Her New Name—The Beginning
(MMF/F, ds, humil,
blackmail, oral, inc, fath/dau)
by SM
**The events and the people
in this story are fictitious, although some of the events are based on real
experiences. You can guess which is
which. Good luck!**
About
5 years after the divorce, Kari found herself short of money, so she started
looking in the ads to see what was available.
The ad that caught her eye was for housecleaning, which listed a rather
high pay rate, and even mentioned “with extra personal touches, bonuses are
also given. The more you give
in to the task with every bit of yourself, the more
bonuses you’ll receive.”
She
didn’t know what to think about the way “give in” and “every bit of yourself” were highlighted in bold and italic print. But, it would be a way to catch up the
deficit in her budget. Her salary with
the library was consistent, but small, and there was no way to get any bonuses,
which had brought her to this choice in the first place. She really couldn’t stand asking for more
help from her parents, because that was always more emotionally costly than it
was worth, and since the kids had grown up and gone to college, her parents
really didn’t seem to want to be with her much.
They hadn’t ever gotten along when she was growing up, and they only
seemed to want to take advantage of her so they could be with their grandkids
whenever they wanted.
So,
here was a way out. She punched out the
number on her cell phone, and when they answered, she made an appointment.
That
part was easy. The appointment went
well, although, she did notice that there seemed to be a lot of sexual tension
in the room when she was with the husband and wife who were hiring her. In fact, on her way home, she wondered why it
had been so easy. She hadn’t done any
professional cleaning in the past, and she was sure there were others who did
that in the community. The two
interviewers were very pushy about what she was to wear “so that if any guest
come by while you are here, they won’t be offended” so they had said. They also mentioned that they had the wife’s
father living with them in the apartment over the garage, but they didn’t have
any children, which pleased Kari since, after all, kids can be pretty messy.
The
dress code requirements were kind of revealing, more like a sexy maid’s costume
than working clothes. Low-cut blouse,
always wearing stockings with a garter and heels, and the dress or skirt length
requirement was almost embarrassing. She
was sure that the cheeks of her ass would be showing below the edge of her
dress, and that when she bent over, her panties would show.
But
the pay was very good and it would meet the need for her budget, so she
went along with all that.
The
first week was the usual experience of getting to know the details of a new job
with plenty of instruction and explanation.
Desirae, the wife, was very pushy and intimidating and made rather
embarrassing comments during that first few days, some of them even sexual
innuendoes. But since Kari had been
sheltered from sexual experiences up until she got married, she was naively
willing to just pretend that it wasn’t significant. Her ex had become very frustrated at her lack
of willingness to face things and deal with issues, especially about sex, and
that had played a large part in the divorce.
The second week went about the same as the
first, except that she was picking up on what needed to be cleaned, so there
was less instruction. Also, she met the
wife’s father, whose name was Fred. He
seemed to be very interested in the details of her life, asking if she was
single, and so on. She was told that
whatever he said to do she was expected to do in their place, since they worked
a lot and he might be the only one in the house while she was working. This made her a bit uncomfortable, but she
got paid, and since they said she had worked hard there was a small bonus added
to her hourly rate, so she decided to go along with it.
However,
the third week changed everything.
She
had been told to come and clean on Friday evening, and since she wasn’t working
that weekend and the library, she decided that was fine. After she had started cleaning, the wife’s
father came into the room where she was working, and came up on her left side,
putting his hand on her right thigh and pulling her close to him.
“Hi,
there, you sexy thing,” he breathed into her ear.
Startled,
she blushed and replied, “uh . . . hello.”
He
slipped his hand down on her leg below that embarrassing skirt, and then slid
it up under it until he felt her panties.
“You
should wear sexier panties, you know . . . like French-cut style, or thongs—or
maybe even a g-string, sexy thing like you should . . . who knows what kind of
bonus you’d get if you did.” he said.
“uh . . . yes, sir,” she blushed.
Then
he reached under her blouse with his other hand, and felt her bra and even
pinched her nipple lightly. She gasped,
and tried to pull away, but he pulled her tightly against him.
“You
should wear one of those push-up bras, and if you don’t have any of those, you
can skip the bra altogether.”
Looking
at him with some panic, she said, “I can’t afford those bras . . . they are
expensive.”
“No
problem, so skip the bra next time. In
fact, take both your panties and your bra off now, since they are not
acceptable for this job.”
