Honour Thy Father: Chapter 10-12 (Final)

Chapter Ten: Eva

Eva laid in bed with Daddy, both of them completely naked as she tried to fall asleep- as if she could sleep after the day that she’d had.  She couldn’t believe how a few short hours had changed absolutely everything about her life.  You know it’s an insane day when the most normal part of it was standing naked in front of strangers.  Daddy made her cum! Daddy came inside her! He touched her and kissed her and…it was all so wrong. SO WRONG.

Why did she feel closer to him?

Listening to his deep and regular breathing as he slept beside her, she couldn’t help but cuddle into his warmth.  She hadn’t realized how far apart they had drifted until she felt his hands on her.  They felt…protective, loving- not at all like the hands of the guys she’d slept with.  As scared and horrified as she was about being touched by Daddy, she very quickly found that Father David was right- intimacy builds bridges over dark waters of resentment and disrespect. 

After Daddy filled her with his cum, they were both permitted to get dressed.  Father David told Eva that she was only permitted to wear dresses for the length of the summer, and with nothing underneath them.  When Eva remarked that she had only brought one, Daddy let her know that he had purchased some extras in hopes that she agreed to stay. 

Melody showed Eva where her new dresses were.  Eva had the thought to be self-conscious of her nakedness, especially with someone as gorgeous as Melody.  The notion faded as she remembered that just a few minutes ago Father David and Melody had watched her and Daddy.  She also registered that Father David had his hand down Melody’s dress the whole time.  Still, she supposed, not the strangest part of the day. 

The rest of the day was filled with fairly innocuous tasks; Melody taught Eva how to properly set a table for dinner, and Eva helped Melody prepare the meal.  Eva thought that a lot of the pomp and circumstance that Melody displayed in serving Father David was foolish, but she was much too jarred from her own experiences that day to put up much of a fight. 

They ate dinner together at the table, and then turned in for an early night.  Sleeping was required to be nude, should the men need access to their women’s’ bodies overnight.  It was admittedly awkward undressing with Daddy, especially after he had been inside her hours before.  They both got into bed quickly, letting the darkness protect them as the lights turned off.

“I’m not going to touch you tonight,” Daddy said gently.  Eva wasn’t sure if she felt relief or disappointment.  Her heart was hammering in her chest, but it wasn’t solely due to anxiety.  “I just want to be with you, and make sure that you’re okay.  If this is happening too fast, I can sleep on the couch tonight.  I know today was a lot, baby,” he said as he gently stroked her hair.

Eva considered his offer and turned to face him.  He really did just want what was best for her.  He had full access to her body right then and was consumed with ensuring that she was okay.  That genuine care and love made her want to give herself to him even more.

“Thank you, Daddy.  Today was a lot, but I think I’m okay.  There is a lot to process, but I think Father David is right- I already do feel closer to you.  I think I lost my way when Mom died, and I lost you too.  I don’t really know how it happened, but I don’t want it to happen anymore.  I miss being your little girl, and I miss you,” Eva said.  Her voice cracked with the last sentence as emotion welled up inside her.

“Oh, come here baby, don’t cry,” Daddy said as he took Eva in his arms.  “I love you, and I’ve missed you too.  It’s okay, Daddy’s here now.  We’re here, we’re together- we are going to be okay,” he cooed.  Eva melted into his arms, allowing him to comfort her.  He stroked her hair, and wiped the tears from her face as she cried. 

“I love you Daddy,” she whispered through her remaining tears.  She stayed in his arms until he fell asleep, and remained there as her own sleep eluded her.

She listened to Father David and Melody have sex in the next room.  Their moans were somewhat muffled by the walls, but not enough that she didn’t hear Melody’s singsong voice yell “Father I need your cum!” before Father David moaned.

The cabin was now quiet, apart from Eva’s racing thoughts.  The things happening in this cabin were categorically wrong- of that she was absolutely certain.  She should be running for the hills, but instead she found herself wrapping her naked body in Daddy’s arms, gently placing the palm of his hand on her exposed breast and shivering as he reflexively squeezed.

She drifted to sleep almost immediately after that.

The next day progressed like any other, unless you count the part where Eva sucked Daddy’s cock and swallowed his cum.

Everyone got dressed and had breakfast, the girls went outside to work in the gardens.  It was a bit strange to be gardening in a dress, and Eva found herself bending very carefully so as not to put her whole ass on display- not that everyone hadn’t already seen it, Melody included.  Eva was grateful for the alone time with Melody, and while they didn’t talk about the events of the previous day, Eva felt a safety and camaraderie with Melody that wasn’t there before.

Their fathers had their coffees on the porch and watched the girls.  They then busied themselves splitting wood for the fireplace, as it was still cool at night.  The girls eventually went inside to make lunch, where everyone ate together.  Normal, right?

After lunch, Father David informed Eva that it was time for her next lesson.

“You did so well yesterday, Eva.  It was very clear to all of us that you pleased your father.  You were such a good girl to take his cum like that.  As you know, though, there are multiple ways to please a man, and to take his cum.   The ability to enthusiastically and skillfully suck cock is a key element in being a good woman, and a good daughter.  This is a way for you to show your love selflessly, without expecting anything in return.” 

Eva gulped, looking at Daddy nervously.  Daddy offered her a gentle smile, which helped to settle her nerves.  She had sucked a few cocks in her day, but of course never Daddy’s.  The voice in her head that said it was wrong was drowned out by the prospect of making Daddy smile.

“Eva, please get on your knees and remove your father’s pants,” Father David instructed.  As Eva undid Daddy’s belt, Father David undid his own.  His silent command had Melody on her knees beside Eva, repeating her motions to remove her father’s pants.

The girls looked at each other, a silent sisterhood, before sliding their fathers’ pants down.  Eva marveled as Daddy’s cock sprang free of his boxers.  She looked up at him, eyes wide as father and daughter embarked on another first.

“Now, Eva, I’m sure you know the basics,” Father David said over Melody’s sucking noises.  “You’ll start by licking your father’s cock from shaft to tip, making sure to get it very wet.  Blow jobs are best when they’re sloppy,” Father David said. 

Eva ran her tongue up the underside of Daddy’s cock, never taking her eyes off of his.  “Great eye contact, Eva, very good girl,” Father David praised.  Eva licked Daddy’s cock all over, paying special attention to the tip as she flicked her tongue along it.  She felt Daddy shiver, and found herself smiling.

“Now take him into your mouth- be mindful of teeth- and suck,” Father David coached.  Melody’s slurping sounds were getting louder, and Eva was eager to match her.  She did as Father David said, taking Daddy’s cock gently into her mouth.  She sucked the tip lightly, making a popping sound to add to Melody’s noise.

“That’s it, nice and slow,” Father David said.  “Now, Michael, tell her what you like- what you need,” Father David said.  He turned his attention back to his own daughter, weaving his fingers through her hair to quicken her pace.  Eva noticed that Melody was more practiced than her- more comfortable, more confident- and she vaguely wondered how long it would take her to have that level of skill. 

Eva looked up at Daddy, curious to know how he liked to have his cock sucked.  “Just like that, Baby, tease the tip,” he said.  Eva swirled her tongue around him, sucking more and more of him into her mouth.  “Now all the way down, baby,” Daddy said.  Eva did her best to take him into her mouth, but the head of his cock hit her throat sooner than she had hoped.  Her eyes watered, but she kept sucking what she could.

“Try again, baby, all the way down,” Daddy said gently.  Eva desperately wanted to please him, but couldn’t see how she would ever get his cock all the way in.  She took a breath, pressing Daddy’s cock all the way to the back of her throat.  The pressure was irritating, and she gagged almost immediately. 

“Yes, baby, like that- you’ll get it eventually,” Daddy encouraged.  Eva had never had a cock as big as Daddy’s in her mouth and had certainly never had to force one down her throat.  She felt out of her element, but determined to please Daddy. 

Eva wrapped her hand around Daddy’s now spit-soaked cock, stroking him as she swallowed her gag reflex.  She took a few deep breaths before putting him back in her mouth.  She stroked and sucked, gearing herself up to try to swallow his cock again.  Daddy was moaning, so she knew that he was enjoying it.

She squared her shoulders and forced her head down on Daddy’s cock over and over again.  She felt him pound the back of her throat, but couldn’t get the leverage to force him down.  Her throat was resisting him, the foreign feeling not something that her body could ignore.  Eva gagged on Daddy’s cock, spit trailing down her chin.  Her eyes watered as she looked up at him, silently pleading for help.

“She really wants it,” Father David remarked.  Daddy just moaned in response.  Eva took a break, going back to stroking Daddy as she caught her breath.  “Melody, sweetie, will you go help Eva for a minute?  Remember how I taught you to swallow my cock? I think Eva just needs a bit of help getting it down her throat,” Father David said. 

Melody was currently tonguing her father’s balls, and after a few final licks sat up and slid over to Eva.  “Yes, Father,” she said naturally.  She looked at Eva, silently asking for consent.  Eva gave her an embarrassed smile while she kept stroking Daddy’s cock.

“It’s okay, Eva.  I needed help with this too- it’s unnatural to hold something so big in your throat,” she said matter-of-factly.  It’s hard to get the leverage that you need when you’re on your knees at first- it takes practice,” she said.  Eva nodded as if this were a totally normal conversation.

“Eva, keep sucking your father’s cock, and Melody will help you to get it in your throat.  You need to surrender yourself to your father, and now to Melody- let them guide you,” Father David said.  He was stroking his own cock, soaked with his daughter’s spit.

Eva did as she was told, hearing Daddy moan again as she took him into her mouth.  Melody knelt beside her, wrapping her fingers in Eva’s hair and guiding her head gently back and forth along Daddy’s shaft.  She looked up at him, seeing nothing but pride in his eyes.

“Okay, Melody, a bit faster sweetie,” Father David said.  Melody gripped Eva’s hair tighter, quickening the pace so that Daddy’s cock was hitting the back of her throat with each thrust.  Eva fought her reflex to cough, trying to relax her body to accommodate Melody’s pace.

“That feels so good baby, you’re doing such a good job,” Daddy said through a moan. 

“Okay, now Melody,” Father David said.

With that command, Melody held Eva’s face against Daddy’s body, forcing his cock down her throat.  Eva instantly gagged, pushing away from Daddy and spitting on the floor as she tried to catch her breath.  She had tears in her eyes, and did her best to quell the sense of panic that had just flooded her body.

“That’s it, deep breaths,” Melody said gently.  “Let me know when you’re ready to go again,” she said.

Eva looked up at Daddy to see a look of concern across his face.  She wanted to be brave for him, and please him.  She took a deep breath, settling her nerves.  “Again,” she said determinedly. 

Melody grabbed her hair again as she put Daddy back in her mouth.  This time Eva was ready for his cock to slide down her throat, and was able to hold it for a few seconds before she gagged.  

“Much better,” Father David praised.  “Michael, she’s a natural- she will learn in no time,” he promised.  Eva smiled, the praise propelling Daddy’s cock back into her mouth for more.

Eva sucked Daddy with Melody’s help, doing her best to fight her gag reflex each time Melody forced Daddy’s cock down her throat.  Sometimes Melody would hold her head down for a few seconds, coaching Eva to ignore her desire to gag.  Other times she would slam her face into Daddy repeatedly, forcing his cock into her throat and letting her breathe in between. 

Eva became completely consumed by her task; she existed merely for Daddy’s pleasure and knew that Melody knew how to help her.  She allowed Melody to guide her head and set the pace, no matter how frantic she became.  She breathed when Melody told her to, and swallowed Daddy’s cock as much as she could.  She couldn’t even hear Father David coaching them anymore- the only thing that she focused on was Daddy’s cock.

“It’s so good baby, just like that,” Daddy groaned, his hand replacing Melody’s on Eva’s head. 

Melody leaned back on her heels, letting Daddy take over setting the pace.  “He’s gonna cum,” she whispered to Eva.  “Just let it flow down your throat, or take it in your mouth and swallow it.  Always swallow it,” she whispered. 

As if on cue, Daddy put both of his hands in Eva’s hair.  “Daddy’s gonna cum baby, that’s it,” he moaned.  His hips flexed as he thrusted into his daughter’s mouth, the tip of his cock assaulting the back of Eva’s throat as she struggled to hold on. 

With a final moan, Daddy thrust his cock as deep as he could, shooting the first rope of cum directly down her throat.  He pulled back slightly, filling her mouth with his salty flavour.  Eva relaxed her mouth, gently sucking the tip of Daddy’s cock as he finished.  She looked up at him and swallowed when their eyes met.

“Always thank a man for his cum, Eva, and always make sure his cock is cleaned,” Father David instructed.

“Thank you Daddy,” Eva said as she licked her spit off of his shaft.

“You’re welcome, baby,” Daddy said warmly.  He cupped her face, bringing her to a standing position before kissing her tenderly. 

“Now, Melody, please finish what you started,” Father David said.  Melody returned to her father’s cock and began to suck.

“Feel free to watch us,” Father David remarked to Daddy.  “We have certainly watched you enough, and it really is a beautiful thing to witness,” he said. 

Daddy led Eva to the couch, putting his arms around her and kissing her forehead.

“Good girl, Eva, you’ve made Father nice and hard.  Please come and sit on my lap so that I can finish inside you,” he said lovingly.

Father David sat on the other end of the couch, opposite Eva and Daddy.  Melody straddled him, hiking up her dress so that he could enter her.  She faced outward, allowing Father David to cup her breasts as she rode him.

Daddy stroked Eva’s hair while they watched Melody finish with Father David.  “Isn’t it beautiful, baby?” Daddy whispered as Melody bobbed up and down on her father’s cock.

“Yes, Daddy,” Eva replied, nuzzling deeper into his embrace.  She meant it.

Chapter Eleven: Michael

For the rest of the day, Michael’s mind was consumed with how familiar and natural it felt to have his daughter suck his cock.  Her mouth felt so much like her mother’s, it was uncanny.  He longed to be inside her again to see if her pussy felt the same; he had been so nervous and overcome with emotion the first time that he hadn’t paid attention.

He could already see Eva coming out of her shell, even though it had only been a day.  She seemed to be forging a friendship with Melody, and was much more relaxed around him than she had been in years.  Her defensiveness seemed to have dissipated, and while she seemed a bit nervous sucking his cock, her eye contact showed nothing but devotion. 

Cumming in her mouth while she looked up at him was a close to heaven as he thought he would ever get.

The girls took some time that afternoon for their hobbies (part of Father David’s training is ensuring that they are interesting and articulate women).  It was good to see Eva with her sketchbook.  Father David talked Michael through what the next two weeks of training would look like.  Michael’s earlier apprehension was far outweighed by his excitement and belief that this would bring him closer to his daughter.

After dinner, Michael and Eva went on a walk along her mom’s favourite path.  They didn’t speak much; there was so much to be said, that neither knew where to start.  Michael wanted to ask Eva how she was doing, if she was okay, what she needed from him to make this work, but he didn’t want to interrupt the companionable silence that they had found. 

On the way back, she took his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers.  When she whispered, “Thank you, Daddy,” his heart melted. 

When they returned from their walk, they said goodnight to Melody and Father David who were playing cards by the fire.  Michael and Eva went into their bedroom and closed the door.  The two quickly undressed, finding each other under the blankets. 

“I love you, Eva.  Thank you for that walk- it was so special to me,” Michael whispered. 

Eva nuzzled into his arm.  “I felt so close to Mom when we were out there.  I think she would be happy that we’re here,” she whispered back.

Michael squeezed his daughter tighter, trailing his fingers down her bare back.  He felt her shiver.  “I think so too, baby,” he said, and kissed the top of her head. 

Eva tilted her head up to him.  It was dark, but he could see the sparkle of her eyes as he gazed into them. 

“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered.  Her lips met his in a soft, sweet kiss. 

Michael kissed her back, cupping her face in his hands.  She put her hands in his hair, drawing him in closer as her tongue danced along his lips.  He breathed her name as his tongue found hers, and was soon completely lost in their kiss.

Michael’s hands moved down his daughter’s body, tracing her curves to her hip.  She broke their kiss, her breath heavy on his face.  She looked up at him as she took his hand, tracing it back up and deliberately placing it on her breast.  His fingers instinctively teased her nipple, causing her to shiver. 

“I want you, Daddy,” she whispered.

“Are you sure, baby?” he asked.

“Yes, Daddy.  Please, don’t stop.”  Eva punctuated her ask with a kiss so deep that he felt it in his toes.  Now it was his turn to obey.

He continued to kiss her as his hand moved from her breast to between her legs.  He could feel her wetness before he even parted her lips.  “Eva, baby,” he moaned as he slid a finger inside her.  Her body grinded into him as she bit his lip in pleasure.

