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My Daughter In-Law - 2
by Ving (address withheld)
***
Our adventure continues. The rules are set and agreed
to our new life begins, then niece Karin appears. (M-
dom/FF, voy, bg, orgy, blkmail)
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My daughter in law left her husband over an ass fucking
gangbang she was the center of and asked me if I would
let her stay in my house until she got on her feet.
Seeing as I was the catalyst for the gang rape of her
asshole, (seven men found us with my hand and part of
my arm up her cunt, giving her an incredibly deep
fisting, but unfortunately I stretched her out and her
cunt was unsuitable for fucking, so the men just
flipped her over and spent several hours fucking her
ass, one after the other) I was somewhat reluctant in
granting her request.
Then, in a voice so low I had to lean over to hear her,
she told me she had enjoyed it, and that she came more
and harder than she ever had in her life and confessed
to me that she would be interested in pursuing a male
dominant female submissive relationship with me. I, in
turn, confessed that while fist fucking her I got a
real charge from the sense of power and control I had
over her and that not only didn't I care that I caused
her pain, I got a raging hard on from the act of
causing it.
We had a drink and told each other our sides of what
happened; she about the emotional turn on she got from
submitting to the men and being the center of
attention, while at the same time experiencing the
totally new physical sensation of pleasure being
created by pain, and how the combination of the two
gave her the most intense, long and satisfying orgasms
in her life. For my part I told her of the pleasure I
derived from shoving my arm up her cunt, knowing I was
causing her pain, but sensing she wanted all I could
give. Then when those men showed up and began their
assault, I felt like you were mine to give them, and
that thought almost made me cum in my pants.
I smiled broadly and told her my sense was right after
all. She smiled shyly back, shuffled her feet and
finally nodded her head. We decided we were interested
in learning more about our budding dominant /
submissive sides. We wound up spending the entire night
and early morning visiting BDSM and related sites on
the internet to get a feel for the lifestyle and the
many and varied ways it was expressed.
When we finally got too tired to focus and just before
heading to bed, we decided we would each make a list of
likes and dislikes from the information we gathered,
then I would distill them and come up with a set of
rules our mutual desires dictate. If she agreed to
abide by them she would have not only a home but she
would have free use of my wealth and property. In
return I would get an adult female toy who would allow
me to use her as roughly and depravedly as I desired.
I guess it's time to describe my soon to be ex daughter
in law to you. Phyllis Jones is a former Ms. North
Dakota. She finished among the top ten contestants in a
national beauty pageant once, she parlayed that 15
minutes of fame first into a clothes modeling gig,
then, as she matured from a thin nineteen year old
beauty queen into a curvaceous twenty something blonde
knockout, she became a lingerie model. Phyllis is a 22
year old, 5''7", 130 pound, blonde haired, blue eyed
beauty. She is the perfect woman, 36c, 24, 36, with a
short torso and long lean dancer's legs.
How my son ever wooed and won this woman is beyond me,
but he certainly couldn't keep her, and now his old man
was going to use his ex wife as his experimental sex
toy. Speaking of which, I am a silver haired, 58 year
old fox in sheep's clothing. My easy going and hail
fellow well met personality hides a dagger in your
heart robber barons' treachery. Both skills have led to
my being a very rich man with more money than I will
ever be able to spend, although I am going to give it a
damn good try.
And now, disproving that theory about old dogs and new
tricks, I discovered I have a dominant side I didn't
know I had, and the woman who nurtured it into being
has offered to continue in her role, as subservient to
my wishes and living only to satisfy my cravings. The
gangbang was Friday night, we made our confessions and
discoveries Sunday evening and into the early morning
Monday hours.
She gave me her list Monday evening and now on Tuesday
night, just five days after the life altering gangbang
we are about to decide just how alternate that life
will be. I am going to present the general rules of
life as my submissive to a lingerie model, allowing her
to make one last major decision for herself. Agree to
the rules and live in luxury as an obedient sex object,
or say no, and go back to being just a highly paid
model and calendar girl.
I realized it could be an easy decision for her to make
if I made the rules to stringent or weird, but I
ultimately refused to temper my wants and desires, so
even as I took into consideration Phyllis' own list of
wants, desires, and absolutely nots, it was definitely
a set of rules that reflected a lifetime of fantasy and
fetishism for me, with a new found desire to inflict
pain and humiliation thrown in. I wound up with ten
general rules
1] I will never marry you, you will be my obedient sex
toy never my wife.
2] I will take over control of your career including
power of attorney you will keep your agency, but
modeling jobs will be okayed by me you will receive a
monthly statement of all income and a trust fund will
be set up in your name but in my control I will also
take control of your bank accounts, savings accounts,
credit cards and all your assets you will no longer
have a use for your own money.
3] You will do what I tell you without question or
hesitation.
4] When I ask you to do something you will consider it
a command not a request.
5] I will be in charge of your wardrobe you will wear
what I tell you to wear, no more no less.
6] You will no longer initiate any sexual activity you
will have sex when and only when I allow you to you
will have sex with anyone I tell you to, male or
female.
7] I promise never to cause you bodily harm or
disfigurement I will never draw blood and I will never
cause bruises before any work assignment you may have
8] I promise to honor and obey your safe word, (or sign
if you are gagged) and will instantly cease any and all
activities we are engaged in when you use either.
9] Our activities will never include children, blood,
scat, gay men, disfigurement, single tail whips, knives
or any sharp objects, asphyxiation, mutilation or
branding I may at some point decide to have you pierced
for body jewelry and I agree to discuss the pros and
cons with you as per the affect it may have on your
career and we both agree to abide by the decision
mutually arrived at.
10] Infractions of these rules and any and all commands
or requests will be grounds for punishment with the
type of punishment and instrument of punishment to be
decided by me or someone I have personally told you has
my permission to punish your punishments will include
but are not limited to: public and private humiliation,
spankings, breast and nipple torture, being told to
stand in a corner, the use of implements such as riding
crops, canes, paddles, many stranded whips, nipple
clamps, clothespins, hot candle wax and any other
mutually agreed upon implement.
I felt like a pimply faced teen age boy as I presented
Phyllis with the list of rules and impatiently waited
for her reply. She slowly read the list then read it
again, even slower, and I could see her taking in the
nuances and digesting what may be implied by both being
written and omitted. I deliberately left out never
doing golden showers or bestiality, not necessarily
that we will indulge in that, but because I wanted to
see her reaction when she realized they weren't
forbidden.
I couldn't stand the wait so I went and got a cup of
coffee, when I returned Phyllis had finished her
reading. She sprang into my arms when I reentered the
room causing me to spill some of the drink in my hand,
a perfect reason for her first spanking. She didn't
notice what she had done in her hurry to embrace me and
give me her answer. She whispered in my ear that she
agreed to every rule and would start from this moment
forward. She would do everything she was told in order
to meet my every wish, command, desire or need.
I kissed her on her cheek and told her she gave me the
greatest honor by placing her trust in me. I promised
to take good care of her and to protect her, and I
swore an oath to her that I would do nothing to betray
that honor and trust. Inwardly I was doing cartwheels
with joy; a rich dirty old man was just given the
greatest gift on gods green earth.
A stunningly beautiful woman who prances around in her
underwear for a living has just given him total control
of her life, mind, and body, to use and abuse to his
utter satisfaction and depravity. My next thought was a
rueful prayer to the gods to please not let me die for
at least a week, I wanted to get at least a small taste
of my new life. I wasted no time in exercising my new
power.
I removed Phyllis' arms from around my neck and
motioned for her to sit down. I smiled as she scurried
to obey, then pulled another piece of paper from my
pocket. I gave it to her while telling her this was a
list of the my house rules. I told her she had all
ready agreed to the general rules and now had no say in
not obeying the more specific rules of living under my
roof. She looked a little shocked for a split second
but then quickly reached out her hand to accept them.
1] You are allowed to wear what you want when I am not
home. I, or someone I designate, will phone you one
hour before each of my expected arrivals' home from
work to give you time to change into the clothes I want
you to wear in my presence. Monday through Friday you
will wear one of the following: a catholic junior high
school girls uniform consisting of a white cotton bra,
a white cotton Peter Pan collared blouse, a pleated
tartan skirt that shall be no longer than five inches
above your knees, white cotton panties or cotton
panties with pictures of children's stories or Mother
Goose characters printed on them, white anklet socks
and black patent leather shoes. Your hair will be worn
in pigtails.
