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Pink Ch. 01

By: hope_remains



She dressed carefully to meet him. She always did. Not because it pleased him, but because it excited her to show up and tell him just enough to tantalize him and keep at least part of his constantly active brain distracted by what he might find if he peeled back her always-conservative clothing to see what was underneath. It was just a perk that he got off on it too. 

Every time they were together was like a rematch of the same game they'd been playing for years. As she fastened her black lace pushup bra, she wondered for the umpteenth time why it was that neither of them ever tired of it. Nothing new to see once the clothes and such were gone...by now, each was so effortlessly familiar with the other that she was amazed he still found thrill in the process. But he insisted he did, and his eyes seconded it every time, so she had no choice but to believe him. 

Adding a pair of pink lace panties and garters to the ensemble, she surveyed the finished product in the full-length mirror on the bedroom door. Hmmm, she thought, and then laughed aloud...she could look at herself nearly naked now and think that she looked damn good...something else he had worked like mad to convince her was true. She still didn't believe him most of the time, much to his frustration. She was far too focused on the bits of her she wished were different to see what he saw and commented on approvingly so often. But tonight...tonight she was more than enough.

Turning her back on her reflection, she faced the open closet, and pondered the camouflage. What she wore was again more for her than for him. They were spending the bulk of the evening in a very public place, and it was not her style to dress in a way that hinted to anyone but him that the under was vastly different than the over. She settled on jeans and a green sweater that would change the color of her eyes from their usual blue to emerald...and the stripes across her chest didn't hurt either. A pair of tennis shoes and a frayed baseball cap completed the outfit. She tied her long blond hair back in a low ponytail and freshened her makeup with the subtle but sparkling eyeshadow she favored. Her long lashes needed only a light brushing of mascara, and her lips only a touch of flavored gloss, and she was ready to go. 

It was only then that she allowed the sigh she'd been holding back to burst from her lips, since she hadn't heard from him yet and wasn't even sure he'd get to see the fruits of her labors. His job was unpredictable enough that it often trumped any plans they made, and she'd long since made her peace with that...mostly. Some nights were harder than others, especially when she felt the way she did tonight. Given a choice, once they were in the same venue, she'd start with...

The quiet ringing of her phone interrupted the beginning of yet another brilliant fantasy with him as the star. She smiled, recognizing his ringtone. "Hello there," she said softly.

"Hey baby. What are you doing?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"I'm sorry...what?" His tone was instantly icicle-cold, edgy. Oh, she thought, so you want to play it that way, hmmm? All right.

Matching his chilly tone, she responded, "I said, wouldn't you like to know? Perhaps we have a bad connection, because I'm certain I didn't hear what I thought I heard just now...did I, little one?"

She heard his sharp intake of breath before he murmured, "Forgive my impudence, Mistress."

Much better, she mused. "We shall see. Now...you called me. What do you need?"

"I had hoped you would be willing to allow me the pleasure of your company for a while this evening."

"Well, puppy, that depends. Will I be correcting your attitude all night? Because I'm not interested in that."

Once again, his breathing belied the intensity at which his reply barely hinted. "No, Mistress. You will not. I am better trained than that, thanks to your expertise. I desire only to please, and to serve you without question."

"Kissing my ass will not help your cause, little one...but that is irrelevant. Give me the details, please."

As he began talking about the to-do list that he would need to complete before she arrived, she could hear the plea in his voice...and, even now, after the many times this scene had been played, the uncertainty. Would she be with him? Or would she deny him, make him wait for another day? 

She interrupted him sharply. "That will do. I will be outside your door in 30 minutes. You will be ready for me. And tonight...I drive."

His low laugh rippled through her as he said, "Of that, Mistress, I have no doubt. I will be ready for you in 30 minutes. See you then, love...er, Mistress." And with that, the connection was broken.

She turned once more to survey her reflection in the mirror, and took one long, slow breath. Then she walked across the bedroom to the carved wooden chest where she kept the tools designed to push him to the point of complete submission...and began packing her bag.

Pink Ch. 01



Daddy comes in the door from work. He's early. I'm dancing in the kitchen with my headphones on but I feel the heat of his hand brush across my back as he passes. He's already gone by the time I spin around and I find him settling on the couch, picking up the controller to the PS4.

"Daddy! You're early!"

"I know babygirl. Daddy has some special plans today. I need you to make sure you're ready to cook lunch in a little bit. I'm going to play some games to wind down from work. I also have a special friend visiting today. If she comes in before I'm done, you help her get ready for me okay?"

My bouncing slowed as he spoke to me and visions of sitting on his lap faded, "okay Daddy," I pouted and turned to walk into the kitchen.

"babygirl..."

"Yes, Daddy?"

"You know Daddy enjoys special visitors, right?"

"Yes Daddy."

"And you know that doesn't mean that you're not my bestest babygirl in the whole wide world, right?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Come over here."

I trudged over to Daddy and knelt between his feet, gazing up at him. He took my chin in his hand and leaned over and kissed my forehead.

"I lovies you so very much my beautiful babygirl. Remember that this is one of our special little games and it is going to make babygirl so very excited. It's going to make all your princess parts ache for Daddy's touch. I'm off tonight so we will play this game for a long, long time. But when we're done, Daddy is going to scoop you up and make you feel so good. Do you understand?"

My eyes lit up, remembering the times we played this special game in the past, "Yes, Daddy."

"That's my good girl. Now go prepare as much as you can."

"Yes Daddy. Thank you Daddy!" I jumped to my feet as Daddy settled back again on the couch. God, he is so beautiful. I can't wait to show him what a good girl I can be.

I finish cleaning the kitchen and put a load of Daddy's laundry in the washer. I made sure our bed was made and Daddy has several changes of fresh clothes laid out. I also put a few towels on the night stand.

In the bathroom, I made sure the tub and shower were sparkling clean and that plenty of fluffy towels and washcloths were ready. I opened the linen closet and pulled out two soft fluffy robes, one in black and one a soft pink. I also put out two pairs of slippers that matched the robes.

I was busy picking lotion when I heard the doorbell ring. My heart sank and my princess parts started to get all achy, just like Daddy said.

I ran to the door and saw her through the cloudy glass.

Her hair was pink. She was looking down, with her hair draped over her face. Her body was... perfect. She wore a t-shirt made of sheer, thin material with no bra. The flimsy fabric clung to her perky breasts, her nipples dimpling the fabric right at the center of two perfectly round mounds of flesh.

Her skin was pale and she had a few tattoos. She seemed slightly familiar to me. Her jeans might as well have been painted on and her legs were beautiful.

She picked up her head and I instantly remembered when I saw her last... The mall, with Daddy, last Christmas. She was working at the Harley Davidson booth. I knew she liked him!

"Pink," I whispered, barely audible, as a pang of jealousy gripped my heart knowing that Daddy must have spent time with her without me, cultivating this relationship.

"Well, he does call me something like that," she smiled, "you must be babygirl."

Her familiarity with my Daddy took me by surprise. I stammered, "Y-y-yes. I am. It's so nice to see you. Please come in."

I stepped back to let her in. She smelled delightful and her skin shimmered slightly, most likely from an iridescent lotion. She carried a small overnight bag. 

"Please, let me show you where we can put your things."

As she followed me to the bedroom, I heard my Daddy's all too familiar "Mmmm" that he does when he sees something or thinks of something that he finds particularly hot. My princess parts were throbbing at this point and I wasn't sure that I would be able to maintain any level of composure.

I told Pink to make herself comfortable and started to unpack her bag, making a place for all of her things and hanging her clothes up.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, can I get you something to drink?"

"Oh, no, thank you. I'm fine."

I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks as my face turned crimson red, "Actually, Daddy requires that you are well hydrated when you come to play. I have water and many other drinks for you to choose from. We even have juice boxes!"

"You know what, I will take a juice box; fruit punch if you have it."

Her choice made my heart sink. I glanced back at her and watched as she lounged back in the chair with her legs bent and her feet tucked up close to her bottom. She swayed her knees back and forth and twirled her pink hair in her index finger, over and over again. 

She's a babygirl. 

And I knew with that one realization that this visit would be different than any other. Oh, we have had deliciously hot girls and mature beautiful women, subs, dommes, sluts, slaves, you name it. But, through it all, I was always Daddy's babygirl. This one though, and Daddy well knew I ached for something like this, she would take my place for her time here. I was about to become a worthless whore while she became my Daddy's babygirl.

My panties were becoming a mess and tears welled in my eyes. I knew I would have to keep my composure. My Daddy loved these games as much as I did and I needed to show him appreciation for working so hard to play these games with me. I promised myself I would not cry until she was gone.

When I came out of the kitchen I noticed that Daddy was not on the couch anymore. I braced myself as I headed to the bedroom with Pink's juice box in my hand.

I walked in to see Daddy playing with her hair and her giggling as he spoke to her quietly. Her t-shirt and jeans were gone, crumpled on the floor. All that she had on were pink ankle socks and frilly pink panties. She squirmed in her seat, smiling up at him. 

I walked up and knelt quietly behind Daddy so as not to interrupt, but he knew I was there.

"I assume that you have my babygirl's juice box?"

"Yes, D-D-Daddy," I stammered.

"Well, first of all, we both know that I am not your Daddy right now. You may call me Master for the duration of my sweet babygirl's visit. Secondly, that juice box should have been in her hand the very moment she walked in. She will be working very hard to please her Daddy with her sweet body and precious cum and will need to stay well hydrated. I thought I made that clear about our visitors. And you, my filthy little worthless whore, your job for the duration of babygirl's visit will be to provide your Master and his babygirl with everything they could possibly need so that they can enjoy each other to the fullest. You are off to a terrible start. I expect you to step it up. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," I lowered my eyes to the ground as Master snatched the juice box from my hand and held the straw to Pink's lips.

She sucked briefly and sat back, "Yummy. Thank you Daddy," she smiled.

"You're welcome my sweet Pinkie babygirl," Daddy kissed her nose and smiled sweetly. I truly did not know if I would survive the visit. He turned to me. "Now, useless whore, Master will need a bottle of water. Set it on my table next to the couch. And please put some towels down on the couch. Me and my babygirl will be out there shortly and we are going to play before lunch. I expect you to prepare lunch while we are playing. As you know, you will also have to check on us periodically, without being invasive, and make sure our drinks are fresh and that we have clean towels and any messy towels or clothes are taken away to be laundered." He turned back to Pink, "Now, my beautiful Pinkie babygirl, what would you like for lunch today?"

She giggled and sat straight up in the chair, "I want macaroni cheese!"

"Macaroni cheese it is then," he kissed her nose again and ran his hand over her hair. He turned to me, "Please have that ready by noon. And please make it soupy because that's how my babygirl likes it."

She jumped up and down in her seat delighted, "You remembered!"

"How could I forget," now his nose was on her nose and they nuzzled for a second. I squirmed in my space realizing they had a thing already.

