No, of course, I did not think about any of that. It would have been unseemly.
Later in the day, after I had been fingering my cunt and chanting for several hours, he called me into his study. Or, rather, Diane opened the door and reported that he desired my presence there.
Of course, I obeyed. Diane was still dressed in her pink gown from earlier, though it was slightly disheveled, as was her hair, and she smelled faintly of sex and cum. Desire rose in me immediately. It didn’t matter where it came from, the smell of sex was hard-wired into my brain as something good.
She looped her arm in mine as she led me to his study, our high heels clicking in time, even though I knew perfectly well where it was.
“I do hope you’ll obey nicely,” she said, pushing her soft, gorgeous body against mine. “It would be so very nice to have a confidant, here. Someone I could trust and rely upon.”
“Of course, Sister,” I said meekly. “I will defer to your judgment for these first many months, I should imagine, so that I can draw on your expertise in pleasing our Master.”
This seemed to satisfy her somewhat. My initial reading of her as haughty and desirous of praise seemed rather correct.
“Yes,” she said. “That will be for the best. Don’t forget it.”
Her voice had taken a slightly icy tone, but I had no time to ask of it—she led me straight into the study, presenting her and myself before our Master. We bowed elaborately and then knelt down on the floor, assuming the submissive position.
“Good evening, my lovely girl,” said Daddy. “Diane, you may leave us. Attend to dinner.”
“Of course, Daddy.” She stood up slowly, letting her ass slide high in the air first, and then left to obey as instructed.
Now, I was alone with him—my Daddy—and compelled beyond all possible compulsions to obey every last whim that he had.
“Now, I want you to come here, Leandra.” He waved a finger. “Like a good girl. Like a slave. Like they trained you. Let me see my obedient little girl come toward me.”
Obediently, from my position already on my hands and knees, I began to crawl toward him. Soon, I was right between his legs. My Master's thick, muscular legs.
“Take out my cock.”
I gulped. “Y-yes, Daddy.”
Slowly, my fingers drifted up over the zipper to his pants and pulled it down. Then the buttons, slowly again. I was taking my time. This all felt so very wrong.
The feeling of wrongness only intensified when I saw his cock in the flesh, already half-hard. It was enormous! My mouth watered at the sight of it, just as I had been trained. I knew he was my Master, now, and I knew that when I saw my Master’s cock, it was only right and proper for me to drool. That was a slave’s duty—to let her Master know that his cock was worth salivating for.
“I’m not hard all the way,” he noticed.
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Fix that, would you?”
Trembling, my fingers wrapped around his shaft.
“Ah-ah.” He said, slapping at my wrist playfully. “Ask me how.”
I looked up at him with my big green eyes, open for instruction.
“H-how would you like me to get you hard, Daddy?”
“I want you to lick my cock. But don’t take it in your mouth. Not yet.”
“Y-yes, Daddy. Of course, Daddy.”
Slowly, I dragged my tongue across the top of his shaft, just like how I had been taught. My mouth slipped up and down the shaft again and again, and I made sure to moan. Men liked it when women moaned as they pleasured a cock.
Daddies liked it when daughters moaned as they pleasured a cock. I knew this, because I could tell how much he loved seeing his own little girl’s mouth on his hardened dick. My tiny face must have made his cock seem so big in comparison.
I could hear his breath becoming ragged with lust as he watched me slip my trained mouth over his meat.
“That’s very good, my dear. Very good. Do you like that?”
His voice was very intense as he asked me that question. It was important to him that I was enjoying myself, I realized suddenly. He needed to know that I wanted this.
As such, I tried to answer with all the enthusiasm I could muster. “Yes, Daddy. I like it very much.”
I hoped to mirror Diane’s voice and cadence, so as to give him the sort of submission that he was no doubt used to by this point. But he didn’t seem to buy it. Disappointment flashed on his face, and because he was disappointed, I was disappointed—only reinforcing his belief in return, no doubt, that I didn’t want this as much as I said.
