DIANE (In part Four 17 y o)
Looking shortly back from now as an adult I think
it was totally irresponsible of my father to hand over a 17 y o girl in the
hands of 19 y o boy and to give him absolute power over me.
A cruel and inexpedient country bumpkin like him living alone in a sparsely
populated area. He had little or none contact with other people, more than a
few fellow workers, as my father. He has too little experience from handling
other people, a young girl in particular. He had no stop signs in his head.
My fathers “carte blanche” gave him an unlimited playground. Bear in mind
that he had lived with only is imagination for many years and without out
contact with any real girl and his only standards came from dirty magazines.
It was absolute madness. But here is my statement of what he had demanded of
me.
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My home.
At 1300 hrs I was standing in the order position beside my father when we
heard the door bell rang.
“Go and answer the call!”
“Yes Sir!”
He had trained and taught me that my answer “Yes Sir” always should be sharp
and distinct, as in his Army, he said. And also that I never could say it
without of stretching my body further up, straight back, breast out and eyes
forward. It had been a second nature for me, so I didn’t need to think about
it now days. Daddy had loved the Army with its strict discipline and trained
humans.
I knew and feared that Jens had arrived and I run quickly to open the door.
As usual I was naked and I could see his bright smile as his eyes search
over my exposed body. He seems always be smiling. I didn’t know it then but
in a near future I was going too. Later I found out that his mother had been
rather depressed from time to time and that had made him hate a sad face.
I stepped aside and let him enter and I closed the door behind him. I was
unsure of what to do and would not for my life dare to annoy him, thinking
of what I had to face three days ahead.
So I flashed a quick “order position” for him. He was not my Master, but I
feared he would be in a minute or two.
After that I run quickly in to father in the living room and announce that
his guest had arrival. Daddy nodded and gave me a sign to show him in.
I run back to the hall and told Jens that Daddy was waiting for him in the
living room and run before him into Daddy.
I went over to father and stood in the order position, looking at Daddy. As
usual I stood diagonally in front of him, not blocking out his view, but
still in his reach, if he wanted anything from me or if he wanted to feel my
body.
My father was the Master until he told me otherwise. For ever, I hoped. He
was my good Master and my good father. Close to him, I felt so secure. He
was a very firm and demanding Master, but I knew in every detail how to
serve him, how to obey him. He didn’t spank me that many times for fault
that I have done.
More often, as he told me, he did it for the reason that he loved to see my
bottom wriggle in it’s trying to escape his blows and that he also loved to
see the skin color up and the muscles in my bottom checks stretch in fear of
his next blow.
I had nothing to say more than if my bottom gives him a show, I must
willingly present it for him, whenever he wanted. He owned me and could do
with me what ever he likes.
“You’ve come to collect her?”
“Yes I have and I’m really looking forwards to it all week.”
“And you remember our agreement?”
“Oh yes I do. No limits at all with exception of that one connected to
marriage. I know! Otherwise everything is free for me? ”
“That’s right!”
I was half listening to them and half pondering over Jens as I observed him.
He was just some years older than me but a feared him. Not that I could put
a finger on a reason for my fear, it was more a strong feeling. He was given
the power over me for the weekend and there was nothing I could do about it,
more than obey my father and “do anything in my power to convince Jens that
I was going to be for him a good wife in the shape of a totally obedient and
submissive slave girl. Fulfilling his every command with eagerness and
willingness and putting a loving heart in everything I did for him.”
But still I felt that Jens had a bad and cruel vein in him.
I already knew that he had a great lust for power. What is the meaning of
power if you don’t use it and test it out?
In Jens case I feared he would overuse it.
My future should show that my fear was an understated feeling. I could never
visualize what a boy’s imagination could find out to make a girl do for him
and for him to do to her.
Daddy turned to me and said:
“You don’t need to bring anything with you more than the most important
thing, yourself. But I don’t want people to start talking. Therefore you
can’t walk over to his home naked. Put your white gown on, nothing more, and
go with him. As soon as you stand before his door you will remove the gown
and walk inside naked. If he doesn’t say anything else you will be naked in
his home all the time, until he brings you home.
And remember his is soon your Master, your temporary owner and caretaker, so
you will obey him to the letter. I can assure you that you don’t want
him to
have any complains about anything when he brings you back to me.”
“No Sir. I will obey him as soon he is my Master and owner, Sir.”
I felt a bad shiver from my neck, running along my spine and then through my
whole body.
“By the way, run up to the bedroom and fetch all your “playthings”. Put them
in a bag and bring it with you. And bring your gown as well. Now!”
“Yes Sir!”
I RUN up to the bedroom and took and put down the collar, fetters, whips and
the tail in the bag.
I hold three dildos in my hand and wondering if he needed them. I presumed
he had the “real thing”, as Daddy. But then I remember that father said “ALL
your playthings” and emptied the plaything-box in the bag. In the meantime I
was thinking why he always calls them “my” playthings. He was the one who
played with them in and on my body.
I would never have had bought them. But father knows best!
I took my gown and the bag and run down to the room. Put the things down to
the floor and order-position.
“NOW he is your Master, girl!”
“Yes Sir!”
I answered my daddy and turned my naked front directly to Jens and looked
him in his eyes and said in a confirming tone.
“Yes Master!”
Jens was now my Master even if it felt strangely when my father was sitting
beside me. But I had to agree and obey. Father’s always right!
The just two year older boy was now the one I must obey. I knew in my heart
that he could do anything he wanted with me, and I must and would do
absolutely anything he said and do it good with willingness and eagerness
and love.