"Now, my filthy little whore, I want you to know why I call my sweet babygirl Pinkie. You see," he stroked her hair, "she has pink hair," he gripped her chin softly in his hands and placed a soft kiss on her lips, "pink lips," then he kissed her deeply, sucking her tongue into his mouth, "a sweet, pink tongue," and trailed his mouth down her neck to her beautiful tits, reaching her nipples, licking lightly and then sucking, "pink nipples," she giggled at this point and looked at me, smiling. He pushed her back in the chair and took her hands for a moment, running his fingers over her fingertips, "sparkly pink nails," he pushed her hands to the side and grabbed her feet, removing her socks, "and pink toenails," she giggled again as he pulled her feet out and spread her knees apart, pulling her bottom to the edge of the seat. He pushed the pink fabric of her panties aside exposing her perfect, clean shaven pussy, glistening with wetness, "and a perfect pink little pussy," he murmured as he lowered his mouth to taste her, forgetting I was there. 

I knelt for a minute, watching her throw her head back as Master started to devour her sweet clit, his hands rubbing her thighs.

He barely lifted his mouth from her pussy, his tongue still inside as he mumbled, "get to work whore."

I stood, grabbed her crumpled clothes for the hamper and walked into the kitchen. My pussy lips gliding on one another, soaked. I could hear Pink moaning louder and louder as I prepared the couch with towels and put Master's water on the side table. I made sure his phone was fully charged just in case he wanted to take pictures. Pink's moans became screams and giggles and I heard a "Thank you Daddy" and lots of lots of kisses.

The searing heat of jealously burned through my tummy as I quickly finished in the living room and headed to the kitchen. My face was hot and my head a bit foggy. The heat spread to my princess parts and I knew it wouldn't be long before my thighs became slick with wetness that would be visible to Master and Pink when they saw me. I busied myself with work in the kitchen, making sure everything was ready for me to replace drinks. I switched out laundry and set out the pots and dishes for lunch. If I didn't busy my mind a bit, I would go crazy.

To be continued...



Pink Ch. 02



Master and Pink were definitely quieter. I knew I needed to check on them. I also needed to prepare my space in the bedroom for the night. And I needed to change my clothes and get my collar and leash.

I grabbed a fresh juice box and two bottles of water and headed for the bedroom.

I stood in the doorway for a moment. They had moved to the bed. Pink was lying on top of Master, straddling his face. His hands were resting on her thighs, clearly pulling her further open and down to his face. She was wiggling and her moans were muffled by his hard dick, which he had shoved down her throat. I could tell by the wetness pooled at the base of Master's dick that she worked his dick into her throat well. I knew, all too well, just how much super slippery slobber was created when you properly deep throated Master's dick. And Pink was clearly doing a good job.

They didn't notice me at all this time. I approached the bed and placed the waters on the table. I put the straw in the juice box and sat it down next to the waters.

At this point Master ran his hand down Pink's body and grabbed her head. My knees buckled. I knew what was coming. He pushed her head down and lifted his hips, shoving his dick deep into her throat, cutting off her air. Her body trembled and her hips rocked hard against his face.

"Cum!" His command was muffled but she responded and I watched as Pink's pussy soaked Master's face.

Breathless, she lifted her head for a second, "Thank you Daddy."

"Good girl."

Master continued his assault on Pink's pussy with his tongue, now also sliding a finger into her tight little asshole.

I could have stood there forever but there was work to be done.

I picked the empty juice box off the floor and was dropping it into the garbage when I heard Master cumming. I stopped to listen. I could tell by his moans that Pink had a tight grip on his dick and he was cumming hard. I couldn't stop the pang of jealousy. Making Master cum like that was heaven to me.

I could hear them talking quietly together as I opened the closet to pull out my bed for the night. It was a fluffy big round floor pillow, like a really plush dog bed. It was pink and white. I also had a pillow and a cozy blanket just for occasions like these. I also had a giant stuffed bear but I left him in the closet. Since I wasn't babygirl I wasn't sure if Master would let me have something to cuddle with.

As I dragged my bed out into the bedroom, Master was leading Pink into the bathroom by her hand. Even though they passed right by me, it was like I wasn't even there.

I heard him turning on the shower and knew it was my chance to get caught up. Clearly the plans to be on the couch were delayed but that didn't change my timeline.

I quickly dressed in a short dress with nothing underneath. I pulled my collar, a simple metal chain, out of my nightstand and put it on. I hooked my leash to it, it was also a simple chain. I let it fall and hang, enjoying the weight of it pulling on my collar, the cold metal against my skin.

Master and Pink were talking and laughing in the shower.

A cum soaked towel was laying on Master's pillow. I snatched it up as well as the one that clearly caught Pink's slobber. Master's work clothes were in a heap on the floor. I grabbed them up as well and dropped everything in the hamper.

I remade the bed and put more towels on the night stand. I heard the shower stop. They were kissing and talking softly.

I started to head to the kitchen when I heard Master, "whore!"

I ran into the bathroom, "yes Master?"

Pink was wrapped up in the robe. Master's arm was around her, her face nuzzled against his neck. Master's robe was open slightly and she had one arm wrapped around his waist and the other hand was resting right in the middle of his chest. God I loved him and wished that I was her. Her eyes were closed and she just looked so content and relaxed. I knew how that felt and I couldn't wait until I was in that place again.

"My precious Pinkie babygirl needs to sit. Move your useless whore ass and bring a chair in here for her. She also wants a glass of ice water, she needs to replenish after cumming so much. And finally, I will need you to brush and dry her hair. I don't want my beautiful babygirl walking around with wet hair. Now go!"

I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a chair and brought it in. I went back for the glass of ice water. When I returned, Master was already massaging lotion into Pink's feet.

I unwrapped her hair and started gently brushing it to get the tangles out. Master was working his way up her legs with the lotion, paying such close attention to getting every inch of her skin. He was talking softly to her, telling her how much he enjoys her body and couldn't wait to play more. I hit a snag and she flinched.

Master's head shot up, "Do it again and you'll get the other side of that brush, you worthless whore. You take care not to hurt my babygirl. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master." I proceeded slowly and carefully while Pink started to giggle and squirm as Master got closer to her pussy, massaging lotion into her thighs, his dick coming to a full erection once again.

I pulled out the blow dryer and roll brush and started to gently dry Pink's hair. Master continued massaging lotion into every inch of her. He took a few minutes just softly kissing her sweet pussy lips, slowly dipping his tongue inside a few times. He continued commenting on how perfect she was and how much he was looking forward to having his stiff dick deep inside of her perfect pussy.

When her hair was dry I put everything away and stepped back. Master scooped Pink up into his arms... She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

"We made a mess of this bathroom whore, clean it up and then get lunch done. I want grilled cheese. Don't be late. We're starving and we need to replenish for this afternoon."

He walked out the door with Pink and I started drying the wet floor and picking up towels. I quickly cleaned up the bathroom, making sure it was stocked with fresh, dry towels. I already had about two loads of laundry to work on but I needed to get lunch done quickly. I couldn't even imagine what would happen if I was late.

As I passed the living room on the way into the kitchen, I saw Pink sitting on Master's lap, kissing him and slowly riding up and down on his rock hard dick. They were talking to each other, staring into each other's eyes. He was enjoying her... mind, body and soul... I was so happy for him. I loved when Master was pleased and enjoying his time, even if it was with someone else. But the sting of jealousy and the heat that subsequently followed made my head spin at a time when I needed to be on my game.

I quickly switched out the laundry and got to work on lunch.

Just as I was wrapping up lunch prep and arranging their plates and bowls on a tray, I heard Pink and Master both climaxing together. It seemed to last forever. I adored when Master came hard and it lasted long. The sound of him moaning fed me both physically and emotionally. There was nothing like hearing him at the pinnacle of physical pleasure. And this one was intense. This was more than physical. Master had feelings for Pink. It terrified me and excited me at the same time.

I walked in and set the tray down on the coffee table and stood back. Pink was sitting next to Master, still breathless. His dick was glistening with their combined cum. I couldn't help but stare, hoping he would ask me to clean it off for him.

"Whore, are you waiting for something?"

"No Master."

"Do you realize that lunch was three minutes late?"

"Yes Master."

"And you presented it with no apology? I guess you have no remorse. Do you, you filthy whore?"

"I'm sorry Master. I didn't want to disrupt."

"I think you know better, don't you?"

"Yes, Master," I lowered my eyes.

"I bet you thought you were worthy of cleaning my dick. You can't tear your eyes away from it, can you? You're so fucking nasty, so worried about our cum and where it's going. I bet the site of my satisfied, cum covered dick makes you squirm, doesn't it? Is that filthy fuck hole of yours dripping? There is a lot of cum on it isn't there? My beautiful babygirl came so hard and made me cum so, so much," Master's tone softened as he turned to Pink and nuzzled close to her face again.

"No Master, I am not worthy of even touching your dick. And I cannot tear my eyes away. The site of your cum covered dick does make my filthy whore cunt drip. I cannot help it."

"Oh, see whore? At least you know something. My babygirl will be more than happy to clean my dick since you couldn't even manage to make a simple lunch on time."

Pink bent over and began to gently lick Master's still slick dick, taking care to lap up every bit of cum on his dick, balls and thighs. She giggled, "Daddy is yummy," she ran her tongue over every inch of him, every crease, enjoying every minute of it.

Master sat back, continuing to praise her for such good work, "Oh babygirl, you take such good care of your Daddy. You are such a good girl," he stroked her hair away from her face as he spoke, "Hurry up now my sweet girl. We don't want your lunch to get cold."

She finished shortly after and sat up, smiling.

Master picked up her bowl of macaroni and cheese and offered her a spoonful.

"Oh Daddy, that's yummy too," she giggled as she took the spoon in her mouth and tore off a piece of grilled cheese, holding it up for Master to take a bite.

I turned to get back to the kitchen.

"Did I dismiss you, filthy whore?"

"No Master."

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Oh yes Master!" I was surprised that he would let me join them after being so angry.

"I wouldn't forget about you, even if you can't do things in a timely fashion whore. Come over here and have something to eat."

I eagerly walked over thinking I would take a seat at Master's feet and maybe even get their leftovers. Master gestured for me to sit at Pink's feet instead and whispered in her ear, kissing her on the neck as he did. Pink slid her hips forward and spread her legs open, exposing her cum filled pussy to me.

I sat for a moment, inches away from her. They continued feeding each other, talking softly and laughing. I could see the white creaminess running just inside her swollen pink lips. Everything was slick and shiny, running down to her asshole and covering her thighs. After all, I knew just how much Master could cum and he definitely overflowed Pink's sweet, tight pussy. She perched her heels up on the couch and slid closer so she was completely open and exposed to me.

Master pulled her close to him, kissing her and smiling, "That's my good girl," his approval of her oozed out with his smooth words, "Whore, do you see what a nice job my babygirl did saving up a yummy treat for you? She worked hard on that. What do you say?"

I looked up at her. She was beaming down at me, her face filled with pride. "Thank you Pink."

"Thank you for what?" It was the first time she addressed me since Master had been with her.

"Thank you for saving Master's cum for me so I can clean it out of your pussy. It truly is a privilege."

"That's right it is. Now get to it."

I gasped, shocked at her attitude with me. She was so sweet and innocent with Master. My head snapped up and looked at him.

"Is there a problem whore?"

