Even though she kept muttering ‘please mommy’ she wasn’t our daughter. Actually, she could be, if my wife wanted it. With her mind wiped, her old life erased, she could be whatever we wanted. Right now she was happy, and that was enough. No more worries, no more thoughts about work or school. She was just a good girl, it’s the only thing she knew now because it’s all we told her. She was a good girl, and good girls did whatever mommy and daddy asked. Why would she ever want anything else, when she felt so good?
Xinyi was happy. She had found the right man. The type of super rich guy whose credit card had no limits, but who was way too busy with work to bother you while you were enjoying the happiness of endless money. Sure, in the beginning, she had played the servile and dutiful girl, she had adored him, made her doo-doo eyes and had showered him with kisses, giggles and blowjobs. Just what was needed to get the ring on her finger. After the wedding, she was busy spending his money while he was buried in work. For Xinyi, that was a quite fair arrangement. She knew they called her a “gold digger”, but she didn’t care. If you wanted to hit the jackpot in life, you needed to be ruthless. If he had been foolish enough to marry her just because of a few blowjobs – that was his fault, right? A girl had to think of herself. And gullible men were easy prey for girls like her. He could always file for divorce, if he wanted. It didn’t matter to her. She’d get half of his fortune and be completely free.
“I bought you something”, he told her one evening, as she admired the new earrings she had spent the price of a luxury class car on.
“Oh, why, thank you darling!”, she chimed. What a cute and moldable man he was. Still showering her with gifts! “What is it?”
“A necklace.”
“Oooooh”, Xinyi purred. “Does it go well with my new earrings.”
He nodded. “Close your eyes”, he said.
Xinyi giggled like she had done back in the days when she had been wooing him, and closed her eyes. If the man wanted to give her more gifts, maybe she’d condescend to get laid tonight. She hadn’t opened her legs for him for… was it weeks or months? Time passed so quickly. But money always triggered her. Well… at least a kiss. He had earned that much.
Xinyi felt something heavy close around her neck. It didn’t feel like a necklace. It was big. More like a – collar. She blinked. Her husband fastened the buckle behind her with a faint clicking sound. It felt… tight. Very tight. And stiff. Xinyi tried to turn her head or lower her chin but the collar held her head in place.
“What the…!”, she exclaimed.
“Shhhh, calm!”, said the voice of her husband. Xinyi immediatly felt calm. Relaxed. Why had she been upset? Right, the… thing. Around her neck. She felt her breathing slowing, her muscles relaxing. Calm.
“It works”, said her husband. It sounded almost surprised. She wanted to turn her head again, but couldn’t.
“Horny”, she heard him say. Xinyi frowned. What the hell was he talking about…? She opened her mouth to say something, but all that came out was a loud moan. Suddenly she was aware that her pelvis seemed on fire, her face felt flushed, her pulse had quickened. “Unnghhh”, she said. She needed to…
“Fuck!”, she said.
The man, her husband, the… gullable rich guy stepped in front of her, a smug grin on his face. “What was that?”, he said.
“Fuckfuck”, Xinyi answered. “Fuck… me. Please?” She felt her pussy spasming, her legs felt wobbly. She needed to… fuckfuckfuck. Her eyes had trouble focussing. “Please?”, she moaned.
“I admit I was sceptical about this ‘emotion control collar’”, she heard him say, although his words didn’t really make sense through the red haze of desire that clouded her brain. “But it really seems to work on you.”
“Fuck, please!”, she pleaded, stumbling and falling into his arms.
“Not so fast, darling”, he said. “I think it’s time to thoroughly change your attitude, once and for all.” He hesitated, thoughtful, for a moment. “Submissive!”, he ordered then. “Docile! Modest! Diligent!”
Xinyi felt tiny waves rippling through her body. She fell on her knees. Eyes on the floor. She wanted to beg him to fuck her, but wasn’t sure if that was proper behaviour.
“Dumb! Raunchy!”, he said.
She looked up at him, with doe-like eyes. “Licky-licky?”, she asked, pleading, opening her mouth. He laughed, a long, deep laughter, and finally unbuckled his belt.
“Me good fuck! Me need fuck!”, Xinyi said, but was interrupted by the cock entering her mouth. She immediatly did her duty diligently. As she deepthroated her Master’s cock, she felt his pat on her head.