Father turn to Jens again and they talked to each other, but I didn’t
listen. Instead I rest my eyes on my new Master, ready to do what ever he
told me.
My attention wandered ahead. I was so used to and felt so secured by that my
Father was thinking for me, telling me what to do. Everything he told
me was
for my own good. And now it was Master Jens who was the one who was to be
the ruler of my actions.
How could I think that Master Jens always knows best?
I had to. He was my Master now. Perhaps he would marry me and be my Master,
Husband and Lord.
And I had to be his loving wife and obedient and submissive slave girl.
Perhaps, what I fear most but had to accept, I had to be his plaything or
his object or even furniture, as he had whispered in my ear once.
Interrupting my thoughts my new Master rose from his chair and give me a
sign to follow him and went for the door.
I took the bag and the gown and run for the door.
Catching up with Master Jens in the hall and opened the door for him. He
went out and I did so as well, but naked.
Then he found his Master role and ordered me to put the gown on, which I
did.
I took my bag and followed him in the direction of his home, not more than 3
km (1.8 miles) away.
It was a rather thinly populated area and we followed the road and passed
only one house (The Svensen family).
Halfway from my home we left the main road and took a small road up to his
house. It was located in the end of a big field and at the top of a hill and
with the forest behind it. Halfway up you couldn’t see the neighbor house
(Svensen family).
I was silence and my mind was in stand by for further orders. I felt a
thrilling feeling of the thought that I was his to do what he wanted with
and I must be on my alert to obey him as quick as I could. Opposite to
everything I felt a good tickling feeling in my belly at that thought.
But I couldn’t kill that fear in my chest.
When I turned my head I couldn’t see any house at all.
300 meters (1000 ft) from his house we pasted a lot of birch trees. He
stopped and gave me a pocket-knife and told me to cut 5 sprays of a birch
tree and hand over to him.
I run quickly in my white gown up to then trees, took hold of a branch and
cut five pieces of the birch.
There was no questions in my head why he wanted them and I almost could feel
them burning and hurting on my behind.
I also felt that there was nothing I could do to avoid it.
If he wanted to use it on me it was up to him and I wouldn’t even show him a
slightest sign of disapproval. On the contrary I must also incite him to use
it on me. I could hear my fathers order ringing in my ears: “You do anything
in your power to convince him….”
“Yes Daddy, I will obey your orders”, I said noiseless to my self and run up
to the house, were Jens was now.
As I running closed up to him I reflected on if I should just give him then
birch twigs or submissively do it on my knees before him.
I decided the later was the best way to fulfill my fathers order. And beside
of that I didn’t dare to annoy him in any way. In contrary of that I must in
any way show him that he is above me and stress his authority over me.
So a I kneel before the boy about my age and handed
him obediently the birch
rod.
He took it and I rose to my feet and stood in the order position. In fear I
felt that I was his to do with what ever came into his mind. And what ever
he decides to do with me I must be obedient, willing and eager to please
him.
Jens open the door to his house and remembering my fathers order I rose my
hands to my neckband and pulled my gown over my head and was naked before
him in a seconds.
He walked into the house and I entered his house, holding my gown over my
right arm.
It was dark in there for my eyes, but they quickly adjusted.
It was a new house with new smells for my nose. Here I had have to live for
the next days.
I felt frightened and miss my father. In his house I knew everything, but
here all was new to me and I had to start learning from the beginning,
for
those three days or for the rest of my life. At home I was used to be
stirred and guided all the time and I hoped that Jens would do the same.
I putted my gown, my only protection, at a chair and was standing naked
before him in a perfect ORDER POSITION. Standing on my toes and with my
mouth opened and my tongue stretched out, as I had learned from Daddy.
I knew in my backbone that I had not only do anything he told me, but also
put my back in it and struggle to convince him that I should be the best and
the most obedient slave wife he ever could wish for.
In my striving to show him that he had my full attention I looked straight
ahead and said:
"Yes Sir!"
Jens was still holding the birch rod in his right hand and at intervals he
hit his own left open palm with it as to stress that he was a hard and
demanding man and that his left palm easily could be my naked skin. It was
easily for me to understand that meaning. He spoke:
“Put your collar on, girl”
"Yes Sir!"
I bent quickly to the bag and in seconds I wear the black leather collar
around my neck, as so many times before at my real Masters house. In some
sense I felt dressed with this leather collar around my neck, even if it was
the only thing I had.
My complete order position again.
With complete I mean what my Daddy had taught me.
If I was in the distance of ONE arm length from my Master I must stand up on
my toes and keep my mouth open, with my tongue invitingly out and slightly
resting at my under lip.
In further distance I stood in the ordinary order position and that was; my
feet 50 centimeters (20 inches) apart, (between my feet) hands behind my
neck with my fingers interlocked, my elbows pointing strictly side ways, my
breasts out, straight back and my eyes on my Master.
It was connected to the words: “Yes Master!” or “Yes Sir!” to indicate
that
my Master had my complete and total attention.
I felt that my open mouth and outstretch tongue was meant to give him a
distinct direction of that my mouth was his to use when ever he wanted. It
was a clear invitation to fellatio, that it couldn’t be misunderstand.
“There are certain rules that you must obey in this house and outside.”
"Yes Sir!"
“You are here to convince me of what an obedient slave girl and slave wife
you could become to me.
