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Parts 1 and 2 had me, pops with Lindsey my young offspring. Elise and Tim had their own situation. Now Lindsey comes home and we have to work things out.. and in the process we both get worked up!!
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It was 3:00 a.m. when I heard the car pull into the driveway. I was lying on the couch wondering just how bad things could be. Elise had jumped up off of Tim, taken a swing at Bob and then burst into tears and run for the stairs. Lindsey had stood there for only a moment before calling us all a bunch of bastards and racing upstairs after Elise. Bob stood there, staring after the slamming door. Finally he said softly, “Well that was not how I had planned this to finish up.
He wrapped a towel around himself and then took out a knife and cut first the plastic wrapping me to the chair and then Tim's. When he undid my handcuffs, I removed my gag as he undid my shackles. I stood up and began rubbing my wrists and arms as I listened to hurried footsteps above heading for the door.
The second that Bob undid Tim’s hands, Tim took a swing at him. “You did not tell them who they were fucking? You bastard, get me free, I want to kill you!” Were the first things he said once he got the gag off of himself. His ankles were still firmly fastened to the chair.
The front door slammed and I looked Bob and told him I would take care of Tim, he might want to leave though. He nodded, grabbed his pants from the corner and pulled them on as Tim promised to make him pay. I made certain I heard the front door close before I freed Tim. I then got him to leave without tearing the place apart and I locked the door and headed home.
That had been four hours earlier. Four hours of wondering just how much damage was done. Four hours of fearing the worst, remembering the evening and feeling intense guilt over so much pleasure. So I had waited in the dark living room, no lights. Just thinking.
I moved to the window and my heart sank when I saw that the car was a marked police unit. I ran to the front door and threw it open, just as the officer opened the door to the back and Lindsey stepped out. Down the steps I jumped stopping about ten feet from where the cop and Lindsey were. They were both staring at me, I saw the cops hand moving toward their belt and I stopped. “Are you okay?” I blurted out.
“She is fine and she did nothing wrong. She was with another woman at McMarty’s up on 48th Avenue when the bar closed down. She tried to take the keys from her friend. There was a struggle and I saw it as I drove by. I got another unit to take the other woman home.”
Lindsey walked past me without a word and went up into the house. I thanked the officer who asked me if everything was alright. I told him honestly I was not certain. “Take my advice, go inside and get some rest. Talking this late at night when people are already tense usually does not help things.” The officer then smiled and added “Good Luck” and got in his car and pulled away.
After going into the house and finding Lindsey’s door was closed, I decided to take the cops advice and went to my own bedroom and tried to sleep.
I awoke to the sound of my door opening and a soft knock. The sun was up and the fog of a night of shortened sleep refused to allow me to focus for a moment. Then I saw Lindsey standing in the doorway, leaning on the jamb arms crossed, appraising her slumbering father. Then it all came flooding back to me and I sat up and the sheet fell away. Fortunately I had slept in my boxers.
“Hi, sorry to wake you, but, can we talk?” I fumbled and stuttered and patted the bed beside me and she smiled. “I tell you what. I am going to go down and make some more coffee. Come down when you are ready.” She said it all with a smile before turning and walking out of my line of sight. I breathed a sigh of relief and got out of bed, went to the restroom, brushed my teeth and put on some shorts and a tee shirt before heading down to the kitchen.
I walked in and picked up the coffee pot and poured myself some hot black coffee to help my brain to function. Lindsey was sitting at the breakfast table, looking out the sliding glass door into the backyard. She had on more or less the same amount of clothing I did. I took another sip of coffee and then a deep breath to start when she said. “Elise told me it all last night. I know that you and Mom and she and a bunch of people around here used to do crazy things. She also admitted setting you and me up last night. As near as we could figure out, Bob added Tim all on his own. Elise wanted to kill Bob last night. That was what we were fighting about. I told the cops it was because I didn’t want her to drive drunk. Truth was, she had a gun in the car and was going to go kill Bob. She figures Tim will spill the beans and she is going to be divorced. She is pissed.”
“And you?” I asked quietly when she did not add anything more. “Honestly, I don’t give a rat’s ass about Elise and her mess. How are you?” I asked into the still morning air. For a long time those words hung in the air, like clothes drying on a summer laundry line.
“I am embarrassed, I guess. I’m scared that you are going to think I’m a freak. I keep thinking back to all of those things I said and I… I so fucked up!” she said quietly and a single tear slid down her cheek as she continued to stare out into the backyard.
I put the coffee cup down on the counter and walked the 12 feet across the kitchen to where she sat and I got down on one knee next to her. She did not look at me so I put my hand on top of hers as it rested on her thigh. “Lindsey, we both did things last night we probably would have liked to never share with the other. But look at me.” She turned those watery green eyes to look into mine and I knew whatever I was going to say had to be heard right. “I love you. I always have since I first saw you being born to this very second, I have always loved you. And what happened last night does not ruin that in the slightest. If anything, it makes it more special because I know you love me too.”
She looked in my eyes to find out if there was any doubt, any hint of a lie in them. Then she burst into tears and threw her arms around my neck and bawled like a baby on my shoulder and I just held her and slowly rocked. After a few minutes, I kissed her on top of the head. She raised her chin and looked up at me. I kissed her on her forehead and gave her the warmest fatherly smile that I could. She smiled and pulled back a little and wiped at her tears with the backs of her hands. Then looking at me, she leaned forward and kissed me in a manner that was anything but familial!
