 |
|||
|
|
At Daddy’s
mercy and beck and call part 9 of 14
Author: Cecilita
Email:
cecilitaSv70@hotmail.com
Story Code:
M/f, m/f, m+/f, Mc, inc, Mpover,
sub, slave girl, training, oral, hum, rom.
Diane is a
Danish girl, (in part 9) 17 y o, 170 cm (
As the recording
clerk in the girl group and in order to let you read it I have done this poor
translation to
G M L English. My try is perhaps good for you; otherwise you couldn’t read it at all,
assuming that you don’t speak Swedish or Danish.
Please
remember that this story is translated to a new form of English: The Global
Meeting Language, not Oxford English. It doesn’t always follow the grammatical
laws as long it is understandable for millions of people over the World.
Cecilita
DIANE:
I waited naked in the
kitchen and was eavesdropping when I heard Jens brag about my obedience to him
in front of Pelle in the living room.
I heard Pelle ask:
- Well buddy, it is up
to proof now, isn’t it?
- In a minute pal, I
just want to give you more to be skeptical about before I bring her in here as
my living proof. You know the pony-cart in the barn. I could easily have her
pull it naked at the upper fields where nobody goes this time of year. In the
same manners as those pony-girls we read about in the magazines, when we were
younger.
- Stop it buddy. She
is a little tiny one and you can’t expect her to pull that cart with you in it,
do you? Or are you just fantasying?
- No, not at all. The
wheel is well greased and she can easily pull it, but there is only room for
one in the seat, so either I do it alone tomorrow or we can bring her up there
in the morning and take turns with her pulling the cart. She is so obedient
that if I say pull, she pulls. A good whip and she will pull very hard. Just
think of it, she can’t escape the whip and you sit there just behind her and
have her hard working legs and butt muscles at your command. Whenever you want
more speed or more work from her muscles just hit her naked skin and she will
delivery. I remember that you thought of that when we fantasized about it times
ago. How you imagine yourself having a naked girlish body pulling you around at
your whim and how you was going to urge her to pull in your pace, having the
whip in your hand as an imperative argument. I also remember that you
fantasized about having her came to a halt when the sight of her naked body has
caused your erection, so she could work at it with her mouth.
- Yes, I did like that
unfair thought, but it is many years ago and I were only 12 and we were both
young and inexperienced.
//
I listen in the
kitchen and my tears streamed down my cheeks. But most of everything I felt
outraged because he was cheating my Daddy. He had told my Daddy that he was
seriously about marrying me and I know how important that was to my father. It
was so important that he let go of his secret of having me as his slave-girl
and permitted Jens to try me out. One doesn’t tell lies to Daddy. It was
completely impossible.
Jens had during the
whole time decided that he shouldn’t marry me. He was just having me as a
plaything, for his pleasure and fun for all those hours. I couldn’t warn my
father about the plot before it was too late, but I know that Daddy was going
to be raging mad against Jens, when he found out. I fear that Jens was going to
explain his refusal to Daddy by telling him that I had not been obedient enough
and that must be a whopper.
All my obedient
efforts and all I have had to go through were for nothing. I felt cheated as
well. He had used me and worse he was going to use me until tomorrow evening
and there was nothing, absolutely nothing, that I could do about it, more than
telling Daddy tomorrow, and letting Jens have it his way during my stay here.
All my strain and
suffered pain was for nothing. Still I must blindly follow Daddy’s orders until
he changed them. I knew that if I only obeyed Daddy he wouldn’t blame me in any
way. It had always been a clearing argument: “Daddy I just did as you told me!”
Therefore I still must
try to convince Jens that I was his best choice for an obedient wife and
slave-girl, no matter what. There was perhaps still a hope to make him change
his mind or perhaps I could make Pelle consider being
my husband if I really exert myself in my obedience. In that case I had to obey
the “wrong” person in the main time. Still I had no other options than to obey
and be as good slave-girl as possible to Jens. And in the main time knowing
that he had never considering to marry me, just to play with me and get all his
pleasure from me. How could I think of that when I was force to have his dick
in my mouth the whole night and sucking and pleasing him for all I’m worth?
