leather belt on the dresser”
Dee bade the slave on to kneel on the living room floor upon returning. “What do you think Lady Lori thought of us boy?” she asked cuffing his hands behind his back.
“I think she was surprised my Lady” the boy replied uncertainly what sort of answer his Lady was looking for.
“I think you’re right boy” she laughed, fixing the clips to his nipples. “That hurt..” she whispered gently.
The boy nodded slightly.
“Good” she laughed tugging on the chain between them evincing a gasp from her captive. “She thought I was joking when I told her I was your natural superior, did you think I was joking boy?” she asked stroking his hair.
“No my Lady” he responded quickly as his Lady expected. “Boybitches are born to serve their natural superiors” he stammered coming up with the expected response, as he watched the mature woman slide her wet panties down beneath her dress.
“I’m glad you agree boy” she smiled stuffing the moist garment into his mouth, “because it’s true.” Picking up the belt and stretching it between her fists she circled behind him. “I’m smarter then you” she snapped the belt “I make more money than you” letting the belt drop with one hand she let it caress the boys back. “though to be fair I don’t actually pay you anything” she smirked. “I’m stronger than you” she said suddenly, yanking the boys cuffed wrists up so that is forehead went to the carpeted floor and his ass to the air.
“I can beat you whenever I please” With a sudden swing she belted his bare ass eliciting a muffled grunt from the boy. She laughed striking again. “Do you like that boy?” she said louder with another whack. He squealed as she struck again, and again. “You know other men your age are out seducing there dates, so they can take them home and fuck them” she laughed hitting again. “Here you sit, with your balls locked up desperate to clean my toilet and scrub my counters” Taking another swing she admired his reddened ass. “If that doesn’t make me you inferior to women I don’t know what would.”
Pulling her panties from his mouth she took a seat on the couch. “and you love it” she laughed. “having an older woman cut your balls off, tell you when to piss” she looked at him fondly, as he rose back to his knees. “A natural born bitch!” she chuckled, “Tell me, bitch, tell me about My balls” she grinned at her handy work, as the shaking, bruised boy looked to the ground red and shamed.
“A boybitches balls belong to his Lady. They are nothing but ornamentation, a Lady’s property to be locked away and use as She sees fit” he stammered.
“and would my little boybitch ever like to play with My balls again?” She queried leaning forward.
A desperate glimmer filled the boys eyes, as he shuddered. He was about to answer when Dees laughter cut him off.
Leaning back Dee sighed as she regained her composure. “Boybitches are better seen than heard” she said, her brown dress rustling as she spread her legs.
Hands still cuffed, shuffling forward on his knees, the boy nestled between Dee’s plump thighs. Her musky scent filled his nostrils, as she heaved a leg over his shoulder and pushed him deeper against her.
Whap! Dee swatted a folder against the boy’s bare ass as he passed by.
“This one too” she said handing off the file to her slave. “Put it with the others.”
Finishing off the workday at a desk in her study, Dee was casually attired for a day spent working at home. Tight-fitting bluejeans hugged the frame of her plump thighs and curvy buttocks, while a loose maroon-colored tee-shirt covered her stomach and bosom. Her curly brown hair lacked any formal teasing she would usually employee when she was out in court or meeting clients.
“As it pleases you my Lady” he replied taking the folder and making his way to the lateral cabinet at the side of Dee’s study.
“That’s a good little boybitch” Dee muttered, almost to herself, as she clicked away at her keyboard finishing up the letter she was typing. “and that…about… does it” she concluded finishing up the last few words and saving the document. Swiveling in her chair she turned from her desk to observe the boy.
Forgoing the thong, she had him working naked today with exception to the ever-present collar and chastity device she kept on him. A wry grin on her lips, she took in his bare ass as he thumbed through the Pendaflex folders looking for the proper section. Upon closing the drawer he turned and saw her watching him. His cock twitched, straining against its confines, as it did often of late upon the observation. Dee’s grin widened.
I don’t want to cum!
“Remind me again, how long it’s been since I gave my little boytoy some release” she queried finding pleasure in the boys constant sexual frustration.
“Twenty days my Lady” he replied with a gulp.
“Twenty days” she mused leaning forward in her chair. “Good” Dee concluded. “I like you this way, all needy and desperate” she giggled. “I’d swear, the less I let you cum the more focused you seem to be on serving me. Wouldn’t you agree boy?”
“Yes, my Lady” the boy replied knowing Dee expected him to agree with her.
“It’s the way it should be.” Dee paused standing up and approaching the boy. “From now on when I ask you if you’d like to cum, I want you to say no and thank me for taking your little cock from you. Can you do that for me sweet little boytoy hmm..?” she instructed, a smile on her lips as she reaches down to fondle the boy’s balls.
“Yes, my Lady” the younger man replied with a quiver.
“Good” the woman concluded perkily. “You’ve been doing good with your protocols, it’s important you know” she said rubbing her hands slowly on his chest.
“It’s how I start to control my little boybitches mind” the older woman admonished, an almost feral grin upon her face. “My poor little boytoy” she whispered continuing her rubbing. “All cut off from the outside world, so horney and needy” smiling she looks up from his chest to meet the boys gaze. “Would my little cubby like to cum, hmmm….?”
“No my Lady” he gulped.
Eyes locked on his Dee met his reply with patient silence.
