At Daddy's Mercy

At Daddy’s mercy, beck and call part 5 of 12

Diane’s own reflections.

I felt it as if my life, against my will, is forced to take a change. During
all my life I had lived with my Daddy and he had protected me from the “bad”
world out there.
In all, I have had a rather good life and I have had absolutely no worries
about anything.
In the beginning of his training of me I remember I had some small problems
to adjust, but quickly I learned how to please him.
When he was happy with me – I was happy.

It was an uncomplicated life, he simply told me what to do and I did it. I
didn’t need to think, plan or have any responsibility, just do as I was
told. In most ways it was a simple and easy life, to just obey.
I remember that when I had some small conflict with my own feeling of shame,
as when the young boy Jens saw me naked the first time, I asked myself,
“What is the right thing to do in my fathers’ eyes”.  Just to do what my
Daddy asked of me, as simple as that.

Now as an adult I can see that he lifted off all initiative from me and made
me be like an obedient robot, but it was a much secured life for me.

Many times a day he wanted to enjoy me tongue and my mouth and that was just
a little thing I could do to pay him back for all he had sacrificed for me.
I longed for it as much as I was taught that I was enjoying it and wanted
his liquid gift. It tasted so good, he told me. Father’s always right, you
know. I don’t know if it was a “placebo-effect” or not, but it really tasted
salty,  soft, spicy and good and I longed for it so much that I could barely
wait for next time.

Being his servant at home was just childish game for me, even when he
perhaps overdid it; it was still a game, a role-play.

I played my role as trustworthy as possible and he did his. I felt so proud
when he told me that I was a very well trained slave girl. I licked in to my
mind his praise and credit as if it was honey.

All that was my life and I was used to and wanted it that way, but now he
had turned it to a change. An innovation has a way to make me fear it.
The present is good but changes tomorrow are scaring. So I guess you can use
the adult words “development resistant” on me.

Since I was a little girl Daddy had said that he was going to train me to be
the super perfect wife for my future husband and it felt so far away in
time.

Now Daddy had decided that it was time for my examination days in Jens´
home. I had to do my very best and go thru with it with the highest mark
(grade). Even if Daddy hadn’t said it I knew that my father expected only
superlative from my young examiner Jens. I loved my Daddy so he must be
happy even if I had to be in pain.

But why pain? I was going to obey and do my very best. To obey was so very
easy for me.

But Jens´ words had outraged my heart, when he said that I was only going to
be his fuck-toy, an object, a sperm-sucker, a sperm-releasing-doll and
nothing more.

I had to be his living releasing-automat, which he could call when ever he
needed it.  Well, I was prepared to run to him at his call and do what ever
he ordered me to, but I felt so humiliated to be a reduced to a thing.

To be obedient had always made my life easy and it was the only way I knew.
To refuse to obey an order had never been an option for me. I could say I
didn’t know how to do it, so it is much easier to just do what one is told.
I had never in my life disobeyed an order.

When I got an order my body started to respond to it immediately. I knew
that was why my Daddy had trained me to comply at “lightning speed”, as he
calls it. No room for my own thoughts. Well, I had none, except for the
point where my nose was directed to.



Back at Jens house.

He said:
“When I try out how obedient you are, you have to keep the FIVE centimeters
measurement in your head. You are going to spread your legs by moving your
left foot 5 centimeters further apart for each blow by the cane I give you
on the back of your thigh. Then you will move your right foot likewise and
then the left foot again for next blow. You move that leg that gets the
blow. Do you understand so far girl? “

"Yes Sir!"

“As soon as I get space enough I will let the blows hit the inside of your
thighs and that’s when the difficulties start for you. Every time I hit the
inside of your thigh you will move that leg 5 centimeters away. Do you
understand me, girl? ”

"Yes Sir!"

“The most natural way to behave for a girl who is taking blows on her thigh,
is to try to protect the inside of her thigh by putting her legs together.
But that reflex action 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.

I didn’t like it but 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 sex occupied boy head.

I understood that this test should be difficult, but I had to take the test
and pass it with distinction. I just had to do it.

