Perverts 'R' Us

No Win Situation 2: Daddy's Princess

By Danyealle ( m/F, Fdom, WS, enema, scat, inc-fath/dau, cons, anal, toys )

He stood in the laundry room folding and hanging Aurora's clothes up. She had come home the day before from one of her many business trips abroad. He smiled as he thought of her. She had sure made him proud. Not only had she grown into a beautiful woman, tall, blonde and leggy just like her mother had been, but she was smart as hell to boot! As a teenager she had become entranced with computers, not just playing on them but how they worked and programming. By the time she was ready to go to university there wasn't anything she could do on one. She even worked for several local small companies doing some basic programming and trouble shooting. After finishing a six year degree she went to work as a corporate programmer. After a short stint with a major corporation, she went out on her own as a freelance troubleshooter. Within two years she was in demand and always seeming to be on some international flight.

Like most highly successful business people, she had very little time to herself. She also spent very little time at home in Australia. One of her few weekends at home, they sat down and discussed it. She needed a place when she was home, but paying rent on a place she might use once a month seemed a waste of money, as did buying a house that would sit empty most of the time. So she stayed at home with him. But he knew as an adult woman, she needed her privacy. One of her weekends home they sat down and worked it out. They would buy a duplex with a connecting kitchen. While she was away, he would care for the whole thing. When she was home she would have all the privacy she wanted and so would he.

As usual, when she came home he cooked for her, did her laundry, unpacked, etc. so she could take care of any business she had and to relax and get some rest. She did go out on dates or with her friends, bringing them home from time to time but they were always quiet and it was never a problem. Plus, he got to spend a lot of time with his Princess, something he wouldn't get to do if they lived apart.

After getting the laundry all folded and hung up, he grabbed it then headed off to her room to put it away. After putting the things away in the dresser he moved over to the closet. Quickly he got everything put in order, except her winter coat that he had just gotten from the dry cleaners. Shoving the clothes to one side, he stepped to the very end of the closet where he knew the storage shelves were. After hanging it up with the rest of her winter gear he glanced at the shelves then stopped cold, his mouth hanging open slightly. He out and out couldn't believe what he was standing there looking at. Arrayed along those shelves were various whips, paddles, cuffs, clamps and a wide variety of other sex toys including some stuff used in the more specialized areas of BD/SM. Hanging from the shelves were several leather outfits of the type a Dominatrix would wear.

He quickly exited the closet and headed back to his side of the duplex where he flopped onto the sofa. Sitting there quietly with his chin in his hands he thought about what he had seen and how it conflicted with what he knew about Aurora.

He had known for a long time that she was bi-sexual. She had admitted that to him her first year in college. And it hadn't bothered him in the least. He also knew she was no celibate nun; she went out and had sex. Hell, they still had sex from time to time if the mood struck them. But he had no idea she had turned Domme. In their relationship she had always been the submissive one, letting him take charge, control the pace of things and she had never said anything about not liking it that way. And she had always seemed to enjoy what they did. Leaning back he let his arms drape over the back of the sofa and his head rest against the wall, eyes shut, trying to think.

He wasn't sure what shocked him most about it: the fact that she had become one without him knowing or the fact that he no longer knew his daughter well enough to know about it. But there was something else creeping in along the side of all of that. The knowledge that she may well be one excited him to no end! He was no Dom and had never professed to be. But it had worked out well between the two of them. He had enjoyed it as well as she had but it wasn't what he wanted. At heart he was a sub and always would be, like he was for his wife. He had curtailed it after the bit with Dawn, not wanting to expose Aurora to any more of it that she already had been but he still craved to be dominated by a woman. Still, occasionally he would indulge the craving. Now, however, that was done via the computer and internet chat rooms. When Aurora started college he would occasionally meet someone he had hooked up with online but he was always disappointed with the meetings. They had all turned out to be less than dominant.

Shifting around a little bit, he thought about Aurora. Much like her mother she had a very dominant personality; it was just more subtle than Bette's had been. She was strong, vibrant, self confident and self assured. Now, toss in the option that maybe she was a Domme… A shudder of excitement and anticipation ran through him. He didn't have to look down at his crotch to tell he had a rock hard, throbbing erection. Running rampant though his thoughts was the idea of his Princess dominating him, making him do what she wanted him to do. He could feel the head of his cock get wet at the mere thought of that! Now the problem was going to be how to broach the subject with her and talk her into it. But he knew he could do it, he just had to figure out how.