I felt that I was
forced to give him the ultimate nice night. I just had to!
I didn’t know if Jens
understood that I had overheard their conversation or he had said all this to
make me exert myself to the utmost more for him. He had understood how blindly
obedient I was to my father. The door to the kitchen wasn’t closed. In that
case he would rather play hard to get, than a definitely NO WAY.
- DIANE, here!
My order trained body
had started run into him before I could think and I realize that when I passed
the kitchen door.
I tried to ignore Pelle’s eyes as I run into the room and stood naked in
order-position slantingly before Jens, to not stand between them. This quick
adjustment of my body was now automatically ever since my father in my early
teenage had corrected me. I felt it very right that a slave-girl must stand
close to her Master if he wanted to touch her, but at the same time never
blocking his view of anything, so slantingly felt just fine and was the right
way to act.
Suddenly I felt those
slave-girl signs burning. I haven’t thought much of the black leather collar
around my neck and the black leather fetters around my ankles and wrists, but
now it felt like they stood out in their whole importance. I was a slave girl.
I was owned by Jens for the moment. I knew it but I felt ignominious over the
fact that Pelle could see it now and in the same time
I felt ready to faint by the thought of what Jens could made me do before Pelle’s eyes. I also felt the leather fetters glared in the
room and that they together with my naked body took marked attention to itself.
When I felt Pelle’s eyes on my body I felt really naked though I had been naked in weeks now except for
the short walk up to Jens’s house. Mostly I didn’t think much of my nudeness as
it was a natural state for me, but now I did. I didn’t know why. Pelle must have
seen a naked girl before and we look all the same when we are in nude.
I had remembered to
smile and that could make Pelle believe that I
enjoyed all this as a game, but I must obey Jens order. I must not give him a
reason to use the cane on my unprotected skin unnecessarily. It was enough that
I knew that he could do it if he wanted to, but to give him a reason for it, no
way!
I saw that Jens had
put a blue thin dressing gown on, and I could still see the contour of his dick
through the material in the front.
My try to ignore Pelle’s eyes was in vain, in spite I had him to my right
side and a little behind. My breasts were lifted higher when my elbows must be
in level with the top of my head, as I’ve been taught. He stood so close that
he could just put his hand forwards and touch my right breast, if he wanted and
if it was allowed. I felt a little ashamed when I felt my nipples harden, they
shouldn’t and I hoped that it didn’t reveal my thoughts.
I had never been so
aware of my naked and uncovered body before, not even when Daddy showed my
naked body for Jens at his first visit in the house. No, this was different.
There was a special thing between Pelle and me,
though he was a bad boy and I was a good girl, or perhaps because of that
thrilling thought.
Now I had to
concentrate on my mission. I still had to convince Jens that….
- Yes Master!
I heard my voice
rasping and the thought of Pelle’s eyes on my naked
body were more and more capturing my mind. I felt that my cheeks were color up
in my shame.
- Here she is your
little innocent virgin and “running girl” and she is now converted to an
obedient slave-girl, who obeys my every command. Don’t you?
He turned his question
to me.
- Yes Master!
- “Yes Master, what?”
- Yes Master! I’ll
obey your every command, Sir!
- Good answer and good
girl. Is there any order that I can give you that you would refuse to obey,
girl?
The question seemed unfeasible
as I always did what I was told and knew that it wasn’t up to me to value an command. I just execute them with no other thought than
to do it as acceptable as possible.
- No Master,
absolutely none. I’ll do whatever you tell me to, Sir!
- And how good will
you do it?
I could feel in the
air that Master Jens really enjoyed the situation were he could boast of about
his power over me and that he loved to point it out in all its details. I was
at his mercy for those days and now he had my classmate to show it to. I had
nothing else to do than to obey his every command and I must not forget my mission,
to convince Jens that I would be his obedient wife, even if the situation had
changed for me and my odds were low, I must obey my Daddy and give it my very
best try.
- Master, I will do it
as good as I can, to make you satisfied with me, Sir!
- And if I’m not
satisfied with you, girl?
- Master, you have my fathers guarantee. You
can force me do it better for you by birching me and then let me do it again
until you are satisfied with my doing. I have only your standards and
satisfaction before my eyes. I have to convince you that I’ll be the best
slave-girl for you, Sir!
