"Mommy's such a whore," Cupcake had quipped after witnessing her brazen fuckfest with Daddy. Now, two weeks later, she's much less inclined to be so disdainful. She's had lots of sex, real sex, the dominant kind that Daddy dishes out, and it has changed her perspective on everything.
He's been coming home every day for 'lunch' to teach her more lessons. He had been disappointed in her behavior after that lesson in her bedroom. She seemed to have grasped the meaning of being 'owned', but then faltered badly in abiding by it...frigging her clit again as she watched through the keyhole. He had expected much better from her.
Oh she begged and begged his forgiveness, but no Master could tolerate such a breach. He disciplined her without hesitation. Now she never goes near her clit except to clean herself for him.
He's taught her other important lessons too: The proper forms of address sluts must observe, how to please him with her mouth and tongue, the need for bondage and discipline, the imperative of never cumming without his permission. And several lessons on the use of prolonged denial to intensify her orgasms.
She has a butt plug now too. He makes her wear it all the time as an ever-present reminder of her servitude. Mommy, she has been told, does the same, and has for years. Yes, Cupcake does indeed have a fresh perspective. She's come to know that she and Mommy share a common addiction to all that a skilled Master can bestow. Some of which she is enjoying at this very moment.
Daddy has her on her back, bound and helpless, her pussy captive to his long tongue. He's been feathering it over her titties, along her neck, down her torso, and onto her needy little clit. Teasing...teasing...teasing her to insanity. She squirms and yanks at her wrist cuffs, every bit the whore that mommy is.
And all in Mommy's room! A place Mommy has never let her go and now she knows why. One whole wall in the large walk-in closet is arrayed with straps and cuffs, clamps, gags, spreaders, floggers and crops. There is leatherwear of all kinds, nylon and latex too. And stilettos and platforms of seemingly endless variety...a foot fetishist's dream.
If Mommy could only see her now. On Mommy's bed! With Daddy ravenously tending to her big girl clit!
Oh what a rush that thought brings! She heaves her hips up into Daddy's mouth, puffs out sweet oh-oh-ohs.
"Not yet, little slut," he warns.
"Oh Master..." she sighs, closes her eyes tightly, goes perfectly still to hold back her orgasm.
"That's the way. Save it for Master's cock. You wouldn't want to disappoint your Master's cock, now would you?"
"No Sir, never," she shudders, thankful to have subdue it in time.
"Good girl," he soothes, but she knows he would have disciplined her if she hadn't.
His hands grab under her ass, he nips at her clit with his teeth, then tilts his head to bite teasingly along her puffy cunt lips. She shudders again, teeters between lust and pain, holds her breath until she no longer can.
"Jesus," she finally exhales. "Master, please fuck me! Please fuck your whore!"
Instead he pulls away, leaves her cunt wanting while he cuffs her ankles to the bedposts. Helpless, her arms and legs spread wide, she continues to plead, but he has other ideas.
Out of nowhere comes a blindfold to cover her eyes, put her in total darkness. She can't see at all, only imagine the source of the delicious stings she soon feels on the inside of her thighs. They come closer and closer to her pussy with each snap. It feels like a crop spoon but maybe it's a switch. Daddy flicks it with precision at the exact spots and with the exact intensity needed.
"Ooh fuck," she moans.