Xinyi was happy. She had found the right man. The type of super rich guy whose credit card had no limits, but who was way too busy with work to bother you while you were enjoying the happiness of endless money. Sure, in the beginning, she had played the servile and dutiful girl, she had adored him, made her doo-doo eyes and had showered him with kisses, giggles and blowjobs. Just what was needed to get the ring on her finger. After the wedding, she was busy spending his money while he was buried in work. For Xinyi, that was a quite fair arrangement. She knew they called her a “gold digger”, but she didn’t care. If you wanted to hit the jackpot in life, you needed to be ruthless. If he had been foolish enough to marry her just because of a few blowjobs – that was his fault, right? A girl had to think of herself. And gullible men were easy prey for girls like her. He could always file for divorce, if he wanted. It didn’t matter to her. She’d get half of his fortune and be completely free.
“I bought you something”, he told her one evening, as she admired the new earrings she had spent the price of a luxury class car on.
“Oh, why, thank you darling!”, she chimed. What a cute and moldable man he was. Still showering her with gifts! “What is it?”
“A necklace.”
“Oooooh”, Xinyi purred. “Does it go well with my new earrings.”
He nodded. “Close your eyes”, he said.
Xinyi giggled like she had done back in the days when she had been wooing him, and closed her eyes. If the man wanted to give her more gifts, maybe she’d condescend to get laid tonight. She hadn’t opened her legs for him for… was it weeks or months? Time passed so quickly. But money always triggered her. Well… at least a kiss. He had earned that much.
Xinyi felt something heavy close around her neck. It didn’t feel like a necklace. It was big. More like a – collar. She blinked. Her husband fastened the buckle behind her with a faint clicking sound. It felt… tight. Very tight. And stiff. Xinyi tried to turn her head or lower her chin but the collar held her head in place.
“What the…!”, she exclaimed.
“Shhhh, calm!”, said the voice of her husband. Xinyi immediatly felt calm. Relaxed. Why had she been upset? Right, the… thing. Around her neck. She felt her breathing slowing, her muscles relaxing. Calm.
“It works”, said her husband. It sounded almost surprised. She wanted to turn her head again, but couldn’t.
“Horny”, she heard him say. Xinyi frowned. What the hell was he talking about…? She opened her mouth to say something, but all that came out was a loud moan. Suddenly she was aware that her pelvis seemed on fire, her face felt flushed, her pulse had quickened. “Unnghhh”, she said. She needed to…
“Fuck!”, she said.
The man, her husband, the… gullable rich guy stepped in front of her, a smug grin on his face. “What was that?”, he said.
“Fuckfuck”, Xinyi answered. “Fuck… me. Please?” She felt her pussy spasming, her legs felt wobbly. She needed to… fuckfuckfuck. Her eyes had trouble focussing. “Please?”, she moaned.
“I admit I was sceptical about this ‘emotion control collar’”, she heard him say, although his words didn’t really make sense through the red haze of desire that clouded her brain. “But it really seems to work on you.”
“Fuck, please!”, she pleaded, stumbling and falling into his arms.
“Not so fast, darling”, he said. “I think it’s time to thoroughly change your attitude, once and for all.” He hesitated, thoughtful, for a moment. “Submissive!”, he ordered then. “Docile! Modest! Diligent!”
Xinyi felt tiny waves rippling through her body. She fell on her knees. Eyes on the floor. She wanted to beg him to fuck her, but wasn’t sure if that was proper behaviour.
“Dumb! Raunchy!”, he said.
She looked up at him, with doe-like eyes. “Licky-licky?”, she asked, pleading, opening her mouth. He laughed, a long, deep laughter, and finally unbuckled his belt.
“Me good fuck! Me need fuck!”, Xinyi said, but was interrupted by the cock entering her mouth. She immediatly did her duty diligently. As she deepthroated her Master’s cock, she felt his pat on her head.
The new teacher was incredibly young. Apparently she was some kind of super intelligent crack, some “intellectually gifted” or whatnot, who had skipped several grades and then had finished university in no time. Basically, in a nutshell, she was just a few years older than Steve.
But somehow, all that overachievement hadn’t saved her from starting her career at one of the worst schools in the worst neighbourhood. Why she hadn’t applied for a private school, Steve could not imagine. Maybe because of goodwill and the moral urge to help the “difficult youth”, or some stupid stuff like that.