Our tongues behaved as if they had spent decades together, dancing, twirling, teasing and tasting. I moved to stand up and she stood up with me without hardly breaking our embrace. Nothing has ever felt more natural nor more passionate and right in all of the years since her mother died. I was making love to Lindsey and it did not matter her lineage. Hell, it did not matter that we were only kissing! The emotions and realness of what passed between us at that moment transcended the physical reality of space and time. It somehow blended, melded and spun every thought, every event, every word, look, touch and moment in time we had shared until that point in time and blended it into an intoxicating cocktail of love concern desire, need, compassion and reality that expressed itself in the most base and wonderful expression of lust and hunger that has ever raged through any man and woman!
Picking her up off of her feet, she wrapped her arms around my neck and I felt I was 18 again, about to deflower my first virgin, only Lindsey was not my first, nor was she a virgin!
Side-stepping my way into her bedroom I carried her over to her four-poster canopy bed and laid her down on it. I looked down at her and there was a fire storming within me with a need to be active and yet at the same time I saw something different in her eyes. I took off my shirt and as I had it over my head, I heard Lindsey say, “Dad, can I ask you something?”
Throwing my shirt to the floor by her dresser I replied, “Sure, anything.”
“I want you to tie me up and use me like I did to you last night.” Her green eyes were watching every movement on my face for any telltale sign of rejection or repulsion. I gave her none.
“Are you sure? I mean… I don’t know what Elise told you about me last night and I don’t know how much of the life you know about…..” I stopped and looked down at her and thought back to the night before. She was not the little girl I had taken to school, watched play in concert band and ran track. She was a woman and she was asking me,… challenging me to treat her like a woman. “Fine. Get up, strip and go use the restroom and clean up your lower parts. And Lindsey, don’t you dare disappoint me by using the word “Uncle.” If you call uncle, we stop, no questions.”
“I understand, Master B” she said and I thought I notice a slight shudder. Elise had indeed told her things from long ago and I made a mental note to make an appointment with her again soon to find out just how much had been shared.
I walked into my bedroom and opened the closet door and pulled out the old dusty footlocker. I had not opened the box in 4 years. Some of the leather items looked dried and a little more time worn than I had remembered them. But the wide leather cuffs for the wrists and ankles seemed in good enough condition and the other items that I had in mind were all as I remembered them. Turning to my bed, I pulled off a pillow case and threw items in that I knew I would need.
Ten minutes later, wearing only a latex cock sheath that both extended my cock to a full foot in length and served as a ring around my scrotum, I walked into Lindsey’s bedroom. She was standing beside her bed, naked and beautiful. She looked at my rubber encased cock and then smiled up at my face and said, “Oh my! Now that looks interesting!”
“I did not speak to you! For that you will be punished as well as for other behavior that is unbecoming my slut.” I said in level, but not angry voice as I walked to the other end of the bed and placed the sack with my toys on her pillow. I then sat down on the side of her bed and said, come and stand before me.”
She obediently moved quickly and stood right in front of me. In my own mind I could not have been more happy with my compliant little girl and inside its tight plastic tunnel, I could feel my cock swell, but I just looked at her sternly. “When I tell you to do something, you acknowledge what I have said by replying, ‘Yes, Master B’. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master B.” Lindsey said and she dropped her chin and looked down at the floor (or was it my cock?).
“You are to receive 15 swats by my hand to learn discipline. You will then receive 5 for not kneeling when I walked in the room and 5 more for not addressing me correctly. That is a total of 25 swats. You will count them for me out loud. Come here, we might as well start with that.”
Lindsey stepped up to me as I guided her with my hands. Her legs spread from her hips just in front of my right knee. I reached up to the pillow and looking inside I quickly found the two objects and brought the adjustable nipple clamps out. I looked up into Lindsey’s eyes and smiled. The last woman to have worn these had been her mother. “Every slave of mine must wear something to show that you are acting under your own control. While I am punishing you, you will keep your hands laced behind your head. If you no longer want to be my subject, you will reach down and take these off.
Her tits were capped with dark nipples with well-defined areolas that were only slightly larger around than the nipple tissue itself. I grabbed hold of first one nipple and shook her whole breast and nearly her whole body back and first by one and then the other. She did not cry out though her eyes did get misty and I smiled. This was going to be fun. I then slapped each breast sharply twice, and then pulled and squeezed just behind the nipple tissue. Lindsey whimpered just a little and I had found her first limit!
I released the nipples and picked up the tweezers clamps from the bed and pulled the bands back so they would open wide. When I looked up, I was truly impressed. Lindsey’s nipples pointed straight out nearly ¾ of an inch from the smooth curve of her breasts. They looked so delicious that I had to rely on my own self-control to keep from tasting them. Wet nipples do not keep clamps on well! I pinched the flesh at the base of the nipple together and slid the rubber tipped tweezers to either side. It only took a couple seconds more to secure the tightness band and then I repeated the steps on the other breast.