Later that night they were in her side of the duplex, having a few drinks. Well, it was more like she was drinking rum and coke and he was having coffee. And with the jet lag she had and how tired she was it wasn't long before she was half lit and feeling pretty mellow. She was sprawled on her back on the couch telling him about the trip to Houston, where she was born and raised. After talking about what she did there, she turned and looked at him, "You'll never guess who I ran into there."

Arching an eyebrow he asked, "Who?"

Grinning and giggling a little bit, her dark eyes twinkling. "Dawn."

Shivering a little bit at the mention of the little beast who had caused both of them so much pain he asked, his voice cold as ice, "What is that bitch up to?"

"Well, they let her out of the mental hospital a year ago. Turns out that she finally admitted to drugging and blackmailing all those men, so they are out as well, including her father. From what she told me she is back living with him and they had picked up right where they had left off."

He shook his head sadly, "Some people will never change will they?" He changed the subject to what she was going to be doing in the next month or so. He was trying to find a way to ease into the D/s subject but it just wasn't working real well.

After a while there was a bit of a lull in the conversation, he decided there was going to be no way to ease into it, if he wanted to talk about it he was going to have to bring the subject. After finishing his coffee and sitting the cup on the table he leaned back in his chair. She was sprawled out on the sofa dressed in a ratty old t-shirt and jeans. One of her long, thin legs was thrown over the back of the sofa. She was holding her glass on her stomach; her long thin, long nailed singers were wrapped around it. Her long, thick platinum blonde hair was draped over the arm of the sofa and hung halfway down to the floor. He knew she was 5'11" and barely tipped the scales at 130lbs. She still looked very much like the tall, lanky teenager she used to be. She still got carded to buy cigarettes and alcohol. But he knew that under those clothes was a rock hard well toned body that she worked hard to maintain in the gym. He watched her for a few minutes trying to find the best possible approach to this before saying, "Princess?"

She turned her head and looked at him, "Yes Daddy?"

Shifting around a bit and resisting the urge to lower his eyes he said, "While I was putting your clothes away I ran across some interesting things in your closet. I didn't know you were a Domme now."

She giggled a bit and took another sip on her drink. "I'm not, I'm a switch. Sometimes I top, sometimes I bottom. Just depends on what my mood is." Looking at him she grinned evilly then joked, "Why? Does Daddy want me to Domme him?"

A shiver of anticipation and excitement ran through him. His cock rose to half mast almost instantaneously. Gulping loudly he nodded then said a very soft, "Yes, Princess."

She sat up and drained the rest of her drink then looked intently at him to see if he was joking. He didn't appear to be. Then an old memory of something he once told her clicked into place and ginned wider. "That's right! Now I remember, Daddy is a sub!" Her eyes were sparkling as she started to giggle.

Nodding a bit, he looked into her eyes. "Yes Princess, I am a sub. Always have been and always will be."

She looked hard at him. He hadn't changed much at all over the years. His sandy blonde hair was still the same color, he still had the same tall, thin, lanky frame he had always had, no middle age spread visible, his blue-green eyes still shown brightly and he looked as though he hadn't aged a day. He was still her very sexy Daddy. After staring hard at him for a couple minutes and thinking she said softly, "You want me to Domme you, yet you don't know what kind I am?"

Leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, he looked into her deep brown eyes, "From the looks of all the implements you have in your closet I would say that you are a damn good one and probably know just what you are doing. You don't accumulate some of that stuff just for the giggles."

"True." She said shrugging, "Some of it is specialized, and you don't use it unless you know what you are doing." She looked back over at him and locked eyes. "But you should probably know that I have never topped a man - never even thought about it before, really."

Smiling he said, "That's just fine, Princess. Then Daddy will be your first. I don't mind that at all."

Staring hard at him she asked, a wicked grin playing at the corners of her mouth. "So, Daddy wants to be my sub. Just like he was Dawn's?"

Looking her dead in the eye he replied, firmly, "More than anything, Princess, and I will be yours and only yours." He could feel his stomach know up with excitement. His cock was now fully erect and throbbing in time with his rapid heartbeat. A shiver of excitement at getting what he wanted after so long a time raced through him. He knew she hadn't quite decided yet but from the way she was looking at him she was seriously considering it. Leaning forward he looked at her intently then whispered, "Please Princess, daddy wants this more than anything in the world."

