18 comments/ 169867 views/ 64 favorites A True Slave Daughter Ch. 01 By: DaDom People are always seeking someone to satisfy their needs. These needs may change in time, as well as who they need. When you are young, you know very little about life or yourself. It means some changes are inevitable during your lifetime. Despite this fact, you still make important decisions like marriage, even though it concerns the quality of your life for long term. When I got married I was thinking my wife, Betty, was the right person to spend my whole life with. She gave birth to our daughter Karen, one year after our marriage. It was such a wonderful moment in our life. We were a real family. Good things and bad things always come in the same package so there were some critical side effects of such a change. Betty soon started to become a loving, caring mother, which was a very good thing but she neglected to be the same lover I got married with, which was a very bad thing. On my side, I also changed into a very demanding and dominant man in time. In order to make the story short a divorce was inevitable even at that time but it happened after 15 years of marriage. To the questions may come to your mind, my obvious answer is yes, I cheated on her on many occasions but she never committed such an act as far as I know. I relocated in another state far from the one my ex-wife and my daughter lived in. I kept supporting them at a distance for many long years. Somehow we always managed to have good relations that made life much easier for all of us. I was a management consultant serving some companies at executive level, so I had enough time and money for myself to satisfy the unusual needs that I had developed. As a consequence, I gained much further experience in dominating and using submissive women and girls sexually. I am sure they enjoyed it a lot serving me at their limits. As you may guess, I am a dominant man and I like to push my submissive women's limits and use them at the extreme level possible. Betty never got married again. Karen became a lawyer and started her career at a local law firm. She got married to Jeff who was also a lawyer at the same firm. She never asked my advice. It was her decision and I respected it. I hardly knew Jeff anyway. Betty mentioned to me a few times on the phone that they were quite happy and that was all what I needed to know as a father. It was in my to-do list to visit them after their marriage but I postponed doing it. I had just started to feel uncomfortable about the situation I created when Karen called me to inform that she would be visiting one of their customers in my town. It was a three-day business trip from the next Wednesday to Friday. She wouldn't be alone, but with a couple of lawyers from the same firm. They were going to stay at a business hotel in the town. It would be a very tight schedule for them but she could save one evening for me and asked if I could have time to meet with her after their meeting on Thursday evening. I would be available all day and suggested to have a dinner at my place for convenience, since my house was in between the meeting place and the hotel. We planned it on the phone quickly. According to the plan, she would be in my place at 5:30PM and I would take her to the hotel before 11:00PM. It was a relief for me to be honest. I prepared everything neatly on that day. She was on time. It didn't surprise me to see a beautiful young businesswoman at my door. She was wearing a high quality black suit, white shirt, sunglasses, high-heeled shoes and no stockings. I hugged her tight and kissed her on the cheeks several times to display how much I missed her. I asked her how hungry she was. "I am starving" was her reply. We ate much and talked less at first, and then did the opposite. She said it a few times that she enjoyed everything but the wine at most, which was a rare Cabernet Sauvignon from Italy I had saved for such an occasion. She talked and I listened to her carefully. It was all about her business for more than an hour. What I understood, she was doing very well. I could see in her eyes the excitement and could feel her ambition of being a much better lawyer in time. Life was not about only business so I had to ask her how Jeff was doing. To my surprise, the excitement in her eyes disappeared immediately. "He is doing OK." was her answer. It was short and carrying no emotion. I hesitated for a moment how to continue and then decided to dig into it. "Your Mom thinks he is a very good husband to you." I said it for a purpose, which was to see her immediate reaction. "She thinks so," she said and stopped talking, instead sipping at her wine. I was sure there was something wrong. "What is the problem?" She looked at the wine glass avoiding any eye contact with me for some time and then looked into my eyes and said "The problem. It is a problem for him that he is being very kind to me." There was a fake smile on her face. I needed a small break before going into deeper. "I have a box of Cohiba1966 Limited Edition". She looked puzzled and obviously had no idea of Cuban cigars. I had to give her some brief information about Cuban cigars and the brand I had just mentioned. She showed an obvious interest in trying one cigar together with the wine. I placed the box onto the dining table and prepared one cigar for her and one for myself. First I demonstrated to her how to smoke and she copied me immediately. I saw the excitement on her face again. She was enjoying it, a perfect combination of a high quality smoke and a rare red wine, so I let her enjoy that moment. We talked about such pleasures of life's offerings to us, and the different tastes that had already been discovered and were to be discovered in the future. We both knew we had been delaying a conversation about her marriage and it was just about to come. "He might be a kind husband but not the man you need." I said and waited for her to respond. She didn't say anything but nodded. "Huh, I didn't know that my daughter was a filthy slut." I said with a smiling face as if it was a joke. She joined me with laughter. "Not really," She said. "It is not even close. I am still an innocent little girl." She was laughing at what she was saying. "I didn't buy what you said. He must be the innocent one not you, little naughty girl." We were both laughing loud. "Poor Jeff." She said and I repeated it "Poor Jeff." There happened to be more jokes and more laughter. The limited time was passing quickly. I helped her to stand up by reaching her hand and pulling her when she asked permission to go to the bathroom. "This way." I said pointing at the door. She had just taken a step toward the door and I was looking at her buttocks. I wanted to slap her bottom and I did. I hit her right buttock using my right hand. It was a bit harder than I had intended. "Hurry-up." came from my mouth with the slap. "Ouch," She looked at me back and rubbed her bottom. "That was hard." She said with a smiling face. "Go." I said and she left the room. Her hand was still on her bottom, rubbing herself. She came back after a few minutes. I checked the clock to see it was 8:33 PM. "Are you good?" I asked. "Yes, I am," She said and continued, "No mark left." "What mark?" I suddenly realized she had examined her bottom at the bathroom mirror. "You know, Jeff