Steve didn’t care. He drooled over her as soon as she set foot into the classroom. Steve was, in basically every aspect, the opposite of “Mrs. Kato”. His grades were abysmal, and he didn’t care. Teachers feared him. More precise: They feared his father. And his whole clan. It was an open secret that Steve belonged to the clan who ruled the streets and the drugs in the city. Even Steve himself feared his own father, it was that fear which kept him at school at all.
But “Mrs. Kato” did not seem to know.
Nobody had told her, apparently. And she was naive enough to treat him just like any other student. Worse: It turned out that the young, innocent looking teacher actually had a quite severe and strict side. Steve didn’t care that much about bad grades (although he had to explain those to his father, and that was a problem), but he cared a lot about being humiliated in front of others. There was a danger in being seen as weak. And recieving a stern lecture from a tiny Asian bitch certainly made Steve look weak. The first time, he was way too surprised to react. And then it was too late. His mates were laughing already.
“I will fuck your ass, cunt!”, he said.
The young woman did not shy away at all. She stared at him, firm. Holding ground. Only when he looked away did Steve realize that he had just lost a staring contest against a fucking girly teacher with slant eyes.
“You just earned yourself some extra homework, Steve, and I want to talk to your father next week”, Mrs. Kato said. Fucking nobody “wanted” to talk to his father! Teachers were happy certainly NOT to talk to his father!! But if she really did, he’d be in big trouble, because, although he was, of course, a mobster, his father had a very strange belief in manners and good grades.
Steve went home, fuming. A part of him still wondered how this could have happened at all, another was filled with rage and hate about that Asian teacher bitch. He so wanted to teach her a lesson!
And why not just break into her house and beat her and rape her? Or assault her in the street? But if his father found out… His father did not care one single bit if Steve mishandled one of the prostitutes in the street – but we would care if Steve misbehaved against a teacher. (Luckily enough, no teacher was really aware of this; they were all way too afraid of his father. The Asian bitch had called his bluff, and he suddenly found himself with an empty hand).
Frustrated, Steve went online. Into the depths of the dark web. His clan owned some porn sites and porn servers that normally only catered to rich people. Like… very rich people, with very exquisite tastes. Steve did have some of the passwords to sidestep the payment. He wasn’t really supposed to, but nobody really cared. He also normally did not use them. Why having stupid weird online sex if you can fuck a real girl? But today, he wanted to humiliate an Asian bitch, and there were none in the city. He logged onto a Japanese server, and clicked on a profile that said “Yumi, 19, submissive, wants to be degraded and abused”.
As the webcam on the other side flickered to life, Steve stared at the picture. For a moment he thought his rage and imagination played a trick on him.
“Well, Mrs. Kato!”, he said then, slowly. “Or should I call you ‘Yumi’?”
His teacher, dressed in some slutty lingerie, froze. “How did you…? How…? This is a Japanese server! You cannot… This is very expensive. It’s impossible, that you… You… I… I…”.
Shock was replaced by fear on the finely chiselled features.
“Please don’t tell anyone!”, she whispered. “This is… just my amusement. I relax when I…”
“Shut the fuck up, Yumi”, Steve said. “I fucking don’t care why you do this or if you need to escape your life as a strict teacher by playing the submissive slut. But if you don’t want the whole school to know about this account, you meet me tomorrow after lessons in the class room. Alone.” He paused. And grinned. “And I want you to wear that slutty stuff under your teacher’s outfit for the whole day.”
Steve logged off.
He knew she would comply.
The next day, Mrs. Kato did not address him once during lessons. But every time she passed by, he imagined the things he would do to her.
After school, she stayed behind, as ordered. Steve closed the door. “Strip, Yumi!”, he said. “Strip for me, and make it look good.”
She did.
As she stood before him, in bra and pantyhose, she was not intimidating at all anymore. She was just a frightened stupid bitch who needed to be taught a lesson. Steve felt his cock rock hard in his pants. He walked over to her.
“Listen, slut”, he said, softly. “I own you. I own you completely. Your cunt, your ass, your body, your soul.”
She shivered and looked down, meekly. She knew he was right.
“Today, I will fuck your brains out, and you will put on a show for me like the submissive little slut that you are. I will spank your ass flaming red to teach you what it means to cross me. And from today on, we will play a game. Every day. The game is called: You obey. Everything I say. If I tell you to come to school with two fucking huge dildos stuffed into your holes, you will do that. If I tell you to get on your knees and suck all my friends in class, you will do that. If I order you to seduce another teacher, you will try everything in your power to do just that. Rest assured the headmaster and your other superiors outside of this school will never find out about any of this, if you play your cards right. You can keep your job and your dignity for the rest of the outside world, but for me, for me and my friends, you are, from today on, our slutty bitch. And I have a very big imagination, believe me. From today on, you will be my cum dump, ‘Yumi’, my slave, my bitch, my fuck doll. I will find million ways to humiliate you and to reward you with my cock. Are we understood?”
