Daddies Taboo

by Iona Nixon

  "No, I suppose you have lost the right to call me that." He shook his head. "That just won't do."

  He pulled her hips up to his and wet between her legs again. She shuttered.

  "You can call me sir, or Mr. Fairfax." He said in a louder more pronounced voice. He shoved his member again in her forcefully over and over again. She cried out repeatedly.

  "Is this pleasing to you Jocelyn?" He pulled her up to him again, this time she fell nearly limp. She merely nodded. He held her chin from behind.

  "Speak." He demanded licking her jaw line of its sweat.

  "Yes. It feels good." She whined.

  "It feels good?" He whined back "Who, who is making you feel good Jocelyn? Who has their dick so far in your pussy you can't talk? Who is that??" He was still holding her chin up close to his so that he could hear each breath that escaped her.

  "Sir... You sir... Mr. Fairfax." She replied not even opening her eyes.

  "Mr. Fairfax what?" He said playing with his other hand on her crotch.

  She shook emphatically while he tickled her raw, throbbing, sopping wet pussy.

  "Mr. Fairfax makes me feel gooooood." Joss let out.

  "Nice." He exclaimed shoving her back onto the bed. He finally let her have it, and gave her a release. She exploded all over his legs and her bed.

  "Oh Jocelyn, you made a mess." He pulled back and flipped her around so that she was sitting upright. "You need to apologize."

  "I am sorry?" She questioned with her eyes closed.

  "No, no, no, no, no...." He yelled. He placed his thumb on the inside of her bottom jaw and shoved her face down to his enormous cock shoving it into her mouth. She choked at first and then began stroking it with her tongue.

  "That's better... there, there, there..." He smiled patting the back of her head.

  "Now apologize" he said cramming her face into his crotch.

  Mumbling she tried to get it out.

  "What was that?" he asked again.

  Again, she tried.

  "I still cannot hear you little girl... are you sorry for making a mess?" he asked.

  She nodded, now stroking him rapidly.

  "Of course you are. You are a good girl. Good girls always clean up after themselves." He chuckled.

  He came shooting into her mouth with such speed that it shocked her. He kept it inside her mouth, forcing her to swallow.

  Vance picked her head up, pushing the hair away from her moist face.

  "Now what do you believe a good girl should say?" He grinned forcefully upholding her head with his hand under her chin.

  "Thank you, Vance." She mustered.

  "Oh... no. Try again." He demanded pulling her hair taut behind her.

  "Thank you Mr. Fairfax." She cried.

  "I don't know that I believe you are realllllly grateful Jocelyn," He pulled even harder on her hair. "How sad that makes me."

  "I am though sir," She cried even louder "Thank you Mr. Fairfax!"

  "Better." He whispered kissing her once more with a heavy passion.

  He stood quickly and threw his suit back on while she still lay limp on the bed. She opened her eyes to find him staring longingly back at her.

  "Take a shower, I will have dinner ordered in for you." He spoke slowly. He looked at his watch, and looked up again, this time with a straight face displaying no pleasure.

  "Remember the first rule Jocelyn. Not a soul but you and I will know about this arrangement." He waved his finger in the air like her mother used to when she was getting taught a lesson.

  "You will notice a small weekly allowance in your accounts in addition to your tuition. Do as I ask and it could increase. If you disobey my requests and you will see that also reflect not only your tuition and allowance, but your family's situation as well." He explained it all as she was now fully aware of the position again.

  "See that you remember that I have 24 hour recording of you, everywhere you may go. Do not doubt my power and the extent I might go to find you Jocelyn. You are mine and mine alone. I do not share." Vance recalled.

  He walked straight over to the door, as she pulled the covers up to her face, trying to shield her indiscretions.

  He completed strapping his tie around his neck and with a fleeting thought he turned around and said

  "I will have packages delivered here for you. I might even have some of my men stop by to check on you if I am unavailable. NONE of them are to even speak to you, let alone touch you, so do not be afraid. This is meant to be pleasurable." He winked his icy blue eyes and walked out.

  The End.

  Alma's Punishment

  This was the third time Alma had acted up. It was beginning to get frustrating. The girl was just too wild.