might get a wrong idea I thought and, " She stopped when she saw the expression on my face. "What? Is that wrong?" "Nope," I said, "It is normal. I just didn't think it was that hard" "It was and it is still sore." She brought her hand onto her slapped bottom again. "Sorry Karen, I didn't mean that," I apologized but couldn't help me to smile "but you did deserved it." "No, I didn't." She objected. She was smiling again. "Maybe a little but not that hard." "Come on you little pain slut. Don't lie to me!" I said it as if I was joking. "Oh Dad, what are you saying to me?" I knew one thing very well, which was a submissive look. She was very submissive in my opinion. I started to think her marriage was a huge mistake. I might help her. I should help her. She should know what she is, who she is. All of this came to my mind immediately. I was sure I would do that. "Honey, you are desperate for pain." "Really, is that what you think?" "Yes, and there is more" "Like what?" "You like to be treated rough and hard, like a whore maybe." "That was harsh." "I think it is a fact, Karen. I can easily tell what is missing in your life." "What?" "Hard sex, in the first place." "Huh, what is your hard sex definition?" "It is like hair pulling, spanking, slapping, pinching, and leaving marks on your body." I was going very slow to observe her reaction after each word came out from my mouth and I continued, "Deep-throat mouth fucking." She was almost mesmerized. "Hard anal sex. Calling you names, very dirty names. Humiliation and maybe some degrading." It was more than she could handle and she reacted, "Oh no, no, you are getting a very wrong idea about me." I stopped talking and looked into her eyes, "Sorry baby. It must be the wine and my bad imagination. Forget all," and added, "If I am wrong?" It was a tricky question indeed, she didn't reply. "No more wine." I said moving the glasses away on the table. I stood up. "Coffee?" I asked, as if I was going to the coffee machine. "Yes, please" She said. She forced herself to smile at me again looking into my eyes. She was disturbed very much. I never took a step toward the coffee machine. I looked at her for a moment and then slapped her face hard. "Oh, no!" was the only sound from her. She was in shock, trembling and holding her head between her hands, as if trying to protect herself from another slap. "Don't!" I said while grabbing her hair and forcing her to look at me again. "Put your hands down!" She obeyed. "Look at me in the eyes!" She obeyed again. "You are a dirty little whore," I said and asked, "Tell me what you are!" She said nothing but looked into my eyes. I didn't ask again, but slapped her face hard one more time. Her hands didn't move. She said nothing but kept looking at me in the eyes. "You should have answered me. You did say neither a yes, nor a no. It means you know you are a dirty little whore inside." I reached for her face and rubbed the back of my right hand on her right cheek, I haven't slapped yet. "Be a good girl and tell me with your own words what you are. " I asked again and received no answer from her. She knew what I was going to do next and she waited for it. It came very hard on her right cheek. "Ouch!" was the only sound from her. She was soon looking into my eyes again. "Hmm, your pain threshold is definitely high." I said as if I was thinking something else and added, "I wonder if you could handle it." It was just to make her curious about what I was going to do. "Don't move anywhere." I ordered her and left the room. I knew she was going to obey me. She had her own reasons. They were the curiosity, the challenge, and the chance of discovering herself. She knew I had already discovered her dark side she had been hiding from everybody for long time. It was a unique chance for her to go a bit further. She also knew I wouldn't hurt her since I was the father. She was a very clever girl. I found her at the same place and in the same position when I came back. She looked at what I was holding in my hand. She was mesmerized. "No, you can't do this to me. There is no way you can use it on me." I knew the actual reason and it wasn't the pain, but the marks I would leave on her body. It was the fear of being discovered by her husband and maybe her mother. She already knew about cane marks, cutting cane marks would be lasting long. "Too late, you will take it as a big girl now. You will be caned!" I said. "Please, I would do anything else and yes I am a dirty little whore, and yes you were right all about them and more." She started begging to me. Her resistance was just broken. It was too easy and the reason behind it was not her submissiveness, but her fear of being discovered by the others. I hadn't intended to use such a fear. What I wanted for her was to acknowledge her deep submissive needs. That was my intention. "Bend over the dining table!" I commanded. "No, please!" She tried to object. "Just bend over that damn table!" I ordered her louder. "Oh, God." She said and bent over the dining table as instructed. I had already decided not to use the cane and not to leave marks on her body, but to spank her long and slow. It was up to her to go further for her needs afterwards. The time was very limited and it was the best I could do for her for the time being. It still would be a significant progress on her side. For my part, I did a very good job. I spanked her slow and long. She was as quiet as she could be. I checked the clock when I was done. It was 9:27PM. "That's it. You may rise." I instructed her and added, "You may now go to the bathroom to masturbate." I left the room indicating that I would be in the living room. She came to the living room after a few minutes. I wasn't surprised when she said she was done. But I was surprised when she said, "Thank you, Sir." I knew she had no more fear at that moment. I still had to ask a question to make it evident to both of us. "Are you going to divorce him?" "Yes I am, Sir." I was happy for her and was proud of myself for that very quick achievement. "May I tell you something, Sir?" She interrupted my thought. I already knew what she was going to tell. "Go and bend over that damn table!" I said. "Thank you, Sir." She said. She was rewarded by cane for the first time in her life at that night. I left five proper cane marks on her bottom. I took her to the hotel just before 11:00PM, which was in-line with the original plan. When I came back home there was a text message on my phone from her. "I feel I am your property now and forever. If you wish to own me as a novice slave, I will be at your service before these beautiful marks you left on my bottom disappear." I thought for couple of seconds and typed, "Yes". to be continued... A True Slave Daughter Ch. 02 Great power comes with great responsibility. You should devote yourself to a cause with your whole strength and soul. Mastery requires doing that. It demands all of a man indeed. If you are stepping into a long-term relation you need to be patient, being aware that there is a right time for everything. You need to establish security and reliability at first. There is always a price for actual joy. In my case I knew it wouldn't be simple. It wouldn't be a play partner thing, but a long-term relation because of our actual roles against each other. You may end up a relation but you