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Doming Daughter Dani   Part 25 of 51   THE BOMBSHELL

By Dutchboy

copyright: This work is released under the Creative Commons
Attribution Only (CC BY) License. You can copy it, paste it,
change it, try and get some other fool to pay you money for it. I
don't care. Just acknowledge my original authorship and if you
change anything, be upfront about the fact that you changed it.
If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss your ass.

Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some
pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

-------------------------------

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. Narrator shift. Skip here again. That's the
story of Caryn's long night of incestuous rape, as distinguished
from the other forced incest she'd endured since she was eight.

As Caryn said, she didn't get pregnant.

She missed five days of school and then went back with a cover
story of being in a car wreck. She graduated with her class.
Caryn arranged a ride to college with one of her classmates. She
spent the summer sucking and fucking the men in her family
whenever they wanted some attention, which was nearly a daily
occurrence and usually multiple times in any given day. Then one
August afternoon, she stuffed her clothes and some sheets into a
backpack and sneaked off the farm and walked into town. She
caught up with her arranged ride and then started a new life at
college.

Christmas, spring break, and Summer of her Freshman year she
spent with her preacher uncle. Her uncle went on a mission
project to Costa Rica that Summer and took Caryn with him. Her
uncle's church hit some rough times and enacted a lot of budget
cuts that kept her Uncle from taking Caryn with him to Honduras
during his next Christmas mission trip. That's how she ended up
living in a box. After that, Caryn and I were in her apartment
and started playing house.

Somewhere along the way, her Uncle inadvertently shared Caryn's
address and phone number with her folks, which is how her dad
eventually found her again.

Caryn wanted to move again so her dad couldn't find her, but she
couldn't break the lease.

I was too addicted to Caryn's submissive pliability to walk away,
although I didn't really think that I loved her in those days.
She was just a steady fuck. There was another little campus cutie
I worked with at the Chinese restaurant that I was dicking pretty
regularly as well, but I still came back to Caryn's apartment to
sleep afterwards.

I didn't go home that Summer, the summer between my Junior and
Senior years. Nothing for me in my old town except some old
friends who were starting to do their own thing and pull away
into their new adult lives. My home was my college town. My home
was Caryn's apartment. I changed my "home" mailing address with
the University, which further hammered down the reality that I
was tied to Caryn on some level.

An engineering company opened a branch office in our little
college town. One of my engineering profs knew I had stayed in
town for the Summer, and when they called him looking for a paid
intern, he called me. I got the gig and it paid way better than
being a waiter. I took a Summer sabbatical from Chan's. After
school started, they wanted me to stay on, working a couple hours
every day. I never waited tables again.

I was working on my Electrical Engineering degree, which -- in
1989 -- was still a hot, sought-after degree. The company that
eventually hired me full time was a little boutique think-tank
assigned to develop the next generation of HUI(human user
interface) for a major appliance company. If you've ever seen the
touch-sensitive switches on one of the newfangled ceramic cooktop
stoves, that's what we were assigned to invent. Of course, in
1989, we didn't know that's what we were inventing. We were still
experimenting with using the ground current from human skin to
open and close a mechanical switch.

Somewhere along the days of my strange career, I became a
cross-specialist in both EE and ceramics. When EE jobs
disappeared, replaced by cheap ROMs and RAMs doing tricks
programmed by software engineers, my weird little engineering
discipline became a gold mine. Our little outpost in Collegetown
Midwest became a cash cow for the company. Our patent capital
alone is outrageous. We were so profitable that when the parent
company tried to move us to Ohio several years ago, 90 percent of
the engineers said "No, thank you. We'll just start our own
company in the same building." And that was the last that
Corporate had to say about moving. The wonk who suggested moving
us in the first place was fired.

We all became rich mutherfuckers, living like sheiks in a town
with an incredibly low cost of living.

The wealth came later.

But my Senior year of college, living with Caryn, things were
merely okay. Optimistic, for sure.

Sex was good. Caryn and I didn't fight much. I think Caryn knew I
was fucking the other girl, but she didn't say boo about it. I
was pretty reckless with dumping sperm into Caryn without any
protection. Caryn and I resolved that she wasn't capable of
getting knocked up, and there was a decent probability that I had
low sperm motility as well, given how lucky I had been not to
have impregnated any of my conquests.

Of course you see where this is going. In February of 1989, Caryn
told me she was preggers. It was official. I was going to be a
dad. Caryn started pressuring me to get married, dropping hints
left and right as her belly started to extend.

I don't know why I waited. I don't know why I thought it was
important to finish school first. I graduated in May and started
working full time for my engineering firm. I booked a date with
the Justice of the Peace for a quicky lunchtime court wedding,
but I pushed it out until late July. I told Caryn that was the
earliest available date. Truth was, I had a plan in mind. I
wanted to go back to my hometown and have a bachelor blowout at
the titty bars with my old friends. 

And Suzie. I wanted to get a hotel room and fuck the daylights
out of Suzie Wagner one more time. Or maybe twenty more times. I
fantasized that she was two years older now. At fifteen, maybe
she had big juicy titties and a nice round teenage ass. She was
going to be SO excited to hear from me! No doubt she'd jump up
and down and squeal and tell me that she was ready to jettison
any plans she had to come be my sex toy one more time!

I stayed after work and made the phone call from a conference
room with a closed door, so I could be flirty without any of my
co-workers listening in.

Just thinking about how excited Suzie was going to be when she
picked up the phone... I had a big shit-eating grin from
ear-to-ear. When the dial tone turned into a ring, my heart
started racing.

Mrs. Wagner answered the phone brightly, "Hello!"

I used a really fake, deep voice. "Yes, may I speak to Susan
Wagner, please?"

There was a long hesitation. "Who is this?"

"This is Dave Jenkins with the American Red Cross, is Susan
available?"

There was another long hesitation. "Uh, hang on, Dave Jenkins,"
Mrs. Wags said sarcastically.

I don't know if Mrs. Wagner made any attempt to cover the
mouthpiece. I heard her say, "It's Skip. Yes, of course, that
Skip."

I heard Mr. Wagner mumble, but I couldn't hear what he said.

"No," Mrs. Wagner continued. "He doesn't want Peggy. He wants to
talk to Suzie."

"What the fuck?" I heard Mr. Wagner clearly. Then there was more
marital mumbling I couldn't decipher. Mr. Wagner bellowed to
somewhere in the house. "Susan. Skip is on the phone. [pause]
Yes, that Skip."

After a long time, a handset picked up. Probably the phone in the
basement. Peggy used to go down there to get some privacy when I
called her from my dorm room.

"H-hello?" Suzie's sweet voice.

"Hey," I smiled. "So much for subterfuge. I guess I'm busted,
huh?"

"Hang on a second. I'VE GOT IT, MOM!" Somewhere in the Wagner
household, a handset was replaced on the cradle. "What do you
want, Skip?"

Funny, Suzie didn't sound very happy to hear from me. 

"Hey, Sooz, I haven't talked to you forever! How's it going?
How's school?"

"Fine. And fine." Suzie's terse tone got sharper.

"How's Hank?"

"I don't know. Broke up with him years ago." [Long pause.]
"What's going on with you?"

"Well, I guess I've got big news. I'm getting married."

"Huhn," Suzie grunted. "Well congratulations, Skip."

"Sooz, is something wrong? You mad at me, or somethin'?"

"You're calling me out of the blue for the first time in... how
long has it been? Two years?"

"A year and a half. Yeah, well, my life has taken some crazy
turns."

"Apparently. You're getting married. That's a big turn."

"Uh," I stammered, not sure where to go when faced with Suzie's
unexpected hostility, "Yeah. Married. And I guess there's more.
I'm, uh, I'm going to be a dad too!"

[Long, long silence.] "Huhn. Imagine that." Suzie's tone shifted
from perturbed to downright bitter. "Well, Skip, permit me to add
one more 'crazy turn' into your life, you asshole. Remember
Maxy?"

"Of course."

"You got her pregnant too, Skip. "

"What?"

"You heard me."

"No way. I used a rubber."

"Shut up. It was you. It was you. You were the only one, so it
was you. Goddammit, Skip, all we needed was $400 for the
abortion. Four hundred fucking dollars. That's all we needed."

"You should have called."

"Skip, you fucking asshole! We called your number a thousand
times at least. It was disconnected. Peggy even drove us all to
your dorm room. You had moved out and nobody knew where you
were."

"Peggy knows?"

"Skip, fucking EVERYBODY knows now. EVERYBODY."

"Suzie, God, I'm so sorry. So sorry. Jesus, I didn't know. I'm
sorry. I'll send you the $400."

"Little too late for that, Skip. We couldn't come up with the
money and Maxy had to tell her mom and dad."

"Shit, I'm soooo sorry, Suzie. I'll reimburse them. I swear."

Long pause. "Skip, are you fucking stupid? Maxine's parents are
so Catholic that they have a picture of the Pope on their living
room wall. She didn't have an abortion, Skip. She had a baby."

My brain couldn't process what I had just heard. The room began
to spin.

Suzie continued when my silence lapsed too long. "So I hate to
piss on your big news, Skip, but you are already a Daddy.
Congratulations."

"I have a baby? What? Who? What?"

I heard the flint wheel on a lighter spark and then Suzie
exhaled. She was smoking. "You have a daughter, Skip. Her name is
Allison. She's healthy and she's beautiful."

"Whoa. Shitfuckmuther. So... they didn't put her up for... She
didn't... The baby wasn't... Allison wasn't adopted by someone?
She's still with Maxy?"

Suzie was calming down. "It's weird," she said. "Maxy's older
sister Sharon is raising Allison. Sharon is eighteen. They aren't
sure if they are going to tell Allison that Sharon is her mother
or what they are going to do. Anymore, I get what little
information I get about Maxine and Allison third-hand."

"You guys aren't buddies anymore?"

"Pfffft!" Suzie spat. "No, you fucked that up for me, too, Skip.
When the truth came out about what happened with Maxy, she told
her parents everything, including all the 'everything' about me
and you. Her mom and dad showed up on my doorstep here and
spilled everything to my mom and dad about what a fucking whore I
am, and how I'm never to speak to Maxine again." [Long pause.]
"Shit really hit the fan, Skip. My dad said he was going to have
you arrested. He went to your parents house to try and find where
you were. Dad even drove to the college and tried to get your
address from the Dean of Students, but they wouldn't tell him.
Privacy laws and shit."

"Holy fuck."

"He's over it now. I think. I guess I'll find out for sure when I
go upstairs. So how do you want to play this, Skip? You want me
to send Maxy your new address? Or do you want to just crawl back
under the rock you slithered out from and pretend this phone call
never happened?"

"I- I- I've got to think about this for a second, Sooz."

"Don't call me Sooz, you sunofabitch. My friends call me that. My
real friends. Tell you what. I don't want to hear your fucking
voice again as long as I live. So here's the deal. You got a pen
and some paper?"

I wrote down Maxy's address and her phone number. Suzie hung up
the phone without saying anything more.

Being the selfish fuck that I was (and remain) my overriding
thought as I sat in that conference room was, "Oh shit. How am I
going to explain this to Caryn?"


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Doming Daughter Dani   Part 26 of 51   DARK DAYS AND ROCKY ROADS

By Dutchboy

copyright: This work is released under the Creative Commons
Attribution Only (CC BY) License. You can copy it, paste it,
change it, try and get some other fool to pay you money for it. I
don't care. Just acknowledge my original authorship and if you
change anything, be upfront about the fact that you changed it.
If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss your ass.

Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some
pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

-------------------------------

It took almost a year for the truth to set me free. Here's
another Fast Forward.

* Caryn and I married in July of 1989. I can't even remember the
name of the guy that had been in my Calc II class who served as
my best man-slash-witness. Caryn's boss was her maid of
honor-slash-witness. No family on either side was notified and
none came for the ten minute wedding.

* Danielle was born in September of 1989.

* Caryn suffered rather severe postpartum depression. She was
just this side of looney tunes. I didn't know a damn thing about
babies, but I had to learn fast because Caryn was pretty
helpless. Looking back, Old Man Me thinks it has a lot to do with
Caryn starting birth control pills for the first time after the
delivery. Too many competing hormones probably contributed to her
loosing her marbles.

* Between the diapers and the feedings and play time, Danielle
and I bonded like superglue. My heart was still "iffy" on Caryn,
but there was no doubt that I loved that little baby girl more
than anything on the planet.

* Don't ask me why. Do not ask me why. Do NOT fucking ask me why,
but after the wedding and the baby... I stopped domming Caryn.
It's one thing to treat your girlfriend like a slutty chew-toy.
But something in my brain told me, "Hey, she's your wife now.
She's the mother of your child. She's had a fucked up childhood.
It's time for you to grow up and stop bossing your wife around
like a sex slave."

* This set off a series of unintended consequences where we had a
lot less sex. I wasn't as happy with the bland sex life we tried
to learn to have with one another. I became a lot more
passive-aggressive and crabby with Caryn. I started sexing my
girlfriend more than my wife. (Amber was a Senior that first year
of my marriage to Caryn. Amber had moved into an apartment a half
mile from our apartment.)

* A cycle-of-failure started between me and Caryn. She wasn't in
her right mind to begin with, and I was either spending long
hours at my new job or pretending to spend long hours at my new
job while I banged the daylights out of Amber's tight twat. Caryn
and I were both unhappy and we started sniping at one another
over the smallest things. We weren't really that poor, but my
starting paychecks weren't much bigger than Caryn's, so we
thought we were poor. We wanted our own house and a more reliable
car. Neither was in the budget.

* Sometime in the Winter of 1990 Caryn started having an affair
with some 45 year old dude on the faculty. I caught on around
mid-June.

* Most of the time a guy can't end his wife's affair. Most of the
time, any intervention will just send your wife all the way into
the other guy's arms. If the guy is married, you can spook him
into backing off so his wife doesn't find out, but Caryn's
paramour was single. I went and had a little chat with the other
man. For legal/identification reasons, I'm going to skip the
details of how that went down, but suffice to say I ended that
dude's interest in fucking my runaround wife, as Caryn's Daddy
would say.

* After the whole affair and end-of-the-affair drama (complete
with some lovely visits from our local LEA), my marriage to Caryn
was at a rock-bottom low. I retained a lawyer for divorce, one
who could also represent me with my battery charge if it went
forward (which it didn't). I was sure Caryn and I were at an end
and I naively thought that Caryn's affair was my ticket to
getting sole custody of Dani. Oh, what I didn't know about family
court at that point could have filled an encyclopedia.

* During the course of one long, seething weekend, all the cancer
of my relationship with Caryn burst out of our respective guts
and poured into the kitchen table in one big gloppy, gory mess.
When your wife is cheating, the question that has to be answered
is "Why?" Sometimes there isn't a "why." Most of the time
cheating is just about feeding your ego (*cough*Amber*cough*),
and that's a shitty "why."

Caryn gave me the "why." To make a long story short, when I
stopped being rough and dominant with Caryn, she assumed I didn't
care about her any more. She started flirting with some strong,
dominant personality guys who came through her office and showed
up to the staff happy hour meetups. One dude flirted back, and
next thing, Caryn was on her hands and knees, spraying pussy
juice again. This time it was sprayed over some other guy's
balls.

Facts is facts. Caryn was right. I changed the foundation of our
relationship when I stopped domming her. Caryn had spent her
entire life being "owned" by one strong man or another. Once I
started treating her with kid gloves, she didn't think she had
value anymore. She didn't know who she was anymore. I changed the
core of our relationship for stupid, naive reasons, and
everything went sideways.

"So... " I forced myself to say it out loud, "You're saying you
were happier when I was beating the shit out of you and forcing
you to tell me your incest stories every night?"

"It's not about 'happier', Skip. I dunno. It's hard to explain. I
know that when you were bossy and horny all the time, I knew what
my role was. I was... Shit, what's the word? Complete. I was more
complete. At first it was kind of sweet about the way you changed
after I got pregnant with Dani. Then it was creepy. It's so not
you. I wasn't sure who you were. I wasn't sure if you were
falling in love with your girlfriend or what."

"I don't have a girlfriend."

"Skip, you think I don't know the taste of another woman's pussy
when it's on your cock?"

Whoopsie. My brain raced through hundreds of mental home movies
to find an instance where this might have happened. Actually, it
never occurred to me that Caryn would notice.

"Don't act all sanctimonious," Caryn continued. "You did it on
purpose to humiliate me. It worked."

Wrong, but I was just handed a complete pass on my ongoing
dalliance, so I wasn't about to start parsing words.

"Well, as long as we're clearing out secrets," I rubbed my
temples. I finally told Caryn about Maxy and Allison. Caryn sat
and listened intently. She didn't cry. She didn't anger. She just
took it all in and listened until I had puked it all out onto the
Formica table top between us.

Caryn reached across the table and took my hand. It was as warm a
gesture as she'd offered me since she sneaked out of the Creepy
Old Dude'e front door to find me standing in the middle of his
driveway. 

"It is what it is, Skip," Caryn whispered. "I don't hate you. We
both know what our relationship was before you left for Christmas
break that time, and we both know it changed into something else
after you came back."

"That's the absolute truth," I said.

"What are you going to do about your other daughter?"

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"It's your call, Skip. Now that you're making a little bit of
money, this Maxine girl or Sharon or the Grandma, somebody will
probably come looking for child support."

"You think?"

"Probably. Maxine's family probably hates your guts and wants you
dead right now. They are pretending you don't exist. But shit
changes. People cool off. Grudges fade. When your other daughter
gets old enough to ask questions, they will figure out that it's
easier to tell the truth than keep a bad lie going forever. If
they are going to acknowledge you exist, then they might as well
get a check from you every month."

"Man," I sighed.

"You're probably better off if you make first contact with this
Maxine girl. Then the ball is in their court and they can hit it
back... or not. If it goes to court, you'd look like you were
trying to be responsible."

"You're probably right."

"Frankly Skip, I know this is a hitch and it's a big deal, but
I'm more worried about us. I'd like to get past all the bullshit
of the past few months."

"I don't know if I can," I said. "I don't know if I can get past
thinking about you sucking that creepy old fuck's cock."

Caryn nodded, slow and sad. "Yeah," she said. "It's a pickle."

We sat in silence.

Caryn asked, "What would the 'old Skip' do? How would you have
handled me being a cheating slut if it were a couple years ago?"

"Fuck," I grumbled, glaring lasers into the flecked pattern in
the tabletop. "I'd have beat your whore ass until your butt
cheeks burst into flames, and then I'd have started on your
tits."

"You would have raped me senseless until I felt like I was yours
again." She said it very matter-of-factly.

"Damn right."

When Caryn didn't say any more, I looked up to see her give me a
"So?" shrug and arch her eyebrows nonchalantly.

"What are you saying?" I asked.

Caryn shrugged again. "I still have some vacation days and some
personal days."

"Is that what you want?" I whispered. "You want to be raped and
whipped?"

Caryn shook her head, "Absolutely not," she said. "Absolutely
not. But... Maybe that's exactly what I need. Or at least what we
need."

"Well it's sure as fuck what you deserve," I grumbled. "I don't
know if even that would be enough to get all my anger out,"

Caryn shrugged again. "I'm sure you can think of something else,
too. Something new. Something to hurt me way deep inside my heart
or humiliate me. Some new way to twist my guts until you get all
that vengeful anger out of you."

"Like?"

"I dunno. You're the smart one. And it's your axe to grind. I'm
sure you'll think of something mean and twisted."

"And you're game for mean and twisted?"

"Skip," Caryn rolled her eyes. "As long as you don't leave. I
really dont want you to leave. When you are being you, I can't
replace you. I love you. The 'real' Skip scratches every needy
itch I have; in my heart. In my brain. In my pussy. I don't want
you to leave. If you're still here when my punishment is all
over, then it will be worth the price. Give me your worst. I can
take it. I can take it if I know you're not going to fuck me up
and then still walk out on me."

I considered Caryn's offer.

"First things first," I said. "I'm going to change the slut I
have to look at every fucking day. We're going to a decent hair
salon and get you a new hair style."

"That's not much of a punishment."

"And blond. I want you golden blond."

"Fine."

"And I pick the style."

"Of course."

Then I dropped the bomb. "You're going to get the same cut and
color as my girlfriend," I said. "So when I fuck you, you know
I'm thinking about her."

Boom! Now, this was a complete lie. Amber was a redhead and there
was nothing special about Amber's hair. If anything, it was too
short for my taste. There was no similarity between Amber and my
ideas for what I wanted Caryn's new hair to look like. I merely
wanted to gut punch Caryn and hurt her. It worked. Tears started
pouring out of her eyes. Caryn nodded and started crying out
loud.

We were on our way back.


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Doming Daughter Dani   Part 27 of 51   LESSONS FROM THE DUTCH
MASTER

By Dutchboy

copyright: This work is released under the Creative Commons
Attribution Only (CC BY) License. You can copy it, paste it,
change it, try and get some other fool to pay you money for it. I
don't care. Just acknowledge my original authorship and if you
change anything, be upfront about the fact that you changed it.
If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss your ass.

Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some
pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

-------------------------------

We skipped the chain styling salons and I booked Caryn an
appointment at the most expensive foo-foo place in town. That
first dye job and style left nothing but coins in our bank
account. The poof who cut and dyed Caryn's hair walked around her
in the chair for ten minutes, chewing his pinkie cuticle and
clucking his tongue.

I did the talking and Poof quickly picked up on the awkward
reality that Caryn was a pet. He stopped talking to her and
addressed me directly. 

"We have to do something about these eyebrows," he said to me.

I shrugged. "Like what?"

"Well, first I will call Animal Control to come chase out the
little woodland creatures living in them. Then I will shape them
and color them to match her hair."

I had never really noticed Caryn's eyebrows, but I guess they
were rather thick for a girl.

"There is a beautiful girl under this mop," the poof said to me,
lifting lengths of Caryn's muddled tresses and sneering down into
the roots. "Why don't you go get something to eat. I think you
might be amazed at what you find when you come back."

"Okay," I shrugged. "But don't cut it too short. Keep it long."

"So you have said," sighed the poof, "a thousand times. Go. Come
back in three hours."

"Three hours?"

"When we finish with hair and eyebrow shapings," said the poof,
"this wretched thing and I are going to have a little clinic
about how to wear makeup correctly. Three hours."

Three hours. 

Fuck if the poof was not right. I literally, LITERALLY did not
recognize Caryn when I walked back in the shop. I didn't
recognize her until she smiled at me. FUCK!

All the little nagging exceptions that kept Caryn from being a
total knockout had been sanded away. For all my trepidations
about whether I wanted her to go to a more pronounced blond,
redhead, or brunette color, blond turned out to suit her
perfectly. I'm on record as saying that I can take or leave
blondes, but Caryn made an absolutely stunning blonde. 

And her eyebrows... the poof was dead-on. Where Caryn had once
had two thick dashes of brownish-red eyebrows, she now had two
wispy cursive golden commas that made her eyes look massive. Even
more than the smoking hot hair style and the perfect golden blend
color, the thin girly eyebrows took Caryn's face to another
level.

Fucking WOW!

Caryn started to cry happy tears when she saw how slackjawed I
was.

"Don't cry for God's sakes, Honey," the poof chided her, "You'll
ruin your makeup."

Makeup. Yeah. Caryn was wearing makeup too. Lots of eye liner and
a perfect eye shadow blend that was invisible and unmistakable at
the same time.

"I love it," I said.

"So do I," Caryn said. "So do I. I look beautiful. Totally
beautiful. Thank you, Sweetie!"

I smiled. Caryn looked back into the mirror in front of her and
tousled her head back and forth to make the blond waves bounce
and shimmer. 

Caryn didn't know that she was less than a week from being raped
by my buddy Dutch. Dutch had been impressed by Caryn's
photograph. All I could think as I stood in the salon was "Dutch
is going to shit twice and die when he shows up to help me rape
my wife and finds this hot little piece of ass waiting for him."

Caryn was like a new toy. I wanted to play with her and sex her
for the first time in months. 

I didn't.

It was especially hard to keep my hands off her when I had her
shave her thin little landing strip bush and go completely bare
between her legs. The landing strip bush was a power game that I
had thought up before we got married. Caryn had to keep her bush
within my specifications; No more than two of my fingers wide, no
hair below her clit, when I put my pinkie on the middle of her
clit the height of the strip couldn't extend higher than my index
finger, and the nap could be so tall that it extended past the
gaps between my fingers. This was a pretty good Dom game because
1.) It involved constant inspections requiring my hand all over
Caryn's pussy, and 2.) It was really hard for Caryn to get
perfect because the measurement was MY hand, not hers. If the
height or width of her bush exceeded my dictates, Caryn got ten
smacks on her pussy. If I caught her trying to overcompensate by
shaving away too much bush, she got thirty hard pussy swats.

I think I mentioned how Caryn had really pink pink nipples. Glow
in the dark electric Barbie pink. So also she had a bright pink
twat to match, but because her pussy didn't have hardly any
protrusion of pussy lips, it wasn't really an overt turn-on
unless I was munching away on that juicy gash.

As much as I liked the thin strip of her pubes, it hid that
selling point of bright pink twat.

After Caryn went blond, the dark bush seemed to mess with her
blonde perfection. I ordered it gone. Of course that required
close inspection as well.

I checked for stubble with a squirt of baby oil and my finger
tips all over her mound. Caryn's pussy was so smooth that it damn
near squeaked. Her slut clit bubbled out and tried to beckon my
slippery fingers for some attention. Pussy juice puddled in her
fuck hole. I shaved her asshole clean and smooth. I told her to
get her panties back on.

I was going to wait. I had planned the head game-to-end-all head
games, and patience was the key.

Every night, Caryn had to kneel at the foot of the bed and beg me
to allow her into my bed. That had been the game for a while, but
I almost always let her on the bed as long as she seemed sincere.
For a week I denied her and forced her to sleep in the floor like
a dog. My anger was fading, and sometimes it was hard to be an
asshole. I knew I had to be strong if we were going to heal our
scars and get past our issues.

Caryn got desperate. Every little perfunctory marital kiss became
an attempt by her to slip her tongue into my mouth and spark a
hot tumble.

At work Caryn was getting endless complements on her new look. As
Caryn walked around campus, she caught boys turning their heads
to look her over. Her ego was soaring.

Then she came home and got "the treatment" from me.

I kept busy by focusing on my job and preparing my lawyer to make
contact with Maxy's family.

Dutch was a traveling salesman for a big electronics company. His
job was to drive around the Midwest and try and get saps like me
to commit to buying our small components from him. Our little
think tank didn't buy a lot of raw electronics, but we did keep a
fair amount of parts on hand to make prototype boards and
hand-soldered components to test before we sent schematics to the
Corporate Machine in Ohio.

I don't know why the older guys in the office didn't want to deal
with salesmen. It didn't bother me at all. Pretty soon, I was the
go-to guy whenever a salesman showed up in the lobby. I was the
first one to learn about new components hitting the market. A lot
of the old dudes in the office didn't want to learn about
anything that wasn't a triac, resistor, or capacitor. If it
wasn't in their 1975 text book, a dinosaur engineer didn't need
to know it. We were charged with breaking the old paradigms, and
those Old Skool dinosaurs were the ones who eventually got pushed
out of the way. My interest in how we could leverage the new
generation of solid state components was the reason I did so well
at our outpost.

I thought Dutch was a hoot. He was one of my favorite salesmen.
He was built a little bit like Caryn's dad, only not as sinewy
and hard. Dutch was around six feet tall. His hair wasn't really
a mullet, but it was longer at the collar. He was wide in the
shoulders and had a perpetual Fred Flintstone five o'clock shadow
painted on his big jaw. He had that tell-tale shaving scoop at
his neckline that indicated he was probably another rug chest.

Dutch was in his mid 30s and had the personality of a natural
salesman, always easygoing and fluid. He had a big city cynicism,
but talked in the colorful parlance of a country boy. If you
asked him how he was doing it was always something off-the-wall.

"I'm fine as frog's hair."

"Happy as a puppy with two tails."

"If I were any better, I'd be twins."

The early 90s were the last gasps of the kickback era. Dutch was
always trying to give me tickets to sporting events in Chicago,
or St. Louis, or Nashville. He always had a pocket full of hot
concert tickets for venues in Paducha, Louisville, Memphis, and
Branson.

I wasn't going to drive our old Monte Carlo that far just to use
a free ticket. All the entertainment I needed was somewhere in
our little university burg.

When Dutch came to town we eventually stopped meeting up at my
office and started going out drinking together. He stopped being
a salesman and became more of an older brother figure. Dutch was
married and lived in Paducha. He had a young girlfriend, a grad
student at University of Illinois Carbondale. I thought the
pictures of his wife were hotter than the pictures of his
girlfriend. But hey. Sometimes all middle age guys care about is
"young."

Dutch had a lot of interesting adventures. Even with two steady
streams of cocksucking, his girl radar was always spinning when
he was on the road. If there was a pretty girl somewhere in our
bar, Dutch would have her laughing and sitting next to us in less
than a half hour. I eventually got to hear all about Dutch's
exploits while leaning against a coaster and unpeeling labels
from a beer bottle. One time, after a few drinks, I started
spilling my guts about my problems with Caryn and her affair.
Dutch said all the right things. Can you imagine? Both of us with
wives and steady girlfriends, drinking Scotch and bitching about
cheating women. Amazing.

"Got a picture?" Dutch asked.

I flipped open my wallet and opened the glycine sleeves to a
picture I took of Caryn leaning against the rail on our apartment
balcony. It had been a hot day and Caryn was wearing something
simple with spaghetti straps that made her big cleavage line seem
longer than it should have been. Her face was glowing and she had
a wan smile. It was a damn good picture of Caryn, even before her
transformation.

"GOD DAMN, Son!" Dutch nearly snorted his drink.

"What?"

"She's yummy. Wow. Looks like she'd be worth fightin' for."

" 'You show me the prettiest wife in the world'..." I started.

"Yeah, yeah," Dutch finished, " '...and I'll show you a husband
who is tired of looking at her pussy.' But still, man. That were
my roundheels wife? Hell, I'd just spank the shit out her until
she was too sore to shake her ass for anybody else."

That's when I knew I had found a kindred spirit.

"I've gotten a little lax in that department," I said. "Now I'm
afraid that I'd have a hard time stopping once I started. I'm so
fucking mad that I'd just as likely kill her."

"Can't do that," Dutch nodded slowly. "That pale skin of yours?
You'd look shitty in Orange, my man. You don't have the skin tone
to pull off the prison jumpsuit thing."

"You know me. Ever the fashion plate."

"Serslee, Skipper," Dutch slurred. "You know a spanking isn't
about busting a girl's ass. It's about bruising her ego. The
humiliation is way more effective at modifying behavior than some
handprints on her ass."

"I know," I said. "I know. But Caryn is... different. She comes
from a really fucked up childhood. She seems to have this
bottomless pit of an ego. So far she's been able to take more
humiliation than I can think up." I took a drink. "And I can
think up a lot. Trust me."

"Oh," Dutch nodded. "One of those, huh?"

"What?"

"Daddy issues," Dutch said knowingly.

"In spades."

"Yeah, those particular submissive types can be tough nuts to
crack. The kind of girl where you think up the sickest sex shit
you can think of, and then they cry and do it anyway, and then
they say, 'Is that it? Is that all you got?'"

"Exactly."

"And you think she's seen all your tricks," Dutch said.

"Exactly."

"Huhn. Yeah," Dutch smiled. "But yaknow... she hasn't seen all
mine, has she?"

It took a while for Dutch's angle to seep through my thick skull.
The conversation changed to sports. We drank some more. I was the
one who brought it back.

"So what did you have in mind, for Caryn?"

"Hey man, I don't want to spook you. I just thought that --
yaknow -- as a decorated veteran of the Pussy Wars, I might be
able to make the tag and help you out. Yaknow. On your terms, of
course."

"You'd beat Caryn's ass?"

"Yes and no. I'd beat her ass, sure, but we're talking about the
deeper target, right? Humiliation. Right?"

"I'm tellin' ya," I said. "I've been down that road. I've made
her tell me stuff she didn't want to tell me."

"She's told you about the creepy old dude she fucked?"

"No," I said, "Everything but that. I haven't asked her about
that."

