Overbearing Parents

“What are you doing?”

The words made my heart stop.  “I uh…um”

Without me realizing it, mom had walked up behind me while I was online in a chat room…talking with a stranger about kinky sex.

My mother was average height and build, with premed Farah Fawcett type hair.  She wore flannel pajamas and a silk rope.  I, on the other hand, had hair that reached half all the way down my back.  Enough to be able to sit on it, and was still growing.  My mom had hell convincing me to let her trim it.  Oh both parents HATED my long hair.  To them, all female hair should be a little past the shoulders at longest, and EVERYONE should have bangs.  Pixie cuts were too short and boyish, but long hair looked “hippieish” and un-kept.  My mother had had the same hair cut and style for as long as I could remember.  My father loved the look on her, so I guess she just never felt a need to change.  I was in a short black skirt, all covered in chains zippers, and a black cami.

I’d suspected I was different in a few ways for a while, but had never had any way to explore until getting an AOL account of my own in middle school.   So, be it stupidity or curiosity or youth or sex drive…or all of the above, one of my hobbies was to go online, go into chat rooms, and feel around to see if anyone else was different.  It started out fairly innocent.  Just going into chat rooms to see if anyone liked the same music, or TV shows.   Eventually I realized it was a way to say “HEY I think I’m kinky, but I have no idea what the hell I’m doing…someone throw me a rope?  Some chains?  Something?”  but without the risk of outing myself in the real world

…until now.

I closed the window. 

“Oh, its too late, I already saw it.” 

shit my face burned.  How much did she see?

“I saw everything.  Is this a game to you?”  My mother glared at me, somewhere between concern and sheer rage.

“no”

“Do you realize how DANGEROUS fishing around online for SEX is?”

“Its not the sex Mom it-“ I answered as quickly as I could.

“Oh its not?  You like the idea of being beaten then?”

“Well..”  Not able to come up with a way out soon enough I answered “I don’t know….maybe?”

“Oh really?”  She stared.  I couldn’t read her facial expression.  I couldn’t think of anything to say.  All I could do was sit and stare back.  She walked away.

Oh god, she’s going to tell Dad.  Oh god….

I listened quietly in the other room for a sign.  Maybe she wasn’t going to tell dad…maybe she would let it go? 

“COME HERE”

damn.

I willed myself to move from the computer chair and toward their bedroom.  Dad had been in bed reading, Mom had come to the kitchen to get something. I walked into the bedroom to face Mom and Dad, now sitting, both staring at me.  Dad looked very angry.

“Do you have any idea what you’re getting yourself into?”  Dad asked very sternly.

How much had she told him….how long had she been standing there reading?

“I’ve done some reading…” I answered and Dad let out a quick laugh that was more of a sigh.

“Do you think this is what you want?” 

Unsure of how to answer the question I started back at him boldly.  I KNEW what I wanted.  Who was he to-

“ANSWER ME.  Do you want to be beaten?  Tied down?  Used?” 

“Yes” The answer sounded a little more desirous than I’d intended it to.  I’d intended to sound sure of myself and hard.

Dad rose from his bed and bounded over toward me.  He grabbed me by the hair and bent me over the bed.  His hand hit my ass hard and completely caught me off guard.  I yelped.  My father had NEVER hit me before.  My ass stung just a bit, but I was so stunned I couldn’t do anything but stay there.  Out of nowhere something that hurt much more was tearing away at my rear end.  I yelped again.  I turned and tried to clamor away. 

“Oh no you don’t.  If this is what you want, this is what you’ll get.”  His grip on my hair was good. 

A very strange mix of feelings washed over me.  Was I in trouble?  This felt scary as hell…but part of me liked it.  The stinging stopped but my father’s grip was still there.  Something appeared in front of my face.

“Do you know what this is?”  Dad asked.

I studied it for a while.  It was a fairly long, thick piece of bamboo.

“….bamboo?”  I answered quietly.