are always the father. There was already a decision. I was her owner. A slave has no right according to its theory. But it still would be a very naive approach if you think a slave would have no expectations and no need for being a slave to her master, for being a mother to her kids, for being a friend to her friends, for being a businesswoman etc. In some cases isolation from the actual world might be preferred but this wouldn't be good in my opinion. I wanted Karen to be a true slave to me. This was the only way to live whatever we would have properly. In my definition a true slave must be capable of displaying several lives in different environments without creating a conflict for her master in making decisions for her. So Karen's task was very clear but not so easy to be done. I called her in the evening of the day after her being caned. She had just arrived at the airport with her colleagues. I could sense the excitement and joy in her voice, which was a good thing. They had plenty of time for departure yet. I asked her to part from them and listen to me carefully. When she did, I started to give all the instructions she would need that evening and the next day. Her arrival at the airport would be early in the morning. She wasn't allowed to stay at her house together with Jeff. She would need a temporary place to stay at. I had booked a hotel for her. She would have to go to the hotel directly after her arrival and check-in. All expenses were my responsibility. She would have to meet with Jeff to announce her decision. So she would need to be at home after she refreshed at the hotel. It would be a brief declaration but nothing more. She shouldn't listen to him or jump into an unwanted argument. She would have to declare she was going to divorce him and she would be taking her belongings with her in the evening. She would have to pay a visit her mom after Jeff. She would explain the situation to her mom briefly and ask her help for packing her belongings. She would give her mom just one excuse for divorcing Jeff, that she had been unhappy since the beginning. The reason was that he wasn't the right man for her. It was completely her mistake to be corrected by this divorce. I was sure her mom would be understanding of the situation. Once she was back to the hotel in the evening, she would have to prepare her résumé for sending to the people I was going to let her know by e-mail. There were three contacts from three different law firms located in my town. She would have to investigate these firms and prepare proper cover letters for them. She would have to send her CVs to me for my proof reading before sending them to these people. All the above instructions were about the next day. She was going to have such instructions daily and I would be able monitor her activities all the time. That's why we were in need of a proper communication since there was a distance between us. So I had set up two instant messaging accounts, one for her and one for me. She was going to use it for reporting all her activities to me instantly. She would also keep all her messages and my replies to establish a timetable supported with comments, pictures and videos. I was going to let her know when she would have to add pictures and videos. She would always have to have an immediate access to this timetable. I suggested her to start with an Excel file. We were going to go through that timetable after some time anyway. She would have a chronological list of all events in her new life at the end. It was obvious that she would have to ask my approval and permission for most of her daily activities and decisions. The only exception was some part of her business for time being. She listened to me carefully. She repeated all to confirm they were understood well when I asked her to do. She was a clever girl anyway. And then I came to the instructions she would need during the flight. She was going to take pictures of her caned bottom at the lavatory in the plane. They had to be proper pictures displaying all marks clearly. She had to put these pictures into the timetable with comments where they were taken and when these marks happened afterwards. There was more for her for the flight. I asked her if she had a paddle like hairbrush with her. She said no so she had to buy one. I informed her she was going to use it for making her little pussy red during the flight and urged her to find one. She moved around to search for shops might sell such products while she was on the phone with me. She found one after a few minutes. There was a black hairbrush at a proper size for slapping her pussy with a rounded handle. I thought that handle might also be used. She had to buy it. Then I started to give her the orders. "You will wait for one hour after takeoff and then go to the lavatory. Once you are in, you will get naked completely. You will take two pictures of cane marks. Are you shaved?" "Yes I am, Sir." "Good. You will sit on the closet with your legs wide open revealing your pussy well. You will take a clear picture of your pussy. You will rub your hand on your pussy for a minute." "After rubbing yourself, you will start hitting your pussy with hair brush for 30 times at 5 seconds intervals. You have to do it hard, regardless the sound you are going to create. It must be red, not reddish, at the end. Do you understand?" "Yes, I do, Sir" "Once it is red, you will take a picture of your red pussy. Making your little pussy red for me must be rewarded immediately. So you will shove the handle of the hairbrush completely into your pussy. While the handle is inside your pussy, you will play with your clit till you cum. If it is too fast you will continue doing it till you cum again. Do you understand?" "Yes I do, Sir." "After you are done, you will take a picture while the handle is buried into your pussy. You will pull the handle out and take a picture of the handle with your thick juices on it. You will get dressed and put the handle into your bag as it is with the juices on. You will go back and sit down till end of the flight. "You are going to send me all these pictures when you are in the hotel. You will also write to me what you did, and how. Understood?" "Yes, Sir." "One more thing. You are not allowed to pee during the flight. You may go to the toilet once in the airport before the flight. Understood?" "Yes, Sir." "Are you wet?" "Yes I am, Sir." "Since when?" "Since you called me, Sir." "You little dirty slut!" "I am, Sir." "You will have all the details of instant messaging accounts a few minutes later. You may go now." "Thank you, Sir." You should know that a pain slut requires pain for a real turn on. She is always hungry for pain. It is up to you as her user or owner to calculate the doses and how to do it. You may either spoil it, or make it a real joy for both parties. Humiliation works in the same way too if your slut requires humiliation. My slut was in need of both pain and humiliation. She was inexperienced yet but was very willing to try. I knew it was just a slow start for the time being but I was going to use her at extreme for my own pleasure eventually. I messaged her the details. I was expecting at least a message from her before the departure. She sent one message sometime before her departure asking permission to go to the toilet. I replied her that