I’m going to test you to the limit and I want to find that you have no
limits at all. What ever I say you will do immediately. You will act with so
much eagerness and willingness that I will not detect even the smallest
trace of reluctance.
In my tests of you I’m going to play with your body in any way I like and
you are going to give me so much pleasure that you couldn’t visualize it,
even in your darkest nightmare.
I must stress that I never want to see your face sad. That means that you
must smile on your face all the time, what ever I order you to do or what
ever happens to you. Your face will have a smile from now on and then you
will keep smiling.
If I wake you up in the night the first thing I will see is your smile and
when I send you to bed the last thing I will see is your smile and then you
will smile all the time in between. The only time you not had to smile is
when you’re sleeping. Do you understand me girl?”
"Yes Sir!"
I heard him and obeyed, putting up a smile for him and kept smiling as he
spoke.
“And you have to obey me to the letter, as your father promised me.
Whatever I say you will make it happen, what ever I say. That is my dreams
come true. Is that clear to you?”
“Yes Sir!”
His hand touched my left breast and I knew that he now was the Master of it
and the owner of all of me.
I obediently and ingratiatingly turned my breast to him for his easier
accessibility.
He went over to a cupboard and produced a very thin cane. He showed it to me
and made me hold it and then he said.
“I will give you a promise! If I, at any time in this house, will see that
you’re are loosing the smiling and happy face I will give you 50 blows by
this, 2:nd time I will double it to 100 and 3:de to
150 and so on. Do you
understand me girl?”
“Yes Sir!”
I did understand that this was going to be a horrible weekend and I could do
absolutely nothing about it, but keep smiling, as if I had a good time.
And I promise my self to keep my face smiling no matter what. I would NEVER
give him the chance to punish me for not smiling. I was a happy and secure
girl and to be smiling was not a problem for me.
My obedience was my only tool here and I had to stick to it.
He looked a bit embarrassed when he open up his belt and let his trousers go
down to the floor, followed by his underpants.
His tool was standing erected and hard out from his body.
I knew it would come to this and I knew what to do with it to make it feel
good. That is absolutely nothing to me, no effort at all. Of course he
wanted my mouth and I was prepared for this assignment since my father first
told him to borrow me.
I must say I had expected it much earlier, almost outside the house. But it
was for him to decide and me to wait for his order.
Obedient I stood still in the order position and waited for his command.
“Suck!”
It was my Daddies voice I heard and I obeyed so quickly that my knee-caps
hit the floor with a smash.
With my smiling mouth already open wide and my tongue outstretched and in
the absolutely same movement I bend my head forward to it and let his tool
enter my mouth.
Immediately my tongue started its trained movement at the underside of his
tool, just after I had pushed back his foreskin with firm lips, which
went
soft again.
I bobbed me head forwards and back and really tried to make him feel as good
as possible.
I was so used to give my fathers’ tool a massage with my mouth, after
repeating it up to seven times a day since I turned fifteen. I did it
automatically and, may I say, perfectly and exactly as he had taught me.
Massaging a dick with my mouth was nothing to me, nothing more than washing
up, sweeping the floor or brushing my teeth. It was just movements and a
task, just a trivial task to do, except from that fact that those tasks were
expected from me many times a day and night, when ever my father scrotum was
full and his testicles were calling for my mouths actions.
I did it as I was taught to do and expected Jens to correct me if he wanted
it to be other ways. I would be obedient but he has to teach me how he
wanted to be handled.
It was not my own knowledge. My father had told me that every man wanted it
done in his own way. Therefore I must pay attention to how Jens wanted it.
Daddy had told me to do it as I was taught as a principle to act from.
By the way, it took only seconds for Jens to explode in my mouth and he had
a lot. His fluid gift rushes into my mouth and I started to swallow. It was
the only way I knew to handle it and my instinct to swallow had become
natural. My father had told me that the liquid tasted good and it was his
encouragement to me for doing a good job.
I kept Jens dick in my mouth and very slowly move my tongue over its head to
catch more droplets from it.
To my surprise his tool wasn’t slacken as I was used to. It was still hard
and strong. I was supposed to clean it with my tongue and lips and put it to
sleep, but this tool show no sign of being sleepy at all.
Not knowing what to do, I start to do it all over again.
Bobbing my head over it and stimulated it with my tongue and lips. I was
completely lost.
I remember one day when I had put plates on the table and my father found
some spot of dirt on his plate. I had done a bad washing-up job so I had to
do it all over AGAIN. Furthermore my bottom got a hard thrashing and I felt
so ashamed over my blunder. I didn’t felt sorry for my bottom, though.
Now I was worrying if I had done a bad job at Jens dick and therefore must
do it again. I was sure that my bottom had a thrashing waiting for it, as
soon as I was done.
I must learn to do it better! Do it much more pleasurable for him. I could
almost feel my bottom twisting and turning red. But I was confused because
I’d done exactly as many times before and my Daddy had been pleased. And
Jens had rewarded my by his liquid. What had I done wrong?
This time I took my task more seriously and started from the beginning. My
waiting punishment urges me to do it much more methodically.
Moving it quickly forth and back I let my tongue press up against the
underside of the glans, formed my lips much more
closely around his tool and
let them wetly slide over its neck and started a much more intensive
suction. I carefully cup my hand from underneath of his scrotum and slowly
finger it as I felt his testicles inside.
My father had taught me that I could get very good information of the level
of his delight and excitement, if I felt the testicles moving up from my
hand and up in the direction of his body.
Then I knew that I was doing it right for him.