But still, he knew that I would obey no matter what. And clearly, this was too much of a temptation for him to resist now that his cock was so hard.
“Take me, now. Into your mouth.”
“Yes, Master,” I said quietly, discouraged still.
Slowly, I let my lips envelop the thick, turgid head of his cock. With beautifully trained suction, I pushed forward, letting the entirety of his meat know my worshipful, longing mouth as I took him inside my body for the first time. My Daddy’s cock was so hard in my mouth. Lashing and licking, my tongue slipped over the thick surface of his shaft as he sank deeper and deeper down into my throat.
“Yes, just like that. Take me into your mouth. Yesss...that’s so good, Leandra. My good little girl.”
Despite all my misgivings, I still felt several waves of pleasure from the praise from my Master, my Daddy. A deep, purring heat exhaled from my mouth, pushing on his meat, as I moved him forward further down my tight throat. I wanted my esophagus to be his cock’s home. I wanted him to fuck my face like it was his own personal cunt.
That’s what I had been trained for. In that perfect moment of sucking his cock, it didn’t matter that he was my Daddy—and if it did matter, it only mattered in the way that made it even hotter that that’s what was happening.
I sucked harder and harder, losing myself in the action for what felt like hours. There was no way for me to tell the time. All I knew was that I had to keep sucking as if my life depended on it.
Suddenly, just as I thought he might have been getting close to cumming, there was a knock on the door.
“Dinner is prepared, Daddy,” said Diane. “May I be of any help?”
“Yes,” he said, breaths hot now. “Assist your sister. Like we discussed.”
I could not see her approach, as I was busy obeying and sucking. But I heard her tall heels click on the floor as she came closer and closer.
She slipped up against Daddy's firm, muscular body, and then wrapped her hand in my thick hair. She was guiding me as I sucked, pushing me up and down. And as she did, she began to cheer me on.
“Oh yeah, Leandra, suck him,” she said hotly. “Suck your Daddy. He’s so good. He deserves your mouth on him, yeah. He deserves his dirty little slavedaughter’s mouth riding up and down his cock!”
Master turned toward her then, pleased, and began to make out with her hotly. As he did, her hand pushed through my hair and then over my face, wrapping around Daddy's massive cock. Soon, she was stroking his slick cock in tune with my sucks, pushing back toward the head as my lips slid back, and stroking in as my mouth took in more of his enormous meat. It wasn't long before her hand came out of tune with my mouth, and as she stroked him, she began to hit my face with the back of her hand. Showing her superiority to me. Displaying her arrogance. This only seemed to excite my Daddy, so even though it was plain that Diane didn't like me, I couldn't help but get excited as well.
Within moments of this hot abuse starting, Daddy started to groan and buck on the chair. His orgasm piled down my throat, hot jizz sliding perfectly and piling up in my young barely legal tummy.
Diane, smiling eagerly, licked her hand with a soft, pink tongue. Daddy looked down at me, tussling my hair slightly.
“Very good, girl. Very good. I may decide to keep you around, after all.”
The idea that he wouldn’t hadn’t even entered my mind. Even as I felt warm
th from his Daddy load inside my good little girl body, I felt fear strike my heart.
I would have to serve as well as possible to keep his attention and good favor.
* * * * *
Our duties were not entirely sexual, of course. Daddy had a small household—just myself, Diane, and him. As a result, it was necessary for his two slaves to accomplish the entirety of the menial tasks like laundry, cooking, and cleaning.
So, the next day, I found myself on the floor, in my tiny cleavage-baring uniform, next to Diane. We were bent over on the floor, scrubbing away with thick, head-sized yellow sponges. Both of us were in high heels and on our knees. The hems of our tiny uniforms just barely slipped past the delicious curves of our asses. As we worked, the edges of the uniform slid up our legs slowly. I self-consciously tugged mine down from time to time. Diane seemed content to let hers slide up to around her waist. Her ass was absolutely amazing. If mine were as good, I think I wouldn’t have thought twice about revealing it either.
