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Dominated by the Maid Pt. 08

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Cal continued to toil away at his chores zealously in the hopes of completing them early and earning some well deserved free time. No matter how many character flaws Lara and Jenna had to complain about Cal’s behavior, no one could ever call him lazy or unmotivated. He was the kind of person who strove to achieve excellence in whatever he put his mind to. It just so happened that he was currently striving to suck and clean Lara’s used panties and complete all his chores efficiently.

He went through each of them, thoroughly sweeping the floors, cleaning the dishes, doing the laundry, and watering the lawn. Contrary to what Lara thought of Cal’s cooking skills he was actually a pretty good cook from his years in college. He prepared a few portions of the latest chicken steak he had been wanting to try out. It was pretty fancy for a 3 person dinner but he wanted to blow them away with his culinary skills.

‘Mom’s gonna love this dish, she’s an avid meat lover. This should be enough to get her onto my side. Plus, I want to see Lara’s face when she tastes it and can’t help but crave for more.’

Cal was finally done with all his chores and was left with 30 minutes to spare before Lara was expected to arrive. He quickly rushed to his room and turned on his laptop for some much needed reprieve. He was looking forward to this…

“What the fuck, Noooo!!!”

Sadly to Cal’s utter fury and dismay all his folders had gone missing, years of hard work in collecting all kinds of his favorite porn gone in an instant. There was only one folder remaining and the name of the folder made Cal want to rage but also cry at the same time.

“I’m holding your porn collection hostage, my horny little virgin slave.”

“I’m going to kill her, I fucking will definitely kill her for this. She’s not getting away this time.”

Cal was barely containing himself at this point, but it wasn’t just all rage. There was something about how Lara seemed to have Cal in the palm of her hand that turned him on, but admitting it only served to make him even angrier. He couldn’t bring himself to admit it but he was deeply intrigued by Lara and her ways.

“I can just go online, it will have to do for now. I’ll think about how to slowly get back my collection later on.”

Once again sadly, Lara had covered all her bases. The Net Nanny software logo was seared into Cal’s brain as he looked at it with deep hatred. It was just a trial version for the week. But it was a sign the next week was going to be an excruciating few days.

“Fuck, fuck and fuck.”

Cal let out a deep breath to relieve himself of all the pressure. He knew he needed to keep his temper in check and make sure he doesn’t mess up anymore. Lara had been ahead of him in all fronts as he was too emotional to think straight.

“Well, it’s not like I’m addicted to masturbating, I can go a week without watching any porn.” But there was a strain in his voice at the last few words as he tried to convince himself he could really do it.

He quickly switched his stock analysis software to divert his attention. He started working and soon got into the rhythm, soon forgetting his past worries. By the time the doorbell rang it had already been close to an hour. He had made a few more investments and sold some old ones making a good amount of money. Making money always did get him into a good mood, it was the next best thing at least.

He hurriedly stuffed Lara’s sock back into his mouth as he knew she would inspect it as soon as she entered him. He had thoroughly sucked the socks dry of Lara’s foot sweat and saw no point in humiliating himself when he was all on his lonesome. The doorbell had already rung a few times by the time he fixed himself up and opened the door. He saw Lara standing on the porch in her professional attire with her hair a bit astray due to the long day. She was somehow even more beautiful than in the morning for some reason. Maybe it was the casual secretary vibe that was very much to Cal’s likes. He opened the door wide and let her in before locking it shut.

He immediately pulled the sock out of his mouth and placed it on the floor before kneeling down in front of her. He didn’t want to give her any more opportunities to mess with him. He picked up a washcloth and started cleaning her shoes without looking up into her eyes. He knew he wouldn’t be able to contain himself if he saw even a hint of ridicule or superiority on Lara’s face.

“Welcome home Miss Lara, how was your interview today?”

“Hah, you actually remembered the greeting I was half expecting you to glare and yell at me after what I did to your porn collection.”

Cal stiffened at the mention of his collection, his years of hard work stolen in a moment by this swindling witch.

“Either way, it’s good you are learning your place in the scheme of things. But a slave doesn’t need to know things like what I do with my day and how my interview went now does he? Your only job is to wish me well and please me in every way possible.”

Cal was dumbfounded avanos escort for a moment as he finished wiping her heels clean to shiny perfection before looking up at her with a doubtful expression.

‘What’s she going on about? That’s so contradictory as fuck.’

Maybe Lara sensed it too as she let out a sigh.

“My bad, that was uncalled for. It was wrong of me to put you down when you were showing interest in my life unlike how you’ve been till now. The interview went really well, I think I can look forward to getting a full scholarship. I should know in a day or two.”

They both held thier silence as they pondered about the good news.

“That’s great Lara, I’m sure you’ll get it. I do admire you for persevering and finding a way out of your bad family situation and finally fulfilling your goals.”

“Hah, buttering me up now are we? Don’t think I didn’t miss you calling me Lara just now. You should prepare yourself for the incoming punishment.

“No, really. I mean it when I say I admire you in this, I definitely have some beef with your behavior the last few days but I’m not lying. It would be a cliché if someone like me who has never faced financial difficulty, who only had to study well and everything else was handed to him said I understand. But I have an inkling that it wasn’t that easy to rise above all that, so, I am glad you will be getting that scholarship. Nobody deserves it more.”

Cal always did have a soft spot for hardworking people who overcame hardships, he tried to help such people as much as he could by making secret donations and sponsoring kids with talent but no funds to back them up. Surely it was a small sum of money since he had just started working himself and was saving up most of his earnings but it made him feel good and felt it was the thought that counted. his parents had always been involved in that sort of thing and it just seemed natural for him to follow through too. After listening about Lara’s circumstances he had considered silently sponsoring Lara in case she didn’t get the scholarship but that was a wasted thought now if she was about to succeed.

Lara silently digested what he had said, her face looked conflicted as if not sure what face to show or how to respond.

“Thank you.”