“Now we start. Bend forward, straddling my knee and across my lap onto the bed.” Once she did we both moved and adjusted so that her sensitive little clit was mere millimeters from the top of my knee cap. From having broken many women, I knew that within a month of steady discipline a woman could be re-programmed to respond to swats on the bottom as pleasure. The swat, when done right floods the brain with intensity signals. Bumping her clit into a firm object sent pleasure stimuli to the brain. The two overloaded the brain and the choice of the person was relied upon to interpret whether this was all good or all bad. It only took one month to rewire the brain!!!
“Hands behind your head” I reminded her and as she moved to comply, I sharply slapped the furthest cheek. Lindsey yelped and I waited for a second. When I heard nothing from her I said, “I guess we will count that as 0.” Then, without waiting for a reply I slapped her other ass cheek. This was followed by a slight grunt and a muffled “one.” She was learning!
I ran my hand and fingers over the perfect flesh of her ass. There is just something unmistakably sexy about the round strong ass of a young female athlete. The body flowed and moved with grace, even when at rest. A pair of additional swats were given and this time I could see my finger prints appear and then slowly fade. I heard the count and I again ran my hands over her bottom. This time my fingers drifted into the cleft of her ass. She did not resist in any way. She was yielding herself perfectly to me.
The count continued to climb and her voice started filling with emotion. I could feel the moisture from her other side building on my knee. I took longer and longer breaks and my fingers played more and more directly with her puckered sphincter. When following 20 and 21 I reached into my bag and pulled out a bottle of thin lube that I then poured a little of, just above her backdoor and across it, I felt Lindsey shudder. I was not certain whether it was from the sudden chill or the emotional climax of pleasure. It really did not matter.
I smeared the liquid into and around my tight little target. Then, applying ever increasing pressure, I began working my thumb into her back hole. At first, she rolled her hips forward to escape the invasion of my digit into her ‘no fly’ zone, but this only caused her clitoris to rub more directly onto my knee which was in and of itself, its own kind of torture. By the time my knuckle passed the tight portal, her hips were pushing back and trying for more! “You are such a good slut for Master B. Maybe I will have to reward you.
She took the last 4 swats as I slowly buggered and stretched her ass. As the sting in my own hand faded with the last blow, I was pleasantly surprised to feel the unmistakable shake of an orgasm ripping at the shreds of her mind. I smiled as small trickle of her honey ran across my knee and down my shin!
I noticed her panties lying in a wad on the other side of her and a wicked idea hit me. I pulled my thumb out of her ass and Lindsey agave a little groan. “Stand up and pull these up to the bottom of your ass.” I said as I leaned over to get another goody from my bag. I had her turn around and bend over as far as she could (she was so limber she wound up pressing her tits into her thighs!) and then with very little pomp, I shoved a small tapered vibrator into her anus, turned it on and pulled her panties up to hold it in place. I then had her stand upright. She turned and looked at me with a look that was a mixture of embarrassment, pleasure and frustration.
I smiled as I stood and took other articles out of the bag and began fastening cuffs first on her wrists then her ankles. As I did so I explained. “Sometime, and I don’t think it will take a smart girl like you very long at all, you will learn to give a man the most incredible blow job in the world without using your hands. But until you have mastered that skill, your training will continue….
I had Lindsey kneel on the floor and then I picked up a steel ring, six inches in diameter with five clips attached to it. Moving behind her I clipped it to her wrists first and then one each to the ankle cuffs that I had locked on her. While allowing her more freedom of movement and comfort, she was essentially hogtied and in a fraction of the time. As I stood behind her I could hear the buzzing from within the back of her panties and I smiled as she squirmed just a little.
I removed the rubber sheath from my hard penis and stretched the ring from my scrotum. Running my hands through her soft blonde hair I ran my needy cock through a curtain of her hair. I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You are going to be such a very hot fuck, I can hardly wait to fill every one of your sweet young holes!" Then I slapped her ass and laughed as I tossed the cock sheath onto the bed.
“You are lucky to belong to Master B. Some guys just skull fuck the hell out of little sluts and don’t give a damn about them. Others just think it is fun to take a bitch and throat fuck her and make her gag. They just want to blow their cum down some whore’s throat. I take a woman and show her how to be the ultimate sex doll and pleasure toy. Oh I still expect it all to be just about my pleasure, don’t get me wrong, but as a man who has broken or been a part of breaking over 200 woman in my life, I have found it much more beneficial to give pleasure as well as take pleasure. So you are damn lucky indeed!”
I stepped in front of her so that my bare unsheathed circumcised cock pointed at her beautiful young face. “Making love to my cock is your first lesson. You had a good start last night and a good teacher in Elise, but, as I am sure you noticed, she does not have a cock. Only a man really knows what makes a cock happy and therefore I will tell you what works when it comes to making love to a cock.” She looked up at me with big eyes, her lips moist and I almost said to hell with the pretense, but I cleared my throat and continued.
I lifted my cock up so the underside was exposed. “Start where my balls connect to my cock and slowly lick your way up the shaft. Pay attention to the contours and the textures. Slowly now.” I stepped closer and I felt her tongue touch and lightly move up over the shaft of my cock, then she sat back on her haunches and looked up with a smile, until I said, “That was horrible. You are a typical woman. You think a cock might break, or it is fragile. The cock of a man is not something to be handled daintily. It is a man’s toy." I slapped it hard across first one side of her face and then the other. "It needs strong sensations, now do it again, with a firmer tongue!”