Now I could feel Jens testicles going up and coming back and go up again. As
I was taught I adjust my suction and lips and tongue movement after that.
What father said was always right.
During the time I gave him pleasure with my mouth he continued his
house-rule-speak. But at the same time as I felt his testicles moving up I
could hear his voice alter to a higher tone and sometime he stopped
for a
second or more. My mouth was carefully following him in its pleasure giving
and that was when my mouth was most active.
“When ever I snap my fingers ONCE you will directly go down on your knees
before me, open up my fly, take my cock out and start sucking on it. If I
don’t say otherwise you will make me cum within 5 minutes and you will keep
that time. For every minute more I will give you 5 blows by the cane on the
inside of your thighs and 5 on your bottom, so you better make it quick and
good. Do you understand me girl?”
I felt coerced to answering him. He was the boss.
"Yes Sir!"
Then I immediately moved my mouth back to its action and suction.
“When ever I snap my fingers TWICE you will without of delay kneel behind my
back, opening up my bottom checks and I will feel your tongue in my anus.
You have only two seconds from my snapping fingers until I will feel your
sharpen tongue in and out of the hole. Then you will keep up the rate until
I tell you to stop. Is that clear to you girl? “
"Yes Sir!"
I moved my mouth back to its mission.
“I have also learned from your father that you are used to wake up in the
night and stand in the order position and wait for an order of what to do
for your master. I will use that as a routine in this house as well. Do you
understand that? ”
"Yes Sir!"
“I like the order position, so we’ll keep it. But with your tongue you will
alter by keeping it out and still and every other time move your tongue
forth and back invitingly for me, as you stand in the order position. We
start with your tongue still, next first time and you will keep the
counting. Got it? ”
"Yes Sir!"
In a second my mouth was back in its suction.
“I will train your tongue to be used day and night either on my tool or in
my anus or at any part of my body I want. You understand girl? ”
"Yes Sir!"
“Your will be my living-alarm-clock by waking me in the morning at 700 hrs
precisely and by blowing me. You will put me to sleep when I tell you to, by
either your mouth on my tool or your tongue in my anus. Then you will keep
up a good pace until I’m sleeping.
You will sleep at a mattress on the floor beneath my bed, so I can wake you
up in the night when I need your services. Do you get that? “
"Yes Sir!"
My mouth went back to its task.
“I have always dreamt of letting a girl have my cock in her mouth all night.
And we will se what we can do about that dream. Probably it will mean no
sleeping for you that night, so perhaps I will wait to your last night here.
Think about it, a whole night with my tool in your mouth and you will only
move your head from it in the morning. You really long for that, don’t you
girl? ”
"Yes Sir!"
I move my mouth back. He continued, as I heard him more and more excited of
his fantasy dream. I felt his testicles disappear from my fingers and I
understood that this was a good for him, so I moved my tongue quicker and
more distinctly forward and back to massage the underside of his glans.
“If you at anytime in the night feel that my tool is calling for your
attention you will service it with tongue and lips. And you will take from
it whatever it will give you and you will swallow everything.
And if I hit you on the top of your head you will take it deep and stay deep
except for some rarely breathings interruptions that you must have. You
really want this tool in your mouth all night long, don’t you girl. “
"Yes Sir!"
And then he gushed in a new dose of his cock fluids in my waiting mouth. It
was less than last time but I swallowed it and it tasted good, as my father
had insured me. Father is always right!
“I have a feeling of that you are answering ´yes sir´ only to be polite and
obedient, are you girl? “
For a second or so I took my mouth of his dick and turned my smiling face up
against him.
"No Sir! I really want to please you in any way you want Sir. If it’s good
for you I really want to do it. My mind is yours and what ever you want me
to like or think I will. You own me for those days and perhaps for the rest
of my life and anything that you want from me I will do with eagerness and
willingness. You just tell me and I will make it happen. "
“OK!”
I had started to clean his now slacken dick.
Suddenly he snapped his fingers twice and I responded quickly on this new
order and rose to my feet and moved behind him as he stood, fall to my
knees, open up his but cheeks, sharpen my tongue and put it to action in his
hole immediately, in, out, in, out, in, out. I knew better than to slack of!
This pleasure giving to a man was not a big thing for me to do. My Daddy
used my tongue this way at least twice a day and he had me often doing it
for a LONG time.
I had learned that this pleasure giving could be “for ever” because there
was no concluding spaying from this hole. The only thing that makes him
order me to stop was when he lost his interest in my action or wanted
something else from me. When having my tongue in his back-hole father always
lose track of time.
I was experienced to do it for a long time at every occasion.
I had just to keep up with the movement in – out, in – out, in – out, in –
out, in – out.
But I was allowed to temporarily break the pace with my tongue stroking
gently up and down the cheek crack and for my lips to loudly kiss and touch
the near area.
Now Jens had got back his strength and started to give me more house rules,
with my tongue in and out of his anus hole.
“You will also wait at my table and wait in the order position in the
meantime.
If you not are ordered under the table for sucking duties, that is.
Understand? ”
"Yes Sir!"
My tongue went quickly back to its duty as soon as I had answered him.
“That is the house rules from now on. I will tell you if there will be more
for you.
OH, there is one more.
When you are blowing me and I hit you on the top of your head you will take
it deep down in your throat and the order word is simply DEEP! Do you
understand? “
He had told me that before but I answered:
"Yes Sir!"
“I have ten good obedience tests for you. I have those few days to decide if
I should marry you or not and I think we start with the first test after
dinner.”
"Yes Sir!"