She got up and started to pace back and forth, trying to think. Point one: she thought to herself, she did enjoy dominating someone. It was a thrill and a rush like no other. She got off on the act itself. Plus there was the added thrill of the reaction from the sub when you gave them just what they wanted. There was nothing like the thrill of hearing someone get off on something she was doing. Second point was that she knew he was a complete and total sub. When she was younger she had seen the reaction firsthand of how much what Dawn had done to him excited him. He had been forced into that but even THAT part had excited him.

After she was in college she had watched the video tapes of him and her mother over a period of time, without him knowing of course. Those above all else showed just how much of a sub he truly was. He got off on not only being dominated but being humiliated as well, to be forced to do things he didn't want to do, which is EXACTLY what she liked to do. Also, he got off on pain, something she liked to do as well. Third point was they already had the built in trust needed to make this work. Normally the trust issue took time to build and be earned but with them in was already there and quite strong. So that was a huge plus.

Fourth point; true she had not even thought about dominating men, she had always leaned more towards women than she had men, but the thought of doing this to Daddy excited her to no end. It was just who he was that excited her. He always did. Fifth point: he had done so much for her over her lifetime that she wanted to do something extra special for him. This could be that. She is the one that did all the work on his computer so she was well aware of what kind of movies he liked to watch and just what he did online in the chat rooms. She had also known bout the so-called Dommes he had met but had never said anything to him about it.

OK, there were several good points in favor of this, she thought. Was there any negative ones? From the 'all yours' comment he made that was going to be a big one. She just didn't have time in her schedule to be here full-time. It wasn't feasible. The next down side to this was she wasn't willing to give up going out with other people and commit totally 100% to only him. That wasn't feasible either. Everyone in town knew they were father and daughter so THAT wasn't going to happen.

OK, she thought while she paced, the plus side outnumbered the negative in this. That was good. But before she could make a decision on it, she needed him to clarify a few things. Stopping, she turned and looked at him. "Tell me this Daddy, what is it EXACTLY that you want? EXACTLY?"

Standing up he walked over and stood in front of her. She was only a mere inch or so shorter than he was, so he was able to look her straight in the eyes when they talked. Softly he told her, "Princess, Daddy wants to be your sub, completely and totally, yours and only yours, just like I was your mum's."

She gazed into his eyes deeply and felt that familiar quiver in her loins that she always got when she was anticipating something sexual with him. He was the ONLY man ever to make her feel that - the only one. "You mean in every way? Even when I am not home?"

Reaching out he stroked her cheek softly then brushed a lock of hair away from her face, smiling. "For a very, very long time, I have looked for a Domme, but they have a large pair of shoes to fill - your mum's. None I have encountered can even come CLOSE to her. But now her daughter's become one as well.

"Aurora, you have no idea how much like your mum you are. Your looks, your frame, and your personality are almost identical to hers. She too was bisexual. Princess, you are very much your mum. So it would stand to reason, with what I know about you, that you could do for me what your mum did. Why would I not what that? It's what I have been looking for several years now."

"But Daddy, I can't be here full time, and you know it."

Smiling he shook his head, "That doesn't matter to me, Princess. Your mum wasn't either. She was the one with the college education, the high paying job and was gone all the time, not me. I didn't even finish school. I was the house husband and took care of things when she was away. Doing that again won't bother me at all."

Nodding, she then said, "OK, that is one thing out of the way. You may want to be all mine, and want to be no one else's, but I still want to go out with other people, date and have sex."

Smiling at her again he said softly, "Has Daddy ever been able to deny you anything Princess? Ever? That doesn't bother me just so I belong to you, wholly and completely."

She squinted her eyes a bit and gave him a hard look, "If you are all mine that means no being a slut online either, Daddy."

Chuckling a little bit he grinned, "Alright Princess, no more playing online." He looked deep into her eyes, "Does this mean you'll take me on as your sub?"

Lowering her eyes she rubbed her chin, thinking. Then she looked back up at him intently, "You do of course realize that I freely admit to being a sadist. I LIKE giving pain. I get off on giving pain."