Soon I had her sucking, nibbling, biting and running her bared teeth up and down the shaft! She learned that by turning her head sideways and nibbling and sucking at the vein of the rod like she might do to an ear of corn, she could cause me to moan and produce just a drop of pre-cum which I fed to her greedy tongue.
Then I introduced Lindsey to the frenulum. I had her feel with the underside of the ridge of my cock head until she ran over the soft wrinkles of flesh where once my now missing foreskin had connected to my cock. Her firm tongue played such a delicious melody on my skin flute that I said, “That’s it Linds’ kiss your Daddy’s cock. Oh yeah baby, that’s it. Nibble and kiss on that little area . Mmmmmmmm”
When I opened my eyes and looked down at her, she could not have looked more beautiful. Her eyes were full of lust, moist and opened wide as her glance flickered from my cock to my face and back. Her lips were gently sucking, starting far apart and then squeezing together on that erotic square inch of flesh that kept sending signals of pleasure and need pounding through my shat toward the glans!
“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out!” I said in a voice choked with need. Lindsey complied and I resisted my desire to just slam my cock into her head and take from her what I so badly wanted. Instead, holding my now rigid cock in one hand, I rubbed the bottom side of my cock in a circular motion over her outstretched tongue. I pressed firmly and then even harder as the sperm began to boil deep in my nuts.
I was only moments away from cumming when I stepped back and leaned against the counter. My penis was pointing more toward the ceiling than it had in years if not decades! Balls tight, world spinning, heart racing like I had just run several miles and it took everything I had not to just go ahead and unleash it all down her throat!
“Did I do something wrong?” Lindsey was looking at me sincerely with green eyes of concern. I tried to give her a half smile then turned and got a glass of water from the sink as I forced myself to pull back my passions from the very edge of the abyss.
Walking around behind her, I took Lindsey’s wrists and unfastened them from the steel ring and instead, fastened them together, still behind her. Then with very little effort, I lifted her up and laid her on her belly across the side of the bed so that her hips rested just on the side of the bed “Raise your ass.” I said in a voice that still betrayed more lust than I intended. She did as I commanded and with both of my hands on either side of her underwear, I jerked them over her ass and down to her knees.
I was just eyeing the tiny hints of pussy lips that protruded into my sight when the slick, smooth dildo suddenly slipped up and out of her ass. She was very well lubed and I was very, very hard…. “You failed to keep that toy where it belonged, so now I will have to train you with something thicker!” She was trying not to relax and close her sphincter and I could easily see the dark inner sanctum of her anus.
With no further warning, I put the head of my cock against the dark opening and shoved. At first I was not certain she was going to be able to take me! She cried out and my head stopped just short of going all of the way into her. But by now I was filled with lust and so after a few seconds to allow her to recover from her initial pain, I began pushing forward again and within seconds I felt the ridge of my helmet slip inside of her and the muscles of her back door sealed around the shaft of my cock as I then pushed myself forward burying myself clear up to the balls in her ass on the next thrust!
I just held her there as she gasped nearly fell forward. My cock is not any longer than an average cock, but it is a dick that is nearly as big as a soda can at its base and that thick base was lodged securely and tightly inside a quivering tight ring of skin stretched almost beyond its limits! I could feel my rod pushing and moving inside her abdomen as she fought for breath and not to scream. It felt so delicious to just hold my cock right there.
But then I began to pull back, just a little. The tightness of her virgin ass, squeezed down tight around my shaft and forced my head to swell even more. For a moment, my vision swirled and my mind spun as the incredibly powerful waves of pleasure washed over me. Barely an inch back, I slammed my hips into her ass, feeling my balls slap into a sopping wet pussy with her fingers buried deep inside. The impact seemed to cause us both to come back to reality and I felt her relax just a little as she moaned. The next time I pulled back a couple of inches before charging back into her. By the time she was sliding up and down the full length of my shaft, we had settled into an amazing rhythm that I knew I could not maintain for long.
As I pulled back for what I thought would be the last thrust I could handle, I heard Lindsey say, “Oh God, Oh my God!” and then her body convulsed and shook and the gateway to her ass contracted as tight as possible just as I slid into her! That thrust was into an ass that was so perfect, so hot and so very tight that even before I bottomed out and my nuts slammed into the back of her fingers, I could feel me shooting load after load deep inside her ass.
Her second hand reached back and just as the last jets of my thick cream rocketed up through my twitching dick, I felt her at first gently cup my balls and then at a measured pace, she began to squeeze my nuts and even dig her fingernails into the tender flesh just behind and below them. Falling forward I roared as I felt the contractions in my scrotum grow tight again and force out what few drops of cum that still lingered within me out and into her rectum.
Falling forward over her ass and back she had to release her hold on my testicles and I drew a deep breath that rattled me to my core. Working my arms beneath her, I held Lindsey to me and rolled onto my back without losing the seal on her back door. She laid there almost like a tortoise on its back, her back on my chest and we both fought to have our vital signs return back from critical exertion level!
I was just starting to kiss her neck when my cell phone rang. Without a word, Lindsey rolled off of me, to her feet and shuffled as quickly as she could to her bathroom as I retrieved my phone. It was Elise’ home number, so I picked it up.
