At Daddy's Mercy

At Daddy's mercy and beck and call part 3 of 7

First: I must correct my translation blunder. Diane is not retarded in the common meaning. Instead I will say that she is mentally under stimulated, naïve slow thinking and locked in her belief that father is always right. I beg first her and then the persons that kindly have pointed it out, to forgive me. Humbly Cecilita

Story Code: M/g, M/f, M+/f, Mc, incest, Mpover, sub, slave girl, training, oral and slow mind.

Author: Cecilita

Email: cecilitaSv70@hotmail.com

At Daddy's mercy and beck and call part 3

DIANE:

When I had cleaned him and with my lips pulled back his foreskin I was done with my temporary mission and rose to my feet and stood at the same place as before, in the order position and waited for his next order. I have learned to love waiting for Daddy's order of what to do.

It's so easy and gives no worries about doing the wrong thing.

A thrilling feeling in my stomach told me that some part of my mind and body liked the naked and submissive situation in front of Jens.

But I have little room for my own feelings. Daddy was the one who directed what was going to happen in the room.

Father put in his now limp tool back in his pants and turned to Jens and asked of him what he thought of my performance.

“ She is perfect. The perfect slave girl, she is.”

“ Well, what do you think of her as a wife?”

“ I think she will be a very good wife.”

“ And very obedient and serving too”, my father added proudly.

Then he added:

“ I must stress that she is still a virgin, I have never used that part of her. She has to be a virgin for her future husband. But I have corrected and trained her behaviour strictly during the time I've been raising her. Including that I've taught her the special use of her tongue, lips and throat.”

“ I could see that for my self”

“ If you will be her husband you could easily turn her, as a clod of clay, to be what ever you want, you know. I have only done the preliminary work. She is a very talent and dexterous pupil.”

“ If you forgive me mention it, I don't mind trying her out myself before I could take a decision of marriage.”

“ That I can understand and you will not regret it. I can ensure You that.”

I locked at Jens and saw that his pants had a big wet smear on the inside of his pants. So I understood that he himself had made his tool spraying inside his pants.

During my care for my father I don't think he had had any wet smear on his pants. I had always caught that in my mouth, I thought proudly. That's my job and responsibility.

I looked at Jens and let my thoughts wondered.

Is he to be my husband and Master in the future?

Not a too bad choice of my father.

I had to make a great impression on him then.

But what about my father then, was he not to be my Master anymore?

Or was I going to have two Masters?

Daddy had told me that my only advantages in the eyes of men were my submissiveness and obedience and my deep throating and my willingness and eagerness to serve pleasure with my body. That's why he had trained me so carefully in those behaviours. I know in my heart that he had done it in love and care for me.

Father looked at my and said:

“ Diane, you must show Jens your very best side and even overdo your obedience and submissiveness and willingness and eagerness to give him pleasure in your acting!”

“ Yes Daddy! I will!”

“ You must later convince him that you are a good catch by obeying him to the letter. I don't no who else can take charge and care of you if anything happens to me. Do you understand, girl?”

“ Yes Daddy, I will! I promise, Sir. But Sir nothing is going to happen to you is there?”

“ No of course not girl, but I said if. Somebody has to take care of you. And you couldn't be left alone if the worst comes to the worst.”

“ No Sir!”

“ So you must do your very best to convince him that you will be a the most obedient and submissive wife he can ever be married to. That you will be, not only his wife, but also his slave girl and sex toy. And you will be responsible to collect all his wet spray, as you have done for me. Do you understand what I'm saying, girl?”

“ Yes father, Sir. I do. I have to be the same girl for him as I'm for you now!”

“ Yes, but I said slave girl!”

“ Sorry father, that's what I meant, Sir. Slave girl, Sir! I will be at his beck and call, Sir.”

Father nodded and turned to Jens and asked of him:

“ What if you borrow her for next weekend when I'm going to Bornholm? I expect of you to keep your mouth shut about this things. What do you say?”

“ Thank You. I love to and I have my own house now since my parent's death. It's an honour to borrow her from you to try her out. My mouth is sealed, you can be sure of that.”

“ Very well it's a settled then.”

“ I must ask of you. What are her limitations then, Yours I mean?”

“ If you seriously reflect upon marriage there's none. Except for her virgin hood, it must be intact for her future husband. But if you, with no return, decide for marriage, then that is also a free zone. But then she is yours for better for worse”.

“ Do you really mean that?”

“ I said that if you really decide for marriage, yes!”

“ And as long as I consider marriage there is only ONE thing out of bound, the rest is free?

“ I said that if you really consider marriage, yes!”

“ I do honestly as I can see heaven open up for me.”

“ OK, then. Can you collect her Friday at noon?”

“ I will!”

Father turned again to me, in my waiting position and said.

“ Diane, when Jens brings you back I don't want to hear him complaining about anything, not anything! During these days he borrows you he is your Master and temporary owner and caretaker. You have to do what ever he asks of You, No, not asks, ORDER you to do and perform. Is that clear girl?

I knew father. When he stressed something in that way I know he meant it and I would never make him disappointed in me.

“ OH, Yes Sir. I will do everything he orders me to do and I'll do my very, very best, Sir! I promise Sir.”

“ As a bonus for Jens. Diane, show him Your THREE ways!”

I understood what Daddy meant. He had trained me in those movements before. I had to show my three entrance; mouth, pussy and but hole in that order and count quietly to ten in each showing.

“ Yes Sir!”

I looked directly at Jens and opened my mouth and showed him that entrance. Daddy had taught me to put my tongue out and let it rest on my lower lip and so I did and got a quick feeling of being a puppy.