Dutch shook his head, "No man. You gotta. You gotta know every
fucking thing. Every fucking sex move that went on between 'em.
You have to. That's the only way to get over this shit. You can't
let it fester."

"Yeah, I know," I said. "That shit has worked with other stuff
she's done when we were just dating, but this is different. I'm
really really fucking angry now. I don't know if I could take
it."

"So..." Dutch said. "Have her act it out with me. While you
watch. I'll make her say all the shit and do all the shit she did
with the creepy old guy. Then I'll break her ass. Then you take a
turn at breaking her ass. If it looks like things are getting out
of hand, you'll have me there to rein you in. Or... yaknow... if
everything goes wrong, we'd both need an alibi."

I tried to imagine watching Dutch dom my wife. It was difficult
to fathom. It would be kind of like making her fuck Troy, only
I'd see every little bit of it for myself, and Dutch would be a
stand-in for knowing all the shit that transpired with Caryn's
creepy old dude former lover.

I told Dutch I'd think it over. 

After Caryn said what she said at our kitchen table summit about
me being "creative" enough to find a way to get even with her, I
called Dutch and we started finalizing the details.

Dutch had a hotel room booked for a Sunday night when the place
would be mostly empty. We didn't want Caryn screams to alert the
neighbors when things got rough. The walls of our apartment were
way too thin for a decent spanking. Dutch was going to buy a ball
gag, just to make sure things didn't get too loud. I didn't say
anything about Caryn's incestuous history with ball gags. I
thought it would be interesting to see her expression when Dutch
presented it. I booked a young townie girl from our apartment
complex to babysit Dani for the better part of a whole day.

Then all I had to do was wait and try not to fuck Caryn or jerk
off for eight days. Let it all boil up into a big dramatic,
festering pimple.

Eight batshit-crazy days. Eight days of me piling the cruel head
games on Caryn. Eight days of my cock twitching non-stop and
making the hours at work go slooooooow. Eight days of the
creeping realization that I was actually NOT going to call Dutch
and call it off. Yes, yes I was. No I wasn't. Yes I was. No I
wasn't. Fuck! Eight days to feel that weird, jealous tornado in
my chest pick up steam and build and build while I thought about
what it would be like to sit in a chair and watch my buddy have
rough sex with my wife and the mother of my child.

Even thinking back, I can feel my spleen clinch up and burn as I
remember how emotionally all-over-the map I was during that long
week. Like I mentioned 70 thousand words ago, there's a line
between fantasizing about doing something wild and crazy and
actually going through with it, whether that line is a pedo line
or a whoring-out-your-wife line.

We all think about stuff on the other side of a "line." Most of
us don't cross the line.

I crossed it.

I told Caryn to go ahead and book three days of vacation, Monday
through Wednesday. She asked me why and a glared at her until she
nodded slowly.

"Okay," she sighed. "I guess it's time, huh?"

Sunday after dinner I took Danielle to the sitter's apartment
with a fully provisioned diaper bag. Caryn, knew it was game-on.

When I arrived back in the apartment, Caryn was bare naked and
kneeling on the living room floor. She looked so fucking good, I
wanted to fuck her senseless right then and there, but I knew I'd
never go through with taking her to Dutch if my balls were
empty.

"Get dressed," I said. "We're going out."

Caryn gave me a curious look. "Fancy or casual?"

"What's the diff?"

"I have to know how to dress," she rolled her eyes.

"Oh," I said. "I've got that taken care of." I went downstairs
into our storage area of the basement, got the box Caryn had
tried to hide from me, and brought it back upstairs to our
apartment. As soon as I walked through the door, Caryn saw the
box and looked ill.

I turned the box upside down. First the lid peeled open, then all
Caryn's secret slut clothes tumbled into the floor. I'd never
seen Caryn wear any of it before. Good thigh-high stockings with
a solid seam. A garter to hold the stockings up. A half-cup
underbra. A white leather mini-skirt and a matching crop top,
something a biker girl would wear to a pool hall. A pair of shiny
white leather stiletto stripper heels that looked impossible to
walk in.

"I'm guessing you wore these for your boyfriend," I said. "Looks
like some pretty expensive slut gear here. Not sure if I missed
all this money coming out of our bank account when we were
supposed to be saving for a down payment on a house or... or..."
I couldn't say it.

"I bought those," Caryn whispered. "He didn't buy them for me."

"Ah," I said plainly. "So you say."

"We got bonus checks from the University. Mine wasn't that big. I
didn't tell you. I spent it on clothes."

"Is that what these are? Clothes? Looks more like cock bait to
me."

"Skip, please."

"Well put 'em on."

"Skip, Sir, please. Please don't make me do this."

"Shut up and get your slutty whore ass dressed up. Now. You
didn't have any problem doing it for your boyfriend. Might as
well do it for your husband, right?"

Caryn sniffed and her eyes went glossy. She gathered the clothes
and the shoes off the floor slowly with a guilty, hang-dog
expression.

"Why were you saving them?" I asked. "You planning on using them
again with the next guy?"

Caryn sobbed out something I couldn't hear.

"What? Speak up, Bitch!"

"I said that you're right, they were expensive. I started to
throw them away, but it was just too much money to toss in the
dumpster."

"Gonna get your money's worth out of them tonight, Slut. I
goddamn-guarantee-it."

As Caryn walked into the bedroom to dress, I called, "Put on some
makeup too, Slut. Get that eyeliner nice and thick, the way I
like it."

"Yes Sir," Caryn sniffed.

A half hour later the bitch who walked out of my bedroom door and
into the apartment kitchen was so fucking sexy it hurt me to look
at her. My eyes roamed all over her trying to find a fault. She
was as perfect as a girl could be. She looked like the woman on
the cover of a Greenleaf Classic jerk novel.

Except Caryn didn't look wan and horny. Caryn didn't look very
happy at all. This pleased me.

"I bought this outfit when I was a brunette," Caryn mumbled to
the kitchen floor. She shifted her weight uneasily between the
high heels. "It doesn't look right on me with blond hair."

Caryn was wrong about that. To wear white leather anything a girl
has to be skinny, and Caryn was skinny. But as hot as a brunette
can be in white leather and dark stockings, Blondes look even
better.

"You wearing panties?" I asked.

Caryn looked at me bewildered and nodded.

"Lose 'em," I said. 

Caryn lifted her leather skirt up high, but the skirt was too
tight to flip all the way to her stomach. She fished the snaps on
her garters open and pulled her tiny thong off her bare pussy and
dropped it down over her high heels. Just the flash of her bare
pussy mound in the middle of all those sexy clothes sent
testosterone surging through me. My blood felt jagged in my
veins. My aggression started surging.

Caryn clipped her stockings back to the garter straps and danced
her short skirt back down over her curvy hips and soothed out the
wrinkles with her tiny, elegant hands. Her fingernails were long,
perfectly shaped, and painted a dark plum red.

I walked her out the door, down the stairs, and to the car
without a word. We didn't speak in the car. Caryn's eyes were all
over the place, curious about our destination. I drove slow and
cautiously, my heart hammering against my ribs. I wasn't that far
from my last shower, but I started feeling flop sweat trickling
down from my armpits. Caryn had sprayed on some perfume that
filled the interior of the car. I wondered what she'd smell like
when all that floral fragrance started mixing with the soapy sex
smell of her twat and the musk of Dutch's ballsack mixing
together as they crashed against each other.

I'd been to hotels and motels before, but I was 22. I'd never
been to a really upscale hotel before. I'd driven by it a
thousand times, but I didn't even know that the hotel Dutch
picked on the outskirts of town was an upscale businessman's
hotel.

Caryn and I walked through the lobby, her high heels echoing off
the marble floor like rifle shots. We crossed the lobby to the
elevator, but the button did not light up when I pressed it.

"Excuse me." A concierge standing behind us made us both jump.
"Are you here to see a guest?"

"Yeah," I said.

The concierge smiled and waited.

"Oh," I said. "Uh, Dutch Huleman. Room 406?"

The concierge smiled. "Of course. Sir, all our rooms are secured
to allow only guests past the lobby. If you'd step to the front
desk, I'd be happy to call Mr. Huleman and clear you to go up."

"Yeah, Sure."

Three minutes later the concierge walked us back to the elevator
and swiped a magnetic card through a security pad I'd not noticed
the first time. We waited silently for the elevator to arrive
while the concierge smirked and looked Caryn up and down. In that
moment I realized that it looked like I was delivering a hooker
or an escort to Dutch's room.

Caryn and I stepped into the elevator and the doors swished shut
in front of us.

I heard Caryn exhale in an extended, quivering breath.
"Heeeewboy," she whispered. "I don't know what you are up to
Skip, but I've got a feeling you've outdone yourself."

The elevator doors opened. I put my hand in the small of Caryn's
exposed back and steered her out of the elevator and down the
plush carpet. The hallway didn't smell like a musty Motel 6
hallway. Even the wallpaper smelled fresh and upscale.

I knocked on Dutch's door.

Dutch opened it. He'd dressed up a little. Sport jacket and
slacks. 

"Hey brudder!" Dutch was his usual easy self. He reached out to
shake my hand and then pulled me inside the room. He left the
door open and totally ignored Caryn standing by herself in the
hallway as we exchanged pleasantries.

I looked back at Caryn. "Caryn, get your ass in here."

Caryn teetered into the room on her heels. I pushed the door
closed behind her while Dutch looked Caryn up and down in big,
sweeping leers. Caryn looked as nervous as I'd ever seen her
before. She was ten times more nervous than the time I pushed her
naked into Troy's room. Her tiny knees were wobbling
involuntarily. 

"Caryn," I said flatly, "This is Dutch. I'm temporarily
transferring my ownership of you to Dutch. You're going to do
whatever Dutch says, however Dutch says it, with no hesitation.
Dutch has complete ownership rights to your whore ass, including
the right to punish you any way he gets a mind to."

"You understand the deal here, Sweetheart?" Dutch smiled at
Caryn.

"Y-y-yes sir," Caryn mumbled. Her eyes were busy sizing up Dutch,
trying to anticipate whether she was going to be fucked or fucked
up by the wide, older man in front of her.

Dutch smiled at me. "What about you, Brother? You sure you're
good with this?"

"I'm good," I said.

"Well let's shake on it and close the deal then." Dutch extended
his hand one more time. I reached out. Dutch's big hand closed
around mine. 

It was on.

"Help yourself to the room," Dutch said to me. "Minibar is
open."

For the first time I had enough awareness to realize how huge the
hotel suite was. There was a living room area with a couch and
love seat and a pair of big leather recliners. There was an
office area. The kitchen area was twice the size of our apartment
kitchen. The two big king size beds were at the far end of the
room. The ceiling was as high as a new car showroom.

"You," Dutch said to Caryn, "Roundheels. Get over here."

Caryn teetered toward Dutch.

"No sense dragging out the drama, Roundheels," Dutch said. He
swallowed Caryn in his arms and pulled her into a hard, open
mouth kiss. The HVAC vent shut off at that very moment. All I
could hear was their loud, wet mouths rubbing against each other.
After a beat, I saw Caryn kissing Dutch back as aggressively as
she was being kissed.

I swear I felt a blood vessel in my forehead pop. The jealousy
started to liquefy my internal organs.

Oh, I thought I'd seen Caryn kiss before when I smooched her with
my eyes open, but you've never really seen your spouse's kissing
technique until you're watching it in third person. Her eyes went
thin. Her hands instinctively pushed around the sides of Dutch's
lats toward his back.

Dutch broke the kiss and Caryn teetered forward and back in a
dizzy swoon. Dutch stepped back and looked Caryn over again. This
time his big mitts followed his line of sight and he felt up
Caryn's covered jugs, then her bare midrift. One of Dutch's hands
locked on Caryn's ass and the other hand scooped under her skirt
and up into her bare pussy.

Dutch smiled. He turned to me. "Sorry to tell you this, pardner,
but the slut is already sopping wet."

"Par for the whores," I nodded sadly. I turned a big lounge chair
toward the two and plopped into it. My cock was twitchy but not
rock hard. Just too nervous to be "on" full blast.

Dutch walked Caryn toward the black leather sofa across from me,
picked her up at the waist, and set her back down with her knees
digging the in the side of the couch armrest. She was facing
Dutch who stood in the floor on the other side of it.

"You ever feed this girl?" he asked me.

"Yeah, but she burns off a lot of calories running between her
boyfriends' beds."

"Hmmm," Dutch clucked. "Is that so, Roundheels? You have some
fidelity issues, Hon? Are you a slut?"

Caryn didn't now what to say, so she said, "Yes, sir."

"Aw," Dutch smiled. "Aint that sweet? Trained little Roundheel
slut knows enough to address the man that owns her with respect.
That's delightful. I'm guessing you've had some proper slut
training, haven't you?"

"Yessir."

"And I'm also guessing that your slut training probably included
some corporal punishment, too. Didntit?"

"I-I-I don't know what that word means, Sir"

Facepalm. There's a reason Caryn flunked out of School.

Dutch smirked. "Spankings? You getcha some spankings for being a
bad girl?"

"Oh!" Caryn brightened. "Yes! Yessir!"

"Who slut trained you, Roundheels?"

Caryn looked at me. "M-m-my husband."

"Really? How lovely. Just lovely." Dutch's squatted down so he
was nose-to-nose with Caryn, only the arm of the sofa between
them. "And what about your boyfriend, Roundheels? Did he train
you too?"

"No sir."

"No? Not even a little bit?"

"No sir."

"Roundheels, I'm not your boss. That man sitting in the chair
there is your boss. A good little slut knows that her husband is
her boss and she calls him 'Sir.' But, you see. I'm not your
boss. I'm your owner. I fucking bought you. Did you know that? I
paid your husband cold hard cash for your whore roundheeled slut
ass for as long as I feel like keeping you."

This was not true. Caryn's eyes got wider and more nervous. Dutch
was trying to get inside her head and he was doing an expert
job.

"So," Dutch continued. "I'm not your boss. I'm your owner. And
what does a runaround whore roundheeled slut call her owner?"

Caryn's mouth opened and closed several times.

"I asked you a question," Dutch's voice went stern and cold. 

Caryn literally shivered. "I don't know, Sir," Caryn squeaked.

"You don't know." Dutch shook his head. "What's another name for
a girl who is owned."

Caryn struggled for Dutch's answer.

Dutch's hand was as fast as a tiger paw. It was a blur. I heard
the slap hit Caryn's face, and then I saw Caryn tumble head-first
off the sofa and onto the carpet. She didn't cry out until her
legs eventually caught up with her head and folded into her.

Dutch stood up, picked Caryn back up, and tossed her back on the
couch in the same kneeling position she'd been before, this time
with hair sticking to her cheeks.

Dutch resumed his squatting position on the other side of the
sofa arm. "Let's try this one more time," Dutch said. "When a
human being is bought and owned by another human being, the owned
human being is caaaaaaaaalled... What?"

"A slave?" Caryn sniffled.

"Exactly! See, you're a roundheeled slut whore, but you're
certainly not stupid. Now, if you're a slave and I own you, them
I'm yooooour? What?"

"Master?"

"That's a good girl!" Dutch reached out to pinch Caryn's chin.
She thought she was getting slapped again and she flinched hard.

"Easy," Dutch said. "I'm a demanding Master, but I'm fair. You
were a bad slave and you got bad attention. Now you're a good
slave and you get good attention." Dutch pulled Caryn's chin
forward and gave her a lippy kiss. Then another. Then they were
both tonguing one another out in the open.

Dutch pulled back and playfully boinked Caryn on the tip of her
tiny nose with his index finger. 

"I think you're going to suck my dick now, Roundheels," Dutch
said. "What do you think?"

"Yes, sir. I mean Master." Caryn said. Maybe I've never mentioned
before that Caryn has a very sweet, very feminine sounding voice.
All that sticky eye contact that she had with Dutch, combined
with the darling little southern twang of her voice when she
called Dutch 'master,' it was kind of fun to witness, even from
my perspective of a jealous husband.

Dutch shook his head slowly. "Naw naw naw. Can't let it go. No
slip-ups allowed." Dutch raised his hand to the side of Caryn's
face. She flinched again while Dutch made her wait for her slaps.
Dutch gave her three hard stage-slaps to the cheek in a row. Pow.
Pow. Pow. If you've ever seen rough porno, you know the kind of
slap I'm talking about. Loud. They get the girl's attention, but
the sting doesn't stick to the skin for long.

"Are you going to suck my dick nice and hot, Roundheels?"

"Yes, Master."

"Say it. All of it."

"I'm going to suck your dick nice and hot, Master."

"Beg for it."

Caryn started getting caught up in the new role play. In her
mind, I was disappearing and Dutch was looming bigger and bigger.


"Please, Master," Caryn said with a sweet, pleading lilt that I
hadn't heard in a long time, "Please, please let me wrap a hungry
suck around your hot dick? Please, Master? I'll suck you so good
and hot, please?"

"That's my girl," Dutch smiled. He stood up, unzipped his slacks,
and pulled out his erect cock between the zippers. Dutch's cock
was a little shorter than mine, not much. His cockhead was
enormous. It was as big as a cat's head. Fully erect, his dick
looked like a goddamn mace.

Caryn shifted into some other gear. She licked her lips while she
stared at the big cock head twitching in front of her face. "Oh
Master," she cooed, "your dick is sooo big and beautiful. May I
please suck it? Pretty please?"

"Kiss my dick," Dutch said. "Every inch."

"Yes, Master!" Caryn said. Her painted lips stretched long and
loose and started systematically smooching all over Dutch's cock.
Dutch'e dick tip oozed out a bubble of pre-come. Caryn's kisses
picked up the precome and started weaving a zig-zagged web
between her lips and Dutch's member.

Caryn didn't even get to finish kissing the big dick head. "Lick
my cock," Dutch said. "Every inch."

"Oh yes, Master. Thank you, Master." Caryn moaned and stretched
her tongue way out and shaped the tip into a little point and
began dancing it all over Dutch's dick. She put lots of extra
licks on his dripping come hole, expertly stretching strings of
glycerin. Then she danced her pink tongue all the way down to
where Dutch's member disappeared into his zipper, where she then
extended her tongue as far as it would go into the gap where I
couldn't see. I think she licked the front of Dutch's balls
because his head snapped backwards when Caryn did that.

Caryn's tongue went from long-and-pointy to flat-and-round. She
leaned forward until she was absolutely sanding the nerves of
Dutch's cock with hard, wet, wide ice cream licks. She pulled her
head up slowly until her tongue crested the top of Dutch's big
cock head and crossed his come hole. Then her tongue turned back
into a pointy finger and zig-zagged down the side of his cock
back to the base. Her tongue flattened out again and she licked
up the sides, first one than the other. Caryn was taking the
"every inch" part of Dutch's command seriously. After painting
the front and sides of Dutch's cock with her saliva several
times, Caryn lifted her head and smiled at Dutch. When she
lowered her head, Dutch's cock head caught under her chin and she
pushed it downward as her tongue snaked back out and began
lolling all over the back of the shaft and tracing the arc of
skin right behind Dutch's cock head.

"That's a good job, Roundheels." Dutch purred. "Now beg."

I tried to remember the last time --if ever-- that I'd seen Caryn
as deep into this kind of sex role play with me. She was laying
it on pretty thick. I wasn't sure I recognized the girl I was
watching wiggle her ass on the couch in front of me. Thinking
about Caryn sexing her creepy old boyfriend with the kind of
fervor I was seeing her give Dutch made me hate her even more.

"Please, Master," Caryn drawled. "Oh please can I have that giant
fucking cock of yours in my whore mouth, Master? Oh please? I'll
suck you soooo good." Caryn dragged her pointed tongue slowly
across her top lip. The contrast of bright pink tongue glistening
across her tiny, fire engine red lip got a fair amount of
competition from the sexy show of her batting eyelashes. Caryn
was doing the porn princess act more skillfully and more
sincerely than many of the actual porn princesses I'd seen ply
their skills on videotape.

"Suck my cock," Dutch barked. "Every inch."

"Mmmm. Yes Master!" Caryn launched forward and swallowed Dutch's
cock. Just getting her tiny mouth stretched around that big
helmet head of Dutch's dick was a sight to see. Then she was
forcing her own throat deeper on Dutch's cock until her lips
brushed the opening in Dutch's slacks. It was like she was trying
to chokefuck herself before Dutch got the chance. Her sucks were
noisy and she grunted and gag-gulped over and over on the deep
sucks.

"Well aren't you, somethin'?" Dutch laughed. He turned and looked
at me. "She's quite a cocksucker, Pardner. But I'm betting money
that she's just putting on airs to piss you off right now. That
about right?"

I nodded.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." I could barely hear Dutch talk
over Caryn's noisy gag-sucks.

"You mind if I fuck this cheating bitch up the ass?"

I didn't know how to answer. I'd never fucked Caryn up the ass
before. Never really wanted to. I'd never fucked any girl up the
ass. Like most newbies, I thought that you stroked your cock into
a girl's ass hole and pulled it back out covered in a thick layer
of shit. I knew just about every minute of Caryn's sexual life
history and I didn't think she'd ever been assfucked before.

I saw Caryn actually hesitate sucking for a moment. Her eyes
opened. The "real" Caryn had heard what Dutch asked me.

"Hey," I shrugged. "You own her. You do whatever you want to
her."

Dutch looked at me suspiciously. "You ever break her ass
before?"

I shook my head. When Dutch and I were planning Caryn's rape and
he said "Break her ass," I assumed he meant "Beat her ass."

"Aw, then dude, I can't be the first to break her ass. Why don't
you tag in and break it first."

"Really? I gave her to you."

"Yeah, yeah," Dutch said, "And you're my guest. C'mon. Tag in."

"Uh, okay." I stood up and began to unbuckle my belt and unzip my
jeans."

"I would ask one favor of you, though," Dutch said. He was
starting to thrust his hips in time with Caryn's slurping suck.
"I don't want you lubing her up first. As long as we're teaching
little Roundheels here a lesson, it should be a memorable one."

"Okay," I shrugged. I pushed my boxers down and my cock sprang
hard and full.

"Whoa! Whoa!" Dutch laughed. "Whoa goddammit there, pegleg! You
neglected to tell me that you were part fucking Clydesdale!
Jesus, Pardner!" Dutch laughed hard. He looked down at Caryn.
"You've got John Fucking Holmes in your bed and you are still
running around on him, Roundheels? Fuck, you are an insatiable
little slut, aren't you?"

"Yeth Massuh," Caryn said with Dutch's cock head still bulging
her cheeks.

"Well," Dutch said, "That monster isn't going in her chute
without a little something on it." He pulled his cock out of
Caryn's jaw and ordered her off the couch and into the floor.
Caryn followed orders instantly. 

"C'mere, Pardner," Dutch waved me to him.

I stood shoulder to shoulder with him, Caryn kneeling in front of
us.

"Roundheels," Dutch said, "You've got two hands. God gave you two
hands so you could pleasure two cocks at the same time. Do it."

Caryn grabbed each of our dicks behind the head and started
jerking them both in tandem.

"Roundheels," Dutch continued, "You've only got one cocksucking
mouth, but between us, we've got four hands to keep you honest.
You better give each of us a better suck than the other. Do you
understand?"

"Yes, Master." Caryn was looking straight at Dutch and trying not
to make eye contact with me. Fucking bitch.

"You do the first honors, Pardner," Dutch said.

I nodded. "Bitch," I said. "Suck my cock."

Caryn silently slipped her mouth over my cock and started sucking
hard and fast.

"Naw naw naw," Dutch shook his head. He reached for the back of
Caryn's hair and pulled her off my cock. "Roundheels, did your
boss just tell you to suck his cock?"

"Y-yes, Master?"

"Why did you not acknowledge your boss and address him with the
respect he deserves?"

"I-I- I'm sorry, Master."

"No yer not," Dutch said. Pap! Pap! Pap! Three hard slaps to
Caryn's cheek. He gave me a wink. 

Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Four from me. Caryn's eyes wobbled with the
jaring force.

"Suck my fucking cock, you cheating slut," I barked.

"Yessir," Caryn whispered. She was back on my cock again. Dutch
looked at me and gave me a small nod. I understood. If Caryn
thought she was going to divide us, or dig into me with a super
slut sex performance on Dutch, she was in for a surprise. Dutch
and I were a team and she wasn't getting over on anyone.

Dutch cleared his throat and Caryn instantly switched her mouth
to his cock and started pumping mine with her hand.

I started really getting into the action. Caryn was a beautiful
piece of ass and she still had all her clothes on. Dutch's dick
was kind of crazy, but it made for interesting voyeurism to see
Caryn work her jaw around it as best she could while jacking my
cock. Then she'd switch off and I'd get all the warm wet suck
while I watched her left hand try and work through the logistics
of jacking a cock with a head so big she couldn't come close to
closing her tiny fingers around it. She might as well have been
trying to jack off an apple stuck on the end of a bicycle handle
bar.

"You ready to break that ass, Pardner?" Dutch asked.

"Ready," I answered. 

"Roundheels," Dutch raised his voice, "You've got thirty seconds
to make your boss's schlong drip with as much spit as you can get
to stick on it. It's all the mercy your ass is going to get for a
long stretch to come. Get busy."

Caryn furiously started gushing saliva onto my cock head and
shaft. She'd mouth-up a wave of suds and then press her lips to
my cockhead and gush it right over the top. Once my cock was
sloppy, I didn't wait. I pulled away.

"Up on the couch, Roundheels," Dutch said. "Get back in
position." Dutch stepped around the arm of the sofa like he'd
been before. Caryn crawled up and draped her tiny hands over the
padded arm and lifted her doggy-style ass high in the air.

Dutch resumed thrusting his bulbous cock in and out of Caryn's
noisy suck while I nestled the tip of my sizable cockhead in the
little pink divot of Caryn's anus. Caryn's anus wasn't as
pale-perfect as Suzie Wagner's, but ever since I'd enforced my
rigorous grooming policy, it certainly wasn't distracting. Caryn
was always very hygienic, so her bung was as squeaky clean and
soap scented as her pussy.

I didn't think it would be so difficult to push my cock into an
asshole. Where Caryn's pussy was a hungry, wet vacuum for hard
pricks, her pink bottom was a pursed dowager's mouth, clenched
and resistant to my probes. The spittle from Caryn's suck started
penetrating into Caryn's anus a little at a time, loosing the
vice. The tip of my cock face made a tiny inroad to stretching
her ass.

"Hey Pardner," Dutch said. "Gimme a heads up before you go for
broke, okay? I don't want Roundheels to bite my dick off."

I snugged deep against the warmth of Caryn's fighting asshole and
nodded. "I'm ready."

Dutch pulled his cock out of Caryn's suck and grabbed her by the
hair. He turned her face sideways toward the couch. I thought
that was odd.

Then with one long, hard push, I fed my cockhead through the ring
of Caryn's butt with one hand while I held her hips steady with a
handful of her bunched leather skirt in the other. It seemed to
take forever for my cockhead to disappear into the ring of her
pink ass.

Her ass was so much hotter than her pussy. It warmed my cockhead
and I finally understood what all the fuss was about. At least
until Caryn's face went absolutely bug eyed and she started to
cuss and yip.

THEN I really understood. I understood why Dutch turned Caryn's
face where I could see it. 

"Yow! OW! OW! Oh, slow please, Sir!" Caryn was pleading, and not
as a slut. She was pleading as a real human being in distress.
"Slower! Ow! Fuck! Owowowowowowow! Pllleaaa-- *Sob!*"

It was really something. The roleplay had been stripped away. The
acting had been stripped away. Fourteen years of dominant male
training had been washed off her face.

Caryn was real. For the first time, I saw the real Caryn. The
pain must have been a different pain than spankings and slaps,
because it didn't wave over her and dissipate. The pain pinballed
through her entire body like it was looking for an exit and
couldn't find one.

Her face scrunched into a crying jag and then she began hitching
like I'd never seen her cry. She cried like baby Dani, red-faced
and consumed by her frustration to escape the moment. Caryn's
plum fingernails dug into the soft arm of the sofa.

Dutch kept her face turned where I could see every thrust of my
cock into her tight ass ripple through her expression in another
wave of sobbing.

I know this sounds like a guy thing to say, but it was fucking
beautiful. I'd never seen Caryn completely stripped of her
defensive sex skills before. Since she was eight years old, she'd
been playing one role or another for one male or another. The
girl that was posed on her quivering elbows and knees and laid
bare before me was raw, innocent, and devastatingly beautiful in
her flowing tears.

I looked down to see that my cock was as clean on the backswing
as it was on the thrust. This wasn't so bad after all. I started
forcing my fuckstroke a few inches deeper into Caryn's ass. She
started crying louder, a throaty "gugck-gugck-gaw-gaw-gaw"
punctuated by the occasional articulation of an "Ow! Ow!
Ow-wow!"

Dutch squatted in front of Caryn's so they were face-to-face
again. "Don't say 'Ow' Roundheels. Say 'Ohhh!'"

"Ohhhh Master," Caryn's teeth were clenched. "It hurts so fucking
bad," Caryn said between sobs.

"You saw the size of my dick head, didn't you Roundheels? How do
you think that's going to feel when it rips out your little pink
split-tailed ass?"

"Oh, Master! Please no!" Caryn was slutting out the words that
were prescribed for her, but she was just so fucking real and
sincere as she said it. It was so fucking sexy it was blowing my
mind.

Dutch stood and started humping into her mouth. At first we were
jostling Caryn in two different directions, out of sync. Then we
settled on an alternate rhythm where I was thrusting her mouth
forward onto Dutch's cock and he was thrusting her ass back onto
my shaft.

I didn't give Caryn too much cock. I didn't want to bury my shaft
all the way up into her colon and tempt fate of getting messy. It
felt really nice though. Not so nice that I absolutely had to
come, but I could have squirted if I wanted too. I didn't.

Dutch shifted his hip rhythm and then we were both thrusting into
Caryn at the same time. Her tiny frame rippled inward from two
directions toward the line above her hips. First Caryn's cries
turned to grunts. Then they shifted into something more animal.
She started grunting deeper and deeper.

"Roundheels is going come," Dutch said to me. "Should we let
her?"

"Naw," I said. I popped out of her ass and watched the pink
vortex of her anus slowly stretch back to a small glistening red
gap.

Dutch pulled out of Caryn's mouth and let her collapse over the
arm of the chair. "Well, I'm ready for my first of the night.
Roundheels's suck has got my nuts boiling." Dutch walked over to
a paper bag on the kitchenette counter and walked back with some
short lengths of rope and a ball gag that had a silver ring where
the ball would go.

Dutch's fingers laced into Caryn's top buttons and stripped her
to her bra quickly. Two finger pinched at her back and her
brastrap sprang open and dropped away. Her big 38 C's were on
full display for Dutch. Dutch didn't seem impressed. He didn't
even pinch a nipple. Dutch unzipped her skirt and pulled it off,
but he left the stockings and the heels.

"I'm going to have to strap her down for this one," Dutch said.
He was pretty good with his rope skills. It didn't take him long
to tie each of Caryn's wrists behind her back to the opposing
elbow. It made a little box shape out of her arms and kept her
hands from resting over her ass where they normally did when I
tied her hands behind her back. It was a nice bondage look for
her. Efficient. Dutch pushed Caryn so that her stomach pushed
into the padded arm of the couch and she had to push her knees
into the couch to keep from tumbling forward and face-planting on
the carpet. Caryn's big round tits seemed to levitate. Her
expression was all concern.

Dutch tossed me the gag. "Strap that over her head, willya
Pardner?"

Dutch began taking the rest of his clothes off while I started
wrapping the straps around Caryn's head. I'd never even seen a
gag that had two separate straps and buckles for the back of the
head. Upscale toys from a guy obviously banking a lot more money
that I was. It took me a minute to figure out how the double
buckle worked.

"Put the ring up behind her teeth," Dutch called to me.

Before I cinched the straps, I worked the big silver ring into
Caryn's mouth and clunked it behind her teeth. I was sure that
the ring was just too big for Caryn's tiny pie hole, but once I
started making the final adjustments to the buckles, Caryn's
mouth widened and her jaw lowered even more and the ring gag
slipped into its perfect fitting behind her teeth.