"No Master," I lowered my mouth to her and took the first tentative lick, just skimming the white creamy layer that pooled between her lips. It was salty and sweet and her lips were so smooth. It made my head spin.

I backed up and decided I should work from the bottom up. I should clean the slick layer that coated her fair thighs before moving up to the big load sitting inside of her. She snuggled up next to Master and they continued to feed each other as I worked. Her thighs were firm and smooth. They were heavenly to me, I could imagine just how much Master enjoyed them. I made quick work of her thighs and inched closer, keeping my head low, working my way to her bottom, which was completely exposed to me. My tongue ran across the slight curve of her ass cheek, which was also slick with a thin layer of their combined cum. I actually felt dizzy and my pussy was throbbing and dripping from the experience. I continued to gently lick until I came to her tight, pink asshole.

There was a trail of cum trickling down from her pussy and it ended in that little dimple of her asshole. I licked softly at first and then followed with a full lapping to clean up the little puddle. My breath was starting to get heavy. This was hot! I had done clean up jobs for Master before but, my goodness, Pink was the hottest girl I had ever had the privilege to clean. This was a treat.

I started to run my tongue up toward her pussy, letting the cum run into my mouth but she dropped her hand to the top of my head, "You know, my Daddy loves to play with my tight little ass while he's pumping my pussy with his hard dick. I'm sure some might have gotten inside. You'll need to be more thorough."

With that, I rolled my eyes up toward her and saw the approval on Master's face as well. I ran my tongue back down, spread her cheeks with my hands and pushed my tongue into her tight asshole. And oh, how tight it was. And she was right, a little cum had lubed her and slid inside. It was delicious, feeling her ass squeezing my tongue and tasting Master's cum. When I was satisfied that she was clean there, I continued my journey to her pussy.

I licked up, past her oozing hole, to lap up the puddle that sat between her lips. She jumped and giggled when I grazed her swollen clit. Cum was gathered all around her clit and I licked every cum filled pocket thoroughly before moving back down to lick and suck at her dripping hole. It was difficult but I sealed my lips around and sucked hard because I knew Master's cum filled her and I wanted every drop.

It was then that I felt the tight grip of Master's hand in my hair. He pulled my face up, "I want you to make my babygirl cum hard for me. That will make her squeeze every drop of my cum out of that tight pussy. Trust me, your filthy little tongue will never fish it all out. And this is yet another gift for you, dirty whore. I hope you appreciate how generous both of us are."

"I do. Thank you Master. Thank you Pink."

Pink giggled in response and laid her head on Master's shoulder. He snatched up my leash and handed it to Pink. He stroked her hair and told her that she could use the leash to get the most pleasure out of me. He also started to tell her a story. Master was such a good story teller. I tried to listen as I lowered my mouth back down to her swollen pink pussy. I began lapping at her clit, circling it, moving down to her sweet hole and back up again. It became swollen and hard in my mouth. I sucked on it gently and went back to lapping. She was delicious. Her breathing became heavy and she started to squirm. She pulled on my leash to grind her pussy into my face harder. I started to lick more fervently and she pulled even harder.

I could hear that Master's story was very different than the stories he tells me. His story for her was all about loving her and making her feel good. He was telling her what he was going to do to her later. He had a special surprise for her and he was going to use her ass because he knew it made her cum so hard. He paused to tell me that if I did a good job for the rest of the day that I might be able to enjoy clean up duties after some of their sessions, especially sucking his cum out of her ass later.

This seemed to excite Pink even more. Her hips started bucking and he returned his attention to her.

"What's the matter my sweet babygirl? Do you want to cum for Daddy?"

"Y-Y-Yes Daddy. babygirl needs to cum very bad."

"Then do it sweet girl. CUM for Daddy."

And with that, Master grabbed my leash and pulled my face into her pussy hard. I couldn't breathe as she bucked and screamed, her pussy grinding hard into my face. I kept licking her and lapping up her sweet cum. She was still panting when Master pushed my head down until my mouth was at her hole.

"Squirt for Daddy this time babygirl, CUM."

Pink came again, explosively, and this time she squirted all over my face. It was dripping off my face and chin. I was doused. I was trying to lap it up when Daddy looked at me, "STOP."

I became still and looked up at him. He smiled, "Good job whore." And, with his grip on my leash still very tight, he proceeded to use my face to wipe up all of Pink's cum. Her pussy was soaked and he rubbed my face and my hair all over it. My eyes were wet and my eyelashes and eyebrows were soaked with her cum. I felt like I was just doused in the shower. He pulled my face up and smiled down at me again, "Perfect. You are dismissed. We are going to nap. We have special plans tonight and need our rest. Please catch up on your duties and set out our good clothes. You may wake us at four. Please bring an assortment of drinks and snacks to our bedside when you do so and be prepared to draw a bubble bath for us when we are ready to get out of bed."

"Yes Master."

"And what do you say to Pink?"

"Thank you for the gift of your cum Pink."

Pink giggled. Master looked at me, "Show her how much it meant to you."

I knew Master wanted me to show Pink how wet it made me to serve her along with him. I lifted the hem of my dress and put on leg up on the coffee table to expose my dripping pussy. My juices were now running down to my knees and my pussy was swollen and aching to be touched. My face was hot as I tried to remain still as they both stared at me.

Pink giggled again and turned to Master, "Wow Daddy, she is a filthy whore just like you said!"

"Indeed babygirl," he kissed her nose, "I hope you're enjoying it. You let me know if there's anything else she can do to amuse you and it will be done."

"Thank you Daddy!"

I turned and reached for a towel.

"STOP," Master slapped my ass hard, "My babygirl did not give you her precious cum for you to waste it. You keep that on your face. Do not dare to wash that off without permission. Continue your day with her precious cum all over you, you ungrateful bitch. Now get to work."

Master raised his eyebrow at me like he does sometimes and I knew what was expected.

I turned to Pink, "I'm sorry for being an ungrateful whore and trying to waste your precious cum."

She tilted her head in amusement and smiled, "Awww, that's okay you filthy little whore, you didn't know any better. You'll learn."

I stood, speechless as Master took Pink's hand and led her into the bedroom.

To be continued...



Pink Ch. 03



They were gone for a few minutes before I recovered from how Pink treated me. Master never made me keep cum on my face for that long. I mean... They were napping until four! That was over two hours away. And when exactly would I get to wash it off if I was taking care of them? 

I blinked, feeling the stiffness of my eyelashes. I rolled my head around, feeling the tightness on my skin as Pink's cum dried. 

I started picking up the mess in the living room. I had a lot to do in little time and I needed to be quiet so as not to disturb Master and his babygirl. They had quieted down and I thought I might have heard some soft talking but I really needed to concentrate on the house. I needed to prepare the living room again, clean the kitchen and get ready for post nap snacks and drinks, continue with laundry, find the good clothes and lay them out... who knows, I might even have to iron. 

I ran to switch laundry, made quick work of folding and hanging the dry laundry and went back to the living room to completely recover that room. I finished up the kitchen and set out everything to make Master a cappuccino and offer Pink something hot to drink. I'm sure a hot cocoa with marshmallows or something like that would be perfect for her.

After the kitchen was set, I quietly walked into the bedroom to go into the closet to pick out Master's clothes for the evening. They were sleeping soundly, wrapped around each other. I was so surprised by how easily Master fell asleep with her. He never really slept with any of the girls he brought home. Plenty of girls had slept here, and Master might doze but would usually get up while his latest play toy took a nap. He would even take a break from the dynamic and spend a little time with me, but not this time.

Pink. Was. Different.

How different?

Had he slept with her before?

How did he know just how she liked her macaroni and cheese? That's not something you ask for at a restaurant.

My mind started racing and trying to find all the pockets of time when he could have bonded like this with her. I couldn't even remember the last time that he was away for long enough to do such a thing, unless sometimes he wasn't working when he said he was...

I had to stop.

I asked for things like this. I'm supposed to be enjoying it, living in the moment. There is no reason to torture myself.

I chose Master's black dress pants, blue shirt, black tie, black belt, stretchy, silky boxers, socks, shoes and the matching jacket. 

I had to iron the shirt but everything else was perfect. Master always looked amazing but when he dressed like this, it could make my knees buckle. 

I remembered hanging Pink's dress when she arrived. It was a black chiffon dress with three quarter sleeves and a plunge neckline. It was backless and, even on the hanger, you could tell it would hug her every curve. 

I found a pair of stockings and a garter belt among Pink's things as well as a matching thong. I thought she might want to go without, but I laid it out anyway. And oh... Her shoes were gorgeous, and sexy, and so very high. 

Risking punishment if caught, I slipped my bare foot into the glamorous shoe... Like some kind of reverse Cinderella scenario, the pretty shoe swam around my tiny foot. I was like a child playing dress up, too juvenile to be sexy. My heart knotted up knowing how much Master would love Pink in those shoes and how, when it came to dressing up sexy, I would never measure up. 

Not only did the dress really not allow for a bra but Pink didn't even bring one. That made sense when I thought about how perfect her tits were. 

I took Master's shirt into the guest room so I could iron it without disturbing their nap. I loved our guest room. The bed was filled with fluffy pillows and a few stuffed animals. I didn't really keep "stuffies" like many babygirls do, but I sure didn't mind curling up in a soft fluffy bed with one, or twelve, at certain times. It was just such a soft, comforting environment. Something about the way the sun filtered through the curtains and the frilly, fluffy bedding... I wished that I could hide in this little safe place and stop this game for a while.

I hung Master's ironed shirt back in the bedroom and went into the kitchen to prepare his vanilla cappuccino and a hot chocolate with marshmallows for Pink. I also set out some fresh grapes, two donuts, and some cheese and crackers. That way, they would have an assortment of flavors depending on their preference. I also included ice water and some juice.

I went into the bedroom and set down the tray. I gently tapped Master on his shoulder. Touching his skin momentarily was breathtaking. I loved Master's warm skin, especially his strong shoulders, and touching him filled me with such excitement. He immediately turned his attention to Pink and I stepped back. He placed soft kisses on the back of her neck, whispering in her ear. I watched as she squirmed and smiled, waking slowly, enjoying his attention. 

As they sat up, I made sure the bathroom was prepared for a bubble bath. Our tub was big and could easily fit Master and his babygirl. I set out scrubbies and fluffy towels, as well as their robes, which were now clean and dry. 

Master and Pink were now sitting up in bed and she was holding a pink box with a satin bow. He was encouraging her to open it. And when she did there was a rolled up velvet pouch inside, pink, of course. Master unrolled the pouch across her lap and inside there were three anal plugs. They were beautiful, silver, with a pink jewel at the end. They were graduated in size, starting with a slim one and working up to a thicker one. Their shape reminded me of teardrops. Master had not yet used one on me because I was a little nervous. Pink wasn't nervous. She was bouncing in her spot on the bed, giddy with excitement.

Master leaned over and started kissing Pink, his hands roaming all over her body. I was kind of hoping to shower while they played but no one even noticed I was there. I sat quietly on the edge of the tub. I could see part of the bed from there but not everything. I needed to stay close because I would need to run the bath as soon as I heard Master and Pink were close to finishing up their play time.