Eva whimpered as his fingers circled her clit.  He moved his mouth to her nipple, running it against his teeth.  Eva arched her back, breathing heavily.  Michael brought his fingers to his mouth to taste his daughter’s sweetness before driving them back into her.  The small taste wasn’t nearly enough, so he moved his mouth onto her clit while he fingered her.

“Daddy, Daddy yes!” Eva screamed, her moans carrying throughout the cabin.  Michael didn’t relent with fingers or mouth, completely consumed by his daughter’s pleasure.  “Daddy, please can I cum for you?” she asked.

“Yes baby, yes.  Cum for Daddy,” Michael said before sucking her clit into his mouth and flicking it with her tongue.  She cried out as she came, an extra burst of wetness soaking his fingers as her body convulsed.  Michael licked her clit slowly, desperate to taste every drop of his daughter’s sweet cum. 

His cock was throbbing as he kissed his way back up to Eva’s mouth. “Daddy needs to be inside you,” he whispered into her mouth. 

Eva sat up, her generous breasts bouncing as she adjusted herself.  “Sit up, Daddy,” she said, “I want to do it like Melody.” 

Michael sat, leaning against the headboard.  Instead of facing outward as Melody had, Eva straddled him face to face, dipping her tongue into his mouth as she settled onto his cock. 

“You feel so good, baby,” he moaned as she started to grind her hips on him. 

“You feel good too, Daddy,” she breathed.

They looked into each other’s eyes, breathing together as Eva rode his cock.  “You’re so good baby, Daddy’s gonna cum,” he said, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. 

“I want your cum Daddy, please fill me,” Eva asked, riding harder.

Michael wrapped his arms around his daughter, pulling her hard down onto his cock as he filled her pussy with his seed.  They stayed wrapped in each other as Michael’s cock pulsed.  Eva eventually slid off of him, burrowing her way into his arms and wrapping her legs around him.

They fell asleep to the sound of Father David and Melody making love in the next room.

Chapter Twelve: Father David

Two Months Later

The girls had served pancakes for breakfast, with sweet maple syrup.  Father David had just finished his stack, and thanked Eva for clearing the plates on the table. 

She had come so far over the past couple of months.  He was really pleased with her training.  Her domestic skills had improved greatly; she was quite a creative cook, and while she didn’t have Melody’s discipline with cleaning, she was great in the garden. 

Her lessons in intimacy were also progressing nicely.  Father David still provided some instruction from time to time, and he also had daily debriefs with Michael to see how Eva was learning.  Michael was quite pleased with her progress, and Father David could see a seamless obedience from her that did not exist at the beginning of summer.

This obedience was currently on display; as Eva carried the dirty dishes over to the sink that Melody was filling, Michael backed his chair away from the table and undid the buckle of his belt.  Eva sat the dishes down on the counter for Melody, and then wordlessly crossed the room to kneel in front of her father.  She took his cock out of his pants and began sucking. 

The gagging noises as she forced her father’s cock down her throat had Father David feeling proud of all that they had accomplished. 

Melody continued washing the dishes, as if nothing else were going on.  Father David watched her focused work, attentive to the way her hips swung as she scrubbed a particularly difficult plate.  He felt his cock twitch at the sound of Eva sucking Michael’s cock, and realized that he needed to relive some tension of his own.

Father David got up from his chair, moving behind Melody as she continued cleaning.  “Do you need something, Father?” she asked politely, turning to face him.

“No, sweetie, it’s okay- keep washing the dishes,” he said gently, kissing her deeply before turning her back around.  “I can help myself.”

Melody put her hands back in the dishwater as Father David pulled her dress up.  He pressed his hand on her back slightly to bend her, and slipped his hard cock into her awaiting pussy.  She gasped slightly as he entered her, but it was swallowed by a moan from Michael.

Father David let Eva’s gagging sounds set his pace with Melody, thrusting his cock into his daughter each time he heard the girl gag.  Michael gently encouraged her, his voice becoming more and more urgent as she sucked.  Father David picked up his pace with Melody, who was having difficulty not sloshing the dishwater as he used her.

Michael’s orgasm spurred his own, both fathers emptying themselves into their daughters at the same time.  Father David pulled out of Melody, smoothing her dress back down around her backside.  She turned, getting down on her knees to clean his cock off. 

When she stood back up, her “thank you, Father,” was echoed as Eva thanked her Daddy at the same time. 

“Jinx!” both girls said together, and both daughters and fathers laughed.

Epilogue: Eva

The start of a new school year was never particularly remarkable for Eva- but that was before.  Eva considered herself a fundamentally different person now than she was at the beginning of the summer. 

She was in week two of her second year at the art program, and had dusted off the painting that she had left at the end of the last school year.  She found herself pleased with the way that the trees and shapes and cliffs accurately represented the landscape on which it was based.  After this summer, she was much more familiar with it.

She had worked for two weeks solid, intent on finishing the project.  When she had finally finished, she stepped back to assess her work.

Melody came up behind her as she was lost in thought.  Eva and Melody decided to keep their friendship secret at school, and remain acquaintances- until next summer, when they would pick up where they had left off.

 “It looks good,” Melody said quietly.  “It looks finished.” 

Eva looked at the black and grey landscape, and the three shadows- man, woman, and daughter.  Her gaze landed on the one spot of colour, a bright yellow flower in the mother’s hand, giving it to the daughter.

“It is,” Eva said, as she gathered her things.  Daddy was picking her up in five minutes, and it was rude to make him wait.

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Honour Thy Father: Chapter 8-9

Chapter Eight: Melody

No one had ever watched her suck Father’s cock before.  Melody knew, of course, that Michael and Eva were coming to learn from them, but she hadn’t considered that they would be watching her most intimate moments with Father.  She had to admit that it felt a little strange, and she almost hesitated when Father undid his belt.  She fought that instinct though, just as he had taught her, and did her duty.  She disliked being reprimanded for failing to apply a lesson.

She could vaguely hear the men talking while she sucked.  She had sucked Father’s cock all last summer, so she knew exactly what he liked.  The spit and the mess used to bother her, but not anymore- Father said that it pleases men even more, so she always let her dress and breasts get soaked.

She could feel Father’s fingers in her hair, and he was setting an aggressive pace.  She tried to open her throat and relax her jaw, focusing on just being a vessel for Father’s pleasure.  That is one of the main functions of a woman, after all.  Melody was good at this particular skill, and before long she felt his balls twitch in her hand.

“Are you ready, baby?” Father asked.  Melody knew that he was about to cum. 

“Yesth, Athhhher,” she said with her mouth full.  Hot, salty cum shot down her throat, and then all over her face has he pulled out and painted her.  Melody closed her eyes to keep the cum out of her eyes, but could feel Michael’s gaze on her the entire time. 

“Such a good girl, isn’t she Michael?” she heard Father say. 

“Y…yes, that was…amazing,” he stammered.  Poor thing, he is as shocked as Melody was the first time.  God only knows how Eva is going to feel.

“Why don’t you go get cleaned up, and then go find Eva,” Father said, more of an order than an ask.  “I think the two of you should have a talk.” 

Melody already knew that she was being tasked with explaining the program to Eva.  It was a huge responsibility, and she didn’t feel ready for it.  Father had reassured her that she was ready, and that it would prepare her for having difficult conversations with her future children.  “Children need boundaries,” he had said.  As always, she listened.

She cleaned Father’s cock off and stood as he nonchalantly tucked it back into his pants.  She squared her shoulders, remembering that Father has always said to be proud of the mess that a man makes on and in your body.  She smiled at Michael as she headed inside to wash Father’s seed off of her face.

She found Eva sitting on a rock just off the trail, her sketchpad laying untouched beside her.  She didn’t realize until she sat down beside her that she was crying.  Eva hurriedly wiped away her tears, but it was obvious that Melody had seen. 

“It’s okay, honestly.  I come here to cry sometimes, too,” Melody said reassuringly.  Upon looking around, she realized that it was true- she had come to almost this exact spot last summer, the first time Father had touched her.  An awful lot had changed since then, but she remembered the hurt and shame and confusion that she felt.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that Daddy would send someone after me.  It’s just that being here, on this trail- it reminds me so much of my Mom.  I miss her so much,” Eva said, doing her best to swallow her tears.

“I am so sorry, she must’ve been pretty wonderful for you to miss her so much,” Melody said, putting an arm around Eva.  “I never knew my Mom,” Melody offered, “she left right after I was born.  It has just been me and Father since I can remember.”

Eva relaxed in Melody’s embrace.  “Ah, that sucks.  That’s so hard, in a different way,” Eva said.  Melody could feel the girls bonding in their shared lack of feminine influence, and let the moment hang for as long as she could.

“Listen, your Dad didn’t send me out here,” Melody began.  “I came because I wanted to talk to you- about this place, this summer.  It is a little bit…unconventional, and I thought that it might be better for you to hear it from me than from…them.”

Eva sat up straight, angling her body toward Melody.  She had stopped crying, and was now focused on her new acquaintance with new interest.  “What do you mean?”

“Well, I know that we don’t know each other at all, other than through the arts program, but we are about to learn things about each other that we can never unlearn.  I want you to know that I am here for you, and that although this will all seem really scary, it isn’t nearly as bad as you think.”

“Okay, Melody- just spit it out- you’re scaring me,” Eva said. 

Melody took a deep breath, and then told her everything.  She told her about the domestic training- the cooking and cleaning, and general homemaking chores.  She told her about the importance of obedience, and of service to men.  She shared that when she hit puberty she had a rebellious streak, and that Father implemented this program to help get her back on track.  She highlighted her accomplishments and talked about her boyfriend.  Finally, she talked about the ways that Father had taught her about her body, and about giving and receiving pleasure with men.

“So I have a pretty normal life, except for the summers.  My time here has really helped me learn and grow, and it made my relationship with Father so much better than it was.  I truly am a better person, and a much more desirable wife for being here,” she finished.

Eva said nothing; she just picked up her sketchbook and ran.

Chapter Nine: Father David

They could hear Eva before they could see her.

“Daddy!” she yelled, running up the hill toward the porch.  Father David and Michael had been talking about the finer details of the program, and how they would initiate Eva.  This was, of course, assuming that her conversation with Melody went well, which it apparently did not.

“Daddy you can’t be serious with this.  Tell me it’s all a joke- tell me,” she demanded when she finally reached the porch. 

Michael didn’t seem to be able to find the words to answer, so Father David stepped in.  “I know it’s a lot to process, Eva, but you will find by the end of the summer that you are much happier, and closer with your father,” he said gently.

“Closer with my father?! Really?! That seems to be an understatement based on what you have planned.  I am going home now.  Daddy, take me home.  I am going to pack my things and move in with someone else- someone normal,” Eva screamed.

Father David could see torment on Michael’s face and felt quite taken aback by the girl’s abrasiveness.  It had been a while since he had experienced an insolent teenager.

“Your father is doing what he feels is best for you.  Before you make any decisions, Eva, you may wish to know that your mother participated in the same program when she was about your age.”

This, as Father David knew it would, stopped Eva in her tracks.  “You’re lying,” she said automatically.  “Daddy, tell him he’s lying.”

Michael finally looked his daughter in the eyes.  “He’s not lying, baby, it’s true.  Your Mom came here after her Dad left, and learned the lessons of the church.  I went to Father David for advice last week after I spanked you, because I felt so horrible.  He told me about the cabin, and the opportunity to get us back on track.  I’m sorry, baby, I know it’s a lot- I just didn’t know what else to do.  I thought that if your Mom did it, it would be worth a try for us.”  Michael stared at his daughter, clearly unable to anticipate her next move.

Melody had finally caught up, and stood silently with Eva.  Eva looked from Michael to Father David to Melody, eyes darting around like a caged animal.  “So, all of you…all of you are just, okay with this?” she asked, bewildered.

“I know what it sounds like- believe me, I know Eva,” Melody said.  “I would never tell anyone at school about this part of my life.  Service is important, both as a woman of the church and a future wife.  I am grateful for the opportunity to learn these things from someone who I trust, so that I am ready for them when it’s time.  When I am good, Father rewards me in kind.  When I falter, he corrects my behaviour.  It’s a safe environment, Eva, I promise.”

“Can we please just try it baby?” Michael pleaded.  “I miss you, and I want to have what Father David and Melody have- a trusting, respectful relationship.  If you can demonstrate to me that I can trust you, we can talk more about your curfew.  I want to be close to you again, Eva.  I want us to laugh and have fun like we used to.  I really think that this will help- and clearly your Mom did too.”

Father David knew that he made the right decision with Michael.  His heart was definitely in the right place.  Eva must have felt it too, because her posture deflated, and a defeated “okay” escaped her lips.

“Good girl,” Father David chimed in.  ‘You are making the right decision, Eva.  Now let’s all get into the living room, and we can get things started.”

Fathers and daughters cautiously made their way to the living room, each lost in their own thoughts and perceptions of what was to happen next.  Only Father David had any idea.

Melody and Father David sat on one couch while Michael and Eva settled on the other.  Father and daughter were an arm’s length apart, both wrapped up in their own nerves.  “We need to start by setting some ground rules, and some agreements,” Father David narrated, looking at both Michael and Eva.  “Both of you, please come stand before me.”

Father David stood, and Michael and Eva cautiously made their way over to them.  Melody remained seated on the couch, as a witness.  “The relationship between father and daughter is profound,” Father David began.  “There is give and take, and each ultimately learns from the other.  Our daughters shape who we are as men, and it is our duty to shape who they become as women.” 

Eva shuffled nervously, and Michael touched her shoulder to reassure her.  “By agreeing to this program, you are both making promises to yourselves and each other,” Father David continued.  “Michael, you are promising to honour Eva.  You will teach her to the best of your ability, and help her to develop skills and attitudes that will improve her life.  You will always act with her best interest at heart, and believe the best in her.  You will follow the direction of the church in all of these matters.  Is this something that you agree to?”

Michael looked at his daughter, his gaze a mixture of love and apology.  “I agree,” he said unwaveringly.  “I love you, Eva, and I want what’s best for you- I always have.  I will do anything it takes to make you happy.”  He took Eva’s hands in his, and she let him.

“Now Eva,” Father David said, turning to the young girl.  “You are promising to honour your father.  To accept his teachings with an open mind, and to give yourself to him- body and mind.  You will obey and respect your father, and will trust that his actions reflect your needs and best interests.  You will dedicate yourself to his teachings, and as a result will have faith that your relationship and your life will be harmonious.  You will follow the direction of the church in all of these matters.  Do you agree?”

Eva squeezed Michael’s hands, her teary eyes matching his.  “Is this really what you want Daddy? Do you think that this is best?”

“Yes, Eva, I do.”

“Well then, I do.  I agree.  Let’s do this, for Mom,” she said with half of a smile.  Father and daughter embraced, setting their course for the summer. 

 “Now, you have a lot to learn about keeping a house and cooking meals,” Father David began, “but I know that what you are both most nervous about is the intimacy.  We will start there, to seal your promises to each other.  Eva, please undress.”

Eva’s cheeks blushed crimson, and she buried her face in her hands.  “I…I can’t do this,” she said, the tears in her eyes threatening to spill over.

“Yes you can, Eva,” Father David encouraged, “just think about what your Mom would want, and what your Daddy wants.  They just want you to be loved.  Help your Daddy help you.  Please undress.”

“It’s okay, Eva,” Melody encouraged.  For his part, Michael remained standing beside her, but was unable to look at her. 

Eva gave her father one last pleading glance before her shaking hands pulled her tank top over her head, revealing a black lace bra.

“Michael, please watch,” Father David prompted.  Michael forced his attention to his daughter as she slowly removed her bra.

Her breasts bounced heavily, nipples hardening at their exposure.  Eva’s motions were painstakingly slow, as if she were hoping that someone would stop her at each turn.  Michael’s face reddened as his daughter removed her shorts, but he did not look away.

“That’s it, good girl.  Now your panties, please Eva,” Father David instructed. 

Eva spared one humiliated glance to Melody, who offered an encouraging smile. “The first time is always the hardest- it will get easier, I promise,” Melody promised.

Eva removed her blue cotton panties and stood in front of them all stark naked.  She tried to cover her breasts and between her legs, but was unsuccessful.   

“Now, Michael, please kiss your daughter,” Father David said.  When Michael stood to face his daughter, Father David saw him mouth ‘you’re beautiful’ to her.  He thought that he also saw her expression soften.

Father David and Melody watched as Michael took Eva’s face in his hands, bending slightly so that he could plant a kiss on her lips.  Eva didn’t move a muscle, her posture remaining stiff and visibly uncomfortable as her father kissed her.

When they broke apart, Father David continued.  “Very good, now Eva, kiss your father.”

Eva squared her shoulders and looked up at her father.  She leaned in, and he bent to accommodate her hesitant lips.  Michael put his arms around his daughter, and this time the kiss was reciprocated.  Their kiss deepened, and Father David saw both Michael and Eva visibly relax. 

“Tongue,” Father David said quietly.