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It was 3:00 a.m. when I heard the car pull into the driveway. I was lying on the couch wondering just how bad things could be. Elise had jumped up off of Tim, taken a swing at Bob and then burst into tears and run for the stairs. Lindsey had stood there for only a moment before calling us all a bunch of bastards and racing upstairs after Elise. Bob stood there, staring after the slamming door. Finally he said softly, “Well that was not how I had planned this to finish up.
He wrapped a towel around himself and then took out a knife and cut first the plastic wrapping me to the chair and then Tim's. When he undid my handcuffs, I removed my gag as he undid my shackles. I stood up and began rubbing my wrists and arms as I listened to hurried footsteps above heading for the door.
The second that Bob undid Tim’s hands, Tim took a swing at him. “You did not tell them who they were fucking? You bastard, get me free, I want to kill you!” Were the first things he said once he got the gag off of himself. His ankles were still firmly fastened to the chair.
The front door slammed and I looked Bob and told him I would take care of Tim, he might want to leave though. He nodded, grabbed his pants from the corner and pulled them on as Tim promised to make him pay. I made certain I heard the front door close before I freed Tim. I then got him to leave without tearing the place apart and I locked the door and headed home.
That had been four hours earlier. Four hours of wondering just how much damage was done. Four hours of fearing the worst, remembering the evening and feeling intense guilt over so much pleasure. So I had waited in the dark living room, no lights. Just thinking.
I moved to the window and my heart sank when I saw that the car was a marked police unit. I ran to the front door and threw it open, just as the officer opened the door to the back and Lindsey stepped out. Down the steps I jumped stopping about ten feet from where the cop and Lindsey were. They were both staring at me, I saw the cops hand moving toward their belt and I stopped. “Are you okay?” I blurted out.
“She is fine and she did nothing wrong. She was with another woman at McMarty’s up on 48th Avenue when the bar closed down. She tried to take the keys from her friend. There was a struggle and I saw it as I drove by. I got another unit to take the other woman home.”
Lindsey walked past me without a word and went up into the house. I thanked the officer who asked me if everything was alright. I told him honestly I was not certain. “Take my advice, go inside and get some rest. Talking this late at night when people are already tense usually does not help things.” The officer then smiled and added “Good Luck” and got in his car and pulled away.
After going into the house and finding Lindsey’s door was closed, I decided to take the cops advice and went to my own bedroom and tried to sleep.
I awoke to the sound of my door opening and a soft knock. The sun was up and the fog of a night of shortened sleep refused to allow me to focus for a moment. Then I saw Lindsey standing in the doorway, leaning on the jamb arms crossed, appraising her slumbering father. Then it all came flooding back to me and I sat up and the sheet fell away. Fortunately I had slept in my boxers.
“Hi, sorry to wake you, but, can we talk?” I fumbled and stuttered and patted the bed beside me and she smiled. “I tell you what. I am going to go down and make some more coffee. Come down when you are ready.” She said it all with a smile before turning and walking out of my line of sight. I breathed a sigh of relief and got out of bed, went to the restroom, brushed my teeth and put on some shorts and a tee shirt before heading down to the kitchen.
I walked in and picked up the coffee pot and poured myself some hot black coffee to help my brain to function. Lindsey was sitting at the breakfast table, looking out the sliding glass door into the backyard. She had on more or less the same amount of clothing I did. I took another sip of coffee and then a deep breath to start when she said. “Elise told me it all last night. I know that you and Mom and she and a bunch of people around here used to do crazy things. She also admitted setting you and me up last night. As near as we could figure out, Bob added Tim all on his own. Elise wanted to kill Bob last night. That was what we were fighting about. I told the cops it was because I didn’t want her to drive drunk. Truth was, she had a gun in the car and was going to go kill Bob. She figures Tim will spill the beans and she is going to be divorced. She is pissed.”
“And you?” I asked quietly when she did not add anything more. “Honestly, I don’t give a rat’s ass about Elise and her mess. How are you?” I asked into the still morning air. For a long time those words hung in the air, like clothes drying on a summer laundry line.
“I am embarrassed, I guess. I’m scared that you are going to think I’m a freak. I keep thinking back to all of those things I said and I… I so fucked up!” she said quietly and a single tear slid down her cheek as she continued to stare out into the backyard.
I put the coffee cup down on the counter and walked the 12 feet across the kitchen to where she sat and I got down on one knee next to her. She did not look at me so I put my hand on top of hers as it rested on her thigh. “Lindsey, we both did things last night we probably would have liked to never share with the other. But look at me.” She turned those watery green eyes to look into mine and I knew whatever I was going to say had to be heard right. “I love you. I always have since I first saw you being born to this very second, I have always loved you. And what happened last night does not ruin that in the slightest. If anything, it makes it more special because I know you love me too.”
She looked in my eyes to find out if there was any doubt, any hint of a lie in them. Then she burst into tears and threw her arms around my neck and bawled like a baby on my shoulder and I just held her and slowly rocked. After a few minutes, I kissed her on top of the head. She raised her chin and looked up at me. I kissed her on her forehead and gave her the warmest fatherly smile that I could. She smiled and pulled back a little and wiped at her tears with the backs of her hands. Then looking at me, she leaned forward and kissed me in a manner that was anything but familial!