Things were clearly progressing between them. They were so comfortable with each other. Their movements and words were like a dance as they touched and tasted. I couldn't see the entire bed but I could see that the covers were being displaced and Pink was getting up on her hands and knees. Master had his fingers deep inside her pussy. I knew exactly how he was working his fingers in and out of her. His hand was soaked as he made her cum over and over.

"Oh, filthy whore... where are you?" Master called, "I have a very special job for you."

I heard Master's request and immediately made myself available, standing by the bedside as Pink shuddered with another orgasm.

"Go now and fetch the strawberry lube," he said to me, not taking his eyes off of her.

"Yes Master," I left the bedside and pulled the lube from the drawer in the bathroom, returning quickly. He snatched it from me with his soaking wet hand, leaving a trace of Pink's cum on my skin. 

"Stick out your tongue, bitch," he barked. My eyes widened. I didn't understand Master's request. "Are you seriously hesitating, you useless whore?"

"No Master," I promptly opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. Master immediately put a dollop of lube on my tongue. He leaned back a little, making some space between him and Pink. 

"I want that tight little ass generously lubed, then return and put your tongue out again."

I lowered my face to Pink's upturned ass. She had it pressed so high in the air that her asshole was exposed and waiting for my tongue. I lapped at her asshole and she wiggled and let out a soft moan. I continued spreading the lube evenly across the entire area and then worked it into her tight asshole. As I was working, Master gently caressed her ass cheek and whispered in her ear, asking her how nice it was to have her ass lubed by a warm applicator. He told her she would never have to deal with cold lube again.

She giggled, squirming under my tongue, "That's perfect Daddy. It feels sooooo good."

I lifted my head, opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue again. Master placed the smallest plug in my mouth. "Hold that in your mouth. I want it warm for my babygirl." I held it for a few minutes while Master worked his fingers into Pink's asshole while she squirmed and moaned. He turned back to me, "Open." I opened my mouth, holding the butt plug loosely on my tongue. He squirted some lube across the plug and my tongue and spun it to coat it evenly, using my tongue as an applicator for that too. 

I felt like an object, once again, an accessory to aide in their play. My face burned with a mix of embarrassment and jealousy. This combination always proved to be highly erotic for me. My pussy, which had been soaking wet all day, continued to ache, renewed with the burning heat of standing here, barely acknowledged, as they made the most of every moment with each other, like two long lost lovers that had reunited after years apart.

He turned to Pink and started to work the plug into her ass. 

"Oh Daddy, you were right, it is warm. Thank you Daddy."

Master put the next size plug in my mouth, "Hold," he kept his attention on Pink's ass.

He was slipping the plug in and out. His rock hard dick was pressing against her ass cheek. He dropped the plug on the bed next to him and started working his dick into her ass. He dismissed me to go work on the bubble bath, noting that I was to keep the butt plug in my mouth. He had difficulty even getting the words out as her tight ass squeezed the head of his dick. I could hear his pleasure with each moan as he squeezed the entire length of his dick inside of her. He started with slow easy strokes. She whimpered and moaned but pushed her ass back toward him.

"Oh Daddy, it is so much better when you use the plug first," she moaned, "It feels so good. You are always right Daddy. You know how to make babygirl feel so good."

Jealousy stabbed at my heart once again as I realized that they had done this before. I mean, he mentioned it in the living room but I thought he was just playing, trying to make me wonder if he had. He continued fucking her ass, alternating between long slow strokes and hard fast pounding. He would just pop the head in and out sometimes, I swear I could hear it, and then go back to being balls deep inside of her. This seemed to go on forever. I am certain Master built up a tolerance. He had already cum for Pink twice today.

Finally, I heard him moan as he came hard in Pink's ass. The bubble bath is almost full. Master called me and I took my place beside the bed while his dick was still deep inside her. He eased his dick out and, oh God, I wanted to clean it off so badly. He looked at me, knowing what I was thinking, and pulled the plug out of my mouth. He pushed gently into Pink's stretched asshole. It was a perfect fit.

"Does that feel okay babygirl?"

"I feel full Daddy," Pink wiggled her ass around a bit, "your cum is still in there Daddy."

"I know babygirl. We'll be taking a warmy bubble bath soon. You be my good girl and keep that in for just a bit, okay?"

"Of course Daddy, anything for you," she sighed, stretching her well used body out on the bed.

Master went over to feel the bath water and turned the hot tap on for a bit to warm it up. Pink found a comfort zone with the butt plug and got up to walk around the bedroom enjoying the new feelings it gave her. He was sitting on the side of the tub and called Pink over to ask her if she was ready to go in.

"Not with this in me, right Daddy?"

He pulled her in close and wrapped his arms around her, "Of course not babygirl. Daddy would never have you do that. We are going to take it out," he kissed her lightly on the forehead.

"But then we'll be in the tub with all this cum!" Pink winced and squirmed at that thought.

"Oh babygirl, Daddy would never accept that either. My babygirl is going to enjoy a clean, fresh bubble bath after being such a good girl for Daddy."

"But, how..." Pink started to say but he stopped her questioning by holding his finger up to her lips.

"Shhh... trust Daddy."

He came walking out of the bathroom. I was picking up the tray from their post nap snacks.

"I have another job for you my filthy little cum slut."

I wasn't facing him, but I jumped when I heard him use the word "my" when referring to me. He hadn't referred to me as his all day. I had just been an object, a whore, something to assist them in their play. I wasn't his at all today. Today I was alone and someone else belonged to him. But just hearing that one word, it filled me with hope. It seemed like finding water in the desert. I held onto it for as long as I could. I tried to trap that feeling in my heart because I knew, with no uncertainty, that he gave me that tiny shred of comfort because he was about to ask me to do something that would strip me bare and break me into a million pieces.

"Yes, Master?"

"Come," he simply said, "cum slut," as he turned to head back to the master bath.

I followed quietly, eyes down.

When I entered the bathroom, it was steamy warm from the tub being brought up to a comfortable temperature. Pink was bouncing around a bit, wiggling and moving her weight from one foot to the other. I could tell she was experimenting with the feeling of having the plug inside of her.

Master turned to me, "Please lie on the floor, my babygirl has a problem you need to take care of for me."

I looked around for a spot on the cold tile floor. I dare not lay on the fluffy white bath rug. I knew exactly what Pink's problem was and my insides twisted with anxiety and delight. The heat spread from stomach down to my desperate, swollen, dripping pussy, making matters in that area much, much worse. 

I laid down flat on my back and Master called Pink over. He helped her gingerly position herself with a foot on either side of my shoulders. She squatted down low until the jewel of the butt plug hovered perfectly over my face, almost touching my lips.

Master straddled my chest so he was face to face with Pink. I could feel the heat of him on me and it made me squirm. He pulled his knees in, pinning me in place. He ran his hands over Pink and pulled her in for a kiss, "I want you to relax babygirl. This is going to be easy, I promise."

"Whore, begin licking my babygirl's ass, all around the plug, she needs lots and lots of wetness there."

With that, he pushed down on Pink's shoulders until her jeweled plug was settled just inside my lips. I hungrily ran my tongue all over her, my hips practically bucking in orgasm feeling her and Master on top of me like this, listening to him kiss and touch and comfort her, feeling their movements and their heat, both of them together, just above me, like I wasn't even there. It took everything I had, not to stretch or turn so that my body touched them more, especially Master. Just the sensation of his heat, and his skin against mine in places, made me insane.

Master ran his hands around to Pink's ass and started to spin the plug a bit. This let little bits of cum seep around the edges and I hungrily lapped it up. Master continued until he worked the plug out and his still hot cum started to stream right into my mouth. I lapped my tongue up into her still open asshole and licked and cleaned every drop I could get as he held her cheeks in his strong hands. I could hear them kissing deeply now, Pink moaning into his mouth, thanking him for such a treat.

Pink wiggled her ass over my mouth, "Mmmmm, that feels nice and clean now Daddy."

"Then let's get in that warm bath babygirl," Master rose and took her hand to help her rise to her feet. As she walked over to the tub, he bent over and placed the used butt plug in my mouth, "God, you are a filthy fucking cum slut. Finish cleaning that up and prepare to dress my babygirl when she gets out of the bath."

I laid there for a minute with the cum covered butt plug in my mouth. I got up and walked to the kitchen to finish washing the plug and give myself a moment before going back to dress Pink. I didn't know if I could take listening to her and Master enjoy that bath. My heart was shattering and I wasn't sure if I could ever be put back together again. The sexual humiliation was intense, and I had never been so aroused in all of my time with Master, but God... what I wouldn't give for a moment of comfort from... Daddy.

To be continued...



Pink Ch. 04



I have read plenty of Literotica stories and I am quite familiar with the disclaimers that many authors write. I always felt that they were unnecessary. After all, if we are seeking out something kinky and sexy, shouldn't we expect a variety of twisted stories, and maybe even encounter a few that aren't our 'cup of tea?' 

I quickly learned that this is not the case as a few readers have become outraged and concerned for the 'babygirl' in my story and how she's treated by 'Master' and 'Pink.'

So, here's my warning. If you read the first three parts and were outraged, I only have one promise about the last four parts. It gets much, much worse. This story is not for the faint of heart.

It is actually a story for some very twisted individuals who are not afraid to explore the depths of emotional masochism. If the first three parts turned you on, it gets much, much hotter. :)

On a personal note, I wrote this story for me and, even with all of the criticism, I am thrilled that there are people out there that enjoy the same things I do!

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I walked back to the master bath just in time to find Pink stepping out of the tub and getting into her robe. She walked over and sat in the chair. 

"You can start with my hair. Wash your hands first. You do such... dirty... work." she said without even looking at me. I swallowed hard and washed my hands before picking up the brush. I walked over and gently unwrapped her hair towel. I brushed through her long, pink highlighted, blonde hair, being careful not to snag a knot like last time. She just leaned her head back with her eyes closed. 

It must be nice to be clean and smell so good. I dried her hair with a roll brush. It resulted in full waves that cascaded around her shoulders. I couldn't even glance up at the mirror because I knew, even with the slightest glance, the stark difference in our appearance would destroy me.

"Grab my lotion and start with my legs." Her orders were spoken with an air of boredom, like having to tell me what to do was an inconvenience. I picked up her lotion. I started with her feet and worked my way up her legs, making sure to warm the lotion in my hands first. I was careful but quick, continuing to her hips and stomach. She had let the robe drop away and slid forward in the seat, pushing her pussy right up to me. I stopped my work and sat back on my heels.

"You missed a spot, whore. Daddy wants that soft too. "

Kneeling between her legs and gazing up at her made me realize just how badly I was letting this girl rule me. I gingerly rubbed lotion all around her pussy, being careful not to get any on the pink tender flesh surrounding her clit, which was poking out between her soft, pillowy lips. I leaned in closer. There was a slick trail of wetness sitting just inside of her. I was so intoxicated by her. Her glistening clit was such a beautiful shade of pink. My breathing became rapid. I wanted so badly just to take a lick. I could almost feel the heat coming off of her... 

I felt a sudden yank as Master gathered up my hair and pulled me to my feet. 