The bamboo hit my ass again.  Dear GOD did that sting.  I wanted to squirm away, but the after sensation was so sweet…a warm, tingly feeling. 

“Yes, and?”

I hesitated. “A cane?”

His cane collided with my ass again, and I let out another yelp.

“That is correct.”  He was still angry, but there was something else in his voice “If you’re going to do this, you’re going to do it right.” 

By this point I was thoroughly confused. Could he possibly mean what I thought?

“The internet is full of people that will give you terrible information”  The bamboo cane hit my ass while he paused.  “Not to mention, advertising yourself as kinky like that could have gotten you kidnapped, or WORSE.”  Another hard strike shocked me. 

“For THAT you WILL be punished. Haven’t we taught you better than to fish online for some person that will abuse you?”

A final cane strike, harder than all the rest, stung my ass.  I felt my skirt get pulled down, and somehow my face managed to burn more.  I felt mom putting something on my wrists-- shackles.

“Wait…what -?” I was dumbfounded.

“Your mother and I have been kinky for many, many years.  Before you were around. “  He explained, “If you’re going to do this, you’re going to do it RIGHT.” 

He pulled me by the hair to their closet.  Lo and behold, behind a rack of clothes was another door.  Behind that door was a stairwell downward. 

“Holy shit” I murmured.  A HARD slap made my face burn.

“I KNOW you know better than to use language like that.”

He led me downward.  At the bottom of the stairwell was a room, a deep red carpet covered the dark hardwood floor.  There was an X shaped cross, a bench that was more like a bed with ties and no pillows or blankets, a few couches, more floggers, whips, paddles and canes than I could count, and a whole slew of other implements, some which I knew, some I didn’t.

“Your in for a long night young lady”

Still with a firm grip on my hair, he led me over to the cross.  My mother put shackles on my ankles now as well.  They were soft and warm.  Even nervous and unsure as hell what was about to happen they were somehow strangely comforting.

He jerked my wrists onto the cross. 

“Tonight, you are going to begin to learn how to be a good slave, seeing as you’ve decided that is what you want.”

“What?” I turned around. 

My mother came at me with a blindfold.  I tried to resist, but every time I shook my head my father wacked my ass HARD with the bamboo cane. 

“You WILL follow directions.  Blindfold on bitch!”

After a third swat I stayed still and allowed them to put the blindfold on. 

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll follow every order tonight and not embarrass me in front of my guests”

“GUESTS?” my face burned and I found myself struggling against the restraints.

“Oh yes, you’re going to make yourself good for something other than using up internet bandwidth.  We’re going to make sure you’re well punished for flouncing around online like that, and being dangerous.”

I heard the door close and someone go back up the stairs.  I desperately wanted to see.

“I’m going to start breaking you now bitch slave.”

I felt him touch my wrists and press his body up against mine.  He whispered to me

“You displease me once, I’ll correct you.  Much more than that, there will be real punishments, displease me too much….you’ll be sorry we ever birthed you.  Understand?”

I felt complete and utter shock at everything that was happening.  All I could bring myself to do was nod and say “uh huh”.

A SHARP sting hit my back.  Even through the cami and bra I was wearing it burned.  I felt him undo me from the cross. 

“You say ‘Yes Sir’ and ‘No Sir’ when answering me.  Now, take your clothes off.”

I slipped off my cami and hesitated a bit.  When was the last time my father had seen me naked?  A sharp sting hit my back again. 

“Come on slave”

I undid my bra and took off my panties a little faster than I’d expected to be able to.  My father grabbed my panties and shoved them into my mouth, and then with something slick and plastic bound them into place. 

“You will be allowed to talk again when I feel you’ve earned it.  Until then, shake and nod.”

I nodded reluctantly.  He took my wrists and guided me to a table- the one I’d seen before with the ties on it I was guessing.  The vinyl was cold as he laid me down on it and tied me in place.  There was care, but also strictness in his touch.   Not long after I was tied in place I heard someone, I was guessing Mom, come back down the stairs…with more footsteps.