The two obeyed; Michael’s hands found Eva’s dark hair, his fingers tangling as he pulled his daughter in closer.  Eva melted into her father, letting a moan escape her lips as their tongues danced together.

“Very good,” Father David coached.  “Now, Michael, please touch your daughter.  Show her the pleasure that a man can gift a good girl.”

Michael broke their kiss, looking into his daughter’s eyes for permission.  “I’ll make it feel good, baby, I promise,” he whispered.  She stood up straight, a silent consent for him to touch her.  Michael’s hands grazed his daughter’s breasts, gently teasing her nipples as he kneaded the soft skin.  Michael kissed her neck, his mouth slowly progressing down to absorb a nipple.  Eva moaned as her father sucked one nipple while his hand teased the other. 

“See Eva? It feels good to give yourself to your father, doesn’t it?” Father David prompted.

“Yes, Father,” she breathed. 

“Lower, Michael,” Father David continued.

Michael’s hand dropped his daughter’s breast, slowly trailing down her stomach, and over the curve of her hip.  He released her nipple from his mouth, bringing his mouth back to hers for a kiss.  “Are you okay?” he whispered, and she nodded. 

“Spread your legs for your father, Eva,” Father David instructed.

Eva obeyed, her shallow breathing betraying her nerves.  Michael’s hand brushed the inside of her thigh, then delicately cupped her mound.  Unlike Melody’s, Father David noted that Eva’s pubic hair had been shaved entirely off.  It served as a good reminder that she was not a virgin.

“Your father is going to give you an orgasm now, Eva,” Father David said.  “We know that you are versed in the mechanics of intimacy, and that you are not a virgin.  I want you to forget those experiences.  Intimacy with the man who made you is an entirely different event, and you will soon find that the orgasms given to you from the love of your father far exceed any clumsy experience you have had to date.  I want you to show yourself to your father, and ask him for what you want.”

Eva took a deep breath, and then leaned in for a reassuring kiss from her father.  She reached down, gently spreading her lips for him.  Michael’s fingers explored her folds, eliciting a sigh from his daughter.

“Ask him, Eva.  Tell him that you want it,” Father David reminded her.

“Daddy, please make me cum,” Eva whispered. 

“Good girl,” Father David said.  “Michael, please lay her on the couch where she will be more comfortable.  Melody can come sit on my lap.”

Melody obeyed, shuffling over to sit on Father David’s lap, but never taking her eyes off of Michael and Eva.  Father David realized that for all of his daughter’s experience, she had never seen intimacy play out in another context.  He squeezed her ass as she sat down, earning a smile and giggle from her.

“That’s it, now spread your legs again Eva, let your father show you what real pleasure feels like,” Father David said.  He reached inside Melody’s dress to cup her breast as he watched Michael kneel between Eva’s legs.  Father David pinched Melody’s nipple as Michael licked his daughter’s clit.  Both girls moaned together.

Eva’s moans grew more urgent as her father slid his fingers inside her.  His tongue danced over her clit, sucking and flicking her into a frenzy.  Eva was writhing on the couch under him, her breasts heaving as her back arched.

“Daddy, Daddy please don’t stop.  It feels so good Daddy,” Eva moaned.

“I won’t stop baby, I want you to cum.  Cum for me baby, cum for Daddy,” Michael encouraged as he fingered her harder.

When his lips met her clit again, Eva erupted.  Her screams echoed throughout the cabin when she came.  Father David squeezed Melody’s breast harder, the lust in the room causing her to grind on his knee.  Both Michael and Eva were breathing hard- and both were smiling ear to ear.

“Daddy, that was incredible,” Eva breathed.  “I…I had no idea that it could be like that,” she marveled.  She was no longer self-conscious of her nakedness, but instead seemed to bask in her post-orgasmic bliss.  Father David knew that this was the time to continue.

“See Eva? That is the power of a father’s love,” Father David explained.  “Now, are you on birth control?” he asked.

“Yes, Father,” Eva replied. 

“Good girl.  That means that you can serve your father in the purest of ways, by taking his seed into your womb.  It will serve as good practice for the day that you become a mother, and carrying your father’s seed is a high demonstration of your devotion to him.  Eva, would you like to receive your father’s seed?”

“Yes Father,” Eva replied lustfully.  She was clearly still riding the high of her orgasm, and desperate for more stimulation.

“Michael, please take your daughter now.”  With that, Father David resumed his groping of Melody, the two of them watching Michael and Eva cross an uncrossable line.

“Thank you for this, baby.  It means everything to me,” Michael said to Eva as he undressed.  She replied with a moan as her father entered her for the first time.

“You must always thank a man for entering you, Eva.  Manners are important,” Father David said.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Eva breathed obediently.

“You’re welcome, baby,” Michael said as he started to thrust.

Father David and Melody watched on as Michael and Eva made love for the first time.  It was slow, tentative, and humble before it turned passionate and frantic.  Michael’s thrusts were evenly paced, the two of them getting lost in each other as he neared orgasm. 

“Daddy’s going to cum, baby,” he said at last, the sound of his hips slamming into her body almost masking his words. 

“Yes, Daddy, please,” Eva encouraged.

Michael’s hips bucked, and he filled his daughter.  Melody actually clapped, surprising herself at how lost in the moment she was.  “Sorry, everyone, it was just so beautiful,” she said through a blush.  Father David tweaked her nipples in admiration of such devotion. 

“She’s right, it was beautiful,” Father David agreed.  “Well done to both of you, I am so proud to have been a part of that.  You both have so much to learn, but watching you make love tells me that you both have what it takes to forge a new path.  Congratulations,” he said warmly. 

Melody clapped again, and both Michael and Eva smiled.  There was no turning back now.

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Honour Thy Father: Chapter 6-7

Chapter Six: Eva

Daddy was eerily quiet all weekend.  She was grounded, naturally, so she spent the weekend at home working on some art pieces.  Eva found herself walking on eggshells around Daddy, half expecting him to put her over his knee at any moment.  The moment never came, and by Sunday night he seemed to have warmed.  “Will you have dinner with me tonight baby?” he asked.  As if Eva had a choice.

Daddy sat at the head of the table, and Eva took her place to his right.  They ate in strained silence, until he finally put his fork down.  “Listen, Eva, I don’t want to fight with you anymore.  Can’t we just get along with each other?”

Eva scoffed.  “Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you spanked your 18-year-old daughter.”

Daddy paused, trying and failing to mask his exasperation.  “Look, I am sorry about the spankings, but I am just at my wit’s end.  I want to get along- to be like we used to.  I just don’t know how to get there…without mom.”

Eva’s initial prickliness softened at the vulnerability she saw in his eyes.  Sometimes it was easy to forget that he was hurting just as much as she was.  Eva took a deep breath, dropping her shoulders and looking across the table.  “I don’t like fighting either, but you keep trying to control me.  You can’t expect me to obey your every whim, Daddy.  I’m eighteen- I’m an adult.”

Daddy smiled, but his eyes remained sad.  “I know it feels like that, Eva, and you’re right- you are close to being all grown up- but you aren’t there yet.  You may legally be an adult, but you still have so much to learn.  I put curfews and rules in place to keep you safe- to make sure that you have the life that your mother wanted for you- the life that I want for you.  I know it seems unfair sometimes, but please know that I love you.  I would do absolutely anything to keep you safe.”

Eva felt a well of emotion threaten her eyes.  She blinked quickly, trying to regain control.  She was not ready to admit defeat, but maybe she could cut him a break.  “Look Daddy, I know the past few…years…have been, well…they’ve pretty much sucked.  I know you’re doing your best- I can see it.  I just still miss Mom, and I don’t know how I feel or what to do.” 

Daddy touched her hand on the table.  “I know you miss Mom, so do I.  We are on the same side here, baby.  I just want to know you again- I barely recognize you.  I miss my girl.”

Eva paused, considering.  “Maybe we could do something together this summer- like go to the beach, or to that place that Mom used to take us hiking- the one in my painting.”  Her painting that remained unfinished in the living room. 

Daddy’s smile turned from lukewarm to scorching.  “Really? You would want to do that with me? I’s funny you should say that, because I just had an offer to stay at a cabin near there- where we used to go hiking.  Would you like to do that?”

Eva balked at his enthusiasm, sensing some sort of trap.  What kind of cabin? How did he just happen upon an invitation? From who?  All of these questions ran through her mind, but as they did so Daddy’s smile monopolized her attention.  It reminded her of the old days, before they lost her Mom.  Daddy used to be so full of life, and so enthusiastic to spend time with her.  She felt all of her questions melt away as she heard herself saying, “Yes, Daddy- let’s do it.  Let’s go to the cabin, to Mom’s favourite trail.  I want to reconnect with you too- I’ve missed you Daddy,” she said.

No one was more surprised than her to realize that she meant it.

Chapter Seven: Michael

Michael could not believe that Eva had agreed to the cabin trip.  He kept looking at her out of the side of his eyes the entire way to the remote location, just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.  Alas, she was there, dressed in denim shorts and a red tank top, her gorgeous dark hair spilling over her shoulders. 

To say that he was nervous was a gross understatement.  While Eva may not know exactly what they were getting into, Michael definitely did.  He fought his freezing cold feet with the wise and reassuring words of Father David, trying to place his faith in the church, and in his wife.  If she saw value in this approach, he could too.  He owed her, and their daughter, that much.

Eva hadn’t exactly been thrilled that the cabin would be shared by Father David, but when she found out his daughter was coming she gave her begrudging consent.  She didn’t seem excited about spending a summer with Melody (and made more than a few snide comments about her being the golden child) but the prospect of at least having another teenager around seemed to be enough to keep the plan on track.  Thank God for small miracles.

The drive to the cabin was familiar, given its proximity to their favourite hiking trail.  It suddenly made so much more sense that his wife loved this landscape so much- it was where she had spent many of her summers growing up.  When they pulled into the cabin, it was obvious that it was the only place around for miles. 

Father David and Melody were both on the front porch waiting for them.  Michael found himself relieved that they were both…decent.  He didn’t know what to expect but was fairly terrified about what would happen next.  He and Eva got out of the car, and Melody quickly helped them to carry their bags into the cabin.  “We are so excited to have you here!” she gushed.  “There is only one spare bedroom, so I will put your things in there.  The bed is…big…so uh, it should be fine,” she said, tripping over her words.  Michael wondered how much the girl had been told about their stay.  He wondered a lot of things at that exact moment.

“I’m sure we will work it out,” Father David said from behind them.  Eva unpacked her paint supplies, declining Melody’s offer of help. The foursome headed back to the porch where Melody served lemonade.  Eva hadn’t said a word since they arrived, but she didn’t look like a flight risk either.  In her way, she was taking it all in.  Michael was reassured by her silence- it was far more desirable than an outburst.

Father David told the story of the family cabin, edited for Eva’s sake.  She listened politely, fidgeting with her chipped black nail polish.  “My Mom used to bring us hiking around here,” she offered- the rarest of olive branches.  Perhaps this wasn’t a terrible idea after all.

“Daddy, would you mind if I went for a walk on the trail? I think I want to do some sketching,” she asked politely.  Michael looked at her, somehow trying to assess her motives.  She had been good so far, so he figured that a little bit of grace was appropriate- particularly given what was bound to come later.

“Of course, baby, go ahead.  Do you need Melody to come with you, or do you know the way?” 

“I think I know the way- I have my cell, and I will set a timer to be back in an hour.  Is that okay?”

Michael wasn’t sure if it was the fresh air, or the summer break, or some holy force- but whatever had his daughter acting so kindly was more than welcome to stay.  “Sounds good baby, have fun.”  He watched his daughter head down the trail until she was out of sight. 

“You’re making the right decision, Michael,” Father David said.  He stood beside Michael, looking out at the landscape.  “You can see she’s already more relaxed.  A summer here, and she will be right as rain- you’ll see.  Daughters just sometimes need structure, and a bit of training- isn’t that right Melody?”

“Yes Father, you have always known what’s best for me.  You are such a wonderful teacher,” she said.  Her voice was, well, melodious.  Michael looked for a chink in her armor but was met with nothing but sincerity and warmth.

“And you are a wonderful student, and daughter,” Father David said.  It took Michael a moment to realize that he was unbuckling his belt.  He quickly averted his eyes but realized he didn’t know where to look.  As Father David unzipped his pants, his daughter quietly dropped to her knees, angling herself between the two men to suck her father’s cock.

Michael stepped back, stammering an excuse to leave and unpack their things.  “Nonsense, Michael- you are going to have to get used to this.  It’s okay, and she’s okay.  I have trained her to drop to her knees when I unzip my pants.  Melody knows that part of her duty to the church, and as a woman, is to service me when I need it.  She is happy to do it, aren’t you sweetie?”

Melody removed her father’s cock from her mouth long enough to say “Yes, Father,” before continuing to suck.

“It really does become natural, Michael, you’ll see,” Father David promised.  Michael was transfixed as he watched Melody work.  She was able to take Father David’s full length into her throat, and didn’t let the gagging get in the way of her pace.  She licked around his shaft, taking great care to suck the tip of his cock until she made popping sounds.  Father David let her set the pace and seemed quite content to continue their conversation.

“You will get here with Eva eventually,” he assured Michael.  “Not right away, of course- they’re always so nervous and timid to start.  Melody couldn’t even swallow half of me the first time she tried.  She worked at it, though, and now she is incredible.  She is going to make her future husband very happy, aren’t you sweetie?”

He pulled Melody back by her hair, causing her to cough and sputter as she choked on her spit.  “Yes Father,” she agreed, before her father put her back on his cock.  This time he held her hair, commanding a faster pace as she gagged on him.  Spit was pooling down her chin, beginning to soak the top of her dress.  She didn’t seem to mind at all.

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The First Time I Asked for Pain

A masochist is defined as someone who derives sexual gratification from pain.  I do not identify as a masochist- when I experience pain, particularly in a sexual context, I do not derive pleasure from it.  I feel the sting of a leather belt or the sharp bite of a nipple clamp for exactly what it is- a fucking ouch.  Why, then, would I ever request such a thing from a sexual partner? How could I ever begin to crave it? 

As you know, my exploration of BDSM is a key strategy for me to cope with stress- the mindfulness exercise that submission grants me has no equivalent in the vanilla world.  The requirement to react and absorb instead of strategize and drive forces me to fight my natural instincts, sinking me into a state of awareness of my body and mind that I don’t often experience otherwise. This started, of course, with orgasm control Mr. Grey taught me to surrender control to him and gave me permission to exist and experience pleasure in my body in a different way.  It wasn’t until later in my practice that I learned that pain, too, could present an opportunity to focus my mind.

My first exposure to pain in BDSM was as a corrective measure.  As I was learning orgasm control from Mr. Grey, he largely used impact play when I failed a particular task.  If I came without permission or made a noise when I was supposed to cum silently, my ass would pay the price- and he did not hit me for pleasure.  The sharp sting of his hand or his belt was a powerful motivator for me to refocus on his instruction.  I submitted to his punishment dutifully, but not eagerly- I would much rather have experienced pleasure at his hands than pain.

This changed for me one fateful evening.  I was under an immense amount of pressure at work and hadn’t seen Mr. Grey in a couple of weeks- to say that my edges were frayed would be an understatement.  I desperately needed a couple of hours of submission- an escape and release from my crowded and exhausted mind. 

Mr. Grey texted me an hour or so before he was planning to arrive and instructed me to begin edging myself. I obeyed, leaving the door unlocked as I headed to my bed. I started to play, channeling my work pressure and frustration into my clit through my fingertips.

I got so worked up that when I heard the door slam as he arrived, I almost came in anticipation. He took his time coming up the stairs, which was further torture for my desperate-to-cum self. He undressed slowly, maintaining intense eye contact as he stepped out of his clothes.  I was not to speak until spoken to, so I continued to pleasure myself as he watched. He sat beside me on the bed, passively playing with my nipples.  “I know you need some release, baby, and if you are a good girl you will have it,” he said.

“Yes Sir, I will be a good girl for you,” I promised desperately.

He put his index finger into my mouth, feeling around my tongue before I started to suck.  I craved his touch between my legs.  “Please, Sir, I want you,” I whispered, bringing my soaking wet fingers up to his mouth.  He licked them and moaned.

He took his finger out of my mouth and circled my nipple, making it wet.  He then blew on it, sending a shiver throughout my body. “You can’t cum until I say,” he reminded me.

“Yes Sir, I’ll be a good girl for you,” I repeated.

 His touch was impossibly gentle at first; his fingers barely brushed my slippery clit before they danced away from it, gently massaging my lips.  They eventually returned, pressing down on the sides of it, threatening to stroke but instead remaining perfectly still- it was as if he could feel the throbbing in his fingers and knew that I was hovering over the edge.  “Hold onto it, baby, I’m going to rub you now,” he warned.  I took a deep breath and gritted my teeth, trying to focus on anything but my building orgasm.