He could feel the pre-cum dripping steadily out of the head of his cock and he didn't have to look down to tell that there was enough of it to have a big wet spot on the front of his jeans. Jolts of pure ecstasy ran through his body. Oh God! He thought. She actually is going to agree to this! Not only that but she may be the one that could give him just what he craved, wanted and longed for! Grinning a bit, he said softly, "That's OK too Princess, Daddy is a bit of a pain slut."

Turning things over and over in her mind she tried to make a decision. After several minutes of deep thought, she leveled her gaze back with his and asked softly, "Daddy really wants to be my sub then? You're absolutely sure?"

"More than anything in this world, Princess. And I have never been surer of anything in my life." He then dropped his voice to barely a whisper, "Please Princess, do this for Daddy."

Looking at him, quiet, for a couple minutes she then got a hard look in her eyes. "You want to be my sub? Then you better ask me properly. Beg!" she hissed, an icy tone in her voice.

Her look and that tone of voice had almost made him cum in his pants. He moaned softly and tried to get himself under control. He knew from the deep, persistent throb in his groin that if he didn't he was going to cum. Taking several deep breaths, and then counting to 20 he was able to get himself under control. Giving her a pleading look he said softly, "Please Princess, be Daddy's Domme, please. More than anything in this world I want to be your sub. Please!"

"Not good enough!" she snapped, giving him an icy glare. "Any good sub would know to be on their knees begging!"

Immediately he dropped to his knees and looked up at her with pleading eyes, shaking as if he had a high fever, "PLEASE Princess! Please let me be your sub and serve you! Please!" Pre-cum was leaking steadily from the head of his cock, wetting the front of his jeans. So much it looked like he had wet his pants.

"That's much better." She said coolly. Her eyes raked down his body and lit on the huge, throbbing bulge and wet spot then grinned. "My, my, my: my Daddy is very turned on isn't he?" She said, chuckling. As a matter of face she had never before seen him this excited. Leveling her gaze with him once again she said, "I guess I will take you on as my sub."

"Thank you, Princess." He said, his voice quivering and shaking. It was a good thing he wasn't standing at this point, he decided, because he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that his legs wouldn't hold him up.

Stepping closer to him, she continued to look down into his eyes. "What is your safe word?"

"Cease" he said softly, still quivering violently.

"Remember it, because if you don't use it I won't stop." Reaching out, she snatched a handful of his hair and yanked his head back until he was looking straight up at her. "And if you cum in your pants, I can assure you that I will make you regret it!"

Shuddering violently he whispered, "Yes Princess, I will keep it under control."

"You better!" she growled, releasing his hair. She then shoved him down onto all fours. "Crawl to my room NOW!"

"Yes Princess." He said quietly, voice quavering. Then, on shaking hands and legs he crawled towards her bedroom. It had been years since he had been this turned on. It was hard to control himself, but his sub training had kicked in and he was able to keep a grip on it. His cock was so hard that his jeans were constricting it and making it ache. His balls felt all swollen and were throbbing madly.

When he had made it to the middle of her bedroom floor he stopped and waited for the next order, eyes lowered, panting heavily.

She stood in front of him and looked down, grinning. "Very good, Daddy. Now, stand up facing me."

Quickly he scrambled to his feet and stood in front of her, panting and quivering all over, gazing longingly into her face.

"Did I give you permission to look at me? She hissed through clenched teeth. "I did not! Now, lower your eyes to the floor like a good sub."

"Yes Princess." He whispered and immediately dropped his eyes to the carpet.

"That's much better." She said softly. She let him stand there for a minute or so while she sat down in a chair, facing him and arranged herself in a comfortable position. She sat quietly and looked at him, tapping her long nails on the arm of the chair. Looking at the large wet spot on the front of his jeans she grinned. She, herself, wasn't in much better shape. The whole crotch of her panties were soaking wet with pussy juice and her clit was throbbing softly. She had always gotten turned on topping someone but never like this before.

She sat there quietly watching him shiver, making sure she, herself, had a tight grip on things. When she was sure that the passive look on her face hadn't slipped she said softly to him, "Daddy is VERY turned on isn't he?"

Nodding slightly he replied, "Yes Princess, very turned on." His breath as coming in heavy pants and he couldn't stop shivering in excitement.

She chuckled a bit, "I can tell. Your cock is so hard I can see it throbbing through your jeans from here. And there is that big wet spot on the front of your jeans. It's so big that it looks like you pissed your pants." She started to giggle a little bit. "Did Daddy piss his pants like an overly excited puppy would?"