  That didn't mean I couldn't teach her what being my slave meant. And I intend to teach her that tonight, or end the relationship. I can't stand disobedience. Ever.

  I came home from work expecting the house to be clean and to see her waiting for me as I instructed. Instead, I found her watching TV, and the house a mess. Well, that's not exactly true. She tried to cover up the fact after she heard my key in the lock. I caught her running with a mess of things in her arms trying to hide them. Infuriated, I slammed the door shut. She jumped and turned towards me. She smiled at me, but the smile didn't come to her eyes. I looked at her eyes, and I saw she was petrified with fear.

  Alma was a sensuous, curvy Latino woman, standing at about 5'4", with beautiful hazel eyes, and long, straight black hair that reached down to her lower back. (I love her hair. I love seeing it spread out on the pillow around her, and I love pulling on it when I take her.) She had a beautiful heart-shaped face, and a dazzling smile that rounded off a charming personality. Her body wasn't bad either, with a large, tight ass and 36C-cup breasts.

  "H-hello, Master." She stammered, "I-I'm sorry the house isn't clean b-but I lost track of time. Please f-forgive me. I promise I will do better next time." Tears started coming out of her eyes.

  "No. I won't let this one slide. This is the third time this week you've failed me." I started walking around her slowly. "You're failing me, Alma. And is that all you have to say for yourself? You "lost track of time"? You're going to "do better next time"? Pointless excuses. I know exactly what happened, slave. I have cameras in the house. I'm not stupid." I pulled out my phone and showed her a recorded video from a few hours ago.

  The video showed my room a few hours before I got home. Alma blanched. In the video, she looked around, and opened the nightstand. She pulled out a small key and went to the lockbox in the corner. Looking around again, she unlocked the box and pulled out a small vibrator and a few alligator clamps. She stripped and looked at herself in the mirror. She went back to the box and pulled out a leather collar, then put it on. Satisfied, she laid down on the bed, and turned on the vibrator.

  We watched as she slowly played the vibrator around her pussy, teasing herself lightly. She started whimpering softly and moaned out,

  "Oh YES! Oh, Master, I want you inside me... please Master."

  Truthfully, I was started to get turned on by this point, and so was Alma. I could feel her trying to rub up against me but i grabbed her and stopped her.

  "You aren't allowed to move, slave. Watch the video."

  In the video, she grabbed a clamp in each hand and clamped her nipples. Instantly, she came hard, and thrashed around on the bed. When she regained control, she continued to tease herself with the vibrator. She slid the vibrator fully inside herself and cooed in pleasure, but didn't cum yet. She grabbed the last clamp and clamped her clit and exploded. She thrashed and screamed, holding the vibrator deep inside her, and clenching her hands in the sheets. After a few minutes, she calmed down enough to unclamp herself and put away the clamps. She took out the vibrator and cleaned it off with her tongue. Instead of putting it away, she put it beside her and went to the box.

  Next to me Alma started whimpering softly.

  In the video, Alma pulled out a small butt plug, and some lu
be. Looking nervous, she started to lube up the toy. She turned around and started sliding the toy into her ass, in full view of the camera. She turned towards the camera and on her face was a look of both pain and pleasure so intense, it was all I could do to stop myself from grabbing the real Alma and fuck her on the table. Next to me Alma shuddered lightly, and I realized she had a small orgasm.

  In the video, the butt plug slid in completely and Alma stood up. The sensation of the plug in her was too much, though, and she fell to her knees. She reached for the vibrator and turned it on, then touched it to her clit. She fell over forward, in such a way that the vibrator was still able to tease her clit, and Alma came for a full minute and a half before she could gather her wits enough to roll over slightly and get away from the vibrator. She tried to stand up, but her knees were too wobbly and had to sit down on the edge of the bed. The plug inside her went deeper and made her jump back up and fall over forward, then pass out.

  I shut off the video and pocketed the phone, adjusting my dick as I did so, to make it less obvious how aroused I was. Then I looked at Alma seriously.

  "What do you have to say for yourself, Alma? This video is proof that you've broken many of my rules, so don't even try to deny it. What can you possibly say that can make me not punish you." I said calmly.

  "M-master, I didn't mean to -" she started.