“If you pass this test I have some more tests 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.
Now we have first to do this test. Do you follow me girl? “

"Yes Sir!"

“You wait here and contemplate your near future fate. I’m going in to the
toilet and you should be happy that I have toilet paper in there. I’ll be
back.”

"Yes Sir!"

I wasn’t sure of what he meant by that, but I humbly confirmed it anyway. If
he meant that I had to run and fetch toilet paper for him, it was no effort
for me. So why should I be happy about that?

I was standing in the order position and I put my tongue out – in and out –
in, as he had instructed me. He went away and left me alone, but I had no
guarantee that he   couldn’t observe me so I let my tongue move all the
time, even when he was out of my sight.

I must say that had no initiative impulse in my mind that could make me stop
moving my tongue, when I was ordered to move it.
Daddy had crushed any tiny attempt to take an initiative.

Though it felt strange to be standing here naked and alone and do it. It
felt like I was licking the air. I must be the absolute obedient girl Jens
wanted, to convince him to choose me as his future wife and slave girl.
Anyway it is always easier to just obey and having no worries in my mind
instead of disobeying and get caught. So I told my self that instead of
pondering over if he could see me or not, I had just do as he said.

With my tongue flicking out and in I started to think about my situation.

I felt as a un-person in his present after he told me his view of me as a
sperm-sucker, sperm-receptacle and sperm-releasing-doll - just as an object!
I knew now that it was sperm that a man sprayed into the mouth from his tool
(dick/cock). I hadn’t connected it to babies yet, but as a liquid gift from
the man to me for doing a good massage job.
It sounds childish, I know, but that was what I interpreted it to be in my
early Seventeenth.


Submission test one:

Master Jens told me to fetch the cane in the kitchen and I harried a way to
get it for him. During my run I almost felt him hitting my moving thighs
with it. I must obey him and handed it over to him, when he wanted it or
what else he wanted.

I hurled myself before him and handed obediently and respectfully over the
cane to him, even knowing how he wanted to use it. Master Jens took it and
held it in his hand. He was looking in to my eyes in my kneeling position
and I felt his overwhelming power over me. I felt that I could read in his
eyes that he was searching for my response for his power over me, in my
eyes. I have seen it before.

I rose to my feet and put myself in the perfect order positions with my
tongue out, but not moving. To really submit my body to him I felt I must
confirm it vocally as well and said:

"Yes Sir! The body of your slave-girl is at your disposal and command, Sir!"

It was so obvious that he search for my total submission to him. That was
also the fact. My naked body was there for him, to do with what he wanted.
Mostly I didn’t even think of it as MY body, more as something that belonged
to my father and now to him.

My Daddy had trained me to think that my body only was for his use. But I
felt strongly that my father loved me and “his” body. He very often showed
me that he did, by having me waiting in an arm length from him so he could
reach out his hand an feel me when ever he felt for it. That was very often.
He loved to feel and caress my body sometime in an absent-minded way, when
he watch TV or read a book. In the way I now (as adult) know you could do
with a pet. I was often sitting naked in the sofa beside him so he could
have my obedient body near himself. To feel, stroke and touch. I often
adjust my body-position for it to be within easy reach for him.

Sometime my father had me lying so he could very lightly tap my bottom with
his hand when he watches TV. I didn’t hurt at all, only felt nice and I knew
I cared for me.

//

Now I heard Jens approaching me.  In spite of all my shivering fear of him
and what his cruel boy-mind could come up with, I also felt a nice tickling
feeling in my belly. I tried to reject that feeling because it shouldn’t be
there, but it was. In a twisted way I felt more comfortable in my fear for
what he could do to me, than I like the thought of it. It felt like my fear
was living its own life and tickling me in a fanny way.

“You now know how much 5 centimeters (2 inches) are. I want you to bend
forwards by your waist with you legs together in the start position and put
your palms on the desk before you and for every blow I give your thigh you
should move that leg 5 centimeters away from the other leg!”

"Yes Sir!"

