GROWING UP LIBERTINE

BY DERKOJOTE

[ part 3 ]

This is still intended as a work of fiction only. No puppies or kitties where harmed (to badly) in its making. Any names, pleases, or events that may seem familiar to you are purely figments of my imagination (as are you). This is not intended to be used to teach, or to inspire (at least not in ways that will mama or kill). Just read and enjoy.

Within a few weeks of my eighth birthday some things happened that would have continuing repercussions on me even to this day. First Papa decided he was going to pull Rosa from school, and told her she was to be married soon, and that her efforts now should be set to being the best Mistress and breeder she could be. He said while her efforts in school where good she was just not smart enough to continue. While this sounds harsh to some, remember we are use to be talked to in that way. Mincing words is not some thing any Men do here. It is simpler to be direct and up front. He'd seen the look of shock and dismay and continued saying he knew from her love of physical pain and pleasures, and how she so quickly took to teaching me and Brigit how to behave, that she was going to be a wonderful Mistress some day, and would give her Master a good healthy and well mannered stable. She enjoyed hearing that she had a suitor already, and nearly cried as she realized Papa thought she was going to be a good Mistress. That is, to a Libertine Female, the best complement we can be given. This meant Papa likely had a Master who wanted Rosa and she would be going to him soon, but till then she would likely be home more often to help Mama and me with chores.

The second thing to so seriously change my life was Papa finely got our family a dog to watch the chickens, and goats as they roamed out back, to act as a guard dog for them and his property too (including his family). The boys where excited about this but I noted a brief shadow of, perhaps sadness pass over Mamma's face, us girls just shrugged, no big deal to us just another chore to do. The Dog was a big boy he had short gray and black fur and stood nearly as tall as I was, just up to my nose as I remember. He was the type our families have raised as guard dogs for hundreds of years, an offshoot of the regale Irish wolfhound-Mastiff. They are never fixed unless it needs to be for health reasons since we breed them, and use them for some forms of, punishment. But if they are fixed they become too docile for our uses. This dog was huge to me and scary to. He was bred to be aggressive toward any one not of our family and if you where a Female watch out he was also a horny pup and vary forward about advancing his goal of breading as fast as he could and with as many females of breed let alone desire. This would become a major problem later for us, and me in particular.

Next came the revelation that Papa had been sterile for about 9 years, A fact leaked out one night at dinner by his brother, My uncle Van, who I dearly adored and still do. (I had such a crush one him as a girl, difference is I did not have to pine away and suffer as most girls.) Any way when we first found out I had no idea what the big deal was, of course I had understood only about half of the conversation. The pensive looks from Jonathan and Rosa towards me and my younger siblings had me convinced I was missing something though, and I puzzled it out to a logical conclusion, but it took a bit as I was young and not inclined to really think much about any thing but the here and now. I was distracted by something or other and forgot.

A few days later it hit me, and this is where we will begin. I was home with a cold from school Alone with Mama since Rosa was not yet pulled from school. It was morning still. Every one had just left for work and school just a bit before. I was laying in the living room raped in a big blanket dosing when the revelation came from nowhere. If Papa was not able to have kids for that long then who made me? I jumped up, my heart raced and my throat constricted making berthing hard, as I thought this through. Finley I got up and walked about by the kitchen, dressed in my robe I paced about fiddling with the belt, fighting the urge to ask Mama and wondering how to approach her if I did. I had no idea what to say, or how to say it. Also I was scared of the answer I suppose, Perhaps a little worried about how mamma would react to my asking.

Mama was baking in the kitchen, and was ever mindful of where her children where, and what we where doing. She interrupted my musing and ended my internal debate about whether to talk to her. “Fluffer I want you in posture rite now”. I went to the doorway and dropped in to posture so fast that I hurt my knee nearly yelling but was able to stifle it. Ok, I thought, now it was not should I ask but rather how I should ask. She did not even look toward me that I seen, but she grind and nodded her approval. “Good fluffer, I seen you pacing and fretting about something, I suspect you have something you want to ask me but your annoying me, so there you will wait till I’m ready to address you”. I knew I was not in trouble, he voice was sot and held no tone other then normal, but I had her attention now I thought, but now what should I do? Now I got nervous, She would ask me but what was troubling me, what should I say? I waited still thinking about How to ask. For now Mamma would make me speak my thoughts, so I had to be ready.

Finally Mamma called me in to the kitchen. As I was learning I knew not to stand up fully just yet so in a crouch and with my eyes averted I walked in and then went back in to posture before her still not speaking. She was seated at the kitchen table drinking her coffee and making dough for bred. She looked briefly at me before returning to her work, then after a moment she told me I could speak. I had decided on the strait approach so I asked Mamma straight out who had made her pregnant with me. She stopped needing the dough, looked at me briefly considering her words then wiping her hands and turned to face me. When she spoke her words where soft and loving as normal so I knew I was not in trouble, but the look she had sed I was close, “Your Papa is your owner my little fluffer he is your Papa”. “But uncle Van and papa seed he was not able to have kids when I would have bin made” I demanded. Mamma then had me stand up and sat me down on her lap.