"That ring is supposed to keep a bitch's mouth still so you can
slide your cock into it and fuck their bitch throat," Dutch said.
"But obviously my dickhead is too big to fit through the damn
thing. Yours too." Dutch climbed onto the couch behind Caryn. He
lifted her ass and pushed her knees apart with his big hands.
"But hey, it shuts 'em up and they get a nice drool going. Makes
for a very sexy bitch."

I took my place back in the big chair and watched. Obviously
Dutch didn't need my help for what he was about to do.

"Take Master's cock in your whoring slut ass, Roundheels," Dutch
said. He buried his dick in Caryn's ass in one swift stroke.

Caryn screamed an odd sounding scream. The gag wasn't exactly
muffling her volume, but it was affecting how she sounded things
out. Her eyes bugged in disbelief and stayed that way while
Dutch's big cock head ripped her ass. 

Literally, ripped her ass. I saw fresh blood streak his cock on
one of his back strokes.

There were no hitching sobs in Caryns mournful cry. It was one
long chesty siren of "Hhhnnnnnnuuuuuuuuuung!"

"Somethin' to think about before you run around on your husband,
Roundheels," Dutch laughed. "You may just find your runaround ass
raped by a sadistic sumbitch with a dick built for fixing
split-tailed bed-hopping whores."

"Hhhnnnnnnuuuuuuuuuung! Hnug. Nnnuhng! Hhhhnnnnnnnnnuuuuung!"

Yes, I was a little worried that Caryn was bleeding from her ass,
but it was certainly therapeutic to see her stripped of all her
slutty tricks and knowing she was internalizing and externalizing
every bit of punishment pain from my designated rapist.

"Oh yeah," Dutch said. His stroke picked up steam. He was
assfucking Caryn a lot deeper than I had. "Oh yeah. Oooooh!"
Dutch exhaled and stopped thrusting. "Whooo!" He hooted He gave
Caryn's right ass cheek three loud swats and pulled his bloody
dick out of her backside. He had come. A long sticky stream
stretched between his bloody cock and Caryn's asshole before it
snapped and tumbled all over the floor.

"She'll remember that," Dutch said. "I promise you, she'll think
about Master Dutch before running around again." Dutch strutted
to the bathroom and left the door open. I heard him pee.

Caryn looked at me, bewildered. Saliva was starting to string out
of her open jaw and onto the couch. I gave her nothing back but
ice.

The water in the sink ran for a while. It shut off and Dutch
strutted back out with a clean, wet dick and some washcloths. He
tossed the washcloths over on the nightstand beside one of the
beds. He strutted over to Caryn's collapsed body on the sofa,
picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder.

"Goddamn, I've got leather jackets that weigh more than this
bitch," he smiled at me. He walked Caryn over to the closest King
size bed. Then he shifted her into his arms and tossed her,
actually tossed her into the air so she would bounce tits-first
into the mattress.

"Oooof!"

Naked Dutch danced back to the kitchen counter and pulled out a
bunch more lengths of rope out of his magic paper bag. His soft
pecker pendulated back and forth against his thighs, spattering
little drops of after-come. He started whistling "I fall to
pieces," as he bounced his way back to Caryn.

Man, that sumbitch was good with ropes. He gathered Caryn's hair
behind her head in a ponytail wad and wrapped loops of rope
around it until it formed a solid clamp on the back of Cary's
head. (I've tried it. It's hard to get rope to clamp onto the
hair and not slip off.) Dutch stood on the bed. That was when I
noticed the thick eye bolt that he'd drilled and screwed into the
ceiling. I'd later learn that in Dutch's bondage kit he kept a
stud-finder to find the rafters in a drywalled ceiling and a
small tub of white spackle to fill the hole in the ceiling before
he left.

Dutch threaded one end of the rope attached to Caryn's pony tail
through the eye bolt and back down toward her feet in an inverted
"V" shape.

Dutch had some smaller rope, not much thicker than yarn. He
finally stripped Caryn of her stockings and shoes and tied each
of Caryn's big toes (if you'll pardon the oxymoron) together with
a two foot length. Dutch looped the ceiling rope around the
center of the toe-rope and pulled out the slack until Caryn was
pretzeled into a stomach-down backwards bend, her hair pulling
against her toes and her tits barely lifted off the paisley hotel
bedspread. Or maybe it was her toes pulling against her hair.
Dutch never stopped whistling. Caryn's arms were still pinned
square against her back. After Dutch tied off the final knot he
jumped off the bed and admired his work. 

Caryn was making uncomfortable little "Gnuh" grunts every few
seconds. To this day I'm not sure of the physics of why that
particular stress position hurts a girl. Does it feel like her
hair is being pulled out? Does it hurt the toes? Is it hard to
breathe with her lungs stretched backwards? Does it hurt the
spine? Lower back stress? Honestly. I don't give a shit. It was
damn effective.

Dutch rolled out a dry towel under Caryn's head. The saliva was
flowing rather copiously and I suppose he didn't want to soak the
bed. Dutch rolled a wet washcloth into a tight roll and forced it
down through Caryn's butt cheeks to start the healing of her
ripped ass.

"It's hot," Dutch said to me. "Remember that if you rip her ass.
Ideally you want her to straddle a hot towel while she sits in a
hot bathtub for a while to get the warm steam heat up her ass.
Promotes healing. This will have to do." Dutch smiled at me. My
cock was still at full throttle. "Hey, Pardner, pull the pressure
release pin on that thing and get dressed."

Dutch crossed to where he'd left his clothes and started pulling
them back on.

"Where we going?" I asked as I gathered my jeans and stepped into
them.

"I could use a drink. This hotel has an excellent bar and I
suspect we'll have it all to ourselves."

"Ah," I said.

Before we closed the door of the room I took one more look at my
wife, bent backwards into a stress position and struggling to
wriggle out a smidge of comfort. She could not fight it. Her
perfect, size-five feet arched into an elegant ballerina point in
the air behind her head. Her big round tits floated for a second,
just off the bedspread. then they'd lightly kiss the duvet for a
moment before some kind of pain in Caryn became too much and she
forced herself into the back arch that made her tits defy gravity
once more. She had about two inches of play that she could use to
trade a pain in one part of her for a moment of pain in another
part of her.

Magnificent. Dutch was a fucking master alright. A Bitchmaster.

I let the door thump closed. Dutch patted me on the back and we
walked toward the elevator.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We spent a couple hours in the bar, drinking for a buzz but not
getting sloppy drunk. We had work to do.

Dutch did everything right that night he raped my wife, but tying
Caryn into a stress position while we went and rebonded in the
hotel bar was pure genius.

All the jangling nerves and jealousy that had been burning
through me washed out as we relaxed in a padded booth. Things
between me and Dutch weren't as weird as I expected. It was all
good. The awkwardness of it all, the voyeurism of watching
another man kiss my wife, the being naked around another naked
dude, the butt sex... The weirdness kind of melted away with the
ice cubes in our Scotches.

I thought about Suzie Wagner and her pragmatic, non-jealous
approach to relationships. I thought momentarily about the nerve
it took for Suzie to push us into a three-way with her best
friend. I started to "get it." 

And, as I "got it," a big chunk of my irrational jealousy over
Caryn's infidelity left me.

But Dutch had only been warming up. It was time for Act Two.
Dutch settled our tab and we headed back up to the room. 

Dutch put his big mitt on my shoulder. "This is the hard part,
Pardner. We had the Socratic Method 'wake up call' in Act One.
Now we have the therapy part in Act Two, and you need to sit and
watch this part from the cheap seats. Then I'll transition her
back to you in Act Three. Hang in there."

We entered Room 406 once more. Caryn was grunting a rapidfire
"Ghung-ghung-ghung!" She was obviously in a lot of pain and
discomfort. A long band of shiny drool crested her bottom lip,
spilled into a delta fan on her chest, and crested both her
nipples in two solid, stringy waterfalls onto the towel under
her. Her eyes got big as we approached and strained to see if we
had returned with more toys or a shore leave platoon of sailors.

I dragged my voyeur chair next to the bed while Dutch took off
his clothes again. He was a hairy guy, but not a sasquatch. He
had the "batman logo" pattern of chest hair. He was wide in the
shoulders and thick in the hips. His legs weren't bulging with
muscles, but he looked as if he could squat-press a Brahma bull
if he had a mind to.

Dutch flopped naked onto the bed next to my trussed wife, on the
opposite side of the bed so he wasn't blocking my view of Caryn.
His dick was ready to go again. With his index finger he played
with the strings of Caryn's saliva, connecting them, twirling
them into webs and ladders.

"So here's where we are, Roundheels," Dutch said softly in
Caryn's ear. "I've got all fucking night and all of tomorrow to
do whatever I want with you. Hell, I don't have a sales call
until Tuesday afternoon and I could reschedule that one easily.
Now I could leave you right here for a while longer. Would you
like that? You want to be left alone for a few more hours?"

To the extent that Caryn could shake her head "no," she gave it
all she had. 

"Nuhn! Nuh!" Caryn grunted.

"You don't want to be left alone?" Dutch egged her on.

"Nuhn! Eeeeezh. Nuhn!"

"Oh. Well you know if I untie you, it just means I'm going to
fuck that runaround pussy of yours, right? Put some more cheating
miles on that twat. You know that, right Roundheels?"

"Eth! Eth!"

"And you're going to have to suck my cock more?"

"Heth! Eeeezzzh! Heth!" Fat, slow tears started cresting Caryn's
cheeks.

"Yeah," Dutch said, feigning apology. "But there's more, yasee.
You and I are going to act out your little affair for your boss
over there, Sugartits. Every little thing."

Caryn's eyes were pure disbelief. She looked baffled.

Dutch swept the hair off Caryn's forehead so I didn't miss any of
her expression. I saw it. 

"Of course," Dutch said, "If you'd rather think about it for a
while, your husband and I could go see a movie and leave you here
to--"

"Nuhng! Nuh! Nuuuuuggggh!" Caryn shook her head no as vigorously
as her tied pony tail would allow her.

"Okay then," Dutch said. "I'll untie you. But just so you know,
if I even think you are lying to me or holding out on me, I'll
put you right back where you are. Even a little lie. I'll send
your husband home and we'll try untying you again tomorrow
morning. Are we clear, Roundheels?"

"Yuh. Yuth Athah!"

Dutch untied Caryn completely and removed her ring gag. He
allowed her to recover on her back while he felt her tits up for
the first time.

"Kiss me, slut," Dutch said.

"Yes, Master." Caryn kissed him while he rubbed her ass. Without
being prompted, her little hand groped out, found Dutch's erect
dick and began pumping it under the head.

"What was your boyfriend's name, Roundheels?" Dutch asked between
wet kisses.

Caryn didn't want to say it. She knew I didn't want to hear it.
She hesitated.

"Roundheels?" Dutch's voice dropped three octaves.

"James," she whispered.

"Speak up!"

"My boyfriend's name was James, Master."

"Did you call him James? Or was it Jim? Or Jimmy?"

"James, Master."

They kissed more and Dutch let go of Caryn's ass and pushed his
wiggling fingers into her pussy. It was wet.

Dutch continued. "And what did you call him when he was pounding
away in that pussy? You didn't say 'Fuck me, James!' did you?"

"No Master. I said 'Fuck me, Jimmy.' "

"And what did `Fuck me Jimmy' call you? What was his name for
you?"

"Master, James called me 'Angel.' Almost always."

"Almost always," Dutch repeated. "And what name did he use when
his cock was hard? How did he tell you to suck his dick?"

Caryn hesitated for a beat. "Master, when Jimmy's cock was hard
and he wanted me to suck it or fuck it, he'd call me 'Little
Girl.' "

"Huh. Well suck my cock, Little Girl," Dutch said.

"Yes, Master."

"No, Little Girl. For the time being, my name is Jimmy."

"Yes... Jimmy?"

"Suck my cock, Little Girl."

"Yes Jimmy."

Caryn got down between Dutch's legs, picked up his cock, and
started slurping away at it with gusto.

"Is that how you sucked Jimmy's cock, Little Girl?"

"Yes, Jimmy," Caryn said with a mouthful of wet cock.

"You sucked your boyfriend like a total slut whore?"

"Yes, Jimmy. I can't help it. I like to suck cock."

"Did your boyfriend Jimmy call his penis a cock? Or a dick? Or
what?"

"A cock," Caryn slurped. "Jimmy called it a cock."

"And how big was Jimmy's cock. Was it a big one?"

"No, no Jimmy. It wasn't very big at all."

"As big as your boss's cock?"

"Oh, no. Jimmy's cock wasn't half as big as my husband's cock."

"As big as my cock?"

Caryn pulled her suck off Dutch's cockhead with a pop. She
pointed to a spot five inches from the base. "This big," she
whispered.

"Thick?" asked Dutch.

"A little." Caryn went back to sucking Dutch's cock.

"When you were first alone with your boyfriend, what did you do?
Did you kiss?"

"Yes, Jimmy. We kissed a lot before anything else started."

"Was your boyfriend a good kisser?"

Caryn hesitated again.

"Roundheels! I'm not going to warn you again."

"Yes, my boyfriend Jimmy was an excellent kisser."

"Better than me?"

"Mmmn. You are a good kisser too, Master Jimmy."

"I asked you a question. Which one of us is a better kisser?"

The fact that Dutch was speaking in present tense was not lost on
me. The immediacy of it all started ripping at my heart again. I
felt the toxic burn of jealousy start back through my bloodstream
once more.

"He's a better kisser," Caryn huffed. "I'm sorry. Don't hurt
me."

"As long as you tell the truth," Dutch said.

"I won't lie, Master Jimmy," Caryn said sadly.

"Is he a better kisser than your boss."

"Yes, Jimmy."

Pow! No hesitation at all. She didn't even think about it. God,
that ripped a hari-kari knife through my guts. I started to
smolder with anger again.

"Rank your three kissers," Dutch said. "From worst to best."

If I had a pause button that I could have pressed to stop the
whole evening, I would have slapped it like a bad girl's ass
right then and there. I did not want to hear the answer to
Dutch's cruel question.

"My husband. You. My boyfriend."

Again with the present tense. Not "ex boyfriend," but "my
boyfriend." Fuck me runnin'. The jealousy was killing me. Almost
as bad as being told I placed dead last in a kissing contest with
both her creepy old lover and her designated rapist.

Dutch didn't wait. "What happened after the kissing? Did your
boyfriend make you suck his dick?"

"No, Master Jimmy. The other Jimmy, my boyfriend Jimmy, he always
wanted to suck my nipples for a long time. Suck and bite. My
boyfriend loved my titties."

"Oh I'm sure he still loves these tits."

"Yes, Jimmy. My boyfriend loves my tits."

Again with the present tense. Jesus.

Dutch lowered down and began working Caryn's hard nipples over
with his mouth. He clamped the bright pink buds in his teeth and
stretched them so I could see it. Caryn rolled back and forth on
her back and began to stroke her fingers through Dutch's hair
while he worked her nubile jugs over.

"Then what?" Dutch mumbled with a mouth full of tit.

"He sucked a lot longer than that," Caryn moaned.

"Then what?" Dutch repeated sternly.

"Then my boyfriend Jimmy slid down and licked all over my
pussy."

Dutch took his cue. He pushed Caryn's legs wide apart with a firm
grip behind each knee. I saw every lap and twirl of his tongue
over Caryn's clit as she arched and gasped. Dutch went to town.
He started getting into it and grunting with hungry pleasure.

As a veteran of licking Caryn's pussy when she's horny, I knew
that it was hard to keep up with all the pussy sugar that poured
out of her, even before she squirted. It's unreal how much flow
could gush from that fuckhole, even before she ejaculated.

"That feel good, Little Girl?"

"That feels great, Jimmy. Can you please put some fingers in my
hole?"

Dutch slid two big fingers up into Caryn's fuck hole. I could
tell from his wrist that he was walking them against her top
G-spot in a come-hither motion. "You like having your pussy
licked, Little Girl."

Caryn was breathing deep. "Oh I love it, Jimmy. You lick a good
pussy, Jimmy."

"Whose the best--"

Caryn didn't even wait for Dutch to finish asking the question.
"My boyfriend Jimmy is the best pussylicker," she moaned. "Ever.
Of all boys I've ever had."

"That good?" Dutch mumbled from the slight pink folds of Caryn's
bare muff.

"Incredible!" Caryn was having a hard time keeping her breath.
She was on her way to an orgasm for sure.

"What makes your other boyfriend Jimmy such a good pussylicker?"

"I don't know, Master Jimmy. I can't describe it. He does
something with the flat of his tongue. He kind of grinds it on my
clitty. It feels amazing."

"You come on your boyfriend's tongue?"

"Yes, Master Jimmy."

"How many times?"

"Every time, Master Jimmy."

"How many times is every time, Little Girl?"

Caryn gasped and moaned. I knew that moan. She was going to blow
happy juice right up into Dutch's nose any second. 

"M-m-maybe seven... OH! Yes. Maybe seven times, Master Jimmy?"

"You had seven sex sessions with your boyfriend?"

"Eight," Caryn panted. "I sucked him off once in a car."

"Seven times in his bed?"

"Yes, Jimmy."

"You ever sex your boyfriend in your boss's bed?"

"Absolutely not, Jimmy. Never." Caryn was panting hard. She
should have come already.

"And he licked this pussy seven times?"

"Ohhhhh Gawd. Mmmmm! Yessss, Jimmy."

"And you came on your boyfriend's tongue every time?"

"Yes, Jimmy."

"Well show me. Come for me, Little Girl."

Caryn's ankles started shaking.

"Y-y-you want me to show you? Exactly how I came, Jimmy?" Caryn
panted.

"Did I stutter, Little Girl?"

Caryn unexpectedly leaned up on her elbows and pulled her waist
out from under Dutch's lapping tongue. In a matter of moments she
pushed him flat on the bed and straddled Dutch's face as she
leaned up and started sucking Dutch's dick.

"This was how you did it?" Dutch asked as a he leaned his chin
upwards to get a tongue on Caryn's dancing pink pussy above his
mouth. "Your boyfriend put you in 69?"

Caryn slurped out words between sucks. "No Jimmy. I just did it.
I could never wait to get his hard dick in my mouth. I was so
horny I wanted to suck cock. I wanted to come with a hard cock in
my jaw."

Caryn shut up and started deepthroating Dutch hard and fast.
Dutch shut up and grabbed both of Caryn's ass cheeks and pulled
her pussy down on his waggling tongue.

Caryn's heels started quaking again. Then her knees. Then her
elbows. Her grunts turned into a solid moan and her suck went on
pause while she trashed. I saw the spray of her hard orgasm dump
all over Dutch's chin and neck. She howled a long
"Gnnnnnnuuuuuh!" exhale around Dutch's big cockhead. 

Wow. It was a great orgasm to watch in third person.

Dutch bench-pressed Caryn up and off him by her hips. He looked
over at me. He blinked slowly.

"You could have warned me that she was a squirter, man. I just
about drowned here."

"Now you know," I shrugged.

"I'm sorry, Master Jimmy," Caryn panted.

"You're fine, Little Girl. You're fine," Dutch reassured her.
"What next?"

"Fucking," Caryn panted. "Missionary, then me on top."

"Every time? You did it with your boyfriend that way every
time?"

"Twice he bitch fucked me instead of me being on top."

"Did you come when he doggy fucked you?"

"No, Jimmy."

"Never?"

"Never ever, Master Jimmy."

"Don't lie to me, Little Girl."

"No fucking way I'd lie to you, Master Jimmy. No more rope.
Please. I won't lie. My boyfriend Jimmy's cock wasn't long enough
to hit my slut spot for doggy fucking."

Dutch was twitching a raging hardon, but he waited for Caryn to
catch her breath. They started kissing and rubbing tongues again
for a long while. My erection was killing me by that point. I
wanted Dutch to hurry the fuck up and get to "Act Three,"
whatever that was.

Dutch rolled up between Caryn's legs and positioned his giant
cock head right at the entrance to her fuck hole.

"Say it, Little Girl," Dutch growled. "Say it just like you said
it for him."

"Oh fuck me, Jimmy. Please fuck me."

And Dutch did. Caryn's head rocked back and her tits seemed to be
trying to levitate her up off the bed like weather ballons. Caryn
was responsive and grinding her hips to every stroke. 

"Move that ass, Little Girl," Dutch hissed.

"Oh yes, Jimmy. Fuck me, Jimmy!"

Caryn popped again, unusually quick for her second orgasm and not
very messy. She'd already spent most of her squirting orgasm
juice in Dutch's mouth.

Dutch was definitely enjoying himself. He didn't stop pounding
Caryn's twat when she made her wobbling orgasm cry. She shifted
into the "uhn-uhn-uns" as she endured Dutch's steady fuck
domination.

Dutch pulled out and flopped on his back. He patted his thighs.

"C'mon, Little Girl," Dutch said. "Climb up on Jimmy's cock and
show your boss how you fucked the come out your boyfriend."

Caryn and I never fucked with her on top. We had experimented
with 69ing a few times and abandoned it for taking turns being
selfish. (Or rather, ME being selfish.) But she had never fucked
me cowgirl before. 

She had definitely fucked somebody cowgirl though. She looked
like a porn princess as she straddled Dutch's wide hip. Her rear
leg was folded back on itself and her forward leg (toward me)
arced up and ended in a perfect ballet curled toe point into the
mattress. She worked Dutch's cockhead into her hovering pussy
like a pro, spreading his pre-come all over her giant clit before
pushing Dutch's shaft back toward her fuck hole and dropping her
upturned knee. Her little hands both looked like baby hands as
they pushed down on Dutch's wide chest, steadying the drop of her
pussy onto Dutch's hard pole. 

Caryn bottomed out. Her eyes went thin and her chin dipped
against her chest, sending the cascading curtains of her long
golden hair closing over her face. 

She grumbled and grunted. Her hips swiveled in a grinding circle
and Dutch's big cockhead botttomed out somewhere deep in Caryn's
pussy. Caryn swayed up and down, still masked by all that hair in
her face.

Then she did a little dip from her tits and hips and her face
splashed up through all that hair as her nose and chin pointed at
the ceiling and she began riding Dutch like a trotting horse. 

Oh, that hair. She whipped it left. She whipped it to the right.
Platinum strands would splash across her mouth and catch for a
moment on Caryn biting her wet bottom lip. Then it was all in
motion again: a gleaming, flashing hypnotist's watch. Don't ever
let anyone tell you that hair isn't one of the sex organs. On a
pretty girl, it most certainly is.

Caryn didn't ride Dutch for very long before he shut up his bed
talk and started gasping his own pre-orgasmic breaths. His head
lolled and Dutch grunted hard. His hands closed on Caryn's hips
and he pulled her down hard into his upthrust over and over,
their pelvises absolutely demolishing one another. Then Dutch
gave an exorcism growl of "Fuuuuuuuuuck!"

Somewhere in the deep plumbing of my wife, Dutch's sperm gushed
hard and hot while Dutch spewed a verbal accounting of every
profanity he knew.

Sweaty Caryn rolled off Sweaty Dutch and they panted next to one
another.

I suppose there could have been more to "Act Two." I suppose
Dutch could have pumped Caryn for more details. Bitch fucked her.
Pried more humiliating "who was the best ________?" questions out
of her.

But I got what I needed. Dutch was right. Seeing Caryn act out
what little I saw was enough insight into her time in the creepy
old fuck's bedroom that there was no doubt what had gone down. It
wasn't Memorex, but it was close enough to scratch all he itchy
question marks that were infecting my brain.

Mission accomplished.

"Hey Pardner," Dutch panted. "For the love of fuck. Tag in and
fuck this roundheeled runaround bitch, willya?"

And that's exactly what I did. I had my clothes off in seconds.
Dutch rolled off and made himself a drink from the minibar while
I put Caryn on all fours and bitchfucked her with the hardest
erection I can ever remember having. I could smell Dutch's sweat
on Caryn and it just made me want to pound her even harder to
wash it away with my sweat.

The first thing I saw when I looked down was the swollen red welt
that had formerly been the divot of Caryn's pink anus. Dutch and
I had done a number on her ass.

Below Caryn's puckered bum, my cock sloshed through the wettest
fuck I'd ever pounded out of Caryn. Her pussy was flowing, but I
could also see swirls of Dutch's come mixing with the pussy
juice. A mere 24 hours before, if you'd told me that I'd have
another guy's come on my cock, I'd have been grossed out. But in
the moment, 40,000 years of evolutionary programming kicked in
and I just fucked Caryn THAT much harder to get my come to
overwhelm Caryn's tubes instead of Dutch's. 

Weird, but true.

Caryn's tits swung wildly underneath her jostled frame. Caryn
yipped under the impact of my pelvis crashing against her ass.

She started her pre-orgasmic grunts.

My entire skin - scalp to shins - started to bubble and fry with
the electric suppression of my aching balls.

"OH, Sir! I'm cum-cum-cominggggggg!" Caryn squirted warm pussy
jets all over my balls. It was so very unusual for her to pour
that much after the first time. Much less the third time. 

That was it for me. The muscles in my glutes twanged like banjo
strings breaking and the surge of contractions closed in on the
base of my cock shaft and I pumped my hot come into Caryn over
and over and over. I didn't realize I had stopped breathing until
my come squirts kept jetting into Caryn's cunt for so long I got
dizzy.

Caryn collapsed face down in the bed. I pulled out of her
sperm-slopped cunt and stumbled backwards into my voyeur chair
beside the bed.

A fresh bottle of beer hissed to life behind my head and Dutch
lifted a brown bottle over my shoulder and into my hand. He
cracked the cap on another and walked it to the collapsed heap of
ass and hair that was my wife.

"Oh, bless you, Master," Caryn croaked. Her little fingers closed
around the neck and she leaned up on an elbow long enough to take
a long glugging swig. "My mouth was sandpaper."

"Didn't feel like sandpaper to me, Sugar," Dutch smiled and
patted Caryn's naked, upturned ass.

Dutch grabbed his glass of Scotch and ice and sat on the edge of
the bed next to Caryn's legs and sipped with one hand while he
rubbed her ass and thighs with his other hand. Dutch's dick still
hung limp, but I knew from the sly smile on his face that he
wasn't done with Caryn.

"She's really beautiful, Pardner," Dutch said to me. 

"That she is."

"Fuck. I mean look at her feet. Even her feet are perfect. Nobody
has perfect feet."

I nodded. "Venus feet."

"I was always partial to the tiny girls with big knockers," Dutch
said, squeezing Caryn's ass cheeks.

"Me too," I said. "Not sure why, but I like 'em tiny."

"Small girls stay younger looking longer," Dutch said.

I nodded. "Maybe that's it."

"And this pussy. Christ! Do you put a battery in that thing? It's
so pink it almost hurts my eyes. I got a feeling that this sweet
thing will still be hotter than a two-peckered billygoat when
she's 50."

The corner of Caryn's mouth hitched into a little smile. She was
eating up all the compliments.

Old Man Me sighs and my heart breaks. Dutch was probably right,
but Caryn died before I got to put that to the test.

Caryn finished her beer and Dutch took the bottle away from her
before she could stretch out and place it on the nightstand.

"Good, the bottle is still cold," Dutch said. He pressed the neck
of the cold beer bottle into the crack of Caryn's ass and pressed
it against her battered asshole.

"Guh!" Caryn arched backwards.

"That hurt, Sugar?" Dutch asked.

"No. Feels good," Caryn said. "Just cold."

"You guys ready for a shower?" Dutch finished his drink with a
long slurp.

"Yes, Master," said Caryn.

"You guys go ahead," I waved.

"Sure, Pardner? Room for all of us in the shower. It's a stadium
in there."

"Naw, you two go first. I'll be in after I finish my beer."

"Okey-dokey," Dutch said. "C'mon, Sugartits." Dutch patted
Caryn's ass again and she rolled off the bed as Dutch stood.
Dutch wrapped his arm around her shoulder. That was the first
time I saw the perspective of tiny Caryn standing next to wide
Dutch. It made her look even more petite. Dutch put his arm
around Caryn's shoulder and Caryn put her little hand on Dutch's
ass cheek and they walked off into the bathroom like a couple
that had been together for years.

The shower hissed.

I had a second beer. I opened a third. I started recovering from
my strenuous fucking and the sweat on my back evaporated. A
shower didn't seem like such a bad idea.

There was no sound coming from the open bathroom door except for
the sizzle of of the shower water, so I knew Dutch and Caryn were
up to something.

As Dutch described, the shower stall was big enough for five. It
had two rain-type shower heads dropping from the ceiling and five
steamy side sprays. A white fog of steam hovered over the marble
floor. I could see enough through the steamy glass door to know
Dutch was winding up for another go. Caryn was busy working a
lather of soap all over Dutch's dick. Her tits had been well
soaped under Dutch's hands as well.

Dutch put his hand on Caryn's shoulder and pushed her down to her
knees. Caryn discarded the soap in her hand and used both of her
little grips to wipe and rinse the suds away from Dutch's member.
Her mouth took Dutch's cock head once more.

Neither noticed me standing on the other side of the fogged
glass. This wasn't a performance, this was real sexual
communication between the two and I was experiencing rare, honest
voyeurism. 

Caryn was beautiful. The shape of her wet hair followed her
skull, neck, and shoulders as if it had been combed into
perfection by a movie production assistant. She was trying to
look up at Dutch's eyes the best she could, but the side spray
jets from the shower made it difficult for Caryn to keep from
squinting. She was trying really hard.

Dutch was around three-quarters hard. Caryn had a mouthful to
work. Dutch kept a wide stance and loomed tall with his shoulders
back and his hands confidently on his hips like a Roman soldier
being serviced by a slave girl.

It wasn't weird to see naked dudes in a porno (except maybe Ron
Jeremy). The weirdness of being in the same room as another naked
dude wasn't as goofy as I expected it to be. Dutch and Caryn
looked good sexing each other. I appreciated the symmetry of
their respective genders; Dutch all sharp angles and Caryn all
curves and globes.

I knew my wife was beautiful, but hey, she was my wife yaknow. It
was easy to take her feminine features for granted when I saw
them every day. 

Watching my wife suck Dutch's cock in the spray of that shower
from my fly-on-the-wall, invisible perspective... God damn. It
was hot. The jealousy was gone. I stopped being bugged and
started being entertained. A good show put on by two good looking
people going at it is a good show, even if one of the players is
your spouse.

Dutch eventurally looked over and noticed me watching them. He
slid the door open. "C'mon in, Pardner," he smiled. "The water
and the cocksucking are fine!"

"Naw. I'm digging the show."

"Well I'm starting to prune and so is Sugartits," Dutch said. "If
you don't want in, I'm going to dry her off and move the show
back to the bed."

"Do it," I said.

Caryn carefully stood while Dutch powered off all the water
knobs. I handed Caryn a big white towel. She wiped her face dry
and leaned up and kissed me. Hard. Hard and hot. She batted her
eyelashes at me and started drying off again.

Nice gesture. "I know you're still here and I love you." I got
it.

Dutch left the bathroom. Caryn stayed to blow her hair dry with
the underpowered little hotel unit attached to the bathroom wall.
I stepped into the shower and started turning levers until I had
a decent spray going and I soaped up my sweaty pits and balls.

Caryn powered off the hair dryer and I watched her sit on the
toilet and pee. She motioned for me to hurry up and she left the
bathroom.

I took my time finishing my shower. I knew Dutch and Caryn were
getting busy on the bed. The longer I resisted the urge to step
out and WITNESS EVERYTHING, the more residual cancer of jealousy
I radiated away.

I trusted Dutch. Crazy as it sounds, I realized I trusted Caryn
too.

I finished showering. I dried off. I walked out to see Dutch
sitting on the couch and Caryn slurping away at his erect cock.

I sat next to Dutch and Caryn moved between us. Once more she
jacked both our cocks while she took turns sucking right and then
sucking left. It was more comfortable to sit and relax while
Caryn worked us.

Dutch turned to me. "A load in her ass. A load in her cunt. All I
need is one in her mouth and I'll have the trifecta."

"I think she wants that as bad as you do," I nodded at Caryn.
"Bitch, you want to taste your Master's come?"