It comes naturally to
me to be humble and adaptable so
I tried to fill in
everything that I knew he wanted to hear and I could see in his smile that he
was pleased with my answers. I deliberately excluded “wife” as I knew that he
wasn’t interesting in me as his wife, but perhaps as his slave-girl. I also
knew that my father had marriage as an absolute demand. That meant for me to be
his wife yes, but also is slave-girl. Perhaps that could be a short cut for him
to have me as his slave-girl. A wife is promising in the church to obey and
honor her husband, so what is the different.
//
In all my life my
Daddy had trained me to be a good wife for my future and unknown husband and he
had also let me know how much of a wife’s nursing attention that a husband
needed – day and night.
In his training of me
during the years we played often that he had the role of my future husband that
needed nursing and attention day and night. He just had to pronounce a short
command word to cause promptly reaction from me to fulfill his wishes.
Sometimes he wanted me to address him Husband and not Master, Daddy or Sir.
One of his stage
directions was having me greeting him on my knees in the hall when he comes
home from work. I was naked of course - as always - and had my mouth invitingly
open for him. I remember how I longed for him to spray his liquid into my
mouth. It tasted so good.
He had prepared me for
its relish long before I tasted it the first time and my mind was prepared for
its nice flavor as like a prophecy that come true.
//
- What if I fuck you?
- Yes Master! Yes,
please Master! It is your decision and your agreement with Daddy. Please
Master!
- Are you willing to
be fucked?
- Yes Master! I have
no will, Sir, you own me now and I’m willing to do anything you say, but yes
Sir I’m very willing! My father has ordered me to obey any order from you, Sir.
Those
boy-language-words: “To be fucked” was rather new to me. Though I’ve heard from
the girls at school, that it was a very hurting business it was also the way to
catch Master Jens and to comply with my Daddy’s wish. I had to take that pain.
During my upbringing I
had learn to handle pain. When Daddy wanted to birch my bottom, to see my
bottom-checks turn red and my bottom muscles twitch in fear of next blow I had
learned to handle pain, or worse when I must have my legs apart and keep them
there and wasn’t able to protect my private parts and my inner tights from the
tops of the birch-twigs. I know what pain is, but I also know how to force my
thoughts out of the situation, as I in a mystery way observed the scene beside
my body – outside myself.
//
- Turn to Pelle. You will address him by Master Pelle
from now on.
- Yes Master!
I felt my nakedness
and vulnerability so strongly when I quickly turned to face Pelle,
still with my hands interlocked behind my neck. I couldn’t endure his eyes so I
lower my gaze to his chest, but I felt that his eyes searched all over my nude
and displayed body.
Immediately after I
had turned my body to face him I put my feet apart to show my private parts.
Not that I wished him to see it, but I’ve been taught to do so. That was the
order-position, hands behind my neck, elbows in level with the top of my head,
breasts out and my legs apart. Daddy had trained all that into my backbone.
Pelle smiled to me and I feared that it was my smile
that he returned. How could he know that I was ordered to smile all the time? I
was unsure of what to say to him, but I thought that a confirmation of his
Master-ship over me was the right thing to do. His eyes were at my breasts and
I again felt my nipples reacted as I felt them grow and be red. I was trained
to confirm a Masters authority.
- Yes Master Pelle!
In the same time as my
body behaved in its trained way I could feel shame in waves all over me. Pelle was my classmate, sitting just behind me in school.
Behind my back Jens
continued to ask me.
- Would you like to
fuck Pelle?
- Yes Master! Would
you be so kind, Master Pelle? Yes PLEASE!
Pelle watch me and asked, with a wrinkle up his
forehead:
- Would you really
want me to fuck you, knowing that it would mean that I must marry you and you
would be my wife and…. and my slave-girl?
- OH, Yes Master Pelle! Please, I would be a very good wife for you, Sir!
- And slave-girl too?
- OH, Yes Master, I
would be the best slave-girl you have ever wished for, Sir! But marriage is not
for me to decide, but my father, Master Pelle. And
now I’m here to convince my Master Jens that I will be a good and obedient wife
for him and slave-girl naturally.