I got comfy and she made sure my robe was still covering me from up and then gave me a small piece of doe to nibble. As I did she asked me “Who owns you my pet? I said Papa, she nodded yes, He owns me as well my pet even though I am Mistress of this house it is his house and I am Mistress by his consent and I do nothing with out his consent including having babies, So, I ask you now who allowed me to have you? I said almost in a question, Papa? Yes my little Fluffier and so what does it matter who fucked me to make you? I thought about it then shook my head more in question then as an answer I wanted an answer not a question. She was not satisfied with that though. She asked me again this time her tone was sterner though. I looked down at the floor because I still wanted to know the answer but was not sure how to respond to get her to tell me. She took my chin and made me look up at her. I could tell she was now a little mad though, not because it showed on her face, Rather the total lack of emotion was the sign I'd gone to far, and tears began to well in my eyes as she held my chin harder to keep me from looking away. She knew I understood then that I had overstepped my bounds and that I was going to punished.

She nodded and stroked my heir, saying “I am going to punish you for not answering me my pet, Don’t bother crying about that, it will happen no way out of that now, cry about how your Master is going to take hearing how you are behaving, cry for how you are questioning his and my integrity, that is worth crying about, but now I asked you something fully intending you to answer me; you do not get to choose whether or not to answer me, only whether your punishment will be more harsh. Now I began crying openly. I was so hurt that I'd disappointed her, and frustrated that she would not answer my question. She continued as I sobbed, and looked up at her. Listen to me fluffer the punishment for answering me, and me not liking what you have to say is far better then not answering me at all. Now this is the last time I will ask, and you will answer me truthfully, and avoid the harsher punishment.

Papa is going to whip you tonight, we will see how many lashes you get according to how fast you answer me this time, but now you will answer me or I will take you down to the basement now, and hang you by your sweet little nipples till your Master comes home. She pinched one of my nipples hard and twisted for emphasis as she spoke, and it hurt but it did succeed in bringing me back to my senses. I knew I was now hovering between punishment, and something much worse, possibly even being gagged for a time, along with being wiped. That was not good, Id seen other girls, and even boys at the market or other places in town with gages, and it looked so humiliating. They seemed so uncomfortable and every one looked at them. They knew it to, they knew that every one was thinking, that one was bad and is being punished. I shuddered just thinking about the shame Id feel.

Now it must be said that during this whole exchange she never talked to me in anything other then a nurturing, and motherly tone of voice. Her voice never held a tone of anger or scorn in it, and while I was scared of the pain I knew I was going to get, and shamed in knowing that my siblings would be watching as I was flogged, and because they would be told what I had done, I never felt threatened by my mother, It is not our ways to punish with out at the same time being given loving. The child fallowing there Master or Mistress with the gag in there mouth earned it to be sure, but they are praised and even given treats for accepting there punishments.

My mind was racing, I had disappointed her and I wanted dearly to fix it, but I also wanted to make her tell me, but to do so and not hurt her or Papa, or get any worse punishment then I knew I was in for already was not something I knew how to or if I could ever accomplish. So now it was just a matter of making amends for my behavior and hoping that Papa would see fit to tell me some day, but how could I best apologize to Mama and make answer her question. Then I remembered the talk I’d had with Rosa about thanking my Master and Mistress, and proper punishment postures and all the things Id learned since Id bin made a fluffer. I thought I had disappointed her and thought that now was the time to use this new knowledge. I was determined to regain some of my Master and Mistress’s pride in me. Of course I'd not actually disappointed them at all but as a child I did not know this. Mama knew full well I wanted to know and had not meant to be rude, but she also wanted to remind me of my place, and so she waited for me to answer.

So I worked up my strength and willed myself to act. I took a deep breath tired to gain control of my emotions, then to my Mistress’s surprise, I dropped from her lap I pulled off my robe so I was properly naked again then I went down in to a submissive posture, My body bent double, my arms behind my back so I could grab my elbows, Knees bent but not fully, my legs spread wide so my ass and my pussy where up and accessible for punishment, and my forehead was touching the floor near her feet. Once in posture properly I said ”Forgive me Mistress, I was wrong, I thought of myself, not you or Master, you will tell me what you think I need to know, and in your own time. My answer to your question is, it makes no difference who gave you the seed to make me unless Master thinks it matters. I am His, and yours and that is all that needs to matter to me. This fluffer forgot her place Mistress and awaits punishment.”