A secretary's outfit consisting of a sheer white silk
blouse, a black half bra that leaves the top of your
breasts exposed, a dark pleated skirt no longer than at
least four inches above your knees, any pastel shade of
nylon or silk french-cut bikini panties, dark shaded
thigh high stockings that shall always be long enough
that their tops can not be seen beneath your skirt when
you are in a standing position, and four inch stiletto
high heels.
Your hair will flow unencumbered to its full length. A
business woman's outfit consisting of a see through
blouse, a blazer of any color, a pleated skirt no
longer than three inches above your knees, thong
panties, a garter belt, stockings in any shade you wish
and three inch stiletto high heels. You will have your
hair in a bun held by a large stick pin.
A college cheerleader outfit consisting of a sweater
two sizes too small, a matching pleated skirt no longer
than three inches below the leg band of your panties,
sheer mesh panties, white anklet socks and tennis
shoes. Your hair will be in a pony tail.
A girl scout uniform consisting of a cap, a button up
front shirt, white cotton bra, button up front skirt no
longer than four inches above your knees, the bottom
two buttons will be undone at all times, cotton panties
with pictures of teddy bears, unicorns, or fairy tale
characters printed on them, white socks and Mary-Jane
shoes. your hair will be in braids.
Once you are informed of my arrival time the decision
of what to wear is yours. I will be enrolling you in a
special private acting class. You will learn to how to
act as the type of submissive each set of clothes
suggests you are. You have until next Monday to get
your new wardrobe together. There is a list of internet
sites and a credit card next to the computer in your
study that should get you started. On weekends you will
wear camisoles or tank tops and what ever type of panty
you wish and five inch high mules.
2] You will no longer be allowed to wear slacks, jeans,
shorts, pajamas, sports bras, granny panties(unless
instructed to) cotton bras and cotton panties. (unless
instructed to)
3] You are no longer allowed to wear pantyhose or
tights. Anklets, thigh highs and gartered stockings
will be the norm, with the occasional cotton sox when
you are dressed in a special outfit. For your lingerie
just wear what you liked when you modeled it. I will
expect you to have a wide and varied panty collection,
at least thirty different pairs, it will excite me
knowing every time I lift up your skirt I will see a
different pair.
4] Every time you sit down you will make sure the
material of your skirt or dress is between your panties
and the object you are sitting on, be it couch, chair,
bar stool, taxi cab, or bus seat. When you are sure
your ass and the backs of your thighs are covered you
will bunch or adjust your skirt in such a way that the
crotch of your panties will be exposed at all times
while you remain seated.
The same rule applies when you are lying on your
stomach, except you will pull up your skirt so your
panty covered ass cheeks are on view. This rule, I'm
sure, will be hard for you to get used to, so I will be
willing to offer you further instructions on the
nuances of exposing your panties.
5] Your new wardrobe will consist of skirts and dresses
only, the majority of which should be full enough that
I will be able to raise one side up above your ass
while not disturbing the length of the hem of the
opposite side. The fuller the skirts the better it will
be for your modesty. I will want to look at your
panties beneath your skirts or dresses any time I want
to, at home or in public.
So you see, if I am able lift your skirt in public and
the people on the opposite side from me see nothing
untoward, then your modesty remains intact. However you
are to buy five or ten short tight skirts, tight enough
that when I want to look at your panties the whole
skirt will be bunched at your waist, exposing them to
whoever is around to look. This is something you will
have to get used to, because I will be showing off your
panties quite often. I offer my services in teaching
you how to cope with the exhibitionism I will subject
you to. You will only wear bras when instructed to.
6] You are to address me at all times as Protector your
name from now on is Pet or My Pet.
I followed her eyes as she read this new set of rules,
I was especially anxious to see her reaction to these
instructions. I smiled inwardly when I saw her spread
her legs further apart while using her free hand to
slowly raise her skirt up her thighs until it was waded
in her lap and I could clearly see the crotch of her
panties. In fact I even saw a part of a cunt lip as it
spilled through a leg band.
She shifted her ass around on the couch and used the
opportunity of her movement to widen her legs even
further and now I could easily see the entire front of
her panties including the little pink bow sewn into the
waist band. My little pet sure was showing an eagerness
to please, at least in private, I'll have to wait to
see if she pulls that same maneuver while seated on a
stool in a crowded bar.
For a moment I was tempted to forego her punishment for
spilling my coffee, but the devil in me soon put the
kibosh on that idea. My new found evil side couldn't
wait to get its hands on that tight, panty covered ass
and caress it and spank it and then finally take my
turn to fuck it.
She finished her reading, looked up at me and smiled.
She addressed me as Protector and said whatever I
wished is her command. I then pointed to the coffee
stain on the floor and asked her how she thought it got
there while showing her the cup in my hand. She noticed
the stain on the carpet for the first time, then tried
to recall her actions. I could see the light come on as
she realized how it got there and looked at me.
We both knew it was time for her first punishment
session, the Rubicon was about to be crossed. I told
her to stand up, took her place on the couch, then told
her to stand parallel to my legs. I grabbed her elbow
and none to gently guided her around until she wound up
lying across my lap with her torso resting on the
couch, her crotch pressed against mine, and her legs
stretched out along the rest of the couch. This
position left her ass, that firm round bubble, in place
for my right hand to turn her white alabaster skin into
a crimson tide.
I can remember as if it were yesterday, watching as my
hands slowly pulled her skirt up the back of her thighs
until her red nylon panty covered ass cheeks came into
view. I caressed those panty clad globes for at least
ten minutes, stopping only to unloose my hardening cock
from my pants. Then I slowly eased those panties off
and stroked her skin on skin for another five minutes.
Then without warning I raised my arm, cupped my palm
and brought my hand quickly and sharply down on a spot
on the upslope of her right ass cheek. Pet's body
jerked and she let out a shriek.
I waited twenty or thirty seconds and then a pink
tinged hand print appeared where she had been struck. I
did another swat, this one on the upslope of her left
ass cheek. I waited again to see the hand print appear.
Then I started to spank her, raising my hand two or
three feet from her ass, swinging in a rapid arc,
aiming first at the slopes, five slaps on each cheek,
then aiming at those glorious globes themselves. For
them, I stopped cupping my fingers and used a flat
hand, using more force over a greater area.
The tops of her ass cheeks didn't bother with pink,
they went straight to red and kept getting redder. I
stopped after ten swats on each globe, leaving her ass
glowing like Rudolph's nose. Pet had no control over
her body, the first few smacks caused her body to jerk
and twitch, almost dislodging her from my lap, a shrill
scream and tears accompanied each stroke too. However,
by the time I was done, she not only stopped jerking
and screeching, she was arching her back so her ass
could reach out for my hand and her shrieks had turned
to a low, constant moan.
I could also tell she was turned on, I could feel
moisture seeping through my slacks onto my bare skin.
This was confirmed a few minutes later when she stood
on wobbly legs and I could see copious amounts of pussy
juice streaming out of her cunt and down her thighs. I
looked at my pants and a wet spot at least six inches
around covered my upper thighs. My little sex toy
enjoyed her first spanking, my raging hard on told me I
enjoyed it too. I stood up, roughly shoved her down to
the floor so she was on her hands and knees. I once
again raised her skirt up and over her red shaded ass
cheeks.
I knelt behind her, took my cock in hand and guided it
into her pussy, getting it wet. I stroked it in and out
several times, getting it nice and lubricated so it
wouldn't hurt too much when I slammed it into her
asshole. I leaned back, spread her cheeks with my hand,
took aim at the puckered brown tinged hole and shoved
with all my might. Pet screamed and pushed away from
me. I grabbed her waist just before the tip of my cock
became completely dislodged, and using my hands, pulled
her back while at the same time thrusting my crotch
forward, once again slamming it all the way up her ass.
She screamed and tried to pull away again, but I held
her tight and ground my pelvis against her ass flesh,
keeping my cock shoved as far in as it could go. Then I
just fucked her, sometimes holding her hips still as I
pistoned in and out, sometimes staying still myself
while I guided her back and forth with my hands on her
hips. I didn't care about her pleasure or pain, this
was for me only, my pleasure was tantamount, she was
just there to bring it to fruition.