She looked up at him, fear in her eyes. Nodding slightly.
“Are we understood, bitch?”
“Yes, sir”, she whispered. She knew the codes. Of course she knew. She played the submissive slut for paying customers online, after all. She probably knew one or two quite interesting things.
“Great”, Steve said, smiling. “Now bend over, spread your cheeks and beg me to assfuck you! And try to stay quiet, before somebody hears you.”
As he rammed his big, hard cock into the whimpering teacher, Steve thanked fate for having sent her to his school.
Totally forgot about this blackmailing story of mine. Maybe some of you have too, so here’s a repost.
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Hermione hadn’t expected the spell to feel sogood.
She’d known it would feel pleasant, of course. She’d created it,
painstakingly, secretly, over more than a month, as an anniversary present for
Ron. They’d married shortly after she finished her advanced studies
post-Hogwarts, and at first they’d both been very happy. Then, slowly, Ron had
started pushing things in the bedroom. Hermione knew he was more experienced
than her, but some of the things he wanted, the power and control—she just
couldn’t agree to that!
But she knew he was unhappy about it. He wanted more, and
she wanted to give him more—but she just couldn’t enjoy the things he wanted.
At least… not as she was normally. There was, she realized, a way she could
make herself enjoy it. Spells to increase libido, dampen the critical
faculties, enhance pleasure, reward submission. Dangerous spells, spells deep
in the gray area between the fully accepted and the Unforgivable. But she’d
found ways to study them, cracking the theory behind them, and slowly pieced
together a spell that combined elements of all of them, a spell that would make
her less intelligent, more submissive and sexually pliant. The hard part had
been making sure it would wear off in a day, but she’d… something.
It was getting hard to remember. The spell was working, and
it felt incredible. Her thoughts were
sluggish and she was getting more distracta—a wave of lust tingled through her
body. She’d put on her old Hogwarts uniform but left most of the buttons
undone—Ron seemed to have a… whatsitcalled. A thing for uniforms. And tits.
Tits! She’d never think that word before. It was a naughty
word! She giggled, still carefully aiming the wand at her head. The pink light
flowing from it felt like it was cleaning her out, sweeping away all the bad
stuff. All the nasty second thoughts and hesitations and implications and
rules. She felt so good, so happy and
horny, she just couldn’t wait until Ron got—
The door opened and Ron stared at his wife. “Um. Hermione?
What are you doing.”
The light faded and Hermione lowered the wand. “Uhhh… I
forget.” With Ron here, all she could think about was him tearing her panties
off and pinning her down on their bed. She waved in the general direction of
the little table by the door. “I left a note.” She giggled again.
Ron read it, his eyes getting wider as he read what she’d
done, and her promise to fulfill his every fantasy for the next 24 hours. Then
he looked up at Hermione. “Really?”
She smiled. “Uh-huh. Happy anni… thingy, honey!”
Ron grabbed her arm and half-dragged her to the bedroom, not
that he needed to. She laughed and followed him eagerly. She squealed as he
flung her onto the bed, and then spread her legs wide. “Please…” she moaned,
rubbing her va—her vaj… her pussy
through her panties. “Please Ron… fuck me…”
His trousers hit the floor, followed by his briefs a moment
later. His long, hard cock stood at attention, and Hermione’s mouth watered at
the sight of it. “How badly do you want it?” he asked her.
Hermione moaned. “Please… I’ll do anything, I need you so bad
Ron..!”
Ron grinned. “Anything?”
–
They fucked four times that night. The first time was hard,
animalistic, desperate, the best sex either of them had ever had. The second,
Ron started by teasing Hermione, toying with her body until she thought she
would explode, or would have if she could still think, and only when she was
reduced to incoherent pleading did he finally take her and it was even better.
The third time he made her kneel and call him Master, licking and stroking his
cock until it was hard again, and then roughly ordered her to fuck him, which
was better still. By the fourth time they were both tired, but he ordered her
to get him hard yet again, then get on top and fuck him while chanting that she
was a dumb slut and his property—and that was the best of all.