Oh god…who did they invite?

Hushed whispers stopped as people entered the room.  I heard my father’s voice:

“Our dear daughter has decided she wants to be kinky.  A slave in fact.  So much that she went online and tried to find someone in a CHAT ROOM to guide her.”  A collection of groans and gasps filled the air.

“So, instead of our previous plans, tonight we’re going to be punishing her and beginning to train her.”

This time I heard quiet, pleased and eager laughter.  I shifted a bit against the restraints.  Yes, they were on tight and I wasn’t going anywhere.

“First of all, since you seem to want so much attention, I think we’ll give it to you.”

There must have been some sort of visual cue I didn’t see, or discussion I didn’t hear.  I felt people gathered around me, and was horrified at the thought of god-knows-who seeing my naked body.  My horror intensified as I felt a strange hand grope my breast.  I froze.  Then I felt a thud on my inner thigh.  I jumped and yelped.  The thud happened again, and then a sting on my right breast.  Soon there were hands and pain, and thuds in so many places that I had trouble pinpointing them all.  I felt hands on my breasts, my inner thighs, some traveling up to play with my pussy.  I tried to close my legs, but every time I did, something hit my inner thigh HARD.  A finger entered my mouth to explore it, around my gums under my tongue.  One hand reached under me and groped my ass. Good GOD how many people were here?  I struggled for what felt like forever, until finally I sunk into the table and started FEELING things.  The sensations hurt, but they were followed by a wonderful warm feeling.  The hands were strange, but the more I let myself sink, the better they felt.  I started to feel warm and lightheaded. 

“Before anymore, I think we should make her earn her keep”  My father’s voice said.

I wondered what he meant. 

“You’re getting all this attention, YOU need to learn to serve others, even if its difficult.”

I nodded and started to take off the blindfold.  “NO” said his detached voice.  “THAT stays on, understand?” 

I shook my head.  No, how was that possible?  What reason could he give me?

I felt a sharp pain on the sides of my ass.  Okay…maybe that’s a good reason.   He continued to hit me, and I continued to get more and more frustrated.  HOW is this possible??!!

I ripped the underwear out of my mouth.  “How the hell am I supposed to get upstairs, then back down to a room I JUST learned had been part of our house with a tray full of glasses?” I bursted.

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO TALK”

A hand reached into my hair and forced me to the ground.  Are all these people watching me?  Dear god this is embarrassing.  My hands finally found the wall, and I skimmed it until I found the door.  Ah HAH! I felt more accomplished in that task then I had in anything in a long time.  It felt wonderful.  Okay, I can do this.  I crawled my way up the stairs and found the kitchen.  Shit…how many people were there?  I struggled to remember how many pairs of hands there were, then to figure out where a tray was to put all of these glasses on, then walked slowly with my back against the wall all the way to my parent’s room.  Why don’t you just take the goddamned thing off.? He can’t see you.  I contemplated this thought, then remembered the sharp pains distributed earlier.  Eh…just to be safe…

Miraculously, I managed to make it to the bottom with the tray of glasses, without spilling any of them.  I brought them into the room with what I’m sure was a smug smile.

“Good, now, lay on the ground” Said my father.

I groaned.  Suddenly everything in the room felt still.  I felt my Father bounding toward me. 

“I am sick of your SHITY attitude”

“You’re making unreasonable requests” I blurted back.  There was a pause. 

“First of all, they are not requests, they are orders. You WILL learn the difference.  Second off, I warned you not to embarrass me in front of my guests.”

He threw me to the ground and kicked me.  I was horrified.  The kick wasn’t hard, but it hurt deeper than any physical pain.  He drug me to a corner and screamed “sit, mouth open”

The demand was so loud, I did.  Soon, I felt a warm salty liquid run all over me.  My face, hair, body dripped.  I tasted it. 

