Chapter 4: Brent
When Ellie’s location dot on his phone finally began to move in the direction of home, Brent let out a resigned sigh. She would be well over two hours late, which was disappointing considering the breakthroughs they’d had the previous night. Perhaps he’d pushed her too far, he mused- but he supposed that a little bit of rebellion was a natural consequence of his daughter’s vulnerability as she sank deeper and deeper into Service.
The question was what he would do about her flagrant disregard for his rules. There would need to be consequences beyond the daily corrections used to address posing and protocol mishaps. Brent had to make a point and draw a very firm boundary. He may have comforted her sobs last night, but she needed to know that his compassion was not to be exploited.
His plan solidified as soon as he read her text messages. She was standing next to him, naked in Inspection pose, awaiting his attention. As was his ritual, he scrolled through her calls, texts, and social media when she surrendered her phone to him each evening. He saw nothing out of the ordinary and was just about to begin Ellie’s daily Inspection when the screen lit up.
I really enjoyed kissing you, Ellie. I hope that I get to do it again.
Evan- her classmate, the one she’d called last night. The one with the obvious crush- the one who had finally acted on it.
Brent deleted the message, replacing his daughter’s phone on the table. He inspected every inch of his daughter’s body, tracing the angry red welts that his belt left across her ass and adjusting her chastity belt to ensure the strap between her legs was snug. He kissed her, releasing her from the Inspection pose.
“Did anyone touch you today, Ellie?” he asked. It was a routine question after the inspection, but tonight’s answer was of particular interest.
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, not meeting his eyes. She recounted a male professor patting her back after giving her back an A grade on a paper, and a female friend hugging her goodbye after their morning class.
“Is that all, Ellie?” Brent asked as he picked up her laundry. Her panties were crusted with his cum, as usual.
Ellie paused. “Yes, Daddy,” she lied.
Brent masked his rage and disappointment quickly. “Good girl,” he said, “thank you for telling me. Now go do your homework; you may use your computer and your phone for one hour before dinner.”
Ellie hesitated, no doubt waiting for him to address her tardiness, but when it became clear that he was finished she quickly grasped her phone- typical behaviour for any 18 year old who had been separated from it, but doubly suspicious with the context that Brent now had. He saw what he could’ve sworn was disappointment flit across her face when she saw that there were no messages.
She settled naked onto the couch, typing into her computer. She was clearly on edge, waiting for Brent to dole out her punishment for being late. When he was finished with her, she would be begging for that punishment. It was one thing to ignore her curfew to let a boy kiss her, but it was completely another to miss curfew and lie to her father. Brent was cognizant of their breakthrough last night, as well as her recent successes with protocol; he didn’t want to undermine or lose her progress, but felt strongly that if he didn’t make a point in this instance he would lose her.
A quick social media search on his phone told him that Evan worked part time at a local restaurant. “I think we’ll go out for dinner tonight,” Brent announced. “I want to celebrate the progress that you made last night, Ellie. Would you like that?” he asked sweetly.
She covered her surprise quickly- if only she had done as good of a job covering her lies.
Chapter 5: Ellie
Ellie had been on eggshells since she’d gotten home, waiting for her dad to punish her for being late. She breathed a thousand sighs of relief when she saw that Evan hadn’t texted her- she couldn’t even imagine what her dad would’ve done if he knew that she kissed him, and that she’d lied. She blocked Evan’s number just in case he followed through on his promise of a text, then did her best to focus on homework until her punishment inevitably crashed down onto her.
Imagine her surprise when her dad suggested they go out to celebrate.
It was the first time he’d mentioned last night and their notable milestones. Despite the fact that he had yet to mention her missed curfew, she let herself relax slightly knowing that he wasn’t indifferent to her progress. “Yes Daddy,” she said as she transformed her surprise and unease into a smile, “I would love to go to dinner with you.”
They were seated in a corner booth in the busy restaurant. Ellie had to resist crossing her arms to hide her prominent nipples; the thin white tank top and short denim skirt that her father had chosen for her were far from modest, especially considering the fact that he didn’t set out panties for her to wear. He had also requested that she wear extra makeup, focusing on black eye liner and mascara with red lipstick. She thought his request odd, but also realized that this was the first time they had been in public together since her training began- perhaps this was part of it. She knew better than to cross her legs, so she tried her best to keep them pressed together, feeling her chastity belt pinch between her thighs.