“Thank you, my Lady, for taking my cock away” he finished reddening with the reply.
But I do want to orgasm
“With a little time and practice, you’ll come to believe that” she winked. “Now, it’s been a long afternoon and I could use a little action from your sweet little ass” stepping suddenly to his side Dee slapped her hand down hard on the boy’s buttcheek. “Bedroom, slut” she barked playfully, following as the boy made his way down the condos short hall past the living room and bathroom to the bedroom at it’s opposite end.
Entering the room behind the boy, Dee flicked the light switch and shut the door. She beckoned, with her finger, as her slave turned expectantly to her for instruction.
Without warning, she grabbed her naked prisoner and shoved him to the wall. Hands feeling all up and down his body, Dee seized her lips upon the boys slipping her tongue into his mouth for a savage forceful kiss. A bite lingering as she pulled back from the boys lips, she put her hands on the boy’s shoulders and backed towards the bed guiding him as she went. “That’s a good little cubby, come to mama” she whispered.
Pushing the boy to his knees, Dee took a seat at the edge of the bed. Thrusting her right foot forward, her slave took the hint and slide her socks off. Repeating with her right, the woman loosened her belt had him slide off her jeans.
Rising to her feet, the boy barely had time to slide back to keep from being knocked on his back as Dee thrust the crotch of her panties into his face. Pressed close to her wetness the boy looked up to his Lady for approval, his hands grazing up her bare fleshy thighs to remove the garment.
“No hands” she countered curtly. Watching with satisfaction as her slave used his teeth to wrest the silky fabric over the curve of her ass and down her legs. Barely raising her ankle by only a few inches she made her servant double over with his face almost to the floor to slide them off.
Rising on his knees the boy looked to Dee, the wet garment still hanging from his mouth.
Nearly laughing at the sight, Dee snagged the panties from him and flung them across the room. “Upon the bed boytoy,” she said patting the mattress. “ I want your knees bent, and feet flat against the headboard, your head about here” pointing she indicated a spot at the beds center.
“That’s good” the older woman affirmed watching her naked captive get into position. “Right where you belong” heaving a thick thigh over his head Dee straddled the boys face and pinned his hands down at the wrists. Weight of her body strengthening her grasp, Dee settled in sliding her legs towards the foot of the bed, forcing her moist genitals upon the boy. “Eat it” she ordered as the boy struggled to move his knees bent perpendicular to the oak headboard.
“Mmmm that’s a good little bitch” she cooed as her slave lapped, and licked at her glistening pussy. “Ooooo yeah, that’s it bitch make mama cum” closing her eyes Dee focused on the sensation. “Yes, mmm that’s it” opening them she looked at the boys caged cock, pulsing and contracting as it struggled in its clear sheath. The sight of it only intensified her excitement.
Shifting forward to her knees, Dee sat half up withdrawing her pussy from the reach of her boys tongue and pushing the soft lobes of her ass close against his face. “Mmmm…my asshole bitch” she murmured enveloping the boys face beneath her cheeks, freeing one hand to finger herself. “Deeper you slut” she breathed as the prone boy probed her with his tongue. “Yes…yes” she crescendoed, climaxing as her slave worked away.
Panting to herself, Dee sat back in full smothering the boy fully as she caught her breath. Moments passed as Dee smiled to herself with satisfaction. A shake from the boy and a spasm from his arms prompted the woman to slide forward so the boy could gasp for air.
“That was good” breaking the silence Dee leaned forward and caressed the smooth plastic of the boy’s chastity device. “Such a good little boytoy” she cooed touching the cool metal of the tiny lock holding the contraption in place. “Such a good thing you did for mama, perhaps my little boybitch deserves a nice reward, wouldn’t you like that” looking lovingly at the cock cage she awaited the boys reply.
“Yes, my Lady” the boy replied his voice his muffled against her pussy.
“How would my boy like some release, hmmm…” she giggled sitting back up on her knees and pulling her ass up from the boys face.
“Please my Lady!” the boy exclaimed eagerly.
“That’s it? just one please” she scoffed. “Is that any way for a boy bitch to beg his Lady?”
“Please, please please, my Lady!” he countered, longing in his voice.
“Mm, hmm. And is my little boytoy getting desperate” she laughed. “Be honest boy.”
“Yes my Lady. It’s driving me crazy. Please, my Lady. I’m so horney every waking moment, please my Lady” he cried with desperation.
“Awe, my sweet little cubby; but I like you that way…. all naked and horney and eager to please” she mocked. “And don’t little boybitches kiss asses when they beg” she twittered shaking her round behind just above him.
“Please my Lady, mmph. Please please, mmph. Please please let me cum mmphh.” The boy urged between pecks on his Goddesses cheeks.
“Better” she smiled pausing for a moment as though considering the boy’s cries.
Sobering, she began to undulate her hips with her words, smacking her bare buttocks against the boys face. “How… many times… do… I have to… tell you” she lectured. “You…belong…down… here.” Sounding suddenly stern, she stopped. “Now I’ll ask you again. Would my little boytoy like to cum?”
“No my Lady” the boy responded dejected, remembering the reply his Lady expected.
“Mmhmm” Dee prompted, with an ominous silence.
“Th..thank you my Lady” the boy finished shakily. “Thank you for taking away my cock.”