As I reamed her, her shrieks became moans and then
purrs, then, just before I came, she was seeking my
cock, actively pushing her ass at me. I slipped away
from her and sat back to catch my breath. While I
fucked her ass, Phyllis had gone from bracing her torso
with her hands and arms to leaning down so her head
rested on the floor and her ass was high in the air.
While I rested she hadn't moved, so I had a perfect
view of her violated ass hole as it shrunk to almost
normal size.
I then told her to make herself cum while I watched,
then leaned back against the couch while seated on the
floor. Without moving her head she put both hands onto
her cunt, with one she spread her lips and with the
other she began stroking her clit. It didn't take her
very long, and my suspicions were confirmed, she was a
squirter. When her breaths got shorter and sharper a
stream of juice came spurting out from her fingers,
drenching her legs, skirt and my carpet. While she was
still cumming I walked around in front of her, grabbed
her hair and yanked her head up off the floor.
I yelled at her that she had just gotten my carpet wet
again, and just using her hair pivoted her around on
her knees so she could see the puddle her orgasm caused
on my floor. I pushed her head down and rubbed her nose
and lips into it. I pulled her up again and put my face
next to hers, her lips were wet and there was a drop of
moisture on the tip of her nose. I told her I was going
to take a shower and she was going to clean up the two
messes she made on my floor. When the spots were
completely gone she was to come get me so I could see
the job was properly done.
If I was pleased she would have a shower and then I
would give her ass a massage with aloe lotion and put
her to bed in the master bedroom. If I was not pleased
she would clean it until I was, then I would give her
some blankets and a pillow so she could sleep on the
kitchen floor. I was going to let her sleep with me no
matter how it turned out, but she didn't know that, so
I had a long leisurely bath before she retrieved me.
I was flabbergasted with what I saw, or didn't see
actually, for the carpet was spotless. I hugged her,
gently caressed her tear stained cheeks and then led
her to the shower. I washed her, toweled her dry, and
led her to bed. I laid her down on her stomach and
massaged her light pink tinged ass. Caressing those
marvelous globes got me hard again so I took the
opportunity to fuck her ass once more, this time using
the lotion as lubricant and going much slower.
I gently and as lovingly as I could eased my cock up
her ass, because of the lotion and previous violation,
her asshole took me in easily, only coos and low moans
met me this time, no screams of pain were forthcoming.
I reached around her waist and played with her clit as
I moved in and out. My Pet drenched my fingers twice
before I loosed my sperm in her bowels. We
simultaneously collapsed and fell asleep in the spoon
position.
The next morning I told her that I loved fucking her
ass, and I had decided that that was the only place
that I was going to fuck her. I informed her that her
pussy would be fucked and sucked randomly by other men
and women, but her ass would be fucked regularly by me.
She answered by lowering her eyes while she said
whatever you wish Protector. I smiled, patted her on
her head and replied very good answer, My Pet.
By the following Monday Pet had her outfits gathered
and when I came home I was greeted by a catholic school
girl who took great delight in flashing her panties and
rubbing her body against me. Needless to say I was soon
incredibly aroused, and attacked her in the kitchen. I
bent her over the sink, threw up her skirt and for the
first time saw how drenched her cotton panties were.
The gusset had soaked up all her juices and had turned
a deep gray against the rest of her white panties.
My Pet was also turned on by our play and her mode of
dress. I unzipped my pants, rubbed my cock against her
sopping panty front, getting the tip wet, then pulled
them aside and slipped my dick into her eagerly waiting
asshole. I had fucked her there two or three times a
day for the past five days so it was ready and
stretched for my onslaught.
It was the same thing each day that first week, Pet
greeting me at the door dressed in my fantasy clothes,
her flashing me and then me fucking her ass. By the
third week her acting classes had kicked in, so now I
was being greeted not only by the clothes, but by the
actual personalities they represented. Instead of just
flashing, she was now creating whole scenes, allowing
her imagination to roam where it will.
By the second month each set of clothes had developed
it's own persona, the school girl needed help with her
homework, pestering her daddy until he finally had to
spank her, the secretary couldn't type or spell,
drawing the wrath of her boss, the business woman
screwed up a big deal and needed to be punished, the
high school cheerleader broke curfew and faced
discipline for it, and the girl scout trying to do a
good deed but never getting it right, earning the ire
of the man she was trying to help. The punishments got
more elaborate too.
The young girls were spanked with hands, canes, riding
crops and paddles. The secretary was tied up or
handcuffed to posts, benches and crossbeams. The
businesswoman was suspended by her wrists from a
ceiling beam. They were spanked, stropped, and given
breast and nipple torture. Pet went willingly from step
to step, not only accepting her role playing, but
actively seeking it, eventually making sure each
spanking and beating was more intense than the one
before.
During this time I was also building a dungeon in one
of the empty rooms in my house. I wound up with several
racks, a bench, an x shaped crossbar, a t shaped bar,
and some stocks. The floor was tilted slightly so her
squirting pussy juices could collect in a puddle out of
the way, and which made it easier for me to make her
drink. By the end of the third month it was finished
and Pet was so excited to use it that she went out of
her way even more than usual to piss me off and get a
beating. I pissed her off right back by ignoring her
and prolonging her mental agony to feel physical agony.
It drove her crazy, and gave me infinite pleasure.
I waited two days before I escorted her into the room.
Four hours later I carried her limp and beaten body
out. She never used her safe word and there was quite a
puddle at the edge of the floor. I laid her body on our
bed, her red glowing skin a sharp contrast to the white
sheets. I massaged her body with lotion and left her to
recover. It took a day and a half before she could sit
down and another day before she could return to her
duties around the house.
Pet also took her lessons on how to sit and show her
panties to heart, I would find her in the dining room
sitting down, adjusting her skirt, then rising to do it
all over again. I hid behind the door while I watched,
moving her skirts one way or another as she critiqued
each movement and how much of her panties were exposed.
My heart skipped a beat and my cock got hard as I
realized how seriously she was taking my order to be an
exhibitionist. My Pet was more concerned about
fulfilling my demand than about any embarrassment she
would undergo. By the end of the third week brushing
her skirt beneath her as she sat and then bunching the
front up to her lap was second nature to her and she
did it as a matter of course through out the house when
she needed to sit.
I also started taking her out for Sunday afternoon
treks each week, going to parks, museums, sculpture
gardens, nature walks, malls and amusement parks. That
first Sunday, I took her for a walk in a park that had
a walkway along a ridge that more often than not was
very windy. I picked out the lightest and shortest
dress she had. It was a spaghetti strapped pastel blue
sun dress that came to mid thigh.
I don't know what kind of material it was made of, but
it was so light it would billow if you blew on it. I
drove to the park and got her to that walkway as quick
as I could, I was really looking forward to wandering
around a windy park with a model on my arm wearing a
wisp of a dress that always seemed to blow up to her
waist showing off her sheer white panties. Pet did
quite well for herself, after a half hour of strolling
around with a beet red face she relaxed and just let
the wind blow where it will, so to speak.
At one point I walked in front of her for a ways then
turned to look at her as she approached me. At that
moment a sustained gust keep her dress blowing above
her waist long enough for me to see the dark spot her
leaking pussy caused to the front of her panties. As
she got nearer I was able to see wisps of her blonde
cunt hair through the transparent mesh. The two men
standing behind me also saw, one giving a low wolf
whistle in appreciation.
Pet made no move to bat her skirt down, she just calmly
and nonchalantly kept walking. And only her cheeks
blushed instead of her entire neck and head. It was all
down hill from there as she grew more and more relaxed
about her exposures on every trek thereafter,
culminating, of course, in the obligatory flash to a
shoe salesman at a store in the mall. He happened to be
a rather bold fellow and took Pet's exhibitionism as an
invitation.
After slipping a pair of shoes on her wide spread feet
he reached his hand up her skirt and stroked her panty
crotch. Pet sat bolt upright in her chair and
immediately sought me out for instruction. I smiled at
her and nodded my head, giving her permission to let
the guy feel her up. She kept a not so sure about this
kind of look on her face, but she did relax a bit and
as she did so her body movement pressed her cunt
against his fingers.