He chuckled a bit, "No Princess, I didn't. It's pre-cum is all. You have me very excited."

"You didn't cum did you, Daddy?" she asked, a sharp edge to her voice.

"No Princess. I am just leaking pre-cum."

"Good." She leaned back in the chair and crossed her then, jean encased legs. "Now Daddy, I want you to strip. Do it slowly and start at your shirt and work your way down from there. Understand me?"

"Yes Princess." He said softly. He then let out a ragged breath and started to unbutton his red checked flannel shirt with fingers shaking so badly that he could barely manipulate the tiny buttons. It took him a while but he finally got them all undone then slid the shirt off and tossed it on the floor at the foot of her bed.

Watching him intently, she felt another shiver of excitement race through her body. She could see that tell tale red flush he always got when he was turned on across his nearly hairless chest and down his abs. His chest was heaving slightly as he panted, not from exertion but from excitement. She licked her lips and started to swing one leg back and forth, starting a delicious friction against her sensitive clit but kept a poker face.

With fumbling fingers, he managed to get the button and fly of his jeans undone then shoved them down over his thin hips and let them drop to the floor then kicked them aside with his shirt. That left him standing there in his underwear and socks.

She grinned a bit as she looked at the bulge and wet sop on the front of his underwear. They were a dark maroon in color but over his crotch all the way to either hip they were so wet they were almost black in color.

When he eased them down his hips his erection sprang free with such force that she could almost hear it hit his belly. A long string of pre-cum stretched from his cock to his underwear and only broke when he finally stepped out of them and tossed them aside.

He then bent over to take his socks off. She cleared her throat and said, "No. Turn around and face away from me to do that, Daddy."

"Yes Princess." He said as he turned around and bent over.

As he bent down she could see his heavy, full balls dangling down the back of his thighs and his ass cheeks part slightly giving her a faint glimpse of his tight brownish-red pucker.

When he had gotten them off and stood back up she said, "Turn around and face me again."

He complied quickly, lowering his eyes back down to the floor.

She watched him quietly for a couple minutes, her eyes raking up and down his body. His cock was standing straight out from his body, twitching involuntarily. The head was slick and shiny, pre-cum steadily dripping from it. Grinning, she looked back up to his face. He was sweating profusely and his cheeks shown a bright pink, another testament to his state of extreme excitement. "Stand up straight, legs spread, head up, hands locked behind your head Daddy." She growled softly.

Quickly he complied, opening his eyes and gazing longingly at her. It was impossible for him to hold still since he was shaking and quivering so badly but he did manage to stay in one spot.

Standing up she walked over to him and stood a few inches away from him, eyes scanning up and down his body. Grinning, she said, "Wait right there and don't move while I go get changed."

"Yes Princess." He said softly his eyes following the movement of her body as she disappeared into her closet. God, he hadn't been this turned on in years! She may have never Dommed a man before but so far she was doing a damn good job!

In a few minutes she strode back into the room wearing a crotchless lace body suit, elbow length leather gloves, thigh very-high heeled boots with spurs on them, carrying a cat o' nine tales and a huge strap-on. She tossed the cat and the strap-on onto the chair then stepped back in front of him. Reaching out, she grasped a hold of his cock firmly. "What you are now going to is this: I am going to give you a hand job and you are going to slide your middle finger into your ass and fuck yourself with it. The only lube you are going to get is your own pre-cum, but since it is leaking out of you like water from a faucet, it should be plenty." She said, grinning. "You are under NO circumstances to cum! If you do, you will be swiftly and seriously punished! Do you understand me, Daddy?"

"I do, Princess." He said, moaning softly. The smooth, cool leather softly stroking over his overheated flesh was almost more than he could stand.

"Very good, Daddy." She cooed softly. "Also, you are to tell me when you are going to cum."

"I will Princess." He moaned loudly.

Gripping tightly onto his cock she started to slide her hand slowly up and down the shaft.

He shuddered violently and let out a long, loud moan. But quickly he got the best grip on his libido he could and started to comply with her orders. With a trembling hand he watched out and ran his middle finger up and down his piss slit, getting it as wet as he could. Then he spread his legs further apart and reached behind him and started to slide his finger as deep into his ass as he could. Once it was embedded all the way up to the third knuckle he started to move it in and out in sync with her hand. It wasn't long before he was quickly fucking his ass and she no longer had to move her hand because his hips were pistoning back and forth fucking her hand. Moaning loudly he almost screamed, "I'm going to cum, Princess!"