I remained in posture for I do not know how long, I began to wonder if she had forgot I was there, or had left the room, then feared I had not answered good enough and she was down preparing the ropes to suspend me with. I chanced a peek and could see one of her feet so I continued to stay in still, knowing I was forbidden to move or speak till she told me to. Finally after what seemed nearly an hour she spoke. Her voice sounded oddly strained as she said, “ Stand up my fluffer and look at me.” I did as I was told, and as I did I finally seen the look of pride and compassion on her face as a tear rolled down her cheek. She reached out and drew me to her and sat me on her lap, she stroked my cheek and spoke softly. “Oh my little pet, you are growing in to such a fine Libertine, and I am so proud of you. Did Rosa teach you that?" I nodded kissing her fingers as they brushed my lips. “You did that vary well and I will make sure Master knows what a good job you did, and how happy you made me. He will be proud of his little fluffer and may go easier on you, although that is for him to decide. For my part you will not be punished by me, I am satisfied you understand and I’m sure you will not let this happen again. I nodded and kissed her hand. She looked at me a bit then added. “Papa will punish you though, tonight I’m sure but not to worry it will be ok he will make it enjoyable and something to remember so you will not repeat this behavior. For now though lets have some ice cream and lots of water so your body will be ready for its Masters attentions.

I sat on her lap, still naked but warm in her embrace. We where sharing a spoon, she was feeding us both, I was scared of what was coming that night, and she could tell. She finely spoke, her tone soothing and soft now. "Now as to your question, yes Master would tell you if he thought you had to know, but I will approach him on this subject for you. He may not think you need to know but he may tell you if he chooses to.” I nodded. She cuddled me for a little while kissing my cheek and neck, and stroking my hair while we finished our treat and drank our water. After that she took me to do chores. We spent the rest of the day working in the house. She was adamant about me drinking water through out the time we where busy doing chores, I now know this is to prevent muscle cramps during bondage. By noon she had me laying down again, on the couch in the living room and she rubbed me down with some sweet smelling liniment she sed would help my skin while I was being punished. I napped the rest of that afternoon, rapped in a blanket with my head on her lap as she read a book. She caressed my head sometimes I'd wake up to her smiling down on me and I'd fade off to sleep again. We sat there for about four hoers before she got me up and shoed me off to finish chores. By then the liniment was in full effect, I felt a bit giddy and my skin was so alive even the slightest brush of my robes against my butt and thighs was intensified and tingled. I had trouble concentrating on my chores but Mama helped and made sure I did not miss any thing.

When my sisters came home from school Mama told them to go bath and rub each other down with the liniment, saying that we would be doing a session to night and likely they would be used for some of it. They went up and got ready, then began doing homework and chores as directed by Mama. I was left alone in the living room to nap, the powerful liniment relaxing me and making me a bit groggy but dulling a lot of the fear about the night’s events. The liniment I now know is a mixture of cinnamon, Vodka and mentholatum, with some other things that help strengthen the skins and make the nerves more active. So for most of the afternoon I was effectively drunk. Mama knew that if I was left to ponder my coming fate my muscles would note up no mater what she did so this way I was relaxed and it was good for killing the cold I had to.

That night when the boys where in the outer foyer getting naked, me and my sisters gathered and got in to posture at the front door, remembering that I was in trouble I assumed the proper submission posture, to my Mistresses delight as she did not even need to remind me. I could, since my sisters looking over at me and knew, they wondered if perhaps I was using the wrong posture, but then since Mistress did not correct me they got into posture and wondered what I'd done, and how much trouble I was in. All those flashed across their faces in an instant. Mamma reminded them to face forward and straighten up with a small nod and clap of hands. For my part I felt all worm and fuzzy, even knowing Papa was going to punish me I was ok if a bit light headed and giddy still.

When Papa came in a moment later, he smiled at Mama opening his arms to her but stopped in mid-stride, looking down on me for a second. Seeing me he looked to Mistress, I know that she nodded a silent affirmation that I was in trouble. Papa then kissed her, then moved to let my brothers in through the door with the boys coming just behind, the three where already all naked, having as usual, undressed in the outer foyer. All three of them, having been working on the boat smelled sweaty, and of diesel, and paint fumes. I could smell them but not see them. I knew they all stood for a second looking at me. You could feel the curiosity building, as everyone wanted to here what was going on and it made my shame grow till my cheeks glowed and burned in imbursement. After a silent moment Alex, and Nicolas came forward to be serviced, Alex going to Rosa, and Nicolas wanting to come to me, but having to step around to Brigit. Jonathan, seeing Mamma getting ready to receive him, shook his head and thanked her saying,” Thank you mistress, but Papa needs it more then I do just now. Look at his erect penis, and I want a shower. May I have the fluffier to bathe me? Mamma said yes and went down on Papa as Jonathan took my arm lifting me to my feet and guiding me up to the bathroom to prep his bath.