Our tongues behaved as if they had spent decades together, dancing, twirling, teasing and tasting. I moved to stand up and she stood up with me without hardly breaking our embrace. Nothing has ever felt more natural nor more passionate and right in all of the years since her mother died. I was making love to Lindsey and it did not matter her lineage. Hell, it did not matter that we were only kissing! The emotions and realness of what passed between us at that moment transcended the physical reality of space and time. It somehow blended, melded and spun every thought, every event, every word, look, touch and moment in time we had shared until that point in time and blended it into an intoxicating cocktail of love concern desire, need, compassion and reality that expressed itself in the most base and wonderful expression of lust and hunger that has ever raged through any man and woman!
Picking her up off of her feet, she wrapped her arms around my neck and I felt I was 18 again, about to deflower my first virgin, only Lindsey was not my first, nor was she a virgin!
Side-stepping my way into her bedroom I carried her over to her four-poster canopy bed and laid her down on it. I looked down at her and there was a fire storming within me with a need to be active and yet at the same time I saw something different in her eyes. I took off my shirt and as I had it over my head, I heard Lindsey say, “Dad, can I ask you something?”
Throwing my shirt to the floor by her dresser I replied, “Sure, anything.”
“I want you to tie me up and use me like I did to you last night.” Her green eyes were watching every movement on my face for any telltale sign of rejection or repulsion. I gave her none.
“Are you sure? I mean… I don’t know what Elise told you about me last night and I don’t know how much of the life you know about…..” I stopped and looked down at her and thought back to the night before. She was not the little girl I had taken to school, watched play in concert band and ran track. She was a woman and she was asking me,… challenging me to treat her like a woman. “Fine. Get up, strip and go use the restroom and clean up your lower parts. And Lindsey, don’t you dare disappoint me by using the word “Uncle.” If you call uncle, we stop, no questions.”
“I understand, Master B” she said and I thought I notice a slight shudder. Elise had indeed told her things from long ago and I made a mental note to make an appointment with her again soon to find out just how much had been shared.
I walked into my bedroom and opened the closet door and pulled out the old dusty footlocker. I had not opened the box in 4 years. Some of the leather items looked dried and a little more time worn than I had remembered them. But the wide leather cuffs for the wrists and ankles seemed in good enough condition and the other items that I had in mind were all as I remembered them. Turning to my bed, I pulled off a pillow case and threw items in that I knew I would need.
Ten minutes later, wearing only a latex cock sheath that both extended my cock to a full foot in length and served as a ring around my scrotum, I walked into Lindsey’s bedroom. She was standing beside her bed, naked and beautiful. She looked at my rubber encased cock and then smiled up at my face and said, “Oh my! Now that looks interesting!”
“I did not speak to you! For that you will be punished as well as for other behavior that is unbecoming my slut.” I said in level, but not angry voice as I walked to the other end of the bed and placed the sack with my toys on her pillow. I then sat down on the side of her bed and said, come and stand before me.”
She obediently moved quickly and stood right in front of me. In my own mind I could not have been more happy with my compliant little girl and inside its tight plastic tunnel, I could feel my cock swell, but I just looked at her sternly. “When I tell you to do something, you acknowledge what I have said by replying, ‘Yes, Master B’. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master B.” Lindsey said and she dropped her chin and looked down at the floor (or was it my cock?).
“You are to receive 15 swats by my hand to learn discipline. You will then receive 5 for not kneeling when I walked in the room and 5 more for not addressing me correctly. That is a total of 25 swats. You will count them for me out loud. Come here, we might as well start with that.”
Lindsey stepped up to me as I guided her with my hands. Her legs spread from her hips just in front of my right knee. I reached up to the pillow and looking inside I quickly found the two objects and brought the adjustable nipple clamps out. I looked up into Lindsey’s eyes and smiled. The last woman to have worn these had been her mother. “Every slave of mine must wear something to show that you are acting under your own control. While I am punishing you, you will keep your hands laced behind your head. If you no longer want to be my subject, you will reach down and take these off.
Her tits were capped with dark nipples with well-defined areolas that were only slightly larger around than the nipple tissue itself. I grabbed hold of first one nipple and shook her whole breast and nearly her whole body back and first by one and then the other. She did not cry out though her eyes did get misty and I smiled. This was going to be fun. I then slapped each breast sharply twice, and then pulled and squeezed just behind the nipple tissue. Lindsey whimpered just a little and I had found her first limit!
I released the nipples and picked up the tweezers clamps from the bed and pulled the bands back so they would open wide. When I looked up, I was truly impressed. Lindsey’s nipples pointed straight out nearly ¾ of an inch from the smooth curve of her breasts. They looked so delicious that I had to rely on my own self-control to keep from tasting them. Wet nipples do not keep clamps on well! I pinched the flesh at the base of the nipple together and slid the rubber tipped tweezers to either side. It only took a couple seconds more to secure the tightness band and then I repeated the steps on the other breast.