"Oh no you don't!" she snapped then clamped her hand tightly around the base of his cock and squeezed tightly, holding onto it, feeling it throb madly.

Wailing loudly, shaking, as abruptly she cut off the impending orgasm, he tried to get himself under control. There was a deep, persistent throb in his belly and his balls felt full and heavy, almost as if they were now hanging down to his knees. Short bursts of lightning seemed to be skidding back and forth throughout his nervous system. His breath was coming in short, strangled gasps and sweat was pouring off his body.

When she was sure he wasn't going to cum she released the stranglehold she had on his cock and stepped back to wait for him to get himself under control. Looking down at herself she grinned. Her gloved hand was wet and shiny with pre-cum. That she had expected. But what was unexpected was from her inner a thigh to her knees was also splattered with it. Patiently she waited until his breath normalized a bit and some of the flush went out of his skin. "Do you have it under control now, Daddy?"

Nodding, he lowered his eyes back down to the floor. "Yes Princess, it's under control."

"Very good. Now, kneel down in front of me."

Quickly, he complied, sinking down to his knees in front of her. He almost let out a sigh of relief as he did because he didn't know how much longer his jelly-like legs would have held him up. Looking forward directly in front of him was her blonde, lightly furred pussy, flowered open and shiny with her own juices. Licking his lips he gazed longingly at it for a few minutes before looking up into her eyes. His cock was back to throbbing madly and wanting release.

"Very good, Daddy." She purred softly. "What you are now going to do is lick up the mess you've made on my hand and then my thighs. Understand me?"

"Most certainly I do, Princess." He told her, nodding his head.

Holding out her leather encased hand towards him she said, "Get to it then!"

Gently he took her thin wrist in his hand and started to lick the palm of her hand clean, gazing up into the deep brown pools of her eyes as it slid across the fine softly tooled leather. When the palm was wet and shiny with his saliva he went to work on the back then the fingers, taking each one into his mouth and gently sucking his salty, tangy seed off of them.

When he was finished he released her wrist and licked his lips, gazing longingly into her eyes before lowering his head and started to run his tongue up from her left knee to her thigh, making sure to get every drop of his mess off of her. When he was done with the left he moved over to the right and repeated the procedure.

Feeling his silken tongue drag softly up over her already overheated flesh made her moan softly and she let her eyes shut, letting the wonderful sensations flood throughout her body and race straight to her already throbbing clit.

As he was licking the last of his pre-cum from her upper thigh he gazed longingly at her spread open, juicy pussy. From past experience he knew EXACTLY how that delicate flower tasted, how both sweet and tangy it was. How that flesh quivered under his tongue when he licked and sucked on it just right. Before he even thought about what he was doing he leaned his head forward, wrapped his arms around her hard, muscular thighs and started to lap at her pussy like a dog taking a drink, savoring the taste of her on his tongue like it was a fine wine.

His tongue where she liked it best made her flesh instantly break out in goose bumps then she let out a soft moan before she could get herself under control. She so wanted to surrender herself to the feelings she knew his tongue could give her, but knew she couldn't. Putting on a stern face she grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head away from her crotch then glared down at him. "Did I give you permission to do that?" she hissed.

Licking his lips he gazed up at her, "No Princess, but I thought you would like it. You always like it when I eat your pussy."

"Never again will you touch my pussy without specific permission from me. Understand that, Daddy?" she growled, glaring hard at him.

Lowering his eyes slightly he nodded, "Yes Princess, I won't do it again." His cock was now throbbing as hard as it ever was and the pre-cum was still leaking a steady stream from it. His whole body was shivering with pent up longing and excitement.

Letting go of his hair, she shoved him down onto all fours and commanded him to stay put. She then wiggled into the strap-on and adjusted it until the foot long monster was jutting straight out in front of her. Then she grabbed a tube of lube from the nightstand, the cat o' nine tails and walked back over to him. He stayed right exactly where she put him, quivering and shaking violently. His cock was twitching involuntarily and screaming for release but he loved every minute of it.

Standing behind him she slathered the fake phallus with a liberal amount of lube, then crouched down behind him, grasped it firmly and eased it all the way into his ass in a firm thrust.