I ran the water, hot, just as he likes it, way hotter then I am use to, then wanted till he climbed in after which I moved to climb in behind him. It burned me but I sat behind him and bit my tongue to keep from squealing only a gasp and slight yelp escaping my lips due mostly because of the effects of the liniment. As I began to soap his back, he asked me, “What did you do?" I kissed his shoulder running my hands along his mid back trying to work out the tension as I'd been shown to, and work up a good lather to clean him. I thought about my answer for a moment but chose to be direct saying, “I asked Mistress who got her pregnant with me.” As I scrubbed his back I could tell he was seriously thinking about something, and I was learning that this was a good time for a women to remain silent, to let a man think. So I continued to scrub him. Playfully kissing his neck once or twice in affection.

He finely sighed and nodded then sat back wrapping my little arms around his shoulders for a moment then reconsidered this. He had me move around to his front, and then kissing my hands he told me to rub his dick a bit. As I was doing this he said,” I was wondering when you would ask, I figured you would peace it together sooner or later, after Uncle Van said what he did, I knew it would be sooner rather then later. Papa would have told you before if he thought you had any need to know. He leaned back as his cock got hard in my hand and kissed my cheek. I rubbed his balls softly, massaging them; I enjoyed how I could get a man hard. I was happy I could make them feel good. I had the head out of the water and seen a pearl of pre-cum appear on the tip, I bent to it licking it off with my tongue. He sighed with pleasure, gently caressing my back. Good fluffer, you are learning well and I’m sure Papa will not be too harsh. You deserve to be wiped though, that is for sure. You need to learn you place is to serve and please not to question or make demands. I nodded as I licked and sucked the head of his now fully erect and throbbing dick.

I may have to ask for permission to have you finish pleasuring me sweetie you are getting good at this and I may cum soon. I giggled at the comment and thanked him by kissing his nipples and chest. He lifted my chin up and kissed me on the lips and smiled, looking at me sort of oddly, and then shaking his head he kissed me again and had me get back to bathing him. Looking back on it I think he was about to tell something he'd have regretted, instead he told me that he was going to be married soon, that he had found a bitch he liked, and was waiting to hear if her Master was willing to give her to him or what he wanted for her. I asked if I knew her and he told me who it was. I did know her, and thought she was pretty, tall with dark hair, brown eyes long legs and a nice body. She was about Rosa’s age and lived near the docks where Papa’s boat normally moored. I'd seen her and Rosa talking a lot and knew they where friends. Jonathan said that is how he’d met her the first time. Her Master had come to help Papa move some lumber off of the boat. The girls walking back from school when he first seen them, they stopped by the boat to drop off the men’s lunches, I'd been watching them, she is so nice looking. I could tell by how his dick jumped he wanted her badly. He said her Master had called them over, and then had introduced them. Papa liked her, he sed she would make good grand kids. So when Jonathan had asked Papa he sed he would be happy to set things up. Papa did to, but we did not know how far it had gone till later.

That night was good, and bad. Master took us all down to the dungeon and strapped me on the saddle, (this is a table made out of a hard plastic or fiberglass, its shape is vary similar to a saddle and can be bent using a hand crank that pulls the surfaces down on either side, it can be flat or bent to nearly a point. It has a hole at both ends positioned for the face on one end, and access to the genitals of the slave on the other. It also has places for ropes to be tied and used to stretch out the slave in many positions) Papa then hog-tied me, tying my arms back so I was holding my elbows. My elbows had rope going to about my shoulders along the saddle to pulleys then the rope went to other pulleys above the table then down and attached to my hear by clamps and tying my hair around a wet towel, the effect was to pulling my back up a bit and making it vary unpleasant to move a lot. My legs where bent and tied spread wide, with rope tying my ankles to my upper thighs, and mid they to my calf, holding them bent. Then a nether set of rope going from my knees to be tied off thus holding me firm. I was totally unable to move and being my first time it was a scary feeling.

He told my brothers and sisters what I had asked Mamma, and that I had refused to answer a direct question, making a decision that showed willful disobedience. I showed falls vanity in thinking I should be told anything my Master did not chose to tell me. These where serious and I would be punished for each separately. Thirty lashes for each and I had to keep track. I would have to shout out with each hit the number, thank him for the correction and the offense it was being given for. So it would go “One Master thank you, I was willful, two Master thank you I was willful, three Master thank you I was willful” ext, ext, till thirty then he would start over for vanity and I would have to do the same. I got about one hundred lashings that night, losing track twice at the beginning due to my fear and the shock of the hits. All in all I survived and had some welts and bruising on my butt and thighs that lasted for about a week.

Now I will give you insight in to the difference between being wiped as most people think of it and how we do it, Between nearly every lashing Papa would caress me with either a feather or some other soft object that would cause pleasure, and would speak to me words of encouragement and love. I would be as stimulated by good pleasuring feelings as I was with pain full ones. When he was finished the marks where not just random bruising but they showed a beautiful flower with peddles and leaves the opened petals being on my butt and the stem and leaves going down my upper legs and thighs. It was actually beautiful to look at. Masters and Mistresses practice and train a lot to get this good, and I will go in to one of my families training sessions later. But suffice it to say as a Libertine you learn to not necessarily like the punishment but the pleasure and the things you learn make it way more acceptable. Some times a salve will actually be aloud to achieve orgasm during punishment.