Of cause he wasn’t asking me if I like to do it, just ordered me to do it.
Even if he had asked me if I wanted to do it as a test for my obedience I
would felt my arms twisted to reply a YES SIR. That was the answer that was
expected from me and I knew my father also wanted to hear.

I positioned my body in the instructed pose and waited in fear for his first
blow.

He held the cane in his right hand and tried it in the air and I felt a bad
shivering in my body. My naked body was so vulnerable and exposed.

So he hit my right thigh, I think, just 15 centimeters (6 inches) below my
buttocks.

“Ouch! One, Sir!”

I couldn’t stop my mouth but I obediently move that leg.

He moved behind me to my other side and gave me his next blow, but now on my
left thigh.

“Ow! Two, Sir!”

It hurt a lot but I fear more for the coming blows on the inside of my
thighs. I moved my leg.

Sadistically slowly, as in slow motion, he moved over to my left side again
and I looked back at him. I could see a ruthless sneer in his face and that
his eyes were fixed to my thighs.

Cruelly he let me wait for next blow and I felt the waiting was making my
brain convulse.

Jens aimed with the cane in the air over my right thigh, first without of
hitting it. I didn’t know that so I tensed my muscles and so he hit me.

“Ouch! Three Sir!”

It hurt so much but I move my foot 5 centimeters further out as ordered.

He moved behind me over to the other side and soon I felt his fourth blow on
my left thigh and I moved my leg.
I think he missed because it didn’t hurt that much.

“Four, Sir!”

//

After eight blows I had my feet 40 centimeters apart and then he began to
hit the inside of my left thigh from underneath slantingly upwards and I
felt a stinging pain at the place.

“Nine, Sir!”

I had to procure all my willpower to move my leg apart and not together. I
felt so vulnerable, so exposed but I did as he had instructed me and waited
for his next blow on my other thigh.

It came almost immediately and I manage to move even that leg apart with a:

“Ouch! Ten, Sir!”

//

“Now girl remember exactly where you have your two feet. You are going to
move in a minute and when you came back I want your feet at the same
positions. I know where they are. Do you understand girl?”

"Yes Sir!"

“Kneel in front of me and suck me. You have caused a large tension in my
loins and so it is up to you to release what you have caused.”

"Yes Sir!"

I looked down to see where my feet were and moved and throw myself on my
knees in front of him and caught his cock in my mouth and started to
stimulate him with my tongue and lips.

He held the cane in his right hand all the time and tapped me lightly on my
back with it. I let my tongue and lips work for him to make it as enjoyable
as possible for him. But not for the tapping, it was much more for my pride
of doing this and keeping my position as “The best cocksucker in the world”,
as my father called me.

It took me just a minute to entice him to spray his liquid into my open
mouth and I swallow it obediently.
And this kind of liquid tasted good, as my father had ensured me.
If I allow myself to compare it Jens semen tasted stronger than my fathers
did, but was also good-tasting.


//


“Go back to your position, girl!”

"Yes Sir!"

I quickly rose to my feet, turned and bend over the desk again. I knew
exactly were to put my feet.
And with my feet 50 centimeters apart it must be easier for him to hit the
inside of my thighs. The muscles in my legs wanted to protect my thighs by
pull my legs together but I had to stop every reflex in that direction.

I took blow after blow and all the time I put my feet more apart. The skin
on the insides of my thighs burned in a smarting pain but I overcome its
demands to disobey my temporary Master.

The hurt from the muscles on the inside of my thighs was worse then anything
and increased for every two inches I moved my leg apart from the other.
Sometime it was even worse than the blows themselves.
I have to harden my mind to voluntarily take a new blow on the already
burning skin.

When I had 120 centimeters (47, 2 inches) space between my feet and the
muscles on the insides of my thighs been hurting from stretching as well as
from the blows, he decided that it was enough and he stopped his hurting
test.

“You did very well! I’m sure that you wouldn’t break it even if I continue.
Good girl!”

He put his hand between my bottom cheeks and I could fell his finger poke on
my anus.
I stood still and so it left my anus and started to tamper with my lower
lips. They gave him no resistance and let the finger slip inside my vagina.
It was his now, to do with as he please.