"Whores don't play unless they specifically are invited. Were you thinking about tasting my sweet, pink, pretty little pussy?" and with that question, Master circled his thumb gently around Pink's wet, swollen clit. It became slick with her juices instantly and she lifted her hips and started to moan. 

Master kept his eyes on me and a tight grip on my hair while continuing his assault on her clit, "Did you not get enough cum today you greedy little cum whore? You're wearing a ton of it on your face. Is that all you want? You want to be our little cum receptacle around the clock?" His voice was soft, as if he had mercy for me, but I knew better. He was mocking me.

I was trembling. I was embarrassed for being caught for wanting to taste the very girl who stole him away from me. I was terrified for wanting something that wasn't mine, for thinking I could play when I was simply there to serve. 

"I... I did get enough Master. She's just so... she's so pretty. And her pussy..." I couldn't finish. Tears welled in my eyes. He pulled me close and put his mouth right against my ear. My knees buckled as I felt his breath on my skin. 

He whispered, voice more stern now, "MY pussy. You couldn't control yourself around MY pussy. You should know better, whore."

Pink was quickly losing control of herself, her hips rocking.

Master turned his face toward her, "CUM," he commanded and she completely lost herself. 

With his grip still tight on my hair he inserted two fingers inside of her and pulled them out dripping with her cum. He brought them right to my lips, "Did you want a taste whore?"

I silently nodded my head. 

"Is that how you answer a question, you stupid whore?"

"No Master."

"Now, if you want it, ask properly."

"Master, may I taste your babygirl's sweet cum?"

"Yes, but," Master swiped his finger across the tip of my nose, leaving a dollop of Pink's slick cum, "only if you can reach it." He laughed before carefully sucking the rest of her cum off of his fingers, "Mmmmmm. God, she is so sweet."

I stood there with my face burning from the heat of humiliation. Pink was lounged back in the chair, relaxed and calm as if none of this had happened. Her eyes were closed and she had a slight smile on her face.

"Get back to work. We don't want to be late."

Master turned away from me and put his hand under Pink's chin, kissing her softly on the lips, "and you, my sweet babygirl, I would love to keep licking my sweet, delicious pussy but you have to get ready. You leave that just like that for me, I will be tasting you again in the car."

Pink stood and turned around as Master walked out of the bathroom. I resumed my duties, applying lotion to her perfectly round ass. After I completely covered her back and rubbed everything in, she turned again. She put her hands behind her back so her breasts were presented to me perfectly. 

At about 5'9" she towered over me so they were just about level with my face. They were about a D cup, round and firm, but natural, just how Master liked them. Her nipples were hard and much bigger than mine. I imagined that Master must love rolling them around in his mouth. I looked up at her, my mouth instantly going dry. She smirked down at me. She was so smug. There was something about her being so beautiful, so sexy. The humiliation of losing my Daddy to her was so intense. And yet, the fact that I would die for permission just to put my mouth on her, the fact that I would beg for the slightest touch or taste, heightened my humiliation and arousal beyond anything I had ever experienced before. 

And she knew it. She chuckled and whispered, "Don't get yourself in trouble again, you pathetic little whore. All of me belongs to my Daddy."

With that, I squirted lotion into my hands and rubbed them together slowly to warm it. As I went to apply the lotion she chuckled again, her broad smile condescending and amused at the same time, "Good luck," she said with a wink before looking straight ahead.

My hands were trembling as my fingertips lightly grazed the curve of each breast. I flattened my palms on her soft skin and started rubbing my hands in circles, coming around to her cleavage. From experience, I knew if I avoided her nipples, she would make sure to tempt me even more. 

I finally circled all the way to her nipples and rubbed the lotion in with my thumbs. I struggled to remain calm, metering my breath as I made sure they got the same amount of attention as every other part of her. She stood motionless, her face without expression, even bored I would say.

I continued up to her neck and was thrilled that I survived this task. It proved to be the hardest one yet, even considering that my tongue had been deep in her asshole only an hour before. At least she couldn't look me in the eyes then. At least my rapid heartbeat and ragged breath were acceptable then. My dripping pussy needed no excuse. Now, it seemed like the task of touching every inch of her body should be simple. It wasn't. Is was the biggest hurdle yet. 

And I had a feeling this was only the beginning.

The only task left before I got a break was to dress her. I thought it was best to start with the panties, though I was unsure why she would even wear them. I dare not ask so I simply grabbed them and held them so she could step in before sliding them up her legs.

Pink did nothing to assist me, making me do as much as possible. They were thong panties so I needed to settle them in between her cheeks. I could imagine that the crotch was already starting to get soaked being that she was dripping from Master making her cum. After that, I repeated the process with the garter belt, which was much easier. It settled just above her hips and beneath her belly button. I loved the gentle curve of her hips and the way the lace of the garter belt laid flat on her smooth skin. It seemed like she was made for this. 

My stomach twisted up in knots thinking about how perfect she was for Master and, at the same time, I was confronted with the heat of attraction as well as the humiliation and jealousy of preparing her to enjoy a night out with him. 

I wanted her. I wanted to be her. I wanted him. And I wanted him to have her, all at the same time. I had never been so confused or conflicted in my life, all while being in a constant state of arousal.

I gathered the first stocking in my hands and asked her to sit. I gently slipped one foot into it and guided it slowly up her calf and past her knee. I let it rest there while I repeated the process with the other stocking. Once both stockings were settled just above her knees, I asked her to stand. I knelt before her and finished guiding each stocking up her thighs before fastening them to the garter belt. 

Gazing up at her, I was not sure how much longer I could play in this position without breaking. Her hairless mound was pronounced and I could see the line of wetness on the small patch of material that disappeared between her legs. Her full breasts were round and her dark pink nipples firm. She rested her hand on my head for a moment and smiled, a genuine smile, for just a second before looking away from me. I could not decide if I feared Master loving her or if I simply needed to risk punishment and beg for a just a few moments to worship her myself. I had never been so fascinated with another girl before in my life. 

Still kneeling, now at her feet, I placed her shoes right next to each foot so she could easily step into them. She now stood four inches higher and I knelt there for a moment, thinking I could spend a lifetime at her feet if circumstances were different. How did this girl intoxicate me like this?

I stood and helped her into her dress, slipping it over her head, and zipping the back. She turned around, facing me, and I was breathless for a moment. I wanted to scream, "No, don't go out there. Don't let him see you like this. He'll never return to me. You... are everything he could ever want. I am nothing next to you. You win... you win this game. Please..."

I held the tears as she turned and walked into the bedroom. I prayed for the moment that they would leave and I could let it all go and cry. I couldn't wait for them to go.

Master was sitting on the edge of the bed when Pink stepped out of the bathroom. He looked incredible in his jacket and tie. He was looking down and didn't notice her at first. For a split second, he was mine again, and she didn't exist. But he looked up and his face lit up when he saw her. She did look perfect. She was gorgeous, sexy and elegant all at the same time. And tonight, she was his babygirl. And I was nothing. I braced myself so I could hold the tears a little bit longer until they left. 

He stood up and I expected him to take her hand and lead her out but instead he pushed her against the wall, "GOD, you are so hot." He leaned in to kiss her, one hand cupping her ass. He reached into his pocket and grabbed the car keys and threw them on the floor, never taking his lips off hers. As he slid his other hand behind her head, he said, "Whore, make yourself useful and go start the car, you're our chauffeur for the night."

I almost lost it. I don't know what kept me going in that moment but I picked up the keys and rushed out of the room. It was a mild spring night so the car did not need to warm up. I sat in the driver's seat sobbing, getting out as much as I could before they came out of the house. I couldn't believe I was driving them. I thought I would stay home, clean myself up and recover a bit from this complete assault on my heart. No one could be expected to play so intense for so long. Why didn't I just cry the safe word? What was I trying to prove?

Master and Pink seemed to burst out of the house, laughing and playing with each other. They climbed into the back seat. Master could not stay off of her. They were intertwined, his mouth all over her neck, his hand up her dress.

"Morton's" he simply growled at me, turning his attention back to her.

"Are you really going to put your mouth there while we're in the car Daddy?" she purred.

"Mmmmmm, yes babygirl. I told you I wanted to taste more of that sweet pussy. Now lay back for Daddy."

As I drove I listened to Pink's soft whimpers. Master instructed her to be calm and hold her cum until we arrived. With her being so quiet, I could hear Master's tongue lapping at her wetness. I could hear every time he sucked her clit into his mouth, and I knew he was flicking it with his tongue. I was reaching the final stretch as we approached the restaurant.

I pulled up to the entrance of the restaurant. I could not believe Master continued to make her wait. People were arriving and departing. The valets were busy fetching keys and running for cars. Certainly he was not going to have her cum in front of all these people. Certainly, he was not going to let them all see him with his face between her legs.

But he didn't seem to care. "Open her door," he instructed, barely coming up for air. Pink was quivering now, almost begging. I couldn't imagine her holding it for much longer.

I sat for a minute, remembering what I looked like. I could not believe that he was subjecting me to this humiliation. We had never played this hard before. I almost refused but, there was something inside me that stopped me. It was something undefinable. I didn't understand it. Master knew every vulnerable spot and yet, I could not let him see me break. I could not expose this weakness. So I got out and walked around to open Pink's door. She was leaning against the door so she braced herself with her hands and let her head hang back as it swung open, making eye contact with me. Her chest was heaving and she was anticipating, quite possibly, one of the most earth shattering orgasms of her life. I had a perfect view of Master's tongue making slow calculating strokes inside her lips.

As I swung the door fully open, Master tapped her thigh and she lost it. Screaming, squirming, thanking him... all at the top of her lungs, while everyone turned and looked and some quietly whispered to those in their party while others just openly gaped. Her eyes remained locked on mine and I did not look away. I stood there, stoic, frozen. My body was burning with embarrassment. I felt eyes on me, on them, but I could not look up, even as they gathered themselves back together in the car, kissing and laughing about how crazy they were. I was not part of this craziness. I was simply an observer, a driver, a servant, an accessory in their twisted game.

Pink caught her breath and shakily stepped out of the car while holding my hand for support. Master followed and stood next to me for a moment. He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out an envelope.

"This is for you to read while we are inside. I expect you to be here promptly at eight."

He walked away as if nothing had happened, taking Pink's hand and disappearing inside the restaurant.

I stepped back around to the driver's side of the car, acutely aware of all the eyes that were still on me. I couldn't imagine the curiosity that was stirred in that crowd. I slipped in and pulled away, driving to a quiet spot before I pulled over to park, I quickly set an alarm on my phone for 7:45 and opened the envelope from Master.

- - -

To the dirtiest little cum slut I know, 

You should be reading this while me and my babygirl are enjoying a lovely dinner. 

My babygirl is tired of me having to divert my attention from her to give you instructions. And, if you think about it, it really is unfair to her. So, this letter will serve as your instructions through tomorrow morning. 

When you return to the restaurant, you will once again open the rear passenger door for us. 

My babygirl will let you know where to take us. Just follow her instructions until we return home. 

Upon arrival, you are to follow the instructions that my babygirl gives you until she chooses to dismiss you for the evening. Once dismissed, you may curl up on your bed to rest. 