When he finished with me the training began. Master left me tied up as he explained how, and why he had tied me up the way he did. Letting the rest try it, and showing them other ways to do it. They all practiced the different forms of tying people up, even Mama showed them all how to apply rope to a boys genitals to make him stand up or, to keep him in one place. My sisters all ended up in bondage for some time, Brigit even being suspended completely off the ground upside down with her pussy clamped open. Rosa having her body held up by her tiptoes, and her breasts small clips with little waits on them being attached to her nipples and pussy lips. Her breasts turned purple and when she was released she nearly screamed as the blood came back and the pain hit her, then Mama removed the clips and she did yell, she was then wiped for loosing control, but only got ten swats with the big flogger, this hurts a little but is more loud then painful. After about four hours Master finally had Mistress untie me. She took me to the big fluffy couch and me and my sisters cuddled for a bit under a big fuzzy blanket till I was feeing ok again. (The strain on the slaves during bondage is considerable, and always after it whether for punishment or play a slave is allowed time to rest, be rubbed down, and cuddled till they are rested to prevent any system shock). Once I could move she ok again Mama wisped to me to go and talk to Papa.

I Got up vary wobbly and made my way to him, then went in to the proper submissive position before him, with my face to the floor, then between shuddering sobs I was able to say, “Thank you Master for correcting me and I will not make that mistake again.” I was told to keep it short, I was bas, why and I would not repeat it, short and simple. He sat back in his chair and nodded to Mama agreeing with her that I was learning well. Master then stood up and stepped forward, his feet where on either side of my head, and just looked down on me for a second, (Rosa and Brigit told me later that he smiled as proud as they'd seen him a in long while). He then asked me, “And what did you do fluffer to need to be corrected?"

I shook for a moment, I didn’t remember. My mined was all a jumble and I was so afraid of disappointing them again, I knew Papa would not use the lash again but I could end up with other punishments. But it was simply not pleasing them that was making me fret, I could not center my thoughts, I was a not child any more I would not act like one, but I just could not think of what Papa wanted me to say. Then just as I was about to lose my self control and begin crying, it came to me, how and what I needed to say. I took a deep breath and hoping I was not making thing worse I spoke what I thought was the answer he wanted.

“This fluffer thanks her Master for his punishment and instruction on her faults, she was vain and willfully disobedient Master, thinking only of her self, and in doing so she has insulted Mistress with her attitude, and brought shame on Master and His Mistresses family with her improper, and selfish behavior. I should not worry about myself, or think to question what I am told by Master or Mistress. Vanity is falls pride, I should have no more pride then what you have in me. I should not need to know more then what you decide is necessary or fitting. This fluffer will not make these mistakes again Master.

Master looked at me for a bit. Letting me sit and stew over my answer to see if I trusted it, or if I was guessing and would add on more to try to fix any preserved mistake. I remained silent though knowing Papa would have had me bent over for further wiping by then if I had answered wrong. Finley he spoke, his voice now addressing me more as his little girl not his disobedient slave.” You may stand up now fluffer and come to me.” As I stood he went back to his chair and sat down, He spread his legs and had me kneel before him. I knew what he wanted but after I knelt I didn’t move till he spoke. Kneeling hurt a bit but some of the pain was centered in such a way as to stimulate me around my pussy, mixing pain in to pleasure and making it hard to sit still. He knew this, and watched me a moment enjoying the mix of pain and pleasure flashing across my face.

“You may pleasure me now Fluffier, but you may not bring me off. I will take Brigit to my bed this evening, and we will teach you how to fluff for a couple, since you will need to be ready for your older brother's coming marriage. He smiled up at Jonathan. “Andréa (the Papa of the bitch Papa got for Jonathan), sent the bitch over while you where bathing, with the word that she would be yours upon giving him payment in amount of her age, times 5, in weight of meat. I have that beef in the cold storage and its enough so, I gave the bitch the keys to it, and told her to have your new belongings moved in by no later then next week. You will work it off my son make no mistake but she is now yours and we have a new bitch to make room for.” (This would not come to pass for about a nether year though due to the unforeseen arrival of my little sister and brother).

Jonathan let out quite the holler and swooped Mama up clean off the floor swinging her around. She yelped in surprise then laughed then kissed him. I was suckling Papa's dick by then and rubbing his balls, diligent in my efforts to get him hard so Brigit could slide on easer, and as he finished telling the good news he pushed my head down till I gagged, my eyes bulging and was struggling to breath. I looked up at him as tears welled up in my eyes blurring his image. I could see though as He looked happily down at me telling me You need to work on your gag reflex fluffer perhaps a long mouth plug to tickle your thought for a day. Then he released my head and as I pulled back a bit, he motioned for Brigit to come over. As he wrapped his big arm around her he told Mamma to sleep with Jonathan, and told Rosa she would sleep with Alex and Nicolas.