“Now we start. Bend forward, straddling my knee and across my lap onto the bed.” Once she did we both moved and adjusted so that her sensitive little clit was mere millimeters from the top of my knee cap. From having broken many women, I knew that within a month of steady discipline a woman could be re-programmed to respond to swats on the bottom as pleasure. The swat, when done right floods the brain with intensity signals. Bumping her clit into a firm object sent pleasure stimuli to the brain. The two overloaded the brain and the choice of the person was relied upon to interpret whether this was all good or all bad. It only took one month to rewire the brain!!!
“Hands behind your head” I reminded her and as she moved to comply, I sharply slapped the furthest cheek. Lindsey yelped and I waited for a second. When I heard nothing from her I said, “I guess we will count that as 0.” Then, without waiting for a reply I slapped her other ass cheek. This was followed by a slight grunt and a muffled “one.” She was learning!
I ran my hand and fingers over the perfect flesh of her ass. There is just something unmistakably sexy about the round strong ass of a young female athlete. The body flowed and moved with grace, even when at rest. A pair of additional swats were given and this time I could see my finger prints appear and then slowly fade. I heard the count and I again ran my hands over her bottom. This time my fingers drifted into the cleft of her ass. She did not resist in any way. She was yielding herself perfectly to me.
The count continued to climb and her voice started filling with emotion. I could feel the moisture from her other side building on my knee. I took longer and longer breaks and my fingers played more and more directly with her puckered sphincter. When following 20 and 21 I reached into my bag and pulled out a bottle of thin lube that I then poured a little of, just above her backdoor and across it, I felt Lindsey shudder. I was not certain whether it was from the sudden chill or the emotional climax of pleasure. It really did not matter.
I smeared the liquid into and around my tight little target. Then, applying ever increasing pressure, I began working my thumb into her back hole. At first, she rolled her hips forward to escape the invasion of my digit into her ‘no fly’ zone, but this only caused her clitoris to rub more directly onto my knee which was in and of itself, its own kind of torture. By the time my knuckle passed the tight portal, her hips were pushing back and trying for more! “You are such a good slut for Master B. Maybe I will have to reward you.
She took the last 4 swats as I slowly buggered and stretched her ass. As the sting in my own hand faded with the last blow, I was pleasantly surprised to feel the unmistakable shake of an orgasm ripping at the shreds of her mind. I smiled as small trickle of her honey ran across my knee and down my shin!
I noticed her panties lying in a wad on the other side of her and a wicked idea hit me. I pulled my thumb out of her ass and Lindsey agave a little groan. “Stand up and pull these up to the bottom of your ass.” I said as I leaned over to get another goody from my bag. I had her turn around and bend over as far as she could (she was so limber she wound up pressing her tits into her thighs!) and then with very little pomp, I shoved a small tapered vibrator into her anus, turned it on and pulled her panties up to hold it in place. I then had her stand upright. She turned and looked at me with a look that was a mixture of embarrassment, pleasure and frustration.
I smiled as I stood and took other articles out of the bag and began fastening cuffs first on her wrists then her ankles. As I did so I explained. “Sometime, and I don’t think it will take a smart girl like you very long at all, you will learn to give a man the most incredible blow job in the world without using your hands. But until you have mastered that skill, your training will continue….
I had Lindsey kneel on the floor and then I picked up a steel ring, six inches in diameter with five clips attached to it. Moving behind her I clipped it to her wrists first and then one each to the ankle cuffs that I had locked on her. While allowing her more freedom of movement and comfort, she was essentially hogtied and in a fraction of the time. As I stood behind her I could hear the buzzing from within the back of her panties and I smiled as she squirmed just a little.
I removed the rubber sheath from my hard penis and stretched the ring from my scrotum. Running my hands through her soft blonde hair I ran my needy cock through a curtain of her hair. I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You are going to be such a very hot fuck, I can hardly wait to fill every one of your sweet young holes!" Then I slapped her ass and laughed as I tossed the cock sheath onto the bed.
“You are lucky to belong to Master B. Some guys just skull fuck the hell out of little sluts and don’t give a damn about them. Others just think it is fun to take a bitch and throat fuck her and make her gag. They just want to blow their cum down some whore’s throat. I take a woman and show her how to be the ultimate sex doll and pleasure toy. Oh I still expect it all to be just about my pleasure, don’t get me wrong, but as a man who has broken or been a part of breaking over 200 woman in my life, I have found it much more beneficial to give pleasure as well as take pleasure. So you are damn lucky indeed!”
I stepped in front of her so that my bare unsheathed circumcised cock pointed at her beautiful young face. “Making love to my cock is your first lesson. You had a good start last night and a good teacher in Elise, but, as I am sure you noticed, she does not have a cock. Only a man really knows what makes a cock happy and therefore I will tell you what works when it comes to making love to a cock.” She looked up at me with big eyes, her lips moist and I almost said to hell with the pretense, but I cleared my throat and continued.
I lifted my cock up so the underside was exposed. “Start where my balls connect to my cock and slowly lick your way up the shaft. Pay attention to the contours and the textures. Slowly now.” I stepped closer and I felt her tongue touch and lightly move up over the shaft of my cock, then she sat back on her haunches and looked up with a smile, until I said, “That was horrible. You are a typical woman. You think a cock might break, or it is fragile. The cock of a man is not something to be handled daintily. It is a man’s toy." I slapped it hard across first one side of her face and then the other. "It needs strong sensations, now do it again, with a firmer tongue!”