I had thought, at first, that Diane was a Yoron girl. Her golden hair was one of their trademarks as a race, after all, as was her seemingly naturally submissive nature. But later on, I noticed the pale violet color of her eyes—a trademark exclusively to Nator girls. This would explain, also, her eagerness for subservience. Nators were notoriously hard to break, but once they broke, they stayed broken, and often became some of the harshest taskmasters around for new indoctrinates. Diane's incredibly bust and wide, ready-for-pregnancy hips also testified to the fact of her heritage: Nators were known for their womanly ability in the area of fertility.
After an hour of dedicated work, we were allowed a five minute break. We slumped next to one another against the wall. Already we had become friendly with one another’s touch. This was quite normal. Slaves loved touching, to be touched. It gave us sublime comfort in our souls, and eased our tired bodies.
It didn't matter to me, very much, how vicious she had been when pleasing Daddy the night before. I knew she had done so purely out of a desire to please him. And, as my only true desire was to do the same, how could I be angry with her? If I wanted to be treated more nicely, I would have to earn that treatment day by day, service by service.
Very quickly, our hands had interlaced. For slaves, this was not quite as intimate a gesture as it was for others. It was, as I said, a way to transfer comfort and well-being. The way that you might smile at a stranger on a train and let them know you were having a harried day, too.
In our hour of work, we had covered only half the floor. It was layered with stains from cooking oils and strange residue from spices.
“I have let Master’s house become in quite the disarray in your absence,” Diane joked.
I laughed softly. “Soon, it will all be clean. And then we will start again.”
After a minute or more of silence and touching, she asked what seemed to have been on her mind this whole time.
“Do you like this? Do you like serving your Daddy?”
I have to admit I had not been expecting this question. She knew the answer was yes, of course—it would have to be, otherwise I wouldn't have been sold as a slave at all.
“O-of course I do. Serving Daddy is all I could aspire to as a woman.”
“Don’t feed me that nonsense. I know you know it’s sick, it’s wrong. You don’t have to lie to me.”
I gulped. This was a surprise. I wondered only briefly how she was able to ask the question in that manner at all. I wanted to be honest, but also, I knew that sometimes slaves could try to manipulate others—would try to gain favor by doing so.
“I-I want to obey,” I said again. “I love my Daddy.”
She slid in and pushed a hand up over my thigh. “Come on, sweetie. You can tell me the truth. I mean, like, as far as I’m concerned? You’re my big sister. You belonged to Daddy first. I just want us to be on the same page. If that’s really, truly how you feel, that’s great. I’ll make sure it’s how I feel too. But if it’s not...I mean...”
I wavered. She was so pretty, and I had so much stress built up in my body from all the work from the day and the sale to my father.
“I...I don’t know,” I admitted finally. “I’m with him, and it’s great. It’s so, so good. His cock is so delicious, and I love to take him into my body. But...you're right. It does feel sick. It feels so wrong. I didn’t think I would ever have to sleep with my father, Diane. I just...if I could be with a different Master, if that was a choice of mine, I would take it. But...it's wonderful that it's not. I am happy to serve.”
I leaned into her body for support. She slipped her arms around me, hugging me tight.
“It’s okay,” she whispered in my ear. “It’s all okay. I won’t tell. I’m here for you. I’m here.”
Fool that I was, I believed her.
* * * * *
As the day went on, I found my trust in Diane rising and rising. More than once, she corrected my form on orders of straightening and cleaning. While what I had done was technically correct, for example—like picking up Master’s coat and replacing it into the hallway closet—it was not always actually correct. Master preferred some things out for ease of access and use, and some things in a stately order of disarray to make himself feel more at home, and not living in some museum.
Dinner was prepared by Diane and I, both. We made roast with whipped potatoes and a small side of cranberry salad. A simple meal, but one that Daddy enjoyed thoroughly.