As he was stroking my heir and cheek he added to Alexander and Nicolas, Don’t you go cumming in her cunt you may use all her other holes and cum all you want tonight, but her pussy is going to another man soon. Nicolas said ok, but seemed to hesitate, he enjoyed using the butt more any way and seemed to not pay much mined to a girl’s cunt, or girls in general for that matter, well accept me. Alexander though, ever the horny one was pulling Rose up the stairs saying, “ok Papa”, over his shoulder, heading off with Rosa in toe. Mamma and Jonathan had begun kissing and soon he was filling her cunt up against the wall, not even making up the stairs. Then as Papa began to rub Brigit’s pussy and stroke my hair I was reminded about the flogging I'd ben given as my sore ass was slapped by Papa to get my attention back to him, so turning back I continued to suck his dick.

Soon he had Brigit wet and moaning, She was now stroking my head coaching me on the job I was doing and slapping my butt playfully between sighs and shudders. Papa then told me to help her on to his cock. So stopping my attentions to Papa I turned, and guided her around Papa’s knee and bent over so I was on all fours that would let her stand on me to get her pussy up over his cock head. As soon as she was up enough to position papa's dick I lowered my self and she fit it in a little. I moved back and went out to kneel before Papa. I could see her hole stretch as she settled down on it. She slowly lifted her legs and Papa raped his hands around her hips and pushed her down to help it slip in. My sister gasped as the head popped through the opening a bit to fast for her. In her surprise and with the sudden wave of pleasure she lost her ability to stand, her legs buckled as she slid down the length of Papa’s cock and I heard her gasp as it hit the cervix. She clinched her nails into Papa’s legs as he pushed the head up to get in to her womb making her squeal in pain. He looked so huge inside her, and as he finally got the tip in to her womb Brigit began moaning and squirming in a mix of Pain and pleasure. He had me start licking her clit, and told her to talk me through what she needed to cum. She tried to thank him as he began bouncing his big cock in and out of her pussy, but between the pleasure and pain and her panting she was only able to manage a week corking moan. I moved in closer smelling the sex and for the first time that night I felt the weird tingling in my lower belly. Oh, I was so excited I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. I'd get to help bring my sister off and my Papa to. I loved them both so much and was now able to pleasure them both.

Now while I was not yet able to produce fluids from my cunt my virginal lips had begun to react to stimulations, opening up more and more each passing week till they could finely, as they where now, open up fully and pink with excitement. Mamma had begun checking my pussy every morning for the first secretions she knew where not far off, (this was done by, as you may guess giving the clit a good pinch and some rubbing and is done only by the Mistress in the morning before the soon to be bitch is allowed to dress for the day). I was so happy that soon I'd be considered a bitch. Able to finely give the best pleasure I was able too, to Papa, My virginity. Well that was unless he would give it to some one else as a favor or for some dept owed. Perhaps Uncle Van, That thought always made me get Goosebumps.

Any way as I was saying, I began to feel vary odd down there not wet just a lot of tingles and my pussy lips opened up. Mamma seen it and made a comment as she was bouncing off the wall to Jonathan. He must have looked and said it was lovely to look at, extra inspiration for his efforts. They laughed as they neared climax. I wanted dearly to see it but could not without a mirror, but Papa had me turn so he could see, and whistled at it, then said that I was not fare off from being right where Brigit was. She just nodded her head breathing to hard to comment.

Papa then had me return to my efforts on Brigit’s now sopping wet clit and pussy.

I began to lick her, tasting her juices now mixed with some of Papa’s, I enjoyed the taste and the smell. I began licking Papa’s cock, as it would slide out. The heady smell and the sight of it going in and out was giving me more tingles. I could see how the pain and pleasure inside her began mixing, to make her face go flush and look faint. I could see she desperately was trying to ask for permission to cum, and Papa whispered in to her ear, Soon we had her screaming well in to her first orgasm of the night, her whole body shook so hard I thought she was going to fall off, but Papa wrapped his big arms around her kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear while his hands needed her budding breasts and his fingers pulled and twisted her nipples. Whispering his love and pleasure in her ear as she spasmed, clinching her fists and needing the carpet with her toes. One long hi pitch moan escaping from her as the last shudders made her loose control. She went lip on papa’s lap nearly passing out from the exertions; I was busily drinking up the flow coming out of her. Her cum and Papa’s now oozed out and made a creamy froth around the shaft where it disappeared in to Brigit’s stretched opening. Her clit was solid and stood out clear from the covering but I knew now was not the time to go for it.