That, he really took as an invitation, so he reached in
his other hand, moved the band of cloth covering her
pussy out of the way, and proceeded to finger fuck My
Pet right in the middle of the store. Well, Pet was all
ready turned on, so it didn't take much manipulation
for him to hit pay dirt.
Pet must have been really stimulated by the situation
she was in because when she came she gushed a solid
stream of clear liquid through the air that had no
where to go but all over the front of the salesman's
jacket and pants. By the time she stopped squirting,
the guy, the floor in front of him, and the chair all
looked liked someone had pissed on them. I thought I
had seen all the shades, tints and hues of color My
Pet's body could turn, but it was a purple sheen I had
never seen before that now covered every inch of skin I
could see.
Without waiting for me she sprang from the chair and
dashed out the door. Oh my poor little Pet, she left a
wet trail behind her as she fled, offering a tell tale
trace of how much she enjoyed that little finger fuck
for all to see. I paused to look back at the salesman
as I exited his store, he was a wet mess as was the
chair and floor around him, in fact, Pet's pussy juice
was still running off the chair and onto the floor. It
served him right, maybe he'll learn that some dikes
it's not better to stick a finger in.
As I drove a silent and very petulant Pet home that day
I knew I had to deal with a pouting truth teller. If
you squirt when you cum you can't hide how much you
enjoyed it, and by the stream Pet let fly her enjoyment
level was off the scale. She knew it, and she knew I
knew it; she was completely and utterly humiliated in a
public place by having an extreme orgasm caused by her
complete and utter humiliation in a public place.
I was at a loss too, do I comfort her from her shame,
or do I comfort her with how much she obviously enjoyed
it. With an evil shrug I picked a third course, punish
the shit out of her for pouting, then comfort her,
because the punishment she was going to get would make
her forget all about her humiliation. The comfort part
of the equation that night brought us even closer
together.
As I ministered to the welts and marks two hours in the
dungeon had given her, we had a very profound and deep
philosophical discussion about humiliation causing
sexual stimulation causing humiliation and turned that
into a dialogue about the meaning of circles. That led
to talking about the concept of infinity and that
brought us to the inevitable conclusion of a common
belief in the benign indifference of the universe, and
ultimately, we agreed to the devils creed, do what thou
wilt.
I could see on her face the mental digestion of our
conversation, as she sifted it through her mind and
discovered the reasons for her submissiveness. It was
as if I was inside her mind, I could see the total
acceptance of her desires both consciously and
subconsciously. She was now free of any doubts she may
have harbored about her need to be dominated and
abused. I could see an actual glow come over her, the
struggle between her pride and her dark desires was
over and she was filled with an inner peace. She
snuggled into my arms, nestling her head on my chest,
and purred like a cat, she smiled up at me and
whispered, yes I believe, do what thou wilt.
The devil in me was more than ready to do it too,
starting with Pet becoming a show off piece of ass for
men in bars to fuck and use. My Pet's sexual
degradation was at hand.
One Saturday evening a few weeks later I informed her
we were going out and I wanted her to bathe, put on her
favorite perfume and meet me in the bedroom. While she
was cleaning up I picked out her clothes for that
nights excursion. I found a sheer black blouse that had
pockets in the general vicinity of her nipples, making
it hard but not impossible to see them. I picked a
white flared miniskirt, it was tight around her waist
and hips, but right about where the bottoms of her ass
cheeks would be it flared out, leaving her legs freedom
to move. I added a bright red, silk pair of high cut
bikini panties, black thigh highs and three inch
stiletto heels held on by a two inch wide ankle strap.
I watched raptly as My Pet dressed in my selections for
her. The black blouse, white skirt and black stockings
may have clashed but she would be easy to spot wherever
she went. The skirt draped around her thighs, just
barely covering the dark band of the stocking tops.
When she walked they showed, and if she spun or
pivoted, her skirt swished up exposing her bare thighs.
The bright red of her panties under the white skirt
also stood out, making them easy to see by anyone who
wished to look.
I decided to take the caddy because it had a huge back
seat, My Pet was going to get her pussy fucked and I
planned on watching every second of it. I drove to a
hotel bar about an hour away, I thought I better start
her off with a better class of men before taking her to
a biker bar. I spent the time stroking her thighs,
making sure I would come close but never actually touch
her pussy. I grinned evilly to myself as she thrashed
about under my hand, I was getting her very horny and
ready for her show.
We entered the well lit room and I steered My Pet over
to the bar where she would have to sit on a high stool.
A chiropractor would have become rich from the snapped
necks she garnered as we walked through the place. I
pulled the stool out for her to sit and then eagerly
watched if she would follow her orders for the first
time in public. I needn't have worried.
In one practiced motion she slid her hands under her
thighs as she sat, ensuring she was sitting on her
skirt, then moved them over her crotch to bunch up her
skirt so I could clearly see the bright red gusset of
her panties. I even noticed a darkened spot where some
cunt juice had leaked out. I smiled as she turned on
the seat so her knees were pointing in to the bar so no
one could see up her skirt.
If she would have looked down she would have seen that
she may have saved a look at her panties but she was
exposing a good three inches of bare thigh above the
tops of her stockings. Every single man in the place
was grabbing peeks at her, even the coupled men were
looking until caught by their companions. I bought her
a Long Island Tea and waited about fifteen minutes
before I made her turn and sit facing the men at the
tables. I leaned over to whisper in her ear while at
the same time running my hand up her thigh from knee to
cunt, making sure her skirt was well out of the way and
for the first time touching her cunt, but only for an
instant and only very lightly.
It was still enough to cause her a small spasm. As I
ran my hand back down her thighs to her knees I told
her to look around the bar, and if you see a man
looking at you, you are to smile at him. She took a
stiff drink and did as I said. I was sitting facing the
bar which luckily had a mirror so I could see the
reaction of the men as Pet sat facing them. I noticed
one well dressed gentleman about my age staring very
intently.
Most of the men looked away when My Pet spotted them
looking at her, but not him, he evened smiled back at
her and raised his glass in salute. I saw him motion
over a waitress and a few moments later she approached
us saying the gentleman would like to buy us a drink. I
said thank you, ordered another Tea for Pet and took
the opportunity to go over and thank him personally.
As I neared I got a better look at him, well dressed,
well groomed, and from the look of the Rolex on his
wrist, well to do. He was perfect for my scheme, now to
see if he would take up my proposition. When I reached
him I stuck out my hand and thanked him for his
generosity. He thanked me for mine, saying he had never
seen such a beautiful woman dressed so provocatively. I
didn't waste any time, I leaned closer and asked if he
would like to fuck her. He almost fell off his chair
and looked at me very skeptically.
"On the up and up," I said, "you can fuck her but I
have to be there to watch, that's the only
stipulation."
He looked at me once again, doubt in his eyes.
"Come on," I said, "I'll introduce you."
I grabbed his arm and nearly had to drag him to a
standing position, but once he was up he came willingly
to meet my date. I guided him over to My Pet and spoke
aloud to her, Pet, this is the man who's going to fuck
your pussy, would you please escort him out to the car
and show him the back seat while I settle up our tab.
Both their mouths dropped open, but once Pet saw the
look in my eye she instantly stood up, took the man by
his hand and with her head held high she led him out of
the bar. I looked in the mirror and saw them followed
by all the eyes in the joint, My Pet was a success, she
did good for her first time in public. I paid the bill
and slowly walked out the door, all the while watching
them whisper to themselves and point their fingers at
me.
By the time I reached the car and peeked in the back
window. Pet was all ready lying on the seat with the
mans head stuck up her skirt between her spread legs.
He was feverishly kissing and mouthing her panty
covered crotch, but because of the bad lighting I
couldn't see much more. I opened the passengers door
and the interior light came on, illuminating Pets shiny
red panties stuck to her cunt by the mans saliva and
her own juices.
He looked up, startled by the sudden intrusion, but I
just waved at him and told him to continue. I reminded
him I wanted to watch and the light just made it easier
to see what was going on. He finally tilted his head
and looked at me quizzically. He decided I was nuts,
shrugged his shoulders and went back to eating out My
Pet. When he had Pet thrashing around on the seat he
lowered his pants and began to unbutton her blouse.