“Do you know what that is?”  My father said. 

“No….Sir.” I answered reluctantly. 

“Its my piss.  THAT is what I think of you and your shitty attitude right now.  You are worth no more than the piss on the floor.  You’ve spent all these years thinking of no one but yourself.  I want you to see it, think about it, say it.”  My father lectured.

“Think about all the times we drove you places, and went to shows, and were there for you when you wined.  Then think about all the times your room was a MESS, all the times you talked back, the way you’ve dressed and acted in return.  What a selfish FUCKING BITCH!” He screamed. 

As I thought about it, he was absolutely right.  This moment, my room was a mess, I was doing the minimum to get by in school, and I had been whining about not being able to hang out with my friends enough.  I whined about doing chores, and helping out.  A wave of pain from the inside out hit me, and I sobbed.

“You see it don’t you?”  He asked firmly.

I did, but I didn’t want to believe it.  I didn’t answer. 

“Fine”  He said “Then you will serve as what you are.” 

I felt someone else starting to piss on me.  Then a hand grabbed me by the hair and held my face up.  I felt someone SPIT in my face.  I was DISGUSTED…and yet at the same time, all the guilt, all the hurt I felt from the past years…I felt I deserved it.

Another person peed on me, holding my mouth open this time.  I pushed the liquid out, denying it. 

“SWALLOW BITCH”  A strange voice said.

It was the hardest thing I’d ever done, but I swallowed.

“Now sit there in your filth and think about what you’ve done.”  My father said.

Over what felt like the next few hours I sat, and thought, and cried and shivered.  I thought about all the shitty things I’d done.  The time my mom went through cancer and I was so selfish as to feel jealous at all the attention she was getting…and oh god how much I’d whined.

I felt a cold rush of water.  I yelped.  Sharp bristles covered my body.  The pain and cold awoke me.

“I will not have you making a mess of my house.”  My father said, just as stern.

My father grabbed me by the hair again and dragged me across the room.  I was no longer fighting outwardly, but there was the urge to fight inside.  Again I found myself bound to the cross, only this time, face forward.  The blindfold came off.  The light, though dim, felt blinding.  Eventually my vision cleared and I saw just how furious my father was, as well as a room full of people I didn’t know, some male, some female, most completely naked.  There were 10, other than my parents.  He looked over at my Mother.

“Go get ALL of her clothing”  He told my mother, without giving me a second glance.

Without a word she left, and came back shortly with a large box of all of my precious clothes.  My Father reached in and picked up a shirt, one I’d gotten at a concert and wore frequently.  He ripped it apart, cold and heartlessly. 

“Follow my directions, and I MIGHT let you keep some of this.  Your attitude, the way you dress, and the way you look is going to change right now.”  He demanded. 

Tears ran down my cheeks. I loved that shirt.

“You want to save the rest?”

I thought for a moment.  This is what I’d said I’d wanted, and I’d gotten it.  I was interested in D/s and slavery, and here it was, right under my nose the whole time.  I nodded my head. 

“Good” my father said. 

He took me down and sat me in a chair.  It seems stupid to feel this way about a shirt, but what had just happened made me empty.   Then again it wasn’t just the shirt.  It was everything about the old me.  It was all about to go.

He and my Mother chatted quietly for a moment, then my Mother approached me with her hair cutting supplies.  I looked up at her, doe-eyed.

“Physical change is part of the change inside” She said.

I nodded and stared blankly at the wall ahead.  I felt empty, but at the same time…like there was space for things that were so much better than what had been there before.  I felt scared, but completely safe and surrounded with love.  I trusted that everything they did would be for my best interest, even though it was what they wanted.  Everyone else had taken seats with their water around the room on couches, benches and the floor.  I heard the shink of sissors and watched my soft golden locks fall to the ground.  My hair, once half way down my back, was now just at my shoulders.  I also had bangs that framed my face- something I was never fond of, but seemed okay now. 

