by Lucy Lixx
“She's under punishment,” Daddy explained to the confused doorman.
A few heads turned at the sound of the word “punishment” and curious eyes followed us as we walked through to the back area. We went straight for our dungeon room, the curtains already pulled back and ready for us to walk through. Mistress was waiting for us on the couch located at the far end of the room with her legs spread wide and her skirt already pulled up. Daddy pointed to the ground in front of her.
“Kneel,” he commanded.
It seemed simple enough. I got on my knees in front of Mistress and leaned forward to kiss her exposed vulva, knowing exactly what I was supposed to do. Daddy grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.
“Did I instruct you to eat?” he asked firmly.
I shook my head despite the tightness of his grip on my hair.
“That's what I thought. Now, sit still.”
I sat on my knees in front of Mistress, admiring her beautiful pussy that was simply begging to be licked. It was difficult staring at her like this with her fingers tracing her own lips, twitching in the cold air of the room. My tongue was lapping at the inside of my teeth and I tried desperately to keep it under control as her fingers started caressing her clit. Aching, I watched her pleasure herself briefly before she inserted two fingers and took them out to shove them into my mouth, egging me to break from my position. I nearly leaned over and devoured her flower that was now dripping with sumptuous nectar from the stimulation, her soft moans filling the room as Daddy stood behind me to make sure I didn't move.
“Do you like watching me touch myself, baby?” Mistress asked sweetly as she removed her fingers from my mouth to insert them back into her beckoning hole.
I nodded, absolutely enamored by the sight before me. Every part of me wanted to beg to allow me entry into her warmth, to let me taste her peach the way she had always tasted mine. How much longer was I to suffer as she pleasured herself without my help? She grabbed my face suddenly, her other hand working vigorously in heated strokes as she bit her lip and released a long and heavy moan. Her breasts toppled forward and I tried hard not to look, but found myself peering down to see them bounce while she fingered herself. As quickly as I looked, she readjusted my eyes to meet hers and forced me to watch as her face twisted and she came. Her hips were grinding into the couch, juicy fluid soaking the cushions and making her thighs squeak as she rolled against the leather.
I didn't have to look down to know that I was now soaking the floor beneath my pelvis. I could feel it dripping down my thighs and puddling up between my feet, the warm fluid quickly becoming cold from the temperature of the room. Mistress forced me to lick every bit of her fluid from her hand and then shoved my nose deep into her swollen vulva that was dripping wet. Eagerly, I sucked all the juice away from her lips before she could pull them away. As I went to follow her beautiful flower with my mouth, Daddy pulled my hair again and attached a leash to the collar around my neck. I hadn't noticed him put my collar on. I was too entranced by my Mistress and her amazing orgasm.
In a split second, I was out amidst the crowd of fetish folks in the hall who Daddy invited to see me get punished. He had me walk on hands and knees through the entire club, telling people they could throw food or drinks on my body as I went by. A couple covered in leather tossed some cake on my back while someone else poured warm honey into my hair, causing it to knot together. The consistency of the food felt slippery against my skin and caused me to grow even wetter the further we went. When we had arrived back to our room, a small group of people had gathered to see what Daddy had in store for me. He had them smear chocolate on to my face and chest, some of them having me suck the delicious syrup from their fingers. I couldn't help but giggle at the sight of myself in the floor length mirror, my messy appearance effectively masking who I was.
I could see now that Daddy was turning me into an object. He wanted me to feel dirty, degraded, and disgusting, but it was all turning me on at the same time. Before I could start licking the mixed substances off my body, he swatted my hand and had me bend over a cushion where he strapped my arms down to the ground with restraints. He lifted my dress and ripped my panties away to reveal my clean bottom that hadn't been dirtied by the food people had thrown on me. The room erupted in awes and compliments, remarking how beautiful my bottom looked. Someone remarked that Daddy should spank my bottom until I couldn't take it anymore, saying my bottom was far too clean to go un-bruised.
Delighted at the idea, Daddy asked others to walk up and take one hard smack at my innocent rump as part of my punishment. Mistress volunteered to be the first and slammed her hand into my soft, supple skin. Having been trained for heavy beatings, I didn't make a sound. Others came up and took their turn ramming my bottom with their hands, each one attempting to get a rise out of me. After about fifty smacks, I was ready to burst into tears, but held them back to show my Daddy that I could take anything. My good behavior was met with praise, having been smacked once by everyone in the club. A roar of cheers filled the room and then a rhythmic chant broke out telling Daddy to make me cum.
I smiled at the suggestion, hoping hard that Daddy would accept. My back was still sticky and my arms were growing tired from being strapped in front of me, but I was ready to have my first public orgasm. Without wasting any time, Daddy lifted my ass up into the air and started ramming his cock between my swollen, soaked lips that were utterly relieved to feel the regular pounding of his hips. My eyes rolled up to the back of my head in response to his member sliding in and out of my aching peach. I could feel my juices trickling down my thighs as he pumped, his hands gripping my waist to keep me in place.