He started taking it off when I stopped him. Leave her
dressed, I said, I want you to fuck her while she's
wearing her clothes. Again, he didn't say a word, just
shrugged his shoulders and put his mouth on her left
tit and started sucking her nipple. This caused Pet to
have her first orgasm and I was presented with a gush
of pussy juice which soaked her panties and dribbled
down her thighs.
The man then raised up on his elbows and pushed his
cock into her panty covered cunt which gave way easily
and they both slipped into her pussy. He fucked My Pet
like the panties weren't even there, and I guessed they
weren't, because one time when he withdrew far enough I
couldn't see her panties at all, just a thin strip
wrapped around a leg. A few minutes later he grunted,
groaned, and went stiff as he shot his load in Pet's
sweet pussy.
He collapsed on top of her and rested a few minutes
longer, then jumped up, looked at me and thanked me for
letting him fuck the most beautiful woman he had ever
met. I said no problem, I think she enjoyed it, and
motioned my head toward her collapsed and sprawled out
body. He smiled, pulled up his pants, shook my hand and
left.
I jumped into the back seat with her and stroked her
forehead and cheeks. She smiled at me and turned her
head to kiss my hand. That was wonderful she purred and
passed out on me. I laughed, got into the drivers seat
and drove us home. My Pet had done well her first time
as a fuck toy.
The next time went even easier, Pet didn't turn to the
bar this time, she faced the crowd as she went through
her sitting routine and when she was finished she
leaned back against the bar rail and made no pretense
of the fact her underpants were on display. I didn't
have to ask anyone to fuck her this time either. Even
though she was sitting next to me, no fewer than six
guys chatted her up, or rather down as few of them took
their eyes off the juncture of her thighs where her
panties were exposed.
Pet made polite conversation with them all, and when
one of them got the nerve to mention the way she was
sitting she blithely explained to him about being my
submissive and that I demand she sit this way, and that
she was going to fuck one of the men in the bar this
evening so I can watch her do it. He stammered a
response about please put his name in the hat and
staggered away. Pet looked at me for approval of what
she had done and I couldn't help but hug and kiss her.
Then with that evil spirit in me chuckling with dark
glee, I whispered to her to go select three of the men
that talked to her and tell them if they follow you out
to your car you will fuck them one at a time.
God bless My Pet, she didn't flinch, blanch, or
hesitate. She hopped down from the stool and one by one
found the men for her mini gangbang. Needless to say
none of the men turned her down and I watched as she
proudly strutted out the door with her three salivating
hounds following close behind. I finished my drink,
paid our tab and strolled out to the car.
As I neared the car I heard Pet say no, you must leave
my clothes on. If you want to fuck me just push my
skirt out of the way, move my panties and put that cock
of yours up my hot wet cunt. Holy cow, I had never
heard anything like that before, I was stunned, turned
on and deeper in love all at the same time. Sure
enough, by the time I opened the door to shed some
light on the fuck fest Pet was in her familiar position
sprawled across the backseat with another strangers
cock sawing away at her pussy. She had her legs locked
around his hips and was giving as much as she was
getting.
It was a good thing the caddies seats are leather
because from the moment the first dick slithered up her
hole she was spewing her crystal liquid. It didn't
geyser like in the shoe store, it was just a constant
and continuous stream. Pet fucked each man in turn, two
depositing their loads up her snatch and one saying he
always wanted to cum on the face of a beautiful blonde,
ejaculated with his cock inches from Pet's lips.
Staying true to the new woman she was becoming, Pet
opened her mouth and looked the guy in the eyes as he
spurted wad after wad into her open mouth. He sprayed
so much she gagged and dribbled the excess cum over her
lower lip. She was left with one long thin string of
sperm hanging from her chin, and when she moved her
head it wound up draped across her throat. It was an
exquisite sight and made me instantly think of having
her face awash in cum.
Two weeks later Saturday night found Pet in the
backseat with five men who agreed that they could fuck
her only if they finished by cumming on her face. Pet
was well fucked and her face was covered in a thick
slime when they were finished with her. But I wasn't. I
pulled Pet up from her splayed position and took her
back into the bar where I paraded her all around,
making sure anyone who wanted to look could see a
stunningly beautiful blonde with her face covered in
cum. It was still dripping and running from her
forehead, cheeks, lips and chin. The lights of the bar
made it shine and hard to miss.
After our tour of the bar I followed her out the door
and just happened to look down. I smiled widely, My Pet
was leaving a liquid trail again. I first noticed it at
the doorway so I stopped and turned to look behind me.
Sure enough, there was a wet track on the floor that
traced our route.
Pet had handled herself in a very classy manner, she
was able to suppress her utter embarrassment while
reveling in the sexual ecstasy it triggered. It was a
satiated Pet I drove home this night. She was too
exhausted for our ass fuck, so after I bathed her,
washing all traces of the men from her body, I put her
to bed. Then I straddled her head with my knees, rested
my ass on her chest and proceeded to jack off over her
face, making sure that it was my cum and my cum only,
she woke up with caked on her face, and to remind her
who she belongs to.
At one point Pet had her first lesbian experience. She
hardly squirted at all when the woman made her cum by
eating her. In our after the experience conversation I
mentioned how little she squirted and Pet admitted she
wasn't as turned on by the woman as she was by the men
I let fuck her. After some discussion we decided that
the woman was too gentle, My Pet needed to feel used
and abused to be sexually gratified.
As for me, I was intrigued to see up close how a woman
sucked another woman's cunt. I learned a lot about how
to make love orally to a woman that night, indeed the
next time I dined at My Pet's y she came harder and
longer than ever, almost drowning me in her spewing
stream of cunt juice.
As time went by we fell into a very comfortable
lifestyle, learning to live with each others quirks and
foibles while at the same time exploring Pet's limits,
which, we discovered, she didn't have many. Because of
her career we had to be careful how far we went in
leaving marks and bruises, but Pet's ability to
enjoy/endure pain seemed boundless, we even got to the
point that the beatings made her squirt, with the more
pain administered the further, longer and harder the
spurt.
But what really got me hard and kept me hard was Pet's
truly boundless desire to be used as a fuck toy. It got
to the point that once in a while I took Pet to a bar
and told her I had no orders for her, she was free to
act on her own. I liked getting the time off from being
her brain, and I really enjoyed seeing what she would
stir up for herself. She never failed to take my breath
away with her exuberance as she became the
exhibitionist caldron of lust her darkest desires
needed her to be.
What fond memories they are: the time she sat on a bar
stool facing the customers sitting and standing across
from her and played with her self until she came in a
gush that spewed a good two feet out of her cunt and
onto the floor, after a round of applause she fucked
and sucked seven men and two women;
the time she sat on the edge of a raised dance floor
and told me to fist her like I did the first time we
met, while she sucked off any man who wanted to cum in
her mouth or on her face. I was so busy concentrating
on reaming her cunt with my fist and arm that I didn't
count the men who used her mouth to shoot a load of cum
in, but Pet estimated between fifteen and twenty men,
plus one woman who raised her skirt and sat on her
mouth.
I'm pretty sure my own self that Pet took even more of
my arm up her snatch than the first time I fisted her,
she wouldn't allow me to fuck her, she held my wrist
still and fucked my hand and arm on her own, and I
swear to god, while in the throes of succumbing to her
carnal lust, she gave one ultra violent shove and my
arm disappeared all the way up to two inches from my
elbow, that one caused her to spit out the cock in her
mouth as she let out a banshee sized scream that even
drowned out the sound system.
My arm, bicep, and shoulder were hit with a tidal wave
of crystal clear pussy liquid that left my shirt and
suit coat looking like I took a shower in them. Pet
collapsed back on to the dance floor where I let two or
three guys get their nut on her face and chest before I
took her home. It took a long time for her pussy walls
to contract to semi normal size from this assault so
the next time I took her out she hadn't been fucked in
her cunt for quite awhile, which led to the time we had
when she was let loose in a biker bar.
Pet hadn't had a cock up her cunt in almost a month so
she was damped and ready to roar while I dressed her in
one of those short denim skirts that look like they
were hand cut but actually sell that way, it covered
about three inches of her thighs as it flared out
around them, and with any movement whatsoever revealed
she wasn't wearing panties. I left her golden bush in
open view, though it hardly covered her pussy lips,
which left her constantly aroused clit exposed like a
beacon on a hill.