She
looked at him in confusion, blushing even harder than before. “What do you mean?”
“I
thought I was very clear. Take your
panties and bra off now. Or, working
here is over for you.”
“But . . . but,” she sputtered.
“Well,
ok, then, since my daughter and her husband are home now, you can explain why
you didn’t obey me.”
She
hadn’t noticed the garage door opening and closing, but the husband and wife
came in the door to the garage into the room where Fred held her.
“Hi,
Fred . . . Kari . . . how’s it going?”
“Well,
we have a little problem,” Fred said bluntly.
“Kari is refusing to do what I commanded.”
They
stiffened and looked at her. “So, what
are you refusing to do?” the husband, Bob, asked.
“He
. . . uh . . . said to take off my bra and . . . and panties . . . uh . . . because they aren’t the right kind . .
. he said.“
Looking
at her directly and sternly, “then if you don’t do that right now, you’re
fired!”
“NO!
. . . please! . . . I’ll do . . . do it.”
She tried to pull away from his grasp.
“Where
do you think you’re going?”
“I
. . . uhm . . . was going to go into the bathroom to take off . . . “
“No
one said you could go anywhere . . . take off your bra and panties.”
“Here,
you mean?”
With
a rather cruel sounding laugh, Desirae said, “well, DUH!”
Kari
looked at them, trying to see a way out, but the only way out was to lose the
job, and she needed the extra money . . . so, there really wasn’t a way out.
“uhm . . . ok,” she said weakly, hoping that would satisfy
them.
“OKAY?
. . . then take off your bra and panties . . . here, let me help you, you
frigid bitch!” Desirae reached out and
grabbed her mini-dress and pulled it up.
Kari, in panic, grabbed it and tried to pull it down again.
Desirae
made a sound almost like a growl, and slapped her across the face.
“Don’t
you EVER stop ME, AGAIN, BITCH! Do YOU
HEAR ME?”
“ . . . yes . . . “
“Yes? Yes, WHO?”
“uhm . . . yes . . . Ma’am,” Kari said timidly.
Then
Desirae pulled her mini-dress up until it covered her face, and it also
effectively tied her arms above her head.
Then she reached down and grabbed Kari’s panties by the crotch--and
pulled them out.
“WELL,
well, well . . . what do we have here? . . . your
panties are soaking wet! . . . this turns you on,
doesn’t it?”
“NO!”
“Oh?” She pulled the soaked panties aside and
thrust two fingers up inside Kari’s pussy with a sloppy sound.
“Not
turned on, are you? So, what is all this
cunt juice doing out here for everyone to see?”
Blushing,
Kari could only be thankful that the dress was covering her face. But, all the same, she couldn’t remember
being turned on like this since . . . since . . . well . . . when her
ex-husband had spanked her.
“uh . . . well, maybe a little.”
Desirae
made a snorting sound and reached up and pulled Kari’s dress all the way
off. Grabbing Kari’s hand, she pulled it
down to her soaked panties and steamingly soaked pussy. Then she took her own hand and put her
cunt-juice soaked fingers right in front of Kari’s lips and under her nose.
“Taste
THAT!”
Humiliated
and cowed, Kari slowly reached out with her tongue and tasted the pussy juice
on Desirae’s fingers.
To her surprise, it was sweet . . . and her cunt tingled and twitched in
arousal under her own hand, so she jerked her hand away. But, the scent of her arousal was also
evident in the moisture added to her already soaked panties.
“So,
ARE YOU TURNED ON OR WHAT?”
“ughm . . . I guess.”
“SO-OOOOO, . . . ARE YOU
TURNED ON OR WHAT?”
“uhm . . . yes.”
“YES
WHO?”
“yes, Ma’am.”
All
three of them started to laugh as she blushed even more.
“So,
bitch . . . take off your bra and your panties . . .
and then we’ll see if we have any use for you.”
Trembling, Kari reached back and
unhooked her bra . . . hesitatingly, she held it over her breasts for a minute
or so, but under the stern gaze of her employers, she finally forced herself to
let go of it and it dropped to the floor.
Her arms still covered her boobs, and she started to shiver and sweat,
thinking of how to get her panties off without uncovering her breasts.
In
the back of her mind, her sexual desires were igniting at a level that she’d
never let happen before, even with her ex-husband—who had clearly seen her
hidden sexual desires. That had scared
her enough that she had fought him to the point of the divorce after 20 years
of marriage. Now she wasn’t sure that
had been a good choice, but it was too late to change that choice.