Please wake my babygirl at 8 AM. The usual variety of breakfast beverages and food should be at our bedside when you wake her. If anything is needed from the store, you may shop for it while we are in the restaurant. My babygirl will instruct you as to how she would like you to wake her. 

You are to follow all of her instructions from this point forward and treat her with the respect she deserves. I expect your best behavior in her presence.

Once she dismisses you tomorrow, you are excused for the day. You may shower in the guest bath and sleep in the guest bedroom. You may not change, shower or wash up before this time. 

Do a good job slut. 

Master 

- - -

I sat there in complete shock. I was half outraged and half concerned about having time to go fetch groceries at the store. 

Wanting to make sure I returned for them by eight sharp, I threw the car into drive and headed to the grocery store.



Pink Ch. 05



* * * * * 

The "Pink" series portrays scenarios that are particular the cuckquean kink.

A cuckquean is a female cuckold. A woman whose husband or boyfriend commits adultery. A woman who enjoys being humiliated by her husband or boyfriend's sex with other women.

All parts of the series will have extreme humiliation and other aspects of emotional masochism. It is this very rejection and debasement that make the story so arousing for a very specific audience that enjoys this kink.

If you do not enjoy this kink or you find it emotionally disturbing, my suggestion is to not read this series.

I understand that not everyone enjoys this particular kink and that it is quite rare. I also understand that, as a writer, I am opening myself up to receive all types of feedback on my writing - the good, the bad and the ugly - and I accept this.

I would ask that readers refrain from shaming those of us that enjoy this kink in the comments. That includes those of us that identify with any of the roles in this story. Those who identify with babygirl should not feel bad about enjoying this type of humiliation just as those who identify with Master or Pink should not feel like they are bad for enjoying handing it out. 

I have known for a long time that this type of story turns me on and I am comfortable with this. However, I would have been thrown by some of those comments many years ago, when I was just trying to figure it all out. I would hate for one of my readers to discover that they find this type of kink hot, only to be belittled and shamed in the comment section. If this story makes you feel angry and outraged, I understand. Please just try to express your feelings without shaming those of us who enjoy this particular kink.

* * * * * 

My head was spinning. I couldn't breathe. I was panicking. Thoughts raced through my mind. 

My Master never went this far. 

My Daddy... Oh, the thought of him like that, as my Daddy, stabbed at me and brought hot tears to my eyes. But there was no doubt in my mind that my Daddy, the Daddy I knew and loved, the Daddy that cherished me and took care of me every day, would never do this. 

I quickly parked the car and grabbed a cart on my way into the store to pick up some of the breakfast items for tomorrow morning. 

I couldn't wrap my head around this. I was drowning. This was no longer a game to me. But how could I make it end? 

I threw some fresh strawberries and ripe bananas into the cart. 

Was he truly still playing? 

I picked up a variety of small juices. 

I could call him right now. 

As I was filling a box with pastries, I thought, I... I could simply... say the safe word.

It's just one word. 

I made my way to the dairy isle and picked out some two percent milk and a vanilla almond milk. 

Tinkerbell. Daddy let me choose that as my safe word a long time ago. 

I headed to check out.

Even though I wasn't the type of babygirl to watch animated films, I always found comfort in the magic of Tinkerbell. And if things got too scary I felt that I could always call upon her. Light and magical, just the sound of her would fill my little heart with hope. And we could bring her, we could literally breathe life into her and give her the ability to fly if we simply believed. And oh, how I believed. And she always came through, with that tinkling fairy flourish and fluttering light. And she could fix anything, simply with a tiny bit of fairy dust. 

I threw my groceries up on the counter. 

It made sense that we used her name as my safe word because whenever I had to face the darkest, scariest moments of my life, I simply had to believe in the magic that she represented. 

I knew, as long as I believed, everything would be alright. My Daddy would still love me. I would still be his babygirl. All of this pain will simply disappear.

It's all going to be okay. 

"Ma'am?"

I stared blankly for a minute, realizing I was lost in thought, "I'm sorry."

"That'll be $31.23."

"Of course," I swiped my card and headed out to the parking lot, remembering what I looked like and what that woman must have been thinking only after I had walked away.

I threw the bags on the passenger seat where the letter was still lying open as I had left it. 

My heart instantly dropped. Master wouldn't even be acknowledging me when I returned to the restaurant. I didn't want to go back. How could I?

My phone alarm beeped. It was ten minutes until eight. 

I instantly forgot about everything I was thinking and just started the car and raced back to the restaurant. Who was I kidding? I could never drive away from this. I simply wanted to obey. And, there was just something about Pink. I couldn't cut this short without having just a little more time with her.

I pulled in with just a minute to spare and ran around to open the door. I kept my eyes on the ground. I couldn't even imagine seeing Master's face if he was going to ignore me. 

They spilled out of the restaurant and fell into the car, lost in conversation. I gently closed their door and walked around to get into the driver's seat.

As I put the car into drive, Pink dropped a paper bag on the front seat, "I figured you might need a little more than... cum, so I saved you some scraps whore."

I sat, motionless. If I moved or spoke, I would surely break. 

"God, you are an ungrateful bitch, aren't you? I bring you something to eat and you say nothing? If I weren't so preoccupied with my Daddy, I would teach you a lesson."

I could hear a new level of confidence in her voice. She was waiting for this. She wanted to be the one who directly humiliated me. I wanted to defy her but I simply couldn't. "Thank you for your generosity," I said quietly.

"That's better. Now take us to Indigo. I want to dance! You can eat while we are inside. I want you to pull up front to let us out and wait there for us."

"Yes Pink," I said as I started driving down the road.

Pink and Master continued to cuddle and laugh in the back seat. Master was still hungry for her. He seemed insatiable in her presence.

When I pulled in front of the club, Pink practically leaped out of the car. She was excited. She spun around before she was halfway to the door and returned to my window. "Stay right here. They won't give you a problem. I expect you to wait right here until we are done. And let me know when you finish eating. You can text me."

And just like that, they were gone. Master hadn't even looked at me. 

I looked at the crumpled bag sitting on the seat next to me. I actually was starving when I thought about it. I couldn't imagine what she had saved for me. Something told me this wasn't a bag with a fork and knife and napkin inside. This was literally a doggy bag. 

I opened it and peered inside, confirming my thoughts. This was a bag of scraps. Steak bits, baked potato skins, and green beans were mottled together and wrapped in foil. The collection of dinner scraps, which had gone cold long ago, was covered in an unappetizing combination of congealed butter, fat and sauces. I reached in and grabbed a green bean and took a bite. Surprisingly, I found it to be delicious. After all, I hadn't eaten food since the night before. I guess I had been reduced to having the mentality of a dog, happy to eat scraps left behind by my owners. I ate quickly, happy that the crowd that was forming at the entrance to the club didn't notice me. I guess this place was pretty popular. I wouldn't know. Daddy didn't dance, at least not for me. When I finished, I promptly texted Pink, making sure to thank her again. 

Something told me that, although she was a babygirl, she'd make a merciless Mistress to me. 

I sat, happy to have a moment to myself for the first time all day. I had been running nonstop for over twelve hours now. I hadn't even had a chance to think about what was happening. Sitting there, I became acutely aware of how dirty I was and what I must look like. My skin was stiff and sticky from the old dried cum. My hair was matted with it. I still wore my collar and leash and the short dress that I put on earlier that morning. I had no panties on and my pussy had been dripping for hours. My thighs were sticky from it. Looking down at myself, I thought, I really have been reduced to nothing but a worthless whore. It's funny how quickly that happened. It's almost if it had snuck up on me without me noticing. 

I took a moment to set my alarm for tomorrow morning. I didn't want to forget and end up waking up Pink late.

I was startled by a knock on the window. It was a girl from the club. I started the car and put the window down. 

"Hey, uh, Pink sent me," she shifted around on her feet, seeming very unsure of herself.

She seemed vaguely familiar. I recognized her from somewhere but I just couldn't place it. 

She was wearing a black scooped neck tank top and a short skirt. She had long black hair with a couple of dark red streaks running through it. Her face was thin and angled. She was slim, athletic even, but the way she dressed accentuated her assets. 

Her boobs were small and perky but her nipples were obvious through the flimsy material of her tank, which was strategically shredded, revealing her soft, pale skin and random glimpses of tattoos. She was wearing red and black striped knee socks and her butt cheeks peeked out from the bottom of her skirt. She had the image of a girl tattooed on each arm. 

She was chewing gum and appeared bored as I sat silently waiting to hear why Pink sent her. She was probably going to check that I ate all of the scraps. Apparently, she was going to make me ask. 

"Yes? What can I do for you?"

She chuckled, "I'm not so used to this but... Pink and her Daddy got a bunch of us all heated up in there. God, they are hot! You're so lucky!"

I blinked back tears thinking of how people perceived that they were together and I was basically their pet. 

"Anyway, Pink made this, uh, contest..." she trailed off and looked away, laughing to herself. "Well, uh, she told us all that you were a hungry little cum whore and that the first one to come out here and use your mouth would get to do clean up duty right there in the club."

I sat there in shock. They were going to fuck in the club and let this girl clean them up when they were done. And all she had to do was use me to get off first.

Admittedly, I wouldn't mind having an outlet after wanting to get more of Pink all day. I couldn't believe I would be sending this girl back in to lap up their cum, perhaps even putting her mouth on my... Master. I didn't say anything but unlocked the doors. 

She raised an eyebrow and laughed, "Awww, that's cute! She said you'd want to take the easy way out. Lazy little whore... No, I'm not getting in. Pink said it had to be outside of the car, in front of everyone."

Of course, I thought to myself. Pink wouldn't leave me with a shred of dignity. I looked down as I gripped the handle of the door. I released it but sat still for a minute. She noticed my hesitation and lowered her face close to mine.

She whispered, slowly and deliberately in my ear, "Listen girl, I am not used to this. I think it's hilarious to be honest and if you come out here and get me off, it will be a first for both of us. I am only going to be this generous once. After hearing that girl talk about you, you better act a little more grateful for the opportunity to put your tongue inside of me. To be honest, you're being timed. Pink is up on her Daddy's lap and they are all over each other. His fingers are deep inside of her. They are dying to fuck and they are going to wait until they see you make me cum."

I stiffened and popped the door open, "But how will they see me make you cum?"

"Oh, silly girl, are you new at this? She's got me on Skype ready to stream this so everyone can watch. She's got a whole little group of people in there waiting to see your, uh, performance."

I stood up out of the car. I could not believe how much Pink was entertained by my humiliation. Was stealing my Daddy not enough for her?

As I closed the car door, the girl gasped and laughed again, "I know you! You're the girl from the gym. I've caught you eyeing me in dance class! Oh, this is priceless. Well, you must be really excited to get a taste then!"

My eyes were wide as I realized that she was right. I knew exactly why she was familiar. I only knew her as Laura and I always wished she would talk to me. I used to think about how much Master would love her and here she was.

"I told you I would only be generous once. Kneel bitch," she leaned back against the car door.