Papa stopped for a moment allowing her to catch her breath, I continued to just lick her clit as Papa started to fuck her again. Slowly at first, whispering in her ear as he licked it, she tried to speak but the words where so drawn out it was more moan and whimper then speech. Papa laughed and said She wanted me to bite her clit some, and to play with her tities some as well. He said he would make the bitch cum again then we would go to the bedroom. I nipped her hard clit now and she responded by nearly jumping off Papa. He laughed and seen the concerned look I gave her. He pushed my head back saying, “don’t worry about her fluffier I said nibble”. She will tell you if it hurts too much, just don’t draw blood and you are fine. Nip it, suck on it real hard, try to suck it off her cunt, see how she likes that. As soon as he said that she squealed and begged him not to have me do that but he just pushed his cock deeper and started to fuck harder. As I started to suck I could feel her body begin to quake and shudder. He looked down at me as she began to scream and a spray of fluids shot in to my mouth and covered my nose and lips. He laughed and said “Oh My, Mama the bitch here just sprayed in to the Fluffers mouth, we got us a sprayer”. I heard Mama moan funny from behind as Jonathan continued to fuck her against the wall.

Soon Brigit and Papa where both huffing and I could tell they where both about to Cum, But Mama and Jonathan began first, Mama sounded like she was fire truck, her wailing and moaning was so loud. Jonathan grunted how good he felt as he finally emptied his load in to her. Papa finally Came as he watched them, and between the three of them Brigit had her third orgasm flooding my face with her juices and Papa’s cum, and rubbing it all over my face with her pubic hair. Falling back into Papa’s big embrace she sighed and looks totally spent. Covered in sweat, her face feverish and eyes glassed. Papa hugged her to him and said, “Oh baby now that was a good fuck, you did good bitch”. She smiled weekly and in a shaky whisper thanked him and weekly cursed his cheek. He looked up at Mama and Joni then settling on the floor near the steps. Mama, He nodded to me as he stroked my hair, or little fluffer here has a talent for this, she really knows how use that little tongue of hers. Some good breeding Jonathan, you gave me quite the little toy here son. Then looking at me and seeing my puzzled look he stroked my hair, and said, yes my pet Jonathan is the one that gave your mother the seed to make you. I had him do it for me Fluffer because it pleases me to have a house full of loving.

I just stared up at him, I finished eating the last of the seepage from Brigit’s cunt and had Pap’s softening cock all clean, and just looked up at him, totally at a loss to speak. He nodded smiling and kissed one of my hands I love you just as much as any one ells in this family nothing is different my little fluffer, your are still mine, a gift from your brother to me and just as loved and cherished. Now go clean them properly, and thank him for that and the wonderful tongue you got, I’m sure it’s from Mistress only she is as talented. You are as good at licking pussy as she is, so clean her up to. Perhaps you can bring them both off again. Laughing he stood up, His cock finely dislodged from Brigit’s hole as he hefted her easily in to his arms. She moaned feeling the sudden release of enjoyable pressure from her cunt, and I quickly pleased my mouth to her gaping hole sucking the last of hers and Papa’s cum as it flowed out. He then carried the nearly passed out Brigit up the steps heading to his room. He stopped at the landing saying that I should join them after I finished cleaning Jonathan and Mama up.

I sat facing the now vacant chair; my legs bent my chin resting on one knee, I wondering at how I was feeling. Covered in Papa and Brigit's sex, Brigit's cum dripping from my nose. I was suddenly aware again of my surroundings and I looked to Mamma and Jonathan, now both lounging on the carpet against the stairs looking at me as they cuddled. I moved toward them on my hands and knees still bewildered and to shaky to stand up, then I seen the look Mamma gave me. A silly face she makes that always makes me laugh, and with that the awkwardness was gone. I realized it was ok that I knew this and that if she was happy then I should be to. Mama smiled as she seen my expression lighten, and knowing I was ok she playfully patted his arm and nodded at me. “Oh Jonathan look I think we have a puppy girl. Are you a puppy girl my Pet?" I nodded and made a playful barking sound, I crawled toward them and did some circles and play fully acted like a puppy. That is cute; perhaps you would like a nice tail my little pet? Would you lake me to give you a tail fluffer? I had seen the tails that where used, attached to butt plugs. While the plug being pushed in to the butt still looked pain, full I thought it would be fun, and nodded giggling. Really, well we will see if Papa wants a nether dog in the family, How about a pretty collar and leash to then my sweet, would you like to be Mistresses little lap dog? I giggled again as I crawled on all fours, and nodded barking happily. This actually sounded fun to me, and I wanted to play at being a puppy. I giggled thinking about it.