The awkward silence continued for a while before Lara cleared her throat, breaking the impasse.

“That was some nice sweet and flowery, make a girl weak in the knees talk there, virgin slave. Can’t believe you couldn’t get even a single second date with such skills.”

Cal was about to retort before staying silent as he realized she was just saying it to fill in for the happiness and embarrassment that she felt from his praises. Her charming smile and slight blush told him all there was to be said.

“Now, get to kissing the toe caps of my heels, little slave. We have yet to evaluate your work performance.”

Cal bent down and gave her feet a few pecks, inhaling the scent of the leather. After the morning’s incident he had gotten past the mental barrier of such acts but it was still hard to kneel in front of his former maid and do such humbling acts.

“Now pick up those socks and spread them out for me to look at. Hmm… you must have sucked each drop of my sweat out lovingly, it feels almost as good as new.” She thoroughly inspected the socks before giving her approval.

“Now, I’ve got something else for you to chew on. Open up.”

She took off her heels and started to pull off her black nylon stockings. She bunched it up into a thick wad such that the gusset and toes were bunched together. She gently clasped it over his face, caressing it across his face and nose, forcing him to smell them.

“How is that? The gusset was just a few inches away from my pussy. If you sniff hard enough maybe you can catch a whiff of my pussy.”

Cal stubbornly held his breath as he knew if he gave in now, he might as well submit to her whims completely.

“Fine, be that way.”

She pinched his nose shut forcefully and clamped the wad of nylon stockings over his mouth making him panic. He had held his breath for so long that he was almost out of air and started to squirm. He was on the edge of losing all air when she finally let go and instantly clamped the nylons over his nose forcing him to draw bursts of air through the nylons. He had been right in that Lara had been trying to trick him, all he smelt was her rank sweaty toes mixed with her perfume giving off a unique scent.

“Good boy, now open your mouth unless you want me to do that again, this time I won’t stop until you’ve passed out. Try that with me again and you’ll face much worse punishment than some sweaty nylons. Got it?”

Cal swiftly nodded his head as he opened his mouth, obediently letting Lara stuff her sweat drenched stockings into his mouth. She pushed and prodded until the entire wad was in his mouth.

She opened her bag and reached in to pull out a few scarves and a roll of tape. She made a knot in the middle of avcılar escort a long pink scarf and shoved it in his mouth so that the stockings were stuck in his mouth. She wrapped his wrists together roughly with some of the duct tape before pushing him away and inspecting him.

“Much better, I liked your sweet talk but I think I prefer you when you are only seen but not heard. Let’s wait for your mom before we have a look at the chores. We’ll inspect it thoroughly so you can have a once over to make sure you didn’t make any mistakes. Go on hop to it.”

Cal let out a moan at the rough treatment but gave up on any thoughts of resistance as he wriggled his tied up and gagged body and left to check everything was okay while Lara went to wash her face and freshen up for dinner.

Cal went through each area except the lawn, it was cruel of her to tie him up and send him to re-examine everything as he wouldn’t be able to do anything with his hands bound behind him. Thankfully he didn’t find anything blatantly wrong with any of the chores. He soon heard the doorbell ring and knew his next dose of humiliation had arrived. He went off to unlock and was standing in front of the door before realizing his hands were taped up. He had to struggle a whole lot before being able to unlock the door with his back turned.

“What took you so long… Oh my, I see.” His mom giggled looking at his current state.

Cal made lots of groaning noises as Jenna closed the door behind her. He tried to indicate his gag to her which didn’t take long for her to grasp.

“You want me to take off the gag? Don’t know if I should though…” His mom’s cool attitude at his predicament and mischievous grin was starting to irritate him a bit.

“Okay okay, don’t be a grouch. Come here.”

She soon untied the scarf and fished out the stockings in his mouth by the edge of her fingers.

“What is it? I was kind of starting to enjoy your continued silence, I have lots of rank stockings which I go through everyday. I might just implement this punishment later on. Earn myself some quiet time and keep you out of harm’s way at the same time. A two in one.”

Cal looked at his mom in wonder and disbelief, she was really getting into this subjugating her son scenario that Lara had drafted.

“I’m sorry to trouble you Ma’am. I just wanted to greet you. I hope you had a good day. How did it go with the investors?”

“I’m liking this new routine dear, I hope you’ll continue to do this even after the week is done. I had a great day today, I think the investors are just rearing to invest in us. We should be able to expand pretty soon at this rate.”

“That’s great mo… Ma’am.”

Cal almost had a slip of the tongue but quickly corrected himself. Jenna gave him a quiet smirk but didn’t point it out to him.

“It’s okay Cal, you don’t have to always be a slave like Lara insisted, You are still my son after all. I think we should still share some Mother-Son time, which has been long overdue. If you ever call me mom or when I call you Cal it’s a signal for a timeout. But this can only be a rare privilege from your side, only when you have something important to say. I’ll talk to Lara about it. But other than that I’ll be treating you like Lara wants, like a slave who is here to work for our pleasure and not as my son, you’ll work hard and be trained and punished so that by the time the week’s done you’ll be remolded into a new man. I have been meaning to take you to task for a while now but have been busy with the investors and such, but I’ll be making use of this week to punish you for all the times I let you slip away before.”

Cal gulped and the ominous undertones but only inclined his head in a silent plea for mercy. He suddenly remembered Lara’s directive and kneeled down after picking up a nearby washcloth, scaring the hell out of his mom. She looked puzzled as Cal went about cleaning her shoes diligently.

“What’s this?”

“Miss Lara told me I should serve my superiors like this when they are either coming or leaving.”

His mother looked on for a while before yelling for Lara to come to her. Cal was almost done with his cleaning by the time lara arrived.

“Hi, Jenna. How was your day?”

“It was fine dear, what of your interview?”

“It went great, pretty sure I aced it.”

“Nice. Can you please tell me what this is all about?”

She pointed to Cal on his knees wiping her heels clean.”