“You can start making my dinner now. You will find what you need in the
kitchen.”
"Yes Sir!"
I started with preparing dinner and after one hour I run in to the room
where he was sitting.
The order position diagonally in front of him and stretch up my body for him
and waited for him to let me speak, as I knew he had seen in my fathers’
house.
“Yes?”
“Sir, your dinner is served, Sir!”
“Good!”
He rose from his chair and I stood there until he had left the room. I some
childish way I felt it all like a game or a play. A roll play, he was the
upper-class and I was the servant.
I run after him and out in the kitchen. He sat down on a chair and I stood
in order position diagonally in front of him.
“Girl remind me to inspect your pussy to see if I find
any hair there. You
may serve me now.”
"Yes Sir!"
He had a nice dinner and I stood in the order position most of the time and
waited on him at the table.
“Crawl under the table and suck me of!”
"Yes Sir!"
Quickly I fell to my knees and crawled under the table and as he had no
pants it was easy to take him my mouth directly and start sucking.
As my mouth and tongue performed there well trained work I was thinking.
Every morning in the shower I let my safety razor visit and work at my
private parts knowing that my father was very firm about “no hair” there. I
should look like a young girl down there, he said. I did it also this
morning but it is difficult to look down there in the mirror. Could I have
missed any hair? Well it would show. Now there was no time to correct it
anyway.
My milking tongue and lips soon enticed his tool to spray in my mouth. He
didn’t provide that much this time.
I cleaned him with my mouth as I was taught to do and crawled out from under
the table, rose and stretch up my body in the order position for new orders.
Up to now I had done well, I thought, except for his first time in my mouth
when I had to do it all over again and have a spanking to collect. Had he
forgot it?
I had many duty hours left in this house.
“Clear the table, Girl!”
"Yes Sir!"
I obeyed as quickly I could. When I was done I put my body in order position
again and waited for his next order. My tongue was moving out and in to my
mouth and it felt kind of fanny. I smiled with open mouth and that made my
mouth more open.
I had to lie on my back on the table and pull up my legs so I had my knees
to my armpits and hands under my neck.
“This position I will call BACK! Did you understand that girl? “
"Yes Sir!"
“So when I say the order BACK you will throw yourself on your back in this
position, with your cunt in my direction and usually
on the floor and or
were I point out for you to lie.”
"Yes Sir!"
He went over to a closet and produced a pair of tweezers and came over to
me.
He looked at my pussy and started to inspect it.
“Ouch!”
I said and then again. I felt a sting and then another and he told me that
he had found some hairs close to my anus.
“Now you will count loudly, but don’t forget to keep smiling.”
"Yes Sir!"
“One Sir, Two Sir!”
I knew I smiled all the time. Sometimes I got cramp in my face, but keep
smiling.
He continued and there was a sharp sting for every time he pulled a hair
with the tweezers. It hurt so much that it was very difficult for me to let
him have access to this sensitive part around my anus, but I didn’t move a
bit.
Obediently I count every sting and found that it was hard to smile, be
still, not to take down my hands to protect that sensitive area and to be
counting loudly, but I did.
“Three Sir!”
“Ow! Four Sir!”
“Five Sir!”
“Six Sir!”
“OH! Seven Sir!”
“Eight Sir!”
“Ouch! Nine Sir!”
“Eleven Sir!”
“Ow Twelve Sir!”
“Ouch! Thirteen Sir!”
“Ow Fourteen Sir!”
He now moved up and let the tweezers bite me on my left labia.
“Ouch! Fifteen Sir!
“Okay, the last was no hair, just for fun. So you can stop counting now!”
"Yes Sir!"
I could feel that he open up my private lips and put a finger into the hole
down there. This had always been a protected zoon in my fathers’ house but
now I had to just lay here and let him do what he wanted. And it didn’t felt
all that bad.
So his finger found my clitoris and started to stimulate it and he started
new feelings inside of me that I wasn’t aware of.
He stopped and ordered me to take my hands down there and open up myself
with my fingers. He was inspecting and scrutinizing and testing with his
fingers and the tweezers. He went over to refrigerator and found a gherkin
to put in my hole and then moving it in and out. Twisting and pulling on it
in my opening. He took his time.
I could just lay there and let him do what ever he wanted. But half of my
smile was now genuine.
My father had told me that I was still a virgin but I had no hymen left. He
didn’t know how it had happened but he was not to blame. It could be some
gymnastic movement from my behalf, he said.
Sometimes he had played with it and put things in my vagina, but my mouth
and tongue was his things.
Finally Jens had me down to the floor again and I rose to the order
position, with my tongue still.
He took me up to his bedroom on the 2: nd floor. I
stood there smiling and
in the order position. This time I move my tongue forth and back, forth and
back for him. I could se he had arranged for me at the floor beside his bed.
There was a mattress, a blanket and pillow.
I looked down at his bed, a rather big bed. It was the place where I would
be called to in the night, to serve him at his whim. OK!
I was the best cock-sucker in the world, my Daddy said so that was surely to
be one of my duties in the bed. And when he didn’t use my mouth I had to
lick his bottom hole with my tongue. OK!
Perhaps there would be some hours for me to sleep as well. I didn’t need
so
many sleeping hours.
This weekend I was his to do with what ever he wanted and I had to encourage
him using me as much as possible. I had promised my Daddy that, on his
demand of course.
On a desk at the window-part of the room there was dozens of Dirty Magazines
all over. He took me over there and gave me one magazine.
I hold it as it was dirty.