  "Oh, but you did mean to. You knew what you were doing was wrong since you were careful to look and make sure nobody was around before you did anything wrong. And now you're lying to me. That's it. You're forbidden from talking until I say otherwise. Is that clear?" I said, just as calmly as before.

  Tears starting to brim over, Alma nodded.

  "Follow." I ordered, to which Alma simply followed behind me as I started walking towards my bedroom. As we stepped over the threshold to my room, I smiled as I saw that the bed was still disheveled from when Alma visited, the sex toys were strewn about, and that the room smelled of sex. All the more reason to punish her.

  I chuckled and I saw in the mirror that Alma was looking at me strangely.

  "What are you looking at, Alma?"

  A little unnerved, she answered "Why are you chuckling, Master?"

  "Oh, I just find it funny that you didn't even try to put my stuff back in order so I wouldn't catch you." I chuckled again. "It's like you wanted to be caught."

  I hear her move behind me and try to fix up a little, and I spin around quickly and grab her arm.

  "Did I give you permission to move, slave?" I growled

  "N-no, Master"

  "Then why did you move?"

  "I-I-I'm sorry, Master, I've failed you so much, I just want to be your good girl, but I keep fucking it up somehow... I'm so sorry...." Alma collapses onto the floor crying softly.

  I pick her up off of the floor silently. I feel a little bad for her, and I wipe the tears off of her face. I look down at her and smile. She looks up at me with a strange expression; I expected sadness or regret, but instead, I see poorly hidden happiness. I think for a second, then I realize that Alma was manipulating me. I pulled away from Alma, then started seeing red.

  "I'm very disappointed in you, Alma." I say, my voice quavering with anger. "How can you even think of trying to manipulate your way out of this? I can't believe you. But you better believe I'm angry, Alma. Furious. And you will pay for what you've done, and I will promise you, you will never forget what you will learn."

  Alma blanched. Obviously, she expected to get away with the ruse. When she tries to speak, I slap her ass hard enough to leave a mark. She yelps loudly and begins to whimper.

  "Nobody gave you permission to speak. Obviously I've been too lax with you. That will change soon enough." I grab her wrist and pull her down the hall to the basement. Alma realizes where I'm taking her soon enough and starts to squirm and whimper. I grab her tighter, and when she tries to pull out of my grasp, I pull her close to me and hold her there. I look at her face for a bit and see that the fear she feels is more genuine than anything else she'd felt that day. I smile coldly.

  "Are you afraid, slave? Good. You know you deserve what's coming to you. If you try to escape once more, I will carry you into the room and double your punishment. Understood?"

  Without waiting for an answer, I unlock the door to the basement, and I lead her downstairs. I lock the doors once we're both inside, and I turn Alma to face me. Her fear is almost palpable. And for good reason. The last time she was in here was when she slept through the day, and then disrespected me multiple times throughout the day, and finally ignored my every order after dinner. As far as I knew, she never forgot the lesson she learned that day. Apparently, it was time for another.

  The basement looked like an old dungeon, with stone floors, low lighting, and implements of torture arranged around the walls. Various chests were around the room, which I knew held just about every torture device you could imagine, and then some I like to say I invented myself. In the center of the floor there is a row of rings attached to the floor, designed to hold a slave's feet during punishment, and chains hanging overhead to keep arms out of the way. On the wall hang various tools, such as nipple clamps, switches of varying weight and springiness, a few canes, clamps, and cuffs, and a variety of dildos, butt plugs, and other toys.

  "Take off your clothes, slave. You won't be needing them again for a while." I say. Once she finishes, I pick up her clothes and go to the small furnace in the corner of the room, and burn them. I come back, and Alma looks down, finally ashamed of herself for how she acted. I grab a set of leather cuffs from a nearby table, and cuff Alma's wrists and ankles, then using the rings on the floor and some chains from the ceiling, I tie her so her legs are spread wide and her arms are lifted taut above her head. Then I take a blindfold and tie it around her eyes then make sure no light gets through. I go to the wall and grab a cane and a thin switch, and approach Alma, swinging the switch lightly.