she might go to the toilet. She thanked me as always. I received two more messages from her before I went to bed. "I am going to the plane, Sir." and "I am going to turn my mobile off, Sir." I knew she was very excited and might be in need of hearing some words about her excitement, but I didn't do anything. There was a 3 hour time difference between the two states. I woke up at around 7:00AM in the morning. There was a bunch of messages came from her. "We just landed, Sir.", "I am going to the hotel, Sir" etc. I quickly checked the last message to see "I am done with Jeff as instructed and going to Mom, Sir." It was obvious she would be good in reporting her activities to me. There was also an email from her in my inbox. It was a bulky email with attachments. I started to read it slowly. Dear Sir, I have just arrived at the hotel. Thank you for being so generous as the room is a junior suite, which is very spacey and luxurious. The flight was crowded. I waited for an hour after takeoff and then I went into the lavatory. I got undressed completely. There is one thing I have to tell you, that I had been very excited since you instructed me what to do during flight. So I was very wet, Sir. My panties were soaking wet, too. Thank you for having me always wet for you, Sir. I hope that would please you, Sir. I took two pictures of beautiful cane marks you left on me. I love my cane marks, Sir. I often touch them and look at them. The pictures are attached to this e-mail. I also took a picture of my wet panties that I thought might please you as well. I hope it would, Sir. You have such an immediate and long lasting effect on me, Sir. I sat on the closet and opened my legs wide to reveal my pussy clearly. I took a picture of my pussy. I checked to see if it was a clear picture. It was, Sir. Then I rubbed my right hand on my pussy for a minute. I was getting very excited. I took the hairbrush and started to hit my pussy with it as instructed. It was noisy, Sir. It was painful, too. I was checking it constantly how red it was getting. I wanted to make it real red for you, for your pleasure, Sir. I hit my pussy real hard 30 times. It hurt a lot and it became red as in the picture I took. I hope that it would please you. My only thought was to please you at these moments, and I realized I was dripping wet when I was done, Sir. I shoved the handle into my wet pussy. As I said, I was incredibly wet, Sir. I came instantly when I touched my clit. Thank you, Sir. I kept playing with my clit and I came again in less than a minute. Thank you, Sir. I was trembling sitting on a closet in the lavatory of a plane with a hairbrush buried into my pussy. I want to please you, Sir. I wanted to please you very much. I took a picture of the hairbrush in my pussy. Then I pulled it out to see white, thick juices on it. I took its picture, too. I dressed and put the hairbrush into my bag. May I keep the panties and the hairbrush as memories of this incident, Sir? I can label them and keep them in a safe place, Sir. When I was out of the lavatory there were 5 people waiting in the queue and I felt as if everyone was looking at me. It was humiliating. My pussy was sore and still extremely wet. I went to my seat and never moved till end of the flight. My only thought was to please you properly. I am attaching all pictures I took to the email. There are 8 pictures in total. I hope they would please you, Sir. Your property Karen There were pictures named properly. I looked at them for long time. They were all beautiful. I had never seen such a red pussy in my life. The handle was all covered with her thick juices. They made me real hard at that moment. There was a bonus picture showing herself completely including her face while sitting on the closet with the hairbrush buried into her pussy. I realized that I was looking at my slut's pictures. A slut deserves to be my slave. A slave I had been looking for. I had never thougt they were of my daughter. That moment was a breaking point for me indeed. I would go further than I intended. To be continued... A True Slave Daughter Ch. 03 There might be moments in your life you feel you are capable of doing almost anything. If you have experienced it at least once, you know that it is a full of energy state of your body and your mind. You should avoid trying the impossible during such a mood, since its unpredicted consequences might be destructive for you and for the others in relation with you. In my opinion, it is the best thing to do what relaxes you at most at such times in order to calm down. I was in such a mood on that Saturday morning. I had experienced it several times, that sudden unexpected changes in my favor might lead me to start feeling that way. Karen's new role in my life was surely one of them. I was still in my bed reviewing what had happened and I was trying to estimate what might happen. It was no surprise anymore that Karen was doing what she had to do almost in a perfect way. The complicated part to be resolved was about my feelings. I needed some more time. She was on the way to her Mom's according to the last message from her. So I should expect a call from Betty in a few hours to discuss Karen's decision. I was going to tell her that we would have to support our daughter and display it to her clearly that we would be always on her side whatever would happen, which was our primary duty as parents. Betty would be happy to hear it from me that I was going to support Karen financially. She would also be pleased to know I was going to help Karen with a new job in the other firms. Betty wouldn't approve it for Karen to stay in the same firm with Jeff. I had already planned such a conversation with Betty. It was a part of the master plan I had in my mind. Karen would be too busy to follow the instructions she had during the day. I was not going to disturb her. I was monitoring her activities instantly anyway. The day was long and what I needed at that moment was to find a way to relax. There were several alternatives I could use. But I had a young college girl in my mind. I checked the clock to see it was 7:49AM. It was early but I wouldn't care. I picked the phone and dialed a number. It took long to hear a voice from the other side as I expected. "Hello, old man." It was a sleepy voice. Shelly wasn't a morning person, not especially on the weekends. "You never know how to address me, little bitch." I answered her "Oh, Daddy. You should remind this girl who you are more often. I haven't heard from you for ages." She reproached me. "Was that a complaint?" "Oh, no. Sir. You just don't know how much I missed you." "Was that a long night?" I ignored what she said and changed the subject. "Oh, yeah. It was a very long night, Sir." I could easily sense the joy in her voice. Shelly was a switch. A switch might be either a submissive or a dominant to her or his partner. I knew her for 2 years. Her father who was an ex-colleague of mine introduced her to me when she started at a college in my town. She was a young beautiful black girl. I helped her for an easy start in the town. She thanked me in a very special way as you may guess. She was full of surprises. She participated in many sessions with me. She was a decent submissive with a very high pain threshold that I liked a lot. On the other side, she might be a cruel