“Now I will test how quick you are!!
"Yes Sir!"
“I will say a random number and you will open that page number in the
magazine and then you will put yourself in the same position as the topmost
girl of that page. Do you understand my game rules, girl? “
"Yes Sir!"
I hold the magazine with my both hands and waited for him to call out a
number so I could quickly open that page. I didn’t care about the
girls in
there. The only thing interesting for me was to see the girls’ body position
so I could copy it.
“Number 4!”
"Yes Sir!"
Quickly I opened the magazine page 4 and saw a girl who lay on the floor
with both her leg parted and both hands open up her lower lips. In a wink I
did the same.
To make quick movement was my thing. My father had trained me to be quick
about everything. So I concentrate to my listening and then let my body
move.
But I felt more naked than I was there on the floor.
“Number 2!”
"Yes Sir!"
I jumped to my feet and run over to the magazine. Page 2 showed a girl
bending forward from her waist with her bottom in the direction to the
camera. Her finger tops touched the floor.
I returned quickly to the same place as before and took the position.
Jens sat down in a chair and watched his show. It wasn’t mine I was just an
object and a tool for him.
“Number 12!”
"Yes Sir!"
Up and open the magazine page 12. I run over to the spot and stretched my
hands to the ceiling and up to my toes to imitate a girl hanging from the
ceiling in a rope barely touching the floor. I stood tiptoes.
“Good. Number 16!”
"Yes Sir!"
The magazine, page 16 was all text, many words but no pictures.
“Sir, there is no pictures!”
“OK. Number 11!”
Over to page 11 in the magazine, and than to the floor again.
I went down on
my all four and open my mouth, tongue out. Jens could se my bottom and my
back turned smiling face.
“Crawl over here!”
"Yes Sir!"
I crawled quickly on my hands and knees up to him. He had still no pants on
and his dick was standing in attention and waiting for me, I thought.
“SUCK!”
"Yes Sir!"
I let my open mouth start the old procedure and licked first with my tongue
at the top, move his foreskin back with firm lips and then started my well
trained motions.
“Hang on! Don’t lose it!”
He commanded and rose slowly. I suck myself to his dick so I could follow
him as he moved over to a stool and sat down on its edge.
When he raised and moved I was on my knees, but now back on hands and knees
again.
A rather hard slap at the top of my head indicated for me to take him deep
down my throat and I obeyed.
He directed me to swing forward and back on my all four. When a hurl my body
forward I pressed his dick down my throat and in the back-movement I had to
catch his dick with my lips hard around the glans
neck to not loose it and
then forwards again.
He was sitting there still and I was moving.
Perhaps he was missing his correction tool, so suddenly, in the middle of my
striving to make it really nice for him he ordered:
“Fetch the birch twigs, but quickly!”
I sprang to my feet and run down to the kitchen to fetch the birch and run
back to him, throwing me before his feet and handed him the birch.
“Turn around girl!”
I did as quickly as I could and presented my behind for him.
Three very hard blows on the same bottom check and I counted loudly as my
father taught me:
“ONE! Thank you Sir!
“Ouch! TWO! Thank you Sir!
“THREE! Thank you Sir!
“Did I say the word quickly?”
"Yes Sir! I’m sorry Sir"
“Now run to the kitchen and put it back!”
"Yes Sir!"
I rose and run the quickies I could and returned to him in the order
position. My lungs were grasping air.
I could se his dick nod at his pulse beat.
“Fetch the birch rod for me!”
"Yes Sir!"
I was running, as for my life, down to the kitchen grabbed the birch again
and then up to his room. I can promise that I really RUN.
In the room I throw myself on my knees at his feet and handed him the birch
twigs, with a submissive:
"Yes Sir!"
“Now! Continue your mission!”
"Yes Sir!"
On my knees hand hands at took up the on-my-all-four-swing and took his dick
(cock) deep in my throat and catches the glans neck
with my lips in out
movement.
I could guess that he wanted to stir my speed, and he did. He hit my back
with the birch time after time, when he decided that I wasn’t doing it
quickly or deep enough or keeping that pace he wanted. I was all the time on
my top and giving him my outmost effort to pleasure him.
It seems he didn’t care for me at all. I was his sexually working horse. And
I was there for his pleasure. The skin of my back was hurting and burning as
in fire.
My father had never punished my back although all his hitting had my bottom
as its target.
Three times, when my nose was in his pubic hairs, he bended over my and give
me a blow with the birch twigs between my parted leg and hit my private
parts. As a body instinct it drew my head closer to him and his dick (cock)
deeper in my throat.
My labia went on absolute fire and I increased my pace to the top. I cried
out my unbearable pain on his dick, but it cut my screams and made it to an
echo.
Finally he sprayed his liquid gift in my throat and my mouth and I swallowed
but didn’t dare to stop the pace, so he stopped me. I tasted it. Yes, it
tasted good as my father said it would.
Father is always right, you know.
I could se that his dick was still hard and hadn’t slackened off a bit. It
was standing out from his body and nodding. I was worried. Must I do it
again all over? He hadn’t punished me for my luck of effort last time.
I could still taste his liquid in my mouth and now his cock had more to give
me.
I remember my fathers cock; it was always pleased with my handling of it and
went to sleep as soon as I had made it spray - always. And my father told me
he was pleased with me and that I had to wait for his next time.
Could it be that Jens had his next time immediately after his first?
I cleaned him with me tongue and lips and rose to the order position and
waited for orders.
“Who told you to stop sucking?”