Hermione woke the next morning feeling like her head was
stuffed with fuzz, which was pretty normal for mornings. But it didn’t unfuzz.
She remembered the night before like a whirlwind of pleasure and sensation,
vague images rising out of a general sea of bliss. She smiled at Ron’s sleeping
form, but something was tickling at the back of her head.
The spell’s wearing
off. It only lasts 24 hours, I cast
it yesterday evening, and it’s early afternoon now. That means there’s only—
She shook her head. Whatever, that was boring. The spell was fun, she didn’t want to think about
it ending, she wanted to fuck Ron some more. She snuggled against him, sliding
her hand slowly down his body to his cock. Hermione gently stroked him, feeling
him getting harder in her hand.
She looked up into his open eyes. “Hmm, I bet I know what you want,” he said teasingly.
“Cock?” she asked hopefully.
“Sure,” he said. Then he took her hand and pulled it off
him. “After breakfast.”
Hermione pouted. “Pleeeeaaase, Master?”
“Breakfast first,” Ron said firmly. “Then fucking.”
She sighed and slid out of bed. Obeying him felt good, but
not as good as fucking him. As she
walked toward the kitchen, she thought about what to make. Weirdly, she had no
trouble remembering what ingredients they had or what recipes she knew.
That’s the exception
for domestic tasks and roleplay, she thought. Since Ron likes French maids so much.
It was like there was another voice in her head, the smart,
boring Hermione she used to be, and it kept poking through the nice fluffy pink
clouds before they covered it up again.
Metaphor. I’m getting
smarter again.
But the thoughts were distracting. She needed to focus on
breakfast! Cracking eggs, whisking them, scrambling them. Ron watched her from
the kitchen table while she cooked. He was naked and rock hard, and that was so
distracting there wasn’t room for anything but that and cooking.
She set the plate of eggs and bacon down in front of him and
then knelt by his chair. “What about your breakfast, pet?” he asked, and
gestured to his cock.
It took Hermione’s addled brain a moment to understand, but
then she eagerly rushed to obey, engulfing the head of his cock in her mouth. I didn’t used to like this, she thought,
but that was silly. It felt so good, how could she have ever refused?
Ron—Master—soon came in her mouth, and she swallowed him
down happily. Not much longer, she
thought as she gazed up at him. “I wish I could feel like this forever,” she
said.
Ron looked down at her. “You mean that?”
She nodded emphatically. “Uh-huh! This feels so good! But
the spell’s gonna end soon…”
Ron stroked her cheek. “We could do this again some time.”
Nononono I hate this
stuff!I’m only doing it for Ron! “No,”
Hermione said. But she didn’t hate this, how could she hate something that felt
so good? “Feels so good, I don’t wanna ever stop.”
Ron smiled nervously. “If… if you really mean that, if you
want to keep going, we could… cast the spell again?”
No! Don’t make me stay
like this longer! “Then I’ll stay like this longer! You’re so smart,
Master!”
He leaned down to kiss her. “Never thought I’d hear you say
that. C’mon, show me where your notes are? I might not get the theory, but I
can probably figure out how to cast the spell.”
Hermione struggled to remember where she put her notes,
while at the same time some other memory was clamoring for her attention,
something about wanting to make this temporary. But then they found the notes,
and Ron read through them.
By the time the shadows outside were growing long, he was
ready. Hermione knelt in front of Ron, both naked, while he pointed his wand
between her eyes. Her mind whirled as she stared up at him. This was what he
wanted. It felt so good to do what he wanted! But I don’t want to stay—The sex last night was so good! She loved
serving, fucking, sucking, being on her knees! But—There was some reason she should tell him to stop, but it was
so hard to remember it! So hard to think about anything other than that pink
light, how good it felt when it wiped her mind clean of sad, boring, smart-girl
voices. So much easier just to kneel and wait while he double-checked the
spell.
And then her mind cleared. Her eyes widened as she realized
the spell had worn off, and Ron was about to cast it again! She opened her
mouth, about to shout “Stop!” And then the pink light flowed over her from
Ron’s wand and pleasure filled her thoughts. Her jaw dropped as it filled her
head, the pleasure, the submission, the desire. She was supposed to tell him to
stop, because, because… because why? It felt so good, and it was so easy to let
it happen…
I’m never going to be
the old me again, she thought, and then there was only pink.