He dipped his finger inside me, bringing my arousal to the forefront of my mind.  There is something about feeling how wet I am that just makes me even wetter.  He started to stroke my rock hard clit, and I squirmed underneath him to relieve the building pressure. 

“Don’t move,” he commanded in his quiet way.  I swallowed hard, knowing that he had just made my task of not cumming infinitely more difficult.  I imagined restraints on my wrists and ankles- invisible shackles holding me in place.  I sank into the mattress, relaxing my body and trying to filter the building tension away from my clit out into my fingertips. 

He pressed harder, incrementally picking up the pace to a steady rhythm.  With each escalation I breathed deeper, determined to follow his instruction- determined to make him proud. 

“That’s it, good girl, hold on,” he encouraged. 

I clung to his words, letting his praise fill me and fuel me.  He pressed harder, and I realized that I was much closer to the edge than I had thought.  “Please Sir, I can’t hold it much longer,” I breathed.  I focused every ounce of energy on not moving my body, but my inability to flex around his touch had me sprinting toward the finish line.  “Please Sir!” I cried out.

“You’re almost there, just a little bit longer,” he promised.  I looked up into his eyes, my gaze no doubt feral.  He lightened his touch, just a little, and held my gaze.  “That’s it, don’t move- you’re doing so well,” he purred. 

Time stopped; we remained still, eyes locked, his fingers skillfully stroking me while my body remained immobile.  “Are you ready baby?” he asked quietly.

“Yes, Sir, please!” I exclaimed, my words somewhat garbled.

“Don’t move,” he reminded me.  I took a deep breath, steadying myself before he said “cum.”

It’s a short command, but I obeyed long before he finished the word.

A ripple of electricity exploded through me, but to my credit I didn’t move a muscle.  I absorbed the pleasure into my body, my limbs rigid and tense but unmoving.  I screamed in an effort to relieve the tension, willing his fingers to stop electrocuting me with every flick.  His touch eventually slowed, his strokes becoming softer as he let me come down.

I was breathing heavily, and grinning ear to ear- that was the first time that I had cum without moving successfully.  “Such a good girl,” he said, kissing me deeply.  I was proud of myself, and was revelling in his praise as well.

“Thank you Sir,” I replied, still breathless at the exertion and focus that it took me to achieve my (his) goal.

“I think you’ve earned a reward,” he said slyly.  I smiled- I much preferred rewards to punishment. 

“Yes please,” I said with a grin.

He kissed me again, dancing his tongue along my lips. He kissed down my neck, nibbling at my earlobes.  His kisses were completely decadent, and I moaned more than once.  He spent quite a bit of time on my nipples, teasing them to attention with his tongue, nibbling and sucking on them.  When he started to kiss down my stomach, I grew nervous- my orgasm had been intense, and I wasn’t sure that I was ready for another- as if I had a choice.

He settled himself between my legs, parting my lips just to blow on my clit- it felt like he was holding a flame to me.  My shiver turned into a moan as his tongue licked my slit.  “Enjoy this, baby- you’ve earned it.  Cum whenever you need to,” he said before taking my clit between his teeth.

His tongue was precise; he licked and sucked and flicked me until I was squirming and moaning underneath him.  He secured my legs open with his arms, preventing me from lessening his impact. 

After I came, he paused just long enough to say “again,” before diving back between my legs. I had four orgasms before he finally relented. 

I was floating on a cloud somewhere above us when he finally entered me; his cock slid in effortlessly, inch by inch until he completely filled me.  He moved slowly at first, coating himself in my wetness and letting me flutter back to earth.  He fucked me with long, slow strokes.  I could feel every inch of him enter and pull back, and the feeling was nothing short of delicious- until he flipped me over.

The edging and forced orgasms had left me completely drained and at his mercy, so he flipped me onto my hands and knees with ease.  I screamed when he buried his cock roughly inside me.  His slow, deliberate pace was now unhinged.  He grabbed my hips tightly, bringing my ass back to meet his every thrust.  The intensity and depth of his cock was overwhelming; all I could do to hold on was scream. 

I came without even knowing it, my release just fueling his desire.  His cock invaded the deepest parts of me, demanding more and more each time.  He grabbed a handful of my hair before he emptied himself into me, each thrust owning me more and more as he came.

We both collapsed in a satisfied heap.  I nestled my way into his embrace, letting each of us come back to each other on our own time. 

“I really am proud of you,” he said.  “You have come so far- I knew you could do it, but it was really awesome to see,” he said.  “Next, we will work on cumming silently.”  I gulped at the thought.

We talked for a while longer, debriefing the scene and checking in with each other.  We settled into a comfortable silence, his hands idly stroking my back as mine rested on his chest.

“What is it?” he asked.  I looked at him, puzzled. 

“What do you mean?”

“You still seem tense,” he said.  I thought about the session that we had just had, and the overall exhaustion that I still felt in my limbs. 

Was it exhaustion, or was it tension?

“I don’t know,” I said, genuinely confused.  The more I tuned back into my body, the more I felt an indescribable hum just under my skin.  “I feel kind of antsy,” I conceded, “but I have no idea why- or how, after so many orgasms.”

He stroked my breast, pinching my nipple in quiet contemplation.  I gasped, the sudden pain gone by the time the air filled my lungs.  He sat up slightly, pinching me again.  This time he held on for a few seconds, enough to make me bite my lip. 

“Ouch!” I exclaimed. 

“How did that feel?” he asked, somewhat redundantly in my opinion.

“It hurt,” I said obviously.

“I am going to do it again- tell me how it feels,” he instructed.  I was not in on his plan, but knew better than to question him.  He pinched me again, rolling my nipple painfully between his finger and thumb.  I winced, and he reiterated- “Feel it,” he said.

I tried to follow his instruction; I focused my mind on the pain.  He twisted my nipple, and I felt tears behind my eyes.  I looked up at him, focusing on his face instead of the pain.  When he released my nipple, I released my tension.

“How did that feel?” he asked. 

“It hurt,” I said cheekily.  He raised an eyebrow, equal parts threat and challenge.  I thought harder.  “It felt…intense,” I began. 

“What did you feel when I let go?”

“Relief,” I replied.  He smirked.

“Well then it looks like we aren’t done,” he said vaguely.  He rifled through his bag of tricks while I laid beside him wholly confused.

“I want to try something with you,” he explained.  “I think I can get rid of the itch, but you have to trust me.  Do you remember your safe words?” he asked, holding clothespins in his hands.

I stared at his new implements for a beat before I responded. “Yes Sir,” I said, and recited the safe words.

“Good girl.  Lay back, please.  I am going to hurt you,” he said as casually as a weather report.

My mind began to race, but my body had been conditioned to obey him.  I laid back, placing my hands at my sides and taking a deep, centring breath.

“I think I will need to restrain your hands,” he mused, more to himself than to me.  He bound them quickly with rope and suspended them over my head.  I was immediately more vulnerable, and more curious.

“Up to this point we have used pain as punishment,” he explained as he teased my nipples with his fingers.  “Pain has many uses, including release,” he said, pinching my nipple again as punctuation.  “Some subs get immense pleasure from pain, though I haven’t noticed that in you yet.  I don’t get the sense that you enjoy your punishments,” he said with a smirk.

“I don’t,” I said emphatically.  I gasped again as he twisted my nipple.

“Nevertheless,” he said, moving to my other nipple, “pain can still be a useful experience.  I am going to hurt you now, and I want you to pay attention to how your body and mind respond, can you do that?”

“Yes Sir,” I said doubtfully.  I trusted him immensely, but I was not excited at the promise of pain.

“Good girl,” he said gently. 

I screamed in pain as the first clothespin was clamped directly on my nipple.  I wanted it off immediately, my reflex desperate to swat it away- except my hands were tied.  I pulled uselessly against the restraints, squirming in hopes of flicking it off me.  It didn’t take long to realize my efforts were futile.

“Breathe, baby,” he encouraged.  “You’re okay- I know it hurts, but you need to breathe through it,” he instructed.

I locked eyes with him, trying to centre myself in his gaze to quell my panic.  I breathed deeply, and found that the pain started to lose its edge.  I took a few more deep breaths, visualizing myself locking the pain into a box.  I gained control over it and muted it to a dull roar.

Just in time for the second clothespin to clamp onto my other nipple.

I sucked in my breath and held it, pulling against the restraints again in a desperate move to remove the clothespin.  “Breathe,” he reminded me sternly.

I let the air out of my lungs, trying to pack the new pain into a more manageable space so that it didn’t consume me.  The sensation had a razor-sharp edge that demanded my full attention; there was no room for me to think about anything but controlling my reaction and finding somewhere to put the pain.  I had to feel it to control it, giving it my full attention before trying to repackage it into something manageable.  It was a mental and physical feat, so when I felt the pain start to dull, a sense of accomplishment began to fall into place.

“Good girl,” he said, snapping me out of my reverie.  I had somewhat forgotten that he was in the room.  He flicked my aching nipples a few times, each time requiring me to reassert my focus.

“These are going to hurt just as much coming off,” he warned.  While I was desperate for the relief, his words made me nervous.  I had managed to dull the pain to a mumble, and was not looking forward to a resurgence.

He removed both clothespins at the same time.  It felt like he had set my nipples on fire.  A wave of pain crashed over me, and tears sprang to my eyes.  Fucking ouch.  I screamed and pulled at the rope securing my hands.  My legs kicked as the panic took hold- fight or flight indeed.

Mr. Grey put his hands on my breasts, gently massaging away the pain that he had just inflicted.  “You’re okay, baby, breathe,” he coached.  I let the sound of his voice carry me back to him.

“What was that like?” he asked.

It took a moment for my scrambled brain to remember the English language.  “Focused,” was the first word that came to mind.  The pain was focused, my mind was focused- everything came into laser focus when he hurt me. 

“How do you feel now?”

“Relieved,” I admitted.  He remained silent, letting me reflect on the experience.  Even I had to acknowledge that his strategy had worked- he had scratched the indescribable itch that I had been feeling. I felt more centred after he’d hurt me.  The journey through the pain had challenged my mind and body in a new way, and I was more relaxed for it. 

I think he was surprised to hear me quietly whisper “More, please.”

I think I was surprised that I meant it.

For the first time, I wanted him to hurt me.

He left my arms tied but settled down alongside me, cradling me in his arms.  He kissed me as a display of gratitude and pride as his fingers moved to my now tender nipple.

I closed my eyes in anticipation of his assault.  “Look at me,” he ordered quietly.  I focused on his eyes as I felt his fingers constrict around my nipple.  His grip gradually tightened, the intensity of my stare matching the intensity of the pain.

I looked up at him, silently begging him to relent- or perhaps silently surrendering to his touch. I cried out as he twisted my skin, his vice-like grip creating tears at the corners of my eyes.  “Please, Sir…” I begged.

“Breathe, baby,” he reminded me.  I swallowed hard, forcing air into my lungs as I tried to compartmentalize the pain. 

“That’s it, baby, you’re doing it- just breathe through it.  You’re such a good girl for letting me hurt you,” he praised.  I held onto his words like lifelines, each one an encouragement to hold on. 

When he finally released my nipple, I melted into him, my gratitude for his mercy bleeding through me.  He let me take a couple of breaths before he started on my other nipple. I remembered his instruction, and this time responded more quickly.  I winced as he tightened his grip, but I swallowed my moan into deep breaths.  I focused on his eyes, allowing our connection to fuel my resilience.  I desperately wanted to please him- to demonstrate that I could take what he was giving.  My mind was consumed with this goal and worked to coax my body into absorbing the intensity of his touch. 

When he released, a tear of relief fell from my eye.  He kissed me deeply, murmuring his pride and thanks into my ear.  He released my hands, allowing me to embrace him. We remained like that for a while, both honouring the deepening of our bond.  I had asked him to hurt me, and he did.  

It was a new dimension in our partnership, one that I was both excited and terrified to explore.  The very definition of be careful what you ask for. 

Honour Thy Father: Chapter 4-5

Chapter Four: Melody

Summer vacation was Melody’s absolute favourite time of year.  The school year had just wrapped up (she had honours grades, a championship trophy, and a photography award to show for it), and now she was heading out to Father’s cabin for a few months of downtime. 

She had the top down on the convertible that he had bought her a few years ago for her 16th birthday, her blonde hair flowing in the early summer air.

She found herself a bit sad to be missing the summer with her friends, this year more so than previous years due to the fact that she finally had a boyfriend.  Jeff was everything she had ever wanted in a boy, and she was beyond delighted that Father permitted her to see him.  She knew, of course, that if he had said no she would’ve had to obey- he always knew what was best for her.  Just as she knew that she had to tell Father everything that happened between them, so that he could monitor her purity.

She sent Father a text, letting him know that she was on her way and that she had kissed Jeff goodbye, with tongue.  She also texted that Jeff had put one hand on her waist, and brought her in close so that her breasts pressed up against him.  While Father forbid Melody from being touched under her clothes by Jeff, he was okay with this kind of touching.

Usually she would make the drive with Father, but now that she had her license she offered to come up a day early to get things ready.  The cabin sat empty for the bulk of the winter, so there was always some refreshing and cleaning to do.  She enjoyed the work, and especially the quiet after a grueling school year.

Melody knew that this was not the typical Father/daughter relationship, but she also knew that as the daughter of a minister she had a duty not only to her family, but also to the church.  Father had been teaching her about her womanly duties each summer since she started menstruating, and she found herself to be an eager student.  She enjoyed learning about homemaking and being a good wife, for that was her main purpose and goal as a woman.  The lessons paused at the end of summer when they resumed their life back at home.  Father said that it was important for him to be able to devote his full attention to her training, where the church demanded more of his attention while they were at home.

The cabin became a summer oasis of sorts, away from day-to-day life and the prying eyes of others. Once she turned 18, Father was gracious enough to teach her about her body, and about the pleasure that it could give and receive.  She understood that until she was married her focus needed to be on pleasing Father, so that he could support the church.  She needed to remain pure for her future husband and had to learn the skills that would be required of her to keep him happy.  One day, when she could prove to Father that she was knowledgeable enough and ready to be a wife, he would allow her to marry. She still had a lot to learn, which is what she focused on in the summers.

Father would arrive in the morning, and her training would begin- or, rather, resume.  Melody had learned obedience, cooking, and cleaning, as well as the art of pleasure.  Father had taught her about penetrative sex last summer, and she was eager for more lessons.  He had insured that she was on birth control so that he could fill her with his seed without the risk of pregnancy- that was a gift that she could give only to her husband.  She imagined one day being allowed to please Jeff in this way, and it filled her tummy with butterflies.  She set to work washing the sheets in their two-bedroom cabin and opened all the windows to let in the breeze.  She took a deep breath, soaking in the joy of summer.

Melody awoke to Father’s text, indicating that he would be at the cabin shortly after lunch- and that he had a surprise for her.  She busied herself for the morning, having a quick breakfast before working in the gardens.  When she came in for lunch, she did some dinner prep as well.  She knew that Father would be impressed to see her domestic duties already well in hand.  When she got out of the shower, she dressed temporarily in a robe while she finished preparing for Father’s arrival.

She was only permitted to wear dresses in the cabin, and no panties.  Father had taught her that a woman must always anticipate and fulfill her husband’s needs. This, she now knew, included being ready for sex at any time.    Last summer Father taught her how her vagina gets wet when she is aroused.  This, of course, is desired for her to be able to take a cock.

While her training paused at home, Father made sure that she continued to practice on her own.  She masturbated three times per week, and told Father about each one so that he could monitor her progress and make suggestions.  She was always grateful for his guidance. 

Melody laid on the bed that she would share with Father for the summer, and lazily opened her legs.  Her pussy was covered in soft, dark hair- Father said that it marked her womanhood.  She began stroking her clit in practiced motions, licking her lips as she found a rhythm.  She was careful not to overstimulate herself; Father preferred to be the one to give her orgasms while at the cabin.  She slowly stroked herself, occasionally dipping a finger inside her to assess her wetness.  When she felt sufficiently lubricated, she stood to make the bed.  She was just putting the final pillow in place when Father entered the cabin.

Melody felt her heart rate quicken as his keys hit the table.  “Hi Sweetie, Father’s here!” he boomed from the kitchen. 

“In here Father!” Melody chimed back.  He found her quickly, standing beside the perfectly made bed beaming.  “I was just finishing making the bed- not a single crease!” she said proudly.

Father’s eyes inspected the bed and landed on her.  “Good girl,” he said appreciatively.  “Come here, please.”

Melody obediently crossed the room to stand in front of Father.  He took her face in his hands, kissing her deeply.  “I am so glad to be back here with you, and so proud of the work you’ve done so far.  You are such a good girl,” he said as he untied her robe.

Father pushed Melody’s robe off of her shoulders, letting it pool on the floor.  She shivered at her nakedness but did not cover herself- another lesson from Father.  It was important to always show off your body if a man wants to see it.  “You are even more beautiful than I remember, Sweetie,” he marveled.  He kissed her shoulder, gently caressing under her small breast. 