"Oh hell yeah!" Caryn smiled. "I want to taste my Master and I
want to taste my boss's hot come too. I want both flavors of the
men who own me in my mouth at once." She was definitely sucking
both of us hard, working for our come and not teasing to keep the
night going.

"The men who own me." I wasn't sure if Dutch had said something
to Caryn, or if Caryn was just transitioning through "Act Three"
all on her own. "The men who own me." Yeah, she was coming back
to me.

Caryn had been through the ringer that night, but the Caryn on
her knees in the floor between us was having some fun. 

"You two are really making me work for it," Caryn smiled as she
transitioned from sucking me to sucking Dutch.

"That's the life of a sex slave, Sugartits," Dutch smiled back to
her. "You want my big cock back in your ass?"

Caryn started to say "NO!" but stopped herself as she was shaping
the word. "Anything my Master wants," Caryn said. "My Master owns
me."

"So does your boss," Dutch said.

"Yes, thank you Master," Caryn said between wet schlurps of
Dutch's cockhead. "The only thing better than being owned by a
strong man is being owned by two strong men."

"After I renounce your ownership," Dutch said to Caryn, "You
better think of more constructive ways to let your boss know you
are hungry for attention. You get caught running around on your
boss again, and he brings you back to me? Sugartits, you aren't
going to know what hit you."

Caryn nodded. "Yes, Master. I was a stupid runaround whore
because I didn't talk to my boss first about what my runaround
pussy wanted. I'm a stupid bitch."

Okay, so that was a little thick, but I appreciated that Caryn
was trying to mend fences with me. Nice touch.

Dutch stood up and all three of us walked back to the sex bed.
Dutch stood around one corner of the bed and I stood by the side.
That way we could put Caryn on her hands and knees on the corner
of mattress between us while we stood in front and back of her.

We both double-teamed her again, only this time pounding her
pussy and mouth instead of her ass. Acting, schmacting. Caryn was
totally into it. Her pussy was a fountain of slippery slut juice.
She grunted on the fuckstroke and moaned against her suckstroke.

Dutch trained her to pivot on her right knee and spin
counter-clockwise. Instead of Caryn staying put and both of us
trading mouth for pussy or pussy for mouth, Dutch smacked her ass
and barked "Switch!" and Caryn twirled around on one knee and
went right back to sucking Dutch while I slid my cock into her
well-fucked and stretched twat. After a few minutes I slapped
Caryn's ass and said "Switch!" and it went back and forth.

Caryn came first on Dutch's steady bitchfucking. Her pussy made a
respectable ejaculation. We didn't let her rest.

Caryn also came second, this time on my deep bitchfuck pounding.
Again, a little quake. A little spray. We put her right back to
work.

Caryn and I came next almost simultaneously while she was sucking
me hard and Dutch was pounding her cunt. It was an ear-spinner
for both of us.

I sat in the voyeur chair while Dutch orderd Caryn's knees on the
floor and he walked his cock into her waiting mouth. Minutes
hater he finally let loose with his third orgasm of the night. 

Before he squirted, Dutch stepped back half a step and said, "On
your tongue. I want to see every sperm on that tongue before it
goes down your throat."

Then the jets of white fired onto Caryn's outstretched, waiting
tongue and she made a big show of keeping the sperm on her tongue
for a long time before she finally had to start gulping it down.
She moaned playfully and kept her eyes locked on Dutch's eyes.
There were plenty of extra cum splashes on Caryn's face and chin
and she pulled them slowly to her lips with her index finger. She
moaned and snaked a hungry pink tongue tip into the white
droplets, slowly rotating the tip of her finger to deposit every
single sperm onto her taste buds. Then Caryn's tongue reeled
Dutch's come behind swollen lips, lips that closed to seal
Dutch's essence into a hungry swallow.

It was come-play right out of a porn movie. Caryn missed her
calling. 

Dutch looked at his watch. This prompted me to look at my watch.
It was a little after three in the morning. Caryn had been
Dutch's sex slave for almost nine hours.

"Alright," Dutch sighed. "That's a night, kids. Shake my hand and
take your bitch back." Dutch extended his hand.

I didn't shake it. "You sure? You want to keep her overnight?" I
asked.

"Naw. We just spent all evening clearing out the secret shit
between the two of you. Last thing you need is to put more 'What
ifs' back between your ears. C'mon." Dutch lifted his hand again
and I shook it.

I told Caryn to get dressed. Dutch went to pee. I pulled my
clothes on as well.

I had Caryn kiss Dutch goodbye and she did. Warmly.

Caryn took the loud walk of shame across the hotel lobby to the
delight of the smirking concierge. "I've gotta take these heels
off," Caryn complained. "They are killing my ripped ass when I
walk." 

"Keep 'em on, bitch," I mumbled to her. "Serves you right."

Our hands came together and locked tight for the first time in
forever.


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Doming Daughter Dani   Part 28 of 51   SHARIN' CARYN

By Dutchboy

copyright: This work is released under the Creative Commons
Attribution Only (CC BY) License. You can copy it, paste it,
change it, try and get some other fool to pay you money for it. I
don't care. Just acknowledge my original authorship and if you
change anything, be upfront about the fact that you changed it.
If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss your ass.

Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some
pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

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This is a Fast Forward.

- Caryn and I managed to heal up our infidelity issues and move
on with our life. I finally fell in love with my wife. In many
respects we were still mismatched. She watched too much TV and
lived her life around the fortunes of sitcom characters. I read a
lot of books on chemical engineering and went back to college at
nights to pick up some chemistry basics. But... yaknow... love is
funny. After her ordeal with Dutch I felt Caryn's loyalty as
viscerally as I could feel my own foot. I needed loyalty. I got
loyalty.

- Dani grew.

- Caryn's asshole took a lot longer to heal than our marriage.
Just when it would finally stop bleeding when she pooped and we
thought Dutch's calling card was in the past, it would rip out
again. After six months I made her go to a doctor and she ended
up getting a couple of stitches in her pooper. That fixed her
ripped ass once and for all. It also embarrassed the hell out of
her, which was great.

- Dani grew.

- Caryn's depression issues faded. She got better. We got better.
I got raises at work. Caryn got raises at work. We scraped
together the down payment on a starter home.

- My girlfriend Amber graduated and left town for a TV station
job in San Diego. I hate to admit it, but my marriage improved
when I stopped fucking my part-time pussy.

- Dani grew.

- My lawyer sent a letter to Maxine. Eight months later we
received a reply back from somebody's lawyer that said --
essentially -- "Thanks for acknowledging your paternity. We don't
really want to deal with you right now, but we reserve the right
to fuck with you in the future." Fine by me. Every month that
went by without me cutting a custody check was a gift.

- Dani grew.

- Sex with Caryn was good. Great even. I kept up all my Dom
duties, including making her kneel and beg to come to my bed and
night and asking permission to leave my bed in the morning. But
after the big high of her affair and the episode with Master
Dutch, regular old nasty married sex seemed kind of
anti-climatic, if you'll pardon the pun.

- Before Dani turned five, we bought our first house. Dutch
brought us some champagne and walked the "Ten Step Tour." You
could see every room in the whole house in ten steps. (An
exaggeration, but not much of one.) Caryn ended up on her knees
between us again, sucking us both as we sat on our couch. I
creamed my load in Caryn's mouth. Dutch asked me if he could fuck
Caryn and I let him. He slutfucked her missionary, again on the
living room couch. Caryn came and Dutch spermed her twat. It was
a damn good time. Caryn walked around the house humming for two
days afterwards.

For weeks after Dutch's encore, Caryn and I had bedtalk almost
exclusively focused on her talking about what a good fuck Dutch
was. I wanted her to make me jealous. It sparked my animal brain
into another gear and I deep-dicked Caryn in an homage to my
constantly-horny teenage self. Caryn liked the game, and she
liked the pounding her pussy took when we were playing it.

One evening after Dani was put to bed, Caryn came to me while I
was working a circuit board project at my workbench in the
basement and she asked if we could talk.

"Shoot," I said.

"No, I mean talk talk. Upstairs. Official husband and wife
talk."

I asked if something was wrong. She assured me it was not. I
unplugged my soldering iron and followed her upstairs to the
kitchen table.

"I don't want to make you mad. I'm just trying to communicate
with you," Caryn said. She rubbed the back of my hand on the
table. "I'm trying not to have a fight."

"Uh, I have no idea where you are going with this."

"I know. This is hard to say. I... Well... You know when Dutch
was over last week?"

"Of course?"

"Skip, how do I say this?"

"You don't want to be whored out to my friends any more," I
answered flatly.

Caryn looked at me and smiled. "No, Skip, I'm trying to say the
exact opposite."

"You want to fuck Dutch more?"

"Well, yes and no. Dutch is great... Well, aside from ripping my
asshole in half and tying me into a pretzel for four hours--"

"Two hours," I corrected.

"Too many hours," Caryn continued, "Aside from that, being the
party favor for you two is a lot of fun. A lot of fun. When you
two put me on the bed that time and you were spinning me between
sucking and fucking your cocks? Remember that?"

"Vividly."

"Do you have any idea how many times I masturbated to that
memory? Hundreds of times. That was like the best sex of my
entire life. And it wasn't really about Dutch, so much as it was
being under the command of two really strong guys at the same
time. Skip, that night was awesome. My ego was the size of the
Goodyear blimp when you two were fucking me senseless. It's just
so much goddamn fun to get fucked while I'm sucking a hard
cock."

I said nothing. I tried to process what she was saying.

Caryn continued, "When Dutch was here last week, it really
sparked my sex ego all over again. It brought it all back. I've
had a wet pussy almost constantly since then."

Caryn took a deep breath. "Look, there's this salesman from
Cisco, one of our wholesalers for Campus Food Services, and he's
cute as fuck. He's been eying me and flirting with me for the
last year. And yesterday... Don't get mad, Dutch, hear me out...
Yesterday I had this thought of 'Wow. I could totally fuck that
guy and it might mean that I get to be a bitch sandwich for hubs
and Dutch one more time.' "

"Uh oh," I grimaced.

"No," Caryn smiled. "No, Mr. Suspicious. I didn't DO it. I just
thought about it. And then I thought... 'Why the fuck do I have
to put my marriage in jeopardy when maybe all I really need to do
is talk to my husband about maybe having another guy with us once
in a while. Maybe not Dutch specifically. Dutch is fine, but
there's nothing really special about Dutch besides the fact that
he's familiar and that big cockhead of his rubs the slut-button
in the top of my pussy."

"You want to be a swinger? You want to swap?"

Caryn hedged. "Ehhhnnn... I don't know so much about 'swap.' I
want you to be part of anything. I want you there. The thought of
being given to a stranger or another couple without you being
there scares the shit out of me. Swinger? I guess. I guess that's
what I'm thinking. I just thought of it more as an adventure." 

"If you get two dicks, then I get two pussies," I said.

Caryn laughed. "Uh, yeah! You never needed my okay for that
before didja?"

"I mean at the same time. You and another girl at the same
time."

"I know what you mean, Skip." Caryn sighed. "Fine, bring her
over. I'll try not to be insanely jealous as long as she's not a
bitch to me. Hell, I'm surprised you never brought us together
before to punish me or something."

Took me that long to figure out that Caryn thought I meant sexing
Amber and her at the same time.

I laughed hard. "No! Jesus! She's been gone forever. Years!" I
lied.

"Really?"

"She moved to the West Coast years ago!"

"Oh," said Caryn flatly. "Well then who are you talking about?"

"I don't fucking know," I laughed. "Just somebody. You get a boy,
I get a girl. Why? Who are YOU talking about? Mr. Cisco?"

Caryn smiled. "No. Trust me, I fantasized about you two while I
was in the shower just this morning, but I know better than to
shit where I eat. Nobody from my work."

"Then who are you thinking about?"

"Hell, I don't know, Skip! Isn't that something you can handle?
You didn't have any problem rounding up a tag team before. Put a
personal ad in the paper? Maybe you know somebody else? Hell, I
dunno how this works. You know what I like."

I nodded. I knew what she liked.

God. All that fucking honesty. It was great. I was a lucky guy. 

They say that "swinging" or "the lifestyle" will end a bad
marriage and strengthen a good marriage. I guess that's true.

In the three years between when Dani started kindergarten and
just after she turned eight, I set Caryn up with four different
guys. It was a college town. Finding young horny dudes who wanted
to fuck a hot 25 year old submissive knockout was like shooting
fish in a barrel.

Those adventures with Caryn and her boys are fodder for a another
series of true jerk stories. I won't go into details in this one.
We lucked into four really cool guys. Never had a creep or a
crazy. We usually had three or four "adventures" with each guy,
but Caryn was really hot for one of the guys so we had six
adventures with him before I cut her off.

Each guy spawned a hundred slutty bedtime sex sessions between
just Caryn and I. It drove me to animal frenzy to hear her go on
about the delicious taste of Trevor's come while I fucked her. Or
have her purr around a slurpy blow job about how Christopher's
cock seemed to curve "just the right way" to make her pussy cream
so hard when it rubbed the slut spot in the deep, deep, very
deep, back of her pussy.

Good times. Good times.

I never had my two girl adventure with Caryn though. Just never
came together. We talked about it all the time. But all of
Caryn's friends were work friends. You couldn't find a quality
bitch for double-sucking in the Classifieds of the student
newspaper. Hundreds of coed cuties were looking for their first
lesbo experiment, but nobody looking to share a husband with a
married hottie.

C'est la vie.

So... Finally... This brings us to Dani. My daughter. The girl I
groomed into my sex toy.

There was actually some overlap in the timeline when Caryn was
getting double-teamed by the local boys and when I started to
groom Danielle in earnest, but the pedos are all chapter-skipping
to get to this part so I tried to keep the pedo part of the story
all together in one spot. 

Here we go.


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Doming Daughter Dani   Part 29 of 51   GROOMING DANI PART ONE

By Dutchboy

copyright: This work is released under the Creative Commons
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If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss your ass.

Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some
pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

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Seems kind of pointless to describe Little Baby Girl Dani because
she was such an anonymous little bologna loaf as a baby and her
toddler years. But maybe you pedos care.

First off, when Danielle was lifted into my arms for the first
time, I immediately thought she was albino and nobody else in the
delivery was commenting on it. Her skin was SO pale. I asked a
nurse and the nurse laughed and assured me that Danielle was not
an albino. 

"How can you be sure?" I asked. "Isn't there some kind of test
you can run?"

All the nurses laughed. "Honey," the head nurse said. I don't
need a test. I have eyes. So does your baby girl. She's got the
prettiest green eyes I've seen in months. Albinos don't have
pigment in their irises."

Yeah. I knew that.

It didn't help that Dani was born with light blond hair (and
quite a bit of it). By the time she was two it had morphed into a
solid brunette. Caryn said it was identical to my hair color, but
I thought it was a little lighter than mine. By the time her hair
fixed its dark color there was no doubt the little widow's peak
in the middle of her forehead was there to stay. I have no idea
where that recessive gene came from. No widow's peaks on either
side of Dani's family, as far as we know. Thank God, Dani had her
mom's button nose and perfectly shaped ears. She got my
grey-green irises. Dani looked about as cute as a baby/toddler
can look.

Widow's peaks can go either way on a girl, but it always
accentuated Dani's heart-shaped face, especially as she got
older. It can be very feminine on the right girl, ala Jen Tilly.
It can also go terribly wrong ala Fran Drescher. Yicgh!

Caryn seemed to think the widow's peak was a curse. "It really
limits the kinds of hair styles a girl can have," Caryn sighed
over the bassinet. I thought Caryn was nuts. It wasn't like Dani
had a Butch Patrick going. It was barely noticeable, I thought.

"So she can wax it," I offered.

Caryn looked at me like I was an idiot, "You can't wax a widow's
peak, Skip."

No, you can't. But little did we know that cheap electrolysis was
ten years away.

One thing that never changed was Danielle's creamy pale skin. It
was flawless. Not a freckle. Not a mole. Not a blemish. A lot
like Suzie Wagner's skin but much more chalky white. Suzie looked
healthy. Dani had skin like a movie vampire. She looked anemic,
but her blood tested perfectly normal. Against the dark brunette
hair and her pretty face, the pale skin was striking. I'd seen it
on the Serbian side of the women on my mother's side of the
family. 

It's never too early to start a girl on dance lessons, and we
started Dani down that road not long after she was out of
diapers.

One of the dumbest grooming mistakes a dad can make is starting
sexually grooming his daughter TOO early. Grooming before a girl
has developed her frontal lobe brain filter -- the part of the
brain necessary to understand just a little bit of propriety --
is suicide.

If you lived in isolation, maybe, but if you aren't careful your
girl will be at day care playing "mommy and daddy" with some
friends and she'll tell her doll to "suck Daddy's cock!" in the
matter-of-fact manner that will get Child Protective Services to
your door in a hurry.

I tested Dani's ability to keep a secret with lots of mundane
little tests, starting when she was about four.

"We're going to go get an ice cream, but you have to absolutely
promise me that it stays between you and me. If you tell your
mom, I'm going to get in a lot of trouble, so you can't say
anything to anybody. Got it?"

"Got it, Daddy!"

30 minutes later: "MOM! WE'RE HOME! WE DIDN'T GO ANYWHERE AND
DADDY GOT ME ICE CREAM!"

It was just a simple cognitive test, and of course I didn't
expect Dani to keep a secret at her young age. But when she
spilled a secret I negatively reinforced the behavior the same
way you train a puppy. Good old fashion shun. I'd turn my back
and refuse to acknowledge Dani for a few hours. That shit was
effective.

More often than not, I was the designated bather. Don't read too
much into that. There's nothing inherently sexual about a five
year old. Bathtime started out as nothing but bath time.

As I lathered up Dani's little frame with my huge hands, I purred
out a steady stream of positive reinforcements.

"That's my good clean girl."

"There's Daddy's pretty girl."

"That's how my pretty girl gives herself up to her Daddy."

Notice lots of possessives mixed in with all that reinforcement?
If you're going to own a woman or a girl, it starts with teaching
them that they CAN be owned and they ARE owned.

After Dani tuned four, I started getting her used to minor
penetrations. I soaped up my pinky and ordered her to stand in
the tub, put her hands flat against the tiles, and bend her butt
toward me. I started by gently tickling her bung hole with my
sudsy finger until she squealed and jerked with tickle delight. I
did that for several months. (Patience.) Then, after the tickling
one night I said, "Hhew, girl! Your little pik ass is crusty.
Daddy cannot have a nasty pink ass girl. You have to be squeaky
clean for Daddy inside and out. Hold still. This is going to be a
little uncomfortable."

I slid the tip of my pinky into the pink ring of Dani's ass. She
didn't like it, but she took it with little back talk. Three
reamings later and Dani began anticipating that particular climax
of the bathing ritual. Lots of pained expressions, but never a
peep of backtalk. 

After I dried Dani off with a towel, I further groomed her with a
slathering of baby oil all over her body. "Dry off soft," was the
Marketing slogan of the day. My Engineer's mind suspected that
baby oil didn't do a goddamn thing for the skin, but it was
another grooming routine designed to keep barriers from getting a
foothold. Another chance to get her used to my hands sliding all
over her little body. Another chance to drill subliminal
catechisms into her head.

"Whose hand is this?" I'd ask as I rubbed the baby oil into the
webbing between Dani's tiny fingers.

"This is your hand, Daddy. This hand belongs to you." Dani had an
adorably musical little girl voice. She got that from her mother
too.

"Whose arm is this?" Rub rub rub.

"This is your arm, Daddy. This arm belongs to you."

The baby oil game dictated that if I used an adjective, Dani had
to spit back the adjective in her answer.

"Whose pretty boobies are these?"

Dani would always fight the urge to laugh. "These are your pretty
boobies, Daddy. These boobies belong to you."

"And whose pink nippy is this?"

"That's your pink nippy, Daddy. This nippy belongs to you."

"Oh yeah? Well what about this other pink nippy?"

"That's your pink nippy too, Daddy. That nippy belongs to you."

"Whose sweet little tickle-kitty is this?" I'd ask, pulling a
freshly lubricated finger through the cleft of her little pussy.

"This is your sweet little tickle-kitty, Daddy!" As groomed as
Dani was, she still had enough repression in her to giggle like
she knew I was making a dirty joke. "This kitty belongs to you."

There was one exception to the "This Belongs to Daddy" catechism.
Dani's ass was always the last item inventoried. I didn't want
Dani talking like a longshoreman at her day care or around her
friends. We used lots of euphemisms like "boobies" and "nippies"
and "kitty." But...

"Whose ass is this?" I asked.

"It's my ass, Daddy. But my ass belongs to you."

"Well..." I'd always say the same way, "then get your ass to
bed!"

Without drilling too deep into psychological rationalizations,
her body belonged to me because I was her owner. I was her Dom.
The fact that her ass was the one thing belonged to her was a
little nod to Dani's sense of personal responsibility. Her ass
was on the line for what she did with my body. Dani's ass was
going to take the spanking for the cookie "Daddy's hands" snuck
past "Daddy's kissy-lips" without parental permission.

Plus, yaknow, "my ass" just doesn't work for a host of rhetorical
reasons.

"Dani, get my ass down here and empty the dishwasher!" Uh, no.
Doesn't work. 

Dani wasn't allowed to wear underwear after he bath. She wore
over-sized night shirts that ended high on the thighs. My
directive to Caryn was that I should always be able to see Dani's
pussy if she were to clap her hands over her head. 

The same rule applied to Caryn. By nine o'clock at night she was
ordered to be in a similar short night shirt with no panties or
bra. Every night shirt had to pass the "clap test." And trust me,
I tested every one.

I told Dani that it was important for a girl to get plenty of air
to her Daddy's kitty in order to keep it healthy. She bought it.
Again, it was one of those Dom things that "moved the line" that
would normally be a crossed line. I could pull the plug on Dani's
grooming at any time and she would still grow up to think "Wow,
well Dad sure was fixated on hygiene, wasn't he?" That was my
litmus test. "Can I do THIS and still have my adult daughter look
back and think it wasn't sexual abuse?" 

When the answer to that question was an absolute "No," then I
would know I had crossed the line for good. Hell, I knew it was
only a matter of time, but I wanted Dani much more developed into
a pre-teen before I crossed it. I didn't want her to be
frightened, broken, little molested cum cup who couldn't function
in normal life. I wanted a confident little slut. I wanted Dani
to be a little Suzie Wagner for her own Daddy. 

I was popping no boners while I rubbed baby oil over Dani's
little girl ass and little girl pussy. It was all groundwork for
more perverted things to come.

By (my) house rule, Dani was to sit on my lap for at least 15
minutes every night. She could do it while I watched television,
which I rarely did. She could sit on my lap while we messed
around on my state-of-the-art 286 computer (running the epic
Windows 2.11 OS). She seemed to like that best. Television bored
Dani as much as me, but she liked the power of learning a new
computer technique, even if it wasn't one that a four year old
needed to know.

By (my) house rule, I was the last person in Dani's bedroom every
night. Easy guess as to why I wanted that rule in place. Caryn
gave her kisses and hugs. Then Daddy entered the room and Caryn
left without saying a single word more after I walked through the
plane of the doorway. Caryn would literally stop mid-sentence if
she was talking when I entered. (I made sure to time my entrance
so this happened often.) It taught Dani that Daddy was the last
word on matters of the house, and Mommy absolutely understood her
place. Daddy was king.

Where normal kids might have a nightly prayer, I would sit in
Dani's desk chair and say in a commanding Dad voice: "Recount
your providence to me."

Dani had no idea what "recount" or "providence" meant. She just
got down and kneelt in the floor in front of me, put her hands on
her night shirt-covered knees, and recited the most important
catechism I had taught her.

"I belong to YOU, Daddy. Heart and soul. Inside and out. From the
tips of my hair to the soles of my feet, I belong to you."

(Yes, this was another small exception to the "Daddy-possessive
pronoun" rule, but I liked the way it sounded. It was a pledge.
It was the license she gave me to assume ownership for all the
"Daddy's arms" and "Daddy's eyes" and "Daddy's boobies." 

After the Pledge of Providence, I waved her back up on the bed
and we'd have normal bedtime chats about day care and dance
class, or we'd read a book. Normal parenting.

I waited for Dani to tell me that she no longer wanted me in the
bathroom when she was naked or bathing. THAT would be my cue.
That's when little girls start developing a strong sense of
propriety and the first blush of thinking of themselves as a
sexual entity begins to take shape.

When a little girl asserts that she is old enough to bath by
herself, THAT is the starting pistol for Phase Two.

It took a while. Dani didn't make a fuss about being too old to
be soaped up by Daddy until she was seven.

Between ages five and seven, my grooming efforts focused on A.)
The dominance of the alpha male and B.) Ritual and catechism. 

I didn't spank Dani much before she started Kindergarten. Just a
few times between the ages of three and a half and five, but just
garden variety dadswats to her covered tush. Honestly, she was a
remarkably obiedent and well-mannered kid.

By the time Danielle started Kindergarten, she had no problem
keeping secrets. She also had a keen sense of situational
appropriateness. She understood that there was a firewall between
family business and school business. I was cautious about
stress-testing Dani's secret-keeping abilities. A little at a
time. I was in no hurry.

After Caryn and I had our first parent-teachers conference before
Christmas of first grade (five and a half) I had a little fodder
to escalate into a formal, male dominant disciplinary ritual.

I set up a proper chair in the carpeted area of the basement.
After the Sun went down I summoned Caryn and Dani down to deal
with me.

"Both of you," I said sternly. "Take off your clothes and toss
them in the corner. All of them."

Dani looked at Caryn. 

"You heard Daddy," Caryn said slowly. "Daddy is the boss. If he
says 'do it' then you do it."

Caryn peeled off all her clothes quickly. She'd practiced the
moves since she was not much older than Dani was. Dani seemed to
take forever to finally shuck her little polka dot panties and
kneel next to her mother in front of me. She was clearly
overwhelmed by my solemnity and the escalation of my manufactured
anger. Dani looked adorable, her dark hair spilling over her
porcelain shoulders and her gray-green eyes huge with confusion.

"Mrs. Yelton says you have a problem socializing with other girls
when you are supposed to be working on class projects," I glared
at Dani.

Dani began to shake involuntarily.

"Well," I said. "Is this true?"

"N-no, Daddy."

"It's not true? Mrs. Yelton is a liar, is she?"

"Y-y-yes, Daddy."

"So when I go take you to see her tomorrow morning and I tell her
that you say she's a liar, that's going to be your answer when
we're all standing in the same room?" (Plagiarized from Caryn's
dad, yes. As was a lot of what would happen in that basement.)

Dani's eyes rolled up, indicating she was calling on her active
memory. Then they dipped down, indicating she was calling on her
"creative" memory and about to tell a lie.

"D-Daddy, sometimes I talk to my friends, but not too much."

"Enough with your bullshit, young lady!" I boomed. "From now on,
when you get a spanking, your mother gets a spanking too. And
when your mom gets a spanking, you get the same spanking at the
same time. As of tonight, your mom has been demoted. You're both
equals to me. You are both my bitches. Your mom happens to be my
Best Bitch, so she's the boss of you until you are Best Bitch. Do
you understand?"

Dani had no idea what I was talking about. She looked dizzy.

"Caryn-Bitch, do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," answered Caryn. She'd been calling me Daddy in bed
as well as around Dani for years by that point. One night she
replaced "Yes Sir" with "Yes Daddy" and I liked it. It made the
"you two are equals schtick" that much easier to implement if
they both called me Daddy.

"Dani-Bitch, do you understand?"

I'd never called Dani a bitch before. Her eyes started leaking
instantly.

She nodded.

"Speak up, Dani-bitch. Answer me. You and Caryn-Bitch are equals
when you are being punished. No more Mommy and Little Girl. When
I'm upset, you're both my bitches. You both belong to me. Do you
understand that?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"At least when you two are in trouble, and down here to make
right with me, you're both my bitches. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"When we go back upstairs, you're still my bitch until we make
up, and I decide if or when we make up. Got it?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Caryn-Bitch, tell Dani-Bitch what you think about getting
spanked because she was a bad girl at school."

Caryn sighed. "Dani-Bitch," Caryn paused to think of something
semi-appropriate to say. "Dani-Bitch, when you displease Daddy,
it makes me sad. You should always be your best girl for Daddy so
we don't get our asses spanked."

"Well said, Caryn-Bitch," I nodded. "Now Dani-Bitch, tell
Caryn-Bitch what you think about the spankings you both are going
to get."

Dani really started crying at that point. She'd never seen me
that cross before. "Mom I'm sorry."

"Nah-uh!" I wagged my finger. "No 'mom.' Call her by her bitch
name. You both are getting spanked. You're both bitches. Address
Caryn-bitch by her proper name and say it again."

Dani snuffed a bunch of snot and whispered, "Carynbitch, I'm so,
so, sorry I was bad."

"That's better," I nodded. "Caryn-Bitch. Get up and over my
lap."

Caryn was ass-up under my right hand in seconds. I commenced a
loud spanking. Loud. Not hard. It may have been the softest I'd
ever spanked Caryn. I kept my hand cupped to make a lot of noise,
but not transfer any energy. Caryn made a big show of howling
like I was killing her. I wasn't entirely sure how Caryn was
going to handle the cyclical return of her childhood incest
before that moment. She put on quite a show, which made the look
of horror on Dani's face even more pained.

As far as I was concerned, the night was a bullshit exercise in
grooming, not punishment. The whole "talk in class" thing was
trumped up, obviously. I didn't drag it out.

"Okay, Caryn-Bitch, get back on your knees. Dani-Bitch, get over
my lap."

Dani was wailing with shame as she picked herself up off the
carpet and shuffled over to my lap. I pulled her over my knee and
went right to work. Ten of the lightest ass swats in the history
of spanking. barely enough to leave handprints on Dani's
bubble-butt. You couldn't tell it from Dani's shameful bawling.

I put Dani back in the floor.

"Goddammit, you bitches!" I growled. "All that naked girl ass
made my dick hard." I pointed to the bulge in my slacks. "I won't
abide a cock tease in my house. Which one of you bitches is going
to suck the hard out of it?" I looked back and forth between
them.

Caryn blinked. She had not been entirely certain the night was
going THERE until I said "dick."

Caryn lifted her palm. "I will, Daddy. I'll suck you."

"You see that, Dani-Bitch? Caryn-Bitch is going to clean up after
you again."

"I'm sorry!" Dani wailed.

"Caryn-Bitch has to take even more punishment because of you."

Caryn said sweetly, "But I like to suck the hard out of your
cock, Daddy. It's not punishment."

I stood up, unzipped, and aired out my stiff member. Dani looked
positively dumbfounded. "That's why you are my Best Bitch," I
said to Caryn. "Get busy."

I sat back down in my chair and Caryn immediately began
schlurping schlong in front of her confused daughter.

"I don't even want to look at you," I growled cruelly to Dani.
"Go stand in the corner. Put both your hands on your head. Keep
'em there."

Caryn on all fours sucking my cock loudly. Dani standing with her
reddened ass pointed toward me and her pretty dark hair spilling
down her back. Yeah, this was going to be a lot of fun.

I only held out about twenty minutes before the tingle waves
started to get too high to wade any longer. I felt the tremor in
my leg.

"Dani-Bitch, get over here, now!" I barked. "On your knees.
Closer. Closer. Now watch Caryn-Bitch as my baby juice squirts
out of my balls and goes in her mouth."

Dani had stopped crying. She now looked absolutely repulsed.

"Put your hand on my balls. I want you to feel the baby juice
going out of my balls and into Caryn-Bitch's mouth."

Dani slowly extended her hand like she was going to pet a snake.
It was too slow. I passed the point of no return and started
grunting. Caryn gulped loud. I grabbed Dani's hand and
practically smashed it against my balls. Purely symbolic. 

I finished twitching the last shots of come and I pushed Caryn's
forehead until her mouth finally let loose of my overstimulated
and spent prick.

"You're a good girl, Caryn-Bitch," I sighed. I lifted Caryn's
chin and leaned down to kiss her several times. "That's why you
are my Best Bitch, Babydoll."

"Thank you, Daddy," Caryn smiled.

I ignored Dani.