Pet took that bar by storm. With no panties to catch
and absorb her dripping cunt, every time she stood in
one spot for a moment she left a puddle, when one biker
in a drunken fog finally asked Pet if she knew she was
peeing on the barroom floor, she replied it's not piss,
it's juice from my cunt 'cause I am so fucking horny,
within five minutes she was nude and spread-eagled on
top of a pool table.
I asked around for some straps or rope and came up with
enough to tie her hands and ankles to the corners of
the table, three different men fucked her in the time
it took me to bind her to the table, leaving only her
pelvis able to move, and move it did, it took sixteen
men, fucking her between the various beatings, slaps,
and swats given to her thighs, pussy and clit, while
untold others fucked her mouth, interspersed with bitch
slaps to her cheeks, while still more uncounted others
fucked her tits between slaps, punches and pinches
administered to her breasts and nipples, and over two
hours of constant orgasms before she finally was
drained, the river of pussy juice that swamped us all
had become just a trickle.
Pet's waist and crotch had stopped it's perpetual
grinding motion, I untied her from the corners of the
table and repositioned her so she was bent over the
table with her wide spread ankles tied to the legs and
her arms tied together at the wrists and then tied to
the opposite end of the table, stretching her out and
putting her ass directly over the edge of the table,
exposing the butt plug in her ass, (keeping it closed
to all but me,) her ruby red cunt lips and clit, and
those perfect ass cheeks, begging to be spanked,
paddled, whipped, caned, and stropped, all of which was
done to her over the next three hours.
As her beating progressed her pussy juice started
flowing again, telling us torturers' that our work was
being appreciated, someone in the crowd suggested
another way to bind and beat her, and like a whirlwind
the image the suggestion invoked swept the hoard of
men, in an instant she was moved from the table with
her wrists still bound together until she stood
underneath a crossbeam, a rope was slung around it and
attached to her wrist binds while her ankles were tied
together.
Then several men pulled the rope until My Pet found
herself dangling in mid air, suspended by her wrists
and slowly turning like a pig on a spit, almost on cue,
four men surrounded her, each holding the leather belt
from their pants, then one after the other they began
to whip My Pet from her neck to the soles of her feet,
not missing an inch of her skin as her body tuned and
twisted as it hung in the air.
It took another hour when I noticed My Pet was
literally limp as a wet dish rag, the only evidence of
her consciousness the ever present stream of crystal
liquid seeping from her cunt lips, I wasn't the only
one who learned to read Pet by how the juices burst
forth from her pussy, the men began to paddle her body
methodically, striking a blow and then waiting to see
the reaction of her squirt, one blow produced a two
foot arch and instantly that area of her body was
attacked unmercifully.
The new onslaught producing an even stronger reaction
as she squirted another foot further than the original,
over the next hour or so we found six more spots that
made her spurt, and then squirt harder when we
concentrated our effort, then, for the first time, I
heard Pet say the safe word.
I immediately cut her down and freed her hands and
ankles from their bindings, her body was a mess of
sweat, cum, welts, abrasions, teeth marks, and clamp
marks, all highlighted by the scarlet tint of her skin,
it took awhile for Pet to recover from this experience,
and we have never come close to repeating its'
intensity, although, so far, this is our favorite
exploit to reenact as part of our love making the time
she played strip pool and after she lost her blouse and
skirt, leaving her dressed in heels, thigh highs and
panties, she came up to me and whispered in my ear that
she wanted to be spanked and fucked right then and
there, and that I should follow her lead.
She turned to the men and told them that if she lost
again she was not going to take off anymore clothes,
then looking at me said, and there was nothing they
could do about it, I picked up the cue and menacingly
told her we didn't take kindly to people who reneged on
their bets, she swore at me and told me to fuck off.
I was shocked that she would talk to me like that and
immediately grabbed her and as urgently as I could
while she fought me I put her over my lap and began
whaling on her ass as hard as I could, a shocked
silence filled the room, the only sound the smack of my
hand on Pets panty covered ass cheeks, after twenty or
so swats I looked around the room and told the men I
was getting tired and she still needed more punishment
and with a gesture of my hand offered her ass to anyone
who wanted to spank it.
Twelve men spanked her, eighteen or nineteen fucked
her, the night she told me she had a confession to
make, when, at my behest, she went to the dirty
bookstore to get some toys, she saw that it had an
extensive security video system, this caused her to
have a fantasy of going to the store to get fucked by
anyone who was there, getting the security tapes of her
gangbang and then bringing it home to me so we could
snuggle and watch it together.
My dick sprang to full throttle, and as I fucked her
ass I told her I would talk to the owner of the store
and gave her my permission to fulfill her fantasy, a
week later, nestled together in bed we watched as Pet,
wearing her secretary outfit, entered the store, openly
flirted with the men there, walked around bending over
and squatting down, exposing her panty covered cunt and
ass.
Then she walked by each man brushing against them and
rubbing their arms or shoulders, then the men touching
her in return, their touches getting more and more
brazen as hands roamed over her tits and up her skirt,
then the collective realization that the beautiful
blonde was begging to be fucked, then her clothes being
removed and then she was on a table cleared of video
boxes with a swipe of the hand, then the first of what
would be eight men fucking her, ahhh the memories.
However eight months into our now comfortable way of
life, happenstance threw us a curve in the form of
Pet's niece, Karin.
One morning Pet got a call from her agency, someone
from a courthouse in the southern part of the state had
called and wanted her to call them back. When Pet
called she learned her older sister and her husband had
been busted for making and dealing meth and their
fourteen year old daughter, Karin, was being taken away
from them and unless Pet claimed her, she would be put
in foster care. Pet was shocked and speechless, she
looked at me with questioning eyes.
I asked her what she knew of her niece, she said not
much, she hadn't seen her for five or six years. I took
the phone, inquired of the person on the other end if
we could see her without her knowledge and then make a
decision, and when given a positive response made an
appointment to see what Pet's niece was like, with the
idea that if she met with our approval she would live
in my house.
I told Pet that I didn't mind her living with us, but
only if her presence did nothing to alter our display
of open sensuality, Pet tried to remind me she was only
fourteen years old, I leered at her, the evil in me all
ready scheming about how to get a teenager to obey my
desires, Pet, I said seriously, if she is going to live
with us, she is going to know everything about our
relationship, I will also tell her that if she wants to
live in our house she will have to become part of that
relationship, and she will be given the choice to
accept it or not, just as you were.
"But she's only fourteen?" Pet said.
"I know," I replied, looking her in the eyes. "You
don't think I want you to dress like a little girl just
for kicks do you? I have a serious passion to ravish
teenage girls, and I am not going to let this
opportunity to fulfill it pass. If she decides to live
here, you will be given the choice of agreeing to her
becoming a part of our lifestyle, which means I will be
fucking and punishing you both, or you can opt out of
our arraignment."
Pet didn't say a word, then mumbled she had laundry to
finish and left the room. Later that night as we
cuddled in bed, she said she would agree to Karin
joining us, but she was afraid of feeling jealous. I
was touched, I rocked her in my arms, and told her she
will always be first in my heart and in my thoughts,
and if it would make her feel better, I would make sure
Karin understood, "Besides, now you won't have to dress
like a teenager unless you want to because we'll have
our own real live one."
She smiled and looked at me, then asked, you mean I
could have my own submissive, I laughed, "If you think
you have some domme in you, then, yes, she will be your
own little sub."
Pet cooed in reply, I might like that, someone to take
my anger at you out on. Hey now, I said, and playfully
swatted her ass for her impudence, we wrestled around
in bed for awhile, then just before falling asleep we
made plans for the trip to see her niece. I fell asleep
dreaming about owning a nubile teenage body, I later
learned Pet fell asleep dreaming about having her own
sub.
We drove down state to where Karin was being housed. As
we drove I asked about her sister and learned that they
weren't very close, she was a beauty pageant winner
turned model too, but she and her male model husband
got in a fiery car crash that left them scarred and out
of work. They got depressed, blamed each other for the
accident and then turned to drugs. With models for
parents I wondered what Karin would look like, I was
not disappointed.