top to her bottom, who was either a woman or a man. She was bi and she would like to deal especially with older women when she was a top. "Is she a newbie?" I asked her. She replied with laughter. "How did you know?" "I just know my little bitch well. Is she able to walk?" I asked. "Oh no, Daddy. No, she is no good for pain." I heard a slapping sound and then a cry from her new partner. "You see. She just can't handle the pain," She was laughing loud. "She is too weak but..." She stopped. I could hear she was talking to her newbie now. "Come here bitch! Here! Right between my legs." Then she continued, "She is a good ass licker, Sir. A real one." She talked to her again. "Aren't you, dirty petite whore?" I hardly heard a voice "Yes, I am. Miss." She continued, "Did you hear what she said?" "Yes, I did. You owe me for this little morning pleasure." I teased her. "Anything you want. You don't know how I wish you were here, Daddy." She whispered the last sentence. It was very attractive. I jumped into it immediately. I had called her for this purpose anyway. "I could be there in an hour then." I suggested. "No, not this time, Sir. I am sorry but not today." Her response surprised me. It wasn't her typical behavior. "Why is that?" I was curious. "I won't tell." It was a secret. I was getting more curious about it. "I see that you keep her for yourself." "Maybe" She said. "What might be so special about her?" "She is a newbie, Sir." She laughed. "Nothing special about this old dirty whore." "She must be someone that I know." I concluded and I knew it was true. "Maybe" She was laughing loud at me now. "You will pay for this, both of you indeed. You can't hide her from me forever." I threatened her. "I am sure about that, Sir. As you know, I am always ready. I will make sure this ass licking whore will be ready by that time, too" She was such a bitch. I liked her ways. "I will see." I replied as if I doubt she wouldn't make it properly. I knew she would reveal more information about this new slut while she was trying to make me sure she would. "I have just started it, Daddy. As a matter of fact, this bitch had always been in front of my eyes but I missed her until last night, shame on me. Let me take my time and train her well. I promise you will enjoy her very much, eventually." Her explanation brought a slightly possible idea into my mind. "Is she a relative?" I asked her that made her laugh again. "No, she is not. But who knows, maybe someday I may experience this taboo, too" She was still laughing. "Did you hear what he said, bitch?" She was asking her newbie. The new slut murmured, "No I didn't, Miss." Then she ordered her, "You keep licking my ass! Push your tongue inside a little!" "What is this shit? Is her only talent licking your dirty black ass?" I teased her again. "Don't blame her, Daddy. It is already a big step for her. She also experienced a long face sitting the hard way though." She continued, "She will experience much dirtier before the day ends." She laughed at her. "What do you have in your wicked mind, little girl?" I was curious about the dirtier thing. "Hmm. She looks thirsty to me." She laughed at what she just said and continued " She will have to thank me soon for letting her drink from me." It came to my mind at that moment and I murmured "A morning pee. Why not." I wasn't talking to her but myself. "I remember the first time you did it to me, Sir." She was talking to me but I wasn't with her anymore. "I need to go." I informed her sharply. "So suddenly?" She panicked. "Are we going to meet soon? Please, Daddy" "Maybe. I'll let you know." I said. "Oh no, you will disappear again." I could feel the disappointment in her voice. "I promise I will call you soon, Shelly." I assured her. I hardly used their names when I was talking to my subs. She knew that it was real and accepted it eagerly. "I will look forward to it, Sir." "Enjoy your newbie, Shelly. Treat her well. Take care." "You too, Sir." The conversation was ended. I already had my mind made up. What I needed was a cup of coffee and then a full breakfast. I sent a message to Karen that she would need an HD camcorder today, before getting up from my bed. I received her reply saying she had two of them, almost immediately. This girl must be waiting for my messages all the time. I smiled at that idea. What a slave she was. I was a lucky man. Nothing much happened during the day. I showered, had a breakfast, watched the news and then a movie, had a brief lunch at home, read a book. Betty called me while I was watching the movie. We had the conversation I already mentioned to you. On her part, Karen was reporting to me what she was doing. She took a little nap at Mom's house and then they went to Jeff's house to pack her belongings. It was almost 7:00PM when they were done. They took all of them to the hotel and had a dinner at a restaurant nearby. It was 10:25 PM her time when Karen was alone at her room in the hotel. She had to prepare the CVs first. It was 9:35 PM my time when she sent me them for my reading proof. I called her. "Karen," "Yes, Sir?" "Are you tired?" "I am tired, Sir." "You are doing a great job, that pleases me." "Thank you, Sir. I am trying to do my best and I am happy to please you, Sir." "Is your pussy still sore?" "Just a little, Sir." "When was the last time you checked the cane marks?" "When I came into the room after dinner, Sir." "I will ask you to do two more things and then send you to bed. Is the bathtub across from the countertop in the bathroom?" "Yes it is, Sir." "I want you to place an HD camcorder on the countertop in order to record you when you are in the bathtub. Can you do that properly?" "Yes I can, Sir." "Do you have a pair of pajamas of pants and jacket with buttons?" "Yes, I do, Sir. I have four pairs of pajamas of pink, light blue, light green and black colors, Sir." "I want you to put on blue pajamas tonight. You will have just your panties underneath, nothing else. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." "Once you go to bed, you will wait for my next order to get up. Understood? " "Yes, Sir." "I will check your CVs and send you my comments through email. You will correct them accordingly and send them to the relevant people tomorrow." "I will, Sir." "You will spend the rest of the day for your slavery timetable. You will enter all communication between us to the timetable and add all the pictures and the email you sent to me. Do you understand?" "Yes, I do. Sir." "You may keep the panties and the hairbrush as they are." "Thank you, Sir." She was happy. "Good night, Karen." "Have a very good night, Sir." I checked her CVs for a reading proof and sent my comments to her through an email right after our phone conversation. Then I watched TV for some time and went to bed by 11:30PM my time. I woke up at 6:30AM next morning. I took a shower and had a cup of coffee and waited for nothing but to prolong the time before calling her. It was 7:30AM and I called her. "Good morning, Karen." "Good morning, Sir." "Are you still in bed?" "Yes I am, Sir" "Are you comfortable?" "Not really, Sir." "Why is that?" "I need to use bathroom, Sir." "For what purpose?" "I need to pee, Sir." "Are you holding it back for long?" "Not so long but for some time, Sir." "Do you have a Bluetooth headset?" "Yes, I do. Sir" "Put that