  I swing the switch hard and connect with Alma's thighs, making her scream loudly, and making a flaming red welt appear on her skin. I followed with another strike along her lower back, and then two more on her butt, making her squeal and squirm. I stand in front of her, and stay silent, watching her for a while as she struggles. After a brief respite, I strike her across the chest, lower back, butt, and thighs, again and again, each strike from the switch making her skin more red, until I reach thirty.

  By now, Alma is crying freely, and hanging limp. I wait a few seconds, then I unchain her, and lead her to a nearby bed. She quiets down a bit, and I pick her up and carry her to the bed, and lay her down.

  Alma sighs, half-expecting me to be done with her. I tie her arms and legs to each corner of the bed, and I go over to one of the smaller chests, and search for a little toy I call Zeus. It's a small wooden wand with a small pair of metal pieces on one end, attached to a small battery pack that sends a strong jolt of energy down to the tip when the circuit is completed. It's stronger than a normal violet wand, but it isn't strong enough to do any lasting damage; it's designed to numb the body for a few minutes. I remember that Alma loves electric play, so I plan to use that against her. Finding it, I turn back and address Alma.

  "Alma." I say, calmly.

  "Y-yes, Master?" she replies timidly

  "Do you remember the last time you were in here?"

  "Yes, Master. I c-can't forget it."

  "What do you remember?"

  "Pain, Master. Lots of pain."

  "Well, this time, I am going to try something new."

  "Something new?" Alma tensed at my words. "What do you mean, Master?"

  I walked towards the table, wand in hand, and lightly prodded her nipple with the tip.

  Alma twitched away from the contact, raw pain showing on her face, and I put the wand on the other nipple, making her arch her back and moan softly.

  I move the wand down her body with a feather's touch, lightly tapping her here and there, making her jump and squirm. I can feel her arousal, and I lean in close to her
ear.

  "If you have an orgasm, I will let you go, and you can go pack your bags and leave." I warn her quietly, "Do you understand?"

  Biting back a moan, Alma nods slowly.

  I place the tip of the wand on her clit, expecting her to collapse and have an orgasm. Instead, Alma screams loudly, but holds herself back. Pleasantly surprised, I turn off the wand, and I approach her.

  "Very good. I'm impressed." I say to her.

  Alma doesn't respond for a few moments as she catches her breath, then answers, "Thank you, Sir. I don't want to disappoint you again, Sir."

  "I hope that doesn't change."

  "Me too, sir."

  I remove the blindfold from her eyes. She blinks a few times, and looks at me in confusion.

  "You're not done," I say, "But I don't want to cause any damage, so I'm giving you a few minutes to gather yourself. Water?"

  "Yes, please, Master."

  I bring her a glass of water and help her drink it, and then put the blindfold over her eyes again.

  "Remember, you're not allowed to orgasm at all. Understood?" I say.

  Alma just nods.

  I turn Zeus back on, at a lower voltage, and I drag the tip down the middle of her body, eliciting small moans and whimpers from her. I keep my finger on the voltage control, and at random times, I raise the voltage and shock her. Soon, Alma is back on a hair-trigger and struggling to stop from achieving orgasm. I place the wand right above her clit, and I trigger maximum voltage for a few seconds, watching her squirm and try to escape the exquisite sensations running up her body, then relent. I reach under the bed and grab a small control panel that controls the positioning of the bed, and raise the table until it is vertical.

  I turn off the Zeus and put it aside, then I get out a small pump and a few cups from another chest. I attach a cup to the pump, then place it Alma's nipple and start the pump. Alma cries out loudly, and arches her back, but the cup stays attached. After a few seconds, I turn off the pump and repeat to the other nipple. Alma's breathing is ragged and her entire body is covered with a film of sweat, from the struggle, but she hadn't broken yet. I grab a large dildo and tease her cunt with it for a few seconds, then plunge it in deeply and begin to slowly fuck her with it. The movement jiggles her tits, and as they swing, the cups tease her already erect nipples and make Alma moan loudly, and grind her hips against the rubber cock inside her. I grab another and start pushing it into Alma's tight ass, which makes her tense up and squeak. Unrelenting, I push harder until the tip spreads her hole wide open, and she screams at the intrusion. I push the entire thing in slowly, watching as Alma squirms and fidgets, trying to push the dildo deeper into her, and not orgasm. The stress makes her cry out and tears to fall from her eyes in rivers.