“Oh, I see you ungagged the slave, I was hoping he would forget to greet you with it on. I just thought we should ingrain some values of respecting the matriarchy into him, hope you like it.”

“Oh, that I do, I haven’t seen him this humble in a long long time. I was wondering if I should order him to shine all my other heels too.”

“That’s a great idea. Finish up quickly slave, we don’t have all day. So… you heard her, what do you say?”

“Thank you Ma’am, I’ll work hard to make it happen.”

Though his words said one thing avrupa yakası escort his face looked disgusted at the thought of cleaning the dozens of nasty shoes his mom owned. It was one of her habits which he never liked, she liked to buy a lot of shoes which she rarely used or just threw into the closet without cleaning. That closet was almost like a dump which nobody dared to open.

“Oh my, my slave seems to abhor his work. I get it, that dump has been bothering me too. I don’t have the courage to sift through all of that. Good thing I have a slave who is willing to do it for me.”

“He’ll need some more training, a slave should accept any order given by his mistress without any resistance. We’ll get there though, within the week.”

They both giggled to themselves at that prospect.

Cal was secretly fuming at his mother for milking the situation and his services as a slave for all it was worth. He was stuck in a hard place where he couldn’t retort without getting the shirt back from Lara, and he needed to convince his mom to hand the shirt over to him after Lara gave it to her. Basically he was at their mercy until the shirt reached his hand.

“Would you give us a minute Lara? I’ll be right in with our slave in tow.”

“Sure, I’ll change and start with the inspection, then dinner after.”

“That sounds great.”

Cal’s mother went over to the sofa and sat down placing his gag, the stockings and scarf on a nearby table. She seemed to be in thought for a while about something, before leaning over and looking at her son who was on his knees in front of her.

“Mother-Son time dear, If you have something to say to me the limit is within the next 5 minutes.”

Cal looked uncertain on what to say exactly before shaking his head.

“I have a lot to say but I need to think on it if you are going to be mean about it and give me only 5 minutes to talk as equals.”

“It’s the way things will be for this week, I don’t want to interfere too much into Lara’s wishes unless they are completely against my morals.”

“Geez… I wonder where does strict bondage and gagging, slavery, whipping, and foot kissing lie in your moral compass.”

“Much lower than low-key sexual assault and unwanted facials for sure, especially when they are as recompense for said assault. Even if it was accidental.”

Cal stayed silent after hearing her response, he honestly didn’t have any rebut her claims. Jenna let out a sigh and stroked his hair for a bit like she used to when he was young. Cal reached to shake her off as was their usual routine before realizing he was still bound.

“Heh.. that’s plenty convenient. What did you mean by foot kissing though?”

“Oh, just another one of ‘Crush Cal’s ego’ rules by Lara, I am to kiss her feet whenever she comes or leaves.”

“Hah… that girl’s got a knack for this stuff. Wait… what about me then?”

“She included you too but that seems too weird for me to follow through with.”

“What’s wrong with pampering your dear old mom’s feet? Your dad used to do it too after some of my long hours.”

“I really did not want to know that.”

“My point is it hasn’t really changed much, we are still the same people you’ve known so don’t think too much about it. I’ll be expecting my pampering right after this break.”

“This is getting crazier with each moment. Can’t believe you are diving into this shit Lara’s plotting head first.”

“Oh honey, I’m not as dumb as both of you would like to believe I am. I just play along as long as neither of you cross the line. I think Lara is tired of all the hurdles life has thrown at her and this is finally her breakthrough from all that. She’s a good kid, she just needs some rest and someone to take care of and pamper her for once. The slavery thing is just her way of getting what her weary mind wants, either way, it’s quite understandable, what woman hasn’t wanted her own devoted slave who attends to her every need and whim. Especially if it’s the boy who only viewed her as a sex toy to fuel his delusions.”

‘I guess some of our blatant manipulations were pretty easy to see through. Still she hasn’t completely figured Lara out either. Considering the sexual diva she is on the inside I’m not convinced. I’m sure she has some other goal which reaches past just this week.’

“We’ll just have to agree to disagree. But that doesn’t explain your involvement in all this. Using your own son as a house slave…?”

“Hey, I’m a business woman. I never let go of any opportunities. Besides with your dad being away for months on end and after having to put up with your stuck up attitude I believe I deserve some pampering. On a side note you have only 30 more seconds to talk to me as a free man.”

Cal gaped at Mom’s shameless assertions. The time limit which he had forgotten about reminded him of his current predicament.

“Listen Cal, I am your mother no matter what happens, so believe in that I’ll always protect you and love you. This whole scenario just gave me the chance to vent my frustrations about you. I have also been thinking about some of my talks with Lara about your sister… Maybe I was a bit unfair to her and too partial to you. Since she and I were distant I wanted at least my young one to love me, hence not disciplining you properly for your indiscretions like I did with Hana…”

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A BIRTHDAY TO REMEMBER_(2)

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It started out like any other day I guess, if I really think about it. It wouldn’t end that way though. It was my 23rd birthday. I had been a full time slaveslut whore to my Master for almost four years. It had been quite a ride, and now that we were married, it guaranteed that ride would continue, or at least as much of a guarantee as you can get in today’s divorce happy society. I was born a nasty slut, and learned early, I love being used as a fucktoy with no say.

He has shown me depths of depravity I had never thought I could go to. Men and women have fucked me and I have willingly fucked them, in groups and as individuals.

He has required I stand and be used as a dog’s bitch and though that was unpleasant as an untried thought, I loved it as an actualized event, from the very first mount. Now the several dogs that live on our small farm in the country regularly take me, singularly and as a pack. I wear full sun-type dresses or ma kettle dresses as I call them. This fits with our country lifestyle and also works for Master, as he requires dresses with full flowing skirts and no panties underneath so he can take me without preamble of removing clothing. I am also ready to go to town and fit in if we need to.