Melody felt goosebumps erupt all over her body.  “Thank you, Father,” she said politely.  She stood perfectly still as he caressed her, teasing her nipples to erection while his tongue found hers. 

“Are you ready for me, Sweetie?” he asked.  “Open your legs, please.”

Melody obeyed, standing with her legs apart to give Father better access between them.  “Yes, Father,” she answered.

Father reached between her legs, delicately tracing her slit before dipping a finger between her lips.  “Very good girl,” he said appreciatively.  He brought his finger up to her mouth, pressing it between her lips until he reached her tongue.

Melody sucked his finger obediently, her wide eyes eagerly awaiting her next instruction.

Chapter Five: Father David

“Lay down, sweetie,” Father said gently.  He undressed, never taking his eyes off of his daughter’s naked body.  He climbed on top of her, easing inside her as her legs wrapped around him.

Melody gasped as he filled her, letting her eyes roll back in pleasure.  “That’s it, good girl,” he encouraged, “take Father’s cock.”

“Father, yes,” she breathed as he started to thrust.  Her tightness was a marvel, and no matter how many times he entered her it felt like the first.  She squirmed under him, wrapping her arms and legs around him as if holding on for dear life.  Her perky little breasts bounced with each thrust as he completely lost himself in her.

“Father, may I please cum?” she asked, bringing him back into the moment.  He was impressed that she remembered to ask, and at her control. 

“Yes, sweetie, you may cum,” he said gently, thrusting into her harder.  He felt her tighten and pulse around him, and had to work to hold onto his own orgasm as she came.  His daughter’s orgasmic scream was his favourite sound.

“Good girl,” he breathed, giving her a moment to come down.  He maintained his steady pace, sliding in and out of her perfect hole as she breathed heavily underneath him.  When her eyes opened, he kissed her.  “It’s time for you to get on top, sweetie.  Do you remember?”

“Yes, Father,” she breathed.  He rolled onto his back, and she quickly straddled him.  She gripped his cock, urgently sliding it into her hole.  When her hips started to rock back and forth, he almost lost it.

“Mmmm, you are going to make such a good wife someday,” he said as he cupped his daughter’s breasts.  She rode him gently, moaning each time he thrust into her. 

“Thank you, Father.  That’s all I want,” she said proudly. 

His heart (and cock) swelled with pride.  “I’m going to cum in you now, Sweetie, don’t stop,” he said firmly.  She rode harder, her slim body rocking back and forth on him as he pulled at her nipples.  He groaned as his orgasm took hold, emptying his balls into his daughter. 

“Thank you, Father,” she said, getting off of him to lick his cock clean- yet another lesson she had learned last summer.  Her retention rate was excellent.

As they ate the wonderful dinner she had prepared, Father David let Melody in on the surprise that he had promised.  “We aren’t going to be alone this summer, Sweetie,” he said vaguely.

“Oh? How come Father?” she asked, trying and failing to hide her disappointment. 

“Don’t worry, Melody, it won’t change our summer.  I have been so proud of the way you have learned and retained your training, that I thought it was time to share our approach with someone else.  I have invited a father and daughter from the church to spend the summer with us.  They have been having a hard time, and I think that we can really help them.  You will be such a good mentor for her, and I can help him to learn how to teach her as I have taught you.”

Father David could see Melody considering his words.  Her face broke out in a smile.  “You really think I could help someone? You think I am ready?” she asked, her face beaming. 

“Of course, sweetie.  You have learned so much, and one day will make a man very happy.  You still have some things to learn, but you have all the basics mastered.  I really think that your leadership could change this girl’s life.  She is on a dangerous path, and her father is desperate to keep her safe.  Will you help us?”

Melody didn’t hesitate.  “Of course, Father.  Anything for you.”

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Honour Thy Father: Chapter 2-3

Chapter Two: Eva

School feels longer than usual when your ass hurts so badly that it’s hard to sit down.  Eva made a mental note to only break curfew on weekends in the future, so that she didn’t have to endure hours of classroom lectures with a welted ass.  Last night felt different than previous spankings; Daddy was so angry, and she definitely felt it then and now. 

Eva winced as she shuffled in her seat behind her easel.  She was enrolled in an immersive four-year art program in college. Students came from all over the area to pursue artistic passions, whether visual art, music, photography, or drama.  It was a creative collective, and had a 100% employment rate after graduation, which was all but unheard of for an arts school.  She knew it wasn’t cheap, and felt a pang of gratitude toward her Daddy to match the pang of pain in her ass.

Eva studied her work in progress on the easel, which is all she had done for the full hour of class. She had been painting moody forest scenes as of late.  Her mother loved being in nature, so Eva supposed it was some sort of tribute to her- but the palate of greys and blacks that painted the canvas stamped the scene with Eva’s perpetual melancholy.  It was the last class of the school year, so she supposed that this piece would remain a work in progress indefinitely. 

“Wow, that’s beautiful,” a voice behind her said, “but…a little depressing.  Why wouldn’t you use colour?”  The voice belonged to Melody, one of the photography students.  Her platinum blonde hair, perfect, slim body, and thousand-watt smile made looking at her akin to looking directly into the sun.  Melody was in a different program and a year ahead, so Eva didn’t know much about her beyond the fact that she was a star athlete, gifted photographer, and all around perfect person.  She also happened to be the daughter of her church’s Minister, who never missed an opportunity to brag about her to Eva’s dad.  If only all fathers could be blessed with perfect daughters.

Eva stifled an eye roll before answering, “I like black.”

“Oh,” Melody replied, not to be discouraged.  “I guess it kind of looks like some of my black and white photos- I totally get it- timeless,” she beamed, clearly eager to have found common ground.  Eva vaguely wondered what her angle was- it’s not like she needed more friends, and Eva certainly wasn’t the kind of girl that Melody wanted to be friends with.

Eva didn’t have a bad reputation, but she didn’t exactly meet the qualifications for the Preacher’s daughter’s friend group.  Eva didn’t have many friends- more acquaintances, and mostly guys. Yes, occasionally let some of those guys feel her up. While she didn’t have much use for men, she did find them fairly easy to be around, and they could make her feel good with the right instruction.

 It’s not like she was a slut- she had only had sex with three guys- but she didn’t buy into the virtue of virginity that her church was selling.  It was so rare for Eva to actually feel good, and as it turned out- sex felt good.  So what if she leaned into that sometimes?  Next time she would just have to make sure to be home by curfew.

“Ya, I guess,” Eva replied lamely.  She really just wanted to be left to brood about her sore ass in peace. 

“It kind of reminds me of this place near my father’s cabin,” Melody continued, oblivious to Eva’s very clear “leave me alone” vibe.  She leaned in closer to the painting, her small breasts in Eva’s exact line of vision.  Eva could see a white lace bra peeking out of her tank top, and smell Melody’s perfume, which was somehow a mix of cotton candy and flowers.  Barf.

“It’s this place my Mom used to take my dad and I hiking- before she died,” Eva offered, to her own surprise.  Why was she sharing that part of herself- her most protected part- with a complete stranger? 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Melody said, genuine empathy in her eyes.  She put her hand on Eva’s shoulder, and in another surprising moment Eva didn’t recoil. 

“Thanks,” Eva offered, “maybe it is the same place.”

Melody smiled at her.  “Imagine that! What a coincidence that would be!” Her perpetual optimism would have typically grated Eva, but for some reason she felt drawn in.  Just as she was about to ask what Melody was working on, the girl’s cell phone alarm went off.  “Oh, I’m so sorry, I have to go- Father will be here in five minutes and it’s rude to make him wait.  I hope you finish your painting!”  With that she rushed out the door, leaving Eva with a bemused expression.

‘Man, that girl is a lot,’, she thought to herself, but couldn’t deny that she had an intriguing air about her- even if she was completely wrapped around her father’s finger.

Eva elected to head to her friend Troy’s place after class instead of going home.  She sent Daddy a vague text about an end of school party, now wanting to get into the who and where of it all.  After what he did to her last night, she hardly owed him anything. 

When she got to Troy’s, they had a few drinks.  This was their usual custom- get a good buzz on, and then get naked.  Eva appreciated the opportunity to shut off (she didn’t have to think very hard to be around Troy), and to feel good.  Troy appreciated her huge boobs.  They worked well together.

Eva could taste the whiskey on Troy’s breath as he kissed her.  She sunk further into the couch, getting comfortable for a long makeout.  He was a skilled kisser, and she let herself get lost in his lips and tongue.  She knew eventually she would feel them between her legs and could feel herself getting wet at the thought.

She ran her fingers through Troy’s curly hair, tugging on it as their kisses became more urgent.  He made quick work of her bra, stopping to gawk at her perfect breasts.  Eva’s nipples hardened as he sucked them, the ripple of pleasure heading directly between her legs.  She took Troy’s head in both of her hands, urgently guiding him down.  She craved his mouth on her, and did have a curfew to make after all.

She wiggled out of her panties and spread her legs as his mouth took her.  He licked her gently first, moving his tongue back and forth along her slit to make her squirm.  “Come on, Troy, don’t tease me,” she begged.  He relented, driving a finger inside her as he took her clit between his lips.

His fingers curled upward, teasing the sweet spot inside her as she squirmed.  She was vaguely aware of the tenderness in her ass as she grinded up into his face, but the pleasure he created was more than enough to distract her.  “Troy, please don’t stop,” she breathed desperately, her body chasing one of the only highs that made her feel anything at all.  When she fell over the cliff, she felt alive.

Troy quickly slipped inside her after she came, his rock-hard cock easily finding its place in her wetness.  Eva wrapped her legs around him, desperate to feel the connection that comes with sex.  While she knew that they weren’t in love, she still craved the intimacy that sex provided.  She felt so disconnected from the rest of her life, any connection helped to fill the void. 

Troy thrusted into her, driving her ass into the couch.  While he felt amazing, each thrust coupled the pleasure of his cock inside her with the pain of her ass on the rough couch fabric.  The fact that Eva was forced to think of Daddy’s punishment during this moment was humiliating.  It completely destroyed the mood.  She found herself willing Troy to finish, just so that she could get home before curfew and avoid another spanking.

When he finally did, she quickly gathered her clothes, hastily stuffing her panties into her purse and pulling on her pants.  She mumbled a goodbye to Troy, who was too blissed out in a post-orgasmic haze to particularly notice.  She checked her watch as she walked home, knowing that she wasn’t going to make it in time.

Her father was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for her.  He said nothing as she came into the kitchen, which was far more unsettling than his usual passionate monologue.  She sat her purse on the table before she realized that her panties were hanging out of it.

He stood, walking over to her.  He leaned in close enough to smell the alcohol on her breath, reaching past her and pulling the satin material from her purse.  He dropped them on the table in front of her, looking into her eyes and shaking his head before retiring to his room.  The hurt in his eyes was worse than a million spankings. 

Chapter Three: Father David

“You are doing the best you can,” Father David said to the worried man in front of him.  Michael had joined the church with his wife when they married and continued to dutifully bring his daughter every Sunday even after her mother passed.  Her death had clearly taken a toll on both father and daughter, and Father David empathized entirely with Michael’s plight.  Daughters were not easy to raise, especially if you wanted to do it properly.

“I just don’t know what else to do.  I feel so terrible for hurting her like that, but I had no other options- she’s just impossible.  Even after the spanking, the very next night she came home with panties in her purse and vodka on her breath,” Michael lamented as he wrung his hands. The man’s face betrayed a mixture of worry and resignation; Father David knew that things must be pretty bad if he was seeking solace in the church.  While his late wife had been a devout Christian, he knew that Michael was a more skeptical follower.

“I know what you are going through,” Father David said, hoping to validate this poor man’s feelings.  “I have a daughter too, and while Melody is a very good girl, that didn’t come naturally.  Daughters sometimes need a strong hand to keep them safe,” he said empathetically. 

“I didn’t expect that kind of understanding,” Michael admitted.  “I honestly don’t know why I even came here.  I think part of me wanted to be chastised for spanking her the way that I did.  Another part of me knew that my wife always came here when she was troubled, and it always seemed to help.  I just feel so helpless and lost…thank you so much for listening, Father.”

“I am not here to chastise you,” Father David reassured him.  “I am merely here to guide and offer advice- if that is what you’re looking for.”  Father David could tell that Michael’s heart was in the right place- he did not desire to exude undue power or influence over his daughter, but merely wanted to ensure her safety and obedience.  “Trust is built through obedience; if Eva wants you to trust her, she must first prove to you that she can be trusted.”

“Yes! Exactly yes- that is what I have been trying to teach her.  I am so worried about her, Father.  I just want her to be safe and happy.” 

Michael’s love for his daughter was so clear that Father David felt a hitch in his chest as he thought of Melody.  She was such a respectful, obedient daughter- he had made sure of it- and he was grateful not to have to worry about the issues that plagued Michael. 

“I just want what you have with your daughter,” Michael continued.  “You two seem so close, and she clearly respects you.  Eva and I used to have that relationship- I want to get us back there.”

Father David studied Michael.  “My relationship with Melody is the result of a great deal of work, and some fairly non-traditional approaches to parenting.  I have the church to thank for showing me the best ways to parent a daughter, and Michael, if you’re interested, I would be willing to share some of the practices with you.”

Michael looked up from his hands, holding eye contact with Father David.  Tears were glistening in his eyes as he breathed a sigh of relief.  “Thank you, Father, thank you so much.  I am open to anything.  The traditional ways that I know are not working; I would be so grateful for any of your help.  My wife trusted you with her problems, and I am here to do the same.”

The two men spent the next hour reviewing Father David’s approaches to raising his daughter.  Father David requested patience and open-mindedness from Michael, and also for Michael to wait until Father David was finished explaining before passing judgement.  Michael easily agreed, but once he got into the conversation, he realized that he may have spoken too soon.

Father David had only had this conversation with three men over his lifetime, one of whom being his own father, the church’s previous minister.  Father David had taken over from his dad before he died, and was given all of the teachings of the church.  He shared these particular teachings sparingly, and only to those who he deemed deserving of the wisdom- and whom he had the capacity to help.  Michael’s love and protectiveness for his daughter, coupled with his genuine remorse for causing her pain, convinced Father David that he was worthy.  His late wife’s relationship with the church was also admittedly a factor.

When he finished explaining, he waited for Michael to speak.  There were a few times that Michael tried to interrupt, and twice when he tried to walk out, both reactions that were to be expected.  Father David patiently reminded Michael of his promise to hear the full story, and he continued to listen.

“I could never do that,” he said finally, his tone echoing the expression of utter shock on his face.  “Never, ever, ever.  I can’t believe you would even suggest it- any of it,” he said.

“I know it’s a shocking idea, especially when you first hear it- but all you have to do is look at my relationship with Melody to know that it works.  Melody is happy, successful, respectful, and trustworthy.  She lives a very fulfilling life, and I never doubt whether I can trust her.  Imagine what that would mean for you and Eva,” he suggested gently.

“I want that for Eva and I- I do, more than anything- but what you are suggesting is impossible.  It’s wrong,” he said emphatically. 

“I respect your decision as a father, and of course would never pressure you.  I will provide you with one more piece of information though, before you make your decision.  Your wife- in her youth, she had some trouble when her father left.  Her mother came to the church- my father at the time- and requested guidance.  She went through this program as well when she turned eighteen, and I know you will agree that she lived a very fulfilling life.”

Michael’s face was aghast.  “I had no idea,” he said, more to himself than to Father David.  “She never talked much about her father, other than to say that she was better off without him.  I imagined that it would’ve been difficult, but she always seemed so fine with it.  I assumed it was the mark of her mother’s positive influence.”

“Oh it was- her mother was a remarkably strong woman- but everyone needs a little bit of help now and then.  Your wife spent each summer with my father from the time she was about 18, right up until the summer that you met.  I only know about this because every now and then she would come to my father for guidance, or to make sure that she was on the right path.  When I took over, she came to me.”

Michael’s nostrils flared at the implication.  “Oh no, don’t misunderstand.  After she met you there was no more training- just conversation, and mentorship.  She loved you more than anything, and your daughter as well.  Her greatest desire was to be a good wife and mother, and we helped her to do that.”

Michael was speechless.  Not only had his wife been part of this program, but she had kept coming back to the ministers and the church that had put her through it.  He trusted his wife’s judgement implicitly, but this was a difficult pill to swallow.  He thought of Eva, of his little girl, and his desperation to provide the life that her mother wanted for her.  He took a deep breath, squaring his shoulders before he said, “When would you like us to arrive?”

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Honour Thy Father: Chapter 1

Chapter One: Michael

Michael always regretted spanking his daughter, but it was the only way he could make her see reason.  At eighteen she was headstrong, passionate, and the absolute light of his life.  At five foot five with a curvy frame, generous breasts, and a tangle of dark brown hair, Eva was the spitting image of her late mother. 

