I came home after a hard day's work as I always did and found Keri there to meet me as was her ritual. I looked down at her petite frame as she knelt before me with her knees open and her hands on her thighs. I closed the door silently as she put her right cheek to the ground between extended wrists, performing obeisance before her master.
The house was already warm with the aroma of the lasagna that she had fixed. Though she did not work a regular job Keri found her day busy as she served me. It was good for her to serve me in those menial ways, endeavoring to please me. She served so much the better sexually afterward, knowing that she had to iron my clothes perfectly, and cook the meals to my perfection, else she feel the whip on her supple soft skin.
"Greetings, my master," she whispered as she untied my shoes and removed them and my socks. I could feel her lips kissing at my feet. Then she lightly licked and sucking, lingeringly, hoping to be found pleasing.
She knelt back on her heels for inspection, her back straight, breasts thrust forward, with her knees widely spread, exposing her sex to me. I grinned down at her silently. She struggled to look at the ground as she was still under discipline. She was dressed as I had commanded her, nothing but black silk stockings and matching pumps with 4 inch heels and little ties around her ankles.
Wordlessly, I knelt down beside Keri and roughly inspected her as she gasped at my touch, silently pressing herself to me in sexual offering and powerful excitement. Her legs were freshly shaved smooth. Her cunt was also shaved recently, smooth and red from her razor still. I ran my fingers between her spread and waiting pussy lips that were already moist with her juices and then lifted them to my nose as she let out a small gasp. I smelt a pleasant mixture of her sex mixed with her skin moisturizing lotion. Next I checked her underarms and they were shaved recently also.
"Bara!" I barked and Keri fluidly and beautifully slid onto her belly and crossed her ankles for binding as well as her wrists behind her back. I roughly uncrossed her ankles and spread her legs. I used my fingers to spread her ass cheeks as she quietly moaned and could see her angry puckered sphincter from her recent ass-raping. It was clean and brown, inviting. It was also free of hair.
"Position," I snapped and she quickly rolled over and rose to her knees, back straight with her thighs widely splayed. Her chest rose and fell quickly from the exertion, making a delightful show of her breasts.
"We have something special planned tonight, my slut," I informed her. She shuddered and reddened in anticipation and fought back the urge to look up at me, but she was still under discipline; she could not look at my face, or any part of me, in fact, above my belt.
"We need you prepared for the event," I said. "So I want you to prepare dinner quickly and then wait, on your knees in the kitchen for me."
"Yes, daddy," she said, excitedly and then turned to crawl away quickly. I licked my lips and smiled as my cock twitched, watching her firm, well formed and exquisitely shaped ass sway as she made her way to the kitchen.
Upstairs in the bedroom, I laid out her attire for the night, which was not much indeed. Over the past weeks, I had bought her many new clothes, both for my viewing pleasure as well as for her to go out in. They were all sensual but conservative, nothing too slutty and nothing distasteful. I mainly chose skirts and blouses for her to go out in as well as sun dresses and longer flowing dresses with modest slits up the sides or back. For in the home, it was mainly lingerie, garter belts, corsets, negligee's and such, In a variety of different colors and styles.
For this night I chose a black corset that pushed her C-cup breasts up perfectly, and fit her tight around her belly and waist. It had attachments for her stockings and would match what little she was already wearing perfectly.
With that done, I locked my pistol in the bedroom safe and then walked into the bathroom for a quick shower. I was almost absentminded as I thought about the future. I had a good job here, but except for my other daughter, Tara, who was attending college now, I had nothing really tying me to the city anymore, not since their mother died. I liked my job, but the skills were transferable nearly anywhere.
I thought about living openly with Keri, not having to hide our relationship. Most everyone knew that she was my daughter, and none would approve of our sexual relationship, let alone my domination and control over her. I belonged to some nationwide groups of likeminded men and their girls, and I knew I could network anywhere I wanted to go.
That thought was on my mind as I got out of the shower and dried off, feeling the stress of the long day bleed off. I dressed casually in worn and faded but sharply creased khaki pants and a red polo shirt. Keri laundered and pressed all of my clothes to perfection. She did not double crease anymore, especially since she felt the kiss of the whip for that transgression two nights before. I smiled at the memory of that and how she had served my pleasure afterwards, striving to placate me.
I slipped the thick leather belt onto my pants and then carried my pistol down with me, feeling refreshed from the shower. I could feel my stomach rumbling as I locked my pistol up downstairs in the lockbox and then walked to the kitchen. Keri was there waiting, silently kneeling in the position of the pleasure slave, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. I could feel my cock stir at the sight of her breasts and her engorged rosy nipples.
Silently, I sat down at the table and pushed myself in. I snapped my fingers and pointed under the table. Keri moved swiftly, knowing what I wanted. As I took my first bite of dinner, I felt the pleasurable softness of her wet tongue swirling around the head of my cock. She rested her hands on my knees, knowing that was how I preferred to suck my cock, using her whole body without hands. After a moment she was already mewling and whimpering in sexual need as she rocked back and forth, her head lips bobbing up and down the shaft of my cock. I continued to eat silently. Yes, I thought to myself, it is enjoyable to own a woman, completely, having her under my absolute and utter control and discipline.
I ate in silence as they pleasured me, slurping up my cock. I had to tell her several times not to cum as she worked hard to sexually stimulate me. By the time my dinner was through my cock was rock hard and throbbing. I pulled her off my cock by her hair and she knelt beside me, gasping for air, her breasts rising and falling beautifully, her eyes alight with sexual excitement.
Piece by piece, I fed her with my forth. She knelt back on her heels, the aroma of her sex mixing with that of the lasagna. She used only her teeth and lips to eat from my fork, which was stimulating for me by itself. It was very sensual to me to see her performing this task in such a sexual way.
"Thank you for feeding me master," she breathed, her voice taut with need as she performed obeisance, pressing her lips to my feet and gently holding my ankle.
Unable to control my own urges anymore, I grabbed her roughly by the arm and she yelped as I dragged her to the side of the kitchen and then put her to her belly. She instinctively spread her knees widely and pressed her breasts into the cold tile of the kitchen floor while her hands were at her sides, palms up.
"Oh, daddy!" she yelled as I drove my hard cock into her cunt and began fucking her wet sex hole without mercy. I could feel her cunt quivering almost immediately as she reached slave orgasm immediately with the first thrust of my cock reaching her womb. Her body tensed up and then shuddered as orgasm washed over.