After I fucked the dogs the first time. Master said they were my Masters, too, and that I must give myself to them anytime they show an interest and it is discrete to do so.

The dogs seem to know this, for anytime I venture outdoors, one of them, and usually all of them come running up if they aren’t kenneled, and at least one of them will nuzzle under my skirt to sniff my cunt and see if I am breedable. Since this is expressing an interest, I dutifully drop to all fours and throw my skirt onto my back, and take my mounting. Then in the peeking order of the pack they will all fuck me. One after another, the next in line taking up position in my cunt or ass, depending on what they find when they mount me, and the one just concluded fucking me moves around to my head for a sucking off. They seem to know I am required to suck clean the cock that fucks me. There are times I think it is the blowjob they are after. This is after all something I do for them no doggie bitch would.

I even have a Mistress who is submissive to Master, but Dominant to me. She is a real bitch, though don’t tell her I said so. Woman can be so abusive to other women, more so than any man could. She makes me feel so deliciously worthless when she uses and demeans me. Her humiliation of me is complete and total when I am between her legs licking her pussy or ass. I feel so worthless and so humiliated when she is training me. My Master never takes me to this extreme, at least not up until this day.

I awoke that morning in a good mood, because it was my birthday and I was in my Master’s collar.

I wear soft lens contact lenses. I hate glasses. This particular morning while I was cleaning one of my lenses before putting it in, it tears. It is Saturday, so I will have to wear my glasses until Monday, when the pharmacy in our Podunk town opens again.

It is my birthday and we have a celebration planned for that evening. Six couples, friends of ours, are coming over and they will likely use me as a slut and a whore for several hours. The perfect night for the birthday slut, er I mean girl. Now it’s going to be marred because I have to wear glasses. I was upset.

I went to the kitchen and Master was sitting at the table drinking coffee.

“Happy birthday mysti. How is my little kajira?”

I answered affirmatively, but there was attitude in my voice. I knew I had fucked up the minute I stopped speaking. Master had been warning me about my ‘pissy tone’, as he called it. Saying it was disrespectful at best, and served no purpose in the broad scheme of things.

He didn’t address my remark afterwards and that was what told me I had fucked up. Normally he would have a quip or words of advice or assurance of some kind if I was down or had something worrisome to me on my mind. But this morning he just rose and walked to the counter and put his cup in the sink. Then he walked to the alcove on the erzurum escort backdoor, where coats and etc., hang.

“kajira, over here, now!”

He spoke harshly in a tone that defied refusal. I jumped up from where I was sitting drinking orange juice and eating a toasted English muffin with cream cheese, and almost ran to where he stood.

“Yes, Master.”

He pulled a dog collar and leash off the coat rack and fit it around my neck.

“Take off your robe, slut.”

My robe landed in a heap in the floor where I stood a few seconds later. I stood nude before him. I slept nude and until I showered I usually just wore my robe around the house.

Master clipped the leash to the lead ring on the collar and turned to open the door.

He led me into the backyard to where a huge Oak tree stood as a bastion its shade providing respite against the summer heat. On the way he stopped at the tool shed and brought out another collar and a length of chain and three padlocks of varying sizes.

At the tree, he ran the length of chain around the base and padlocked it with the biggest lock. Next he put the collar around my neck and padlocked it on with the smallest lock. The end of the chain that went around the tree was then padlocked to the lead ring on the collar with the third lock.

“On your hands and knees slut.” he commanded me. I obediently went to all fours in the shaded grass under the tree.

“I warned you about your pissy tone with me, yet you persist with it. If you are going to act like a bitch I will treat you like one. You are to stay on your hands and knees and you will eat like a dog from a pan without the aid of your hands until I say otherwise.”

“But Master it’s my birthday.” I protested feebly.

His hand landed swiftly and with a loud resounding slap on my bare ass.

“Bitch dogs can’t talk, they only whimper or bark. Your birthday soiree for today is cancelled, you need discipline.”

With that he turned and went back to the house. I was in deep trouble already so I didn’t dare get up off the ground. I couldn’t get loose from the tree anyway.

After a while Master brought the rest of my English muffin and cream cheese in one stainless steel dog dish, my OJ in another and some water in a third. He didn’t speak. He just set them down scratched the top of my head as if I truly were a dog and went back into the house.

Mid-afternoon, he brought me out a dish with some lunch in it. It was vegetable beef soup, so I had to lap it with my tongue. It was slow going, but I finally licked the bowl clean. I looked for my Master as I finished lapping the last of the soup from the bowl, hoping he had been watching, and was pleased and would end this punishment. Other than his early morning “boner reducer” before I got up I hadn’t been fucked at all and I was getting horny. Master had usually fucked me or had me fucked at least four times by this time of the day.

Master had been watching, but also had Bill Caldwell, Master’s friend from the feed store in town, where he bought chow for the dogs. I don’t know how long he had been standing on the back porch with Master, but both were tossing back a beer and judging from the amount of tilt necessary to the can as they drank, they had been standing there drinking for a while. I was immediately humiliated.

Here I was, naked, chained in the yard and eating like a dog out of a bowl. I felt my cheeks flame beet red and then got the dread going as Master and Bill stepped off the porch and started across the yard toward me. Master approached and scratched my head like a pet doggie and spoke.

“Bill, this is my newest bitch. She is not purebred, so she won’t be bearing any litters for me. She is strictly for pet pleasure, but she has a bitchy streak I am going to need to train out of her.”

Bill wasn’t a professional dog breeder like Master, but he spoke as if he knew what he was saying.

“I have heard you can use limited doses of humiliation rather than corporal punishment to achieve the same end. The animal rights folks think it is a great idea, since you don’t have to gaziantep escort inflict pain on the animal.”

“I have heard that, how does that work, do you know?” Master inquired, continuing the act the two were playing out.

“Something like this I have heard.” Bill offered, as he unzipped his pants and started to pull out his flaccid cock. The first stream of urine hit me square in the forehead.