I felt a peculiar
twist in my tummy when I heard my own voice pronounce the word “Master Pelle” to him, my classmate. Whenever I had seen him in
school I had been properly dressed, as he was now and now I stood before him
totally naked, with my arms raised and feet apart and felt completely vulnerable.
For a second I wished that I was allowed to take down my arms, but……
I could feel almost
painful stretches in the muscles that lifted my breasts, as my elbows must be
raised so high.
In the same time I
felt in my backbone that I wasn’t allowed to answer Pelle
so, knowing my fathers direct order that Jens was my owner, keeper and Master
those days. But after I had eavesdropped Jens intentions I took the risk of
giving Pelle a clear signal that I wanted him as my husband and Master, if Jens
didn’t want to have me. I hoped that Pelle took my insinuation
seriously. All the time I knew that I wasn’t in the position of offer him
anything, but if Jens didn’t wanted me….
Beside of that,
jealousy was not a strange feeling for me as I had felt it myself and I had
also seen it action in school when the girls used it to attract and trick boys.
If I had been allowed to turn to Jens I would apologies to him for being frank,
but I thought is was too late for that. He was given the power over me and I
know by now that he could be really cruel, and I also felt in my backbone that Pelle was less cruel, perhaps even a kind person inside. I
was sure that he would be a good and loving husband for his future bride.
When Pelle had those cruel and wild imaginings about
“pony-girls” he was a young boy. Who knows what’s going on in the brains of
young boys before they settle down, I thought to myself, in a forgiving state
of mind. Daddy had told me that a husband and Master always had the right to
set his own standards in his home and nobody could interfere. Whatever he
fancies, his wife had to accept and play along with him in it.
- Now, tell Pelle how good you are at fucking!
I didn’t dare to annoy
him by using my words so I gave him what he wanted, knowing that I had still to
apologize to him for being so frank to Pelle and
offering him myself as his wife, knowing that Master Jens had me here on
approval.
- Master Pelle, I’m very good to fuck and I will do my very best for
your pleasure. I will do anything for your pleasure, Sir!
How could I smilingly
say that I was “good to fuck”, when I was a virgin and they both knew that too?
It was a string of
words that my mouth was ordered to pronounce, that’s all.
- Tell Pelle how nice you suck a cock and lick an ass-hole?
- Master Pelle, when I’m ordered to suck a penis or to lick an anus
I do my very best, Sir!
- Tell him again and
use the right words, you fuck’n slut!
- Yes Master! Master Pelle, when I’m ordered to suck a cock or to lick an .. an ass hole I do my very
best, and never stop until I’m ordered to, Sir!
I felt very
uncomfortable saying those words, but I didn’t want to give Jens an extra
reason to punish me.
- Ask Pelle if he
want you to lick his ass-hole.
- Master Pelle, would you like me to lick your, your…. ass-hole?
- Do you want to do
it?
- Yes Master Pelle, if I’m ordered to do it, I would like to do that
very much for your pleasure, Sir.
Inside of me I felt
that I would do anything I was ordered to do. It was not a big deal and doing
it for Pelle, yes. All the time I knew that Jens
could order me to do whatever he liked me to do and I must perform at his will
anyway.
I had no limitations
and there was no room in my mind, at that time, to disobey any given order, it
was just to act and do it as good as possible. As soon as I understood the
order, that is.
- Now tell Pelle in details how you would do it for him. If he not
hears all the details I let you fetch the cane and you will have a meeting with
it. Let’s say your inner thighs will have a meeting with it. Well!
Both my Daddy and Jens
wanted me to lick their back-holes so my experience was that all men like me to lick them there for
their pleasures. So of course Pelle liked the same. I
feared the cane; it was a cutting and evil thing. Quickly I try to remember my actions at a
man’s anus and I knew that I must let the words flew. Details… I must give it
in all the shaming details, I must. I remember that sometimes it was harder to
keep the bottom muscles apart than to give the tongue massage.
Fearing the cane I
stood before Pelle, with my hands interlocked behind
my neck and smilingly perform my assignment. It was so evident that my forced
smile would give Pelle interpretation that I love to
do this and that I love to lick an anus, but what could I do?