During this time my Father had been digging through my clothes.  Several outfits laid in a pile, with a few off to one side.  My Father pointed to the smaller of the two piles. 

“That is what you’re allowed to wear now.”  He told me.  “take the rest and put it in garbage bags.  I don’t want to see it again. “

Looking around I suddenly felt really embarrassed I’d acted so childish and bratty in front of everyone before.  I went upstairs to get a few garbage bags, and returned downstairs.  While I was putting clothes into the bags I noticed others had started playing.  Some groping and kissing, some doing different types of beating.  I was enthralled with it all.  Everything hurt mentally and physically, but somehow also felt like things were getting better.   I slumped upstairs with the garbage bags and walked them to the dump.  I stood there for a while, after throwing them away.  I have a choice.  I can run, go somewhere else…or I can go back inside and be a slave.  This choice felt like it would determine how things would play out for the rest of my life.  After thinking for a few minutes, I straightened up, and walked back inside.

“Good girl”.  My Mother smiled and hugged me as I walked back into the room.  “We have a treat for you now.”

Again, she bound me to the table- it was wide and low enough that it was almost like a bed, just without pillows or blankets.  She held up the blindfold as if to ask if I wanted it again. I thought for a moment, and nodded.  No sooner was I blind again, than a stranger’s hand reached into me.  I tensed for a bit, then let it happen. 

“Oh yes, she’s enjoying”  I heard her say with a lighthearted smile.  I was dripping between my legs.  What the fuck? How was I so wet?

I felt something vibrating against my inner thigh, creeping toward my pussy.  Slowly, closer and closer.  A pair of hands spread my pussy lips open while the vibrator danced on my clit.  I moaned and my back arched.  That felt INCREDIBLE.  I felt it work its way inside of me and moaned more.

“You need to ask permission before you cum if you’re going to be a good slave.  Do you want to be a good slave?”

I nodded. 

“gooood.”

The vibrator went faster and faster and I panted and writhed, completely loosing myself.  My whole body tingled and I reveled in the pleasure. 

“Oh god, may I please-“

Before I could even finish the sentence the vibrator left my pussy.  I groaned and writhed.  I WAS SO CLOSE.  I wanted to cum so bad.  Shortly after my writhing stopped I felt someone climb on top of me.  I shook with anticipation and nerves.  I’d never actually had sex before.  I’d masturbated, and fantasized, but actual sex was totally new.  I felt his legs warm on mine, then a hard, warm cock stroked the outside of my pussy.  Oh god was I shaking, I wanted it so bad. 

“please” my voice was so much more meager than I’d ever heard it.  “please, I want it so bad”

The cock thrust in and out of me until I begged to cum.  “yes” said my father’s voice.

It had been him on top of me the whole time.  I exploded into moans and writhing, and he continued going relentlessly until he pulled out and came on my stomach.  It was not another minute before there was another cock inside my drenched pussy.  Then hands found my body and groped me.  Fingers in my mouth, on my tits…everywhere.  Again, he went relentlessly until he pulled out and spread his cum all over me.  There was a third…and then a fourth.  tongue’s danced on my clit in between the strange men cumming on me.  I begged and was allowed to cum three more times.  By the sisxth cock I was raw, and wanted to beg them to stop. 

“please” again escaped my lips as he was thrusting into me so hard I could hardly speak at all. 

“one more”  Someone said.

At first I thought he meant that there was one more guy to be had, and then I realized they wanted me to cum again.  I felt myself approaching the edge, and knew it was going to be painful. 

“OH GOD PLEASE MA-“

“YES” a voice shouted back.

I came so hard I almost threw the guy on top of me clear off.

I felt a towel on my stomach, and someone undoing the bindings.  My body was limp.  What a night.  From here, my memory is foggy.  I remember someone lifting me, then the next morning I woke up in my bed.  If it weren’t for how sore my body had been, I would have had to check my closet to make sure it wasn’t some horrible, but wonderful dream.