"Caryn-Bitch, get up on that bench and make up with me," I
pointed to my padded weight lifting bench. Caryn and I had never
done this ritual before, but you wouldn't have been able to tell
if you were standing there. Caryn bounced over and went to hands
and knees on the bench.

"Where did Daddy spank you?" I asked.

"You spanked me on my ass, Daddy," Caryn said.

"Show me."

"Here," Caryn pointed to one blushed ass cheek then switched
hands. "And here." She pointed to the other ass cheek.

"First daddy kisses the spank," I said. I kissed all over Caryn's
curvy ass cheeks. 

"Then," I continued. "Daddy licks the spank and eases the pain
away," I licked big laps all over Caryn's globes.

"Then Daddy loves on the spank and shows his good girl that he
loves her." I nuzzled my cheeks warmly against Caryn's ass.

I stood. "Now, what did you get spanked with?"

"Your hand, Daddy." Caryn squeaked.

"Kiss the hand that spanked you," I demanded. I held my palm to
Caryn's mouth and she started kissing away.

"Lick the hand that spanked you," I demanded. Caryn's tongue
rolled out and danced over my fingertips.

"Love the hand that spanked you." Caryn nuzzled her face into my
petting pats.

"Okay," I said. "You are reconciled with me, Caryn." Get your
clothes and go upstairs.

"You," I turned on Dani. "You're still on my shitlist, bitch. Get
upstairs and maybe we'll reconcile later. No no! Leave your
clothes. You don't wear any clothes until you get off punishment.
I don't care if you have to go to school naked all week. Don't
let me catch you wearing so much as a sock."

Hard, humiliated tears jagged out onto Dani's cheeks again.

Like I said, it was an exercise in grooming. Moving "The Line"
again. I didn't expect or even want my five year old daughter to
suck my cock. I just wanted her to see that Daddy had a
no-nonsense side and Mom wasn't exempt from it either.

I waited about twenty minutes and went up into Dani's room. I
went through the kiss-lick-nuzzle catechism on her creamy little
butt. Then she did it back to my hand just like her mom did.

You, Dear Reader, you're thinking that whole "kiss-lick-nuzzle"
where I spanked, with the girls doing it back on whatever I used
to spank them with is bizarre, don't you? It sounds bizarre. But
I knew that one day I'd be spanking Dani on her tits and pussy.
How convenient that the make-up ritual would one day dictate that
every body part that got spanked had to be kiss-licked-nuzzled in
order to make peace and close out the punishment hostility. And
if I spanked her with swats from my hard cock? Punishment
cockswats to the face and pussy and tits? Yeah? Starting to
understand? All groundwork grooming for adventures that were
still years into the future.

The quickest way to train a puppy is to pair her with an old dog
who knows the ropes. I learned that from both Suzie Wagner
teaching Maxine and Caryn's stories about her mom teaching her
how to sex her dad. Most of my grooming game was an extrapolation
and slight modification on what Caryn's dad had done to her. He
did the hard work. All I had to do was act something out on Caryn
and it would start to seep into Dani's consciousness. All I had
to do was invent a reason to get them both down in the basement
for punishment every three or so months before the previous
lesson faded from memory.

Like Caryn taught me: When you are a kid, after the third time
it's not weird any more. It's just Daddy's way.

Amen.

Late that night after the lights went out Caryn and I lay in bed
I could tell she was restless.

"You need somethin', hon?" I asked the darkness.

"Can we talk?"

"We're talking."

"Skip, five years old is a little young, don't you think?"

"Too young for punishment or too young for sex?"

"Sex. She's plenty old enough for spanking."

"Did I sex my daughter?" I asked.

"I'm just saying, Skip."

"I'm not sure what you're saying at all, Caryn."

"I- I don't know. Just please be smart about it all. You're
smart. I guess maybe I'm projecting too much of my dad onto you
and that's not fair."

It was totally fair. I was following a big chunk of her dad's
incest playbook.

"One more thing, Skip?" Caryn whispered. "Just a friendly tip?"

"What?"

"Shave your junk."

"I do. I shave my balls. I trim."

"No. Shave it all. Bare. No hair at all. Pubes freak out little
girls. Even a little bit of pube."

"Okay," I turned this over in my head, both her helpful "tip" and
the deeper implication of what Caryn was saying. 

We lapsed into a long, still silence. I was sure Caryn had fell
asleep.

"Skip?"

"Yeah Doll."

"There's something wrong with me."

"Your taste in pervy men?"

"Skip, when I saw all your game unfolding tonight, I wasn't
surprised, but I was definitely perturbed. But I no more went to
hands and knees in front of your hard cock when my pussy just
started juicing. Running down the inside of my thigh like a
faucet."

"Do tell," I mumbled.

"That was a new high point for humiliation. Having to suck you
while my daughter watched me slurp and moan like a slut."

"You can't help that you're wired for humiliation, Caryn."

"Skip, will you please lick me? Please?"

Caryn humped her bare pussy against my thigh and I could feel the
wet warm squish of pussy juice.

Fucking slut.


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Doming Daughter Dani   Part 30 of 51   GROOMING DANI PART TWO

By Dutchboy

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Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some
pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

-------------------------------

The next big page turn in my incest playbook happened when Dani
complained about me bathing her.

She had just started Second Grade.

"Daddy, I can take baths all by myself," Dani pouted as I dipped
the bar of Dove into the steamy tub water and worked up the first
sudsy lather over her chest with my big hands.

"You sure about that?" I asked. I knew the day was coming, but I
was still a little stunned.

"I'm sure, Daddy. I can bathe myself."

I rinsed and dried my hands. Without a word I walked out to the
garage and grabbed a hammer and a nail set. I walked back into
the Hallway bathroom where Dani was bathing and I popped the
brass pins on all three hinges. I removed the bathroom door
completely and carried it down into the storage area of the
basement. Then I did the same to the door on Dani's room.

Dani sensed something was wrong. By the time I got both doors off
and arrived back at the Hallway bathroom with a scotch, a folding
chair, and my new Spankin' Paddle, Dani was out of the tub and
trying to get dry as quickly as she could. She'd already pulled
the drain, but the water was still almost all in the tub. I
reached over and closed the drain again.

"Get your ass back in that tub," I growled.

"Daddy I'm already dr--"

*C*R*A*C*K*! My new Spankin' Paddle made its first acquaintance
with girly ass. The sound was exquisite. So was the high pitch
"Yip" Dani made after it connected. Beautiful.

Here's the joke: The much vaulted and often ballyhooed Spankin'
Paddle of family legend was a 99 cent paddleball paddle from Toys
R Us. It had a blue inking of ol' Geoffrey the Giraffe on it. I
just pulled out the staple that held he elastic band (and ball)
and wrapped a couple of loops of black electrical tape around the
handle part to make it look more menacing. Light as a feather.
Made of some kind of thin birch/balsa plywood that was strong as
hell, given the small surface area.

But Jesus Christ that thing hurt. It did. I whacked myself in the
thigh a couple times to test it out. It sounded impressive and it
did quite a bit of damage. If you can still find one, I recommend
it highly.

Both Dani's little feet left the tile floor at the same time. She
lost her grip on the towel and it dropped. Dani didn't cry beyond
her startled "Yip!" She was in shock.

I was a ninja. My arm snaked around her other side and put a
matching tag on her other ass cheek. The results were just as
satisfying. Dani started crying, which made it even better. Both
her hands were on respective ass cheeks like she was playing the
final rounds of the Hokey-Pokey. Her little pussy slit was thrust
out and her long wet dark hair made Rocharch flames on each side
of her pale nipples. Her eyes were enormous. 

Goddamn, that kid was gorgeous.

Most girls are cute toddlers, then morph into larval lumps
through their preteen years. No problem. The longer a girl is
larval, the better chance they'll pop into something amazing.

Then there are those girls. The girls in third grade that were
already so pretty they made you dizzy.

Dani was one of those girls. She was really gorgeous in the face,
even at a young age. She turned grown men's heads, and not just
pervs like me. I kept her dark brown hair long and loose, which
framed her pale skin even more dramatically and drew attention to
her perfectly feminine facial features.

Unfortunately, Dani lost Caryn's button nose some time in her
first few years. Not a honker. Straight and average, but no
longer the little upturned wedge that I value on women.

Her feet were going to be bigger than Caryn's feet too, but at
least they were perfectly proportioned with high insteps and
little round toes.

I'm on record as saying I wanted a daughter with Suzie Wagner's
slutty brain and Caryn's curvy, big-titted, short, compact body.
By the time Dani was in second grade, it was obvious that I was
not going to get the short-and-stacked body type I wanted out of
Dani. She was shaping up to look more like a brunette Suzie
Wagner, taller than average and thin and lanky.

But goddamn. That face of hers made up for it. Caryn was a
brooder who could pull on a decent Southern smile when she needed
one. Dani was just an out-and-out smiler. Radiant and bright. The
kid smiled all the time. This made her pained, punishment face
even more of a beautiful curiosity to me. I love it even more
than her giggles.

"Get your ass back in that tub. NOW!" I said.

Dani's coltish legs hurdled the lip of the bathtub and splashed
heavy. She quickly turned to protect her backside from another
bite of the paddle. She stood with her butt pressed into the soap
dish behind her, sizing up my anger, her big nervous eyes darting
from my eyes to my shoulders, waiting to see if I was going to
strike again.

I sat in the folding chair and took a long swig on my glass of
Scotch.

"Now," I said calmly. "Soap up my tits."

Dani's fingers locked around the slippery bar of Dove behind her
and she nervously ran a figure eight smear of white around her
nipples.

"No," I said. "Lather 'em up. Make 'em bubble."

Dani wasn't sure how to proceed. She started to squat back into
the tub water to wet the soap bar and I corrected her.

"Turn the shower head on. Stand up. No, not so strong. Just a
mist. Yeah. Like that. Now soap my titties up."

Dani did. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, waiting for me to
launch up at her.

"Turn around. All the way." I sipped my drink. "Now soap up that
ass. Lemme see a finger go up that pink asshole. More. More.
There you go. Daddy's going to start auditing your cleanliness.
I'm going to stick my tongue in that ass and it better taste
squeaky clean. If it tastes like shit, I'm going to show you
something you won't forget. Got it?"

"Y-y-yes Daddy."

"Turn around."

Dani turned back to face me.

"Dance."

"Wha-- Daddy?"

"Dance, bitch. I'm paying for lessons, the least you can do is a
little shower dance for your Daddy. Put on a show. Go."

Of course she was baffled. She had only taken ballet with a
little tap. Neither of which was going to do her much good in a
shower or standing shin-deep in tepid tub water.

"Move. Shake that ass. Play with your hair. Put on a show for
me."

Dani began trying to slowly spin and sway, stepping right.
Stepping left. A little sloshy shuffle one way and then the
other. She spun. The more she tried to relax, the more she knew
she was awkward and failing and the more humiliated she became to
be dancing naked in an open shower while her dad leaned an elbow
on the sink and pulled sips from a glass. She flushed. Her face
was angry, but she was trying not to cry.

Oh God. I'd give anything to have that dance on video tape. Dani
had been Dommed before and she'd had her ass tested. But that was
her first real humiliation. It was mesmerizing. I let it go on
until tears started coming down heavier than the water.

I stood and folded my voyeur chair. "Turn it off. Dry off." I
mumbled. 

"Yes, Daddy," Dani said, angry and robotic.

"And then get your ass downstairs. I'll tell Caryn-bitch to meet
you there."

In the periphery of my vision I saw Dani freeze. She whined out a
long "Awwwwwwwnooooooooo, Dadd-deeeeeeeee!"

I smiled, tossed the Spankin' Paddle into a rotation, and caught
it out of the air before whistling my way down the hall.

The first night of adding the Spankin' Paddle to the basement
spanking ritual was a huge success. First I went through the
regular lap spanking routine with my hand. The only variation was
-- and this was a last second stroke of genius -- I spanked Caryn
southpaw from the opposite side. Then I had them kneel doggy,
shoulder to shoulder, while I stood behind them and whipped the
Spankin' Paddle randomly between four rosey ass cheeks. Caryn
fucking hated the paddle. She trashed really hard and screamed.
Both she and Dani tried to crawl forward away from the blows when
the paddle fixed on their respective upturned asses.

Note to self: I had to custom build a couple of spanking horses
for my bitches; something I could strap their legs and arms into.
Something where their asses would floating high in the air and I
wouldn't have to bend over and chase them around like cats.

I was very turned on by all the ass smacking. I briefly
considered starting to spank and paddle Caryn's tits and pussy
too, but I didn't play that card just yet. First of all, that
meant Dani would have to watch me reconcile by sucking Caryn's
tits and licking her pussy. We were close, but Dani wasn't ready
for that. Second, the paddle was "new enough" for one punishment
session. Small steps. Move "The Line" in small increments.

Both of the bitches were bawling hard when I finished paddling
their asses. It wasn't unusual for Caryn to cry after a spanking,
but not like that. She could internalize a lot of pain. That
paddle unraveled her.

My cock was about to rip out of my slacks.

I recited my lines. "Bitches, All that wiggling ass made my dick
hard. I won't abide a cock tease in my house. Which one of you
bitches is going to suck the hard out of me?"

For the first time in the nine times that I'd said those words,
there came no response. Caryn always volunteered to suck my cock.
That time she did not. Caryn stared at my knees and fumed anger
as the last streams of pain tears dripped off the sides of her
chin and into the basement carpet.

"Bitches?" I said. "Bitches, one of you better answer me, or
you'll both suck a load of my come."

Another awkward pause ensued. Finally Caryn spoke, practically
spitting the words between her clenched teeth. "I'll suck your
cock, Daddy." The words were pure venom.

I stood and shucked my pants and underwear to give my trapped and
aching prick some relief and room to twitch.

"Very well," I said. "Caryn-bitch, get over here and suck my
cock. Dani-bitch, kneel there and rub Daddy's balls and warm his
come before it goes down Caryn-bitch's throat."

Not counting the first spanking ritual where I pushed Dani's hand
into my balls after I was already pumping sperm, Dani reached up
and started massaging my sack for exactly the eighth time. She
always did it the same; Dani pressed a few fingers flat against
the front of my bag and made pathetic little circles with the
last extention of her digits, as if she was trying to make as
little contact as possible with my nuts. Nutjob Number Eight was
totally different. While Caryn latched a hot, wet suck on my dick
in a dutiful, submissive mouth piston, Dani's fingers pressed
into the front of my sack. Then they separated. Dani's fingertips
bent into four claws and she began pulling the remnants of her
over-chewed, stubby fingernails down the front and around the
bottom of my shaved bag.

Dani was working me for pleasure. On her own (Well, yaknow...
mostly, given the circumstances.) She scratched the sides. She
scratched the back side of my balls, shooting a hard shiver
through my asshole and up through my shoulders and forearms.

Dani's expression (eight times blank and bored) now turned
curious. Once she made me shiver, she tried again to hit the same
spot on the backside of my scrotum and succeeded. Her eyebrows
arched a little and it was obvious she was suddenly interested in
the basic mechanics of Daddy's pleasure spots.

I didn't make it five minutes before my nerves broiled over like
spaghetti water onto the burner. I wrenched and flexed. Caryn got
a mouthful of sticky hot jets. It was a great come. I can still
remember it. I wish I'd videotaped that one too. It was a
watershed turning point.

Using Caryn's incest map, I had planned to start Dani on her
first cock suck sometime between eight and a half and nine. Based
on Seven year-old Dani's expression as she fondled my balls, that
train was running right on schedule.

As per ritual, I put them both on the padded bench individually
and kissed their crimson ass globes. Dani's red ass always seemed
to glow brighter because of the contrast with her pale skin. Each
of them flinched when I licked their ass cheeks. The wet
roughness of my tongue felt like a burning. I nuzzled ("loved")
all four ass cheeks, making sure to rub my five o'clock shadow
whiskers against their most inflamed spots until they squealed.

Instead of reconciling with them individually, I waited until I
was done and then sat back in my chair. "Get over here, bitches,"
I said. Caryn crawled up on my left side and Dani on my right. 

"Bitches, both of you answer me at the same time. What did you
get spanked with?"

"Your hand, Daddy." Perfect unison. Damn near a harmony.

"Kiss the hands that spanked you, bitches." I demanded. For the
first time I held out I held BOTH my palms up at the same time.
(Remember spanking Caryn with my left hand?) Two sets of lips
began smooching at each of my palms. Kisses in stereo. What a
mind trip. 

"Lick the hand that spanked you, bitches!" I demanded. Two sets
of lips transformed into two hot wet tongues and began painting
my palms and fingers. Bliss. 

"Love the hand that spanked you, bitches" Both girls nuzzled
against my hand. Dani meant it. Caryn was going through the
paces.

"That's lovely," I said, reluctantly pulling my hands back. "Now
what else did you two bitches get spanked with?"

This time it wasn't in unison, but they both said, "The paddle,
Daddy," in a halting overlap.

I always thought that having them kiss and lick a piece of wood
would be a stupid placeholder, a temporary perfunctory ritural
until they were both kissing and licking my cock after I
cockswatted their faces, tits, and pussys. But I held the paddle
perpedicular to the floor between the girls, right at my cock
level. "Kiss the paddle that spanked you," I said.

They did. It was sexy as fucking hell. There was 3/8th of an inch
of plywood curtain between mother kissing daughter. The paddle
was a placeholder, alright. I was a placeholder for the day when
they'd both be on their hands and knees kissing each side of my
cock.

"Lick the paddle that spanked you," I boomed. They did. I could
already envision my cock where the paddle was, getting laps from
both my bitches at once. My spent cock got a little thicker.

I had them both Nuzzle/Love on the paddle at the same time. Not
as much fun as watching them tag team a wooden phallus, but still
pretty cool.

"Alright, before I let you go, we need to clear up a few
housekeeping items. First of all, Danielle-bitch, you don't EVER
tell me what I can or can't do to that little bitch body that I
own, are we clear?"

"Yesdaddy." Whisper.

"I may or may not bathe you. I may or may not come watch when you
bathe yourself. And if I miss bathtime, then after bathtime you
wait in your room for exactly ten minutes. If I don't come for
inspection, then go ahead and put on your nightshirt. Otherwise,
you wait at least ten minutes for Daddy to come inspect his bitch
before you cover what belongs to me. You got it?"

"Yesdaddy."

"And you, Caryn-bitch. Dani-bitch's hands look like feet. She
needs some nails. I'm putting you in charge of making sure
Dani-bitch grows some pretty fingernails."

Caryn nodded. "Yes, Daddy."

"Alright, Dani-bitch, you and I are reconciled." I bent down and
kissed her on the lips. "You're my good girl. I love you." I
kissed her again. My cock was half way back to erect. "Now
skeedaddle. Caryn-bitch and I need to talk a little about her
attitude."

"Yes Daddy." Dani was a red and white streak, swooshing up the
stairs.

Caryn and I stared at each other for a long time, me in my chair,
her on her knees.

"Daddy, that paddle hurts like hell," Caryn huffed defensively.
"It hurts worse than a cane."

I nodded. I smiled.

The smile chilled Caryn. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry, Daddy. Can
I please make right with you?" Caryn said "please" more like she
was annoyed and not like she was submissive.

I'd had the eye bolt mounted into the floor joists above us for
almost a year. Finally I had a crime worthy of the punishment.

I'd practiced on my own the bondage knots Dutch had performed
years before. It was showtime. I didn't have a ring gag, so Caryn
got a bright red ball gag. I tied each of her wrists to the
opposite elbow. I bound her ankles. I laid Caryn across the
padded bench, tits-down. I locked her big toes together with a
thin twine.

Fuck. That pony-tail noose knot was way harder than it looked.
I'd practiced the knot, but Caryn's hair was so damn silky it was
like trying to lasso snot. The noose knot kept slipping. I kept
retying it. It kept slipping. I pulled a small radiator clamp off
my work bench and fucking screwed it down over the ponytail knot,
finally clamping the fucker in place. I pulled Caryn into a
reverse backbend through the eyebolt. 

Caryn was finally back in Dutch's stress position, only this time
she had to keep her left-right balance on the padded bench as
well. If she slid off one side of the bench while she was
struggling, she was fucked. I wasn't sure if her hair would pull
out of her skull before her back broke. 

I admired my work as Caryn began to grunt in pain.

Ehn. It didn't look right. The metal clamp on her hair cut into
the optics. I'm sure Caryn couldn't tell a difference, but I
could. It looked like an amateur job. 

I turned the lights off on Caryn and went upstairs to Caryn's
room by way of my bathroom closet. I grabbed a bottle of
strawberry-flavored lubricant oil. I was still wearing only my
oxford. My cock was slapping back and forth against my thighs,
spitting strings of cold after-come that didn't have enough sperm
in them to keep them from rolling right down past my knees.

I wasn't entirely sure what I was going to do when I got to
Dani's room.

She was kneeling on her bed in her nightshirt when I walked
through the doorless entry of her room. "Off," I made a lifting
motion with my hand.

Dani nervously pulled the shirt over her head. 

"Bitch up," I said.

"Toward you or away?" Dani asked quietly.

"Away. Ass to me."

Dani went to all fours.

"Elbows," I said.

Dani's hands went forward and she held her face off the mattress
by her elbows, pointing her ass even more prominently in the
air.

"Get those knees apart," I grumbled. 

Dani pushed her legs further apart and her pussy mound pulled
apart to expose a bright pink fuckmeat slit below her red ass
cheeks.

I remember that moment clearly. My cock went full-on. That was
the first time I actually wanted to fuck my daughter. That was
the first time I weighed how easy it would be to just squirt that
strawberry flavored oil on my cock and push on forward into
Dani's upturned pussy. She was still a girl. She had no sexual
characteristics besides a round ass and a pretty face. And I
wanted her. I wanted her bad.

I put a big dollop of an oil bead on my finger and circled Dani's
little pink ass ring. I was trying to get a tickle response from
her, but she was learning submissive stoicism. She fought it. I
poured more slippery on my finger and speared it through the
tight lock of Dani's asshole. I had always just put a finger tip
in the hole before. That time I stuck half a digit in her hot
little ass. Dani's head snapped back on her neck and she grunted
like an animal.

I corkscrewed my finger in-and-out, left-to-right to make Dani
grunt harder and trash.

I did not remove my finger from Dani's asshole before ordering
her on her back. I kept her skewered on my fat finger as she
dropped and threw one dancer's leg over to twist into a
missionary position.

With my free hand I flipped open the top of the lubricant bottle
with a thumbnail. I dribbled out two kisses of strawberry lube on
each of Dani's flat, pale nipples. She had the bright pink pussy,
but still didn't have the electric nips.

I closed the top of the bottle and used my free hand to rub the
strawberry oil in circles around each nip. I could tell from
Dani's expression that she was still more frightened than
anything. She was thinking that our reconciliation downstairs
didn't stick. Her eyes also kept shooting worried glances at the
hard prick dancing over her stomach.

I flipped the oil bottle open one-handed again. I put a sloppy
wet squirt of cold oil into the cleft of Dani's pussy and closed
the bottle again. Still reaming her ass with my slippery right
index finger, I started sloshing the strawberry oil into Dani's
pussy with my left thumb. It was as sexually aggressive as I'd
ever been with Dani. I was still considering pushing my cock into
that little pussy or at least putting her on her knees to suck
me.

Dani had a little hint of clitty pushing back at my thumb. Her
chin twitched every time my slippery thumbprint rubbed past it.

It was a moment of truth. 

I didn't do it.

"Tomorrow morning, I'm going to check my titties and this pussy
that belongs to me. They both better still taste like this." I
pulled my thumb out of Dani's sloppy pussy and pushed it against
her lips. She opened her mouth hesitantly to lick my thumb and I
jammed the whole thumb deep in her mouth. Her lips instinctively
closed around my thumb. Sucking was instinctive. She sucked the
strawberry oil flavored with her pussy off my thumb.

I pulled my finger out of her ass and kissed her good night. That
was an exceptionally lippy kiss on my behalf. I was still
thinking about what it would be like to have Dani's pretty face
wrapped around my big dick head. I was still thinking I might
rape her while her mother grunted and struggled against her
stress bondage below us.

Sigh. I didn't do it. It was close, but I didn't do it.

I had to put my dick somewhere hot and wet, though. I planned to
leave Caryn in bondage for three or four hours, but I was so damn
needy and horny. I went back downstairs with the intent of
pulling the ball gag out of Caryn's mouth and throat fucking her
face for a while to hold me over.

By the time I got back downstairs the hair knot had slipped off
completely and Caryn was laying prone on the padded bench.

#FAIL

Fuck.

I thought about beating her ass again for "escaping," but that
was a load of bullshit. Even too big a load for me. I untied her,
pulled off the gag, and bitchfucked my come into her fuckhole
hard and fast while her fingers tried to grip around the padded
bench under her.

That night, I didn't let Caryn into my bed. Just on principal.
Just to be a dick. When she asked permission to enter my bed as
she did every night, I refused her and made her sleep on the
floor.

I had just started to drift off when a Southern lilt from the end
of the bed whispered "Daddy?"

"What now, Bitch?"

"I just need to know. That thing about Dani's fingernails? Are
you serious about wanting her to have long fingernails?"

"Uh, as opposed to?" I mumbled.

"As opposed to just having a reason to beat our asses all the
time? Do you really want her to have pretty fingernails? Or do
you really want to beat our asses?"

I actually had to think about this. "Fingernails," I said.

"Okay," Caryn said. "Because that's going to cost some money."

"No plastic nails," I grumbled. "You know I hate those.
Artificial nails are too thick. They don't scratch like real
nails."

"No, not tips. Prenatal vitamins."

"Like I fucking care. Get some damn vitamins if you think that
will help."

"You'll care. Prenatal vitamin packs cost like two dollars per
day. They are sixty bucks for a one month box."

"Oh," I said, doing the math. "Almost seven hundred dollars per
year for fingernails?"

"Fourteen hundred. If Dani's getting prenatal vitapaks, I'm
getting them too. No way she's having better nails and hair than
I do."

"Hair? Wha?"

"Never mind. Do you want to pay for long, real fingernails for
both of us, or do you just want to beat our asses?"

"Both," I mumbled. "But buy the fucking vitamins and let me get
some sleep."

"One more thing."

"Aw, shut the fuck up and go to sleep already."

"You can't keep rubbing baby oil all over her after every bath."

"I can do whatever I want with my daughter."

"She's going to have skin like a fucking peperoni pizza if you
keep that up, Sk-- Uh, Daddy. She already has blackheads the size
of M&Ms. There are real medicated lotions she needs for her skin,
lotions that will do something besides make her smell like a
diaper. She needs walnut scrubs for her feet and heels. You hate
stained bottoms of feet on a girl, right? She needs to start
protecting her lips with a balm. She's going to be a skin cancer
magnet with that Casper hide of hers, so she needs some kind of
makeup with an SPF built in. I know it's too early for her to be
wearing makeup, but she's a melanoma magnet. And let's face it,
she too young for a lot of things, but she's dealing with them
anyway."

I hadn't thought about it before, but Caryn was probably right.
She knew more about girl maintenance than I did.

"Okay," I said. Maybe I should have beat Caryn's ass for being
sassy, but I was tired and spent from two hard sex sessions.

"Daddy?"

"Go to sleep, bitch!"

"Daddy, can I suck your cock?"

"No. I've got nothing left."

"Please Daddy?"

"Go to sleep, bitch."

"Please? I'll suck you dry and go right back in the floor?"

There was something about that submissive line that sent the
first tingle down my cock.

I let Caryn on the bed to suck me one more time.

She didn't go back in the floor, but I was out like a light after
I came a third time. I didn't care.

I still had not recovered the next morning. All the sex hormones
had been drained from my body. Dani was dressing for school when
I shuffled through her doorless doorway. 

"Did you think I was kidding? Get your clothes off my body." I
said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

Dani stripped to skin quickly. I had her lay on her back,
sideways across the bed. I kissed her on the lips lightly. I
licked and sucked each of her barely-existent nipples for the
first time, but only for seconds each. I wasn't horny. I was
merely making good on a threat. Yes, I could still taste
strawberry.

I pushed her knees back and dropped my tongue into the pink folds
of her pussy for the first time. Again, I should have enjoyed it
more, but I didn't have two sperms left in my 'nads to rub
together. I made a point of dragging five or six tongue swipes
past Dani's little clit bud, but she didn't flinch or do anything
but lay there and look away into the distance. That wasn't very
sexy either. Her ass only had little purple freckles to show she
had been recently paddled. I pushed her knees back into her chest
and kissed each ass bruise. I dropped her legs and kissed her
lips.

"Good girl," I mumbled. "Now get ready for school."

That was as seething mad as I had ever seen Dani to that point.
She was as mad as her mother had been the night before. Her face
was bright red and angry tears welled up in her eyes as she
pulled on her panties quickly and with much exaggeration. Two
humiliations, back-to-back, and Dani was not taking it well. I
was pushing "The Line" too far, too fast.

I didn't back down. I didn't double-down. I said, "Remember, wait
ten minutes after your shower tonight before you put on your
clothes, Doll. We'll do it all over again tonight and tomorrow."
I stumbled into the kitchen to get coffee. 

So... Apparently I'd crossed "The Line." 

Too bad. Where's the creamer?


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Doming Daughter Dani   Part 31 of 51   GROOMING DANI PART THREE

By Dutchboy

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If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss your ass.

Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some
pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

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The Spankin' Paddle and one half-hearted pedo nipple sucking and
pussy licking was the big turn at age seven.

Sounds hot and heavy, but really it was kinda tame.

It took me two days to come to terms with the fact that I was
wrong to have pushed Dani so fast. There's a difference between a
punishment Dom and a sex Dom, even as hard as I was trying to
blur that line.

Humiliation is the bitter sister of Shame. Dani's first blush of
sexual awakening had awakened her deeper sense of shame.

I didn't put my mouth back on Dani's naughty parts for a long
time.

I did paint her nips and pussy with the strawberry oil a couple
times a week, as well as reaming her asshole with my finger. I
have no idea where the asshole thing came from, or how it picked
up steam over the years. I assfucked Caryn exactly four times
during our eleven year marriage. That's Dutch plus three.
Sticking my finger in Dani's ass was just supposed to be breaking
down barriers to penetration. Classic grooming. Little did I
expect Dani to grow to like it and get fixated on it.

Again, I'm getting ahead of myself.

Age Seven was the Spankin' Paddle.

After my botched attempt to tie Caryn into Dutch's signature
stress position, I knew I needed to rethink my "Big Punishment"
options. I needed something passive, something where the
punishment went on even after I left the room. I needed something
that made a psychological impact (i.e. More fear the second I
threatened with it than the first time they actually experienced
it). I needed something that created a lot of slow pain suffering
without long term bruises and tissue damage.

That's when I remembered reading a classic old alt.sex.stories
mdom stepdad story about the guy who built a "doghouse." It was
like the shingled, gabled, pointy roof of a "Snoopy" doghouse.
The stepdad set his bitches straddling atop the point of the roof
with nothing between their bare twat and the pointed top covered
in asphalt shingles. The bitches' own body weight pushed their
pink parts down and rubbed their pussy and asshole raw against
the rough point of the roof taking their weight. The bitches had
to keep their weight off their pussies by riding the roof with
the inside of their knees and thighs... until their thighs gave
out and they had to take the pain right on their pinkems.

My first thought was, "That can't possibly be a real BDSM
punishment." Google, google, google. Holy shit, it is! I found a
Hogtied video with a couple of girls tied into a straddle atop a
doghouse facing each other.

Looked painful. Looked like a slow, building pain. Looked hard to
fuck up and free of any specialty knot-tying requirement.
Perfect.

Not long after my first tongue-rape of my daughter's pussy,
things were going really well for me at work. We moved to a brand
new house. It predated the word McMansion, but that's pretty much
exactly what it was. A new tract of upscale suburbia built on
farmland, still within Dani's school district boundaries. We had
two extra rooms we didn't know what to do with, even after I
claimed the third floor loft as my office.

I paid a little extra for the full ten foot deep basement. Okay,
a lot extra. A BDSM dungeon needs a high ceiling, even if your
bitches are short. I also had an extra little six foot by eleven
foot room poured into the foundation, sticking out below the
workshop area of the garage like a flag. I had a flange run for a
toilet and a trap for a sink tied into the stack. From the
blueprints it looked like a custom room added to the foundation
for a bathroom. As I drywalled off the rest of the basement, I
put the old rolling bookcase fake wall in front of this closet. 