–
364 days later…
Hermione knelt at her Master’s feet, gazing up at him
happily. It was their usual evening ritual, when Master cast the spell that
kept her dumb and happy and enslaved. Then they would play, and go to bed, and
tomorrow she would slowly get smarter and more confused until evening, when
Master would make her dumb and everything would be simple again.
The voice of Boring Hermione nagged at the back of her mind,
like it always did before the spell, but Hermione had a lot of practice
ignoring her smarter side. She just thought about how good the spell was going
to feel, how great it was to have Master to make all the decisions for her so
she could just fuck and suck and have fun and be happy.
But something was different today. Where was Master’s wand?
For a moment, Hermione panicked. Did he forget? Was he going to let Boring
Hermione take over?
“Happy anniversary!” Master said, and held out something for
Hermione to take. She looked it over in confusion. A collar? With writing on
it. It said… she bit her lip while she tried to work it out. S… l… u… t..? She
looked up at Master in confusion.
“It’s yours!” he said. “It took me ages to figure out on my
own, but it’s got the spell woven into it! As long as you wear it, I won’t need
to cast it—it’ll be permanent, never weakening, never wearing off.”
Hermione stared up at Master, trying to work it out. Deep
inside her, Boring Hermione was screaming. It’ll
be permanent! I’ll never be able to think for myself again! “Permanent..?
So I’ll… I’ll be like this forever?”
Master nodded. “Exactly.”
Boring Hermione screamed and screamed as Hermione smiled
dazzlingly. “Oh, Master! Thank you! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” She held the
collar up to him, and he took it from her solemnly.
No! Boring
Hermione cried. Stop, let me out, I don’t
want this, I—And then the collar was around her neck, and the voice went
silent.
“Now, slut,” said Master, “for my present. I’ll let you pick
it out—where do you want my cock?”
Hermione gazed up at him in dazed bliss and gestured to her
mouth.
“Right answer,” said Master.
And then there was the cock in her mouth, and the pink bliss
in her brain, giggles and sex and outfits, serving and pleasing her Master,
forever.
I released my grip on the carpet as daddy pulled his cock from my pussy and the euphoria of my last orgasm faded enough to almost hold a thought in my head. “Isn’t this better baby girl?” Daddy asked as he squeezed my ass.
“So much better daddy” I moaned, feeling the sensation of his cum dripping from my pussy and rolling down my inner thigh. It was better than anything I could have dreamed possible, I couldn’t even fathom not living on my knees servicing daddy, it’s hard to believe I ever resisted.
8 Months Ago….
I tried to block the thoughts out of my head after the trip and things slowly returned to normal. I went back to the dorms, my mom went back to work and my stepdad never seemed to be home when I was there on the weekends. “It’s so nice to have you around the house so often” my mother told me as she did yoga, “I figured you’d want to just spend your weekends on campus.”
“It’s relaxing here” I lied. The truth was I kept coming home because I wanted to see my stepfather. I was both relieved and disappointed each time I came home and he wasn’t there. “So where’s your husband been?” I finally worked up the courage to ask.
“Oh I never ask” my mom responded, “That way I appreciate it more when he blesses me with his presence. But his number is in the phone he gave you if you want to tell him you miss him.”
“Gross…” I lied again. How had I never noticed that he put his number in my contacts under Daddy!? I fixated on it for a long time before I nervously began to compose a text. Stop. I don’t want this…I’m only excited about the idea of it, I don’t actually want him, I told myself before hitting SEND – Hi 🙂
Just as I hit the button the door opened and he walked in. My mom ran to the door to greet him. My heart raced and I felt my pussy get wet at the sound of his voice “That’s the kind of welcome I love.”
“Well if it isn’t my lovely stepdaughter” he said sitting down across from me, “To what do we owe this honor?”
“I just happened to be…near home…” I said losing my confidence as his bright eyes seemed to look right through me.
“Honey?” he called to my mother without taking his eyes off of me, “Why don’t you go out and get us dinner tonight?”
“Yes dear…” she said and began to gather her things.
“Mom aren’t you already cooking?” I asked, trying to avoid eye contact now.
“She can put it in the fridge” he said, “I’d like daddy-daughter time.” I let out a moan at his words and hated myself for it.
“You two have fun!” mom called out before I heard the door close. I looked back and his eyes were still on me, this time scanning my body. I bit my lip nervously… what was he going to tell me to do this time? Why do I want him to make me do his bidding?