I dropped my head, feeling humiliated and disgusted. His urine continued in my hair and down my back until after what seemed an eternity, he must have emptied his bladder, for his stream stopped. While it was happening, I never felt so humiliated in all my life.

Here I was an attractive 23 year old a real hottie by all accounts, on my birthday, chained to a tree, naked, forced to act like a dog, and being pissed on by a man who was little more than a stranger to me. At the same time that I felt utterly disgusted and demeaned, I felt an excitation start in my cunt.

My interior cunt muscles began to ripple and the juices started to run, to the point I felt them trickle down the insides of my thighs. Don’t ask me to explain it would be impossible. Chalk it up to the complexities of the human mind. I was getting sexual excited from being pissed on. There was no denying it. The ripples in my cunt were the first signs of an impending orgasm. My nipples began to stiffen almost immediately.

Once his urine flow stopped, Bill quickly dropped to his knees in front of me. Grabbing my urine soaked hair he forced his crotch into my face. Guiding his still flaccid cock across my lips, I dutifully opened my mouth and took his cock inside.

As I began to suck his flaccid member to life, knowing a good fucking was about to ensue, and needing it badly, I diligently sucked the awakening fuckstick. I felt Bill flex his muscles and the last squirt of his urine exited his cock and into my mouth and throat.

As I swallowed his golden stream, I felt the orgasm begin in my cunt and spread its delightful warmth throughout my crotch and belly. I was totally debased and feeling completely humiliated, at this point, yet I was having an orgasm for it.

What was wrong with me? Here I was, collared naked in the yard, being pissed on by a strange man and having an orgasm when he pissed in my mouth. I know I am a slut, and I love it. I know I am a whore and will take on all cummers if my Master requires it, but even this surprised me.

I sucked Bill to a raging hardon, and he used my cunt until he unloaded the contents of his balls. I dutifully sucked his cock clean, and he rejoined Master on the porch.

I was exhausted. I lay in the soft lush grass, and drifted off to sleep in the warm afternoon sun.

I was awakened when Master came out and rubbed mosquito repellant all over my body. There was West Nile virus in the mosquito population and the sun was moving toward setting and the mosquitoes would be seeking a blood meal soon, so I was appreciative of this caring gesture, not to mention his hands roaming all over my naked body. I was a good three to four fucks behind my daily average, and I was horny as hell. It was my birthday for crimminy’s sake. I should be getting the royal fucking I was expecting and not this bitch dog treatment. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to be mad at Master. It was, after all, my undisciplined attitude that had gotten me here.

As he applied the Deet-based repellant, I heard noise coming from the direction of the porch. Looking that direction, I see several people on the back porch watching.

Master returned to the porch and the group assembled there are partying and having a good time drinking beer and throwing catcalls my way every so often. Master had left me a bowl of food. But I wouldn’t reduce myself to eat from the bowl in the presence of these strangers and acquaintances.

Full darkness descended before long and the revelry on the porch continued. I was feeling a bit upset that here it was my birthday and everyone but me was partying. Then the partygoers decided to include me.

One-by-one, they drifted out to where hatay escort I was secured in the yard. I was fucked repeatedly. At one point there were more than one out with me, and no one waited. Each found a hole to fuck, even if the preferred hole was occupied. I was cunt fucked, and my ass found itself full on occasion, too.

Any cock that appeared in that end came around to the front to use my mouth. I guess they all knew I had to suck clean all the cocks that fucked me. Even the ones who fucked my ass.

I had grown used to ass-to-mouth with the training Master gave me, so this wasn’t too bad. At least I was getting my daily ration of fucks.

My Mistress came out later. A few minutes before she came I had seen Master fucking her on the porch. I was instantly jealous. Master usually fucked me four-to-five times a day. Today though other than his morning wood, he hadn’t touched me. Now my Mistress, his slave like me, was getting her cunt full of his overloaded balls.

A little while later, amid my own fucking as another of the porch guests used my cunt, I saw my Mistress getting hosed heartily by one of the large black men that was partying on the back porch. He had already used me once, and where they were standing, my Mistress bent over the porch rail I could see his big cock pounding into her.

I heard her moan loudly then ask permission to cum, amidst the slap, slap, slap rhythm of their bodies meeting as they fucked. Master granted it and my Mistress orgasm overtook her.

“Oh fuck me. Fuck me hard with your big black cock.”

I wasn’t aware the noises had stopped until Mistress set a small footstool down in front of me and sat down.

She scratched behind my ears and patted my head as if I truly were a dog, then pulled her skirt up, and spread her legs, drawing my face to her cunt. She spoke and her words made me feel the humiliation of what I was experiencing again.

“Lick my cunt clean, bitch.”

I began to do as I had been commanded. Her cunt was a messy swamp of her own cunt juice mixed with Master’s and the black man’s cum. I licked and sucked drawing the cum out of her in great gobs, dutifully swallowing each mouthful. Mistress enjoyed my efforts as much as I enjoyed performing them. She commended me after I got her off with my mouth.

“You suck pussy as good as you suck cock bitch. But then you do love both, and it isn’t that you do it because your collar requires it. It is because you love it, you nasty little whore.”

I wasn’t allowed to talk since I was a bitch dog, so I just kept lapping at her still oozing cunt. She was right I did love it so. I knew if I could get her off again, the contractions of her cunt muscles would push more of the gobs of man cum from her depths. I felt the muscles ripple across her belly and she released her stream of urine. I felt the warm stream enter my mouth and the slightly salty taste and I gulped it down, as the biggest orgasm I had ever had ripped through my own belly. I gulped and gulped not wanting to lose a single drop. I was a committed urolagnist now and would gladly drink from the fount of man, woman or beast, for the tremendous orgasm it would give me.

Master released the dogs after our guests left. They all took turns repeatedly mounting and fucking Master’s newest bitch. Dawn was streaking on the horizon when the last one dismounted and came around to my head for his clean up blowjob. Then he too lay down beside me and slept as the others had.