I dropped slowly to my knees, placing them on the dirty curb and looked up at her. She picked up the hem of her skirt and tucked it into the waistband so that the material wouldn't block her view of my face. She held her phone in her hands, facing the camera lens squarely at my face, "Smile for the camera," she said with a laugh.

Her hairless mound was right in front of my face. She was indeed dripping wet. I could see how much Pink and Master were exciting everyone inside the club. I moved forward and took one long lap, scooping up the majority of her wetness in a single lick. I could feel her clit poke at my tongue, it was swollen and sensitive, and her knees jerked a little when my tongue made contact with it. 

"Good girl," she said, "More!"

I buried my tongue in her slit, lapping hungrily at her clit. I kept my eyes on her, on the camera, as I worked her pussy as hard and fast as I could. I thought about Pink up on Master's lap, waiting for me to complete my task while enjoying his attention in front their little audience, I could imagine that she wanted me to be quick. All I knew was that Laura could have cum instantly. I didn't expect her to last long. And I had waited for months to even touch her, to just graze her arm or brush by her ass, and I never did. And now, here I was with my mouth inside of her and my face dripping with her juices.

She took one hand off the camera and grabbed my leash, "that's it whore, don't stop, you've got another audience now."

I dare not take my eyes off of her but I knew the crowd around the door must be watching. She was barely able to hold the camera steady at this point. Her legs were trembling and she tightened her grip on my leash, pulling me into her. I sucked and licked and sucked again, pulling her swollen clit in and out between my lips. Her hips started to buck and she started screaming, "That's it, you fucking whore, I am going to cum all over your face!" 

She gripped the back of my head with her hand and held my face tight to her, cumming for what seemed like forever. She was now simply using my face, rubbing her pussy all over my mouth, my nose, my chin - I was covered. When she finally stopped jerking, she pushed me away from her, catching her breath and talking to Pink on Skype. 

"You weren't kidding girl! What a fucking whore!" she watched the screen of her phone for another moment. "Oh shit, they're getting started. I gotta go! Thanks whore," she called as she walked away and disappeared through the crowd that was waiting near the door. 

I was left on my knees, leaning on the car. As I got myself up, I realized just how many people were watching. Some of them seemed amused but some seemed interested in something more, so I quickly slipped back into the car and locked the doors.

I reached over to grab a tissue out of the glove box and stopped myself. I glanced back over at the crowd. Most of them were still glancing over between their conversations. What if one of them were reporting back to Pink and Master? What if someone was taping me? God, I sounded paranoid. I decided to forego wiping my face though. Simply existing with Pink in charge was hard enough. I couldn't imagine surviving a punishment.

My phone beeped and it was a text from Pink. It simply said, "Impressive, but what else should I have expected from a cum hungry little whore like you?"

My phone started to ring and I realized that Pink was contacting me on Skype. I answered the call and found that it was actually Laura looking at me. There was so much noise, between the girls around her and music.

"Hey whore! Pink didn't want you to miss any of this. Wasn't that nice of her? I'm going to pass you off to my girl, Kerrie. She'll make sure you have a great view because I'm going to be pretty busy."

Kerrie was an overly excited redhead that moved around too much at first. I got an idea that they had some type of VIP room, which explained why they had so much freedom to play inside the club. I even got a glimpse of Master as she panned the room in her haphazard attempt to give me a look at everything there. There had to be at least a dozen girls in the room. I felt the sharp bite of jealousy, not because he was surrounded by a dozen or more beautiful women, but because I was not the one that brought him there and made him the only man in the room. Pink stole my Daddy and took over all of the things that I had done, and even the things that I still wished I could do. She stole firsts from me and no one seemed to care.

Master and Pink seemed to be in the center of the room. Comfortable, dark leather couches surrounded them for the most part. Some girls were tangled up with each other on the couches and a few were sitting around them on the floor.

Pink was on her hands and knees. Her little black dress was hiked up around her hips. Master was behind her. His jacket was off as well as his tie. His shirt was partially unbuttoned and his sleeves were rolled up. His pants were gone. He was holding her hips, using long, steady strokes as he moved in and out of her. 

Kerrie brought the camera around and set it down for a minute. Master and Pink stopped fucking for a moment. Kerrie must have laid on the floor behind Master, because now I had the perfect view of Pink's soaking wet pussy and Master's rock hard cock.

Laura was positioning herself underneath Pink. Someone even placed a pillow under her head so she could reach Pink's pussy easier. Laura looked right at the camera for a moment and gave me a quick smile. Then she placed her hands on the tops of Pink's thighs and spread her open. She started to lick Pink's dripping pussy.

Just as Master started to slide his cock into Pink again, I realized that Laura was going to be more than just a clean-up girl. She was part of it. She got to serve both them as they fucked. Her mouth would help both of them cum. I didn't get to help Master cum all day. I was only allowed near Pink after everything was done.

Master continued with long, slow strokes, giving Laura the chance to really lick his shaft as he went in and out of Pink's pussy. Pink came three times, and each time Master would push himself deep inside of her as she convulsed while Laura licked up the mess she made. Finally, I could hear Master start to moan over the crowd and he pumped Pink full of cum with Laura's hungry mouth still on them. 

When Master had finally finished emptying his load inside of Pink he pulled his dick out and shoved it deep in Laura's mouth. I cried out in surprise but no one could hear me. I watched as Laura cleaned Master's dick and Pink's pussy. 

Laura was still lapping up Master's cum from Pink's pussy when someone pulled the camera away so I had the perfect view of Master kissing Pink. They broke apart and Pink stood up and fixed her dress. A few girls brought Master's lost clothes to him and helped him put himself back together. Laura was still lying on the floor.

Pink grabbed the phone and spoke directly to me, "I bet you loved that whore! We'll be out in a minute. I expect you to be standing outside the car and have the door open and waiting for us."

I leaned back in the seat and tried to quiet my mind. She was going to put me through the humiliation of being out there when everyone came out when I just wanted to hide in the car. Of all the suffering I had endured today, this was probably the worst. Seeing them in there together, doing what they were doing, and even engaging others in their play, and making my role as their whore known to others, as if I had never been his babygirl at all.




Pink Ch. 06



* * * * * 

The "Pink" series portrays scenarios that are particular the cuckquean kink.

A cuckquean is a female cuckold. A woman whose husband or boyfriend commits adultery. A woman who enjoys being humiliated by her husband or boyfriend's sex with other women.

All parts of the series will have extreme humiliation and other aspects of emotional masochism. It is this very rejection and debasement that make the story so arousing for a very specific audience that enjoys this kink.

If you do not enjoy this kink or you find it emotionally disturbing, my suggestion is to not read this series.

Some of the comments for the previous chapters have definitely been beyond a constructive criticism of the story. I understand that not everyone enjoys this particular kink and that it is quite rare. I understand that, as a writer, I am opening myself up to receive all types of feedback on my writing - the good, the bad and the ugly.

I would ask that readers refrain from shaming those of us that enjoy this kink. That includes those of us that identify with any of the roles in this story. Those who identify with babygirl should not feel bad about enjoying this type of humiliation just as those who identify with Master or Pink should not feel like they are bad for enjoying handing it out. 

I have known for a long time that this type of story turns me on and I am comfortable with this. However, I would have been thrown by some of those comments many years ago, when I was just trying to figure it all out. I would hate for one of my readers to discover that they find this type of kink hot, only to be belittled and shamed in the comment section. If this story makes you feel angry and outraged, I understand. Please just try to express your feelings without shaming those of us who enjoy this particular kink.

* * * * * 

When we returned home Master told Pink that he was going to head into a shower and that she should join him. I stood in the doorway of the bedroom, waiting for instructions.

"I'll be there in just a minute Daddy."

He disappeared into the bathroom, dropping his clothes on the way. Pink turned to me. "You really have been a good whore tonight. Did you enjoy licking Laura's pussy? She's hot!"

"Y-y-yes, I did. Thank you," truth be told, I was terrified to be alone with Pink.

She walked closer, "She came back in and told us all that you had been gawking at her in the gym for months. What a surprise that must have been for you!"

"It was," at this point I cast my eyes down. I expected something terrible from her.

She was standing right in front of me, "May I see how much you enjoyed tonight, whore?"

I lifted the hem of my dress for her for the second time. My pussy was soaked, not only from making Laura cum but from the ride home, all the texts from the girls, and how Master and Pink were so cuddly and close in the back seat. There was nothing, in all this torture, that didn't make me wet.

Pink cupped my pussy in her hand and I almost jumped but stilled myself, because I knew better than to show my surprise or how desperate I was for someone to touch me there.

"I bet you're dying to cum aren't you, whore?"

"Yes, I am," I kept my eyes on the floor.

"You know I am in charge. I can make you cum if I want. It's my decision."

"I understand."

"Look at me whore," she said as one of her fingers slipped inside my wet slit and started rubbing my clit.

I met her eyes, struggling to keep my knees from buckling. I was instantly ready to cum but I dare not do anything without permission.

"You want to cum whore?"

"Yes, please," the words were almost inaudible. I couldn't speak. I couldn't breathe.

"Not just yet, whore," she snatched her hand away, "that would be too easy."

I leaned against the door frame, trying to catch my breath. I almost lost it. I couldn't imagine the consequences. I could hear that Master was just stepping into the shower.

She watched me as my breathing started coming back to normal. "We still have a little time though, don't we?"

"Yes?" I was so unsure of myself in this moment. I simply had this brief letter from Master and I was supposed to give this girl everything. Sure, I wanted to play with her, but he was so distant, I felt frozen without his attention, unable to make a decision without his approval.

"You remember how much you like my shoes?" She asked and I looked at her puzzled, "Oh, you silly little whore, I notice everything. I know you wished you were big girl enough for sexy shoes," she brought her face close to mine, "Let's see how long it would take for you to make yourself cum using my shoe." I didn't move. "That wasn't a request whore. Get down and rub your soaking cunt on my shoe until you need to ask me to cum."

I dropped to the floor and knelt with my knees spread wide, I looked up at her and she just raised an eyebrow. I inched forward until the toe of her pretty shoe was nestled between my lips. The shoe was instantly sticky and slick with my juices. I rocked my hips so that the toe rubbed my clit and found myself quickly escalating.

I gazed up at her. She looked bored. I tightened my grip on her ankle, still staring at her.

"Oh? Already? My goodness, you are literally a little bitch in heat aren't you?" 

Her words could have tipped me over the edge but without permission I had to hold myself where I was. It took everything I had not to tip.

She continued looking at me and giggled, "You know what? You are just like a little doggy humping my foot there! How cute! If I had more time to play I would have so much fun with you!"

"Please... please Pink..."

"What was that? You want to cum little doggy?" her words were patronizing, threatening again to send me over the edge.

"Yes, please," My eyes were begging her. I didn't know how much more I could take.

"No!" She took her foot away, leaving me humping air for a minute and I just fell onto my side, panting, practically crying, squirming, and desperate for release.

"You are just in a state aren't you? You have absolutely no shame!"

"I'm sorry," I stammered. She was toying with me. She wasn't going to let me cum.

She reached down and stroked my hair, "Gosh, you need it so bad don't you?"

I looked at her, tears welled in my eyes.