Pet and I were ushered into a room with a one way
mirror and a speaker. Karin entered the room we faced
and sat down in a chair next to a desk. She was wearing
a short drab gray button front dress. She was just as
beautiful as Pet, except she was tiny, maybe five feet
tall and ninety pounds. Her face would give Helen of
Troy a run for her money, with long raven black hair
that reached the small of her back. She was small
breasted with boyish hips and thin legs, and, from what
I could see, a very tight oval shaped ass.
A woman entered and told her that her aunt and a friend
of her aunt were there to see how she was doing and to
see if there was anything they could do for her. She
left, came into our room and got Pet and me. We were
introduced to Karin and for the next ten minutes she
and Pet recalled family memories while I watched her
carefully.
I looked in her eyes and saw intelligence there, that
was a good sign, then I asked her some questions of my
own, about school, favorite classes, friends, then I
asked if she had any opinions about how life was
treating her, what with her family break up and all,
and her outlook for the future. She answered
forthrightly, and even though still just fourteen she
said some things that made me realize she was able to
comprehend complex thoughts and maybe even have an
inkling of logic.
I told her I had some more questions for her but since
it was such a beautiful day out would she mind walking
while we talked. It was nice enough outside, but I
really wanted to get away from the microphones and one
way mirror for the rest of my interview. Karin said
sure and we all got up to go outside. I told Pet to
stay inside, in a commanding way and looked to see how
Karin took my tone of voice and Pet's reaction.
Her eyebrows raised as she watched Pet obey my order
and turn away. I saw her mouth drop a little when she
saw that the turn Pet made caused her skirt to flare
out and reveal bare skin above the top of her
stockings. I escorted Karin out the door and down the
steps toward a pathway leading around the building. I
told her that I was a very rich man, and that I had to
be very careful about who I let into my life and I
needed to ask her some questions that were going to be
very personal and I expected her to be open and candid
with her answers.
"If I am satisfied that she is answering truthfully I
will reveal some very personal information about her
aunt and I. Then, if she thinks she can live with those
revelations, she would be welcomed in our house and in
our life with open arms and open wallet." I told her
she would never want for comfort or monetary security
the rest of her life.
I gave her a few moments to think about what I said,
then asked if she wanted to proceed. She nodded her
head, I said no, that wouldn't do, I wanted verbal
communication from her, and asked again if she was
ready. This time she replied yes. I said okay, then
told her that her aunt and I have a very sexual and
open relationship, that I wasn't going to change that
relationship because she was coming to live with us,
and that I needed to explain to her the extent of the
relationship her aunt and I shared so she would see the
type of life she would be exposed to while at the same
time asking her questions about her own sexuality so I
would get an idea of how much she could be told.
She stopped walking and looked at me, what, are you
some kind of pervert, and then she giggled. I gently
put my hand under her chin and lifted her face to mine
so she could look in my eyes when I replied as sweetly
as I could, "Yes, as a matter of fact, I am."
She stepped back from my touch and said she was just
kidding. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "But
I'm not. Now, do you want to continue this conversation
and find out how perverted I am? Or shall I walk you
back to the matron and let you drift from one uncaring
family to another." I turned my back to her and began
to walk away.
A few seconds later I felt a tug on my arm and turned
around. Karin had her head down, staring at her shoes,
but she spoke quite distinctly when she said she would
answer my questions. I stuck out my hand and smiled at
her and said lets shake on our deal, it broke the ice,
she giggled. smiled at me, shook my hand vigorously,
and we continued walking.
Before I could say anything Karin jumped around me and
breathlessly asked are you really a pervert. I laughed
and said yes, again, and my perversions are wide and
varied. Then I asked her what did she think a pervert
was. She thought a bit and then said it was a dirty old
man naked under a long coat who hung around the school
playground trying to look up the girl's skirts as they
played during recess. "You have personal knowledge of
such a person?" I asked.
"Oh sure," she said, "last year once a week this guy
would walk by our park and stop by the slide and swing
sets."
"How did you girls treat him?" I asked.
"We ignored him mostly, except once," and when she said
this she looked at the ground. I was immediately
intrigued.
"And what about that one time, Karin, tell me what
happened."
"My friend Peggy and I were talking about him when we
decided that the next time we saw him we would raise
our skirts so he could see our panties."
"And what happened then?" I prompted.
She giggled and replied, "We saw him the very next day
so we walked over towards him and lifted our skirts so
he could see the front of our panties, then he opened
his coat and we saw he was naked and I saw his thingy."
I laughed, "His thingy?"
"Yeah, you know, that thing between a man legs."
"Do you know what that thingy is called Karin?" I
whispered.
She blushed and said, "Now I do, I didn't when Peggy
and I saw it."
"Oh?" I raised my eyebrows, "and what happened between
then and now?"
Karin rubbed the toe of her shoe in the dirt before
answering. "I couldn't get the image of that guy's
thing out of my mind, I had to see one again, so I
asked Timmy, a boy I had a crush on if he would show me
his thingy. He laughed just like you and said if I
would say let me see your cock, he would show it to me.
I said it and after school that day he dropped his
pants and underwear and let me look at his cock. When
she said cock she blurted it out and looked straight at
me."
"What happened then?" I urged her on.
"Well, then he wanted me to touch it, I wouldn't at
first, but when I wanted to see it again he would only
do it if I touched it. So I did."
"And what did you think when you touched it?" I asked.
"It was smooth and then it jumped like a frog in my
hand and scared me, he asked me to stroke it up and
down, and when I did it got real hard. I stroked him
for a minute or two and then he groaned and jerked and
suddenly this white stuff jumped out of the top and
covered my hand."
"Do you know what that white stuff was?" I interjected.
"Now I do, it's sperm, the stuff that makes babies,"
she replied proudly.
"Very good, and how did you learn that?"
"Well, after that first time I touched him, I really
liked it and wanted to do it more, but the next time he
said he wanted to see my pussy before I could see his
cock. You're going to think this is funny, but I said
yes, even though I didn't understand why he wanted to
see my cat."
We both burst out laughing, and then she continued,
"But when I told him my cat was at home he told me what
a pussy is. From that day on we would meet in his
garage after school where we would strip and touch each
others sex, I would stroke him, and he would rub my
slit."
"How did you like his touch?" I asked.
"It was okay," she said, "I discovered I have this
little button down there and whenever he would touch it
I would shiver and feel sparks through my body, but he
never touched it enough. Then one day he asked me to
put to put his cock in my mouth, I told him no, that
was a dirty thing to do, then he showed me some
pictures of women putting guy's cocks in their mouths
and he said if they could do it I could too. I said no
again, but then he threatened to stop letting me see
and touch him.
"I didn't want to lose the feeling of being his
girlfriend so I agreed to do it. So I bent over and put
the tip on my lips and it didn't taste too bad, so I
opened them up and put it in my mouth, I didn't know
what else to do, so I just left it there. I was
wondering what to do next when I felt this wet stuff
fill my mouth. It tasted like a salty clam chowder so I
swallowed it. After that I put him in my mouth every
time we got together. I grew to like the taste of his
sperm."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but my cock sure
did, it was straining to be free from my pants. "How
long did your meetings with him last?" I breathlessly
asked her.
"All school year," she replied, "but after the second
month he started bringing other guys around, he wanted
me to put their cocks in my mouth too."
My mouth dropped open, "And did you?" I gushed.
"Oh yes, by this time Timmy had shown me some sex
filled DVDs' and the women sucked cocks in every one of
them, so I figured that was just a part of having sex
and I just tried to imitate what those women did, I got
to be pretty good at making them sperm in my mouth."
"How, how many boy's cocks did you put in your mouth?"
I stammered.
"I don't really know, I never counted, but one time
there was seven boys in the garage and I put each one
of them in my mouth and swallowed all their sperm when
they spurted."
I detected no small amount of pride behind that
statement. "Are you still a virgin?" I wondered.
"Oh yeah, well, kinda, I think. No boy ever put his
cock in me, but they did put their fingers in me and
other objects too, like tool handles and broomsticks.
I'm sure my hymen's gone, but not from a cock."
I tried to gather my thoughts, what I had just heard
had me mind boggled. "Wow, Karin I'm very impressed,
you are quite the sophisticated young lady, so you may
all ready be familiar with some of the things I'm going
to tell you now that it's my turn. Have you ever heard
or talked about how some people get sexually stimulated
by acting dominant to someone acting submissive?"
She looked at me with that puzzled puppy tilted head
look so I searched for another way to explain it.