With a big smile, Mistress approached and pulled my hair out of my face to ask if I would like her to rub my clit. I nodded excitedly, her lips meeting mine that mirrored the same joy. While kneeling next to me, she reached underneath my shaking body and started rubbing two fingers around Daddy's pounding cock, the sensation causing me to gasp and moan loudly. A chorus of encouragements came from all around, rooting us on as Daddy fucked me and Mistress rubbed my delicious pussy. She slid her fingers down my lips and then brought them back up to massage my clit, the circular motion causing my hips to rock despite Daddy holding them in place. I leaned into her shoulder and bayed loudly, wave after wave of electrical pulses shooting throughout my body.
As Daddy leaned back to aim his cock a little higher up inside me, Mistress rubbed me harder in tandem with his rhythm and I started squealing in a high-pitched tone that I had never heard come from my lips before. Suddenly, I started bucking and I screamed out, my orgasm flooding my body with endorphins and flashes of heat. I would have collapsed forward had Daddy and Mistress not been keeping me propped up. In celebration of my orgasm, the crowd around us cheered, the sound of them whooping making me laugh with relief and bliss. It wasn't until they left that Daddy and Mistress unstrapped me and took me into the recovery room for some water.
I thought we might stay, but Daddy had other plans. He wrapped me up in a towel and took me back out to his car where he loaded me into the passenger seat and drove me back home. I looked around, confused.
“What are you doing?” I asked drunkenly, my limbs feeling like jello from my intense orgasm.
Daddy looked over at me from the driver's seat with the most loving expression on his face, his eyes soft in the dim street light coming from the sidewalk. He lifted his hand to my cheek that was still sticky with whatever was left of the food fiasco.
“You are the most beautiful little girl with whom I have ever had the pleasure of playing,” he whispered. “And I want you to know that I love you. I will always take care of you.”
I wasn't sure what to say. The whole mess from earlier was still in my mind, my punishment coming back in waves of memory as I rode the high left from my performance. I wanted to say that I loved him, too, and that I would always be around for him, but I couldn't seem to make anything come out of my mouth. Stricken spe
echless, I leaned into his hand and sighed happily. Daddy smiled and exited the car so he could walk around to my side and lift me out. I worried about the icing sticking to the seat even though I knew it wasn't a big deal.
After taking me inside, Daddy draw a warm bubble bath which he dipped me in once the tub was full. He scrubbed every inch of my sticky body, making sure to gently comb the tangles out of my hair that the honey had caused. Bubbles stuck to the inside of the tub and overflowed to the ceramic tile below, but he didn't seem to be bothered by the mess. Just like me, he didn't seem bothered by messes. His loving hands rubbed over my legs and I felt such love in that moment that I was sure I could die happy.
“I love you, Daddy,” I whispered in the silence of the bathroom. “Thank you.”
My words were met with the most appreciative smile and a warm kiss, Daddy's lips wrapping around my mouth to savor the sweet taste of me. He would be my Daddy forever. I could feel it in his kiss. He'd never leave me and I'd never have to worry because we would always be together. Forever.
THE END
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Training In Lust
Prologue: Alice
I never thought that I’d hate myself as much as I do at this very moment. I never thought I’d be locked up in a house that I never wanted to escape with a man who had single handedly taken my very freedom away fucking into me, raw and savagely. Making me cry out his name, but that wasn’t why I hated myself. I hated myself because I liked it. I loved every moment of his hard cock sliding into me before he plunged deeper.
Just the other night, he told me I was never leaving. He told me that I was never going to be anyone’s but his, and my eyes had widened. I hated that I loved it. I hated that I was wet, making him need no lube as he pushed into my pussy a little harder with each thrust, making me buck my hips against him. I groaned, but it was nothing but a moan of pleasure. There was no words that I could form. When he pushed into me from behind, hands on my hips, all I did was spread my knees a little wider so that he could push into me a little further.
I arched my back, curving my ass a little more so that he could slap it, making me cry out as pain mixed with pleasure as it so often did for me anymore. I could swear that I saw stars when he leaned down to pull me up against him. His hands went to cup my breasts, but there was nothing gentle about it. I didn’t want there to be. This man was claiming more than my body as he tugged at my hardened nipples, making me groan as my eyes fluttered closed. I could feel him as his nails dug into my skin and his cock throbbed inside of me. I pushed back against him, grinding as much as I could while he held me still by my hips, keeping me from bouncing up and down on him. I wanted to come. I was so close.
“Damn it.” I shouted, and he chuckled before starting to fuck me hard but slow, teasing me.
“You like it.” He hissed in my ear, and I bit my bottom lip. He had taken everything from me, and I didn’t want to give my enslaver any more control over me. At least I didn’t think so. My body betrayed me yet again.