Growing
up, her parents had been very shaming about everything sexual, and she was
vaguely aware that they had used sex as a weapon to fight each other, too. Her father was a minister in a large church
in the Bible belt, and all he seemed to care about was his public image, so he
pretended to be a “good” person almost all the time, at least when anyone else
was watching. Her mother had great
public status because of that, so she was vicious in her demands that he and Kari
act like she told they to act, no matter what they felt at the time.
In
fact, her mother may have been a sociopath, because she would do anything to
get what she wanted, no matter what it cost anyone else. She had manipulated Kari’s dad to the point
that whatever her mom wanted, he would do, because he knew that if he didn’t do
it, the cost of her revenge would be twice or 3 times as much as it would have
taken to just go ahead and do it. Her
dad was a puppet to her every whim. She
had control of everything. If he didn’t
agree, then she’d just do things her way, anyway, no matter what had been
agreed upon or discussed. She didn’t
know that he had turned his frustration and anger about it onto Kari in secret.
Kari
had taken that method into her marriage, but at the same time had chosen a guy
to marry who she had thought was strong enough to overcome her parents’ hold on
her. He was, actually, that strong, but
since she couldn’t stop herself from trying to repeat the pattern of her
mother’s manipulation, he confronted her time and again. Using her mother’s method of avoiding
confrontation, but manipulating for control, she had tried to “pull him into
place,” but he was to strong
to allow that. He had finally given up
and left.
The
result of her parents’ hidden war for control was a living hell growing up in
that household.
It wasn’t a “home”—it was a household, Kari knew. As a teen, she’d been given lots of chores to
keep her busy so she could never get them done in time to go out on any dates—and
they had never instructed her about how to do those chores, and they were never
satisfied with the results of her efforts.
They had hammered into her over and over that if she screwed up and got
pregnant that it would destroy her father’s career—and the financial security
that came with it, so even talking about sex was not allowed. Not ever.
So, she grew up with a very skewed idea that
sex was the worst thing in the world, and it wasn’t natural or even acceptable
to even think about it, much less to do something sexual. And, God forbid that
she would actually want it.
So,
in the back of her mind, the only way she could fulfill any sexual desires or
needs was to be forced into it, so she wasn’t responsible for what
happened.
“It
wasn’t my fault!” rang in the back of her mind.
Many times, she had imagined being used by the sexy guys—and sometimes
other girls--and raped and gang-banged when they grabbed her on her way home
from school. But that fantasy had never
become real. She was so inhibited that
she could only masturbate in the shower after she got so horny that she couldn’t
stand it, since she knew no one else was watching.
Her
ex-husband had asked her to do “unthinkable” slutty things, . . . asked her to talk slutty . . . told her
to “finger-fuck” herself in front of him--and this had created such anxiety
that she had picked fights with him about anything she could think of in order
to stop herself from doing that willingly.
“Willingly” meant that she wanted sex, which was something to be ashamed
of according to her parents. She could
never quite let go and do anything sexual willingly. That would be to be responsible for it, and
she’d been shamed more times than she could remember for even thinking of
things like that, so she just couldn’t do it . . . just couldn’t.
Her
ex had asked her to buy a short miniskirt or mini-dress and then they had gone
on a walk around the neighborhood streets at night in San Antonio. He had pulled up the back of her
already-too-short mini-dress and rubbed her ass as they walked down the street,
and she had argued with him. But, her
cunt had gotten so wet from him doing that, that she couldn’t deny to herself
that it made her VERY horny.
They
had turned down the path by a canal, and he had stopped her, turned her towards
him, thrust two middle fingers on his right hand into her cunt, pulled her
towards him so her hands went to his shoulders, and—to her enormous surprise,
he lifted her off the ground by her cunt that way. As soon as her feet left the ground, she
started cumming . . . and cumming . . . and cumming . . . until everything went
black when she passed out from so many strong orgasms. He had waited a bit, and then splashed some
water on her face to wake her up. Then
he laughed about how sexy it was to watch her cum until she passed out. The thought that he had so much control over
her, and that her sexuality had been so open and expressed made her scared . .
. and to cover it, she turned it to anger and lashed out at him. That was the fight that eventually ended
their relationship.
Ironically,
he was the sexiest guy she’d ever known, at least in terms of making her cum.
