Message-ID: <10736eli$9804291431@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: sigh55@hotmail.com Subject: Daddy's Slave (M/f, inc, anal, spanking) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.incest Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6i6fff$52r$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Daddy's Slave Moving back in with your parents at the age of 30 isn't always your first choice, but my mom had died, leaving dad alone, and I'd just gotten divorced. Until I found a job, living with my dad didn't seem like such a bad option. We'd never gotten along well--he's a very authoritarian father and I was the typical rebellious daughter, but I figured it would be different since we were both adults. My mother had told me when I was younger that my father was very sexually aggressive. But now, at the age of 67, I figured that that was pretty much behind him. I was suprised to find that he would watch me as I moved through the house. I always took care to be fully dressed or to at least wear a big robe, but he watched me, nonetheless. I was both titilated and disturbed by his attention. And I was disturbed that I was titilated. At night I found myself fantasizing about what I'd do if he walked through the door and initiated sex. About three months after I moved in, my father started getting more bold in his attentions. He would walk up behind me while I was doing the dishes, pushing his hips against me as he put dishes into the sink. I didn't object and I found that my heart was racing after one of these encounters. Soon he was pulling me into his lap as he watched tv, something he'd never done when I was younger. One night his intentions became overt and he put his hand on my breast. I tried to get up, but he held me in place and his fingers pinched my nipple roughly. "It's time you earned your keep around here," he said intensely. "With your mother gone, the least you can do is keep me happy." I protested and tried to work myself free, "But it's not right, Daddy." "You're not a virgin, Katherine, and you're not a child. You're staying in my house and you'll do as I tell you." With that, he pushed his hand between my thighs and worked his finger under my panties. One finger pushed roughly into my pussy and worked its way into my vagina. I was still trying to get up, but tremendously aroused by the attention that I hadn't had since my divorce. "The punishment for lack of cooperation is a very hard spanking, young woman." I didn't think he meant it and I tried one last time to get off his lap. He grabbed me hard by the wrists, stood up and quickly turned me around, sat back down and pulled me over his knee. I knew he was strong, but I didn't realize that he could make me do what he wanted quite so easily. Before I knew what was happening, my robe was over my back, my panties were down far enough that my ass was exposed and he was spanking me hard enough to make me cry. After about 20 hard swats he stopped and his finger once again started probing my vagina from behind. I sobbed quietly over his knee while he explored every inch of my pussy, not even trying to be gentle. At last he ordered me to stand, pushed me over the arm of the couch and took me from behind with an insistance and energy that I'd never experienced before. I didn't cum, but that wasn't anything he was concerned with. After he was finished he motioned me to sit on the couch while he paced around the room. "You're more submissive than your mother, even," he declared with a smile on his face. I couldn't look at him directly, I could only stare down at the carpet while he enjoyed his triumph. "You'll do nicely. Go ahead and get a job, but you'll be staying here until I tell you you can leave. In the next few weeks we'll make you into a good, obedient little daughter. When your training is complete, you can start looking for a job again. Until then, your time will be spent serving me." He handed me a large three ring binder. It was full of pornographic pictures that he'd obviously been assembling for quite some time. "Take this to your room and look through it. Eventually we'll be doing all of the things pictured there. Tomorrow morning we'll begin your training first thing. You'll find a rectal thermometer in your bathroom. At 7am you will be sitting on the edge of your bed, completely nude. When I enter the room, you'll take the thermometer out of the holder, shake it down and lay on your stomach on the bed. You'll hold your cheeks apart so that I can put the thermometer in easily. You'll lie there quietly while I take your temperature and then wait for further orders." I nodded my head, crying quietly, but still unable to look at him. "You will say, 'Yes sir' when I've given you an order, Debra." "Yes sir," I managed to say quietly. I went to my room and sat on the edge of the bed, shaking. I slowly opened the binder and looked at the pictures he'd included. I thought I was pretty liberal, sexually, and not a prude at all, but what I saw shocked me. Women tied to beds with all kinds of things in their cunts and asses. Women being given enemas. All sorts of bondage, spanking, whipping. I was profoundly frightened, and yet, still a little aroused. Some of these were things I'd wanted to explore but didn't have the courage to mention to past lovers. I wondered, as I looked at the pictures, if this is what it was to be a submissive. In the morning I woke up an hour before the time he'd ordered me to be ready. I went into the bathroom and took a shower, rubbing my pussy some and realizing that while I was terrified of what was to come, I was curious, too. I didn't think that he would hurt me badly, but I had the feeling that it was going to hurt a fair amount. By 7 I was sitting on the edge of the bed with the thermometer sitting on my nightstand. He came into the room, fully dressed, looked me over, checked for the