"Okay, look at it this way, some people get sexual
excitement from being bossed around while others get
turned on by being the one who does the bossing. I saw
a light bulb go in her head. Your aunt Phyllis and I
have such a relationship, and we live it and express it
in our everyday lives. You need to know what goes on in
the house you may be living in. I enjoy telling your
aunt how to behave, I tell her what to eat, and what to
wear.
"When we first got together I gave her a set of rules
that she was to obey if she was going to live with me.
Your aunt feels safe in putting her everyday decisions
in my hands, she likes being told what to do, she also
likes to be punished when she disobeys me."
Karin's eyes bulged open, but she remained mute.
"Your aunt never feels more alive than when she is
getting her ass spanked or her tits and nipples
slapped. Now a white face joined those bulging eyes as
Karin reacted to the words she was hearing." I went on,
"Giving and getting pain as part of the sex act, for
most people, is very hard to understand let alone
accept as a form of sexual expression, but some people,
your aunt and I included, need to have that outlet in
order to lead what for us is a healthy life.
"Am I making sense to you Karin? Or am I just babbling
and talking over your head?"
She smiled ruefully and said she thought she
understood. I replied, "We can go into more detail by
surfing the net together and I can show you the
different sides of the lifestyle, and answer any
questions you may have about it. Do you know what a
dungeon is?" I suddenly asked her.
She was startled a bit and then said, "Yeah, that's
where people are tortured and killed."
"Have you ever seen pictures of the things that are
used to torture people with?" I pressed.
"I remember seeing a picture of a rack, where they
stretched people out on," she answered.
"Well, Karin, you should know that I have a dungeon in
my house, and you should also know that your aunt and I
make use of it quite often."
Now her mouth dropped open and she looked downright
scared. "I'm sorry if I'm frightening you, Karin, but
you must know everything about how your aunt and I
live, because we are not going to change if you move
in. That means you're the one who will have to change,
Karin, and that change means not only accepting our
lifestyle, but also becoming a willing participant in
it."
She had a totally blank look on her face, like her
brain was trying to comprehend everything it heard and
needed help with the process. I snapped my fingers in
front of her lost gaze until she came out of her
trance. When she once more was able to focus on me I
told her there was one more side to her aunts' and my
relationship she needed to know about, the sexual side.
I cleared my voice and just blurted it out, "Your aunt
is my sex toy and my slut." Now that we were talking
about sex Karin had a better understanding of what I
was saying, and replied, "So you two like to fuck,
that's cool, I can handle that."
"Well, it goes deeper than that Karin."
Now that she seemed on firm ground, she derisively
sneered, "Deeper? It's sex, how deep can it get?"
I laughed, "That's funny, and normally I would agree
with you, but your aunt and I like our sex with a
slightly different bent. You know what a slut is,
right?"
She said yes. I asked if she was called one because of
her sucking off those boys, she nodded and said, "yeah,
it pissed her off."
I said, "It made you mad because you didn't feel like a
slut, you were just doing something you enjoyed and
gave you pleasure."
"Yes, yes," she exploded, "that is so right on it's
scary."
"Well, that's your aunt too, she has a deep rooted need
to be fucked and used by lots of men. As your aunt and
I grew closer together I was able to give her the
permission she needed to let her desires run free,
while at the same time she fills a deep rooted desire
in me to have a female sex toy at my disposal who will
fuck anyone I tell her to, anytime I tell her to, and
anywhere I tell her to."
Karin was once again lost in thought and seemed to be
unaware I was even by her side. I let her take all the
time she needed, until she finally shook her head and
said, "That's quite the life the two of you live."
I smiled at her, "I know, and if you can handle one
more shock, it's a life I'm ready to offer to you too."
She looked at me with the stunned expression I
expected. "I don't know if you realize Karin," I
continued, "but I am a very rich man and I am willing
to legally adopt you and make you my heir, which means
when I die you will inherit almost a billion dollars,"
I looked at her and stopped talking, she was gone
again, so I had to shake her to get her attention back.
She finally looked at me with some recognition in her
eyes.
"Please Karin, you need to pay attention to what I am
saying, your future depends on it. Are you listening to
me?" she nodded her head. I grabbed her by the
shoulders and shook her hard, "no you're not paying
attention, I told you once all ready, and I don't like
repeating myself, I can't hear a head shake. Now, you
either learn to verbally express yourself or we are
through before we begin."
Karin understood my anger although she didn't
comprehend the punishment her behavior warranted. She
apologized and said she would do better. I told her I
hoped so and asked if I had her undivided attention.
She started to nod, caught herself and answered aloud,
"Yes sir."
"Good, because what I am about to say needs your total
concentration. Like I said, I'm near a billionaire, and
I want to buy you."
"Buy me?" she questioned.
"Yes, buy you. I will adopt you, make you my heir and
you inherited my fortune, in exchange you become, in
essence, my slave, living for nothing but to fulfill my
every want, need, and desire that my perverted mind
devises. Still with me I?" asked. Again she almost
nodded, stopped and said, "Yes."
I put my hands on her cheeks and held her face as I
made her look into my eyes. "This is the most important
part of our bargain, Karin, you need to understand so
you know what you are agreeing to. I want your
undivided attention, okay?"
She put her hands over mine and promised to listen to
my every word. I leaned into her as I spoke, "I am
going to make you my little fuck bunny, you will always
be dressed as a little girl, but every male who looks
at you will know instantly that you will let them do
whatever they want to and with your body. While you are
living under my roof your life will revolve around
getting fucked as often as possible with as many
different men and in as many different places as
possible. That is a lot to ask of a teenage girl, and
that is why you need to have a completely clear head to
make your decision. I don't know how long the state has
given you before they put you in a home, so how much
time you have before you need to decide feel free to
use it."
"What about aunt Phyllis?" Karin asked.
"Your aunt does what I tell her, she has no say in the
matter. Oh, by the way, your aunt's name is no longer
Phyllis it's Pet, and you are to call her aunt Pet."
We didn't speak again as we walked back to the
building, both of us in deep thought, she pondering her
future, me picturing her in a gangbang with my business
associates, then blackmailing them with pictures of
their actions showing their debauchery with my under
age ward. Ahhh, life couldn't get much better then
this. I will have to remember to thank my son, if I
ever see him again. After all, it was his idiocy that
started this turn of events to begin with.
We arrived at the front door where we were met by Pet
and the matron, I was about to speak to her when Karin
spoke first. Her words were music to my ears, she told
the woman that her aunt and I had offered to let her
live with them and she would like to accept their
offer. It took all my self control to keep from
shouting, so I used the group hug we engaged in to
gather my wits. The woman and I went inside to hash out
the legalities of making Karin my ward, leaving her and
Pet to talk.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, all the eyes were
dotted and the tees were crossed. I was Karin's legal
guardian. I stood, accepted the thanks of the state for
taking an unwanted child off their hands, and left her
office. I now owned my own personal teenage nymphets.
Dreams can come true, but having tons of money never
hurts, either.
When I returned I told Karin she was able to come home
with us right then and there, and to go get any
personal and sentimental items she wanted to keep. As
she turned to walk away, I told her she didn't need to
bring any clothes, she would be getting an all new
wardrobe. I watched my new acquisition skip away, then
turned my attention to My Pet.
I could see a slight tinge of red at the base of her
neck, so I assumed something she and Karin talked about
embarrassed her. Pet made me proud of her training, she
didn't wait for me to ask what they talked about, she
just started right in telling me the highlights of
their conversation. She said the first thing Karin
asked her was if she really liked fucking lots of men
and she told her yes, then Karin asked what it was
like.
Pet tried to explain to her how she felt powerful,
having a group of men do any little thing she wanted,
just so they could get a chance to put their cocks in
her cunt, while at the same time feeling powerless
because those same men would do any little thing they
wanted, to her body. Pet told me she didn't think Karin
understood because she quickly asked another question,
this one about what was it liked to be spanked. I asked
her how she answered.
Pet gave me a big grin as she related how she told
Karin that it was hard to explain, but that she would
be honored if Karin would let her show her what it's
like. I smiled and said oh would you now. By this time
Karin had returned so I and my two sex slaves got into
the car for the ride home and into even more new and
varied games and adventures.
To be continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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