Daddy And His Girl Caught Ch 04

The thought of seeing mom was constantly going through my head as I showered. What would she say, even more so what would she do? Mom can take a lot of things, but I'm not sure if this is something she will be able to handle.

I showered, threw on a bra and my sundress and went back to daddy. He put his hands between my legs and told me that he was inspecting me. He let me know that even though my training wouldn't start that day, he always expected me to be clean shaved. He assured me that I would not enjoy the consequences if I disobeyed. I got chills wondering what he meant by that.

He told me to go to my room and begin cleaning out all my clothes. He told me to first bring him my diary and my cell phone. I looked at him oddly. "NOW LISA" he scolded.

I unlocked and opened our bedroom door to find mom staring at me. I expected some sort of insult or altercation but she just stood and looked at me. Tears filled her eyes as she asked; "how can you be so much different than me? How can you possibly enjoy those things in that book of his?"

I tried to hide my emotions as I answered her. It did hurt to see her cry, but on the other hand, she didn't give it a chance. She admitted that she hated anything to do with sex. What did she expect daddy to do, become Celibate?

I held back my tears as I told her; "Mom, I can't help who I am. I can't help that I enjoy sex. I can't help that daddy is the best lover I have ever encountered."

I probably deserved the slap that I received from her. She ran to daddy and begged him to stop this plan. Begged him to give her another chance. I just turned and watched. She kept telling him that she would do anything to stop this from happening.

Daddy smirked and responded; "Anything Kathy?"

She replied; "yes anything"

My heart sank as I really thought daddy was going to reconsider what he promised. I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. Daddy looked up and said "Lisa, go get those things that I told you to bring me."

I ran to my room to get my cell phone and diary. I sat on my bed and thought about daddy's "anything." Certainly he wasn't going to forget mom's years of teasing and denial to him. I tried to dry my eyes as I heard daddy calling for me.

When I returned to what was to be my new room, I saw my mother was crying. Daddy looked at me and motioned me to join him. I sat on the bed beside him and handed him my diary and phone. He thumbed through my diary and began reading.

"March 12, 2006...Today is my birthday...My 19th birthday...I wonder what Mom and Daddy are going to get for me...Mom will probably get me some sort of chastity belt...I don't understand...How can she have a man like daddy and be such a prude...I can't prove it but I know she was the one that took my dildo from my drawer...My dildo that I spent many nights fucking while imagining being daddy's slut...The dildo that I have to use anytime I read a chapter of daddy's book...I wonder if I could talk daddy into taking me to one of his toy stores?...He would probably ground me till I was 30 if I asked him that...I would go buy another but I know that mommy snoops here every day when I leave for school...oh well...I'll write more later...off to get my nails done..."

I blushed as daddy smiled at me. He told me; "Look at me Lisa, it wasn't your mom who took your dildo, it was me. I knew you would never ask me about it. Have you missed it?"

I blushed and whispered "more than you know daddy"

He spoke more sternly than before. "You know Lisa, being my slut means you will only masturbate when I tell you to. You will only cum when I tell you to. You will only use a dildo when I tell you to."

I got worried. I was accustomed to masturbating at least once sometimes twice a day. I wondered exactly what I had gotten myself into. I spoke up and let Daddy know that I understood his rules.

He looked down at mom. She was still crying watching him and listening to him. "Here is the deal Lisa, your mom here has decided that she will do anything to keep me from making you two exchange rooms."

I gasped. Daddy continued; "I told her she could stay on one condition. She must get a pallet at the foot of our, yes yours and my, bed. She may sleep there, but any time we are engaged in training or a sexual activity, she must watch. She must watch and learn from you. She must learn what I expect from my slut. If she decides that she can't do that, she must take her place in your old room. If she wishes to learn from you, perhaps one day you can both be my sluts. How do you feel about that?"

I looked at him. My thoughts were running wild. Did I want my mom to watch daddy and me have sex? Did I want her to be willing to be his slut also? Suddenly a tingling came over me. Yes, yes I did want that.

I spoke softly. "Daddy, that is fine with me. Will mom be, uh you know, will she be joining?"

Daddy had a smile a mile wide, "maybe someday Lisa, maybe some day."

Mom smiled and told us both thank you for letting her stay. I couldn't help but wonder what the days ahead held in store for me, for all of us.

"I'm starving" daddy mumbled.

Mom got up and went to prepare breakfast. I assume that I looked a little concerned. Daddy kissed me and told me how proud he was of me for agreeing to the mom deal and even more proud of me for wanting to please him. "You have the makings of a wonderful submissive slut baby."

I smiled and we went to enjoy breakfast. I had to get to a class at 11 and daddy had to meet a client for lunch. Daddy told us to plan to meet back at the house at 3. He decided that he might squeeze in a training session before his night out with the boys.

3pm.

I walk into the house and daddy and mom are already there. Mom was sitting on the couch and daddy was on the love seat. "Strip NOW!" he told me sternly.

I looked and the two of them were fully dressed. I began taking off my clothes. Daddy spoke up. "Any time you enter this house, you are to immediately remove all your clothes. The only exception will be when you get permission to bring home a friend." I turned to look at mom.

"Your mom is NOT in training Lisa, YOU are!" Daddy screamed. I nodded letting him know that I understood. "Over here NOW Lisa, kneel" daddy commanded.

I quickly went over and kneeled, putting my head at his feet. Daddy grabbed my hair and pulled me up and looked in my eyes. "Lesson 1. Kneeling. You will kneel on your knees, hands behind your head, knees spread, showing me all of you. Your ass will never touch your heels. I want your legs to ache. I want them to ache for me. Do you understand?"

I spoke softly; "yes daddy"

I could feel my legs tense up as I got into the proper position for daddy. He looked at me and he genuinely had the most loving expression I had ever seen on his face. "Baby, you have no idea how long I've dreamed of seeing you like this"

I smiled and told him how happy that made me.

He set up a video on a tripod and aimed it to me. He told me he was going in the other room with mom to let her service him. He whispered "although she could never suck me like you do." He told me to stay in my position until they returned. If I passed this test, he would reward me that evening. If I failed, he would put rice under my knees and make me kneel for hours.

I was determined not to move. Not to let my ass touch my heels. I could hear daddy in the other room moaning as mom got to enjoy his cock. Yes, I was jealous. I guess my jealousy made me more determined. I had a new found strength. Although sweat was building up on me, I would not fail. I would get my reward. After what seemed like an eternity, I heard daddy moaning louder. I knew he was cumming. I heard him scream "Damn it Kathy." I heard his footsteps approaching.

I held my position tight. Daddy turned off the video camera. He came over to me and told me to relax. He then grabbed my hair and told me to crawl and follow him. I followed him. He led me to our bedroom.

Daddy spoke; "Lisa, apparently your mom doesn't understand what I expect when she services me. Look at the mess she made on the floor with my seed. Show her what good sluts do with my cum."

I put my face to the floor. The hardwood floor was cold and touching my nose. I licked up every drop of daddy's wasted seed. I cleaned the floor with my tongue. I knew daddy was pleased. He sat on the bed and pulled me to his lap.

He told me how proud he was of my training so far. He told me he was going to let his buddies watch the video and see if I passed my test. I would find out when he returned home from poker night.

With that, he showered and left....

Again to be continued.....