When six in the evening arrived, we were fully ready to serve dinner to Daddy. Of course, we were dressed in our evening outfits—Diane in gorgeous soft pink lingerie with a tight g-string, and myself in a lacy white teddy with soft elbow-length gloves. So arranged, we served dinner to Daddy, kneeling at his feet after delivering his food to him at the dining room table. Or rather, I stayed kneeling, and quickly Diane was called into his lap to stroke his cock and serve him his dinner, bite by bite, with the use of a fork. I looked on, fingering my cunt slowly as Daddy had ordered me.
“Daddy,” said Diane, in between serving bites, about halfway through the meal. “I’ve got some troubling news for you.”
Daddy seemed amused by this. Right away, I heard alarms ringing in my head—what was she talking about? What news could she have gotten? I was with her all day.
“It’s Leandra, Daddy. She’s been...well. I hate to say it, but Daddy? She’s been really naughty lately.”
Daddy appeared puzzled. His hand slipped up into Diane’s cunt, and she started to moan gently, clearly cumming already.
She was so incredibly well-trained. Even I didn't know if I could cum right away from my Daddy's touch. But god, I wanted to. As she shuddered, calming down, her hand still stroked up and down his huge cock in obedient fashion.
“Whatever do you mean, Diane? How could Leandra have been bad? I haven’t seen her be anything but a very good girl for Daddy.”
“That’s right, Master,” said Diane, eagerly stroking Daddy’s cock, leaning hard against his body. “She told me so many filthy, awful things about being your slave. She clearly doesn’t deserve it. She said she would serve another man if she got the chance.”
He sighed slowly, half in pleasure from her consistent stroking, but also half in obvious disappointment. Right away, he would know that Diane was telling the truth. She—just like myself—could not lie to him.
“That’s very distressing news,” said Daddy, turning to me. “Very distressing. You know, I was very eager to have you here.”
“I...” I struggled with the sudden tears in my eyes, not knowing how to protest. I had said those things, but I thought it was safe, I thought it was just to vent. I didn’t have any notion of truly disobeying my Daddy—not at all! I would die first! How could I make him understand? How could I make this right, so that he would love me with his perfect MasterDaddy cock once more?
“How...” Daddy moaned, Diane continuing her hot work on his cock. “H-how do you think we ought to proceed, Diane? You seem to have some ideas
.”
“I don’t think you should fuck her pussy at all until she agrees to be a good girl for real, Daddy.” Diane kissed his chin, still casting me superior, haughty looks. “I think you should make her suffer a little, for making you suffer.”
“Yes. That’s a good idea. I like that.”
He stood up then, carelessly letting Diane fall down to the ground. His long, hard meat wagged before my face.
“We have to teach you that your will doesn’t matter,” he said to me. “I didn’t want to be so harsh with my baby girl, but you leave me no choice.”
He was not gentle. In short order, he stood me up and stripped the tiny white panties off my tight young bottom. Pushing my head down on the table with one hand, he slapped my ass hard with the other. Pain exploded through my bottom—pain, and pleasure too. I was trained to like whatever my Master gave me, even strikes. Even if that Master was my Daddy.
“I’m sorry, Daddy!” I moaned.
He slapped my ass again, and then again.
“I’m s-so sorry, Daddy!”
“Not good enough,” he grunted, spanking me even harder still. I could hear his heavy breathing, the way he exerted himself as he spent his energy on my punishment.
“I’m so, so s-sorry, Daddy! Please, hit me again!”
Turning my head, I could see his cock leaking precum all over the floor. Next to him, Diane looked on with fierce eagerness in her eyes.
“You should fuck her in the ass, Sir,” she suggested calmly. “She’s a virgin there. They didn’t train her for it at all.”
This interested him a great deal. “Is that right, baby girl? Have you not been fucked in the ass the entire time you were trained?”
I gulped, nodding. “She’s right. They didn’t even use a dildo on me. Th-they said that most new Masters don’t even want to do it, so there wasn’t a point.”
Diane must have known that too, of course. Probably she wasn't trained in the ass either, at least not at first.
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