He gasped loudly at the initial intrusion and tried not to tense up. Pushing out a bit, he tried to make the initial penetration as easy as he could. Panting heavily, he tried to keep himself under control as the monster slithered over his prostate making his balls scream loudly for release.

Once she had it all imbedded in his straining rectum she shifted around a bit and perched herself on the edge of his upturned ass then leaned forward and grasped firmly onto his shoulders. When she was sure she wasn't going to slip off she entwined her legs around his until the heels of her boots and the spurs were pressed against his inner thighs, her thighs gripping onto him tightly.

Gasping loudly, he had a violently shiver as the cold steel of the spurs pressed into the sensitive fleshy area of his upper thighs. It didn't hurt, she wasn't digging in hard enough for that, she was just letting him know they were there. His anus was throbbing madly against the intruder that had it stretched so wide. All together the sensations combined were tremendous. His cock was twitching madly, his pre-cum dripping steadily down onto the carpet.

Leaning forward a bit and resting her elbows on his shoulder blades she said softly, "OK Daddy, I know how much you like having your asshole used, so this is how it's going to be done. You can get it fucked as hard and fast as you like, but YOU have to do it by either crawling around or rocking back and forth, which ever one works best for you. But, again, no cumming. When you are close, stop and tell me. Understood?"

Moaning loudly he nodded, his mouth being so dry he didn't think he could make any kind of intelligible sound.

"Very good, Daddy." She purred. "Also, if you stop you will get this." She said, spurring him softly, not enough to truly hurt but enough to get his attention.

Yelping loudly he tensed up, making his asshole throb more around the soft plastic of the dildo.

Giving him a swat against the ass with the cat, she said, "Alright, let's get going." "Yes Princess." He panted, starting to crawl along the floor.

After a few minutes of slowly crawling around, he realized he wasn't getting the sensation and penetration he wanted. The dildo was sliding in and out of him, yes, but not very much or very hard, so he stopped. He stayed there, still, for a couple minutes trying to catch his breath and let the deep persistent throb in his balls calm down, but a sharp spur to both thighs cured that for him. This time he stayed still and started to rock back and forth. It took him about five minutes, but he found a rhythm and speed he liked, giving him the hard, firm, deep thrusts he so adored.

Within another 15 minutes, he was on the verge of one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever had. Letting out a long, loud wail he screamed, "I'm going to cum, Princess!"

"Oh no you're not!" she muttered into his ear, and then reached down and clamped her hand tightly around the base of his cock once again.

Yelling loudly and bucking a bit, the near orgasm subsided slowly leaving behind the deep, strong, persistent throb in his groin and testicles. Collapsing forward onto his forearms, he sucked in great gulps of air, hoping soon it would subside.

When she was once again positive he wasn't going to cum, she released the stranglehold she had on his cock. Then slowly she untangled herself and eased the dildo out of his now much redder and slightly swollen asshole. It wasn't until she stood up and looked down at the fake appendage that she noticed the thick brown streaks all over it. Striding in front of him she grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head roughly up. Grabbing the dildo by its base she wiggled it in front of his eyes, "See this?" she hissed angrily. "Your shit is now all over MY toy!"

Looking up into her face he said softly, "I'm sorry Princess. If I had known we were going to do anything, I would have made sure my bottom was cleaned out good."

"Not good enough!" she snapped. "We WILL be doing something about this mess!" She yanked his head forward and smeared a thick streak of the shit from the tip all the way to the base of his nose. "Now, for future reference that ass of yours better be kept clean at all times, since you never know when I'll decide to use it."

Cheeks flushed with humiliation at having his own excrement smeared on his face but also being degraded in that manner made his cock throb all the harder. "I will make sure to remember that in the future, Princess."

Giving him a wicked grin she replied, voice smooth as silk, "Oh I know you will. Because I'm going to give you a lesson you won't soon forget! Do not move from that spot." She admonished him then hurried out of the room.

He didn't move at all, just held still where he was. Actually he was grateful for the break. It would give him time to get himself under control. He shut his eyes and concentrated on his breathing until he once again had a tight reign on everything.

By the time she came back into the room, he had himself fully composed. She nodded and smiled a bit when she saw that he had appeared not to have moved a muscle in her absence. Walking up behind him she leaned over and spread his ass cheeks apart with one hand and slid the kitchen funnel she was carrying into his anus all the way to the place it flared out.