I know that sounds far-fetched for a *cough*nottrue*cough* story.
I figured one day I would make it into a real bathroom, but for
the short term, it made a cool little secret storage area that no
one knew about. I didn't even show it to Caryn, even though it
was cool and I did a really good job on the fake wall. Bitches
don't spend any time below the waterline in an unfinished
basement. The laundry room was off the ground floor kitchen. I
doubt Caryn even knew the secret closet existed. She saw the
space a couple of times, and then the drywall was up and she
likely forgot it ever existed at all.

The point? The point is that I kept the spanking horses and the
two-girl doghouse I built in that storage area. A couple chapters
later, that fake bookcase wall and the hidden storage area keep
me out of jail.

I tested the doghouse out, putting Caryn on it for a few hours
with her hands tied behind her back. The roofing shingles made
too round of a top on the point of the doghouse, so I replaced
them with a big industrial sheet of sandpaper they use in lumber
mills. That kept a nice sharp, rough poke into Caryn's twat. She
walked bow-legged for a day afterwards with a flaming red pussy
and chaffed ass crack. She also really fucked up the insides of
her knees trying to ride "up" off the point of the doghouse. It
sanded away her inner thigh skin in the process. Her knees
actually got bloody and the rash stayed weepy for days
afterwards. It's hard to bandage the insides of your knees. I
worried about infection.

The incest index of our family stayed fixed in the same spot for
a long time. A year and a half. A year and a half of spankings. A
year and a half of strapping the girls over the spanking horses,
tying their ankles and wrists, and letting the Spankin' Paddle
make its beautiful noise until the girls cried. A year and a half
of Caryn slurping the hot sperm out of my Johnson while Dani
knelt and fingertipped my balls.

Caryn's pre-natal vitamin packs yeilded amazing results. Both she
and Dani kept a full set of long, strong, fingernails like a
French hooker. Both of them already had beautiful long hair, but
their beautiful long hair got shiny like a shampoo commercial.
Amazing. Definitely worth the expense. If my plan had been to get
some extra spankings out of Dani having bad fingernails, Caryn
outsmarted me.

I didn't have to gin up a lot of fake reasons to get my bitches
naked and over-my-knee. The only recipe you need for conflict in
a household is to take one mother and add a pinch of one
daughter. Bitches fight a lot amongst themselves. Dani tended to
challenge Caryn a lot, probably because I was fomenting that kind
of power tension between them. All I needed was for voices to be
raised when my dick was twitchy. No problem there.

One place where Dani had no issues was school. Given the
likelihood of a molested girl acting out, I kept close tabs on
Dani's academics. No problems there either. She was a 4.0
student. Her teachers loved her and said she was wildly popular
with the other kids. A joy to have in class. A voracious reader,
even if her choice of books was a little "adult" for her age.

Dani often spent her required 15 minutes per night of "Daddy
Time" sitting on my lap reading. She asked me for
recommendations. Much to my surprise, she liked Cheever short
stories. I thought Hemingway would be an easy read for a
precocious eight year old, but she despised Ernie.

This sounds a little odd, but when you have unlimited access to
your daughter's pussy, having it grind into your lap every night
loses its magic.

Rubbing the strawberry oil on her nips and twat folds became less
sexy over time too. Dani had a pretty pussy. It was neat to watch
her little labia minor start to blossom outward, just as bright
pink and the rest of her. Dani took the humiliation of having her
daddy paint her privates and ream her ass ring with aplomb. I
looked for signs that my thumb rolling over her clit was having
an effect, but she was a poker face.

When Dani was eight I got the company tickets to the University
football game box seats one Saturday when they were playing an
out-of-conference game with a huge powerhouse National team. The
three of us went with one of Dani's dance class girlfriends. We
were right at the fifty yard line rail. Those are actually shitty
seats because it's hard to see the field over three hundred pound
giants sitting on the bench right in front of you. You could
smell the stink off those guys.

Dani was fascinated with the cheerleaders. Her eyes were huge.
She didn't give a damn about the game, but she watched the
cameramen dance around the cheerleaders in a near constant quest
for the "Honey Shot."

"Why are those guys always pointing their cameras at the
cheerleaders?" Dani asked me. "Don't they care about the game?"

"They are assigned to the cheerleaders," I explained. "The guys
in the TV booth never know when they are going to go to
commercial, so they always have a cameraman ready to shoot the
cheerleaders as they go in and out of breaks."

"Oh," Dani said. "You should get that job, Dad! Get paid for
looking at pretty girls!"

I laughed. "Well, I'm spoiled. I'm lucky I get to look at the two
prettiest girls in the city every day."

Two weeks later as Dani was sitting on my lap:

"Daddy?"

"Yeah, Sweetie?"

"How do you get to be a cheerleader?"

"Like at the college?"

"Like the ones on TV."

"Well you start out as a high school cheerleader, of course."

"Duh! I know that much. How do you get to be a high school
cheerleader? Do you take classes?"

"Er, uh, well, I'm sure you start out in Dance classes, just like
you're doing. Then, uh, I guess you need some tumbling classes.
Maybe gymnastics. Yaknow, to do the flips and stuff."

"Can I do that? Can I take gymnastics?"

I tried to picture my gorgeous daughter in a cheerleading outfit.
My cock got thick at the very thought.

"Sure, Doll. You and your mom figure out what you need to do and
I'll support you. As long as you keep your grades up."

My brilliant daughter. She already knew the answer before she
asked me (she asked her dance teacher first). She'd already found
a kids gymnastics program offered through the university. I had
no idea there were cheerleader clinics and instructional classes
for eight year old girls, but Dani already had the signup form in
her room.

She had to cut back on her dance classes, ditching the ballet and
keeping only the modern dance curriculum. But we made it work.

Eight and a half. That was my magic number. Caryn's grooming put
her "soft transition" at age ten. By that time, she knew she was
being sexed by her dad. She sucked her first cock at eleven. She
got her tits (late, she said) at thirteen. Her dad took her
cherry just after her fourteenth birthday.

On my work calendar, I penned out a big exclamation point on my
calendar at the day in March where Dani turned eight and a half.
I wasn't even sure what I was going to to do, but I was going to
up-the-ante in my grooming. I'd always thought that would be
Dani's first cock sucking, but the reality dictated that she was
still too young. Ten years old seemed like too far away. Eight
and a half was too young.

But... Fortune found me scratching my head and made the decision
for me.

The day after I "x"ed through Exclamation Point Day on my
calendar, I arrived home from work. I leaned in to kiss Caryn
with my briefcase still in my hand while she chopped some celery
at the kitchen island. She was seething. Tears were all over her
cheeks. She was pissed.

I'm a guy, so I was certain she had to be mad at me.

"What?" I asked. "What's up?"

Caryn clenched her teeth and shook her head.

"No, seriously," I insisted. "What's up? Talk."

Caryn said nothing and ratcheted the knife down over and over
like she was trying to dice the chopping block underneath the
celery.

NOW I knew it was really big. When Dom me told Caryn to talk, she
fucking talked. She never refused me twice.

"Bitch," I growled. "I'm not going to ask you again."

Caryn put down the knife and turned to me with a furious look in
her eye. "See for yourself," she sobbed. "Go ahead." Caryn
motioned am angry palm toward the hallway and I intuited that
something was up with Dani.

Dani still didn't have a door back on her room, so I just walked
in to find Dani sobbing like a baby on her knees on the floor.

"HOLY FUCK!" I shouted.

"Daddy!" Dani sobbed. "I'm so sorry!"

"HOLY FUCK!" I repeated.

"Daddy it's not our fault! Mom kept telling the girl not to cut
so much off! She kept telling the girl to stop, but she just kept
snipping and snipping!"

Dani's long, beautiful hair had been reduced down to barely
shoulder length. Almost a bob.

"HOLY FUCK!"

"Daddy, I'm soh-soh-sor-reeeeee!"

"Girl, you know the rules. How long are you supposed to keep my
hair in front?"

"So it's past the nipples that belong to you," Dani wailed.

"And how long are you supposed to keep my hair in back?"

"So it's past my bra strap or where my bra strap would be when my
hair is in a ponytail."

"HOLY FUCK!"

Ehn, it actually looked pretty good for a shorter haircut. She
looked like an eight year old girl instead of a flat-chested
woman. Unfortunately, the coif was a flagrant violation of my Dom
Daddy Rulebook. Mother and daughter both knew they were fucked.
It was the day after Exclamation Point Day. What a gift!

I've taken you through the basement ritual, even if I never
covered the parts where I started strapping my bitches into their
custom-built spanking horses to take swats from The Spankin'
Paddle. No need to revisit that part. 

Damn, I laid into those asses that night. I put my arm into it. I
was sadistic. I wasn't actually as mad as I let on, but I didn't
want the girls to know that.

I had put Caryn in a dog collar before, a little hat tip callback
to her real daddy. That was the first night that I did it in
front of Dani. Surprise, surprise, I had a matching black leather
dog collar ready for Dani too. It looked fantastic, nearly the
same shade of black as her hair.

"You bitches seem to have some issues remembering whose bitches
you are," I said. "So maybe some bitch collars will help you
remember."

After the over-the-knee spankings. I strapped Caryn over her
spanking horse first, then Dani. I left them both bent with their
asses in the air while I went to get a drink. Then I picked up
The Spankin' Paddle and lit into Caryn's ass with a swish and a
crack. I didn't hold back. She howled.

Then Dani. That was the hardest I'd ever hit her. Nearly as hard
as I paddled Caryn. I remember how the first blow absolutely
sizzled through Dani's quivering trussed body. She didn't even
scream right away. It hurt her so bad that she couldn't exhale to
make a sound. Not for a while. Then oh boy! She screamed.

After I blistered them both, I pulled out the doghouse and
dragged it into the middle of the floor. If either of them saw me
move the bookcase fake wall, they would have had to be looking
back between their legs. I didn't care.

The top plank of the spanking horses were actually a dual pair of
matching planks with the hands and neck "stock" holes cut out of
them. I really had thought it through. I slid the stocks apart
and put Caryn and Dani into a kneeling position with their neck
in the big hole and their hands locked on either side of their
heads. 

Perfect. I had some BDSM Master missteps along the way, but those
spanking horse slash stocks were awesome!

The only hitch was that the dog collars were riding a little
loose around their necks. The neck holes in the stocks were
pre-measured TOO perfectly, which meant the collars had to either
ride on top of the plank, which really put a choke on the girls'
chins, or it had to fall below the plank, which cut into my
viewing enjoyment. It was the first night for this phase of new
punishments. Collar below. Nice guy that I am.

With both of the girls locked into a kneeling position, I put The
Spankin' Paddle to Caryn's tits for the first time. Wasn't sure
how that would go over. Apparently it hurt. Poor girl.

I turned to Dani. Up until that moment, I thought I was going to
paddle her flat chest too, but I didn't. It was enough that she
saw what her mother took and knew the same treatment was waiting
for her somewhere in her future. Paddling a flat little girl's
chest seemed pointless.

I pulled the stock planks apart and let them both roll around on
the carpet and cry and recover for a few minutes. 

I pointed to the bulge in my pants and asked which one of them
was going to suck my cock. 

Caryn meekly pulled herself up on her hands and knees and crawled
toward me. I shucked my jeans and sat back in my "king" chair as
Caryn went to work with her mouth. Dani didn't have to be told,
but she took a little longer to get her fingernails into my
nutsack and start them dancing around.

I didn't want to come quickly, but the Dom excitement had the
best of me. My skin began to wow and flutter and the upsurge in
the back of my legs was strong.

"We're going to do something a little different this time.
Caryn-bitch, don't swallow all my come. Keep a load in your mouth
until I tell you." I panted the words out, and I barely finished
my sentence before my spine turned to electricity and my hips
involuntarily jerked. The come pumped out of me and into Caryn's
mouth in several waves. I collapsed against the back of my
chair.

"Good," I said. "You have daddy's come still in your mouth,
Caryn-bitch?"

Caryn nodded, her lips pursed into a tight pucker.

"Kiss Dani-bitch and show her what her Daddy's come tastes like,"
I said.

Caryn looked at me blankly for a beat. Then she turned and she
and Dani kissed. Caryn's mouth opened and tried to pry Dani's
lips farther apart, but Dani didn't seem to understand. The kiss
stopped and they both looked at me.

"Dani-bitch, did you taste my come?"

"Uh, y-yes, Daddy." 

"Dani-bitch, what did my come taste like?"

"Uhm, Ice cream?"

Caryn's expression deflated instantly. "Fffffff-f-f-f-fuck," she
spat. 

"Caryn?" I arched my eyebrow.

"My fault, Daddy. I didn't keep enough in my mouth to share. I'm
sorry. Fuck! I'm sorry."

I was a bit stunned. Caryn hadn't REALLY fucked up in a long
time.

"You are shitting me," I said in disbelief.

"What can I say, Daddy," Caryn rolled her eyes. She looked
whipped. "I screwed up."

"That's an understatement," I said. "Well, we'll have to escalate
the punishment and try it again."

I took some lengths of rope and tied Caryn's wrists behind her
back. Then Dani's. It wasn't a box-tie to the elbows. Just a
reg'lar old binding of wrists behind their ass cracks.

I only had one ring gag. Caryn got it. I had a big and small
bright red ball gag. I'd been saving the small one for Dani.
Another first. Black dog collar. White skin. Dark hair. Green
eyes. Red ball gag. Pink lips. Goddamn, that girl had never
looked so beautiful, even with the shorter hair.

I dragged the doghouse out from under an old blanket that was
hiding it.

Dani's big green eyes were everywhere at once. She had no idea
what was happening. She didn't understand the ball gag. She
didn't understand the doghouse until I grabbed Caryn from beind
under her armpits and lifted her up and onto straddling the point
of the roof. Caryn immediately looked down in panic at each of
her knees. 

I'd changed my design. 

Instead of sandpaper covering the entire gable of the doghouse
roof, it only covered the top nine inches on each side of the
point. Below that I'd inset a polished ceramic sheet on each
side, leftover from an experiment at work that didn't pan out.
Instead of sanding away at the inside of her knees when she
squeezed in to lift her pussy off the pointy grit of the roof,
her knees struggled and slipped to find purchase on the ceramic
sheet.
Caryn was taking every bit of that sandpaper point deep in the
meat of her slit and on the kiss of her asshole.

I smiled.

Caryn looked more panicked that I had seen her since Dutch ripped
out her asshole.

Caryn was already moaning and grunting in pain, trying to plead
with me with her locked-open mouth before I even lifted Dani to
face her on the opposite end of the doghouse. Dani yipped in
pain. Her eyes were huge.

"Don't be moving around too much," I warned her. "You fall off
with your hands behind your back and you're going to crack your
skull on the floor. Only a half inch of padding under that carpet
until you hit concrete.

Caryn was still in great shape. We both used our gym memberships
religiously. But Dani's little dancer legs were much stronger
than Caryn's. Given that Dani weighed less than a spring chicken,
she was going to have no trouble at all "riding" her split tail
up off the doghouse roof for a long time, even with her knees
pushing against the polished ceramic sheet. Both the girls rocked
backwards to get their bound palms pressed flat against the
inches of the top of the roof behind them. This allowed them to
lean back and take some of the weight and pressure off their
sanded, split twats.

I anticipated this.

I clipped a single chain between the front of both their dog
collars. A short chain. There would be no leaning backwards on
their hands with that chain. The best they could do is either
both balance slightly forward on their taints at the same time,
or take turns cutting into their asshole for relief while pulling
the other deeper onto the split of her cunt.

Sometimes I'm a fucking evil genius.

What good is the punishment without the humiliation? "So, you
bitches are going to think long and hard about keeping the parts
of you that belong to me -- and let's face it, that's every part
of you -- in the manner in which I have prescribed. I say how
long my bitches' hair is. I say how long my bitches' fingernails
are kept. I say what color my bitches can and can't paint the
fingernails which belong to me."

I took a drink of my Scotch and walked over to my workbench.

"I say which earrings my bitches can wear on the ears that belong
to me," I continued, popping the square lid off a jar of
petroleum jelly and scooping out a large dollop on my index
finger. "I say what kind of shoes you can and cannot wear on the
feet that belong to me. The dresses you can wear. The nightshirts
you can wear. The panties and bras you can and cannot wear. 

I wiped a huge deposit of petroleum jelly on the inside of
Caryn's right knee.

"I say when and where you can wear underwear at all."

Another huge wad of jelly on the inside of Caryn's left knee.
Caryn let out a long siren wail as she lost any remaining
friction advantage she had for "riding" the roof. Her thighs
bicycled a little, but her entire weight stabbed her down into
the point of the doghouse roof.

"I don't want to hear any excuses about who 'made you' break my
rules." I began slathering petroleum jelly on the insides of
Dani's knees. Her knees made one last pressure squeak against the
ceramic and she slid right down and started riding the roof hard
for the first time. Her moan jumped two octaves when her little
pink pussy finally smacked against the sandy point.

It took less than thirty seconds for Dani to instinctively lean
back for relief and sand her mother's labia against the roof.
Caryn overcompensated and yanked Dani forward so hard that Dani
actually travelled two inches forward across the point. Oh, the
screams that made it around the edges of her little ball gag.

The plan was to check on them in an hour. I hadn't even finished
my fatuous lecture and those two bitches were already cooking one
another's twats. My modification plus the petroleum jelly turned
out to be a cruel combination. Too cruel. 

"I'll be back in a half hour," I told them. "Behave. And think
about who owns you both, bitches."

I returned in twenty minutes. The screaming was so loud I
couldn't hear the television upstairs. 

I unclipped them and lifted them off the roof, Dani first. When
their hands came untied they rolled in the floor and both girls
stuffed the heels of their hands against their raw pussies,
reminding me of how Maxy doubled over and grabbed her twat after
I fucked the daylights out of her.

I'm really not a multiple comer. I can go a couple-three times in
a row if the situation challenges me. The times I double-teamed
Caryn with another guy, I always came at least twice in a
session. Once I came four times when I was trying to match the
efforts of the one threesome young guy Caryn really liked.

Mostly I'm a once-a-day EVERY day guy.

This sounds like a douche thing to say, but beating bitch ass and
then making my sexy wife suck my cock while my pretty daughter
played with my balls... Hey, it was old hat by that point. It
wasn't all that wild. Making my bitches "ride the roof" was new
and fun. Paddling Caryn's tits had been new and fun. Those dog
collars were new and fun.

But dude. I had work the next day and I'd already busted a fine
nut. I was ready to watch the first fifteen minutes of the
evening news and hit the sack. I was operating on Dom fumes.

I had to make my point though.

I put Caryn back to sucking my half-hard member. The doghouse had
just wrecked both girls. They were exhausted from pain and stress
and one previous turn at my cock. Caryn set about sucking as best
she could, but she wasn't radiating a sexy, slutty, submissive
bitch. She was merely trying to keep my hand from cracking across
her jaw. Her hand kept reaching back between her all-fours pose
to rub her puffy red mons. Her pretty blonde hair had gone limp
with all the stress sweat that poured off her while riding the
roof of the doghouse, so she was self-consciously trying to keep
pulling tufts of her own hair out of her mouth and away from the
suck.

It may have been the worst blowjob she ever gave me. I needed a
little more stimulation.

Being one day past Exclamation Point Day, I considered that this
was an opportune time for Dani to suck Daddy's cock for the first
time. It would be a good lesson to Caryn about trying to
circumvent my will. I envisioned both their expressions as I gave
Dani her first command to suck my cock. I envisioned Dani's
pretty little mouth wrapped around my swollen prick. I imagined
her big eyes trying to make sense of it all as her head pistoned
back and forth on my thick sharft for the very first time.

THAT imagery got my blood flowing. But I had to live with both
girls the following day. I thought about threatening Caryn with a
time limit, the same way Caryn's dad did to Caryn's mom. There
was no doubt that as soon as the words rolled out of my mouth,
Dani's fate was sealed. My cock was too numb and Caryn was too
off-her-game.

I looked at how fucking sexy both my bitches were in their dog
collars. Both their faces streaked with a mix of wet and dry
tears. Caryn's tits were still blotched with red marks from The
Spankin' Paddle. Her mascara streaks were faint, having been
created by tears and then almost washed away by thousands more
tears. Caryn looked used and exhausted, as broken as I'd seen her
since Dutch fucked her up. She was beautiful.

While Caryn quietly slurped on my thickening cock and Dani
kneeled and cried while she dutifully scratched at my balls with
her fingernails, I leaned down and picked up the chain that had
bound their collars together up off the carpet. I casually
unfixed the anchor ring of one of the spring clips and moved it
inward to shorten the function of the chain.

I stood. 

Caryn lifted from all-fours to just her knees without missing a
single, rhythmic slurp. Dani went from sitting on her heels to a
higher kneel.

I clipped both their collar rings back together. The chain was so
short they were both a paper's thickness from being cheek to
cheek. Dani's mouth was pulled mere centimeters from my swollen
cock shaft. With Dani as an anchor, Caryn couldn't even get full
extension on her cock sucking bob. Dani felt the pressure of her
mother's collar tugging at her own and started bobbing in time so
her mom could give me a proper cock sucking.

"Stick out your tongue, Dani-bitch," I growled. "All the way out,
make it long."

Dani picked that moment to lock eye contact with me. I knew Dani
had a long-ish tongue. I'd watched her tongue whip the fuck out
of an ice cream cone on numerous occasions. But until that moment
I didn't know HOW long. Dani was a fucking aardvark. Her tongue
was the same bright pink as mother and daughter pussies, but 50%
longer than her mother's tongue. 

Wow.

My beautiful eight (and a half) year old daughter had a porn
tongue.

And the only thing stopping me from shifting my hips and pushing
my dripping cockhead into her gorgeous little mouth was my own
fucked up moral sense of propriety. Such as it wasn't.

The optics of mother and daughter collared cheek-to-cheek, faces
rocking in sync as my cock got a smoothie and my daughter's
pretty tongue pantomimed out a slutty, pink, come-hither wave to
my sperm... her big green eyes drilling right into my Dom
overwatch...

Boom. I shifted from trying to figure out how I was going to live
with myself the next day having hard-raped my daughter's mouth...
into coming into Caryn's suck so hard it felt like my own ass was
getting popped with the Spankin' Paddle.

"Hold my come! Hold my come!" I panted between orgasmic
convulsions.

From the way Caryn slowed down instead of her usual
overstimulating acceleration, I knew she was doing just that. She
was holding jets of sperm in her mouth instead of gulping and
sucking for more until I was dry and thrashing.

I stumbled backwards, my eyes crossed with ecstasy and my vision
blurred with my spiked blood pressure.

"Show me," I panted down at Caryn.

Caryn tilted her head backwards and dropped her jaw so I could
see the dam of her teeth brimming with saliva bubbles and white
swirls of my sperm.

"Dani-bitch, you better not fuck this up or you're sucking the
next load straight into your own bitch mouth. Now open up your
mouth and teeth, kiss Caryn-bitch, and eat every bit of Daddy's
spunk that Caryn-bitch spits in your mouth."

The girls turned to kiss each other, but the chain connecting
their collars was almost too short for them to go lip-to-lip.
Both sides of their mouths pressed together. They couldn't quite
close the kiss. 

"Stick your tongue out, Dani-bitch," I said. "No, flatter. Take
what Caryn-bitch gives you and be grateful for it."

With the unsealed gap between my bitches' mouths, I got a good
look at Caryn's tongue probing out the advanced work of finding
Dani's extended tongue. Caryn didn't hold back. The entire load
of spit and sperm flooded between Dani's parted teeth. Caryn was
taking no chances this time.

Half the sticky mess poured over Dani's top lip and washed down
her chin. The other half washed back on her tongue and went down
her gullet in a hard, grimacing swallow.

Dani's big eyes went thin and her mouth made the shape of pure
revulsion. I was going to bust on her about the spillage, but she
was so obviously locked in a cringe at the taste of my load, I
let it go.

"You taste your Daddy's come that time, bitch?"

"Yeth Daddy." For a moment I thought Dani was going to hurl it
all back out on the carpet.

"What did Daddy's come taste like, bitch?"

"Uhg, Flintstone chewables and salt water."

I nodded. 

"And it was fucking delicious, wasn't it?" I asked.

"Yes, Daddy." Dani's expression said just the opposite. 

"So you want some more then?"

She did not. "Uh, yes Daddy?"

I reached down and unclipped Dani's collar from Caryn's.

"You heard her, Caryn-bitch," I said. "She wants more. Don't
waste all that beautiful sperm on her chin and chest. Giver her
some more and share some yourself."

"Yes, Daddy." Caryn was a robot. Dead in the eyes. Caryn blankly
licked the come and spittle wash off Dani's chin and then licked
tongues with her daughter to transfer some and swallow some
herself. Caryn licked the front of Dani's neck and did it again.
Caryn bent down to lick the front of Dani's chest, but I'd had
enough. My Dom was fading and I started to feel some empathy for
the girls. 

"That's it. Stop," I said. "We're going to forego the
reconciliation part tonight. There's no doubt you two bitches
both know who owns you tonight, is there?"

In unison: "No Daddy."

"Are my pussies nice and sore?"

In unison: "Yes Daddy."

"You both know that you two are on my shitlist until Dani-bitch's
hair is back at regulation length, right?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Dani-bitch, I don't want to hear water running. You don't drink
anything. I want to taste salty vitamins when I kiss you good
morning tomorrow. Leave Daddy's taste in your mouth until I say
otherwise."

Dani looked horrified. "Y-yeth Daddy."

"Get upstairs and get some A&D Ointment on my pussies, bitches.
Doctor 'em up good. You both may very well be back on that
doghouse tomorrow night. Get. Get out of my sight."

They were two Road Runner clouds up the stairs.

I packed away my bondage equipment, humming to myself. It wasn't
the Exclamation Point Day that I had planned, but it was still
pretty great. At the same time I was glad that I hadn't made Dani
suck my cock and yet I knew I was going to make it happen
sooner-rather-than-later.

I was wrong.

The next day while at work the phone rang and everything changed
again.


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<9th attachment, "Doming Daughter Dani 32 of 51 - The Other Shoe.doc" begin>

Doming Daughter Dani   Part 32 of 51   THE OTHER SHOE

By Dutchboy

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Attribution Only (CC BY) License. You can copy it, paste it,
change it, try and get some other fool to pay you money for it. I
don't care. Just acknowledge my original authorship and if you
change anything, be upfront about the fact that you changed it.
If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss your ass.

Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some
pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

-------------------------------
 
"Hey Weston," I said. "What's up?"

"Skip, are you sitting down?"

(Those are never words you want to hear in an unexpected phone
call from your lawyer.)

"You're not going to believe this one, Skip."

"Maxine wants money."

"Not exactly."

"What exactly, then?"

"Maxine wants to call you. Tomorrow if possible."

I had no comeback. "Er... Uh... Okay? About what?"

"I know, but I'm not supposed to tell you."

"Weston, you're my lawyer. You have to tell me. That's what a
fucking lawyer does. He tells his client shit that his client
doesn't want to hear."

"This is big."

"Weston... Knock it the fuck off."

"Okay. Okay, Maxine wants to relinquish her parental rights."

"That's fine," I exhaled. "I'm not using my parental rights
anyway."

"Skip," Weston drawled slowly. "You didn't listen to me. Not your
parental rights. Hers."

"What? She's putting a nine year old up for adoption?"

"Ten. Allison is ten."

"You can't put a ten year old up for adoption!"

"Skip, you dumbass. Maxine wants you to take custody of
Allison."

"What? What??? Fuck no!"

Weston went silent. "Er, I really wasn't expecting you to say
'no', Skip. Nobody ever says 'no' to custody of their kid."

"She's not my kid, Weston. I've never even met her."

"Allison wants to meet you."

"This is a really bad idea. I have a family of my own."

"Okay, okay, well... I guess I'm glad I told you then. At first I
was just fuckin' with you because I assumed you'd be thrilled by
the news. At least now you won't be so surprised when you talk to
Maxine tomorrow. Maybe you'll even have time to think up an
answer a little more tactful than 'Fuck no!' when she asks if you
want to be a father to your own child."

Ohhhhh. Fucking guilt from some jackass I'm paying to be my
advocate. That pissed me off. Pissed me off even more that it
rang kind of true.

"Weston, Dude... I'm sorry. I just wasn't prepared for this. I'll
talk to Caryn about it tonight, but I don't think it's a good
idea."

"Hey, Skip, not that it matters, but if you pass on this
opportunity don't be surprised if Maxine's next move isn't a
motion for support."

"There's more to this than money," I said. "I can't upend my
family like this without talking to them first."

Maybe Caryn would have been in a better mood that night as I sat
her down to broach the subject if her pussy wasn't still on fire
from the doghouse.

"You're the boss." Caryn just kept repeating that mantra over and
over as I looked to her for an opinion. "You're the boss."

I didn't bother talking to Dani about it.

I just made up my mind that my answer was going to be "no."



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<10th attachment, "Doming Daughter Dani 33 of 51 - A Long Avoided Phone Conversation.doc" begin>

Doming Daughter Dani   Part 33 of 51   A LONG AVOIDED PHONE
CONVERSATION

By Dutchboy

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If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss your ass.

Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some
pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

-------------------------------
 
"I don't know whether I'm supposed to call you Scott or Skip."
Maxine sounded old. She was 24, but she sounded 60.

"Skip is fine," I said. "How are you, Maxy?"

There was a long pause, followed by a sigh. "I've been better."

Another long pause. "Hey Maxy, I'm afraid I'm at a little bit of
a disadvantage. I don't know your story at all. I don't know
where you are living. I don't know what's going on. I don't know
anything. I think you may know a little bit more about me than I
know about you."

"Yeah," Maxy sighed again. "I appreciate that you reached out to
us. I do. I'm sorry, but I just wasn't in the right headspace to
deal with you back then. What? Six years ago?"

"Eight."

"Yeah, eight."

"Maxy," I said. "You have to believe me. I wasn't running from
you. I had no idea. Absolutely no idea. It was all just a series
of really bad luck that I broke contact with everyone in [my
hometown] right when you needed to find me."

"I'm not mad anymore, Skip. It's just... You know... My parents
didn't do anything to make life easier, so there was a lot of
pressure on me."

"Did you graduate high school?"

"I went back for a while, but I was too far behind to catch up. I
got my GED. I'm cutting hair at a SuperCuts."

"That's cool."

"No, actually it sucks," Maxy said. "My husband is a lineman for
the electric utility. He makes pretty good money."

"Husband?" I said. "Hey, I'm so out of it, I didn't even know
that you got remarried."

"Married," Maxy corrected. "You can't remarry until you stop
being married the first time."

"Sorry," I said. "You know what I mean."

"So you know why I'm calling, don't you?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Allison wants to get to know her father, Scott."

"I can come to town. We can visit for a while. See how it goes."

"It's more complicated than that, Skip. She wants to meet you,
but I need a break from her. My marriage is falling apart and
she's kind of in the middle of it."

"I don't understand."

"She's a handful, Scott."

"Discipline problem?"

"Discipline problems. School problems. Authority problems. Mouthy
problems. Truth problems. Every kind of problems. She needs a
strong father, Skip."

Oh shit. No. I wasn't going to invite some trainwreck into my
family, sight unseen. No way.

"I'm not sure that I'm the answer you are looking for, Max. I've
got my own family. Things are going pretty good for us. Not sure
that we want to take on a challenge like that."

"Neither do I, Skip. But I've had the reins for ten years. It
wouldn't kill you to take a turn with her for the next eight."

Silence.

"I really don't think I'm your guy, Max."

"On the contrary, Skip. You're the only hope I've got. My
marriage is unravelling. Ally and my husband are at each other's
throats. Once she found out that Kevin wasn't her real father,
she just melted down and stopped listening. I think you would be
really good for Ally."

"Max, we've got our own thing going, my family. I run kind of a
strict ship here."

"Ally needs strict. She needs structure."

"Max, I discipline. I spank."

"Well Ally needs a lot more of that, too."

"Does your... Does Kevin spank Ally?"

