Author's note: All characters in this story are older than eighteen.
Chapter 6:
Cupcake's little pussy has been sore all week. Daddy's cock really did a number on it. It also did a number on her frilly bedspread. Poor Cupcake had to strip it off the bed and launder it before Mommy got home. She was afraid Mommy would see the huge stain of cum and pussy juice.
She's been applying a salve to her pussy lips to relieve the soreness. It does help, though the best cure seems to be time. Little by little it is all healing. All the while Daddy has become aloof again, as if the whole thing never happened. She, on the other hand, hasn't been able to stop thinking about it. She's relived every detail, every nuance of his every phrase, every gesture...his command of her, his dominance. Her pussy might be sore, but her libido is as robust as ever.
At night in bed she struggles to refrain from touching herself. Each time she's tempted, she hears Daddy's admonition to "...save her pussy for her Master." His words mean so much more to her now than when he first said them. Her submission binds her to serve him, and only him...self-gratification is forbidden without his permission. It's taken days for that to sink in. Now just the thought of it is so powerful, so erotic, she shivers.
"Oh Master," she whispers to her pillow, "I am yours, god help me. I am ALL yours."
When morning comes, she is ready for whatever the day will bring. Her submission has focused her mind. She gets it completely now. She is sure he will be pleased with how well she has learned her first lesson.
It's a sunny Saturday and Mommy has gone shopping; for what, Cupcake doesn't know. And Daddy left early to go fishing with friends. Breakfast will be light, she's not about to fuss. Still in her jammies, she lingers over coffee, takes in the sensuous aroma, lets her mind wander, "If Daddy were only here..."
While combing out her hair in front of her vanity, she sheds her jammie top, has a long look at herself in the mirror. She's not happy with what she sees. For one thing, those thick-framed glasses couldn't be geekier. For another, unlike her voluptuous mother and sisters, she is thin, her shoulders are small, her breasts are small. She feels unworthy of any man's attentions, let alone Daddy's.
She has yet to learn that a man like him, one with broad and varied sexual tastes, has much to appreciate in his daughter's delicate frame, the grace in her limbs, her velvet skin. She has no idea that she's sitting on one of her major assets: her rump. It's full and very well shaped. Plus her pouty little mouth is to die for. If she only knew what big plans Daddy has for his new little slut.
She dresses herself in her baggiest clothes and whiles the time away watching TV.
It's late afternoon before Mommy is home from shopping. In she comes with multiple bags, all with different store logos on them. She's been everywhere.
"I found some of the nicest things," she gushes, pulls out a white satin blouse that is truly elegant.
"You know how hard it is to find things that fit me properly," she continues, referring of course to her extra large bosom. She holds it up to her front for Cupcake to admire.
"It's lovely, mother," she replies with little enthusiasm.
Mommy puts it back in the bag, and reaches into another. "Look here, I bought this choker too." Then quickly realizes she shouldn't have shown it to her naive little daughter, and tosses it back in the bag. Pulls out a new skirt to divert her attention.
"What was that choker?" Cupcake asks.
"Oh nothing, nevermind."
"No, mother, I want to see it," she insists.
"Well...I guess you're old enough," she says, pulling it out again, "it's to wear for Daddy on special occassions."
She wraps it about her throat to 'model' it. It's made of black leather, with faux diamond studs and an attachable leash.
"I see," says Cupcake, "that's pretty hot."
"You shouldn't talk that way, sweetheart."
"Oh mother, please. I'm 22 years old. You think I don't know about kinky sex?"
Mommy blushes, realizes her daughter knows more than she thought.
"And mother," Cupcake presses, "why do I still have to call you 'Mommy'?"
She looks down, then forms her words, "Well...you don't, really. Just when Daddy's around, I would appreciate the favor."
"Really? Why?" she asks with a puzzled look.