Her dad had ordered her a soda, something that she hadn’t had since her training had started. She had been existing merely on water and fortified oats- fully balanced nutrition, but no taste. She had earned a few strawberries last night, which she savoured. She took a big gulp of her soda, the bubbles assaulting her mouth. The drink tasted sweeter than she remembered, too syrupy for her palate. Maybe she didn’t miss it after all.
Her dad was in a spectacular mood, showering her with praise. “You have come so far, Ellie,” he beamed. “I thought all day about how to honour your progress, and I thought about how much you enjoyed the strawberries last night. I don’t want you to get used to this, but I think it’s an appropriate reward. You had no errors yesterday, including in Table pose. You took your edging and maintenance like a true slave, even though I know it was hard for you. Most of all, Ellie, I really appreciate the way you opened up to me; your tears were a testament to our bond, and the trust within it. I am glad that you agreed to come to my bed last night, and that you let me take care of you. I promise to always be there when you need that, and I hope that you can promise to always let me,” he said sincerely.
Ellie was overcome with emotion for what felt like the thousandth time in the past 24 hours. Her dad really did see how hard she had been working, and he was proud of her. He had invested countless hours into her training, and even she could see that she had come a long way- yet she was lying to him. Ellie couldn’t stand herself.
“Daddy, a guy kissed me today. I was two hours late coming home because I went for coffee with him. I knew that you would be mad, but I was upset and he made me feel so…normal. I know I disappointed you and I don’t know why I lied- I just feel so overwhelmed,” she said in a breath.
Her dad put his arm around her, his hand gripping the back of her neck hard. “I know, Ellie. I know you lied. I know you kissed Evan,” he said quietly, his earlier kindness now lost in grit. “I will always know, Ellie.”
Ellie had no idea how he knew it was Evan, but she was too distracted to process it- because Evan was standing across the restaurant, waiting on a table. Her dad had tilted her head in Evan’s direction to ensure that she saw him.
“Daddy, I…” Ellie began, but she was interrupted by a squeeze of her dad’s hand on her neck and his growl in her ear. To anyone at the restaurant (including, she supposed, Evan) they would look like they were sharing a secret or a menu- no one could see the slick fear coating Ellie’s stomach.
“Your time for confession is over, Ellie. It was over the minute you failed to be truthful. It is now time for you to be punished for your lies- for your breach of my trust,” he said menacingly. “You need to learn a lesson; your body, your mind, and your time doesn’t belong to you- it belongs to me. You have no needs, and no wants- your only desire is to obey, and to Serve me. You do as I say, when I say it- all to please me. Your pleasure is irrelevant,” he said coolly.
Ellie swallowed hard as she watched Evan move around the restaurant. She had of course let her dad pick the restaurant, and had no idea that Evan worked here. She fidgeted with her cola, barely able to breathe amid her dad’s simmering ire. She had been corrected and given feedback plenty of times throughout her training, but this was different- it was no innocent mistake, and she knew that the punishment would fit her circumstances. Their server came to collect their meal orders, and her dad ordered them only one meal.
“You are going to show me that you understand, Ellie. I choose what happens to your body. Right now, I am going to give your body to Evan- or rather, you are. He was so eager to kiss you, I bet he will be equally eager to face fuck you- because that is what you are for, Ellie. I want it to be intense enough to ruin your pretty makeup, and I want him to cum on your face. You will video call me while it’s happening, and place your phone where I can watch. You will return to this table when he’s finished with you, and the cum will still be on your face. Do you understand?”
Ellie’s whole body went cold with panic. “Daddy, no. Please, I can’t. Evan is…he isn’t like that. Daddy I’m sorry- I’ll do anything. I understand that my body is yours, I am all yours Daddy I promise. I will never lie to you again- please don’t make me do this. I will never be able to come back from this, Daddy. Please, anything- I will do anything. I’ll…I’ll…” she stammered, trying to think of something that she could offer her dad to save her reputation at school. “I’ll…have sex with you,” she said quietly. “Please let me have sex with you instead Daddy, I…I want to,” she finished.
“Oh, Ellie. You will have sex with me, but not as punishment. You are going to have sex with me- and soon, I might add- because you ask for it- because you want to Serve me, not because you lied to me. You will suck your friend’s cock, Ellie, and you will do it well. Show me you’re sorry; show me that you understand who owns you. If you want to continue your training, you will not argue again,” her dad said, the finality in his voice reverberating through her body.
“Wh…what if he doesn’t want to?” she asked tentatively.
“You will make him want to,” her dad answered. He softened. “You have a choice to make, Ellie. This will be one of the last choices that you do- make it. I hope that you choose correctly.”