"He did. It's complicated."

I tried to read between the lines. "So you understand that Ally
would be spanked if she lived with us? You're okay with that?"

"Skip," Maxy sighed. "She needs a lot more than a spanking."

Shit. That was my pocket card to break the deal and she didn't
blink. "I just don't think I'm the answer to your problem."

"You're the only answer, Skip. Look. We don't have a lot of
money, but maybe we could send a little bit to help you cover
expenses."

NOW I was really confused. Maxy pay me to take Ally? WTF? "I'm
doing okay," I smiled. "It's probably time for me to send you
some support, instead."

Maxy's voice got panicked. "Skip, that's not going to help me.
Money is not going to help me keep my husband out of-- keep my
marriage together. I need Ally to find a better environment where
she can blossom."

Okaaaay. Something larger was at play. I was not getting the full
story.

Maxy's voice dropped to a whisper. "Look, Skip, my husband said I
could do anything, or offer anything to you to talk you into
trying out this arrangement. Anything. I have to get this done.
What do you want? Name it? What do you want me to do?"

I wasn't expecting that turn.

"Er... Max, assuming that you and I still had chemistry, I still
can't trade your marital problems for my marital problems."

"SKIP, GODDAMMIT! I've never asked you for ANYTHING. ANYTHING!
Eleven years and you haven't lifted a FUCKING FINGER. Are you a
sperm donor or are you a FATHER?"

"Er... Max? I'm the one who contacted YOU eight years ago?
Remember? You didn't want me to be Allison's daughter back then.
Remember?"

Silence.

"That wasn't my decision," Maxy whispered.

Silence.

I rubbed my eyes. "Look, Maxy, this isn't really a phone
conversation, is it? We should do this face-to-face. Why don't I
head into [my hometown] for the weekend. Maybe meet Ally. Maybe
you and I talk this out."

Maxy started crying. "That would be great, Skip."

I wrote down a callback number and hung up the phone. So much for
"no."

SHIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!


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<11th attachment, "Doming Daughter Dani 34 of 51 - Taking Ownership of Allison.doc" begin>

Doming Daughter Dani   Part 34 of 51   TAKING OWNERSHIP OF
ALLISON

By Dutchboy

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change it, try and get some other fool to pay you money for it. I
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If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss your ass.

Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some
pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

-------------------------------

My old corner of my hometown city had changed so much. What had
once been upper-middle class suburbia had dissolved into Section
8 housing and pawn shops and liquor stores.

I checked into a hotel that had been built on top of the
miniature golf course near the highway that was four lanes wider
than I left it.

By arrangement, Maxy came alone to see me at the hotel on
Saturday afternoon.

She looked a lot older than 25. She was still curvy, but not yet
fat. Looking at her, though, I could tell she was on her way to
being in a People of Walmart photograph. She looked like a white
trash starter kit.

Maxy was no taller than the last time I had laid eyes on her. Her
tits were no bigger, but still nice. She had a lot of wrinkles
for 25. Her hair was shoulder-length and the same wonderful blend
of dark brown colors.

We stood looking at each other in the motel doorway.

"Fuck," Maxy said.

"What?"

"I was hoping you got fat."

"I kinda did."

"Shut up. You look like a Chippendale's dancer. Fuck."

"You look great."

"Okay, I take it back. You don't have to shut up. You gonna let
me come in, or are you just going to keep blocking the door and
feeling me up with your eyes?"

"D'oh. Sorry. Come on in."

It was a cheap hotel/motel, but there were a couple of chairs and
a table in the room. I stacked those in the bathtub before Maxy
arrived so we were forced to sit next to each other on the bed.

We made a little small talk.

Maxy pulled a manilla envelope out of her purse and handed it to
me. Inside the envelope were thirty or forty photographs arranged
to show Allison's progression from newborn to her current ten
year old self.

So... Dani looked hardly anything like Caryn. Allison was a
photocopy of Maxine. Miniature. Same little button nose. Same
great brunette hair. Same Mediterranean skin. Same tiny stature
with big hips. All Ally was missing was Maxine's giant jugs. No
doubt, I could probably set my watch by them popping large and
fast at twelve years old, just like Maxine's had.

Ally's hair was way too short. Not an encouraging sign, as it was
one more conflict ahead of us if I agreed to take her in. Even
though they were only photographs, I could clearly see the chip
on the little girl's shoulder get heavier with every progressive
picture. She stopped smiling for pictures somewhere around seven.
The attitude got snarlier and snarlier on her top lip until it
was an outright sneer in the last picture.

Ally was damn cute, sneer aside. She certainly wasn't as
drop-dead pretty as Dani. I'm not being mean, just a fact. You'd
agree if I posted pictures.

When I showed Dani's current picture to Maxine, Maxine gasped.
"Jesus, Scott. Who did you marry? Julia Roberts? She's
adorable."

(For the record, I'm not a big fan of Julia Roberts or girls with
alligator mouths, but I'm sure Maxy meant it as a compliment.)

"She's dead set on being a cheerleader. Taking gymnastics and
dance and stuff."

"She looks the part," Maxy said. "What has she said about the
possibility of having a sister?"

"Er..."

"Really? Haven't said anything to her?"

"Well, she's eight. It's not really her call."

"I'm surprised you didn't bring your wife with you," Maxy said.
"Or should I be not surprised?"

"Meaning?"

"You know. Wondering if you are going to take me up on my
offer."

"To fuck me?"

"Scott, I never said I'd fuck you."

"You said 'anything.' Fucking is a thing."

Maxy gave me a soulful look and we both became aware of how close
together we were on the bed. "Is that what you want?" she asked.
"Is that the deal you want?"

"If there were no deal," I asked, "Would you want me to fuck you
anyway?"

"I don't want to fuck you at all, Scott."

"That's not what your eyes are saying." I leaned over and kissed
Maxy with two lippy, soft kisses.

Maxy exhaled. "Maybe not. But that's what my mouth is saying. So
if you want to me--"

I cut Max off with a hard kiss. I pushed her back flat on the
bed.

You know what happened next. Maxy was a mediocre cocksucker. She
was a passable fuck. I couldn't get her to come, even though she
seemed right on the edge of orgasm for the fifteen minutes I was
bitchfucking her deep.

As the come started bubbling in my balls I heard Caryn's voice, I
heard a repeat of what she said before I walked out of our house
to the car with my suitcase the night before. "Daddy, try not to
come home with one daughter if you're just going to [my hometown]
to put another one in that that Maxy-bitch's baby box."

No condom this time. I was barebacking a hard pounding into
Maxine's cunny. Surely she was on the pill THIS time, right?

Maxy certainly wasn't as tight as I left her, but her small
stature still made for a nice, squeaky-tight fuckbox. I enjoyed
it. She was a lot wetter than the last time, too. 

I made Maxy suck me off, just in case. Again, no great shakes.
Suzie at twelve was a better slut then Maxy at 25.

Maxy stumbled off the bed to pee while I panted and recovered.

"SCOTT, YOU ASSHOLE!" Maxy shouted from the bathroom. I had
forgotten that I stacked the chairs and table in the tub.
Busted.

I started laughing. Maxy stepped out and shook her head in
disbelief.

"Nice to see you haven't changed a bit," she frowned. Then the
corner of her mouth started to twitch.

A couple hours later I met Ally for the first time in a mall food
court. Awkward. Awkward. Awkward. Maxy left us alone. More
awkward.

Allison was a brooder. Allison wasn't a reader. The only thing
she could talk about was Disney Channel stuff. She didn't have
much to say about school. She didn't want to talk about her other
dad at all.

Ally was the personification of a blank stare. I tried to imagine
what she and Dani would have to talk about. Two years younger and
Dani probably still outscored Ally by 30 Stanford-Binet points.

Totally different kids.

But there was something about Ally's simplicity that made me
think that she and Caryn would get along famously. They were cut
from the same cloth.

Of course, I was actually busy trying to imagine how Ally would
look buck-ass naked and bent over my lap, about ten swats into a
hard spanking. Trying to imagine her expression while she knelt
at my feet and watched Caryn suck my cock and Dani scratch my
balls like a trained Geisha.

It was too late. The grooming train had left the station on Ally.
She could do nothing but fuck up a good thing with my two
submissive bitches.

We sauntered through the mall and made our own small talk. I
tried to get Ally to walk into Hollister or Aeropostale. I
offered to buy her some clothes.

"Those are for preps," Maxy wrinkled her nose. "How about Hot
Topic?"

"Absolutely not," I said. We kept sauntering.

"My mom always said you were really handsome," Ally said.

"Did she?"

"Well not always, but once she started telling me the truth about
you. She said you were tall, but I just thought she meant... you
know... Taller than her. Everybody seems tall to her. Me too, I
guess. I'm the shortest girl in my class. I think she still has
some kind of crush on you. Mom, I mean."

"I doubt that," I smiled. "Well, am I?"

"Are you what?"

"Am I handsome? Did your mother tell the truth?"

"I guess," Ally shrugged. "You look kind of like the sidekick in
an Arnold Schwarzenegger movie."

My mind's eye pictured Tom Arnold in True Lies. Not exactly a
compliment.

"Do you work out a lot, or something?" Ally asked. "You lift
weights?"

"As little as possible," I said. "I just run a lot."

"What? On your hands?" Ally poked me in my bicep. "So, Scott. I
think you're okay. I'd like to live with you instead of my mom."

Shit. I didn't expect Ally to try and close on me. I thought
there would be some more phone calls after I returned home. Some
more negotiation. Maybe another trip into town to get my cock
waxed by Maxine and an afternoon at Chuck E. Cheeze with Ally
before I stopped returning Maxy's calls and started sending
support checks.

"You know I have a daughter," I said.

"Of course," Ally said. "I'm right here."

"Sorry," I cringed. "I mean another daughter. I don't think that
you two would get along."

"Why?"

"She's... uh... She's a prep."

"Yeah, mom said she's a cheerleader and she's really super
pretty. That's okay. I got nothin' 'gainst preps. I just don't
wanna for to be one."

The urge to correct the girl's abysmal grammar was a telltale
sign that we were a bad mix.

"It would be a really hard transition for you, you know," I
continued. "Not just a new school, but a new town. Wouldn't you
miss your friends?"

"Mom says I'll make new ones. I dunno. It's not like I have a BFF
or anything now. It's all kind of weird."

"You don't really want to do this at all, do you?" I asked. "This
is all your mom's idea, isn't it?"

Ally shook her head. "No, it's me. I asked. I asked my mom to
call you."

"You didn't even know me."

"No, but I kind of do now. You're okay."

"Honey, I'm a real strict Dad. Real strict. I don't think you'd
like staying with me."

"My da-- Dennis is strict. It wouldn't be so different."

"I'm reeeeeal strict. Honey. I've got a lot of house rules and
stuff. A lot of rules. You won't--"

"Never mind," Ally said flatly. "I'm not going to beg you to be
my dad. Or I guess I should say act like my dad. My mom and
Dennis will just have to work something out."

"So what is it with this Dennis guy?"

"I asked you to take me to your home and you said no. It's cool."
Ally shrugged. She changed the subject. I let it go.

Maxine picked Ally up. I didn't hug her goodbye, I just smiled
and waved as they drove off. I headed back to the motel to pack.
No need to stay until Sunday. My business was done. I could be
home in three hours.

My cell phone rang. Maxy.

"So," Maxy said. "How soon can you do this?"

"Whoa, whoa," I said. "Slow down."

"Don't go weak in the knees on me now, Scott." Maxy grumbled. "We
had a deal."

"What? We had no deal!"

Long silence. "Scott, what the fuck was that at your hotel?" she
whispered. "We. Had. A. Deal."

"No, we had consensual sex," I said. "Not a deal."

"What is your wife going to think when I tell her you fucked me,
Scott?"

"My wife asked me to bring back pictures of your little mouth
wrapped around my big dick."

Long silence. "You are shitting me. You are reneging? Really?
You're welching? You took the pussy... a-gain. And you're going
to run and leave me holding the bag... a-gain? Not even YOU are
that big of a douchebag, Scott. I don't believe it."

"Easy," I mumbled. "I'm not saying no. I'm just looking ahead to
what's next."

"What's next is that you email me the phone number for your local
elementary school and we make arrangements for Ally to start as
soon as possible. What's next is you get your fucking car back up
here next weekend and I pack it full of Ally's stuff."

"WHAT? Surely you want her to finish out her school year where
she is?"

"Scott... Dammit..."

"What's with the fire sale? Why does this have to be right
away?"

"So you don't have time to weasel out of it, Scott. I can read
you like a comic strip."

Comic strip???

Long story short: One Saturday later I was stuffing Ally's
belongings into the back of Caryn's Explorer. More cargo space
than my BMW.

I was parked in front of Maxine's little house. Little house. It
was four blocks from the home I grew up in and suddenly it seemed
like a little house. I'd been fortunate, that's for sure.

"Look," I whispered to Maxine. "This is going to be a rough
transition for her. Can you give us a few days before you call to
check on her?"

Maxine was crying. "Skip, it's best for... for a lot of reasons
if I maintain radio silence for a while."

"I'll bring her back for a visit soon," I assured her.

"No!" Maxy said, too quickly. "I'll come and see her when I'm
ready. When we are ready. I know she's going to make a great new
life with you, Scott."

"Would you stop with the 'Scott,' Max? My sperm is still swimming
through your bloodstream. You can call me Skip."

Ally pushed through the screen door and slung a Kim Possible
backpack over her shoulder. "I think that's it, Mom. I got
everything."

Mother and daughter hugged. Maxy started heaving and crying very
hard.

The custody transfer papers weren't even drafted (much less
signed) and I was driving my new slightly-used daughter home.

I was worried. And I was right to be worried.


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<12th attachment, "Doming Daughter Dani 35 of 51 - Breaking Ally Down.doc" begin>

Doming Daughter Dani   Part 35 of 51   BREAKING ALLY DOWN

By Dutchboy

copyright: This work is released under the Creative Commons
Attribution Only (CC BY) License. You can copy it, paste it,
change it, try and get some other fool to pay you money for it. I
don't care. Just acknowledge my original authorship and if you
change anything, be upfront about the fact that you changed it.
If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss your ass.

Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some
pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

-------------------------------

Ally was in the house less than an hour before it all started
going to shit.

Ally was impressed with the house as we pulled up the driveway.
"Are we rich or somethin'?" she asked.

"I've been in the right place at the right time. We're
comfortable," I answered.

Caryn and Dani met us on the front doorstep and took turns
hugging Ally and trying to make her feel welcome.

We had one of the empty rooms that we had been using as a library
cleared out and a mattress set waiting for Ally. Caryn said we
should wait and let Ally have some input on buying her own
furniture. Caryn said it would be a bonding experience.

Ally was shocked by the starkness of her new room. We tried to
reassure her that furniture was just an afternoon away in the
future.

Dani took Ally to see her lavishly appointed room.

"Whoa," said Ally. "Where's your door? Why don't you have a door
on your room?"

Dani froze. I was close enough in the hall to hear the
conversation. I stuck my head around the frame. "Danielle had a
discipline incident a while ago," I said. "She lost her privacy
privileges. I told you that I'm a strict dad, remember?"

"What did she do, Scott?"

I took a deep breath. "That's between me and Dani. The point is
that I had expectations for Dani and she fought me on them and I
won. And that's the last time you call me 'Scott,' Honey. It's
'dad' or 'daddy' if you want."

"What if she needs to change clothes? What does she do?"

"She changes clothes," I said. "Dani's not allowed to hide things
from me. You aren't either."

"Well I can change my underwear without a parade walking past my
room watching me."

I stared Ally down. "You have a door. For now," I said. "Mess
with me and that might change."

It took less than two minutes before Ally came storming right
back up to me. "There is no door on our bathroom."

"That's right," I said.

"How am I supposed to pee and poop with no door on the
bathroom?"

"The same way you pee and poop with a door," I said. "You sit on
the toilet."

Actually, in the years that Dani had gone without a bathroom
door, I'd watched her bathe maybe two dozen times, having
replaced the shower curtain with a clear one so I could see
everything and Dani knew she was being watched. But I'd only
walked past the bathroom when she was dropping a deuce maybe
fewer than five times. Like any prisoner, she'd trained herself
to poop everyday at the same time, right when she got home from
school when I was still at work. I'm not German. I had no
scatalogical ambitions to see my submissive little bitch baking
brownies. Every time I caught Dani in the middle of a dump I
hooted as I passed by, but that was just for basic humiliation.

"Scott," Ally wagged her little finger at me. "That's just messed
up. Put the door back on the bathroom right now!"

"What did I tell you about calling me by my name?"

"Daddy, put the door back on the bathroom right now, Daddy. How's
that, Daddy? Is that better Daddy?"

Sigh. I knew that the "breakdown spanking" was inevitable. I just
hoped against hope that it would take a couple days or a week
before it came to a head.

"Okay," I sighed, "C'mon, Allison." I put my hand on her
shoulder. I don't know what she thought was going to happen, but
I didn't have any problem guiding her down the hallway and into
her room.

"Take your clothes off," I said. "All of them."

I knew she wouldn't. I knew it would be a fight. It was. Not much
of one. I stripped her clothes off her easily. I had her naked
with her little hands locked over her head in the big grip of my
left hand in just a few seconds. Ally was trying to jerk and
scream. I sat on her mattress and yanked her ass-up over my lap.


Niiiiice tan little round ass. I thought Dani had a sweet bubble
butt, but Ally had a juicy plum cleft for a bottom. Yes.

Oh, how that little bitch fought me. She was almost thirty ass
smacks into the spanking before she broke, showing her first loss
of spirit. She howled and cried as I gave her fifteen more
stingers, alternating between ass cheeks, but she stopped
thrashing and stopped trying to scratch my leg. I took the
opportunity to pull her cheeks apart and check her pink asshole.
Not as pristine as Dani's. She needed a good soaping.

"Whaaaah are you doiiiiiin?" Ally cried.

"I'm taking inventory of what belongs to me," I said. "Turn
over."

I stood up and dropped Ally on her back on the mattress. With one
hand I parted the cleft of her tiny pussy and examined the shape
and color. Average pink. Very meaty for a ten year old. Very
meaty for any girl. When I released her mons, her twat folded
back into a little tongue line sticking out of the bun of her
hairless mons.

Allison had a big, dark red freckle on the top of her right
nipple. Half of it was on the aureola and half on the bud of the
protruding part of the narp. Straddling the crease. Other than
that, Allison had decent skin. I was used to Caryn's pale skin
and Dani's alabaster chalk skin. Ally's golden hide looked
positively tribal to me. Nice change of pace.

"Kid," It hurt me not to call her 'bitch' but we were still in
Hour One. "Kid, I don't know what the fuck went on with you and
your mom or you and Dennis, but if you think you are getting over
on me, you are fucking with the wrong bull. This is my show. My
house. Everything in it belongs to me. That includes you, Kid.
You belong to me now. All of you."

"You spank really hard," Ally sobbed.

"You have no fucking idea," I smiled. "What do you think you're
doing?"

"Putting my clothes back on."

"No," I said. "Those are my clothes. Leave them right where they
are."

"Noooo!" Ally stamped her bare feet on the hardwoods. It made the
little pinch of titty fat around her pale nipples jiggle.

"Oh yes."

"How am I going shopping for furniture naked?"

"Well that might be a problem," I said. "So you'll have to go
tomorrow, assuming you get with the program and we don't extend
this spanking thing into this evening or beyond.

"I'm not going to be walking around this house all naked by
myself all night!"

I nodded. "That's true. You won't be the only one naked.
Danni-bitch! Caryn-bitch! Get your asses in here, now!"

My wife and daughter dutifully walked into Ally's bare room and
started pulling off their clothes without being told. Ally's eyes
bugged.

"Kid, kneel. On your knees. Now. No, over there. No, on the other
side of Dani-bitch."

I had all three of them kneeling nude on the hardwoods in front
of me. Ally to the left, Dani in the middle and Caryn to my
right.

I explained to Ally the bit about them all being equal to me, and
that when one girl got in trouble, they all got in trouble. The
look on Ally's face was priceless. Raw disbelief and unveiled
disgust.

"That said," I drolled, "Caryn-bitch is first among equals. She's
my best bitch. You'll see why firsthand soon enough. Dani-bitch
is a mostly obedient daughter. So far, she's outranking you.
Anyway, who is next over my lap?"

"Me, Daddy." Caryn and Dani in unison.

"That's some good, bitches," I smiled. "Caryn-bitch, you first."

It made an impression on Ally, watching me spank my wife. Dani
cried a little when it was her turn over my lap, even though I
wasn't unleashing my full swat on her ass.

It was an awkward night. All three bitches worked in the kitchen
together, preparing a big dinner meal. All three of them naked.
Three terrific asses and one delicious set of knockers.

I did my part to pull back and pretend everything was mostly
normal, even though it clearly wasn't normal to Ally.

Caryn and Dani took their turns sitting on my lap and doing
"Daddy Time" while we watched TV in the dark, something on cable.
I called Maxy to my lap. She sat tentatively. I wrapped my big
arms around her and cradled her. I kissed her ear warmly. Yeah, I
rubbed her round little butt cheek with my hand over and over.

"Relax," I whispered in her ear. "This isn't really prison. You
just won the lottery. Just relax. Relax and find your place in
this family. Your family. This is your family, Allison. You're my
girl. I want you to be my best girl."

Allison's head snapped and she looked me in the eyes
suspiciously.

I arched my eyebrows.

"Sorry, Sc-- Dad. It's just..." Ally leaned close and whispered
in my ear conspiratorially. "That's what Dennis used to say.
'Best girl.' "

I nodded, even though I didn't understand.

"Sugar," I whispered back in her ear, "Part of being mine means
that you have to grow your hair out. Long."

"As long as Dani's?"

"Er, no. Longer. Dani got in a lot of trouble for that haircut.
She's growing it back longer."

"Okay. I guess."

"No guessing," I whispered. "Tell me that you are mine. Tell me
that you belong to me."

Ally paused and then nodded hesitantly.

"No," I said. "Say it. All of it. Say it out loud."

"I belong to you," Ally whispered so low I could barely hear it.

I nodded. "Good," I said out loud. I paused the movie we were
watching. "Bitches," I said to Dani and Caryn beside us on the
couch. "Ally-bitch has something she wants to say. Out loud."

Ally blushed.

"No," I said. "Say it. Say it so they can hear you."

"I... I belong to him," Ally stammered quietly.

"Daddy," I corrected. "Say 'I belong to Daddy. Every bit of me.'
"

Allison said it for the first time. I kissed her cheek. Dani
smiled a 100 watt smile. "Welcome to the family, Sis," Dani
laughed.

I unpaused the movie. That was that for a while.

On Sunday my bitches (clothed) went shopping and put a hurt on my
credit card. They brought home bags of clothes and housewares for
Ally, as well as receipts for furniture that would be delivered
later in the week.

Monday I took Ally to Dani's elementary school. That was a
clusterfuck. Try enrolling a kid in public school who isn't
legally your kid yet. My name wasn't even on the copy of the
birth certificate Maxy sent. Maxine had explained the situation
to the principal, and had Ally's records transferred, but every
step of the registration process was a goat schtup. The release I
had for Ally hadn't been notarized. The credentials I had from my
lawyer were signed in a different jurisdiction. God.

All I had going for me was State Law that said Ally had to be
enrolled in school. The principal estimated that it would take a
week or two to work through the legalities and collect everything
I needed to satisfy her enrollment checklist.

Between Caryn and I, we didn't have two weeks worth of days off
we could take to stay home with Ally. There was no way I was
leaving her home alone.

I was walking out of the principal's office in defeat when I had
a thought that spun me around and walked me back into the
principal's office.

"Hey, isn't there some kind of 'visit from a relative' program
where a nephew or a niece can just sit in on classes for a short
time when they visit town for a long time?"

"Well yes. We've never used that provision in my years here, but
I think we have a policy paper for that."

"You find your policy paper. We'll see you Wednesday morning."

Tuesday afternoon, while we were in the house alone, I told Ally
to take a shower. Then I leaned in the doorway and watched her
through the clear curtain. She saw me leaning and leering and she
froze.

"Get busy," I said. "Soap up. Get that nasty ass of yours squeaky
clean. Get the rest of you squeaky clean too."

Ally just stood there, deer-in-the-headlights and trying to cover
her nipples with one hand and a bar of soap.

"Fine," I said. I threw the curtain aside and let the shower
splash ricochet into the ceramic surfaces of the bathroom. I
pulled the soap out of Ally's hand and ordered her to put her
palms flat against the back wall.

I soaped her back into a lather, then skipped to the back of her
legs, saving her ass for last. My soapy finger slid between the
crack and probed for the divot of her asshole. I found it. I
circled it. Ally jerked like a live wire.

"Stop!" Ally said. "Stop, or I'll tell!"

"Tell who?"

"Tell my mom! Tell the cops."

"Well, you might as well have something worthwhile to tell them,"
I said. I spun Ally toward me by the shoulder and cracked her
across her jaw. Dropped her right down into the tub. I grabbed
her hair and pulled her back on her feet. I soaped her pre-tits.
I pushed the top blade of my hand into her pussy for the first
time. That got her crying. I soaped her face and deliberately
covered her eyes in foam.

"Rinse off. Dry off. Leave your clothes off, bitch," I said.



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<13th attachment, "Doming Daughter Dani 36 of 51 - Breaking Ally Down Part Two.doc" begin>

Doming Daughter Dani   Part 36 of 51   BREAKING ALLY DOWN PART
TWO

By Dutchboy

copyright: This work is released under the Creative Commons
Attribution Only (CC BY) License. You can copy it, paste it,
change it, try and get some other fool to pay you money for it. I
don't care. Just acknowledge my original authorship and if you
change anything, be upfront about the fact that you changed it.
If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss your ass.

Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some
pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

-------------------------------
 
"Where is it?" Ally said.

"Drop the towel," I answered. "Where is what?"

"My phone."

"You lost phone privileges," I said. "You're not calling anyone.

"I want to call my mom. NOW!"

"Your mom doesn't want to talk to you," I said. "And that tone of
yours is going to get your ass in more trouble than you know."

"Screw you, Scott!"

Pow. The back of my hand crossed her temple on its way down past
her nose. The towel came off somewhere in her fall to the floor.
I picked her up by an ankle and carried her upside down into her
room, where I threw her against the wall behind her bed. She
bounced back onto the mattress.

I spanked her very hard and for a very long time.

I stood up to find a pretty hard boner in my pants. All my Dom
had combined with all of Ally's tears to give Daddy a chubby.

I had to send the delivery truck with Ally's desk away. Couldn't
have them in the house with a squalling, naked ten year old.

As soon as Dani walked through the door I kissed her and told her
to strip.

Same with Caryn arriving home after work.

Caryn and Dani cooked dinner in silence. The three naked bitches
ate in silence.

"Clear the dishes and everybody make sure you pee," I said. "Then
get your bitch asses downstairs."

I only had two spanking horses, so after I ran all three bitches
past my lap and hand, I had to take turns tying first Dani and
then Ally ass-up over the smaller spanking horse. I went easy on
Caryn and Dani, but I laid into Ally's ass with The Spankin'
Paddle. You could have fried an egg on that bum.

Watching Ally wriggle in the floor afterwards, desperately trying
to rub the burn out of her round butt cheeks sparked my cock
again. I was awash with the second seriously pedo desire of my
lifetime.

It was go-for-broke time.

"Goddammit, you bitches! All that naked ass made my dick hard.
With three bitches, there's no reason I should have to abide a
cock tease in my own house. Which one of you bitches is going to
suck the hard out of my dick?"

"I will, Daddy," Caryn said.

Ally's eyes bulged when I dropped my pants and stepped out of my
underwear. My cock was at full mast, pointing at the ceiling. I
don't usually drip pre-come until I've been sexed or jacked for a
while, but the tip of my cockhead was flipping bubble-filled
strings of clear sticky fluid every time my cock throbbed and
twitched.

Ally seemed to be watching a car accident scene. She had a look
of horror deeply etched in her face. When Dani knelt and started
scratching my hairless bag I thought Ally was going to faint.

"What do you think you're doing down there on the floor," I
growled to Ally. "This is your punishment. They are cleaning up
your mess. The fuck you are just going to lay there in the floor.
Get over here."

Ally crawled toward my open right knee.

"Stand up," I said.

Ally nervously came off her knees. I put my palm behind her ass
and pulled her into me. "Caryn-bitch has taken responsibility for
my hard cock. Dani-bitch has taken responsibility for my tight
nuts. All that's left for you is to kiss me. Kiss me,
Ally-bitch."

Fucking shock, she did. She kissed me. And she kissed me pretty
well. Nice and lippy. My mouth opened and hers followed. My
tongue pushed against Ally's tongue. Ally's tongue began to poke
and cicle mine. It was like she knew exactly what to do.

Pow. I started twitching and waves of come jets fired into
Caryn's tight suction.

"Ohhhh, yes," I hissed. I looked down to see Caryn maintaining a
weird little underbite and I realized she was holding my come,
waiting to see if I wanted her to share it with the girls.

I definitely wanted to see that, but again, it was too much too
soon for Ally. We were already over-the-line with an ungroomed
stranger in our house.

"Swallow it down, Caryn-bitch."

Gulp.

Ally got a crash course in the "reconciliation ritual." I enjoyed
getting my lips on that sweet apple ass for the first time. She
sucked my fingers hard when it was her turn, after watching Dani
lick my palm and suck my fingers.

Ally was shell shocked, understandably.

I sent the girls upstairs to bed so I could clean up and stow the
horses.

"Daddy?"

I looked up to see Dani standing in the doorway to the basement.

"Yes, honey." (Okay, I just busted a nut under the ministrations
of three girls. I didn't have a enough Dom left in me to call her
'bitch.')

"Uhm, I'm worried. About Allison."

"She'll get with the program," I said.

"You think?"

"I think."

"I dunno. I'm not sure I trust her."

I nodded. "I know what you mean. But the house rules are mine to
make. It's my call. Just make sure you do your part to protect
the family and we'll be fine."

Dani stood there.

"What?" I asked.

"This sounds dumb," Dani shifted between her feet. Her naked skin
glowed under the halo of the can light above her head. "But..."

"Say it."

"Now it really sounds dumb."

"Go ahead."

"You know how you call us your bitches?"

I nodded.

"Would it be okay if we... you know, now that there are three of
us, if we were like... a coven?"

"Coven? Like witches? Instead of bitches?"

"No, not instead of bitches. Not for you. I mean just when us
bitches refer to each other. Like a word for us to use. I looked
up the word in the dictionary and coven doesn't have to mean
witches. It can just mean 'a secret group or association.'"

"Coven?"

"Never mind. I told you it was dumb. I just thought it sounded
cool."

"No no, honey. I like it. I don't know why, but you're right. It
sounds cool. A coven sounds like a cool club for three kept
bitches to belong. I like that a lot. You want to take that idea
to your mom and sister?"

"Oh. I guess I could. I just thought it was easier if you... you
know..."

"If I made a Daddy rule?"

Dani smiled. "Exactly."

"Done and done," I said. "Where's your mom?"

"Doctoring Allison's butt with A&D. Bonding, I think."

I smirked. Bonding, I think. What a smart kid.

"Daddy?"

"Sugar?"

"Am I really your second best bitch?"

"Sure. Why? Is there any doubt?"

"No reason. Just... Well, you were really kissing Allison. It's
been a long time since you kissed me like that. You know. With
your tongue and stuff."

"Mmmmm," I nodded. "Okay. We just kind of fell into our roles.
You're good at scratching my balls now. As good as your mom.
Maybe you can teach Allison how you do it, and she can scratch
nuts while you kiss me."

"Okay." Dani looked blank. I wasn't sure if I had gotten some cue
wrong. "But I still don't trust her." Dani mumbled and went up
the stairs.

The following day we avoided all conflict. That's the way it
goes. "The Day After" is always exceptionally normal. Everybody
wants it to be normal. Psyches need time to heal just as much as
blistered asses.

The day after that Ally went to school for the first time and I
was back to work.

The day after that was the last time I saw Maxy. She dressed up
for an "expedited" court date in our city. I thought Ally had to
be present but I was told not to bring her at all. I saw Kevin
for the first time. Thin, but premature in the hair-loss
department. He was older than Maxy. In his thirties. He looked
older than me, but I don't think he was.