Master came out mid-morning and released me. The boys had all started mounting and fucking me again, earlier in the morning, and all had had me at least once. Duke, the Alpha male German Shepherd was pounding away at my cunt for the third time this morning when Master unlocked the chain from my collar.

“When the boys are through using you, you may return to the house.”

No longer a dog-bitch-in-training I replied, “Thank you Sir.”

I learned from that day and I have never talked ‘pissy’ to Master since. All-in-all it was a pretty good birthday though I didn’t think so at the time. Though it started out slowly, I was probably fucked more than my daily average and I was taken to a new level of submission and I learned a new depravity that I found pleasurable.

Thank you Master for loving me. I love you for your knowledge and wisdom.

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Angela White

Shantel ran up the stairs dropping her stuff at the bottom of the wooden staircase. It was her last year of high school and senioritis had hit my daughter harder than a hailstorm on a glass mansion.

“Ok young lady,” I hollered after her sarcastically, “you’re eighteen now which means you have to pick up your own stuff around here.”

I shook my head grabbing her purple bookbag and hanging it on the designated hook on the wall. I walked into the living room and looked at her brother.

James was playing GTA on one of the flat screens and yelling at one of the people he was pulling a heist with. He looked exactly like me when I was young.

Tall, dark, and handsome. We had the same lopsided smile with a deep dimple in our left cheeks, amplified by our smooth chocolate skin. He was two inches taller than me at 6’4 as I was only 6’2. My family was always fit we ran in marathons together and stayed active in most sports.

My son is a wide receiver on his college football team and my daughter was awarded multiple scholarships for her skill as a volleyball player.

I was proud of my children and wish their mom had stuck around long enough to see how they grew into such magnificent human beings.

“Pops you comin we need you on the sticks asap,” James looked back at me his fingers moving furiously on the controller.

I handed James his beer and put my headset on grabbing my controller and looking at my screen.

“What was y’all doing?” I ask looking at how terribly this had gone so far, this is the last time we use your friends James.”The men on the other side of the headset began yelling about how they know this game and to just hold on. I laughed and shook my head as my son scowled at me.

“Y’all are bout to get killed by the police. What are those fools doing,” Shantel’s voice came from behind us as she leaned over the back of the couch studying our game.

Without meaning too i glanced at her large breasts. She had grown up to be all the reasons i had been attracted to her mother and it frightened me. She herself was about 5’8 with most of that being her long endless legs. Though we were all fit Shantel had curves like her mother. Her hips were heart shaped and matched the toned slopes of her butt perfectly. She had large plump D sized breasts which I had learned after reluctantly going into Victoria’s Secret with her.

The boys were endless in their desperate plight for her affection. However I had raised my daughter well and she focused most of her time on school and sports. As well as them being afraid of both her brother and I as we were very protective of her.

I was happy that my son was handsome and the women he picked up were beautiful but I was not prepared for my little girl to be as stunning as she was and this terrified me.

“They’re his friends,” I laughed looking back at the tv quickly, “everyone on my crew knows how to drive.”

She laughed flinging herself over the couch to sit between us, “Except James. He has always sucked at driving, in video games and real life.”

Shantel shoved her brother’s shoulder. He scowled and looked away.

“Shut up girl I know how to drive. Just cause I go faster than the speed limit doesn’t mean I’m a bad driver. Huh Pops?”

“Well can you go faster than the speed limit now son?”

Shantel laughed leaning against me. I looked down at her and smiled, “See, dad thinks you suck.”

I nudged her back laughing with her.

“Y’all suck,” James shook his head and noticeably increased his driving speed.

After finishing the heist and collecting our money I hopped off of the couch stretching.

“What do y’all want for dinner?” I asked knowing their answers would be little to no help.

“I’m not picky dad,” Shantel batted her long eyelashes at me and smiled. She had a round face with a wide smile like her mother though she didn’t get my dimple.

“Do we still have that steak we could do fajitas,” James pitched. I rose my eyebrows in surprise not expecting his helpful response.

“Fajitas sound good,” Shantel shrugged nodding in agreement with her brother.

I blinked looking at both of my children, “Is it cold in here?”

They both shook their head no looking at me with confused faces.

“Why daddy,” Shantel asked.

“I think hell just froze over,” I laughed before shaking my head and heading towards the kitchen.

“Nah Pops she’s the one who is indecisive,” James reached over and began tickling his sister. She laughed squirming beneath his touch. His hands gripped her hips lingering for a second before he pulled away.

I looked at James who side glanced at me then back at the television. What was that, I wondered as I walked into the kitchen.

Shantel lept from the couch and skipped behind me. She had always been a bouncy girl from the time she could walk she seemed to skip instead it was adorable earning her the name Skipper throughout our family.

“I am not indecisive,” She pouted, “I just don’t need to make decisions when I have two strong men to do it for bedava bahis me.”

I shook my head turning a smile in her direction, “What happens when you move out and are on your own. Then what?”

“I’ll just call you,” She shrugged as we rounded the corner into the Kitchen. I laughed and walked over to the fridge swinging the silver doors open as she pushed herself onto the counter.

“If you call me every time you need to make a decision you might as well not move out.”

“That’s an option,” she nodded her agreement and picked an apple from the fruit bowl on the island beside her.

“Do I get that option Dad,” James rounded the corner and leaned against the open wooden threshold.

“No, you already moved,” I laid the steaks on the counter and pulled peppers and onions from another bowl next to the cooking utensils, “C’mon y’all make yourselves useful and wash your hands.”

Shantel’s pouty voice emerged behind me, “Daddy can I wash the dishes instead of cooking.”

I turned to look at her, she widened her deep brown eyes and pushed her full bottom lip out towards me. Her lips were beautiful she was beautiful. I blinked turning away from her, “Yea sure.”

“Do I get that option,” James tried one more time sauntering his long body towards the sink.

“Nope your sister already called it.”

I heard Shantels raspberry blow towards James.