Ellie glimpsed the version of her dad that was compassionate and kind to her- the one who had been proud of her a few moments ago, and was overcome with the desire to get him back. The cold, cruel version of her dad wasn’t the only one, and Ellie found herself craving his warmth. She wanted to go back to when he was proud of her, and she knew that there was only one way to do it- she needed to show him she could obey.
Ellie knew that if she got Evan to face fuck her, it would change his opinion of her. Her reputation at school was also at risk- she wasn’t sure how she felt about being known as the class slut if Evan ever told anyone. Most importantly, she would lose one of her only friends. Despite this knowledge, she made her choice as she got up from the table to find her true purpose, and to earn back her dad’s affection.
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“Ellie, hey!” Evan said brightly as she nervously walked over to him. Ellie could feel her dad’s stare the entire way across the restaurant.
“Hi Evan,” Ellie blushed. Words would not come.
“I have a break in a few minutes…do you want to hang out for a bit?” he asked, then remembered their setting. “I mean, of course you don’t, you’re here for dinner. Is that your dad?” he asked, looking over Ellie’s shoulder.
“Yah, that’s my dad,” she said, unable to look behind her. “I’d love to hang out,” she said shyly, taking a seat at the bar. The skirt that her father had chosen was short enough that she felt her bare ass touch the stool.
“Cool, just let me drop these drinks off,” Evan said with a wink. Ellie sat at the bar awaiting his return, searching her brain for some sort of plan. Evan was so kind and…normal- plus, they barely knew each other. She couldn’t imagine how to get him from a chaste kiss to fucking her face in less than a day.
She thought about the porn that her dad made her watch each day as part of her training, and the audio file that repeated every time she drove. She saw the blank and serene expressions on the slave’s faces as they were used by their Masters. They never hesitated, and they had no self consciousness as drool and cum dripped down their faces. Good slaves were merely vessels; no needs, no wants, no desire. Ellie had to detach herself from her personality and her feelings for Evan, and be a slave. After all, this was what she wanted; she wanted to Serve, and she knew that in this case if she wanted to learn more from her dad, she had to.
Evan tugged on her ponytail when he returned, pulling up a seat next to her. She saw his eyes drift down to her nipples poking through her shirt, and took a deep breath. She wasn’t Ellie- she was no one.
“Let’s go to the bathroom,” Ellie said, pushing her chest out to his greedy gaze.
“The bathroom?” he repeated cluelessly.
“Yes, Evan, the bathroom. I see you checking out my tits…I know you want to see them in real life,” she said lowly.
“Ellie,” he stammered, clearly taken aback, “I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I…we don’t have to. Sorry, I should keep my eyes to myself,” he said, blushing.
“No, I like it. Come on.” She grabbed his hand and led him to the washroom before either of them had a chance to reconsider, dialing her dad’s phone number on the way.
She could see that her dad answered, and muted the sound on her phone. She locked the bathroom door behind them, throwing her arms around Evan and kissing him before he could ask questions. She took her top off, bringing his hand to her breast as her tongue found his. “Touch me, Evan, I know you want to,” she breathed.
“Ellie, we don’t have to…you don’t have to…” he said breathlessly between kisses. His hand began to knead her breast in spite of his protests.
“I have to,” she breathed. If only he knew how much.
She got on her knees, placing her phone face up on the floor to give her dad the view that he demanded. Luckily Evan was far too distracted to notice.
“Ellie, Ellie please. We can take it slow. I really like you. I want to take our time,” he said as she undid his belt and jeans.
“I’m not the girl you date, Evan,” she said without emotion as she worked on detaching herself from the moment, “I’m the girl you fuck.” With that she looked up at him as she freed his hard cock, his consent obvious. She spit on his shaft, working it until her hand slid back and forth with ease. He swallowed any further protests when she swallowed his cock.
“Ellie, fuck,” he moaned, leaning against the wall to absorb the force with with she inhaled his cock. Ellie backed off a bit to let him get his bearings before she swallowed him again. She licked up his length and flicked her tongue along his tip before wrapping her lips around him and sucking hard. She trailed more spit on the head of his cock, allowing some to drip down onto her tits for good measure. She swirled her tongue around his sensitive head before driving him into the back of her throat. She was able to hold him there for a few seconds before she gagged, vaguely appreciating how having her dad stick his fingers down her throat every morning to train it had actually helped.
Evan was letting her set the pace, his hands tentatively threaded through her hair. If he wasn’t going to fuck her face, she would have to it herself. She had to make her voyeur dad proud.
Down the Rabbit Hole 