on" "Yes, Sir. May I get up from the bed, Sir? "You may." She got up from the bed and put on the headset. I asked her to go to the bathroom and to turn on the camcorder. She did. Then I ordered her to step into the bathtub. She was in the bathtub wearing her pajamas and in need of a pee. "When was the last time you wet your pants, Karen?" "I don't remember, Sir." "You will be a pee slut today. You are going to pee into your pants now. Do it bitch!" I wasn't sure if she hesitated any but she started doing it. "Keep reporting to me, dirty whore!" I ordered her. "I am peeing into my pajama bottoms, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Thank you for making me a pee slut today, Sir." She was really good. I waited for her to finish peeing into her pants. I kept her at that state for a minute after she was done. A big girl with wet pants standing in a bathtub was being recorded. "Do you feel dirty?" I knew the answer. "I feel dirty, Sir." "Are you a little dirty slut?" "I am, Sir. I am a little dirty slut." "Unbutton your pajama jacket." "Yes, Sir." I waited for her to unbutton her jacket and, " Done, Sir." "Raise your left breast a little higher by using your left hand." "Done, Sir." "Spit on it." I hardly heard her spitting on her left breast. "Done, Sir." She said. Believe me that you can use anything as an excuse to fire a slave or sub but you need to do it at the right time. So I did. "You dirty worthless slut! You can't do a simple thing! I must hear it here. Spit on it again! Do it properly this time!" "I am sorry, Sir. I will..." I interrupted her immediately with a louder voice. "Stop telling me, you are sorry! Just do it! Little whore!" She did it again and I heard it clearly this time. "Smear your dirty saliva on your breast now." I ordered her. "I am doing it, Sir. Smearing my dirty..." I interrupted her again. "Shut up!" and she did. I continued "Grab your pussy over your pants with your right hand." She did. "Is it wet?" "It is wet, Sir." "What is wet?" She hesitated but she was able to tell me. "My pants and my pussy, Sir." "Have you just said you are wet because of the pee?" I was going to push her in any direction I wanted. She was almost lost. She hesitated again. "No, Sir." She thought it might be a mistake and tried to correct it. "Yes, Sir." She wasn't sure yet so she tried it again "Both, Sir." She said it finally "I was really wet before the pee, Sir. I swear, Sir." I was just about to laugh at that situation, but I didn't. "Shut up stupid whore!" She did immediately. "Slide your hand inside your panties and grab your pussy. Make your hand wet, very wet. Pull it back and smear that wetness over your right breast. Are you doing it, pee slut?" "I am doing it, Sir." "Pinch your right nipple now." She did. "Harder!" She did. "Does it hurt?" "Yes it does, Sir." "Much harder!" She did. I could hear her voices and heavy breathing and I was sure she was hurting herself as much as she could. "Stop! Slide your right hand into your panties. Make it wet again, very wet!" She did. "Pull your hand back and put your fingers into your mouth, four fingers but no thumb." There might be an objection at that moment and I waited for it for couple of seconds but she didn't object. Instead, she obeyed and put her four fingers inside her mouth. "Suck them, little dirty bitch! Suck them good! I want to hear your suckling voice here." She sucked her fingers good. "Do you like the taste of your own pee and pussy juices?" There came a voice like a yes from her. "Push them through your throat!" She did. She soon started gagging on them. I pushed her further and she did. When I believed she was about to vomit, I stopped her. "Not today." I said it to myself. "Take your fingers out." "They are out, Sir." I heard her voice again after some time. "Push your pants and panties down to your knees." She did immediately. "Grab your pussy with your right hand." "Are you an ass virgin?" "I am, Sir." This was what I suspected during our first conversation somehow. "Truly?" "Truly, Sir" "Who is going to penetrate your virgin asshole first?" "You, Sir. It is all yours, Sir." "Rub your left hand's middle finger's tip on your little hole and four right hand fingers on your clit." She started rubbing herself. "How wet are you now?" "Very wet, Sir." I was just going to say something but she interrupted me. "May I come, Sir?" My immediate response was "No!" "Please Sir." She was just beginning to beg for it. I said, "No, you have to hold it back, little slut!" "I don't know how to do it, Sir. Please, Sir" "No chance. You have to prove me that I control you, your body. You may only come under my command. Do you understand it, worthless whore?" "I will try it, Sir." She was desperate but trying hard. I knew that. "Trying is not good enough, bitch. Either you will do it or I will dismiss you!" "No, Sir. No. I will hold it back forever. I can't do it without you. I need you. I need to please you. " She panicked but it helped. She was holding it back. She was denying an orgasm that long, maybe for the first time in her life. "Keep rubbing both your dirty pussy and dirty asshole." "I am, Sir." I played with her for a while. I was able to hear her quick and deep breaths. She was moaning slightly. She was definitely suffering from delaying her orgasm. When I was satisfied with her performance I let her have the orgasm. "You may come now." was all she needed to hear from me. She came immediately. She moaned like she was suffering from all the pains in the world. Yes, she was noisy. I could feel her coming as if she was with me. I wanted her under me right that time. It scared me, what I really wanted to do. I wanted to breed her. "Thank you, Sir." It came from her when she calmed down. I didn't reply her for some time. I was busy to deal with my feelings here. "Get clean and get rid of those clothes. I am going to send you the other instructions via email." I didn't wait for her to reply. I hung up. To be continued... A True Slave Daughter Ch. 04 You are nothing but what your choices are. Making a decision among all the possibilities always comes with sacrifices. Hence you create the good and the bad at the same time. That's why choices are not easy. Vanilla sex is a term used for plain, conventional sex, which has no elements like kink, fetish or BDSM. In my opinion, this is a dull and an unadventurous way of sexual activities. So I have nothing to do with vanilla sex, for your information. My slave had to be very comfortable with pain in the first place. Humiliation she was receiving had to make her extra eager to please me at a much further extent. Being highly intellectual was also a must for her. I had always found it a luxury that I might use a slave at extreme and throw her away when I was done with her, but how could this be possible with Karen? Breeding any of my slaves had never come to my mind until that day. Why was it the case with her? Could it be a dangerous path for me and also for her? Better made my mind up before going any further. A quick analysis based on what had happened, what I wanted, and what she could offer to me as a slave showed that the major obstacle to achieving a healthy conclusion was lack of time spent face to face. A short visit to her was inevitable and sooner was better. She was waiting for me at the airport as instructed. A light