“No one Sir! I’m sorry Sir!”
Quickly I fell till my hands and knees again and took him in my mouth and
started to rock my body forth and back.
“You can stop now!”
I stopped and rose to my feet again and the order position.
He rose from the stool and went over to his bed. There he lay down on his
stomach and I already knew that he wanted my tongue in his back hole, so I
wetted it and prepared my self for a long-time tongue fucking.
But I was wrong again.
As I stood in the order position I saw him bending his hard cock back and in
between his legs. He caught it with his thighs and the top of his cock and
his scrotum was sticking out just behind his bottom. I saw him starting to
squeeze his dick between his thighs rhythmically. I could understand that he
was having a good time there, but I was, on my fathers’ order, here to make
him feel good.
“I don’t masturbate by my hands as many. I do it like this and it is much
better for me. During all the years I had wondered how it would feel to have
a girl’s mouth on the top of it, sucking me as well. Now girl you are going
to let me have that experience. Come over here and put your mouth around the
top and start sucking. NOW!”
"Yes Sir!"
I harried up to the bed, kneeled on it and caught the top of his dick in my
mouth and had my chins close to his still moving and squeezing thighs. His
muscles pressed his dick further out and then in, but I have only the tip to
massage.
But I sucked my mouth hard to the top for not loosing it
I let my tongue massage the underside of his glans.
He began to breathe
harder and harder and after a minute or two he sprayed his liquid in my
mouth again and it flowed and flowed as he squeezed his muscles and my
tongue and mouth was working.
At last it disappeared in between his legs so I couldn’t fulfill my duty to
clean it. Instead I licked at his scrotum which also was squeezed between
his thighs together with his now gone dick.
“Well done girl. I come to think of something. Have you been eaten
anything?”
“No Sir. You haven’t told me to.”
“So I forgot. Well you must eat during preparing my food and before your
call for me.”
"Yes Sir!"
“Is there anything else I’ve forgotten? I’m not used to have a girl, slave
girl around the house.”
"May I ask a question, Sir?"
“Yes.”
“Sir, if you decide to marry me and we will be husband and slave wife, will
you allow some little kissing, hugging, cuddle and petting? I mean now and
then, Sir?”
“Girl, if I marry you, it is for I want a slave girl who is only for my
needs. You are to me a fuck toy, an object, a thing, sperm-sucker, a
sperm-releasing-doll and sperm-receptacle nothing more. You are only a
living-release-automat that I can call when I need it. You are here to
provoke and arouse me and then stimulate and release me at my whim. As soon
as you have done you mission you will go back to your ordinary tasks in the
household.
I also want to show for my friends what a perfectly trained slave girl I
have. I want them to see that you have absolutely no limits in your
obedience.”
"Yes Sir!"
I gave him my correct slave girl answer. But inside I was confused. Sucking
out his liquid gift when ever he wanted me to that was no effort for me. I
did it gladly.
With my father it was something much more, a love giving. I love my father
and I wanted so much to be near and close to him. I love to touch him in a
tactile way. When I found out that my mouth around his tool and my tongue in
his bottom hole was enjoyable for him then a new way was opened for me to
show how much I loved him.
I had been trained to think that my fathers’ liquid gift and that I wanted
and needed was much worth more than my mouth sucking or my tongue massaging
him.
I was his little girl. He loved me and took care of me and I wanted to be as
he wanted me. To make it nice for him in any way I could was only an
assuming way for me to pay back for all those thousands of hours he sat on
my bedside and stroke my back with his soft and warm hands, during he was
talking calmly to me.
It was then he taught me how to think and what I would like or dislike and
what tasted good for me and what doesn’t.
If he then wanted his little pleasure in the garden, bed, living room or in
the middle of the night was the same to me once I had been used to and
trained to wake up in the night for him. He wanted it and I gave him. It was
as simple as that. I remembered how I loved to hear his whistle signal when
he needed me.
What now was the most scaring and terrifying thing with Jens was his view of
me, being just an automatic-sperm-sucking-machine. It felt that I was so
un-personified. There was to be no Love between us. I was just a thing
for
his needs.
I couldn’t help starting to cry uncontrollably. I have read in girls
magazines about marriage and that entire thing. My father had prepared me to
be a slave wife fulfilling my husband’s every need. I felt that that was my
loving duty and gift for my future husband.
But I had a secret wish for a little more if I had to leave a cuddling,
touching, hugging and loving father.
I don’t know if he felt sorry for me, perhaps he had a heart in his body
after all.
“But okay. If I marry you and you are really good and obedient I think that
one day every second month we can play the role of every day married people
with hugging and so. Yes, that would be an alteration for me. I love
role-play. If you are very good and obedient to me so Yes, I think so. But
in the in the meantime you will be a good sperm-releasing-doll. Okay?
"Yes Sir!"
I was in absolutely no bargaining position so I had to take the little that
he was giving me and be happy for it. Perhaps I could make him change his
mind. Well one day in two month was much better than nothing.
“Now you can lick my ass!”
"Yes Sir!"
He moved his legs apart and I grabbed his bottom checks and pull them aside
so I could put my sharpen tongue to its work in the know-how-assignment.
But I didn’t know for how long time.
I could hear him moan in his pillow and after a while he was sleeping hard
and loudly.
My father had told me to stop and go to sleep myself when I was really sure
he was sleeping, but now I was under Jens command and he hadn’t said
anything about it. So I let my tongue keep going.