“Stand up!”

I rose to order position and my tongue was still as I obediently watch him
for next order.

“I’m a bit tired so I will go to bed and sleep for an hour or two.”

Jens went over to his bed and took of his skirt and socks. Naked he lay down
on his back. I could see his cock standing hard and waiting for me, but I
had to wait for his order. It was often hard, more often then I was used to.

“Suck me off!”

"Yes Sir!"

Quickly I moved over to him from the foot side of the bed and bended over
and took his tool (cock) in my mouth and started to suck him. First I moved
his foreskin back with my lips as I was taught to do and then I U-formed my
tongue and let it press up against the underside of his glans.
I moved my tongue forward and back and forced it out between my under lip
and his tool (cock). The pressure of my lower lips helped me to press my
tongue up against his glans as I moved it. My lips embrace his cock as well
and I started the suction. I knew that a lot of saliva makes the friction
and the massage soft, warm and wet.

I could hear him moan and suddenly he sprayed his liquid in my mouth and I
collected it and swallowed. But I didn’t let my tongue and suction rest.

Daddy had told me that I must slow down my movement when the cock stopped
spraying and so I did. I swallowed the rest he left in my mouth.

But it didn’t slacken so I held it in my mouth and started moves my tongue
again. I knew I had to do it all over again, but slowly I started to
understand that this was the natural way for Jens, to spray twice.

Now he hit the top of my head and I let out the air in my lungs and forced
his cock all the way down my throat, and then up and down. I had already
learned his pace so I keep that. Up and down I bobbed my head over his dick
and I went down as far as I could with my nose and lips flat to his pubic
hairs and twisted my head to get it further down.

So he sprayed the second time and I swallowed as the only way for me to
handle his liquid gift. Never in my life I had done anything else than
swallowed the liquid gift.
Very carefully I moved my tongue over his glans, as if I wanted to ask it if
he wanted me to do it again. But I felt that it had lost its interest of me
and was slackening and going to sleep.

“Keep it in your mouth and follow me. I’m going to turn to my side.”

There was no way to both obey him and also give him my "Yes Sir!" so I just
followed him as he turned.

He turned against me and lay on his side. Move his pillow and shut his eyes
and then said:

“OK. Keep it in your mouth until I ´m sleeping. Then you remove your mouth
and put the comforter (cover) over me and go to sleep.  I will wake you up
if I will have a wet dream.”

Again I couldn’t confirm with a "Yes Sir!" so I just kept it in my mouth and
to confirm him I nodded my head.
With his tool (cock) all the time in my mouth I moved my body to the floor
beside of his bed and kneel there.

Then, from time to time, I let my tongue stroke gently over his glans in my
silent question: “Shall I do it again?” I really wanted to do it as often as
I could because I knew he liked it and it was no effort at all for me. My
mouth did it almost automatically, as soon as I started the movements.

I was kneeling beside of his bed, with my chin resting on his sheet and with
his cock (dick) in my mouth and I started to think. I came to think of a
comforter (pacifier) and liked to handle it like that. It was nice to slowly
suckle on it as it was soft, small and sleeping.

I thought that I had done well so far. He was not as bad as a Master after
all. I was used to a demanding and strict Master and Jens was easy to
follow. He gave me clear and straight orders to follow. The only bad thing
for me was his view of me as a thing, an object, but I had to live with
that. Being without of love was the most difficult thing for me.
So I must try to find love in his using of my body. He must like me if he
used me for his pleasure. Perhaps he even could let love crow in him if I
only gave him as much pleasure as I possible could.
In a naïve thought I believed that if a girl’s body gives you maximal of
pleasure in 24/7-life you are bound to first like it and then to love it.

He was sleeping and I tested it by touching his glans with my tongue in soft
and wet movement, but didn’t get any respond so I assumed he was sleeping. I
let it out of my mouth and crawled over to my mattress and huddle up.

//

“Diane!”