thermometer and waited. I stood up, got the thermometer, took it out and shook it down, handed it to him and slowly layed face down on the bed. My hands went to my ass and pulled my butt cheeks apart. I could feel the cold air on my anus as my father took his time in coming over to me. I could see him looking my body over again, almost savouring the moment. Then the thermometer poked into my ass. He sat beside me on the bed, twirling the glass rod in my ass, making little circles with it, sometimes taking it out and reinserting it. Each time I gasped slightly and the next action would be done a little harder, rougher. "Good, you followed instructions very well. Now it's time for your exam. Go to the dining room, climb onto the dining room table, heels on the edge of the table and your ass close to the edge. Legs spread wide. Wait for me there...and Debra, if you interfere with the exam at all, if your hands get even close to your pussy, you will be severely punished." I didn't doubt it at all. I murmured a soft, "Yes sir" and walked quickly to the dining room. As I climbed onto the table, I could see a smaller table off to the side with a number of objects on it, covered with a cloth. My heels on the edge of the table and my legs spread, I felt completely exposed and more frightened than ever. He walked into the room, almost making an "entrance". He sat on a shorter stool in front of my exposed pussy and grunted a little as his fingers spread my pussy lips. He probed my cunt with one and then two fingers, then removed them and rubbed and squeezed my clit making me gasp and squirm. The movement was met with a sharp slap from what felt like a piece of leather on the inside of my thighs. I cried out from the unexpected pain. "Stay still or that will be ten times worse." I couldn't see all that he did but I knew for sure that several different objects went into my cunt and were worked around, rammed harder inside me until I cried out and then a couple of different anal probes or dildos were pushed inside my ass. "We need to clean you out next," he said, apparently done with this part of the "exam". "Get off the table and go down to the bathroom." He'd left a slender dildo in my ass and I reached down to take it out and got another slap with the strap across my thighs for the attempt. "That stays in until I take it out," he said harshly. It was humiliating to walk from the dining room to the bathroom with the dildo bobbing obscenely from my ass, and he followed me closely, obviously watching the whole way. In the bathroom, he motioned me over the edge of the tub where he'd laid a towel. Hanging from the shower curtain rod were three enema bags, each with a long tube extending down to the edge of the bathtub. "Get used to this. I intend to use that ass of yours and each day will start with a thorough cleaning." I felt lucky that he lubricated the tip of the enema hose before pushing it into me. He gave me one long soapy enema to clean me out and then two that he said were rinses. "There," he said with a satisfied tone, "now you're ready. Get down to my bedroom." I moved slowly and he kept pushing me to go faster. "You should be eager to serve your father and master," he said, chuckling. "When we're finished, you'll thank me for every thing I have you do. You'll beg me for the opportunity to swallow my cum. You'll beg for the chance to be butt fucked. You will live to satisfy me before we're done, my lovely daughter." He closed the door of the bedroom and turned me around to look at him. He had a huge smile on his face and looked absolutely in control of the situation. While I continued to stare down at the floor, waiting for what was to come, he reached out and pinched my nipple hard. "This is what I've wanted since you were thirteen," he said. He took off his shirt and his shoes slowly, almost enjoying my anxiety. "Get on your knees in front of me." I sank to my knees, my face inches from his abdomen. "Unbuckle my belt, Debra. Unzip my pants and take my cock out. Gently, treat it nice. It's your master now." I slid his pants off, pulled his boxer shorts off and exposed his erection. "Now, lick it. Suck it nice. Did you do this for your husband, eh? Now you'll be doing it for me. And for whoever I tell you to to it for. Suck it...farther in your mouth." He grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth, making me gag. He began to face fuck me, but before he could climax, he pulled out, let go of my hair and said, "Face down over those pillows." I was terrified. I'd never had anal sex before. "But it'll hurt," I protested. "Quite probably," he said with a nasty chuckle, "but you'll get used to it. You'd better." I layed with my hips over the pillows, shaking uncontrollably. I felt one finger working between my butt cheeks. "You'd better relax more than that," he said, "or it'll be worst than it needs to be." With that, his whole finger pushed into me, making me cry out again. A second finger was jammed into my ass and he began pistoning them in and out slowly. He pulled his fingers out and positioned his cock at the entrance to my ass. Pushing insistantly, he entered me and gasped with pleasure. It hurt worse than anything I'd ever experienced sexually but I willed myself to relax the muscles as much as I could as he rode me from behind. I could feel the friction of his cock plunging in and out of me and eventually the motion of the pillows against my pussy brought me close to orgasm. He came inside me, pounding two or three times against my sore ass and then collapsed on top of my back. "That's worth repeating," he said in my ear. "This is just the beginning of the pleasure you're going to give me." (To be continued.) -----== Posted via Deja News, The Leader in Internet Discussion ==----- http://www.dejanews.com/ Now offering spam-free web-based newsreading -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |