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Catfished By Dana Parks Chapter 1- Morning of the ceremony Friday morning Daddy arrives home after a hard day on the graveyard shift, his week finished. He unlocks the door, removes his jacket and shoes and drops his hat on the hook in the mudroom. He slowly walks to the bedroom where I am curled up in a rather comfortable pet bed in front of his bed. I am also chained to a well-secured eyebolt mounted in the floor. I feel him grab the chain and give it a small tug. This is my signal to get up. I crawl off the bed, wearing only a locked leather harness that holds a dildo and butt plug in me. I stand in front of daddy and curtsy. I unbuckle daddy's belt, undo his pants and slowly pull them down, kneeling as I do. He lifts each leg so I can remove his pants and socks. I kiss his feet, then rise and slowly pull his underwear down. I kiss his sweaty cock all over. He tugs on the chain... I'm to stand and start his shower. I pick up his clothes and walk sensually to the bathroom, dropping them in the hamper. I slide over to start the water in the large walk-in shower. I am fortunate the chain is long enough for me to walk to the master bath. I place the towel down on the floor. As I wait for the shower to get to his correct temperature, Daddy enters the bath. He unlocks my belt and removes the dildo and butt plug and hangs the harness on a nearby hook. He then takes off his shirt, hands it to me to place in the hamper. He unlocks and detaches the chain from my collar, coils it up and hangs it on a hook outside the door. He returns and checks the water temperature. He pets my head, and opens the shower door wide for me. As I enter, he caresses my ass and back and follows me in. I turn to face him as the warm water washes over me. I wash his body starting on his shoulders and working my way down. The bar of soap slips from my hand to the floor. As I turn and bend over to pick it up, I feel daddy grab my hips and thrust his rock hard cock into my wet pussy. He leans over and thrusts slowly back and forth in me as he leans forward and massages my breasts. My hair hangs down, wet with water as daddy continues to thrust into me. I moan as he rams deep. He pulls out and turns me around, then forces me to kneel and suck on his cock. I soap his balls and massage them as I deep throat his cock. Daddy places his hands on the back of my head, forcing him in deeper. Daddy grunts suddenly and explodes into my mouth. I gratefully swallow his seed. He then slides his hands under my arms and lifts me up close to him. I wrap my arms around his neck, and then he lifts me from behind my thighs and slides me onto his cock. Driving deep inside me I hold tight with my breasts flattened to his chest. Daddy kisses me and I return them with deep passion. He comes again in my pussy. He finally lowers me slowly and we both finish cleaning each other. After the shower we towel each other off. He lovingly pats my back dry I wrap a towel on my head. Daddy slaps my ass and tells me to start breakfast as he finishes in the bathroom. I walk into the kitchen and put on an apron over my otherwise naked body. I know there is only a short time to get daddy's breakfast ready, so I quickly pull out a couple pans and set them on the stove. As I work on cooking his breakfast, I also prepare the coffee and squeeze fresh orange juice and prepare the table for his arrival. Listening for the signals that daddy is coming; I prepare his plate and put it on the table with the coffee and juice. I pick up his charged phone and place it on the right of his plate. I walk back and hang the apron on its hook and return to the dining room. Lastly, I pull out the chair and then kneel beside it on the left side. He comes into the kitchen clad only in a towel and sits down. He sips the coffee, checks the plate, sees where I am kneeling and smiles, as everything is prepared to his liking. He caresses my chin with his free hand. I have pleased him. As daddy eats and reads off his smart phone he gives me small portions and hand feeds me. I gratefully and softly take them off his hands. I am starving; this is one of the few times I eat. He waves over my head and towards the table so I then crawl under the table between daddy's legs. He opens his legs up and I loosen his towel to expose his manhood. I softly, lovingly caress daddy's cock as it grows in my hands then lick the head lightly. It shudders as I do however I know not to make daddy cum. He likes to be kissed and caressed while he eats. When he finishes his breakfast, he taps me on the head, letting me know he finished. I crawl out from under the table and feel him pet me when I crawl out. I rise, kiss him on the cheek, and then pick up the empty dishes and return to the kitchen to clean up. Daddy does not like the house dirty and it's my duty to keep it clean. He covers himself with the towel again and continues to read while I clean the dishes and start the dishwasher. I hurry to clean the table, and as I turn to return the towel to the kitchen, he smacks me on my round ass. "Good girl!" he exclaims. "You remembered this time." I return and kneel on his left. When daddy is finished, he clips the walking leash to my collar and pets me slowly. He stands and I follow, crawling behind him to the bedroom. Daddy removes his towel and the one on my head. Clips the bed chain to my collar and unhooks the walking leash. I pull the covers back and he slides onto the bed. Daddy taps the bed signaling me to join him this morning. My heart leaps with joy as I crawl next to him, wanting to feel his heat and warmth. He faces me as my legs slides over his toned and masculine body. I fondle daddy's cock as he kisses me and plays with my breasts. Finally he nods off and I cuddle next to him. After several hours of sleep, I feel daddy stirring. I smoothly and carefully slide down under the covers and then between his legs, being sure the chain remains quiet, knowing how he loves to be awakened like this. I kiss his morning wood and slowly take him in my mouth. I maintain a slow steady motion as he awakens. "That's my girl," he says as he pets the top of my head. "Deeper, deeper pet," he coaxes me on. I squirm in delight and work daddy's cock deeper into my throat. My hands caress his balls tenderly. I hear him moan. He places a hand behind my head and pushes me down. I cough and gag a bit as his cock slides deeper into my throat. I work to get myself under control and keep up the pace. Suddenly he pulls on my hair, lifting my head off his cock and tugs on the chain, signaling me to crawl up onto him. I kneel straddling his body; my right hand gently grasps his cock and slides him into my pussy as I sit down slowly. He smiles at his well-trained pet and lays back. I ride his rod hard, feeling it pulse and throb. I moan loudly, my pussy tightens on his cock as I suddenly erupt into a massive orgasm. "OOOAAAAHH Oh, Oh, Oh, YESSSS OH D..D..DADDY!! OOOHHH so deep YESSS!" I bounce faster and faster, working him deeper and deeper, feeling his cock throbbing more intensely. I tighten my pussy on his cock again and milk him hard. I feel him tense, and then he grunts loudly and explodes deep inside. As another orgasm races through my body, I collapse onto daddy's chest. My breasts pressed flat on his chest and my head resting on his shoulder. I feel the cock softening and finally flopping out of my pussy. He slowly runs his hands over my body as we relax and recover from our afternoon sex. He caresses my head and kisses my cheek softly. "Princess... tonight is the night we will perform the blood bond ceremony. I need to get the yard work done and get the altar prepared for the ceremony. After I dress and leave you'll need to get yourself ready. Be sure to clean yourself out and then lock the dildo and butt plug harness on. Remember, I will check. When you feel the buzzer in the butt plug go off, bring me my Pepsi." As I slowly crawl off the bed, he gives me a playful slap on my ass. I jump and giggle as he grins. I kneel at the side of the bed naked. He unlocks the chain from my collar and pets my head. "Good girl. You have learned well. You know I am your benevolent daddy and as you follow my rules, I will be gentle and loving. You know how displeased I can be when you don't follow my rules?" I shudder a bit, thinking about what has happened to me these past few months. I nod. "Your wish is mine to follow daddy. I will do my best to please you." "I expect no less girl. You may get ready now." He rises from the bed, dresses quickly, and leaves the house. Men seem to get ready so fast I sigh as I return to the bathroom. Chapter 2- Games I logged into Second Life. I'd found this online role-playing game several years ago when I was laid up with a shoulder injury and unable to do much. I wanted to role-play as the opposite gender. I have mixed emotions all my life. I like being a man. I played sports and roughhoused with the best, and even work a very physical job. I long as I can remember though, I wondered what it was like to be a woman. I was blessed (cursed) however with an unmistakably male body. Big head, big hands, wide feet, heavily hairy all over with my body shape described as an apple; a body not easily passable as a female. I did wear female clothing from time to time however it all looked stupid on me so I eventually got rid of them. As computers got much more powerful and the computer games getting more realistic, I started to browse the web for something new. I was searching for something to role-play as a female. Initially, I was thinking World of Warcraft or something similar. Even though I am physical, I was not a person who really liked violent games so I decided not to pursue. Then one day, I saw Second Life. What I saw amazed me. Here you could be almost anything you wanted to be. Avatars were all shapes of human, exotic furries, vampires, and mythical creatures; if you can dream it, it was probably there on somewhere. I started slowly, creating a female avatar though I picked a gender-neutral name; Dana. At first I wandered free sites to improve my avatar and learned more about the game. In time, I entered the adult sites. OMG, the possibilities. You can role-play all of your wildest dreams. You could simulate sex in any position you could imagine, be prey in Hunt and Capture games, be a slave in Gor themed sites. For some unknown reason, being controlled and and tied up appealed to me. I could experience bondage here without actually being held. I kept that for later. I started simply, picking out a sexy bikini and went to the adult beaches. The male avatars began to hit on me. I quickly learned to flirt with a female persona. Some men bought me other more exotic outfits and better mesh bodies that made my avatar even better. Of course I had fuck sessions with them as payment. How else do you thank them? I learned quickly, and became rather comfortable thinking and conversing as a female. It surprised me how easily I could do it. Eventually, many of them requested for real life interaction. I played my role as long as I could, then let them down easily as I could, creating plausible stories as needed. I understood that most of these supposed men were lonely introverted people like me. One example would be Delmar333. I met him at the site called Baby Maker. I wore a HUD (app) that could simulate a woman's daily cycle and if an avatar had the male version of the HUD, possibly make me pregnant. I was there to get a refill of the pill so I could not get 'pregnant.' Our conversation started simply enough with normal introductions, etc. As we communicated by typing, he mentioned he was an ex-marine. We were about the same age though in the game I role-played a character 30 years younger. He also mentioned he was a Dom. That set off my internal bell, as I really wanted to experience being a sub to a strong male. I had tried it before, but all were weak role players or not regulars on the game. He seemed different, more assured, firmly in control without being over the top. He was there looking for a long-term relationship. I was tired also of one- night stands so I agreed to his commands. I hid myself from all my other friends and made him my sole focus. We regularly met each other and eventually shared pictures. I found a cute girl on the Internet and used her photo, he send me his. He actually was a very nice looking gentleman, if it's truly him. As a Dom, he quickly got me a collar and leashed me. I soon allowed him complete control of my avatar. He never let me go. We got a personal place in SL so we would explore both our fantasies. I never left the home without his permission. We dolled it up with a lot of bondage equipment and he used it all. He often leashed me to a pole before he left each evening. Though I was chained, I could move about. Then we got a cage. The user who invented this cage was a very devious person. The RLV (Restrained Love Viewer) included in the cage did not allow me to do anything. I was at his mercy. It quickly became his favorite equipment, my avatar locked in nearly every night. Fortunately, he was firm yet benevolent. I grew to enjoy the role-play and eagerly awaited his arrival. My fantasies grew in my mind exponentially. I learned to sit patiently in the cage, waiting for him to arrive. Unfortunately, he also wanted to meet in real life. If I'd been a true woman, I would have easily met him in a public place. I played the female role well by this time so he truly thought of me as a female. We lived in different states, but close enough to meet for a weekend. His strength and dominance weakened and wore me down slowly despite me best efforts I unfortunately agreed to 'eventually' meet him. I had to figure out something to let him down easily. I devised a breakup story about my mom passing away and I needed to be there for my dad. Something truthful but happened long in the past for me. He had become a bit too enraptured with me. I hurt him when I told him my breakup story. I was his baby, princess, and his sweetie; please stay, etc. I resisted, saying I needed to be there with my father as my sisters lived in different states far from him. I said I was sorry to do this to him, it was my fault, not his. I finally logged off then, hoping he got the hint. When I logged back on later in the week, after checking to see if he was on, I set it so he could never know when I was on, but I could see if he was. I moved on. I met many other avatars on SL and experienced what I could. In all my interactions, only one person ever thought they were catfished. It bothered me to do this, but my need to experience being female outweighed my senses. "Hey Carl, I need a favor my old friend. I wonder if you can help me with something?" Chapter 3- A Small Mistake I rise and move quickly to the bathroom and prepare myself for the day. I relieve myself, then douche and use an enema to clean myself thoroughly. I clean and slide the butt plug and dildo into me. I put the harness on and lock it, knowing daddy will check. I rewash and then thoroughly dry my hair, brush it out and set into a nice bun. I put on a black underwire demi bra and matching thong. I wrap and hook the matching garter around my waist. Picking up new pair of nude, seamed stockings, I roll them up onto my legs, making sure the seam in the back is straight; he checks that daily. Sliding the clasps from the garter under my thong, I attach the stockings to them. I step quickly into the 3" heeled slippers just in case daddy comes in. During the afternoon and evening, I am to not wear anything less then 3" heels. If I were caught without, I would be punished. I sit in front of the vanity daddy bought for me and put on my makeup. I don't need to use a lot on my face; I spend most of my time enhancing my eyes. I put on bright red lipstick to match my long nails. Satisfied with my makeup, I go into the wardrobe and pull out my French maid outfit daddy. I also pull out a black waist clincher, as I would never get into the dress without it. I put the clincher on and tighten it, take a deep breath, exhale and tighten it some more. Daddy wants it tight. I then step into the outfit, pull it up and zip it tight, then place the small lock on the zipper and close it tight. I pull up the frilly petticoat that flares out the skirt, knowing I'll need to be careful not to show the tops of my stockings. I tie on the white apron and secure the headpiece to my hair with bobby pins. I remove the slippers and place them in the wardrobe and pull out the black 5" platform heels. As with the dress, I add locks to my heels. I then put on the long-sleeved white gloves to complete the outfit. Taking a final look in the mirror, I briefly smile at how I look. Daddy should be proud today. Then I begin cleaning, starting with the bathroom. After about 3 hours of cleaning, the butt plug vibrates. Fortunately, I am in the kitchen and so I prepare daddy's favorite afternoon drink; a Pepsi in an ice filled glass. I place it on a silver serving tray, look out the window to locate daddy, and begin walking out to him. With the heels, it is very difficult to walk in the grass so I'm more or less tiptoeing to daddy. I used to be somewhat embarrassed going outside in the maid outfit, but he corrected me and I have no wish to experience it again. When I reach daddy, he put his hand up and I freeze in place, the tray held in my right hand and me on my toes to prevent the heels from digging in the grass. Daddy stands, takes the glass from the tray. "Turn around," he commands. I comply. He reviews my appearance closely. "Your seams are acceptable; nice and straight though a slightly off near the heel. Be more careful next time. I see the locks on your dress and shoes. Well-done princess. Bend over!" I bend over at the waist as he takes a sip of his drink. He lifts my petticoat (so embarrassing) and checks for the lock on the harness. "You are doing well today. I am very pleased. Return to position!" I straighten up, then lower the tray in front of me, hold it with both hands and place one leg behind the other and curtsy to daddy. I rise and remain motionless as daddy completes his drink. It is very difficult to be motionless when you are straining to stay on your toes. I have practiced hard to do so. When daddy finishes, he raises the glass with an outstretched hand towards me. With that signal I reach out and take it from him and place it back on the tray. I curtsy and turn then feel another underhand smack on my ass below the petticoat, and then a vibration emanates within me. "Yes daddy, what do you wish me to do?" "Sit on my lap, I am taking a short break," said daddy. I bend my knees gracefully and place the tray with the empty glass on the grass, giving an eyeful of my cleavage. I tiptoe carefully towards him, noting he has returned to sitting on the mowing tractor. He grabs me by the waist and effortlessly lifts and places me on his lap. He begins kissing me as his hands roam inside the dress, massaging my breasts. "Well done today my pet, you have made Daddy so happy. Mmmm, so nice, I love caressing your boobs." He pinches one of my nipples, making me jump. He kisses me hard on the lips, then after a few seconds says "We will officially be one tonight." He kisses me passionately again as I hold tight to him. "Yes daddy, I cannot wait for the ceremony." He smiles "Neither can I sweetie. Now return to the house, I need to finish my chores as do you." Daddy lifts me up off his lap and sets me gently on the ground. As I bend to pick up the tray, he slaps my ass hard once more, almost toppling me. I recover as gracefully as I can "Thank you daddy. I am here to serve. Please buzz if you need anything else." Then I curtsy once more, twirl on my toes and sensually walk back to the house, as a wolf whistle is heard from behind. As I tiptoe back to the house I begin to develop a plan for dinner. I know he will eat in about an hour or so based on his routine so I should quickly eat. I make myself a small salad with ice water. Daddy also regularity weighs me and I must fall between 124 and 128 lbs. I must be careful with managing my food. When finished, I prepare his dinner. I keep a close eye on him as I work. Soon, I notice him walking to the house. I place his dinner on the table and pull out his chair as I did for breakfast. As I'm in my maid outfit, I do not kneel next to him. I stand off into the corner of the dining room and place my hands over each other in front of my apron. Daddy arrives and washes up, then sits down. "Well done maid." He begins his dinner as I wait to serve. After dinner, he motions to me. "Maid, come and clean up. After, you may sit on Daddy's lap." I quickly as my heels will allow, come to the table and remove the soiled dishes. I curtsy and retire to the kitchen and begin the clean up. "Slut, come here!" Uh oh, I forgot something. I am never called a slut unless I did something wrong. What did I forget? I walk toward daddy with a lowered head and stand to his left. "Where is my drink?" OH NO, I forgot that! I am supposed to do that after I clean up the dinner table. "I am so sorry master. I will get it for you immediately." I quickly walk to the cabinet and prepare his Bourbon on the rocks. I return and place it in front of him. "Over my lap slut!" I comply with his request. "You have earned 10 for your mistake. Lift your skirt!" I lift my skirt and petticoat over my back. Master holds my hands there and proceeds to give me 10 hard smacks to the ass. I stifle my outburst, but tears form despite my best efforts. "Damn it Dana. You were doing so well." "I am sorry master. I thank you for correcting me. I will not forget again," I speak rapidly as tears roll down my face; ever hopeful this is all I am punished. "Finish your chores and report to me in the living room after finishing." He growled as he picked up his drink and stands. "You will be receiving further punishment." "Yes Master." I turn and return to the kitchen, stifling sobs and waiting until I am out of site to dab my eyes. I quickly hurry and clean the kitchen spotless. I then walk to the living room and stand in front of him with my hands clasped in front. I look at his crotch, waiting. He motions me over, stands up from his chair, and then clips his leash to me. "You're a stupid slut," as he locks the leash on to my collar. "I am fucking disappointed in you. It was a perfect day going." He unlocks the dress and takes the zipper and pulls it down quickly. "Remove it!" He commands. I pull off the gloves, untie the apron, lower the petticoat to the floor, and slide the dress off me. I neatly fold the clothing and place them to the side to pick up later. I also remove the headpiece and place it on top of the dress. Daddy unties the clincher from me and pulls it off. He drops it on the floor, then he sits down. I bend my knees, pick it up and fold it nicely and place it on the pile of clothes. I stand and face daddy. "The bra." I place my hands behind me and unhook the bra, folding it and laying it on top of the dress. "Present!" I kneel wide before him, my palms facing up and arms on my thighs. "Slut, I should make your ass raw with the cane. You have doing very well for the past week so I shall spare you that. However you will finish your punishment in your favorite place as I complete the preparations for the bonding." He stands up and tugs at the leash. "Crawl!" Master begins walking quickly to the playroom, pulling on the leash. I follow closely behind on my hands and knees trying to keep up with him. I stumble and fall flat. I feel a severe tug on leash. "Damn it slut! Keep the fuck up." Another hard tug and I get up and crawl as fast as I can, my naked breasts swaying wildly under me, exaggerating my crawl more. We enter the playroom. It is full of master's bondage and workout equipment. I do enjoy being in the playroom with the exception of one piece, the cage. It sits in the far corner. Master personally built it out of solid steel. Being only 3 1/2 feet high you cannot stand in and has such a small footprint you need to curl up like a dog to even lay in it. The lock is solid and secure. Master has the only key. I am completely at his mercy when it is locked. I am severely claustrophobic and when covered with the fitted curtain this cage feeds my phobia. I have spent many miserable nights in the cage. He opens the door of the cage. Near the cage sits the bondage toys on shelves. Daddy picks up a locking ball gag. He looks firmly at me and I willingly open my mouth. He puts it in and tightens it snug, then secures with the lock. "Get in slut." I crawl into it like a dog. I turn around and see daddy unhooking the leash from his hand and feed it through the cage door and attach it to a locking hook on the cage. Even if he accidentally leaves the door open, I am leashed to the heavy confinement. Daddy slams the door shut and locks it. Daddy then takes the dark curtain and throws it over the cage. I can see nothing as it became dark immediately. "I will get you later slut when I am ready for you. Your punishment will be over then. I will be finishing the altar for the ceremony." His footsteps fade and the house become eerily silent. I shudder sitting in the cage. I reflect more on how I got here. Chapter 4- WTF Ugh, another shitty day at work. The boss is on the warpath again, I can't seem to get anything right. Have had too many of these days recently. Oh well, I will get on it tomorrow; hopefully I can please them then. God, I wish I didn't have to go back though; I am tired of the drama there. I get into my car and begin the 20-minute drive home. I am entrenched in my routines, listening to the news as I drive, complaining about the shitty drivers on the road, especially the drivers who run red lights. I am very defensive around the intersections. As I curse all the idiot drivers on the road these days. I fail to notice a black truck following me in the distance. I eventually stop at one of my favorite restaurants to pick up my dinner I'd ordered to take home. Walking in, I make small talk with the waitress, a cutie, while I wait for my takeout order. I keep the talk rather bland, weather, traffic construction, etc. I wish I could flirt with women better or I'd ask her out; I am timid because of my introverted personality. She's about 5'6" around 120 lbs., well proportioned; probably a C cup with a well rounded ass and thin waist. The uniform was conservative, but it did not hide her beauty. I love her long black silky hair, (always have to resist putting my hand in it) and she has the most wonderful smile. When she speaks, it's light, friendly, and a joy to hear. My order arrives; I pay my bill, give her a cheerful thanks and goodbye, and then walk out to the car. Opening the door I sit down placing my dinner on the seat as I hum the happy tune stuck in my head. Man, talking with her just makes my day feel better. I really need to ask her out though I know I won't. As I reach to start the car I hear a rustle behind me then arms pull me back hard, a wet cloth covers my mouth, and I quickly lose consciousness. I groan and try to lift my hand to rub my forehead I find I can't move it. W... w... what's going on? I pull harder with my arm. It's tied down? What the hell...? I snap to attention, open my eyes... and realize I can't see either. I start moving all my body around and find I'm all tied down. WTF! I begin to yell for help and some asshole suddenly shoves a gag into my mouth, straps pulled around my head, and hear a click locking it on. "That will shut you up fucker." A small pause, then I feel a slap to the face. OWW! "Who the fuck is this Carl? Why the hell do you have this asshole here! I wanted Dana, not a fucking man," I hear. "This IS Dana. You've been catfished Darryl. Know that that is? It's a man masquerading as a woman online for some fucking reason?" Darryl's eyes widen at the news as Carl continues. "Yea, I can't figure that one out either dude. One of my buddies from my squad told me about it once. I bet this one never spent a minute in the military, got no balls at all. At any rate, I traced the IP address from the game to this fucker's home and I been monitoring his communication and activities with my hacks of his phone and computer for the past couple weeks. Here's your Princess... Darryl!" Carl roars with laughter. I feel my face slapped hard, then another, and another. I cry out into the gag yet nothing comes out. "Fucking a! A fucking man? I want to kill this bastard! Carl, you got a knife? I want to make him suffer hard before he's dead," spits out Darryl. He begins looking around for some weapon. Drawers opening and slammed closed. Paper heard being shuffled, equipment rattling, and other items being thrown about, some clattering on the floor. "I want to fucking kill him now!" Carl grabs him by the arm and pulls him back. "Darryl, stop it. Just stop it. You're fucking up my garage! Stop!" Darryl stop and stares at Carl. "He fucked with me, I want to fuck him up, and then kill him. I need your pistol. He needs to die!" Darryl reaches for Carl's holstered handgun. Carl holds his arms firm as both men still in top physical shape. "Darryl, Stop! We can solve this. Look, I got an idea," he whispers in his ears and a devious smile grows on Darryl's face. "Yea, YEA! I like it," he says. "Can you call Mitch to arrange it? It's a fucking great idea. Solves all the problems. If that works, I will definitely find a way to repay you." He turns toward me. "Well 'Dana,' I guess you are getting your wish. You loved bondage in SL and here you are tied tight in RL. Now, you... are... mine!" Darryl slowly says to me as he rips off my blindfold. After my eyes adjust to the light, I see him. Delmar333! Oh fuck, it's him? Slap! "Didn't think I could find you?" Slap! "Forgot I was in the service didn't you?" as he slapped my face once more. "Once a brother, always a brother in the military. Carl was a specialist in surveillance and capture; I was in search and rescue and saved his life more than once in hostile territory. We've been friends for 30 plus years. I called in a favor. Now he's gotta awesome idea to help me with... my problem." He laughs maniacally. "Need to arrange something 'babe.' Be back in a bit." He places the blindfold back on me, back hands my face hard once again, and walks off. I squirm against the restraints with little success. I exhaust myself trying to free myself and stop struggling and hear them making small talk in the distance. Oh fuck, this is bad. No one knows I am here. God, I was only role-playing, I was not serious. Shit, how do I get out of this? I was accustomed to getting out of any situation as Dana, but now it's got me into a world of problems. If I can get this gag off me, maybe I can talk myself out of it. I begin to think about what I need to say. As I do, I hear footsteps getting louder. "Well, 'Princess' you're going away for a bit," Darryl said. Carl has it all arranged with our good friend Mitch. We were in luck, he had an opening." Slap! "Your words and actions on SL; I truly thought we had something, something special. I fucking TRUSTED you!" he shouted. He paused for a moment, composing himself, then said softly, "I just wanted to meet you in hopes we could click and become a real couple. Have a bit of bondage fun between consenting adults. Not now, my plans and your future have changed because of what you did to me. You're truly fucked now HONEY!" One more slap to my face. "OOUUUMPPPHHH" I yelp through the gag. Damn, he's going to break my jaw. I might as well be dead. A hand grabs my arm firmly, then a prick. I become groggy quickly. I hear Carl talking on a phone as I fade in consciousness. The next time I am aware, it seems like I'm still in a dream, though I feel underwater with something in my mouth. I try to spit it out, but it is held on. Total blackness, totally quiet, my body sitting in a liquid solution. I can't move my arms or legs. Can't even move my head. I seem paralyzed. I can breath, but only though the device in my mouth, my nose is shut as the solution covers me completely. Am I dead? My senses become more alert I hear noises, a voice coming through the solution. It gets louder and clearer. "Ah, hello Dana. I hope you slept well. We've released your consciousness for a bit as we configure the tank. I need to calibrate the equipment to your unique brain waves as I've done for rest of your body's electrical activities," the voice said. "As you may have guessed, I am a friend of both Carl and Darryl. Even though you will never remember it, my name is Mitch. I worked in the CIA covert activity laboratory for 30 years. My role was to take our spies and change them into perfect clones of our enemies' important political personnel. It's a great way to infiltrate the most secret facilities. Of course, I no longer have access to that equipment, but I created my own lab and now serve our business community with international corporate espionage. It is quite profitable for me?" I hear a screech in the solution that torches my ears yet I can't do anything to stop it. In my mind I think; kill me now, I beg you. "Sorry about that," I heard. "No, I am not going to kill you if that's what your brainwaves indicate. I am transforming you. You messed with the wrong person, Dana, and I am happy to help him make it right. Darryl, Carl, and I are tight friends. They're brothers from other mothers. Both saved my life long ago when I was an operative overseas." My eyes widen... make what right? "Dana, we are turning you into Darryl's ideal woman and he picked out an absolute stunner he wants you turned into. I will use my equipment to transform you into her using her DNA; with a couple slight modifications. Your 'daddy' wants you slightly shorter than her and he loves large breasts. Your mind will also be conditioned to be a loyal, dutiful slave who honors and obeys her master. He said you were surprisingly submissive in the game. We will keep that and enhance it. Though I could save your DNA and reverse the process. Darryl told me it was not necessary. You will be a full, complete and fertile woman... Miss Dana." What, No! I don't want this. I hear something that chilled me deep. "Commencing DNA regen in three minutes. Brain waves are now coordinated with system. Electrical impulses are nominal. DNA from female subject has been mixed and is circulating in transformation solution," the computer calls. "Chamber is locked, gas is now entering device to inoculate candidate." I hear a hiss and gas forced into the breathing device in my mouth. I try to hold my breath, but eventually I gasp and the gas fills my lungs. I lapse back into unconsciousness. "DNA regen is now active. Completion is estimated at 105 hours." Darryl enters the room, walks over to his friend Mitch and shakes his hand. "Thanks man." "Glad to help out a brother. Amazing how far some civilian men have fallen. This one needs to be converted to match his mind so I'm happy to help." "Appreciate it. Still though, I am pissed I fell for it. I learned a valuable lesson. The fucker really seemed like a female online; was a total sub online. Well, 'she' is going to be even deeper in that shit after she is out." "You are a lucky man. She is going to be an outstanding looker. Where you find such a fine woman to copy?" "She was running the register at the restaurant he last stopped at. When I saw her in the picture Carl showed me, I knew she'd be perfect. Carl went back there and picked up a sample of her DNA. Don't ask me how he does what he does. He's damn good at it though." "Outstanding," he smiles. "Now, if I could get a blow job out of her as payment you'd make my day. Those lips would feel incredible on my cock, but that is your call." "Consider it done. I plan to have her service Carl too as a thank you. You both can even fuck her in the ass, but the pussy is mine alone." "Awesome! Thanks, good enough for me." Chapter 5- Preparations I curl up in the cage and close my eyes I absently feel the leash and follow it up to the collar, the ever-present reminder that I'm owned. I am already sore and achy, curled and trapped in this small cage. The darkness played with my mind, enhancing my fears. As sleep takes over nightmares of what master has in store for me tonight invade my mind. I shuddered and my heels continually caught the bars of the cage. Master had never told me what the blood bond entailed. My nightmares started with aggressive deep gashes all over my body, blood gushing from me as he looked on and drank my blood. He was enamored with vampires. Then they switch to him biting my neck and sucking out all my blood. Would he tie me up and leave me hanging upside down, placing small cuts in my neck and catches my blood as it dripped on him as he lay underneath? Would he tie me up and lay me in a coffin, playing on my claustrophobic fears as he slices me with a thousand cuts? Damn this cage, I hate it so much. Sleep is uneven and uncomfortable. Being plugged and unable to relieve myself, even to speak was intolerable. I was miserable. Several hours later, I hear the curtain being lifted, a click, and then a squeak as the cage door opens. A hand pets my head softly, and then caresses my body slowly and sensually. "Wow, so perfect," Master said as I slowly awaken from my slumber. "It's time Princess." I stretch and feel the heels hit the bars on the cage, and get up on my hands and knees. I slowly crawl out and then try to stand up. A fast hand on my ass and a sharp, "No slut, kneel!" brings me to full attention I sit down on my legs. "I do not need the neighbors hearing you tonight," Daddy reminds me. "Our blood bond must be performed outside and when we commence the ceremony, the pain will be initially intense so the ball gag will remain on for now." He kneels next to me and unlocks my heels. "I want you naked for the ceremony. Remove everything." He softly yet firmly told me. "Put everything in a pile and after the ceremony, I will allow you to collect your things. We need to hurry and get outside. The moon is full and high in the sky and clear. The temperature is perfect though it will get much colder soon. Also, I like how my beautiful naked pet looks on my leash." I sit and remove the heels, then unhook the stockings and roll them off quickly, then as quick, remove the garter belt and panties. I set it on the side next to the hated cage. Now, all I have on me is what's locked on; the collar, ball gag, and the leather belt holding in the toys. Master stands up. "Crawl" as he tugs on the leash. I begin to crawl and follow my master, taking care to remain on the left side as I'd been instructed. He guides me to the back door and down the steps. It was a bit difficult to traverse the stairs on my hands and knees and still keep up. I slip crawling down and fall in a heap at the bottom. He tugs on the leash..."Hurry up slut!" I scramble up and crawl quickly to Master. This is the first time Master has taken me outside leashed. I am now exposed to the world naked. As I am crawling, I have no way to cover myself so I hope the neighbors are asleep. My 32DD breasts sway wildly as follow. Another firm tug on the leash and a low growled, "Hurry up slut!" reminds me of my place and I crawl quicker to daddy. I look up and past him to see the ceremony area Master has prepared for our blood bond. He is taking me to a spot in the forest behind the house, a cozy grove lit up dimly by a small campfire. Heavy tarps are attached to the trees, creating an intimate and disguised area for the ceremony. As I crawl into the arena I see it. The altar Master has built looks like a heavy wooden X with eyehooks and ropes attached. Some ropes are short and some draped over tree branches. On one side is a large log with a small bag and bucket to it. Master points to the altar and commands, "Lay!" I crawl to the altar and lay on it face up. Each arm and leg laying on one spoke of the 'X.' Master takes the short ropes and ties each of my legs tight to the cross. He then takes each arm and secures them as well. The leash is then unlocked from his wrist and wrapped around the cross, pulling my collar tight to the board. He picks up the somewhat longer ropes and wraps them around my torso and waist, crossing over my breasts and pulling me tight. I am completely immobilized. Master goes to one of the ropes that are draped over the branches and pulls the side of the cross, closest to my head, upright so the cross about a 45 degree angle. He unlocks the harness and pulls only the dildo out, leaving the butt plug still in me "Alright Princess, now we can begin our ceremony." Chapter 6- Resignation I awaken slowly back into consciousness; take a deep breath and stretch. I feel so stiff, like I haven't moved in a week. The bed feels comfortable as I stretch, pointing my toes and putting my arms high overhead. My arms go behind my head, stretch once more, then as I pull them down, I feel them hit my chest. Wha... I open my eyes, look down, and squeal. BREASTS? My voice, what's wrong with my voice? Why does it sound high? I look at my hands and arms. Slim and smooth. And nails. How do I have nails? I chew on my nails I don't have them a 1/4 inch past my fingers. OMG what is going on here? I feel something weirdly soft on my ears so I pick it up and look at it. Long, black, luxuriously rich and thick hair. OMG. I close my eyes and let my hands roam my body slowly. This is impossible. My hands feel my breasts; shudder as I finger my nipples. God, they are so sensitive. They feel so huge. My hands slide lower and feel my stomach. Wow, it feels so small and soft, no hair either. Lower still and I feel hair. Thank god, it's still... uh oh. Wh... where's my cock. Oh fuck; I have a pussy as I stick my middle finger inside of me. I hit my clit and jump. That's so sensitive. I rub it and quickly moan with pleasure. "Tut-tut princess. Not yet," he says as he grabs my hands and holds it in his. "There will be plenty of time later to test the new equipment." I open my eyes and look up. OMG, it's Darryl, staring at me intently. "My o my, Mitch outdid himself, I gotta hand it to him, he really knows his shit. You are absolutely gorgeous sweetie." He holds my hands in his left as the right caresses my breasts. I try to pull away, but he's too strong. How did I get so weak? "Want to see what you look like now princess?" He pulls out a hand mirror and shows me. OMG! I... I... I look like the waitress from the restaurant. H... h... how? I try to get off the bed, he laughs at my feeble attempt, then simply lifts me up like a limp doll, sits on the bed, and puts me over his lap. How is he that strong, how small am I? Whack, Whack, Whack! He shocks me by spanking my newly rounded ass. I squirm harder. He spanks me harder. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK! I scream, stiffen, and then cry; bawling my eyes out and collapse on his lap. That hurt! OMG. He caresses my ass and back. "First lesson babe. You are mine; your prior life is forever gone. You are 5'5" and 125 lbs. with beautiful and perky breasts; you are my dream woman. I own you, just like in the game. There is no record of you anywhere. No birth certificate, no official records that show that you even exist. You fucked with me, now I get to fuck you, anytime I want. Stop squirming and let me tell you what your future entails," I try to get off suddenly. He pulls me back hard to his stomach then WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He spanks me harder and reddens my ass. "OWWWW. I'll stop I'll STOP, stop please!" I cry harder. I collapse and submit; lying in his lap as I acknowledge his dominance. He pets my head and back slowly and softly. "Much better," he softly says. "You are mine princess, you need to accept that. The life you had is now over and you will never go back. You will always refer to me as Daddy unless you are being punished, then only as Master or Sir. Failures will double your punishment. Do you understand?!" I begin to cry harder at the realization. "Y...y... yes...daddy," I sob out. "I...I.. I.. am yours." I sob harder, knowing the hard truth. The game has become real for me, forever. He lifts me up. "Kneel," he softly commands. I kneel before him, defeated. "Yes, YES!" he says as he pets my head. "You are beginning to realize the truth. Continue to kneel before me as I rake in your beauty." I cross my hands in front of me and look down as I feel daddy's eyes slowly looking me over. "No!" he cuffs my head lightly with his hand. "Present yourself. Kneel wide, arms on thighs with the palms facing up. Always look at daddy's crotch," he commanded. "My word is law. Any deviation will be punished appropriately." I adjust my position to match his request. I breathe heavily, my breasts heaving in and out on each intake of air. He leans forward to caress my breasts. "Very nice. You are perfect for daddy," he says. He leans back in his chair. "Let him out." I know what that means so I unzip his fly and unbutton his pants. I pull his underpants down and his cock pops out. I lift up and lean forward to kiss his cock as he wants. I close my eyes and take him in my mouth. I feel him swell. I begin sucking on his cock slowly softly, and with rhythm. Over 10 minutes of sucking his cock, I hear daddy moan and explode into my mouth. I have never tasted cum before even though I sucked cocks many times in SL. It is somewhat distasteful, extremely salty and bitter. I dare not spit it out or he would spank me again so I grimace and swallow it. "That's my girl," he says, "Though you did make a face when you did. You will learn to love your daddy's cum. It will be the primary method you get your protein." He laughs softly then his voice hardens. "Present!" I comply and lay my hands on my thighs, with my palms facing toward daddy. "Nice, the imprinting is starting to take effect. Why don't we accelerate it?" He places a hand inside a pocket of his jacket and pulls out a collar. The collar is very intricate, looks expensive and has the words 'Daddy's Girl' scripted in jade. The collar has a lock and key. He unlocks and opens up the collar. "I am giving you the first of many presents from your daddy. I AM your Daddy now. This collar is a visible symbol of my ownership. In addition, it's connected to my phone. So if you even dare to rebel and run too far from me, you can be tracked and/or shocked." He leans forward and clips the collar around my neck. The lock is slid into the loop and clicked, locking it on me. He clips a 6' leash on the collar. "On your hands and knees cunt." I comply, knowing I am defeated. "Follow your daddy," he says and I follow him slowly. "Cunt, you are you always be on the left!" as he tugs on the leash. He walks me around the house like a dog for 20 minutes. Finally, he leads me to a cage. "Present" he commands and I kneel as I was trained. "Well done slut, now open your mouth wide" he commands again. I open my mouth. I see daddy pull out a ball gag from the shelf near the cage and pop it into my mouth. I try to push it out with my tongue and get my face slapped. "Enough bitch!" He pushes it back in, places the straps around my head and locks it on. "Get in slut." I crawl slowly into the cage, knowing defeat. My leash unclipped from daddy and fed through the bars of the cage. He closes the cage and locks it. I sigh; I am even caged like an animal now. "Second lesson, you will be locked in your cage each night until I think you have learned you are mine forever. Tonight, Daddy needs to return to work so this will be your home for the next 12 hours," he states in a matter of fact manner. "You will learn to hold yourself. If I see anything other then a dry cage, you will be severely punished." "Yes... d... d... daddy." I say. He covers the cage with a heavy cloth curtain, obscuring my view of the room. "Oh, by the way slut. You are in my house. Until I deem necessary, no one will know you're here," I hear him walk out of the room and close the door. I curl up into the small cage and moan. "Silence bitch!" I hear. I stifle quickly. Over the next 2-3 months, I really don't know the time anymore as Daddy trained me to be the perfect slave. I keep his house clean; I feed him and service him to his liking. I am at his beck and call. We shop together and he chooses the clothing I wear. I do not own any pants other than workout wear. Only dresses for me. At every little mistake, he seemed to lock me into the hated cage. I worked hard to please him so I could avoid it. My conditioning from the transition has made me more dependent and caring of my daddy. My Second Life fantasy has become my real life. I learned to love my daddy and what he did to me. Chapter 7- The Ceremony Master slowly walks around me, looking me over appraisingly. His fingers lightly tickle my breasts then he pinches my nipple hard. I jump and squirm, can move little though. I scream in my gag, which muffles the sound well. Only he can hear me in the grove. He slaps my breasts, seeing them redden with each slap. Then his hands roam down, rubs my pussy softly, and then he stands in front of me. "I am going to bite you now, once on each breast. These bites will bleed and the bite itself will leave a permanent mark. Being daddy's eye candy, I choose to bite under the breast, 2 inches below the nipple so most clothing will cover it. I will flatten then pinch each breast as I maneuver into position for the bite." He opens his mouth and points to his teeth. "I have been blessed with long canines similar to a vampire. This is why I rarely show my teeth when I smile. You will be experiencing a true vampire bite on each breast. I do not need your blood to live though and this is not part of the bonding. That requires both of us to enter into it voluntarily. I do this as a permanent reminder of who owns you now. Then I will fuck you under the stars before the short ceremony." He takes both hands, lifts up and pushes back the left breast. He licks the breast, kisses it, and then pinches a fold of skin so a ribbon of flesh is exposed. He opens his mouth and slowly presses his teeth into me. I gasp into the gag as the teeth cut into my skin and two small