I heard his voice calling me and sprang up and order position with my tongue
moving out and in.

"Yes Sir!"

He rose from his bed and ordered:

“Bathroom!”


"Yes Sir!"

I run out to the corridor and open the door to the bathroom and went in and
order position with my tongue out and still.

He came naked in to the room and looked all over at my naked body, but I
didn’t dare to do the same.

“Adjust the warm water for my shower, girl!”

"Yes Sir!"

I run over to the shower and open the taps (faucets) to prepare his shower.

“Now you take the sponge and rub me over with soap. I like to feel how you
feel standing in this position.”

He raised his arms and put his hand behind his neck to imitate the “order
position” and I did as he ordered me.

I let the sponge in my hand slide over his naked body, knowing were his
interesting part were. He took hold of the hand-shower and let the warm and
nice water sprinkle over his backside when I worked at his front and vice
versa.

In a loving way I let both the sponge and my free hand slide over his soft
skin, feeling his breast, stomach, tights, knees, shin-bone and feet. As in
shyness I hurried past his member, (dick/cock) that stood in attention. I
washed it, but quickly in my way past.
I wanted to touch it, even with my lips but I needed an order to do anything
more to it. He was my Master now. Still I felt in a different way now when I
didn’t work my mouth on it.

So he turned his backside to me and I felt my tights burn, sting and hurt
when the hot water touches them.
No wonder after the treatment they had got with the cane.

I took the soap and started to sponge his back, shoulders and waist. Then I
kneel and sponge his behind, thighs, calves and heels. The warm water
splashed at my body as well, but I was too occupied to notice.

Then he let the hot water wash away the soap soap-lather. Jens snapped his
finger TWICE and I, in almost one movement, parted his buttock muscles with
my hands, sharpen my tongue let it bore into his anus in the way he had
accepted before. He bended forwards at his waist to give me better access to
his delicate body-place, but for his own pleasure.

After I had kneeled behind him and worked at his bottom with my tongue in
close to 15 minutes he ordered me to touch his member (dick/cock) with my
hands and massage it.

Suddenly he snapped his fingers ONCE and I rose to my feet and hurried
around him to take his tool (dick/cock) in my mouth and finish him of.  As
soon as I had my lips around his member he let it spray in my mouth and I
swallowed it eagerly. His tool (dick/cock) went soft directly and I clean it
dutiful with my tongue and lips.

He signed for me to stand up and I took the order position immediately. I
didn’t remember what I did last time, so I moved my tongue out and in for
him, but I tasted his liquid left in my mouth when I did it.

He let me move closer to the wall in the shower and open the water for the
hand-shower. I felt that it was freezing cold when he directed the jet to
hit my body. I understood that hot water was for Masters and cold for slave
girls.
I shivered in whole my body as the cold water hit my skin and shivered with
cold, but I smiled as he wanted me to. My teeth chattered, but I smiled.

I stood obediently in order position all the time he sponged me all over my
body. In contrary to me, who must wait for order, he could give my private
part all the time he needed.
It smarted badly in my genitals when he brought the soap there. I was very
careful to stand still and let him do what he wanted. He was the Master over
me and my body now and that was it. I’m sure he didn’t know the soap made my
genitals smarted; he got no react on it. Instead he saw my naked, smiling
and obedient body standing at his disposal, free to do what he wanted with.

He had me down on all four and let his soaped hand follow the trace on my
thighs after his cane. It hurt so much but to show him my obedience I
spontaneously move my legs further apart.

So he finished by washing me all over with cold water and he didn’t care
that I was freezing. That he could see and I got a feeling that he enjoyed
it.

I had to dry him with a towel and then, when he was done, me with the used
and wet towel.


//

As a promise to Diane I will translate the rest in my own pace. But only it
I find that there is interest for her story out there in the cyberspace,
else I will use my eyes, fingers and mind for better.

Your opinion is always valuable, but if you keep it to yourself it will be a
sleeping knowledge – dead for the World.
So you had to disseminate it, to keep it living and useful to other minds.

If you are nice to others they will be nice to you!
Cecilita