Maxy didn't so much legal-me into Ally's life as she scraped the
girl off her shoe on to me totally. I'd thought there would be
some visitation for Maxy. Nope. Maxy was going to walk out the
door and leave me with the keys to a ten year old attitude
factory.

From a pedo-Daddy perspective, this was a bonus.

But... something, some voice in my head knew I wasn't getting the
full scope of engineering specs on that little girl. She had a
major defect that was being hidden from me. I pulled Weston into
a conference room outside our courtroom and told him I wanted to
keep the thinnest legal thread I could to keep Maxy from totally
divorcing Allison. I had all the power and responsibility, but I
wanted an escape clause in the paperwork somewhere. A return
policy.

More or less, that's what we got.

That night I walked through the door to the sound of Allison
howling in pain. Girlfight?

No. I found her doubled up on the floor of her room.

"How did you do that?" Allison screamed at me.

"Clue? Please?"

"How did you block my mom's number from every phone? EVERY phone
in this town! How much did you have to pay to do that?"

Processing. Processing. Oh, fuck.

"We agreed you wouldn't call your mom without my okay," I said.

"I hate you! I hate you!"

I blinked. Oh, shit.

I could have beat some ass, but it was better to let some fires
burn out on their own or a Dom will end up beating ass all day.

Ally was still wailing when Caryn walked in the door a few
minutes later. Caryn looked at me and arched an eyebrow.

"No, not me this time," I said.

"What's going on?" Caryn unclipped her University access badge
from her skirt and tossed it in the wodden bill rack on the foyer
table.

"I think Maxine changed her number," I whispered.

"Oh," said Caryn. "Fuck."

"Yeah. Ally thinks I did it. She thinks I blocked her mom under
some citywide conspiracy. I guess she tried to call from school
or something."

"Ehn. That's scary. I'll talk to her."

"No. Not on this. It's better to let her think I did it."

"Wha? How do you figure?"

"If I can block the telephones in this entire town, how powerful
must I be? How far my reach?"

"Oh. Okay. Yeah."

"Besides. My shoulders are broad. Let her hate me."

"Uh, I don't know about that. Honesty might serve you better on
this one. At least until she's more integrated into the family."

"Coven," I corrected.

"Coven?"

"Coven. You three are a coven."

"Uh... Do I want to know? Is there a blood altar and bat wing
soup in our future?"

"No. But Da-- I just like the way it sounds. Now that there are
three of you. Refer to yourselves as a coven."

"You're the boss."

"I sure the fuck am," I smiled and patted Caryn's ass.


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<14th attachment, "Doming Daughter Dani 37 of 51 - Fun With Child Protective Services.doc" begin>

Doming Daughter Dani   Part 37 of 51   FUN WITH CHILD PROTECTIVE
SERVICES

By Dutchboy

copyright: This work is released under the Creative Commons
Attribution Only (CC BY) License. You can copy it, paste it,
change it, try and get some other fool to pay you money for it. I
don't care. Just acknowledge my original authorship and if you
change anything, be upfront about the fact that you changed it.
If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss your ass.

Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some
pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

-------------------------------

We had a quiet weekend.

The following Tuesday morning my work phone rang. It was Caryn. I
knew something was terribly wrong.

"Skip, can you talk?" Caryn was whispering. "Get to a conference
room or step outside."

My heart started racing. I ducked into a conference room and
pushed the door shut. "What is it?"

"That little bitch told one of her teachers that you molested
her. A case agent for Child Protective Services just came by my
office. He's interviewing Dani and Allison at their school right
now, he's got a cop with him."

"Ohhhhhhh fffffff-f-f-f-f-f-fuuuuuuuu....."

"He wants to meet you at the house at one o'clock. Wants to walk
through with the cop."

I took a deep breath. "Okay," I said. "Don't panic. We'll play
the cards we're dealt."

"I'm worried," she whispered.

"Yeah. I'll protect you."

I hung up and went into the bathroom and puked my guts out.

One o'clock. Sitting on the stairs in the foyer, staring at the
front door. Listening for a car.

One thirty.

Two.

Three.

Three thirty. The school bus came and went without my daughters
getting off. Ominous indeed.

Three timid knocks.

I opened the door. The caseworker was old. Sixty-five, seventy
kind of old. His suit was rumpled. His tie was hopelessly out of
date. He was short and bald. Black.

He pronounced my last name correctly, making it into a question.
That frightened me. No stranger ever gets my four-syllable Slavic
last name correctly. Nobody.

I nodded.

"You know why I'm here?"

I nodded. I looked behind the man to his Ford Taurus parked at
the curb. No signs of a cop or a cop car.

"I'd like to come in."

"Okay," I shrugged.

"Nice house."

"Thank you."

I walked him into the kitchen and we sat at the table.

"Sorry I'm late," the agent said. "But there was a boatload of
crap to unpack in this case, and ten Gordian knots to unravel. I
guess I should start at the beginning. This all started with a
hotline call. I'm not at liberty to tell you who made that call,
but you and I are going to break more than one rule today, so we
might as well cut through the formalities. Apparently Allison
Guillini approached her teacher, Mrs. Waites, yesterday after
school and told her a lot of details about her life in your
household. The nature of those details required Mrs. Waites to
contact the police and the Child Services Hotline."

I'm a hothead. It was all I could do to keep a poker face.

"I was assigned the case and I interviewed both your daughters at
their school today," the agent said.

"Where are they?" I asked.

"We're getting to that. There's kind of a template for how you
and I do this, so just bear with me. Anyway, I interviewed
Allison first and she told a pretty disturbing account of..." The
caseworker flipped open a notebook. "Er... here it is. Spanking.
Spanking with a paddle. Slapping. Beating. Forced nudity. Uh...
She claims that your wife fellated you while she was forced to
watch and while your other daughter Dani massaged your genitals.
There's some more, but that's the thumbnail."

The agent looked me in the eyes, measuring me. I gave him
nothing. "Was that a question or a statement?" I asked.

The agent held up his hand in a stop sign. "So," the agent
continued. "When I interviewed Danielle, she told a different
story completely. Danielle denied that any Allison's account
actually transpired."

"Because it didn't," I said.

The agent held up his palm to shush me again. "Danielle also went
on to say that Allison had confided in her that Allison doesn't
like you very much and she didn't want to come live with you.
Apparently you've only recently reconnected with Allison,
correct?"

"True." I sighed. I assumed Danielle's account was true.

"And," the agent continued, "Danielle said that Allison confided
in her that she was going to make up a story about you and get
you arrested so that she could go back and live with her mom."

I blinked rapidly. The agent's words took a second to sink in.
Dani had covered for me. Perfectly. Brilliantly.

"Shit."

"Yes," said the agent. "But hang on. This gets better. All the
Child Service divisions in the state share the same database. Now
if it's a state-to-state matter, we suck. We can really drop a
ball. But if it's different bureaus within the state, we can
track the same kid pretty well. There's a slight delay between
when we open the case in our system and when it cross-references
any matches. I was already at the girls' school when the alert
came in that Allison already had a case file. That's why I'm
late. I ran back by the office to grab Allison's other file and
it took almost two hours to spool off the fax machine."

I shook my head. "I have no idea what you are telling me. Another
file?"

"You had a court hearing? To transfer parental rights?"

"Yeah?"

"In which jurisdiction? [my hometown] or here?"

"Here."

The agent smirked and nodded. "Yup. There was a reason for that.
Uh, most of this kind of information is classified for privacy,
but I'm unclassifying it. If your ex-wife wants to sue me, she
can sue me."

"We were never married," I said.

"That's right. That's right. I read that. Sorry. There was a lot
of history to get through in a short time. Bear with me. Anyhow,
Allison Guillini made several sexual abuse claims about her step
father, Kevin Zimmerman."

"Wha?"

"Mr. Zimmerman denied the allegations, but the judge in [my home
town] ruled against him. Guilty. He was put on probation, but the
terms required him to vacate the family home. He couldn't be in
his house when Allison was home. Apparently he was living in a
motel."

All the dominoes in my brain finally lined up. They began to fall
into one another with a satisfying zipper sound.

"So," the agent said, "Maxine Zimmerman had to chose between her
husband and her child."

"Holy shit," I said. "Holy shit. I had no idea."

The agent nodded. "My day just got a lot more complicated. Now I
have to wade into some old business in [my hometown]. But the
first step is to just go ahead and clear the current
investigation involving you."

The agent asked me fifteen or twenty questions about how I
disciplined Dani and Allison. I lied about almost all of them. I
admitted to spanking Dani a couple of times when she was little.
Said I felt bad and that there probably was a better way to have
handled a frustrating situation. Tried to keep a straight face
while I piled on the whoppers.

"Nothing adds up here," the agent said. "Nothing but the obvious,
I'm afraid. Do you have a computer in your home? Does Allison
have access to it? Have you seen her using it? You may not know
this, but there is an inordinate amount of pornographic material
that is readily available through various Internet distribution
sites."

Noooooo! Really?

The agent continued. "Allison's mother said in the other report
that Allison had been caught accessing pornographic materials and
that was her mother's explanation for where some of Allison's
story derived."

"I... I... I guess that's a possibility," I said. "I don't hover
over her every time she gets on the computer. Now that you
mention it... Allison has been on the computer almost every
night." Complete lie.

The agent nodded. "They make some specialty software for blocking
pornographic sites. I can send you some recommendations, if you
want."

"Please!" Yeah. Right.

The agent nodded again. "I suppose my first clue that Allison
wasn't telling the truth is when I asked her to describe your
penis. That's a standard question we have to ask when there has
been an accusation of sexual molestation or exposure." The agent
held up both of his palms eighteen inches apart to mimic
Allison's answer.

I laughed out loud. "If only!"

"My thought exactly," said the agent, smiling a little for the
first time. "That's what made me strongly suspect that this was
some kind of regurgitation of something Allison had seen in
pornography."

"Oh shit," I shook my head.

"Well," said the agent. "This is the part where I usually do the
walkthrough of the home environment with you, but I've got a lot
of writing to do on this case. What I'm going to do first is call
Mrs. Waites and let her in on what's going on. Get your
reputation back with everyone at the elementary school. Then I'm
going to flag Allison's file so if there are any further
incidents or reports, I can troubleshoot a hotline call before it
escalates into another international incident."

"I'd really appreciate that."

"And of course, I'll have to work on trying to see if there is
some way to clear Mr. Zimmerman, but I won't need any involvement
from you for that."

"Lemmeknow if I can help," I said.

The agent looked me dead in the eyes. "This isn't over for you.
Girls Allison's age who make false accusations tend to do it as a
pattern of behavior. You're going to have a lot of heartache in
your future, I'm afraid. All I can do is try and clean it up
before it gets out of control. I'm afraid there are no
guarantees. If you can, have your wife present with you any time
you discipline Allison, it may be a good idea."

"No problem. Jeez," I mumbled. "I should have known Allison's
mother was up to something."

"She was just trying to protect her marriage. You're not a sap.
You're a dad. Being a dad is going to be a tough job until
Allison works through this phase she's in. I'm going to suggest
that you get her into counseling. I'll send you some
recommendations if you want."

"That would be great." No fucking way.

"Okay. I'm out of here. Your daughters were being kept in the
school counselor's office with one another Child Services Agent
and the guidance counselor. I'll make the call and they'll be
dropped off within the next thirty minutes. Try not to
immediately unload everything onto Allison when she arrives. I
encourage you to find whatever patience you've got within you and
help her work through this kind of unacceptable and damaging
behavior. Talk to her. Make her understand. Just be patient with
her."

Pfffffffffttttttt!!!! I was planning to rip that little bitch in
half the moment Child Services drove away.

"Of course," I said. "Of course."

"Oh," said the agent. "I really should check the basement, at
least. Allison had a very detailed description of some sort of
wooden bondage apparatus. It was unusually detailed. Would you
mind?"

"Not at all," I smiled.

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<15th attachment, "Doming Daughter Dani 38 of 51 - Payback Part One.doc" begin>

Doming Daughter Dani   Part 38 of 51   PAYBACK PART ONE

By Dutchboy

copyright: This work is released under the Creative Commons
Attribution Only (CC BY) License. You can copy it, paste it,
change it, try and get some other fool to pay you money for it. I
don't care. Just acknowledge my original authorship and if you
change anything, be upfront about the fact that you changed it.
If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss your ass.

Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some
pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

-------------------------------

The girls arrived as Caryn was pulling into the driveway. She had
to wait until the Child Services agent backed out in order to get
to her side of the garage. I smiled and let the girls into the
house and waved at the agent.

Before I killed Allison, I walked Caryn up to our room to debrief
her in private about everything that had gone down.

As we walked the upstairs hall toward our room, Caryn said, "Oh,
you put the doors back on." 

"Yeah. Of course. Why?"

"I made up some bullshit story about how two of the doors didn't
match the others when we bought the house, and how they were
custom orders and we were waiting for them to arrive from the
factory."

"Why didn't you tell me you said that?"

"I forgot. I dunno. That was the last thing on my mind."

"If the agent had toured the upstairs, you realize we would have
been busted?" I asked.

"As if we weren't?"

"We weren't," I assured her, pushing her into our bedroom where I
whispered the entire story to her.

Caryn's jaw dropped. "You're kidding? You're kidding? You are
shitting me?" Caryn interjected.

"Skip," Caryn shook her head in disbelief, "I've always said that
-- more than anyone I've ever met in my life -- you can slip in
dog shit and land in the daisies every fucking time."

"Definitely dodged a bullet."

"More than that," Caryn said. "You just got a big green light to
do whatever you want to that little cunt and nobody's going to
believe a word of it."

"Uh..." I thought about this. Caryn was right. I'd missed the
bigger picture. I wasn't just out-of-danger. I was bulletproof. I
could discipline or molest Allison all I wanted and there wasn't
really a damn thing she could do about it. Nobody was going to
believe a word she said. I'd merely have to be extra careful
about bruising her. I could do that.

"I guess I should get naked," Caryn said. "No chance you are
going to wait until after dinner to beat our asses. Dammit. I'm
hungry too. I couldn't bring myself to eat all day."

I took a deep breath. "No," I said. "I'm going to let this ride.
I'm just going to ignore her - absolutely ignore her. For a week.
The girls are home on Spring Break next week. I'm going to take
some personal days and stay home and make that the longest week
of Allison's miserable life."

"Sorry I won't be home to see it," Caryn grumbled.

"You'll see plenty of it," I nodded. "Plenty."


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< attachment, "Doming Daughter Dani 39 of 51 - Payback Part Two.doc" begin>

Doming Daughter Dani   Part 39 of 51   PAYBACK PART TWO

By Dutchboy

copyright: This work is released under the Creative Commons
Attribution Only (CC BY) License. You can copy it, paste it,
change it, try and get some other fool to pay you money for it. I
don't care. Just acknowledge my original authorship and if you
change anything, be upfront about the fact that you changed it.
If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss your ass.

Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some
pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

-------------------------------

Tip from a Pedo Groomer #472: Never underestimate the power of a
good shun. A little shun isn't going to work. A little ignore is
what a molested kid wants most. I'm talking about a
double-barreled, passive-aggressive, unnerving, Amish-quality
SHUN.

I didn't say a word to Allison for six days. Caryn didn't either.
Dani went almost three days without a single utterance, and then
kept her frosters on full-blast in spite of what little
conversating had to be done with Ally in the course of a day.

We didn't invite Allison to meals, although she showed up late to
every table gathering. We talked, but we talked around her. I
could not have been more effusively in love with Dani. I told her
I'd take her to Best Buy and finally buy her her own computer. I
even upped the offer and suggested maybe she wanted a laptop.
(This was a few years ago when laptops were twice the cost of a
desktop unit. 

We didn't even make eye contact with Allison. I could see Ally's
big brown doe eyes darting nervously between looking at us and
looking down at her plate. I watched her get evermore insecure
and begin unravelling. 

On Friday I arrived home from work and walked to my room past
Ally howling behind her door. I kept walking. I ducked into my
walk-in closet and started changing from my work clothes into
casual wear. I turned around to see Dani standing in the doorway
wearing her little cream-and-blue cheerleading outfit. God damn,
that kid was beautiful.

"Hey Daddy," she said.

"You better knock, honey," I smiled. "You might walk in on me
naked."

"Oh that'd be a shock," Dani smirked. "You hear Allison?"

"I hear. I just don't care."

"You going to send her back to her mom's?"

"Oh, Sweetie, if it were that simple I would have already done
it. Why, is that what she's crying about? She homesick?"

"No. Just mad."

"Boo-hoo," I said. I had no reason to change my underwear, but I
did anyway, stripping off my boxers and letting my schlong
thicken and flop against my thigh. Half shock value, half mind
game. I took my time, pretending like I couldn't find the right
pair of new underwear in the drawer.

"Mrs. Waites is giving her the silent treatment too," Dani said.
I glanced over to see that her eyes were locked on my ass.
Finally some signs that she was starting to develop her own
sexual sense-of-self.

"Good," I said. I scratched my balls dramatically. "Gah, my nuts
are itching like crazy," I said. "C'mere and scratch my sack."

"Clothes on or off?" Dani asked.

"Oh, leave them on," I said. "That cheerleading skirt is killing
me."

Dani smiled. "You're such a perv, Daddy." She walked to me deeper
in the closet. "On my knees?"

"Naw, just hurry up and scr-- OH SHIT, yeahyeahyeah. That's it.
God demn. That's the ticket. More on the front. Lower. More in
the middle- theretherethere! Shityeah. That's great. Don't
stop."

Dani's sculpted little nail tips darted and danced all over my
hairless balls. I could feel the hairs in my ears stand up when
the electricity started washing over my skin.

"Allison, thinks you are some kind of rich, connected kingpin or
something," Dani said. Her conversation was matter-of-fact while
the fingers on her left hand played me like a fiddle. "She's
following me around the bus, all upset."

"Oh those fingers of yours make me feel like a king," I said.

"Daddy, I'm still mad at Allison, but she's feeling really bad
about everything?"

"Oooo, ooooh, yeah," I twitched at the swirling waves of chicken
skin rippling up my torso and down my arms and legs. "So your
sister is feeling bad that she tried to break up the family and
send me to jail, huh? That's good to know."

"I did everything I could to protect the family, Daddy."

"Oh Sugar, you sure did. You did great." I leaned down and kissed
Dani on the forehead. She looked up and puckered and I kissed her
on the lips. Her kissback was unusually soft. I kissed again.
Dani's mouth opened and her tongue popped out. I tongued her
long, pink aardvark tongue.

My cock started lifting to a full erection, dragging across the
hem of Dani's cheerleading top on its way to rock hard.

Much to my surprise, Dani let go of my nuts and grabbed her warm,
soft, little hand under the head of my pecker and began to tug
upwards, dragging her little thumb across the sticky face.

I don't know what got into her. Maybe it was the fresh meat
competition now in her house. Something had sparked in Dani. I
don't think she was slutty and horny at eight and a half. I think
she just started to "get it" that Daddy was another chore that
all the girls of the house were responsible for looking after.

There we were. Dani clothed in her uniform. Me buck ass naked.
Both of us standing in the middle of a walk-in closet.
Tongue-whipping each other's mouths while Dani's tiny hand pulled
pre-come from the tip of my cock with hard little
shicka-shicka-shicka jerk strokes.

"Oh boy," Caryn's voice made us both jump. "I shouldn't be
surprised, should I?"

"Don't stop," I said to Dani. "Jack. Jack my cock." 

Dani's hand went back into motion. The wet drumbeat of my meatus
flapping open and closed resumed. Dani looked suspiciously at the
unhappy expression of her mother.

"Dani-bitch was just debriefing me," I said.

Caryn arched an eyebrow. "Literally, it would appear." 

"Our uninvited guest is not happy."

"I heard. Neither am I. You are naked in our room with my eight
year old daughter's hand wrapped around your hard cock, kissing
like newlyweds."

"Watch your tone," I said in a deep voice. "Your coven sister is
merely doing her job."

Caryn was still perturbed, but she tried not to show it. "Can I
at least help?" She stepped in and kissed me.

"I dunno," I said. "Do you have a cheerleading outfit?"

Caryn huffed. "I'm totally going to have to get one," she said.
"Dani-bitch looks fucking adorable."

"Agreed," I said. 

I kissed Dani one more time and then sent her away. Small steps.
For both molested daughter and reluctant mother, small steps.

Caryn tried to get me to go out and lay on the bed, but I kept
her right where she was, standing in the closet. I didn't let her
drop to her knees. I just made her finish Dani's tugjob until I
spurted ropes of semen all over her three-hundred dollar Merino
wool skirt and suit jacket. I ruined it.

Caryn changed into her jeans and casual wear for the evening, but
she was still huffy about having walked in on Dani and me.
"Skip," she hissed. "Really? Can't you wait a little longer?
Dani's too young for cock work."

I nodded. "Yup. You'd think. But she's the one who initiated with
me."

"An eight year old ripped the clothes off a thirty-two year old
man? Really?"

"She walked in on me changing," I said.

"Well, can't you just use the other little bitch in there and
leave Dani alone for a while?"

I put a finger in Caryn's chest. "Not another word. You don't
second guess my authority. Do you need a little more time riding
the roof to figure that out?"

"No, Daddy." Caryn's eyes dropped. Then the subject dropped as
well. 

Of course, Caryn was right. I could do any damn thing I wanted to
any of the bitches in my coven, but Dani was too young for sexing
her dad. Allison was also too young at ten, says a rational
person and me in rational moments.

Unfortunately for Allison, someone had already broken that little
bitch before I came along.

I think.

Either Allison cried wolf the first time with Kevin and ended up
moving into the biggest baddest wolf's forest... Or she was the
unluckiest little bitch on the planet to find herself running
from one pedo into the arms of a six-foot four pedo sadist with
virtually no checks or accountability on him. 

Out of the frying pan. Into the volcano.

I was certainly going to have some probing questions for her when
she spent her Spring Break week chained in the basement, running
a circuit between the spanking horse and the doghouse. I also had
the balance of a week to add a new punishment to my dungeon.


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< attachment, "Doming Daughter Dani 40 of 51 - Payback Part Three.doc" begin>

Doming Daughter Dani   Part 40 of 51   PAYBACK PART THREE

By Dutchboy

copyright: This work is released under the Creative Commons
Attribution Only (CC BY) License. You can copy it, paste it,
change it, try and get some other fool to pay you money for it. I
don't care. Just acknowledge my original authorship and if you
change anything, be upfront about the fact that you changed it.
If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss your ass.

Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some
pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

-------------------------------

Monday morning I slept late. Caryn pulled a pillow off my face to
kiss me goodbye before she left for work.

I heard the girls moving through the house, pouring breakfast out
of a box and watching television. I kept falling back asleep as
many times as I could. 

I finally rolled out of bed around ten. I booted my work laptop
and checked my email for any hot missives. Nothing impressive
required my attention. 

I stumbled down past Dani and Ally on opposite ends of the couch
watching Oprah. Or maybe it was Sally or Ricki. Can't remember. I
poured a cup of coffee and walked it back upstairs. I sipped
coffee and pissed an eternally long morning piss at the same
time. 

I strapped on my running shorts and shoes and headed out the
door. I broke a good sweat on my surface. I was used to running
early as the sun came up. It was kinda weird to see the weekday
late-morning street world of moms and strollers and old people
walking dogs.

I arrived back at the house, showered, dressed without underwear
and walked back toward the basement. Without a word of warning, I
walked by the couch for the fifth time that morning, and that
time my hand shot out and grabbed Ally by the hair. It scared the
shit out of her. I pulled her up and over the back of the couch
and into the floor, nearly face first.

Ally began screaming and flailing. Dani's eyes were big and
followed us as I dragged Allison by the hair toward the basement
steps. I obviously scared her as well. Ally's feet scrambled
underneath the dragging before I could clunk her against every
riser of the staircase on the way down.

I locked her on her knees into the stocks part of the spanking
horse. That allowed me to rip her clothes off her. She was still
wearing pajamas, so those came apart like cotton candy. Great
effect. 

I managed to put a cut on Ally's hip when I ripped off her
panties. The back elastic didn't want to break right away. Poor
kid. As if it wasn't bad enough what I was already going to do to
that ass without me blistering an open cut in the process.

I picked up my brand new leather horse crop and whipped it back
and forth through the air, delighting in the slicing fwipt!
sound.

I momentarily considered muffling Dani's high-pitched screams
with a ball gag. 

Nah. This was going to be music to my ears. So I thought.

I started with switching blister stripes across Ally's little
chest. I aimed for the pale flat nipples, trying to bullseye on
that little freckle dot that pulled my focus. The results were
hit and miss. (Ha!) Oh, she screamed bloody murder. She had a
really high pitched, teeth tingling scream that made my eyes hurt
after a few minutes.

After her tits, I whipped the fuck out of her trussed hands
sticking up through the stocks. She tried to jerk them away, but
she ended up rotating them around so I could whip every bit of
them blister-raw.

My cock was not steel, but it was pretty thick by that point. I
dropped the front of my sweats and let my prick flop out and bob
in Ally's crying face. I looked over to see Dani sitting on the
basement stairs and watching.

"You sure you want to see this, Sugar?" I asked Dani.

Dani nodded.

I grabbed my cock at the base and cockwhipped right across Ally's
jaw. Then back. My cock grew and thickend and I just rocked
Ally's terrified face that much harder over and over. Cockswats
are great. They sound great. They don't bruise. They humiliate.
The trouble is getting a bitch to hold still while you get good
contact on their face.

Ally had no choice, locked into her stocks. She'd turn her face
one way and I'd cockwhip her open cheek. She'd instinctively turn
the other and I'd put it hot and hard on the opposite cheek
meat.

I skipped The Spankin' Paddle and rolled out the doghouse. Ally
had never seen the doghouse. I unlocked her from the stocks and
pushed her face down in the carpet and kneeled on her neck while
I bound her hands behind her back with a leather strap. I slipped
Dani's dog collar on Ally.

"Hey," Dani said from her gallery seat on the stairs. "That's
mine!"

"Not any more, Honey," I said. "You look good in a black collar,
but with that dark hair of yours and your skin, I think you'd
look better in a red collar."

"Have you got it? Can I see it?"

"Daddy's a little busy right now punishing a treacherous little
Ally-bitch, Honey." I lifted Ally and plopped Ally's bare twat
onto the sandpaper point of the doghouse. I made sure that her
mons was pushed open by her weight and that her pink was rubbing
down into the gritty point.

I never worried about Caryn or Dani trying to climb off the
doghouse. They feared me too much to try. I wasn't so sure about
Ally. I'd attached some tethers on each side of the bottom of the
doghouse. I wrapped them around each of Ally's ankles. There was
plenty of slack for Ally to wiggle around and burn her twat but
not enough slack that she could dismount the roof if she wanted
to. 

Wow, the screaming was too much. I didn't even grease Ally's
knees. I wanted the slow burn. Though she was short, the little
bitch had enough hips and body mass that she wasn't going to ride
the roof nearly as well as Dani could. Ally couldn't stay up on
her knees for more than a few seconds. Her knees kept sliding
back down the sides of the roof. There was too much weight with
too low a center of gravity, but she kept climbing her knees back
up and sliding right back down on the sandy point. 

I stuffed Dani's smaller ball gag into Ally's mouth and cinched
the buckle behind her head. Ally was a little older than Dani,
but her mouth was teeny like Maxi's. Even the smaller ball gag
stretched out Ally's jaw. I had to stuff it hard to get it past
her teeth. My cock was going to get scraped up a lot when it went
in that bitch's mouth. For sure.

I stepped back to watch her moan and writhe in pain. Her little
tan face swiveled around her neck. Her butt pistoned up and down
as her knees pushed into the ceramic surface. The tiny nostrils
on her little upturned button nose flared and collapsed over and
over. Ally's eyes were big white saucers with a marbled brown
olive in the middle. Panic. 

"Whatdya think?" I asked Dani.

"Wow," Dani said. She walked off the stairs and circled around
the doghouse watching her coven sister thrash and squeak her
knees up and down the ceramic slate. "Is that what mom and I look
like when we ride the roof?"

"More or less." I picked up my coffee cup and slurped it. Tepid.
Damn.

"You didn't put the slippery stuff on her knees," Dani said.

"Think I should?"

Dani shrugged. 

"You wanna grease her knees? You can," I said. "That bitch tried
to take your dad away from you. She tried to leave this coven
bankrupt and without a breadwinner. If Ally-bitch had her way,
you'd all be moving into a one-room apartment that Caryn-bitch
could afford on her little salary. No more nice clothes. No more
nice furniture. No more gymnastic lessons or dance lessons or
cheerleading. No more computers or nice toys. All because that
little cunt there, riding the roof, she couldn't keep coven
business to herself."

Dani tilted her head and looked blankly into Ally's pleading
eyes. "Can't you just send her back?"

"No," I sighed. "I really can't. Her mom doesn't want her. The
coven wanted her, but she thought she was too good for Daddy's
coven or Daddy's rules. But what I can do is send her mouthy ass
to a military school for girls. Send her out of state to some
place where some big niggers can beat the holy fuck out of her
every morning and stick their dicks in her every night."

Of course I was really talking to Ally at that point. 

I continued, "Ally-bitch will get her ass beaten just as much and
will take men's cocks just as much, but she won't have to live in
this awful big house with all those awful new clothes and awful
cable TV and an awful new car when she turns sixteen."

"Can I see my new collar now?"

Dani didn't give a shit about my mind games. She wanted to see a
collar I didn't have.

"I don't have it yet," I sighed impatiently. "I've got to order
it through a web site. You can't find collars in a little girl's
size at a sex shop."

"Can I pick it out?" Dani said excitedly as we walked up the
stairs.

"Of course not," I said. "But you can sit on my lap while I look
through the catalog."

Ally was screaming so loud through her gag that I had to close
the door to the basement so we could hear the television.

I had a BDSM catalog I'd received along with my mail order for
the crop, even though I bought the crop through the web site.
Somebody was still printing catalogs in 1998. Dani sat on the
bulge in my cargo shorts while I paged through it, looking at
fancy submissive collars.

"What's that?" Dani pointed to a page.

"Uhm. That's a tit press."

"Wow! Mom would look great in that with her big boobs."

Being an engineer, my eyes went to the dimensions. "Er. That unit
is damn near bigger than your mom. It would be more of a 'bitch
press' than a 'tit press'."

"You could build one of those," Dani said matter-of-factly. 

"I'm sure I could," I said.

"But it's more fun to wait for stuff to arrive in the mail," Dani
said.

"I agree. Anticipation."

"I could help you build it. The boob press."

"Tit press," I corrected. "Don't use euphemisms. Say what you
mean and mean what you say."

Dani nodded. "Tit press. Mom would love it."

I laughed. "You think? You're kinda free with your mom's pain
threshold, aren't you, Doll? Especially when it's a torture
device that I couldn't use on you."

"Well pick something out for me too," Dani said. "OH! Look at
that!"

Dani eagerly pointed at a plain, four legged stool that had a
removable dildo mounted in the middle of the seat.

"For you?" I asked.

"Yeah!"

"Honey, if somebody in this house is going to claim the cherry on
my pussy, it isn't going to be a rubber weiner."

Dani blinked blankly. "Oh."

"What?" I asked. "You want a me to buy you a dildo to rub on my
pussy?"

Dani shook her head. "No. I didn't... I wanted... I thought the
thing on the stool would go into my butt."

"Oh," I nodded. "Well, I guess maybe it does that too. I wasn't
thinking like that. I guess maybe it would work for both pussy
and ass." I examined the picture. "Oh I could make one of those,
easy," I muttered.

"Daddy," Dani smirked. "If you made it, it'd have spikes on the
weiner and it would spin and make electric shocks."

"You calling me a sadist?"

"I don't know what that means." Dani turned the page on the
bondage catalog impatiently.

"You kind of do, kid," I said. "You kind of do."

I thought about that catalog conversation many times afterwards.
It was my first real hint that Dani was an ass-fixated girl. I
should have put two and two together sooner, but I wasn't much of
a butt fucker at the time. I missed the clue.


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