"You poor thing. I tell you what. Amuse me just one more time and I will let you cum when me and my Daddy get out of the shower." 

I got to my knees again and reached for her shoe.

"Oh, no no no... I want you to play with yourself this time. And, while you are rubbing your pathetic little cunt, I want you to clean your gooey pussy juices off of my shoe. Look at the mess you made!" She presented the shoe to me, tipping her toes up so I could clean the bottom as well. I really had coated the entire front end of her shoe with my dripping pussy. 

I wrapped my hand around the back of her shoe and brought my mouth close to the tip. I reached my other hand down between my legs and started rubbing slow circles around my swollen clit while I reached out with my tongue and took the first tentative lick of her shoe. I quickly escalated and my right leg started trembling.

"Hold it until my shoe is clean bitch."

I continued to lick and suck at the entire front of her shoe, my tongue lapping at the bottom, even sucking it into my mouth at times. My right leg betrayed me and was now rattling against the floor as I desperately tried to hold myself from cumming.

"You are just like a little doggy! I am so going to call you bitch for the rest of the night!"

I looked up at her. The tip of her shoe in my mouth. It was clean. Between my legs, my soaking wet hand continued to rub. I implored her with my eyes, begged, please to let me stop.

She gazed at me, tilting her head from side to side. I was now covered with sweat, panting around her shoe, trying to keep myself from exploding.

"That's enough bitch!"

I collapsed onto the floor, my chest heaving.

"Good doggy," she giggled, and stooped down to talk to me. "Now, I am going to shower with my Daddy. I want you to be all curled up in your bed ready for me when we come out."

Pink walked away and went into the bathroom. I laid there for a few minutes while my breathing returned to normal. And then, I simply crawled over to my bed on the floor, my glorified dog bed. I'm sure she would have loved to see me crawl. I did not do it to entertain anyone. I was simply exhausted, defeated and now at her mercy. She had literally reduced me to a pathetic begging whore, a pet, a doggy. Crawling did not confirm that. The fact that I curled up on this bed on the floor and waited for her to come back and humiliate me in front of Master confirmed it. I was hers. I would do as she said, even if she did steal my Daddy away from me.

I could hear her excitedly telling Master that she had a surprise for him when they got out of the shower. I could hear them talking and laughing, kissing sometimes. I don't know how long the shower went on because I think I started to drift off.

When I opened my eyes again, they were standing over me, with towels wrapped around them. 

"Good morning bitch," Pink said, "you're a tired little doggy aren't you? Don't worry, I'll let you sleep soon." She turned to Master, bouncing up and down, "Ready?"

"Yes babygirl, but remember, make it quick, I don't want to waste time toying with her when I could be playing with you," with that, he pulled her in and bit her neck.

She giggled, "Oh it'll be quick Daddy. She gets there fast, she's like a bitch in heat over being our little whore today."

She crouched down to get close to me again and ran her hand over the top of my head, "Now, bitch," she whispered, "I am going to be very generous and rub that pathetic little cunt of yours. You be a good girl and beg me for permission to cum when you are ready, do you understand?"

"Yes Pink, I do."

"Good doggy," she cooed and she reached her hand between my legs and started rubbing my sore, desperate clit.

I immediately responded. I was trembling and panting quickly. My right leg started shaking like it does and she looked up at Master and said, "Look Daddy! It's just like when you scratch a dog in the right spot. Her leg shakes. She's just like a little doggy!"

"Yes. Yes she is, babygirl."

Pink continued her assault on my clit and I decided to start asking early so I wouldn't tip over without permission.

"Pink, may I cum?"

"Are you really ready already? You are a little whore, aren't you?"

"Yes Pink, I am a pathetic little whore. Please, may I cum?"

"Oh, you admit it now? What else will you admit?"

"I am desperate Pink. I have been wet and wanting to cum to all day. Please?"

"So it turns you on that I came here and stole your Daddy? That your Daddy has had his fingers and tongue and dick inside me all day? You like that bitch?"

"Yes Pink. I love it. It makes me so wet and turns me on so much, please, please let me cum."

She slowed her pace and started circling my clit very slowly. She spoke to me in a soft tone, her voice low and soothing, as if she was trying to calm a rabid dog, "Easy bitch. Hold it for me. I want to hear more." Master slid down the foot board of the bed, sitting right next to us on the floor. He listened closely.

"So, you are telling me that it turns you on that my Daddy, who used to be your Daddy, has just been all over me all day, making me cum over and over and cumming inside every single hole of mine. Do you realize just how much we both have cum today? We can't get enough of each other. Does that really turn you on bitch? Does that make your little pathetic cunt want to cum?"

"Yes, I love it. Please Pink, please let me cum!"

"Easy girl, tell me. Tell me what you want me and my Daddy to do."

"I want you to get in that bed and forget that I even exist! I want you to sleep together all night and leave me here alone. Please, please Pink, I am begging you!" I was lost. I was going to tip over without permission. I couldn't hold it another second.

She snatched her hand away, "Oh we will bitch, we already planned on that, and so much more."

"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God." I couldn't stop repeating those words. I rolled around on the bed, squirming and panting. My clit was throbbing and felt like it was going to explode. The pressure was painful.

"Awwww, what's the matter bitch? Did you really think I was going to let you cum?" She laughed, "Now that would have been no fun."

She jumped up onto her feet, "I am not completely merciless though. I'll be right back!"

She ran into the bathroom and returned.

"Now, me and my Daddy are going to get into that bed and we are going to play and play and play, until we are done cumming and want to sleep. You are not allowed to cum until we are done, do you understand?"

"Yes Pink," I whimpered. I was lost, almost sobbing now.

"You can sleep if you're tired. I don't care. But if you want to cum, you must wait until we are finished cumming. We come first, always. You are last. Do you understand?"

"Yes Pink," I answered, knowing I was pathetic enough to stay up and listen to them as they played, because I wanted to, and also because I was that desperate to cum.

"There will be nothing for you tonight. We are going to curl up and go to sleep. I do not want to hear a sound from you when you cum. You are to do it silently. I do not want your clean up services. I just want to cuddle with my Daddy and drift off to sleep."

"I understand Pink." My voice was thick with defeat.

"Now, I want to be woken up in the morning with your tongue inside my pussy, nothing else. No touching my titties or grabbing my ass, just your tongue in my pussy. And you are not to put a hand on my Daddy no matter how much he is wrapped up with me. You just figure that out, do you understand?"

"Yes Pink, I understand."

"Once I am done with you, I will let you know. Now, I know you have to sleep alone and you're used to having something to cuddle with so I didn't want to leave you with nothing. Here," She dropped the thong she had been wearing all night on the bed next to my face, it was soaking wet. "You can cuddle with my panties. I cannot tell you how many times I've cum in them tonight. I saved them just for you bitch." 

I grabbed them up in my hand, "Thank you Pink." I feared that if I didn't appear truly grateful, she would take away my permission to cum.

"Good girl," she cooed and patted my head, "Goodnight."

And with that, she turned to Daddy who was still sitting on the floor. He climbed to his feet and took her in his arms and kissed her. When they pulled away, he said, "You weren't kidding were you babygirl? You really did torture the little whore. You have a cruel streak I didn't even know existed."

"Never with you Daddy," she giggled, "come on, let me show you what a good girl I can be."

I lied there as they climbed into the bed together, their mouths on each other. They seemed to never stop kissing. I would love to say that I could not believe how intoxicated Master had become with her but I was equally as intoxicated.

I could have stood up and yelled out the safe word and Master would respond. I know he would, wouldn't he? But I didn't want to. I had to admit that to myself. I wanted to see how much I could take. And, at every turn, every push to another limit, it was hotter and hotter for me. I could not deny that. I could not deny that, even as it cut into my soul, burning me with jealousy and the pain of the ultimate rejection, it drove me crazy with arousal.

I expected the orgasm that Pink said I could have to be one the biggest ones of my life. It would come fast and hard and my biggest challenge would be to remain silent.

I could hear Master's hunger in each sound as he grabbed up a nipple in his mouth, or ran his hand down the curve of her hip. I could not see but I know Master and I know when he is hungry for someone. There is an urgency in exploring that new territory that cannot be replicated after he's been with someone over and over. And, although that alone should have provided me with comfort, knowing that she was indeed, new to him, I thought, what if she isn't? What if he held onto that level of passion for someone after being with them for months and months? What if she really did do something for him that I could never do?

That thought and the others that raced through my head as I tried to relax, made me squirm as the heat between my legs burned almost white hot. I imagined that when I finally had the freedom to cum without asking permission, the slightest touch would send me reeling.

Master was between her legs, making her cum over and over again. He would have her bucking and screaming and thanking him. And then she would beg him to give her a minute and I would hear him telling her how good she tasted and how much he couldn't resist that sweet pussy. I could hear his soft kisses, imagining how he would place them right on her swollen lips, and then he would lick softly, giving her a chance to recover. He was so gentle with her. He wouldn't force her to endure climax after climax, even when it made her crazy. He brought her back up slowly, giving her a chance to recover and get to the point where she could handle it. And he would talk to her sweetly, between all the kisses and licks, before he went after it, making her cum all over again.

I could hear how he climbed up her body, loving every inch between her pussy and her mouth, stopping at places along the way, tasting, kissing and licking every spot. He stopped at her hips and her belly button, and then he spent time with her breasts and nipples, making her cum three more times before moving up to her neck. I could tell that he bit her and probably left marks by her moans and yelps. Pink was a cupcake like no other and Master was hungry.

By her sudden gasp I could tell that he slipped inside her as he reached her lips. I imagined that their bodies were touching along every inch of their length. His movements seemed slow and fluid, as if he was penetrating her with long deliberate strokes. He was not fucking her. He was making love to her, slow and leisurely, enjoying each moment inside of her, connecting with her - mind, body and soul. He didn't want it rushed. He wanted it to last as long as possible. He moaned, almost with every stroke, telling her wonderful it felt to be inside of her. She answered him, in breathless whispers, no longer the cruel, pretty girl that came here to steal my Daddy. This man inside of her wasn't stolen. He was with her, willingly and completely, he had surrendered to her, just as much as she had to him.

Their lovemaking seemed to go on forever and I could tell there were moments when he stopped his thrusting just to enjoy being inside of her as he kissed her and told her how good she made him feel. Their conversation took a terrifying turn as I could hear them lose themselves in each other. I could hear a connection being fostered that could only exist between two people in that position. 

"Daddy?"

"Yes, my babygirl?" his words were breathless. I had never heard him so lost in someone before.

"I love you."

I could hear his movement stop. Was he shocked? Had this game gone to this girl's head? I couldn't imagine how he would handle this awkward moment. I knew she was tied up in the game but I didn't think she let it get to her this bad.

"Oh babygirl, I love you," with that, I could hear him kissing her and continue moving inside her with increased intensity.

Tears welled in my eyes. He was gone. He lost it. He would never tell someone that. He knew the dangers of getting to attached to play mates or letting them get too attached to us. In one short day, this girl had showed up and turned our world upside down. Master had lost his mind, and broke my heart, in less than 24 hours with some random pretty girl from the mall. How random was she? He never called anyone babygirl before.