wounds leak out blood. He grinds his teeth into my breast to open the wound and tear it more. He releases the breast and I feel small drips of blood hit my stomach. He repeats that on my right breast. I scream into my gag. He releases my breast, caresses them softly, flicking the nipples, then takes a soft antiseptic wipe to the wounds. He places bandages on them to stop the bleeding. "You have now been marked as mine. Tomorrow we're getting a tramp stamp on you. A nicely scrolled Daddy's Girl with roses and stems surrounding the words. It will look beautiful on you. Can you guess who's doing it?" he smiles, "Yep, another brother who I saved in the military. Those bites however are my unique brand," he walks back and picks the other rope and levels the X-cross. He drops his pants and positions himself between my legs. He takes his hands and rubs my clit slowly. "My pet is very wet. You liked daddy's branding didn't you," as he sticks his fingers deep into my pussy. "UUUPPPMMM" escapes my mouth through the gag; the pain from the bites diminishing to the pleasure daddy is giving. I grind my hips on his fingers. Daddy (I can call him daddy again!) guides his cock into my pussy. He slowly slides into my wet pussy and he slowly begins to rock back and forth, driving deeper into me on each stroke. The cross begins rocking on his strokes. I feel daddy's cock hitting my womb. I can do nothing but enjoy the sensation. The bindings prevent movement though daddy can see I am enjoying his cock. I stiffen and my pussy tightens on his throbbing cock as an orgasm rolls through my body. My moans still stifled by the gag. He moans as he feels my pussy grip his cock. His cock throbs and pulses and he then thrusts hard and deep into me. He suddenly lets go and releases his white gift. Daddy stays in me for several minutes as his cock slowly softens and soon he slides out. The explosion inside of me is massive; his cum starts leaking out and drips on the ground. Daddy puts the dildo back in me, and locks it to the harness. He walks around me, grabbing the ropes and adjusting the X-cross higher on the leg side and lower on the head end, enough so my head is eye level to his cock. He unhooks my gag as I moan, then stuffs his cock into my mouth "Clean!" he commands as he works my breasts and nibbles on my thighs. I lick and suck his cock as best I can to suck off the juices off his cock. He slowly pulls it out and as the head leaves, I kiss it on the head, hoping it was cleaned well. "Well done pet. My princess is ready. Now, I need to reinstall the gag," as he pushes it back into my mouth. "We will begin." He lowers the cross and unties me from it. He picks up the loosened leash and helps me up, then motions me to a log next to the fire. "Sit on the log, one leg on each side." I do as commanded; he sits and faces me in the same manner. "Sweetie," he starts as he pull out a sharp looking hunter knife, "The blood bond is simple. We will each be cut in the palm and then we will press our hands hard together, letting our blood mingle as one. After my chant, we are bonded forever. As this must be a voluntary act, I will now remove all the bondage equipment you wear other than the gag. I will remove the lock from the gag however." He walks behind me, lifts my hair, and removes the collar, then unlocks the gag. He motions me to stand and he unlocks and removes the dildo and butt plug. He puts everything into the bag. He motions me to sit and I comply. "I will leave the gag in your mouth as this will be a painful cut, the neighbors need not know. It needs to be deep enough to make a lasting scar. In the palm, over time it will fade and become indistinguishable from the other creases. Now are you willing? I must see you agree in some manner before I start." I stare into his eyes for what seems like ages though it's just seconds. I lean forward and hug him hard, sit back and nod as well as giving him thumbs up. I open my right hand and offer it to daddy. He takes my hand in his left and holds it firmly, then takes the knife and quickly slashes 1/2 inch wound in my hand. I gasp into the gag when he does, wince, tears form in my eyes, but I bravely hold position. He releases my hand, switches the knife to his left and repeats the wound on his right hand. He drops the knife when he sees the blood flowing and clasps my right into his. His left hand covers our hands in a tight grip and I place my left hand on top of his. He begins in a low, yet strong voice, enough for the forest to hear and looks up high in the sky. "To the night sky and the creatures that fly there. To the beasts on earth's ground and forests. To all the gods that inhabit the underworld and heavens, we have bonded in blood here tonight. What has been joined together will never be apart. We entered into this of our own free will. Our blood now flows in each of us so neither can live without the other. She is mine and I am hers. We are one forever." Daddy pulls me to him and hugs me hard, and then he kisses my cheeks lovingly. "Oh sweetie, I have wanted this for such a long time. I have finally found my blood mate. I am so proud of you," he whispers through the kisses. "Now, before I remove your gag, I need to clean and bandage your wound." He picks up a kit from the bag and cleans ours wound with an antiseptic, then bandages it. He is quick and efficient with it, his army training taking over. After both hands are bandaged, he removes the gag and drops it in the bag. I quickly lean forward and hug daddy. "I am glad we are one. I want to please and serve you always daddy. You are who I love." He hugs me close. "Yes baby, I love you too. Tonight, you will be free completely to share my, rather our bed now. I will clean this up tomorrow." He douses the fire with a bucket of water, and then places his arm around me; his warmth soothing me. I cuddle close to him as we walk toward the house. We walk in; not as master/slave but as a couple. He gently guides me to the bed; pulls the covers down and then holds my hand as I climb in. He follows. We face each other and daddy speaks. "Tomorrow night Carl and Mitch will be stopping over. Mitch will be bringing identification for you, compliments from friends in the CIA. We will be thanking them for what they have done for us. You will serve them as you do me, do you understand?" I nod, "Yes daddy. I do wish to thank them for helping me become the person I am meant to be. I love you daddy." I lean forward to kiss him deeply. "You have pleased daddy greatly. Soon we will head to the courthouse and make our union official to the state." "Yes daddy, I want that," I coo and pause for a moment. "Daddy?" "Yes princess?" "After my tattoo is finished can we also stop at a pharmacy before coming home?" as I snuggle next to daddy and feel him spoon me, wrapping his arms around me with his hands on my breasts. He kisses my neck. "We can, need something?" "Yes daddy, a pregnancy test, I have missed my period." He hugs me closer, kisses my neck again. "Wonderful news, of course we can." I squirm in delight and cuddle tighter. My eyes close, a nice peaceful rest ahead. Maybe, just maybe, I am done with the cage. The End