Here,
again, she was being forced, and that made her pussy hot and drippy with her
juices. Being forced satisfied all the
requirements of it not being her fault, so her desires exploded with a vengeance. Still, she had to make sure that she did
‘nothing’ to make it happen, so she could not be accused of being the cause of
it.
Nobody
else knew the secret, but starting at about age 7, her father had often come
into her bedroom, sometimes in the afternoons while her mom was at work, or
sometimes during the night when her mother was supposedly asleep. He had forced her to suck him off and swallow
his cum, and he often called her humiliating names.
“Suck
it, slut! . . . you’re just a whore, and a fuck-toy, a
cock-sucking sex slave! . . . that’s all you’ll ever be . . . when you get old
enough, your cunt will think for you, and you’ll lust after hard cocks and wet
pussies of other women . . . maybe a bi-sexual slave, . . . a cumdump . . . a slutty substitute for another woman’s
lover . . . if you get past high school without getting pregnant, that will be
a miracle. ” The way he had said that
made her think that he actually wanted her to get pregnant—“knocked up,” as
they say.
Sometimes,
he would pull his cock out of her mouth and spray his cum all over her face and
glasses. Then he turned her toward the
mirror and showed her what it looked like to have cum all over her face. “Now, THAT’s what a slut looks like,” he
said, “and you’re a slut.”
At
first, this was an embarrassing shock to her, but after that first time, her
pussy would tingle and get wet—and when she was young, she didn’t know what
that meant. But later, when she started
to learn about sex at school, she knew it meant that her body liked it.
From
then on, she decided that her body wanted her to be humiliated, and
since she couldn’t stop herself from getting turned on, she came to the
conclusion that eventually the day would come that her humiliation would take
over completely and she would be at her own body’s mercy.
Later
in life, she had often wondered if her mom actually knew about all that and got
off on his molesting her, since her mom had clearly manipulated her father with
sex all the time, and had total control of everything else in their lives. But, all the same, she had taken those words
into her heart. She was, in her inner
most level, “a slut . . . a whore . . . a bitch . . . a fuck-toy . . . a
cock-sucking sex slave . . . a bi-sexual slave . . . a cum-dump,” and so on, so
she’d lusted about getting “knocked up” almost every day all the way through
high school.
In
private, she’s often gotten very hot and aroused even thinking of the images of
what he’s said, and one part of her, a hidden part, often hoped that it would
come true one day. In fact, she loved
every minute of sex with her father, loving the taste of his cock, the taste of
his cum, and even thinking about it all day long afterwards, wanting more . . .
and more.
But,
she never told anyone, . . . never, . . . no one . . . even her ex-husband after
20 years when he asked about her hidden fantasies, she never said one word,
never admitted to her father using her sexually, wanting to be a slut, a
fuck-toy, and all the rest . . . even though in her heart of hearts, she knew
that’s what she wanted more than anything else in the world. Of course, that never got mentioned during
the divorce argument, so she’d focused on how bad of a “provider” her
ex-husband was, since his business had failed and they had been short of money,
the essence of “no financial security,” which she’d demanded from the beginning
. . . at least, that’s what she said to distract attention from and hide from
the truth of her other hidden desires.
When
her ex-husband had accused her of even a few of those desires, she fought
him, somehow thinking that he’d know to over-power her and make it happen
anyway. But, he didn’t know the real
secret—that she couldn’t be responsible, that she could never admit they were
her deepest desires. He didn’t know that
her protests were faked, only to hold up the “image of a good girl” from the
legacy of her parents. Finally, after
years of her being so impossible, he finally just left her.
Alone. A librarian in a small
library in Texas, not far from San Antonio. Nobody knew the burning desires in her heart
. . . especially about sex.
She
continued to shiver and sweat at the same time, looking at them, knowing she
had to do something, or she’d lose the job.
Part of her wanted to just throw it in their face and tell them that she
was going to report them for sexual harassment, but the other part . . .
She
tried to just reach down with one hand, and very quickly pull down her panties
. . . just to pacify them.
Desirae
slapped her across the face, yelling “NO ONE TOLD YOU TO COVER UP, BITCH! PUT YOUR ARMS DOWN AND GET THOSE PANTIES
OFF! NOW!”
Startled into submission, Kari quickly reached
down and took off her panties and threw them down on the floor at Desirae’s feet. She
tried to cover up her tits again, but then realizing that would bring more
anger, she forced herself to put her arms straight down at her side, feeling even
more humiliation, although her face blushed even brighter.