“Damn Pops I see who the favorite is,” he exclaimed sarcasm lacing his deep tone.

“Has it ever been in question,” I retorted chuckling.

“Ouch, I felt that burn over here,” Shantel laughed.

“And I smell them pits over here,” James wrinkled his nose, “Did you shower yet Skipper or are you just praying for a miracle?”

“Dad was praying for a miracle and got you instead,” she jumped down from the island causing her shorts to ride over the round slopes of her toned ass. I glanced at them jiggling lightly as she walked away not caring to pull the fabric back down. I stared too long, longer than any man should stare at their daughter and turned back to the stake in front of me. My eyes caught James still watching his sisters ass bounce away, before shutting off the water and ripping a paper towel from the roll.

I didn’t know if I should scold him or not since I had been guilty of watching her as well. I decided against bringing it up this time, but my thoughts returned to the tight grip he had on his sisters hips when tickling her on the couch. Was James attracted to his sister? Then an even more disturbing thought pushed to the forefront of my mind, was I attracted to my daughter?

The knife sliced through the raw steak easily as James reached beside me for the green bell peppers. I heard the soft whistle of water running through pipes and the steady rhythm of the shower being turned on upstairs.

“After this you wanna catch another heist or I could whoop your ass at 2K,” James’ eyebrows raised with his question as he too sliced through bell pepper.

“Boy you can’t even beat me in a real hoop session,” I replied, “Grab a skillet.”

His long frame easily reached the hanging frying pan “Ahh you don’t even have hops anymore old man. Look your knee is bothering you already.”

“Man your game is worse than your jokes,” I grabbed the skillet from my son and placed it on a burner watching the blue flames come to life.

“At least I can still play a game old man, when was the last time you made a basket, ’92?”

“Put your money where your mouth is son and I’ll meet you on the court.”

“Bet,” James replied laughing.

We worked together nicely and soon the strips of steak and seared veggies were sizzling their way to the plate.

“Skipper! Dinners done,” I called up the stairs hearing Nicki Minaj’s “Anaconda” bumping from her room.

“Coming,” she called back shutting off the music.

James was dishing the fajita’s onto a plate and I went to the fridge to grab a couple more beers.

“Mmm smells good,” Shantels voice rang from the door. I turned to look at her and damn near dropped both beers. She was wearing a thin white spaghetti strapped shirt that was very see through and wet from the water in her hair. Her brown nipples peeked through the fabric and the dip in the shirt showed the rest of her breasts very clearly.

The shirt raised up just above her belly button revealing her toned stomach and the piercing she fought me for when she was seventeen. Diamonds dangled to the waist of low cut- shorts- I guess they were shorts, maybe boxers. Either way they were tight and hugged her rounded curves forming to the shape of her young pussy.

“Jesus Shantel,” James croaked his voice raised in pitch, “Could you put some fucking clothes on?”

She looked down at herself and her eyes widened, “What’s wrong?”

I peeled my eyes away from my daughters toned body and onto the marble flooring.

“Daddy,” her pleading tone pressed my eardrums, but I was focused on keeping my blood even.

“Yes, babygirl,” I answered without looking at her instead choosing to casino siteleri grab my plate.

“Do I need to put more clothes on?”

I looked up first at my son who’s stare said yes, then finally at my daughter who’s round eyes looked almost hurt by her brothers accusation. She turned 18 three weeks ago and since then had been using less fabric and more makeup, though she didn’t need it.

“Maybe throw on some pants,” I suggested and a new top, I thought.

Her bottom lip sprang forth again and her eyes lowered, “Oookaay,” she groaned turning to go back down the hall and up the stairs.

“‘Scuse me,” James mumbled walking away without grabbing his plate. I knew he was headed to the half bath downstairs and my earlier inquiries were confirmed. I also knew that I wanted to do the same thing after seeing my daughter dressed, or lack thereof, like that.

Therefore both of my dreaded suspicions were confirmed and I swallowed against the anger I felt towards myself. To think that way about your own daughter is surely enough to send you to hell, but I couldn’t get the picture of her perky tits topped with stiff brown nubs out of my head.

I took my plate to the living room and listened to Shantels footsteps thunder down the stairs. Picking up the remote, I flipped from one channel to another finally stopping on ESPN the Cavs were playing the Heat and I cracked open my beer to take a sip. Shantel crossed in front of me, she had put on another pair of- could almost pass for underwear- shorts, but these didn’t cling to every part of her the way the others did.

“Better dad,” She chirped as she bent to set her plate on the coffee table in front of us. Her ass remained in my face and bending over caused the shorts to ride up and reveal the perfect butt that I had created. For a moment I imagined grabbing her round cheeks and spreading them. How long did it take to set a plate on a table?

She arched her back as she rolled up and then glanced over at me throwing a smile towards me. A smile unlike her cheeky ear to ear smile, one that I had only seen on her mother. I cleared my throat and gave a half ass response.

“You know I am amazing, but I’m not a glass maker. I can’t see the T.V. Skipper.”

Her smile fell, “Sorry dad.”

I patted the cushion next to me and smiled back at her feeling bad for some reason, “It’s ok just sit down.”

She plopped down on the cushion and tucked her feet under her butt bending to grab her plate. She took my advice and only changed shorts leaving the shirt, that left nothing to the imagination, on. I shifted feeling my dick growing harder in my pants. My jaw clenched and I tried to focus on relaxing so as not to become obviously hard in front of my daughter.

James came back and fell onto the couch beside his sister his eyes staying intent on the t.v.

“Where’d you go,” Shantel asked looking over at him.

“Had to take a shit,” he responded still keeping his gaze glued to the game

“Eeewww, nasty,” she chuckled again shoving her elbow against him playfully.

“Yes, can we have some table manners,” I chidded.

“What table,” James shot back.

To make a point I stacked my feet on the glass coffee table in front of us.

“Ahh,” James smacked his teeth his lopsided smile returning, “Man that don’t count.”