Eva’s mother’s death had devastated them both, and father and daughter were feeling the effects of their loss years later.  For Michael’s part, he channeled all of his hurt and sadness and angst into building the best possible life for his daughter- one that her mother would have been proud of.  He made sure that Eva had opportunities to pursue her artwork, maintained good grades, and attended church every Sunday.  While Michael wasn’t particularly religious, it was important to Eva’s mother so he persisted for her sake.

He looked down at the curve of his daughter’s bright red ass as he delivered another slap.  He longed for her childhood years where she was a happy-go-lucky little girl- one whose Daddy could do no wrong.  These days wrong seemed to be all he was capable of.  She continued to live with him after high school graduation to attend art school.  Eva and he argued constantly, over everything- curfew, chores, dating…even what to have for dinner at night.  Michael knew that Eva’s mother’s death was hard on her, and he did his best in the years following to lead with compassion.  Teenage Eva was a force to be reckoned with, however, and he worried about the late hours and questionable company that she was keeping.  He didn’t want to control her- he knew that she was eighteen, but while she was still living under his roof he just wanted to keep her safe.  No amount of gentle words or pleading would budge her, so Michael had to result to force.

“Daddy please this is humiliating- I am eighteen years old!” Eva protested, snapping Michael out of his reflection.

“I know Eva, and I don’t like this any more than you do- but you have to learn.  When I say that midnight is your curfew, I mean it,” Michael replied, landing another five slaps on her warm behind.

He had pulled her panties down- not that the black thong she was wearing would have put up much resistance- so that each slap had maximum impact.  He tried not to spank her often, but when he did he wanted her to remember it in hopes that he didn’t have to do it again. Clearly that strategy had yet to be effective.  She kicked her feet in protest, but her thong bound her ankles together.

“Daddy it hurts,” she whined, squirming on his lap.  

“Just lay still baby, it’s almost over. Why is Daddy spanking you?” Michael asked.

“Because I missed your stupid curfew,” she said.  He couldn’t see her eye roll, but he could certainly hear it in her tone of voice.  Michael slapped her ass again, harder.

“Curfews aren’t stupid, especially while you are still living under my roof,” Michael corrected with another spank.  “Midnight is quite generous on a school night.  More importantly, you disrespected me.  As long as you live here, you need to obey me, Eva.  The rules that I have are not unreasonable, and they are for your own good.”

Michael could feel his frustration growing as he spoke, focusing in on the level of disrespect that Eva had shown him.  He really was just trying to do what was best for her, and certainly wasn’t the only father in the world who imposed curfews.  He felt his frustration channeling through his hand as he continued spanking- it started to feel somewhat cathartic.  

“Daddy, please,” Eva whimpered.  It was the first sign that her resolve was slipping.  Michael softened, if only slightly.

“Ten more and then we can talk- you know that I am doing this because I love you,” Michael said gently.  He readjusted her over his knee and felt her settle.  “Count them, baby,” he said, hoping that the focus of counting would distract her a bit from the pain he was about to inflict.

He vowed not to hold back on the last 10 spankings.  He had found Eva over his knee far too often over the past few weeks and needed to make the spankings resonate with her.  When the first slap landed on her right cheek, she cried out.

“Ouch Daddy!”

“Count, baby.”

Eva paused, debating her defiance.  “One,” she mumbled, defeated.

Michael slapped her again, in the exact same spot.  He could feel Eva suck in air, but also square her shoulders.  “Two,” she said, this time more clearly.

Eva held out all the way to seven before she started to cry.  “Daddy, please stop.  I can’t take any more.  I promise I’ll be good. I’ll never miss curfew again Daddy, please.  Please no more spankings,” she sniffled, tears running down her cheeks.

Michael paused, stroking his daughter’s unruly brown hair and wiping away her tears.  “You’re almost done.  Three more Eva, you can do it.  This is how you will learn to obey your Daddy,” he said firmly.  His heart ached for his daughter, but he knew that he needed to finish what he had started.  He prayed that this would be the last time.

“Eight,” Eva choked through a sob as he landed the next spank.  Her entire ass was a fiery red and was warm to the touch under Michael’s palm.  He gently squeezed where he had just slapped to massage the tissue in hopes of giving her some relief.  She was freely crying now, her previous protests now made impossible through her sobs. 

“Two more, baby, are you ready? Will you do what Daddy says from now on?” he asked, gently stroking the welts on her ass.

“Y…yes, Daddy,” Eva whimpered.

Michael landed the last two blows in quick succession to put both of them out of their misery.  Eva dutifully counted each, and then crumbled over his knee in tears.

“Come here, baby, it’s over,” Michael said, pulling Eva into a sitting position.  She straddled his waist, wrapping her legs and arms around him and putting her head on his shoulder as she cried.  “That’s it, you’re okay,” he said as he tightly embraced her trembling frame.

Michael held Eva like that until her crying quieted to whimpering.  Her chest heaved into him as she choked out the last few sobs.  He felt her hands gripping the back of his shirt as she held onto him.  “What did you learn, baby?” he asked her gently.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said quietly. “I shouldn’t have disobeyed you.  I won’t miss curfew again, I promise,” she whispered into his shoulder.  

“Good girl,” Michael said, pleased.  “You know that Daddy doesn’t like to spank you, but I had no other choice.  If you can be a good girl, we won’t have to do that again, okay?” he said, gently stroking her back.

“Yes, Daddy, I’ll be a good girl for you,” she promised.  She stayed like that, wrapped around him, until she fell asleep and Michael carried her to her room.  He gently removed her panties from around her ankles, and tucked her into bed.

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Best Friends Forever: Prequel- Ch. 9-11 (Final)

This story is a prequel to Best Friends Forever, and Best Friends Forever part 2.

Start at the beginning here.

Jack

He did not deserve Katie’s forgiveness, but he was committed to earning it for the rest of their relationship.  He had been awake most of the night trying to structure his apology, and ultimately felt like it was a lost cause.  When Katie had broached the subject, he was prepared to just step back- he knew that what he had done was unforgivable, and did not even want to ask for her to try.  He thought that the best thing he could do for her is leave her alone.  She was willing to give him so much of herself that night, and he had done nothing but take from her.  To say that he was shocked that she wanted more was an understatement.

They spent the rest of the day ironing out their new dynamic.  It was important to Katie that their relationship stay intact- she wanted to do movie night and dates and be able to have arguments and disagree.  She didn’t want a full-time Master, and Jack understood that.  They both agreed, though, that part of the thrill of the dynamic was for her to be subject to his use on a whim. 

They agreed that Jack would still be able to shift their dynamic into the “Master” realm at will unless Katie used a safe word.  They also decided that while they’d share their relationship with Julia, they would keep their dynamic a secret, so would only play when she was out of the apartment.  They talked about limits, knowing that neither had a ton of experience so they would need to communicate often.  They committed to trying new things and debriefing them after so that they could learn and craft their dynamic to suit both of them.  Once all of their ideas and wants had been written down, they both signed their names- Jack tucked the contract in his bag with a smile. 

They took the night to reconnect as friends, snuggling on the couch and watching a movie until the wee hours of the morning.  Jack spent the night again, neither of them wanting to be apart. 

The next morning Jack made Katie breakfast, kissing her goodbye as she headed off to placement.  He tidied the place up a bit before he left, leaving her a note that he would bring dinner when she was done work.  He spent the day running errands, picking up some last-minute Christmas gifts, including a few for Katie.  He had a hard time thinking of anything other than her; his mind was rife with imagery at the possibilities that their new dynamic held.  It wasn’t long before Katie had texted him a photo of his note, with the words “you are too good to me.”  Jack smirked, typing back, “don’t worry- you’ll earn it,” before going to pick up their food.

Katie greeted him warmly when he made it back to the apartment, taking the food out of his hands so that he could remove his coat.  She had changed out of her work clothes into her standard yoga pants and tank top, though Jack noticed immediately that her usual sports bra had been exchanged for something black and lacy.  “Mmm, sushi- my favourite,” she said, as if he didn’t already know. 

Before she could dig in, Jack took the food from her and put it in the fridge.  He smiled at her pouty face, already eager to see more of what those lips could do.  “If you’ll recall,” he said formally, “I did say you would have to earn it.”  He grinned as Katie’s eyes widened, demonstrating her understanding. 

“Yes Master,” she said obediently. 

He walked over to face her, running his thumb along her bottom lip.  “These lips are quickly becoming my favourite thing,” he said seductively, moving his hand down to gently grasp her neck, “and this throat- so welcoming.”  Katie didn’t move, but held eye contact with him as he slid one of her straps down her shoulder, replacing it with a kiss.  He kissed his way up her neck, lips landing to nibble her ear.  “On your knees,” he whispered, causing goosebumps all over her milky skin.

Katie did as she was told, looking up at him through wide eyes.  “Good girl, so obedient,” he praised as he undid his belt.  “Now, Katie, I’ve been thinking.  In this dynamic of ours, you have a way to delineate between our relationship and playtime with my name.  I am Jack, your boyfriend, and Master, your owner.  I think you need another name- something to signal that you are mine.  Do you agree?” 

He and Katie both knew that it didn’t matter whether she agreed, but she nodded anyway, “Yes, Master.” 

“Good.  I am sure that I will call you all sorts of things, but I think that a special name is also important.  I have spent all day picking out just the right name but have found myself at a crossroads.  I thought it might be nice to let you choose.  Would you rather be addressed as cumslut or cockwhore?” Jack asked, his innocuous tone contrasting with the subject matter.

He could see Katie consider, her teeth biting her bottom lip in a way that made him want nothing more than to feel them wrapped around his throbbing cock.  “Cockwhore,” she said definitively.  “I want more than just your cum- I want your cock, always.  I want to be your cockwhore, Master.”  Jack smiled ear to ear, stroking his hand down her perfectly made up face. 

“Good girl,” he said appreciatively, “you’ll be my little cockwhore.  Now let’s teach you your name.”

He pulled some gloves out of his bag; they were black latex, long enough to go past Katie’s elbows- and cuffed at the wrists. He took great care in putting them on her, interlacing their fingers as he brought her hands behind her back and secured them.  He stood back up, unbuttoning his pants and freeing his hard cock from the confines of his boxer briefs.  Katie- his cockwhore- looked up at him, licking her lips in anticipation of her duties. 

He rubbed his cock all over her face, saying “You have come a long way since we started, but you still have a lot to learn.  Your cockwhore training starts today.  You will learn to take my cock whenever I say, with skill and enthusiasm.  Your throat is so perfect, your lips so lovely- I will need to use them often.  You will learn your name, and you will train to take my cock to the very best of your ability.  Do you understand, cockwhore?”  His voice was gentle, but his grip in her hair was firming up. 

“Yes, Master,” she said, looking up at him.  She was the very picture of submission.

“Open your mouth, and stick out your tongue,” he said.  He slid his cock into her wet mouth, loosely grasping her hair to hold her head steady.  Her mouth was warm and inviting, and as he slid his cock back and forth along her tongue he found himself craving even more.  “Suck,” he ordered, and moaned as she closed her lips around him.  “That’s it,” he groaned, holding her head still.  “What are you?” he asked, keeping his cock in her mouth as she worked her tongue around it to answer. 

“Yr cockore, Masssssther,” she slurred.  

“Very good,” he praised, shoving his cock further into her mouth.  He felt her throat with the tip of his cock, and couldn’t resist pressing in.  Her throat constricted around him immediately as she coughed, her body awkwardly leaning forward as she struggled to regain her balance with her arms bound behind her.  She was truly at his mercy, and he took advantage.

He pulled out long enough for her to catch her breath, and then forced himself back down her throat.  She was ready for him this time, her eyes watering as she struggled to keep him down her throat.  She finally coughed, and he moaned at the sensation of her throat constricting around him.  He pulled out again, a trail of spit connecting his cock to her mouth as she gasped for air.  “What are you?” he asked, feeling himself getting lost in the moment. 

“Your cockwhore,” she said confidently, opening her mouth to take him again.  This time the thrust in and out of her throat a few times, holding tight to her hair so that she couldn’t resist.  He felt spit dripping out of her mouth, onto his cock and down her chin. 

He finally pulled out, delighting to see tears fall from the corners of her gorgeous eyes.  She was off balance when he let her breathe, her body leaning into him such that he had to catch her before she toppled over.  He could feel her composure weakening, and drug his cock through the spit on her chin, spreading it up her face.  “Such a messy slut,” he purred before taking her throat once again.

He was relentless, allowing her one breath at a time as he continued to press through the resistance in her throat.  Her body had surrendered to him; she was relying on him holding her up and she stopped fighting him as he pushed into her throat.  She looked up at him, a willing vessel for his pleasure.  She choked out answers to his questions as she struggled for air, her face as drenched in spit as his cock was.

“Who owns you?”

“You do, Master.”

Five slow, deliberate thrusts, deep into her throat.

“What are you?”

“Your cockwhore, Master.”

Holding his cock in her throat for a count of ten.

“What do you serve, cockwhore?”

“You…your cock, Master.”

Three slaps of his cock across her face, before allowing her to suck.

On and on they went, with Jack needling her with questions to reinforce her position, and Katie just barely holding on through his assault. 

“Do you want my cum, cockwhore?” he asked as he fucked her face. 

“Yes, Master,” she sputtered, desperately trying to keep her balance. 

“Take it,” he said simply, and let her go.

She took a moment to regain her balance, sucking his cock into her mouth as an anchor.  She bobbed her neck, setting a frenzied pace.  Jack knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on for long.  To his surprise and delight, she forced her head down on him until she pressed him through the back of her throat.  She held him for as long as she could before taking a breath, and then thrusted him back.  The surprise of her dedication- her offering up her throat like that- made him explode. 

He filled her mouth with cum, holding her head steady as his body bucked and emptied into her.  She held it in her mouth as he pulled out of her, bending to meet her at eye level.  She opened her mouth for him to see his load, and he dipped a finger inside to paint her face with it.  He closed her mouth with a finger under her chin, ordering her to swallow while he kissed her sweet, talented lips.  “Such a good cockwhore,” he said affectionately, and helped her stand.

He unbound her hands and removed the gloves but did not allow her to wash her face until after they had dinner.  Their conversation was casual, with their usual friendly banter, but each time Jack looked at her he could see the spit, cum, tears, and ruined makeup on her face, reminding him of her submission.  She no doubt could feel it drying but didn’t fuss- no doubt his wildly adoring looks toward her made her forget about the mess. 

They showered together after dinner, going to bed early.  Jack was leaving for home in the morning, and Katie would go home a few days after.  They snuggled up in bed together, spooning as Jack’s cock slipped easily inside Katie.  He let her set the pace, reaching around to give her what she needed.  He felt her pussy clench on his cock, her orgasm a whisper on her lips.  He emptied into her soon after, the two of them falling asleep completely lost and wrapped in each other. 

Katie

Christmas was a blur, and Katie was glad it was over.  It turned out that balancing placement and the holidays was no joke, not to mention that missing Jack was a full-time job in itself.  She was now back at school, the apartment still empty for another week as Julia delayed her return in favour of a trip south with her family.  Katie missed her, but found herself distracted by her excitement around Jack’s return that afternoon. 

He had sent her a Christmas gift, instructing her to open it in private- and she was glad that she heeded his warning.  Not only had he given her more of her favourite (and expensive!) makeup, but the gift also contained several latex outfits, as well as a vibrating wand and…was that a butt plug?  Katie had delicately replaced everything in the box and tucked it in her suitcase for fear that someone would see it. 

She now put the box on her bed, picking through its contents to find something sexy to wear to surprise Jack.  She landed on a two-piece set; a very short little skater skirt, and a short sleeved crop top, both made of smooth black latex.  She completed the outfit with elbow length red latex gloves.  She took her time getting ready, layering on some of her new makeup, and finishing with what was now her favourite dark red lip.  Every time she wore the lipstick- even over the holidays- she thought about her lips wrapped around Master’s cock.  She got butterflies as soon as she popped open the tube.

Once she was dressed, she went to the kitchen to wait, putting his Christmas present from her on the counter.  He had texted her that he would be there soon, and that he was excited to see her.  They messaged each other constantly over the break, Katie even sending some naughty photos to him a few times- my, how far they had come. 

She heard him at the door, and stood up straight, her fingers laced behind her back, shoulders squared, and legs slightly spread.  Jack came in the door and stopped short, surprise and awe written all over his face.

“My my, what do we have here?” he asked slowly, taking two long strides to close the gap between them.  He kissed her deeply, pulling back and running his thumb along her bottom lip, smudging her lipstick slightly.  They both smiled, a promise of more to come. 

“I missed you,” she breathed, and he kissed her again to show his agreement. 

“Open your present,” she breathed when they finally came up for air.  He went back to the counter, toying with the ribbon on the box.