Gasping loudly at the unexpected intrusion his eyes flew open but he didn't turn his head to see what she was doing, he knew better.

Leaning over and grasping his shoulders she squatted over the open end and started to piss in it.

Once she had fully voided her full bladder she stood up, pulled the funnel out of his ass then walked around and stood in front of him, "Look at me!" she growled.

Opening his eyes and craning his neck up, he looked into her eyes. He could feel the heat in his cheeks and knew he was red with embarrassment. His ass was now full with her piss and the cramps from it were starting to seize his belly.

"THAT is what happens when you don't keep your ass clean. Now what you are going to do is take both the funnel and my toy to the kitchen and scrub them. When you are done and have brought the toy back to me AND I verify that it is clean enough I will allow you to empty yourself. Do you understand the instructions, Daddy?"

Nodding, he said softly, "I do, Princess."

"Get to it then!" she barked.

Scrambling to his feet he grabbed the funnel and dildo then headed off towards the kitchen, belly sloshing the whole way. It was murder to stand at the sink and patiently scrub everything clean as wave after wave of cramps sunk their teeth into his belly, but he managed it. It seemed to take an eternity but he finally finished and was able to walk the dildo back to the bedroom, holding his seizing belly. After presenting her with it he awaited her verdict, dancing from foot to foot.

After closely inspecting it she nodded, "Very good Daddy, I am pleased. Now, would you like to go to the bathroom?"

"Yes PLEASE, Princess!" he whimpered, not knowing if he could hold it much longer.

Bending down she picked up a metal garbage can that was always by her bedside and handed it to him. "You are going to use that. Set it in the middle of the room, crouch over it with your back to me, spread your cheeks so I can watch, then you can go." Flushing bright crimson with humiliation and embarrassment, he took the can and mumbled a soft, "Yes, Princess." before following her instructions to the letter. Once he was positioned correctly, he let loose the contents of his churning bowels with a deep sight of relief.

She watched passively as the piss, mixed with long, ropey turds splattered into the can.

When he was done, crouched down still, panting and sweating, chest and back flushed red, awaiting her next instruction she said, "You may go dump it and clean it, Daddy. You may also clean yourself up as well, including your nose."

"Thank you, Princess." He said softly, grabbing the can and hurrying off to the bathroom.

After thoroughly cleaning the can and himself, he presented himself to her for inspection.

After a cursory glance she nodded then ordered him to lie on the bed on his back, which he quickly did, his hard throbbing cock pointed straight up at the ceiling.

Standing by the bed she unzipped her boots then stepped out of them. Crawling onto the bed she straddled his hips and put one palm on his chest for balance and grasped his madly throbbing and pulsing cock with the other and guided it into her gaping pussy before lowering herself onto it and sitting there.

He groaned loudly as her wet, velvety tunnel slipped onto his overheated, over-stimulated shaft like a glove. A violent shudder ran throughout his body.

Leaning over him she put her other hand on his chest as well and gazed down into his eyes, "Fuck me and make me cum Daddy, then you can cum." She purred softly as she started to move up and down on him.

Groaning loudly and looking into those big brown eyes that always made his insides turn to jelly he said, "Daddy is going to make his Princess feel SO good!" Wrapping one arm around her waist he started to thrust up into her in time with her thrusts. With his other hand, he reached out and started to rub her clit the way he knew she liked it best.

Leaning further over him she started to kiss him passionately while she ground her pussy onto his cock. He knew what she liked well enough that it didn't take long for him to bring her to a screaming orgasm.

While she was in the middle of it she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Cum, Daddy!"

He didn't have to be told twice, his throbbing dick was already screaming for release, he just let it happen, filling her tight cunt with what seemed like a gallon of his jizz.

When they both finished, she rolled off the top of him and flopped onto her side by him, panting, out of breath.

His orgasm was so powerful that the entire room was spinning and he was having problems catching his breath, but he rolled onto his side and gathered her into his arms, holding her like he always did, stroking her sweaty hair.

"Is that what you wanted, Daddy?" she mumbled into his flushed and heaving chest.

Kissing her on the top of the head, he mumbled, "Yes, Princess. That is what I wanted more than anything."

"Good." She said through a big yawn.

And that was the first of many nights to come where she fell asleep cradled in his arms, more wife and lover than daughter. She may have become Daddy's' Domme, but she would always be his Princess.