Finley I got to them and as I went to lie between Mamas thighs she stopped me. Mamma said to clean Jonathan first, as was his right, since he was a man he was entitled to being first. So I went to him and laid down by him. I gently held his half stiff, and wet cock in my hand. I looked at the glistening mix of his and Mammas cum and began to lick it off; the smell of the mixed juices was getting me excited again. Mama taped him again on the arm and drew Jonathan’s attention to a window that looked out to the back yard. There I could just make out the panting image of the new dog, Boris as Papa named him. Mamma said, ”Humm Puppy girl looks like you'd best be careful out in the yard he seems to think you are quite a cute lilpuppy and may want to mount you. Joni then nodded agreement pointing out something to mama. (I know now they could just make out the fully erect hard on Boris had, whether from watching us all having pleasure or from watching me I don’t know.)

I giggled thinking she was being silly. She gently stroked my hair as I swallowed nearly the entire length of Jonathan’s semi hard cock down my throat. She looked up at the dog again then sed, really sweaty, be careful around him, never be alone with the dog, ok, not till you are bigger and can handle him. He will never hurt you intentionally he thinks of you as part of His family now, to him you are a bitch and he may want to use you like a bitch even though you are not yet ready. Dogs are far more ruff then even Papa is, and he may hurt you by accident, ok? I looked at him, and just could not understand why mama was being so adamant but I sed ok that I would be careful.

I continued to clean his now hard dick and was now massaging his balls. I finished cleaning up his cock and went to suck on his balls, looking up at him, Jonathan was watching me and smiled contently stroking my hair, and Mama began stroking his growing dick. Jonathan was totally enjoying this attention. Mamma looked up to his face and grinned, seeing his eyes closed and hearing his breath picking up. She instructed me quickly "Suck the shaft in now Fluffer, she sed offering the head to my lips, take it real deep, as deep as you can, and start swallowing like you are trying to take it in to your tummy”. Mama began massaging his balls again as I did this, and as I did he came really hard. “Oh, Yes, Momma that Fluffer knows how to really suck”! He shot a huge amount down my throat and it again backed up. Flowing out of my mouth and down my chin. But I did not gag this time I just kept swallowing till my nose was clear and I could breathe. I licked up the last from his head and made sure he was still clean.

Mamma lifted my face to hers, and licked the cum from my chin, then inserting her tongue in to my mouth as she shared his cum with me. Kissing me deeply I instinctively reached my fingers to her wet and now reawakening cunt. I started to finger the hole; soon I had almost my whole hand in her. She moved my head to her cunt and told me to suck her clit like I had Brigit's. I did As Jonathan sucked on her tits, one hand resting on my butt he pinched and slapped it playfully making me squeal, it was so sore from the beating. He just giggled and pushed my head back to Mama’s cunt. I began to nip and suck her clit hard as I fingered her cunt, and was rewarded by her cuming a bit later all over my face. She laughed and said I'd never get her cleaned up making her cum more. We kissed again She enjoyed tasting her own juice but Jonathan pulled me to him, He held me firmly as he placed his lips to mine. Our tongues met and fluttered about, my heart was racing and my berthing got harder as I was nearly hyperventilating from the excitement this was causing me. His embrace was strong and firm and he grabbed my ass with the other. He lavished my neck the chin then went to my ears with kisses. This was driving me wiled. But he stopped as suddenly as he had started and said to go join Papa for bed. I was so stunned all I could muster was a whimper. They both laughed as Mama added that she would bathe her and Jonathan before they went to his room and I was ok to go to Papa now.

As I left them, I kissed Jonathan and whispered in his ear as I ran my tongue along it seductively, “Thank you my brother for making me, I hope I can make you as proud of me on your wedding night as I did tonight, I will try to make your new bitch cum lots for you.” He rubbed my ass sticking in one finger that was covered in Mamas cum and said, as I jumped "Oh my little Fluffier I’m sure you will make me proud." I love you now go to Papa and sleep well. I’m sure by tomorrow that design Papa made on your backside will quite beautiful. Mama agreed and added that she would apply lotion to it in the morning to help it heel and to brighten the color so it would show better. I kissed them both and thanked them, then went up the steps.

As I walked up the stairs I thought about how it had felt to have his finger stuffed in my butt, and I realized I'd really liked it. This made me blush so red I thought Papa was going to see, The house was all quiet now, Mama and Jonathan whispering below was all I herd as I walked to the kitchen to get some water. I drank it down then went up stairs to the main bedroom hoping to join Brigit pleasuring Papa but he was asleep Spooning Brigit, his big arm holding her to him. I climbed in to the bed herring Mama and Jonathan passing going up to his rooms above to shower. I snuggled down under the covers with Brigit facing me. Her breathing sounded odd, her body not as limp as she normally was when asleep, her eyes seemed out of focus and fluttered a bit, and she was flush and sweating, I let my hand wonder down to her crotch and felt that Papa’s dick was berried in side her. I smiled as she opened her eyes and kissed me tenderly on the lips. She whispered to me softly with panting hastens, turn over sis, Let me cuddle you as Papa is me. I kissed her back and nodded. I turned over and laid down against Birgit. She wrapped me in her arms kissing my neck and ear seductively whispering thank you. She was gently playing with my nipples as we fell asleep.

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