In my mind I felt a bit shame. My nakedness strengthens my feeling of vulnerability but my body was well trained and obedient to my Daddy's order and will.

I looked Jens directly in his eyes and felt at his disposal and in the same second I felt a tickling feeling in my stomach.

I counted to ten.

I turn around, bend over forwards, stretched my hands behind my bottom and open up my lower lips with my fingers.

I counted to ten again.

Put my hands and fingers higher up and opened up my but muscles to show him my anus. It was an unused entrance but a naturally used way out.

I counted to ten.

Turned and intended to started show all from the beginning when Daddy stopped me.

Father had trained me to keep going from the beginning until he stopped me, as he did now.

As I was trained to do, I put myself in the order position and waited for him to decide what was going to happened next. I must confess that almost every time I was in this waiting position with my hands raised to my neck I felt a thrilling feeling in my spine.

What will happen and what will he want me to do?

I loved my father and I felt so happy when he was pleased with me. And better when he was proud of me.

“ Jens, have you anything to ask me before you go?”

“ Yes, there is one question: How do I correct her in minor slips?”

“ It is included in no limits except ONE. It's up to you to correct her as you find best.”

“ So it's OK with you if I smack her?”

“ It is but I can't see that she will give you any reason for it.”

“ As long as it's OK with you.”

“ It is”

“ See you Friday afternoon”.

“ You are welcome, see you.”

Jens just looked at me and winked.

**

When he has gone father had me dishing and cooking him dinner.

I walked around naked in the kitchen and was thinking of my future and of what father had said. It was so easy to obey and do what I was told, so it would not be any problem. I felt security in that Daddy had trained me well.

**

I can't say that I was counting the days to Friday when Jens was going to bring me to his home. It was new for me. As long as I was under Daddy's supervision it was cool and nice but new things to do was scaring, alarming.

Still I was confident in the knowledge of that if only I did was father thought best for me everything was going to be alright.

**

Friday morning I snaked, as every morning, up under my fathers cover and found my way up to his groin and tool. He was on his back in the bed and that makes it much easier for me to reach my waking-him-up-area.

I opened up my mouth and took it in. My lips pushed back his foreskin and uncover the head and my tongue started immediately massages its underside in long and quick strokes, as he instructed me to do.

During my training time he had had a great patience with my inexperience, but lately he could only relax and let me handle everything exactly as I knew he wanted it.

This time I felt a very warmth feeling of doing it as good as I possible could.

Somewhere in my confused mind I felt it as I took my mothers place in his bed. I was my duty to give him pleasure and make his penis happy and spitting.

I had also been taught to let my lips follow the structure of his penis head and in to its neck during its movement in and out of my mouth. I could hear him sigh in (of) pleasure on the other side of the comforter and it makes me so happy and even more eager to make it more pleasurable for him.

Now Jens was, far away, in another world.

So in the middle of my obedient feelings he hit me hard on my skull outside the comforter. That was my signal to take him deep down in my throat and so I did quickly as in a bodily servile reflex. I started to swallow and swallow and massaging his penis with my gulping down muscles.

Soon he injected his dose down there and his tool quickly went limp and slipped out and up from my depth. I didn't need an order to clean it. That was a well trained procedure.

When I was ready I put his comforter back over him, it was mostly on the floor after my performance in the bed.

I turned to run to the kitchen to prepare his breakfast but he stopped me and said that he wanted to feel my tongue in his back hole for “a minute or two”.

He turned in the bed to his stomach and spread his legs to make room for me. Knowing his call for quick acting on my part I harried to kneel between his legs and bend over to put my nose at his behind and in the same time I spread his but muscles with my fingers, sharpen my tongue and put it in motion in his hole.

In and out, in and out, in and out, in endless motions.

“ The minute or two” was added by many more, but I worked my tongue in steady in-out movement until he told me to stop. More than 15 minutes had pasted so I knew he liked my pleasure giving.

So he suddenly ordered.

“ Now fetch your tail!”

A bit surprised I run away to a smaller case in the wardrobe just opposite to my bed in the bedroom. I opened it, took the tail thing and run over to produce it to him.

It was an animal tail attached to the end of a wooden handle 15 cm (6 inches) long.

After I had handed it over to him I turned my back to him and bended over at my waist holding my but muscles apart for him with my hands, without him saying so.

He didn't need to order that because I knew were he was going to put it. It had been there so often that I thought it could find its way by it self.

He put some saliva on the end and pressed it in my but hole. It gave me a twinge of pain when he pressed it in.

Then he pushed at button on the side of it and the top end expanded inside of me so it would stay in there even when I moved. But it hurt in the beginning.

From time to time I had to wear it in my but hole. I don't know why, but I obediently did so.

“ Now off you go!”

“ Yes Sir!”

I run out of the room and down to the kitchen and he stayed in the bed.

Twenty minutes later his breakfast was ready and I heard him in the bathroom and then entering the kitchen. As always I stood in the order position and waited for him to sit down.

I served him coffee and his slices of bread, cheese and butter.

Then I again put myself waiting in the order position.

When I parted my legs I could feel my “tail” hanging between my legs and tickling my thighs in my movements.

He had me turn around to inspect that the tail was steady in place as I could feel it was. But it was for Daddy to know that it was.

I served him more coffee and then I had to crawl under the table and offering him my mouth and tongue again.

But I didn't get any wet reward.

As I serviced him under the table I knew that this was The Day, Friday.

Jens was coming to collect me, to borrow me as you borrow a thing, a slave thing.

More to come in part 4. If you are interesting, that is Otherwise it will stay in my chest.