When my tongue went cramping or was too tired I moved in my lips and let
them kiss and massaging touching the opening. As soon as I could I let my
tongue start working again at its in-out-movements.
When I had my lips in kissing movements suddenly his hole let of in my
mouth. I managed to hold my breath and remembered myself that I was there
for his pleasure and satisfaction and I couldn’t allow myself to have any
opinion on that fart fact.
I looked at his radio clock and saw that it was only 19.58.
I had to prepare myself on the fact that I had to do this massage the whole
night and I would.
But I was lucky. He turned himself in the bed to his back instead so I must
stop. I could see his cock, it was sleeping and wondered if I should
start
to suck him instead, but I had got no order to do it, so I didn’t.
It was too early for me to sleep now but I crawled down to the floor and
lied huddled up on the mattress and pull the blanket over my naked body and
the pillow under my head.
I was so used to wake up at my fathers’ voice, now I must listen to Jens
voice instead and I must be on my alert.
“Diane!”
I could here my name shouted out in the half darkness and suddenly I realize
that Jens was calling for me.
I quickly rose to my feet and order position and waited up on my toes.
I could see him on his back in the bed with no pants but his shirt on and
his dick standing diagonally up in the air and waiting for me.
“Suck me!”
"Yes Sir!"
I throw my body over the bed and my head over his dick and started to suck
it. My body had performed this motion so many night times that it went
automatically.
It was as many times before: “Suck for sleep!” as soon as I was done with my
mission I could, after cleaning it, go back to sleep.
My head bobbed up and down over it and when he hit my skull I let the
motions be larger and took the dick down my throat and up. Down and up, down
and up…
My father had taught me two different ways to do DEEP.
ONE way: As I pressed my mouth over it and forced it down my throat. Then I
started to swallow and swallow so my gulping reflexes were massaging his
glans down there. But I needed air in my lungs so I
must be breathing after
3 to 5 minutes. My father had trained me well. And when I was getting air I
had to lick and massage it with my tongue and lips. His excitement must not
go down.
The SECOND way was. I make his dick very wet with my saliva. Stretched out
my tongue, as far out as at the doctors visit, and then I put his dick as
far back I could and exhale and pressed the dick down there and then
out and
caught it firmly with my lips around his glans. I was
learned to do ten
quick crossings and keeping my breathing all the time, then breathing in on
the tenth out motion, exhale again and then another trip and so on.
I was also able to lick at his scrotum when he was deep.
That last trick had cost me many lashes on my bottom to learn, but father
was a very persistent man and I was submissive. In the end I’ve learned it
and the tip of my tongue touched and tickles his scrotum every time it was
close enough.
For Jens I used the in-out-movement because it was better for me. And also
for him I presumed.
I could feel him spray his good tasting liquid from the deep of my throat
and up in my mouth cavity and down again. But this time he took hold of my
head in a steady grip, holding on my ears and he stayed deep until he had
empty out himself. By then I was groggy in lack of air.
There was no more sleeping for me and him. The time was 03.31 and he decided
that we stayed up for a while.
Jens sat down on the stool again and he had me, on my all four, to lick his
half awaked dick and scrotum and even in the groin on both sides, in that
order and then over and over again.
He started to instruct me of one of the ten obedience test for me.
Letting me still licking him he asked of me:
“Show me between your thumb and forefinger how much you think 5 centimeters
(2 inches) are.”
I looked up to his eyes and showed him my guess with my fingers, but my
tongue was still working. He accepted it as roughly 5 centimeters.
Under his instruction speech I had to lick him and only stop for my
confirmations and then continued with my tongue.
The first test of obedience.
“When I’m trying out how obedient you are you have to keep that measurement
in your head. You are going to spread your legs by moving one foot 5
centimeters further apart from the other for each blow by the CANE I
give
you on the back of your thigh. Then you will move your other foot likewise
and so on for every blow. The thigh of the leg that I give a blow is the one
you move. Do you understand so far girl? “
"Yes Sir!"
“As soon as I can I will let the blows hit the inside of your thighs and
that’s when the difficulties start for you. But you will keep moving 5
centimeters for every time I hit the inside of your thigh. Do you understand
me, girl? ”
"Yes Sir!"
“The most natural way to behave for a girl, who is taking blows at her
inside thigh, is to try to protect her sensitive inside by putting her legs
together.
But that reflex actions is not a privilege for you.
You must do the opposite to convince me of your totally obedience to me.
That obedience your father so proudly had announced. Now you have to live up
to it. Do I make myself clear, girl? ”
“Yes Sir”, I answered the almost same age boy.
And then I put my tongue to work again at his pleasure.
There was nothing else I could do. He owned I and he could do almost
anything to me and I must obey him to the letter, whatever comes up in his
cruel head.
I understood that this test would be difficult, but I had to take the test
and pass it with distinction. I must! He had also told me that there were
more tests to come.
“If you pass this test I have nine more for you and now in the morning we
will enjoy a little game of mine I call ‘Pig hunt’.
It is very exciting for the hunter; I and very frustrating for the naked
pig, you.
But now this first test. Do you follow me girl? “
"Yes Sir!"
End for now
//
There are more parts of this story, even if I myself find them too execrable
and revolting. I say it is completely madness of her father to let Jens
cruel mind be the absolute Master of the innocent seventeen y o girl. She
had absolutely no were to escape so she must obey him what ever comes up in
his twisted and sex starving head.
I must know if you are interesting in it as well, as a feedback for my
reading, correcting and rereading again and again, all in my translating
pace.
Cecilita