blue, buttoned dress girl with a happy smile on her face was my slave daughter. A tight hugging and feeling my hand on her bottom, caressing slightly gave her a shivering immediately. "No panties." I whispered in her ear. "No bra either as instructed, Sir." She whispered back proudly. "Are you wet?" I asked her while going outside of the building to the taxi stand. "Very much, Sir." She replied, smiling. "I want you to slide your hand into your dress and make your fingers wet while I am putting my bag in the trunk." I ordered her when we were getting the taxi stand. "Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." I glanced at her to see her hand disappear into her dress, while the taxi driver was assisting me in putting my bag in the trunk. She showed me proudly her fingers covered with her pussy juice when I opened the taxi door for her to get in. "Move bitch." I whispered her. She took a step and was about to sit down in the taxi, I stopped her. "Wait!" I reached for her bottom, sliding my middle finger into her ass crack over her tiny dress to find her virgin asshole. I pushed a little and rubbed my finger on it for a few seconds. The taxi driver had just seated himself. "You may get in now." I pushed her into the taxi slightly. It would take 20 minutes to the hotel by taxi. I asked her to come closer and put my arm around her shoulders. My hand rested on her breast. I could feel her already hardened nipple. "Did you miss me?" I whispered in her ear. "Very much, Sir." She replied. "Slide your hand in again." I instructed her and pinched her hardened nipple over her tiny dress. She was in pain. "Play with your clit to cum." I whispered while kissing her cheek softly. I could see her hand moving under her dress and hear her heavy breathing. She had bitten her lower lip. The expression on her face was changing in accordance with my pinching and releasing her hard nipple. My previous experience with her was telling me she could reach an orgasm very fast. Indeed, she was already there. She turned her face to me. Her eyes were telling she was in need of my permission. I leaned in and kissed her parted lips. I could feel her breath in my mouth. I bit her lips slowly. "Not yet." I whispered before my lips parted. She was desperate but had no other chance. She kept playing with her clit, biting her lower lip and looking at me in the eyes in such a way begging me to let her cum. She knew she had no ownership of her orgasms anymore. She needed my permission. Her fear of failure was the key element I had been using for her orgasm control training. She would be exactly what I wanted her to be very soon. She would experience orgasm denial, multiple orgasms and instant orgasm under command. I ignored her and started to talk to the taxi driver. He was eager for a quick chat. She had buried her face between my chest and my shoulder. I could hear her heavy breathtaking. At one point she had to interrupt me and whispered in my ear 'Please Sir'. I stopped and asked. "What?" It was loud so that the driver could hear. "Is there a problem?" he asked, worried. I looked at her in the eyes. She was desperate. "No. Everything is fine. How close are we to the hotel?" I asked him, still looking at her in the eyes. "Just a minute, maybe a bit more." He replied. "Now." I instructed her. She buried her face against me again and cum. She couldn't help but moaned and it came out as if it was a cry. I released her nipple and held her tight in my arms. She was trembling. Her hand slid out covered with her pussy juice. "Are you OK ma'am?" The taxi driver had heard the sound and had to ask. "She is fine. " I replied. We had just arrived at the hotel. I had booked a separate room. I checked in quickly and we went to the room. She had asked me if I was pleased, when we were in the lift. I said I was but she should have thanked me after she cum. She was going to say sorry but I stopped her. There was a silence since the elevator. She was standing in the middle of the room when I ordered her to unbutton her dress into full nude in front of me. She was beautiful undoubtedly. I still had to examine her body. I reached for her face, caressed down, my index finger came below her chin and my thumb rubbed her lips, parted them and slid in. "Suck it!" I instructed. She sucked it eagerly. I slid it out and rubbed her lips making them wet and slid it in for her to suck it more. She sucked it again. I took it out and rubbed back of my hand through her neck down to her right breast and nipple, which was already hardened. I pinched it and she reacted immediately. "Does it hurt?" "A little, Sir." I gripped it tighter. She was trying to adjust herself to the pain. "Now?" "Worse, Sir." "Does it turn you on?" "Yes, Sir." She smiled. I released her nipple and slapped her face with back of my hand suddenly. "How about this?" "It does too, Sir." Her smile was gone. I reached for her left breast. It was firm. I cupped and squeezed it. I liked the feeling. "Beautiful." I commented. "Thank you, Sir." Her smile was back. "Hands back!" I ordered. I played with her tit. I pinched her nipple, pulled back a little and released it. I lifted it with my hand cupped it below. It was very firm. I slapped it hard suddenly. "Ouch!" She cried. "Did it hurt?" "Yes, Sir." I slapped it again harder. "Ouch!" She cried and turned her body to her right and bent slightly. "How was it?" "Worse, Sir." "They are sensitive." I concluded. "I guess they are. Sorry, Sir." "Open your legs!" I ordered her. I grabbed her pussy rough to see her dripping wet. "But hurting them makes you extremely wet." I buried my ring and middle finger in her pussy suddenly. "Ah, Sir!" She was excited. I had prepared my other hand as if I was going to slap her again. "Bring your face." I ordered. She did it eagerly. I slapped her face not hard. "Again" I instructed. I slapped her face one more time but a bit harder. I could sense the change in her pussy. She was a real pain slut. I took out my fingers and wiped them on her right breast and then on her face, and lips. "Turn back and bend over." I said slapping her face a few times slowly. I reached for her bottom, caressed her buttocks. The cane marks had faded. Her body was firm and her bottom was not an exception. I hit her on her right buttock with my hand. "Nice." I said looking at the red mark left on her bottom. "Thank you, Sir." She replied with a tone in her voice as if she would need more. I started to spank her at a slow pace. I spanked her bottom into red that I liked. "Beautiful." I had stopped spanking and was rubbing my hand on her buttocks. "Thank you, Sir." I could feel her voice was trembling. I slid my middle finger into her ass crack and found her virgin asshole. "Is it clean?" I asked. "It is, Sir, as instructed." She replied a bit worried. I had given her all the instructions she would need when I called her that morning after the bathroom incident. She was good at following my instructions. I slid my finger down to her pussy, into her pussy to make it wet and up her asshole again. My fingertip was probing her virgin hole. "Relax." I said just before starting to push my finger in. She couldn't and I had to stop with my finger in up to its first knuckle. I reached for her hair, grabbed her and pulled her back roughly. I leaned in "What did I say to you?" I asked