“You like your new phone baby girl?” he asked without a hint of emotion in his voice.
“Yes…” I answered worried this might be about the charges I’d racked up on expensive apps.
“I bet you have your eyes glued on it all day, just like all the girls your age” he smirked at his own remark. I hated when old people complained about how much kids my age used our phones. “I bet you take a lot of selfies.”
“Yeah I guess so?” I said
“And why aren’t you sending them to me?” he asked in his serious deep tone. “Do you think I care about getting smiley faces?” He held up his phone showing my text to him under the name ‘Daddy’s Little Girl’
“I’m sorry…I just thought…” I stuttered out. Why did I care what he thought? Why would I send my stepdad selfies?
“Stop thinking and take off your panties” he ordered
“Yes daddy” I said instantly removing my panties and reacting to his command without thinking. He held out his hand and I hesitantly handed them over.
“These are soaking wet,” he said with a raised eyebrow and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Have you been thinking about me little girl?”
My lip quivered as my mind attempted to lie, but blurted out “Yes daddy” as he stood up.
“Get on your knees for daddy” he commanded and I slipped off the sofa to my knees. He stood there, towering above me as I looked up at him with my heart racing. Was he going to let me…I mean make me suck his cock?
He unzipped his pants and pulled out that beautiful cock, putting it inches from my face. “Is this what you want baby girl?” he asked petting my head.
“Yes daddy” I said feeling my pussy juices dripping to the rug. I was so close, just say it daddy…tell me to put it in my mouth. Make me taste you. Make me swallow you. Treat me like a little….
The door opened, mom was back with dinner. “Wash up and get ready to eat” Daddy commanded while putting his cock back in his pants and walking away.
After dinner I was a wreck. Sitting across from him as we ate was too much. I wanted to leave but he told me to wait until everyone was finished before leaving the table. Then he proceeded to eat slower, even having my mother rub his shoulders while he finished desert. “You may go now” he said.
I practically ran to the bathroom and jumped in the shower without even caring about the cold temperature. I started playing with my pussy and sucking on my thumb like it was his cock. “Yes daddy” I moaned as I sucked. “Make me daddy, make me be a bad girl. Make me please you. Make me your little fucktoy.”
After cumming three times I finally actually started washing my body. When I stepped out of the shower I saw a text…from daddy. It just said Send Pic I held up the camera to the mirror, arched my hips slightly and sent him a selfie.
“Your daughter just sent me a nude selfie. Do you want to feel me cum inside your mouth knowing I’m staring at her teen body?”
That’s right, I’m calling you Daddy now, Sir. At least I will until this Bimbo Ray wears off.
Hey, it was your idea! Now you’ve got to live with it, Daddy.
Seriously, I feel so, like, dumb and peppy. If I don’t think about it for a sec my mind is all … hmm, I wonder if there are any cool parties on campus tonight? Fer realz! Can you imagine if I actually dressed like this back in college? How many boys do you think would get total hardons if I just walked into class like this? Not to mention the girls, too.
“Because I believe in equal rights. I believe that anything men can do girls…I mean women…can do equally. I mean… they can do it just as well as men. I’m a feminist because I want to be on my knees…I mean because I don’t want to live on my knees. I’m a feminist because I want to earn the same amount for less work. I want to make less for the same work. Wait, I mean I want equal pay for…less work and the same amount…I’m sorry…I lost my train of thought. I’m a feminist because it feels so good to be a feminist…I feel really good right now, so that must be why. Right? It’s because I’m such a good … feminist.
…
Sorry, what was I saying?”
“Go on.”
“I’m a feminist because … I’m the same as you. Well not exactly the same, you’re smarter and you’re stronger… you’re always right about everything. But I’m the same in other ways. I can’t remember what those…ways are right now. But I know there must be some ways we’re equal. Otherwise I wouldn’t say I’m such a big feminist. Which I am. I just can’t remember because…it’s hard to think because…”
“Go on.”
“Right! Sorry I drifted away. I am a feminist because feminists can do whatever they want. They can work in any way they want. They can be anything. I could even…suck your cock. Right now. And no one could stop me. I could kneel…down…and just…take it all the way into my…throat. Because I’m such a huge feminist. That’s so feminist. Isn’t it? To give you a blowjob. Right now…isn’t it…so…
,,,,”
”Are you finished?”
”…I remember when I didn’t want to suck it, because I was so feminist. But now I see…that it’s…that I…”
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