To
her dismay, she realized that she had became even more
aroused and her nipples were swollen and hard, and her juices began to drip
down from her cunt lips and on to the inside of her legs, obvious to anyone
watching. She couldn’t reach down and
wipe them off because that would only draw more attention to them.
They
were indeed watching. Humiliation, it
seemed, lubricated everything, so to speak.
Her shame, and her desire for it, her need of it, seemed to rush from
her dripping pussy all the way up her naked body in a blush like she’d never
had before.
In
fact, it was the sluttiest, whorish moment of her
life so far, totally exposed her sexual desires right out there for anyone to
see. That moment that her body had taken
over to humiliate her had finally come to be.
She came like a mink in heat, her orgasm almost knocked her off her
feet, and the world seemed to swirl around like a ride at the carnival.
“Ok, then, bitch. . . . do
you want this job?”
“yes . . . uhm, . . . . Ma’am.”
“Ok,
then . . . so, get down on your knees and suck his cock,” she said, pointing at
her father. “Go on, get on with it. We haven’t got all day to waste time on a
slutty maid.”
Too
startled to think of any way to argue about it, Kari,
sank to her knees and reached out for Fred’s crotch. His hands were on his hips, so with trembling
hands she quickly unbuckled his belt and let his jeans drop, pulled down his
shorts and grabbed his hard cock, pulling it toward her and into her
mouth. And, suck she did, not wanting
any more humiliation—although she suddenly realized that sucking a stranger’s
cock in front of his family was probably about as humiliating as it could be. He body was indeed taking over and driving
her to humiliation.
As
soon as her lips touched his hard cock, she felt herself becoming someone
else—the slut that had been hidden from everyone all those years before. Her hunger for his cock, his cum, came out in
the sound of her mewing, her whimper showing all her desperate need.
All
three of them began to call her those humiliating names, “cocksucker . . .
cheap whore . . . cumslut.” In spite of
herself, she found herself becoming more and more aroused, and the juices of
her cunt were now dripping all the way down her thighs.
It
wasn’t long before he came in her mouth.
She
knew what to do with that, after all those years being forced to suck off her
father, so she quickly swallowed, mewing with desire the entire time.
“You
clearly enjoyed doing that, didn’t you?”
“uhm . . . “
“DIDN’T
YOU!?”
“yes, Ma’am.”
“Ok,
slut. You still have a job here. Do you have a nipple chain?”
“uhm . . . no, Ma’am.”
“Then
get one before you return next week. And
watch your email so you will know what to wear or not wear next week. We will decide that. Is that clear, cumslut?”
“yes, Ma’am.”
And,
from now on, your name is “cumslut.” Is
that clear?
“yes, Ma’am.”
“What’s
your name, bitch?”
“My
name is cumslut, Ma’am. Uhm . . . thank
you, Ma’am for letting me continue this job.”
“Well,
then you’ll need to thank my Dad for letting you suck his cock and drink his
cum, don’t you think, cumslut?”
“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you, Fred for your nice cock and
letting me drink your cum, sir.”
Kari’s
orgasm when she said those words almost made her faint again.
“Ma’am? May I be excused? I . .
. uhm . . . need to go and clean up myself.”
“No, cumslut. You’re staying here tonight. We have more things to do to make sure you
can handle this job.”
“Yes, Ma’am. Uhm . . . but, I need to tell some people
that I’m staying.”
“Ok,
if you do, then don’t bother staying . . . and you won’t have a job here, either. And, by the
way, we videotaped this entire conversation, showing you naked and your cunt
dripping, and you sucking Fred off.
We’ll be happy to just post it online for everyone to see what a submissive
slutty cumslut you are. I’m sure you’ll
have lots of requests from guys for you to ‘work’ for them. As I recall, you work at the library don’t
you?”
“NO!
. . . uhm . . . I’m sorry . . . I mean, yes, I work at
the library . . . ok . . . uhm . . . Ma’am.
I’ll do it your way.”
“My
way or Bob’s way or Fred’s way, from now on without any argument from you,
cumslut. Or you can go find another job,
and there will be plenty of people viewing you naked online with your slutty
cunt dripping with desire.”
“yes, Ma’am. . . . ok, I want this
job, need this job.”
“What’s
your name again?”
“My
name is ‘cumslut’, Ma’am.”
“Yes.
It certainly is.”