Soon I had her sucking, nibbling, biting and running her bared teeth up and down the shaft! She learned that by turning her head sideways and nibbling and sucking at the vein of the rod like she might do to an ear of corn, she could cause me to moan and produce just a drop of pre-cum which I fed to her greedy tongue.
Then I introduced Lindsey to the frenulum. I had her feel with the underside of the ridge of my cock head until she ran over the soft wrinkles of flesh where once my now missing foreskin had connected to my cock. Her firm tongue played such a delicious melody on my skin flute that I said, “That’s it Linds’ kiss your Daddy’s cock. Oh yeah baby, that’s it. Nibble and kiss on that little area . Mmmmmmmm”
When I opened my eyes and looked down at her, she could not have looked more beautiful. Her eyes were full of lust, moist and opened wide as her glance flickered from my cock to my face and back. Her lips were gently sucking, starting far apart and then squeezing together on that erotic square inch of flesh that kept sending signals of pleasure and need pounding through my shat toward the glans!
“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out!” I said in a voice choked with need. Lindsey complied and I resisted my desire to just slam my cock into her head and take from her what I so badly wanted. Instead, holding my now rigid cock in one hand, I rubbed the bottom side of my cock in a circular motion over her outstretched tongue. I pressed firmly and then even harder as the sperm began to boil deep in my nuts.
I was only moments away from cumming when I stepped back and leaned against the counter. My penis was pointing more toward the ceiling than it had in years if not decades! Balls tight, world spinning, heart racing like I had just run several miles and it took everything I had not to just go ahead and unleash it all down her throat!
“Did I do something wrong?” Lindsey was looking at me sincerely with green eyes of concern. I tried to give her a half smile then turned and got a glass of water from the sink as I forced myself to pull back my passions from the very edge of the abyss.
Walking around behind her, I took Lindsey’s wrists and unfastened them from the steel ring and instead, fastened them together, still behind her. Then with very little effort, I lifted her up and laid her on her belly across the side of the bed so that her hips rested just on the side of the bed “Raise your ass.” I said in a voice that still betrayed more lust than I intended. She did as I commanded and with both of my hands on either side of her underwear, I jerked them over her ass and down to her knees.
I was just eyeing the tiny hints of pussy lips that protruded into my sight when the slick, smooth dildo suddenly slipped up and out of her ass. She was very well lubed and I was very, very hard…. “You failed to keep that toy where it belonged, so now I will have to train you with something thicker!” She was trying not to relax and close her sphincter and I could easily see the dark inner sanctum of her anus.
With no further warning, I put the head of my cock against the dark opening and shoved. At first I was not certain she was going to be able to take me! She cried out and my head stopped just short of going all of the way into her. But by now I was filled with lust and so after a few seconds to allow her to recover from her initial pain, I began pushing forward again and within seconds I felt the ridge of my helmet slip inside of her and the muscles of her back door sealed around the shaft of my cock as I then pushed myself forward burying myself clear up to the balls in her ass on the next thrust!
I just held her there as she gasped nearly fell forward. My cock is not any longer than an average cock, but it is a dick that is nearly as big as a soda can at its base and that thick base was lodged securely and tightly inside a quivering tight ring of skin stretched almost beyond its limits! I could feel my rod pushing and moving inside her abdomen as she fought for breath and not to scream. It felt so delicious to just hold my cock right there.
But then I began to pull back, just a little. The tightness of her virgin ass, squeezed down tight around my shaft and forced my head to swell even more. For a moment, my vision swirled and my mind spun as the incredibly powerful waves of pleasure washed over me. Barely an inch back, I slammed my hips into her ass, feeling my balls slap into a sopping wet pussy with her fingers buried deep inside. The impact seemed to cause us both to come back to reality and I felt her relax just a little as she moaned. The next time I pulled back a couple of inches before charging back into her. By the time she was sliding up and down the full length of my shaft, we had settled into an amazing rhythm that I knew I could not maintain for long.
As I pulled back for what I thought would be the last thrust I could handle, I heard Lindsey say, “Oh God, Oh my God!” and then her body convulsed and shook and the gateway to her ass contracted as tight as possible just as I slid into her! That thrust was into an ass that was so perfect, so hot and so very tight that even before I bottomed out and my nuts slammed into the back of her fingers, I could feel me shooting load after load deep inside her ass.
Her second hand reached back and just as the last jets of my thick cream rocketed up through my twitching dick, I felt her at first gently cup my balls and then at a measured pace, she began to squeeze my nuts and even dig her fingernails into the tender flesh just behind and below them. Falling forward I roared as I felt the contractions in my scrotum grow tight again and force out what few drops of cum that still lingered within me out and into her rectum.
Falling forward over her ass and back she had to release her hold on my testicles and I drew a deep breath that rattled me to my core. Working my arms beneath her, I held Lindsey to me and rolled onto my back without losing the seal on her back door. She laid there almost like a tortoise on its back, her back on my chest and we both fought to have our vital signs return back from critical exertion level!
I was just starting to kiss her neck when my cell phone rang. Without a word, Lindsey rolled off of me, to her feet and shuffled as quickly as she could to her bathroom as I retrieved my phone. It was Elise’ home number, so I picked it up.
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