“It does in my house,” I raised the beer to my lips again and took a long swig.

“Yea yea,” he waived his hand nonchalantly. Shantel bent to set her empty plate down and then snuggled against me pressing her barely covered breast against my arm as she laid her head on my shoulder. I focused my mind on the game and not on the soft breast with a hard peak that was squished against my bicep. After James set his plate down she stretched her legs across his lap.

We were used to this, when the kids were growing up Shantel had always dominated our space stretching over us on the couch sleeping on our shoulders. It was truly a normal experience, but this time the air could be cut with a knife. I felt James’ tension as we both concentrated too intently on the t.v. not really even watching the game. From the corner of my eye I watched Shantel rub her feet together on James’ lap and I saw him sit up straighter bending his knee to push her foot away from him.

“Ain’t you supposed to be doing dishes Skipper?” his voice was low, almost inaudible.

“Jeeze, way to snitch,” she jeered sliding her legs off of him and sitting up. Her arms raised into the air and she threw her head back as she stretched feigning a yawn, she pulled her arms down behind her jutting her chest out and causing her plump breasts to jiggle. With a heavy sigh she stood up bending over again to pick up the plates and empty beer cans on the table. This time both James and I openly looked at her bent body.

She stood up and our heads snapped back to the screen. What is happening, I thought to myself. Not only were her brother and I both openly enjoying my daughters charms, but my daughter seemed to be teasing us with them. The plates clanked bahis siteleri as she stacked them then slid around her brother to walk to the kitchen. James looked over his shoulder then once he was sure she was out of earshot he turned towards me.

“Pops, what the hell is happening,” he turned towards me his eyebrows raised in disbelief.

I didn’t want to have this conversation, “I don’t know son maybe your sister is going through a faze or something.”

“A faze? Dad she’s rubbing her feet against my dick!”

I turned my head towards him, “She what?”

“If I’m lying I’m dying Pops,” he shook his head, “You need to talk to her.”

“What am I supposed to say to that,” I mused out loud.

“Maybe tell her ass to knock it off,” he shook his head, “We don’t do that weird shit.”

“Were you not just whackin off in the bathroom to your sister,” I asked turning my head back to the screen. I could feel his eyes burning into me.

“I was taking a shit,” he answered in a grumbled tone, “That doesn’t excuse the fact that she ain’t wearing no clothes, sticking her ass in our face, and rubbing her feet on my dick.”

I knew he was right and I knew that this was something I would have to address, “I’ll talk to her tomorrow when she comes home from school.”

Spring’s morning rays peered through the slits in my blinds and I sat up, the remnants of my dream playing out in my head. Shantel’s tight body shaking with pleasure beneath me as I made her cry out from my tongue. I looked down at the tent in the blanket and shook my head with disgust. “Not my little girl,” I groaned.

As if on cue I heard the everyday beat against my door, duh duh-duh-duh duh duh-duh.

“Daddy,” her voice called from the other side and I saw the handle turn.

“Just a seco-“

She walked in before i could tell her to wait, reaching for a pillow beside me. It was too late and she looked at the large tent with wide eyes.

“Oh my,” she said not averting her eyes. She drew her bottom lip between her teeth and slowly released the plump flesh, “sorry daddy.” Her voice was low and husky, almost…lustful.

“Uh, give me a second,” I grumbled covering my member with the pillow.

“I just…wanted to see if you wanted to go for a run. I’ll go…I’ll go wake James up,” her cheeks were flushed and she licked her lips before turning away. I noticed she was wearing a teddy bear t-shirt that I had gotten her during her sophomore year of high school. The t-shirt barely covered her round ass and strained to not ride up to her hips and reveal the light pink underwear she was wearing. My dick jumped beneath the pillow at the sight of her turning away from me.

“Close the door,” I commanded behind her and watched it swing close listening for the soft click.

I pulled the covers off of me and swung my legs over the edge of the bed shaking my head and replaying the image of her walking away.

“Stop,” I growled out loud and pushed up to go uncomfortably towards my bathroom.

From across the hall I heard yelling.

“Fuck Skipper! Don’t you knock!”

“Shit what happened,” I mumbled out loud and looked down at my boxers willing my member to go down.

“My bad James I didn’t expect you to be being nasty in here!”

“Jesus shut the fucking door,” James yelled at her.

I pulled some basketball shorts up on my waist, walked to my door, and opened it.

“What’s going on y’all,” I yelled stepping out to see Shantel with her hand over her mouth laughing a little.

“What were you thinking about bro,” she asked and turned towards me, “he’s in here choking his chicken.”

“Jesus Shantel stop barging in on people,” I responded rubbing my forehead.

“It’s not my fault you guys can’t keep your hardons down,” she chided swaying her hips towards her bedroom. “Get ready for a run,” She chuckled before closing the door behind her leaving her brother and I in her wake.

Each of us stayed active daily and tried to run every day except Thanksgiving and Christmas when we had decided the food would be allowed to take over. Spring was upon us and the bright early sunshine enlightened by new birds chirping happily around our trail made mornings the best time to run. Our feet pounded the pavement at a steady pace, having ran marathons together before, we had a synchronization that had been built at a young age for them.

The morning air was chillier than it had been these past couple of days and at 6:00 the sun had just risen to invite life into the trees surrounding our paved nature trail. As the sound of rubber on concrete kept pace with the heartbeat drumming against our ears Shantel began laughing.

“You guys wanna race,” she asked nudging her elbow against my forearm.

“You don’t have a prayer,” James chided, “and Pops’ knee has already given out at the thought of trying to catch me.”

My son was cocky and brought me back to the time that I was in college basketball before my ACL tore twice. It was a painful experience, both physically and mentally and I remember Cadence, their mother, being the only one there for me at a time where I felt helpless. Shantel had grown into a spitting image of the woman I had fallen in love with. A smart, ambitious, and determined person willing to try new things and wanting to experience life.

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