 “For me? I’m touched,” he said with a smile.  “I can’t imagine a better gift than what’s standing in front of me, but I’ll open it just the same,” he teased.  Katie could feel herself blushing.

He opened a new belt- handmade, black leather, black stitching.  He took it out of the box immediately, running his hands down the soft leather.  “Katie, this is gorgeous,” he marvelled, and she was thrilled to see his pleasure. 

“Look on the inside of the belt,” she prompted.  He looked at her, puzzled, and flipped the belt over.  Just above the stitching the leather had been stamped with an M.  “M, for Master,” she said with a smile. 

He came back toward her, forgetting the belt on the counter.  “It’s perfect.  You’re perfect,” he praised, kissing her again.

“I have one more gift to give you, actually,” he said as he went to his coat, pulling out a small square box.  “I wanted to give this to you in person, so I hope you’ll excuse the delay,” he said, handing her the box. 

Katie opened it quickly, revealing a delicate black leather collar.  She turned it over in her hands, noting the dark red stitching.  “It’s beautiful,” she marvelled.

“And so are you,” he said.  “I wanted to give you a symbol- of our commitment, of my devotion to you,” he explained.  “I want you to wear this when I am your Master, to demonstrate your service to me.” 

She felt tears spring to her eyes.  “Of course,” she said easily, and meant it.  “Thank you, it’s perfect.  Will you please put it on me…Master?” she said, a sparkle dancing in her eye. 

“Of course, my little cockwhore.  Come here,” he said, and deftly secured it to her neck.  She felt the leather around her neck, just tight enough for her to notice, and she beamed. 

“Thank you, Master,” she said demurely.

“I have been thinking about something you shared before Christmas,” Jack said, taking her latex-gloved hands in his, “about your needs not being met.  You’re right, I was being completely selfish.  I want to assure you that your needs- all of them- will absolutely be part of the equation as we go forward.  I am going to prove that to you today,” he said with a grin. 

“Where are the rest of your Christmas presents from me?” he asked. 

“They’re in my bedroom,” Katie replied.  Master took her hand and led her down the hall without another word.

“A good cockwhore earns her orgasms, and never cums without permission,” he explained to her as he bent her over her bed.  She was face-down on her mattress as he lifted up her latex skirt and started exploring her pussy.  His hands weren’t gentle, but they weren’t overly rough- deliberate, focused.  He rubbed her clit, thrusting a couple of fingers inside her. 

Before she knew it, she was already ready to explode.  “Please, Master, can I cum?” she asked, hoping that she was saying the right things.  He stopped abruptly, causing Katie to gasp in frustration.

 “Oh, I almost forgot- because I owe you a few, I am going to make sure that today’s orgasms are extra special.  Where is the plug I bought you?” 

Katie was still reeling from her missed orgasm, but managed to say through gritted teeth, “on the dresser.”  The next thing she knew she felt cold metal against her ass as Master warmed the plug on her skin.  Her body tensed, and he obviously picked up on her nerves. 

“It’s okay, I am not going to hurt you.  This will make your orgasm so much more intense, you need to trust your Master, okay?”  Katie nodded, too nervous to speak.  She felt him spread lube between her cheeks, his finger gently penetrating her for the first time.  He let her get used to his finger, tentatively inserting it in and out until she was more relaxed.  She then felt the more substantial tip of the plug, and focused on Master’s voice telling her to relax as he gently applied pressure and then relaxed, letting her work up to taking it.

“Okay, Katie, it’s time.  Take a deep breath, and relax around the plug,” Master said gently.  He pressed the plug into her, eliciting a moan as Katie swallowed it.  It hurt, but not excessively.  Once it settled into place, she felt full in a way that she never had.  It was a very interesting feeling.

“Good girl, I’m so proud of you,” Master purred, and Katie smiled.  She felt his hands on her pussy again, and moaned as he stroked her clit.  “How does it feel?” he asked her, to which she replied “Full, Master.”  He made some sort of comment about filling her up more before putting his fingers back into her pussy, curling them around as he stroked her g spot. 

Katie could feel her orgasm building, and with her ass plugged the sensation was doubly intense.  She felt like her focus was being pulled in different directions; part of her was focused on the sensation in her ass, another part on the relentless pleasure provided by Master’s fingers.  Katie felt her knees weaken, and heard herself scream as she started to cum.  She tried to ask permission, but she was already falling.

Katie’s legs gave out as her body convulsed.  Master let her finish, but she knew that he had picked up on her failure to ask permission.  “I know,” she said, the high of her orgasm quickly being replaced with the dread of disappointing him. 

“I was very clear in my instructions, cockwhore,” he said, his voice a sharp edge through the clouds of her cum-addled mind. 

“I know, I’m sorry Master, I didn’t have time…” she trailed off, knowing that her excuses weren’t going to matter. 

“Stand up,” he said firmly.  She did, unable to meet his eyes.  “Go get my Christmas present; I think we have found a use for it.”  It took Katie a moment to realize he was referring to the belt that she had bought him.  Fuck. 

She walked slowly to the kitchen, keenly aware of the plug in her ass.  She took the belt off the counter, chiding herself for not realizing its potential dual purpose.  She reluctantly handed it back to him when she returned, refusing to meet his gaze and see his smug smile. 

“Such beautiful leather, so soft…” he mused, “I bet it bites hard.  Bend over,” he ordered, and she did.

Twenty slaps with a leather belt made her cry.  In truth, ten slaps made her cry.  The soft leather bit into her flesh like a hand couldn’t, leaving striking marks across her ass and thighs. She refused to give in, taking his advice and relaxing through it as best as she could.  He was silent as he gave out each blow, requiring her to count and thank him.  When she was delayed on her count, and he growled to propel her to act.   A couple of times he intentionally hit the plug, sending a shock reverberating through her.  She felt small when he was finished, her crying dying to a whimper so as to take up less space. 

“Next time, you will ask permission to cum,” he said as he retired his belt.  He ran his fingers over the marks on her ass and thighs, trailing featherlight kisses over the worst of it.  He helped her to stand, embracing her with a gentle kiss as she tried to regain composure.  “Good girl, it’s okay, you’re okay, it’s over,” he cooed, stroking her hair as she cried into him.  “Lay back, and I’ll make you feel better,” he said, gently pushing her onto the bed. 

Katie followed his lead, allowing him to easily part her legs.  The plug was starting to feel even more tight, but it was easy to ignore with the sting in her ass.  She felt his tongue on her clit, sending a bolt of electricity through her body.  He sucked gently, draining all of the hurt and tension from her.  His fingers penetrated her, rubbing up against the plug delightfully.  He coaxed her easily to the edge, and this time she remembered her lesson.  “Please, Master, may I cum?” she asked, her body squirming under his lips.  “Good girl,” he said, the vibration of his voice tearing through her, “cum for me.”

Before she could catch her breath, a vibrator touched her clit.  It felt like fire, her taxed nerves not ready for another assault.  “Please, Master, it’s too much!” she cried, but he didn’t react.  He held the vibrator to her clit, moving it ever so slightly until she was screaming.  She asked to cum, at least she was pretty sure she did, and barely heard his yes before she was flung off the edge again. 

She lost count of the orgasms he forced from her; between the vibrator and his skilled hands and mouth, she was putty in his hands.  At some point she tried to crawl away from him, and he bound her legs and wrists to the bed, rendering her completely helpless.  He forced orgasm after orgasm from her, more than making out for the times he failed to let her finish.  She was begging him to stop, sure that the next orgasm would cause her to black out. 

Jack

He finally relented when he saw a tear fall from the corner of her eye.  She was resigned to her fate, and completely defeated- completely his.  She was beautiful in puddle form, and as he removed the plug and restraints, she barely even reacted.  She was completely used, completely finished, and completely sated.  He got in bed beside her, holding her tightly while she took the long journey back to earth.  He fingered her collar, thinking that she really was his most prized possession- and his very best friend. 

Two years later…

Julia (Best Friends Forever, Chapter 1)

It took Julia’s mind a few moments to process what she was seeing.  The first thing that registered? Katie’s latex-clad ass.

Julia held her breath as she took in the scene in front of her.  Katie was on all fours, ass pointed toward the door.  She was fully dressed in latex- she had a painted on catsuit, showing only her hands and feet.  Her small, fit frame was fully on display, only accentuated by the tight fabric.  Beyond the flash of fire red hair, Julia could see a leather strap connecting Katie’s neck to…Jack’s hand. 

Jack was standing in front of her, fully nude.  He pulled on Katie’s leash, forcing her to sit upright on her knees.  He kept the leash tight, so that her face was inches from his stiff cock.  It was then that Julia noticed Katie’s ample cleavage popping out of the catsuit.

Neither of them had realized that Julia was there; when she finally regained her senses she darted back behind the corner.  She leaned against the wall, catching her breath and trying to process what she had just seen.  As she was trying to get a hold of herself, she hears Jack’s voice: “Are you going to be my good little whore today?”

Julia covered her gasp, shocked that Katie would ever let Jack speak to her that way.  When she heard Katie’s meek “Yes Master,” in reply, Julia was sure that she was hallucinating.  She dared a peek around the corner. 

Katie stood on her knees, looking up at Jack.  “Tongue,” Jack ordered simply, still holding the leash tight.  Katie obediently stuck her tongue out, keeping her mouth open.  Jack rubbed his cock on her tongue, and then all around her face, trailing spit everywhere.  He forced it into her mouth a few times, and in her throat until she coughed, and then wiped it on her face again.  The whole time, Katie stayed still- just letting him soak her face in spit with his cock.

Julia was shocked by what she was seeing but couldn’t look away.  She knew she was intruding, but there was something happening deep in her gut that planted her feet and prevented her from looking away.  Jack continued his measured assault of Katie’s mouth, using her to harden his cock. 

He pulled the leash in and out, guiding Katie’s pace as his cock hit the back of her throat.  Sometimes he kept the leash tight, forcing her to hold his cock in her throat until she gagged.  The longer they continued, the more spit ended up on Katie’s face, chin, and now breasts.  She was regularly gagging, allowing Jack to guide her and doing nothing to fight back.

As alarmed as Julia was, something prevented her from intervening.  Katie looked…calm.  Julia kept watching, listening to the gurgling sounds and watching the scene unfold.  As she watched, she could feel her heart rate increasing, the nervousness and shock in her belly giving way to arousal. 

Jack was holding Katie’s head on his cock, and she began to push back on him to be able to breathe.  He jerked her back by the leash, Katie coughing and sputtering to catch her breath.  He took her chin in his hands, and spit on her face before saying “Don’t you dare push away from me you filthy whore…you take my cock until I tell you to stop.” 

When he then slapped Katie across the face, Julia reacted as if she herself had been slapped.  Instead of a cry of shock or fear, she let out a moan.  She had been so lost in the moment that she didn’t realize her hand had drifted up her skirt between her legs, her moan giving up her intrusion.

Both Katie and Jack looked down the hall, seeing Julia leaning against the wall pleasuring herself while watching them.  Julia’s face flushed crimson, and without a word she turned and bolted out the door.

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Best Friends Forever: Prequel- Ch. 7-8

This story is a prequel to Best Friends Forever, and Best Friends Forever part 2.

Start at the beginning here.

Jack

It was the eye roll that did it.  Michelle had rolled her eyes at him as he pleaded with her to reconsider the breakup.  It felt so dismissive, so demoralizing- now seeing Katie roll her eyes at him, it was too much- she needed to learn a lesson.

He let her say her piece, standing perfectly still as she berated him for his inflexibility and lack of reciprocity.  He made a mental note to consider the latter at a later time; perhaps he had been selfish when it came to pleasure, and maybe she would warm to him better if he rewarded her more directly.  At any rate, now was not the time for rewards- Katie had earned one hell of a punishment. 

“You will never roll your eyes at me again.  You will never speak to me like that again,” he said matter-of-factly, crossing the kitchen to retrieve the ring gag off of the counter.  “When I provide you instructions, you will follow them- to the letter,” he continued. 

Katie didn’t move or respond, her body language shifting as she took in the tightly bound rage in his tone. 

“Open your mouth,” he instructed, and she did so without question.  He inserted the ring gag, securing it snugly around her head.  Guess it wasn’t a necklace after all.

 “It’s clear that you need to be taught some manners, and reminded of your place in this dynamic.  I am the one with the photos, I am the one with the power- you belong to me, you serve me.  I intend to remind you of that, and provide you with some memories to recall if you ever feel the need to disobey me again.”

With that, Jack took one of the stools from the kitchen island and put it in the middle of the room.  “Lay across this,” he instructed.  Katie was too stunned and scared to disobey, and the ring gag prevented her from asking questions or arguing.  She did as she was told, folding her latex-clad body across the stool.  Jack removed some rope from his bag, and bound her wrists and ankles to the stool, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable.   He put a red ball in her bound hand.

“I am going to spank you, Katie, to teach you a lesson about how you are to behave.  My goal is to hurt you, but I don’t want to harm you.  If you’ve had too much, drop the ball and I will stop.  If you want to get back in my good graces, though, I suggest you take your punishment like a good girl.”  Jack could see Katie’s hand squeeze around the ball, and he began.

“You’re going to want to relax,” he coached her as he gently rubbed his hand over her bare ass.  He traced where the latex met her skin as he said, “it hurts less if you can relax into it.  If you stay tense like this, it’ll be worse for you.” 

He felt Katie’s effort to relax under his palm as he gently rubbed her.  He moved to her head, bending so that they were eye level.  “That’s it, good girl.  Okay, we are going to twenty.  This is going to hurt- just remember that I am doing this for your own good, okay?” 

She nodded, and the first rope of spit escaped from her mouth.  The ring gag held it open, and they both watched the spit trail from her mouth onto the floor.  Jack smiled, dipping his fingers into her mouth and moving her tongue around.  He teased her throat briefly, the action creating more spit.  He wiped his spit-soaked fingers on her face as he moved back to her ass, drool now freely flowing from her open mouth.

He planted his feet, taking a moment to marvel at her gorgeous form before he landed the first blow.  The slap rang through the empty apartment, and Katie moaned in pain.  “That was one,” he said simply.  He hit her again, creating a matching red splotch on her other ass cheek.  “Two,” he said, starting to enjoy himself.  He could see Katie fight the tension in her body, making every effort to follow his advice and relax into the blows.  She was fighting for control, but each blow he landed eroded her grasp. 

Jack landed 10 blows on her ass before he took a break to trace the welts.  He ran his fingers over her swelling ass, knowing that each fingertip would feel like a tiny knife to her sensitive flesh.  “You’re doing well, Katie,” he said gently, “you’re halfway there.  Just hold on a little longer.”  He landed slaps 11 and 12 on her thighs, the sound of his hands on latex sending a sharper vibration through the apartment.  He returned to her ass, delivering six more slaps in quick succession.  He was now hitting her with close to his entire force, and she was screaming with every blow.  Jack watched the red ball in her hand carefully, but she clenched it with determination.

“Two more, Katie, and then you’re done,” he promised.  She was whimpering, her body limp from the effort.  “I am going to hit you as hard as I can for the last two.  Remember this feeling and hold on to it if you ever get another urge to disobey me.” 

Jack hit her two more times, with everything he had behind it.  When he was finished, he stroked her ass, applying gentle pressure to quiet her nerves.  He came around to her face, kneeling to meet her eyes.  She was openly crying, her makeup running down her face with her tears.  There was a neat puddle of spit on the floor, her gagged mouth drooling everywhere. 

“Darling, you’re a mess,” he said gently, the affection clear in his voice.  He wiped away her tears, even though they continued to flow as she soaked in the relief of being finished. 

He left the gag in, scooping up some spit from the floor and painting her face with it.  “You are gorgeous when you’re messy,” he said, reaching his fingers back into her mouth to dance with her tongue.  Looking at her laying there, bound and gagged, her ass as red as her hair, Jack felt overwhelming gratitude and pride.  He was aware of how their bond had began- forged in blackmail and threats- but that afternoon she had given him a piece of herself that he didn’t think she ever would.  She could’ve dropped the red ball at any point, and he would’ve stopped- but she didn’t.  She let him hurt her.

Katie

Her ass was sore.  Her legs were sore.  Her jaw was sore.  Her hips were sore.  Her ass was sore.  Her ass was sore.  Katie couldn’t believe the toll that the punishment had taken on her body and mind.  She felt like a different person from a few moments before, and as Master untied the ropes binding her wrists and ankles to the stool, she barely moved.  She was vaguely aware of the ring gag being untied as she flexed her jaw, largely unbothered by the spit still running down her chin.  Finally, she felt arms around her as Master scooped her up and carried her to her bed. 

He sat, laying her on his lap.  He stroked her hair, his hands gentle.  If she hadn’t just experienced the beating, she never would’ve guessed they possessed such ruthless strength.  She wanted to get up and distance herself from him, but instead she found herself nuzzling into him closer.  Her tormentor’s arms now felt protective, his hands putting back together what he had just torn down. 