I wouldn’t dare to
lose my smile for anything. I had put that clear and deep into my mind.
“Not the cane please”,
I heard a silent voice inside of me.
I must give him all the details and the “right” and most ugly words. This was
terrible, but I had to do it.
As in a nightmare I
heard my own voice articulate the words as my brain worked at high pressure to
produce and translate them to the boy-language. I remember all my trained
actions in details.
- Master Pelle, I will part your.. ass-cheeks with my
hands and sharpen my tongue and lick over your … ass-hole and around it. I will
tickle it and put a lot of saliva to make it soft and nice for you. Then I will
press my tongue into it and push it up and into your body, and then I’ll press
it in and pull out repeatedly.
I start to panic. Have
I been given all the details that Jens asked for, that he liked to hear?
The threat of the cane
on my unprotected inner thighs made me give up the little pride I had and give
him what he wanted.
- Master Pelle, then I take out my tongue for a moment and lick all
along and between your, your.. ass-cheeks,
slowly and ticklish and return to your ass-hole. I start by kissing it with my
lips and stick out my tongue and continue to lick around it, over it and then
sharpen my tongue to press it into your ass-hole and move it in and out in a
rapid speed. Then I ..
- That is enough for
now!
Thanks Heaven! Jens
broke off and continued:
- Well, would you like
Pelle to use your
ass-hole?
- Yes Master!
I answered
automatically and obediently as the question was asked, but I didn’t know what
he meant. I was all prepared to use my tongue in Pelle’s
hole if I was ordered to, but would he like to use his tongue at my anus. That
was the only way I could think of for him to use my exit-hole.
Did Jens really refer
to that Pelle would lick me bottom-hole? Jens was my
Master and could order me to do anything he liked, but could he also order Pelle?
- Ask Pelle if he would like to fuck your ass-hole!
-Yes Master! Master Pelle, would you like to fuck my ass-hole?
I carefully used the
“right words” for Jens, but I didn’t know exactly what I asked for. I was so
confused.
- Would you like me to
do that?
- Yes Master Pelle, if I’m ordered to, Yes Sir!
Now they were talking
a language that I only could guess the meaning of. My father had twice told me
to “fuck” his anus with my tongue and by that he meant the in-out-movement with
my tongue until I was told to stop.
The word “fuck” meant
that a boy put his penis into a girl’s vagina and moved it in-out, in-out,
in-out as if he couldn’t decide if he liked to stay or not. I had understood that in school, after Laura
had explained it to me. She had told me that it felt nice as Heaven, but two
other girls had said that it was Hell of pain.
Was it Heaven or Hell?
“Ass-hole” was anus,
in boy-language. Did Jens being serious about that Pelle
would like to put his tool into my anus? Why? It is an exit not a way in,
except for my tongue because men felt pleasure by its caressing movements.
Beside of that, there was no room for a penis to enter that tiny little hole.
I would definitely not
feel any pleasure from that odd place. Well, a slave-girl had no pleasure to
expect, more than when Daddy had ordered me to please myself in front of him. I
lived for those times and I hope for that my future husband allow me to
stimulate myself in that manner.
//
- No promises, but
I’ll see if I can arrange it so that you can fuck her ass-hole while she pulls
you in the cart tomorrow. Perhaps she could be bound so close to the cart seat that
you have her ass in your lap and she still pulls the cart for you. She will
have no way to escape more than the road you direct for her to run. Then you
will see how fast those skinny legs can move for you.
Wouldn’t you like that
girl?
-Yes Master.
It was the only answer
I could give.
- Be warned to not
pick the wrong holes at her rear end.
With a birch twig in
your hand she will perform any pace for you. Would you like that?
- Well… We’ll see
tomorrow.
I could hear in Pelle’s tone of voice that he didn’t like the idea to much.
- Now, do you want to
see your little shy “running girl” in action?
- Yes I will.
Jens looked at me and
ordered:
- SUCK!
It came suddenly
though I’d expected it or something to perform.
//
As a female I’m driven
by encouragement in my translating work.
/Cecilita
|
|
|