“Yes.” I moaned soft and sweetly before I could snatch the words back up against. He shoved me back down on the bed with my ass up in the air faster than I thought was possible. His hand was on my back, pressing between my shoulder blades and keeping me from getting up as his nails dug into my hip with his other hand, fucking me like an animal. I came, clenching around him as my entire body shuddered with my orgasm.
“Master.” I cried out for the first time in my pleasure before I felt him push in one more time, roughly as he started to come inside of me. There was no going back now. My world had changed forever. I don’t know when I figured it out, but somehow I knew it would long before this moment. That was just a thought for another time, and so I pushed it back as best I could.
Damon: Capturing Perfection
I looked at the girl with cool, calculating eyes. I could tell that she was still sleeping. She breathed shallow, easy breathes, and it was probably the most peaceful I was going to see the girl for a while. It had been a long while since I had seen a girl sleep so peacefully. Usually, it was more of a struggle to get them where she was now. She was so small though. She was a true figure eight with her large C cups looking like DD’s in her thin, short five foot frame, and her hips looking wide, but she was small nonetheless.
Yet, now she was in his room far from the city that she knew. I looked over her pale blonde hair. It wasn’t the honey blonde that you saw with so many girls. Where it was just about to go brown. No, it was that platinum blonde that when the light caught it, you could see almost silver threads in it. It was beautiful, and her blue eyes weren’t that murky blue green that so many had. They were baby blue, and they looked so innocent on her small, high cheek bone, chiseled face.
I could feel myself hardening just looking at her, and I wanted to take her and show her the first lesson that she’d need to learn. Not yet. I reminded myself. She had to wake up. She had to learn. She had to know what fear was, and fear would breed obedience through my teachings. That was something I was sure of. I looked away from the camera and decided to go out for some food. I had no fear that she’d get out. She wouldn’t even make it off the bed if she tried to run. I thought to myself with a small chuckle as the door clicked behind me.
Alice: Down the Rabbit Hole
My head was pounding. That was the first thing that I could think about. Everything about me hurt. I couldn’t remember anything, and any time that I tried to pull up a memory it seemed like my head was pounding more. I wanted to panic, and I almost did, but the pain wouldn’t even grant me that as I tried to sit up. I don’t know how long I stayed there, begging my body to respond to me, but it didn’t want to.
Finally, I was able to sit up, but I was sure that I had slipped in and out of conscious long before that. Sitting up was all I could do, as I soon found out. I felt pressure on my neck in a way I had never felt before. My fingernails dug at cool leather. It was a collar, and horror started to set in as I was finally able to take stock of my situation. I was cold, and it had nothing to do with the temperature in the room.
It took a long time for me to be able to open my eyes. I looked down, seeing my pale legs were bare and dirty. My feet were bare, and I knew without needing a mirror that I was in nothing but the bra and panty set I had been wearing that day when I closed the coffee shop. Why me? Was my first thought?
That’s when it all came flooding back in one painful flash. I don’t know how long I had been out, but I remember breathing deep, something acidic. I remembered strong, gloved hands taking me into his control, forced against a hard chest with strong arms holding me still and silent. I hadn’t stood a chance. Not with my small frame.
Tears pricked at my eyes, and cotton sheets felt almost too hot against me. I looked for something to cover myself, and moving a few inches was when I felt the collar tighten. My head whipped around quickly. Too quickly. The pounding increased, making me groan out loud. I saw the thin metal chain, but it didn’t matter how thin it was. I wasn’t going to be able to budge it.
Breathe. I thought to myself, but it was easier said than done. I could feel panic choking me. A scream wanted to rise in my throat, but there was no point in it. I knew, rationally, that there was no point in me doing anything besides checking out my surroundings and waiting for an opportunity. I looked around the room for a door. There it was.
There was no lock on this side, but I had an uneasy feeling that I was locked in without the ability to lock anyone else out. Windows. I thought, looking around as frantically as my throbbing head would allow, but I saw none. That only increased my panic. I’m not in a basement at least. I thought. At least, I don’t think so. My thoughts were interrupted soon after. The door slid open, and I stilled. I could hear it click open, and I turned my head to face the person that had captured me, and tears pricked my eyes again. I re
membered this man.
* * *
It was just another shift, but it was a slow one. I wasn’t getting any tips at all, and I couldn’t help but to sigh to myself. That’s when he came in. his dark brown hair and olive colored skin was beautiful. He was one of those men that you knew when you looked at him, that he could steal your breath away with a single glance. He was just perfection, but he was wearing dirty jeans and a tight fitting shirt under a leather jacket. He obviously wasn’t American, but that didn’t stop me from beaming at him. If anything, it made me want him more.
“Welcome to Katy’s Coffee Shop.” I said with a little more enthusiasm in my voice than needed. He looked over the shop, and his gaze slid directly to me. Those dark, piercing brown eyes seemed to be wiser than any man of his age. They promised mischief, and his smile was dazzling.