She clutched onto his shirt, desperately trying to right her own ship.  She breathed deeply, smelling his cologne.  Her body ached all over, but what was excruciating, urgent pain soon became more akin to the sensation you feel after an intense workout.  Katie was overcome with fatigue and found herself melting more and more into his comforting and stabling embrace. 

“You did so well, Katie, I am so proud of you,” he purred gently.  The sharp, threatening edge was gone from his voice, replaced with sweetness and care.  In truth, Katie felt a modicum of pride as well; she had held on for all 20 blows, and had not given in to the urge to quit.  She had proven something- to him, to herself- and it felt profound. 

She looked up at him, a world of conversation passing between them.  Her walls had been knocked down, and for the first time she wasn’t fighting his pull.  She felt centered, and, ironically enough, safe in his arms.  He had put her through it, and she had come out the other side- stronger, more sure.  He had somehow given her a gift, and she was grateful.

She nuzzled into him, stretching her legs out.  She was still in her latex outfit, and found that she enjoyed the feeling of the tight fabric fully covering her body.  Well, almost fully, she was reminded, as he felt Master’s hands trace the cutouts on her chest.  She didn’t move away from him, and instead relaxed further into his arms as he traced his fingers down her body.  The latex rippled around her curves, and she found herself opening her legs as his hand moved between her legs.  “Good girl,” he whispered.  “I think you’ve earned a reward.”

His touch was gentle at first, almost tentative.  He waited for her to part her legs, and then traced her slit with his finger.  Katie shivered, the intimate touch feeling like fire to her frayed nerves.  He gently parted her lips, his eyes searching hers as he stroked her clit.  She met his gaze, wordlessly giving him permission to explore her most private place.  He was gentle, considerate, measured.  He stroked her with soft, practiced motions, building into slow circles as she shivered in his arms.  He dipped two fingers into her pussy, this time to give instead of to take.  He curled them inside, sending a shiver through her exhausted body.  She opened to him further, freely giving him every piece of herself that she had left.  His arms held her, his fingers steadied her, and she pushed over the edge as if diving off a cliff. 

Katie moaned, her body stiffening under Master’s touch as she came.  She convulsed around his fingers, his strong arms holding her steady as he captured every shiver.  When she had settled, he carried her to bed.  He helped her out of her catsuit, Katie’s body too exhausted to be much help.  She felt him tuck the blankets around her, and a small, sweet kiss on the lips laced with gratitude.  As he turned, she grabbed onto his hand.  “Stay,” she said quietly, and he did.

She woke up in his arms the next day, feeling refreshed after a sound sleep.  She stirred, immediately reminded by the stiffness in her body what she had been through the day before.  Jack’s arms tightened around her, holding her close to him as he slept.  She looked at him sleeping peacefully and tried to reconcile this man- her friend- with the one who blackmailed her- her Master.  She felt awkward and unsure about where to go from here.  He had taken advantage of her vulnerability, and that was unforgivable. 

As she laid there in his arms sore from her punishment, though, she had to admit that it hadn’t all been bad. While she had been loath to admit it to herself, there was part of that enjoyed being used like that, and yesterday’s experience had been absolutely incredible.  She missed her friend Jack, and that was the absolute truth.  She wasn’t ready to lose him, and found herself willing to entertain the idea of living with a Master for some time longer. 

Maybe there was a middle ground, she mused, where she could still have her friend Jack and serve her Master.  She began to consider her options and was completely lost in thought as Jack stirred awake.  “Good morning,” he said tentatively, as he took in his surroundings. 

“Good morning,” Katie replied, matching his tone.  It was clear to both of them that something had shifted, and they needed to talk about it.  Jack broke the silence first.

“Look, Katie, I owe you an apology,” he said.  “I don’t know what came over me- with the blackmail, the photos- that’s not me.  I hope you know that.  Christ, I’m so embarrassed,” he said, his face flushing.  He couldn’t meet Katie’s eyes, which was a first.  She remained in his arms, giving him some time to collect his thoughts.  “I have no excuse- Michelle hurt me, and I felt out of control of my life- I saw an opportunity to have control, and I took it- at your expense.  You are one of my very best friends, and I can’t believe that I treated you like that. Last night, something happened.  A connection- I don’t know- I don’t even know if you felt it.  But when you gave yourself to me like that- I realized that I didn’t deserve it- and I desperately want to deserve it- deserve you.  I want you to know that it’s over- I will delete the photos- and I hope that you can forgive me.”

Katie was still, taking in his words.  She had longed to hear them for months, but now that she did, she found herself feeling sad.  “What if…what if I don’t want it to be over?” she asked.  He looked at her, confused.  “I mean, what you did was shitty- beyond shitty- but yesterday was pivotal for me too.  I did feel it- the connection- and it made me want more.  I want more of you, Jack, and I think I want more of Master too.”

Jack didn’t speak for an excruciating amount of time. Katie was essentially holding her breath waiting for his reaction.  Jack had always been a thoughtful and deliberate man, and she heard that level of measure in his voice as he replied.  “So, you still want to be friends? And you still want to…play?” 

Katie nodded, trying to absorb the impact of the words herself.  “Yes, I think so.  The truth is, I miss you as a friend- I miss Jack.  I really want you back in my life.  The real truth is that part of me has enjoyed the dynamic we have set up, and I want to explore it more.  Do you think we can do both?” Katie asked, looking up at him.

Jack kissed her- tender, then consuming.  “Absolutely,” he said.  Katie smiled. 

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Best Friends Forever: Prequel- Ch. 5-6

This story is a prequel to Best Friends Forever, and Best Friends Forever part 2.

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Jack

Jack stayed up for a few hours, letting Katie get into a deep sleep.  He finally crept back into her room, pausing to ensure that her breathing was deep and measured.  She hadn’t moved much from when he tucked her in, no doubt fairly restricted by the latex covering her body.  He sat on the edge of her bed, already feeling her warmth as her sweet scent met his nostrils.  He moved a piece of hair from her face, smirking as he realized that it was hardened with his cum from earlier in the day.  Her makeup was smeared, just as he liked it- he wouldn’t let her take it off before bed, knowing that he was going to use her overnight.

He traced his finger over her lips, picturing all the times he had seen them wrapped around his cock.  He moved the blankets down just enough to expose her breasts, the moonlight through the window dancing on her creamy breasts.  He circled a finger around her nipple until she sighed, causing him to quickly pull back- he wasn’t ready for her to be awake yet.  He moved to her other nipple, repeating the motion and drawing a gasp from her lips.  He let her settle again, waiting for her deep breathing to resume before tracing the latex fabric around her breasts.  He gently cupped one, and then the other, palming her nipples and feeling his cock throb as they hardened in his grasp.

He moved his body lower, so that he had better access between her legs. He wrapped her limp hand around his cock, enjoying the feeling of her skin on his.  He squeezed her hand around himself and stroked a few times, his cock instantly coming to life.  He was eager to get between her legs, but knew he would have to be careful if he didn’t want to wake her. 

He took the rest of the blanket off of her, smiling as he realized her latex dress had ridden up on her hips.  Her bald pussy was clearly visible between her closed legs, just begging to be explored.  He gingerly ran his fingers up her slit, the promise of wetness kissing his fingertip.  She shivered, and he held his breath as she relaxed back into the mattress.  He traced the outline of her pussy against her thighs, trying to get her used to the sensation of being touched before he moved her leg.  Finally, as she remained settled as he caressed her mound, he bent one of her legs slightly.  Her pussy opened for him, begging him to come in. 

He spread her lips, not yet daring to touch her clit.  He took in the gorgeous sight, blowing on her slightly to elicit a delicious shiver.  He ran his finger along the line of her lips, bringing it to his mouth to taste her sweetness.  He blew on her clit again, priming her to be touched.  He grazed her with his finger, her mouth opening in a gasp.  He knew that she was starting to wake up, but he couldn’t help it- he had to have more of her.  He flicked her clit gently back and forth, causing her legs to open further.  At long last he dipped a finger into her wet hole, instantly coating it in her juices.  He tasted her again, her breathing now shallow enough for her to wake up.  He dipped two fingers inside her as her eyelids fluttered open.

Her legs clamped closed on his hand as panic filled her.  “Shhh, you’re okay, just open your legs.  It’s me- I told you I would need you tonight.  Open your legs for me, you’re okay,” he repeated, his voice quiet and comforting. 

Once Katie got her bearings she relaxed slightly, her body still on high alert after being surprised.  He fingered her gently, coaxing her body to relax before he took her.  “That’s it, just relax, I’m almost done,” he encouraged, and felt her body melt back into the mattress as he stimulated her.  He brought her hand back around his cock, closing his over hers and motioning her to stroke while his fingers slipped in and out of her.

His cock was starting to twitch, and he knew that if he didn’t fuck her now he was going to explode all over the sheets- not that he minded making a mess, but he really wanted to feel inside her.  He climbed on top of her, her legs easily opening as he slid inside.  She gasped, her eyes looking into his, just barely noticeable in the moonlight.  He moved his hips into hers, his body rubbing up on her latex dress.  He put his mouth on her nipple, and her body squirmed under him. 

The more that he felt the latex against him, and her squirming underneath, the more he desperately wanted her.  He slammed his cock into her, no longer caring to be quiet or gentle.  He took everything she had to give, fucking her until she was screaming. He could feel that her pussy was soaked, and he was eager to add his cum to the mix.  He cried out as he came, exploding into her with all the force in his hips.  She stiffened under him as he filled her, her breathing heavy from taking his cock so hard. 

He got off of her when he was finished, tucking the blankets back around her.  “Thank you, Katie, you were such a good girl for me.  Sleep well,” he said, and with a kiss on the forehead he was gone.

Katie

The next day passed similarly; Master woke her up with breakfast in bed and used her while she ate, covering her face and hair in his cum.   He then showered her, taking care to wash her hair twice and make sure she was cleaned up.  Julia was due home around noon, so he made his exit shortly before so that Katie could collect herself.  She was excited to see her best friend, and all but jumped her when she came in the door.  They spent the rest of Sunday afternoon catching up on town gossip and hanging out, and Katie almost forgot about her surreal weekend. 

They fell back into their routine, a few more weeks passing with Julia having no clue about the double life that Katie was living.  The friends continued their weekly traditions of taco night and movies, and Katie was endlessly grateful for the blips of normalcy during her week.  Jack never infringed on her time with Julia, and it became a safe space for Katie to look forward to each week. 

Julia was heading home for a few weeks for the holidays, and for the first time Katie wouldn’t be driving back with her.  Katie had a clinical placement to complete for school instead of exams, which kept her at school right up until Christmas, and then had her required to return immediately after.  Katie was jealous of Julia’s extended break but was also looking forward to having some space alone – and without Jack, who would also be heading home for the holidays- to sort through her feelings. 

To her credit, Julia had given Katie space, accepting Katie’s explanations that her occasional changes in mood were related to school stress or her recent breakup.  The friends packed up Julia’s car (mostly with dirty laundry, in true student fashion), and wished each other a merry Christmas before Julia drove away.

Katie had the day off from placement, which was a gift she didn’t intend to squander.  When she got out of the shower, she heard a knock at the door.  Her heart sank until she remembered that Jack no longer knocked, and always texted before coming over.  She went to the door, opening it to find no one on the other side.  Just before she closed it she looked down, finding a box with her name on it at her feet.

Curious, Katie brought the box inside and opened it.  There was a card with her name on it on the top, the rest of the contents wrapped in tissue paper.  She opened the card, a cold sweat creeping through her body as she read the enclosed words.

My dearest Katie,

I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have you all to myself for a few days, so I am delaying my trip home.  I will be over later this afternoon.  Please be wearing the contents of this box- all of them- when I arrive, and be on your knees beside your bed.  Take extra care with your makeup- you know how I like to ruin it.

Sincerely,

Master

Katie dropped the card on the counter, nervous to see the contents of the box.  She gingerly undid the tissue paper, forcing herself to just get it over with.  The top items were some of her favourite makeup brands, including a dark red lip colour that she had been coveting- the hue she knew would play off of her hair spectacularly.  She found herself smiling at his generosity and thoughtfulness, the personal touch of the gift not lost on her. 

The next thing she touched was slippery and firm, all at the same time.  She pulled it out of the box, her nerves instantly returning.  She was holding a black latex catsuit, looking like it covered her neck to wrists to ankles.  It made her previous dress look modest, and she found herself feeling immediately intimidated. 

As she pulled it out of the box, a final item fell to the floor.  Katie bent to pick it up, turning it in her hands.  She wasn’t quite sure what it was- maybe some kind of necklace? She sat it on the counter, turning her attention back to the latex outfit- how on earth was she going to get it on?

She was beyond annoyed that Jack had completely monopolized her day off; now instead of catching up on tv shows and getting some Christmas shopping done, she would be spending the day at his mercy.  She carried all of her items to her room, taking some time to further inspect the catsuit.  It appeared to have some cutouts at the breasts, and between the legs- convenient, she thought, with an eye roll. 

With a considerable amount of effort, she wiggled and pulled and stretched her way into the outfit, the latex snugly hugging every curve in her body.  When she was finished, the smooth black material covered her from neck to wrists to ankles, but there were cutouts at the top of her breasts to expose her milky white skin.  There was also a larger cutout between her legs and all the way up her ass, leaving her most private areas completely accessible and exposed. 

Katie looked at herself in the mirror, feeling vulnerable and ridiculous.  She knew that she didn’t have a choice, though, so dutifully went to apply her makeup.  She left her hair down, the fiery red popping against the black latex.  She did a heavy smoky eye, thick lashes, and finished her look with the new dark red lipstick.  She was exactly right, the colour made her hair look like it was alive.  Katie added a pair of black heels to complete the outfit, and when she look at herself in the full length mirror, she was pretty impressed with the outcome.  She looked hot, she supposed, in a dungeon fetish sort of way. 

Katie went to the kitchen to get some water before the events of the day began, and that was a mistake.  As she was standing at the counter sipping her water and contemplating a snack, she heard the door handle turn.  Katie was frozen in place, her heels and tight latex preventing her from making a run for her bedroom.  Jack entered the kitchen, closing the door behind him.  Katie could see momentary surprise flicker across his face as he saw her in the kitchen, but he recovered quickly. 

“You look incredible, Katie,” he said appreciatively, removing his jacket and shoes and closing the distance between them.  He moved her hair behind her shoulders, skimming his hands over her latex-clad curves.  “Mmm, better than I even pictured,” he said, grabbing a handful of ass and pulling her toward him for a kiss.  This time she kissed him back, hoping to earn some favour to cover her mistake.  Perhaps she overcompensated a little too strongly, because Jack broke the kiss soon after. 

“Are you forgetting something, Katie?” he asked, his tone casual. 

“Yes, I know that I’m supposed to be in my room, but I was just getting a glass of water,” she replied.  There was definitely annoyance in her tone, as she hated it when he patronized her. 

“I thought my instructions were fairly clear,” he said calmly. 

“Yes, Jack, I’m not an idiot,” Katie retorted impulsively, “I know how to read.  I was just getting a water, relax- we can go to my room now.”  She started to walk toward her bedroom, but was stopped by his hand- roughly- grabbing her arm. 

“Master,” he said, his tone threatening.  Katie paused, taking a moment to realize her mistake.

“Christ, yes, Master,” she said, rolling her eyes.  “Now can we just get on with it?” 

Jack released her arm, taking a contemplative step back.  “It seems you have forgotten your manners,” he said, an edge to his tone that Katie would later wish she had heeded.  “I bought you gifts, and left you simple instructions.  Did I ask too much of you?” he said, clearly baiting her.  Katie was too annoyed with him to realize, and walked right into his trap. 

“You know what, Jack? Oh, I’m sorry, Maaaster?” she said petulantly, “Yes- you do ask too much of me.  I think I’ve been a pretty good sport about it, but this is nonsense.  Not only are you blackmailing me, but you seem to think that you can just waltz in on any day and interrupt my plans with no notice, and no thought to my…needs.”  She faltered on the last word as a puzzle piece fell into place. 

“Your needs?” Jack prompted, his tone curious, but not lacking its former edge.  Katie heard it this time, but figured she was already in too deep- she might as well speak her mind. 

“Yes, Master, my needs.  You come in here, you use me however you choose- but I never cum.  You leave me unsatisfied, yearning for more.”  Her cheeks flushed at that admission.  It was the first time she had considered it- but as soon as she heard herself say it, she knew the truth of the words.  Jack said nothing, so against her better judgement, Katie continued, “If I am going to be trapped in whatever this is- this dynamic- then the least you could do is get me off from time to time.”  She finished in a huff, already regretting her tone as Jack took a deep breath in.

“Are you finished?” he asked. 

“Yes…Master,” Katie answered, losing steam as she took in his rigid body language. 

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