loudly. "Relax, Sir." She replied and continued, "I am trying, Sir." "Trying is not good enough, worthless whore! You have to do it, period." I released her hair. "I will, Sir." Her voice was trembling and I had to wait for her to calm down and relax. "I am ready, Sir." She informed me and I could feel it already around my finger. I resumed pushing my finger in. It was going easy. "Good girl" I said when I had my finger in her asshole completely. "Thank you, Sir." She was tight. She was eager. She was ready for my hard cock in her ass. It came to mind to fuck her virgin ass right there at that moment but I saved it for another time. I pulled her back, grabbing her hair and leaned in again. "Give me your mouth!" She didn't have me wait for long. Was I kissing my own daughter or my slave? I didn't care. I felt her breathe on my face. She moaned in my mouth. I bit her lips and ate her mouth. I let her suck my tongue. It was wet, very wet. It was much beyond than a passionate kiss. She would have had an orgasm, if had pushed her a little further. Our lips parted. I took my finger out slowly and wiped it on her bottom. I could hear her heavy breathtaking. I could see the lust in her eyes. "I am not going to hurt you any further tonight." I informed her. "I will fuck you hard instead." I pushed her down onto her knees in front of me. She had been looking into my eyes. I put my right foot on her lap. She needed no command to take my shoe off and then my sock. I unbuttoned and took my shirt off while she was taking my other shoe and sock off. She reached for my pants, unzipped them and pushed them together with my underpants down to my ankles. I kicked them off. My semi hard cock was in full view now. Her hands were on my hips. She started licking from my left knee up to my inner thighs. She tongued my left ball and took it in her mouth. She sucked it softly. She did the same for my right ball, too. I didn't interrupt her. She was doing well. Her eyes locked to mine. She started licking my cock from the base to its head, and then down and then up again. She tongued its head and took it in her mouth. She sucked it, slowly going up and down slightly. I was getting harder. "Go deeper." I instructed. She was going down slowly. I could feel her wet lips around my cock. It grew in her mouth and became very hard. I was about to touch her throat. She stopped smiling. I put my hand on her head and pushed her against my cock. She went a bit more and gagged. I released her back. Her smile triggered me. "One more time. Deeper." I ordered looking her in the eyes. She was trying again. I held her head between my hands. "Deeper." I repeated and pushed her head hard against my cock. She gagged but I didn't care. I pushed her harder until her lips reached base of my cock. "That's it" I said and released her looking into her eyes with full of tears. "You will be doing it much better soon. I will teach you." I comforted her and she nodded. I grabbed her hair and almost dragged her onto bed slowly. I had her laid on her back. Her head was at the edge of the bed, leaned back. I leaned over her and grabbed her tits, squeezed them. My right hand reached for her wet pussy between her legs opened wide, grabbed her. She moaned. I rubbed my hand on her pussy and slapped it. She cried. She was like a toy in my hands. Her head was between my legs. I lowered myself so that my balls touching her lips. She took of them in her mouth eagerly. She sucked it and I slapped her pussy again and squeezed her breast tight. I was going to fuck her mouth hard. "Take my cock in your mouth." I instructed while adjusting myself so that my cock head was at her lips. She took its head in and I pushed hard. I was in her mouth completely. She was struggling. Her hands were useless to help her in order to slow me down since her arms were under my knees pressed against the bed. My hands were on her breasts. I started to fuck her mouth violently. I fucked her more than a minute and pulled my cock out. She was in a mess, breathless. Her face was covered with her saliva and tears. "I am not done yet." I said after I saw her recovered. "Open your mouth, bitch!" She opened it eagerly. I shoved my cock in her mouth down to her throat again. It was another session of a harder deep-throat fucking. I was pinching her nipples very hard all the time. She was in pain, she was gagging and she was getting what she deserved. I was satisfied with her performance when I was done. "Good girl." I said with satisfaction. "Thank you, Sir." She said breathless. I held her head between my hands looking at her in the eyes. "Messy face." I said smiling at her. She smiled back to me. "Do you want to see it yourself?" She nodded and said, "Yes. May I, Sir?" I grabbed her hair and dragged her in front of the desk on which there was a large mirror. She put her hands on the desk, bending over and examined her messy face. "Thank you, Sir." She was smiling at me in the mirror. I wanted to fuck her right there. She had seen the expression on my face. She opened her legs wider and poked out her back as if inviting me to fuck her. I grabbed my cock and approached her, rubbed my cock head on her pussy. "Oh, Sir." She was looking at me in the mirror. I didn't wait for long and started to penetrate her. My cock was going inside her pussy. She was tight and wet. When I looked at her in the mirror, I had already grabbed her hips and buried my cock deep inside her. She was biting her lower lip. I started fucking her with gently strokes at first, harder and harder gradually. She was moaning. I had bent over her and put my hands on the desk too, looking at her eyes in the mirror. I could hear her heavy breathtaking and moans. "You are going to cum, aren't you?" I asked. She nodded. "Not yet." I said and she nodded as if she already knew it. "Do you like me fucking you?" "Very much, Sir." "Who is fucking you?" I shoved my cock deep inside her. She hesitated for a moment and replied, "You, Sir." "Who am I to you?" I was fucking her harder. "My Master," She replied. "Who else?" "My owner," "Who else?" I was ready to cum. "My Father!" She cried. "Now!" I exploded in her pussy. She started to cum immediately, trembling moaning under me. Her pussy was squeezing my cock as if milking it. She had closed her eyes. I could see the relief in her face. She smiled at me when she opened her eyes. "Are you happy?" I asked. "I am happy, Sir." She answered. "Were you on the pill?" "I was, Sir." She blushed. I didn't tell her I was going to breed her but she knew I was. "Take that glass." I pointed the glass on the desk. She took it in her hand. I guided her hand down to her pussy. She understood it immediately. She held it there as I slid out her pussy. I was sitting on the bed and watching her legs opened wide and holding the glass under her pussy. My semen mixed with her pussy juices was leaking out from her pussy into the glass. "It is enough. Drink it now!" She raised and turned to me smiling with the glass in her hand and drank it slowly. She was absolutely happy. "Come to me on your knees." I instructed her. She came to me on her knees and started to lick my cock into clean. She was good. She would be real good as a slave. I had already decided about her. I was satisfactorily done for that night. "Go get clean in the bathroom." I ordered. To be continued...