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Subject: {ASSM} {Cassiopeia} newstory : David and debbi 2/21 "Debbie prepared"   Mf d/s bd ped inc
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WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to 
read this type of literature, or you are under age (Under 18 years old or 21 
in some areas) PLEASE CLOSE THIS FILE NOW! The author does NOT condone or 
encourage abuse of minors. Keep it in your head & off the streets. For 
fantasy only.
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Copyright 2006 Cassiopeia.  All rights reserved. Content may not be copied 
or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.

debbi is prepared 2 of 21

David carries debbi to the warm bathroom, still sleepy and slightly stiff 
from the night's exertions, her head resting on his shoulder, her bottom 
firmly in his hands.   He places her on the toilet and holds her while she 
settles and balances, and then leaves her alone and she hears his feet on 
the stairs.   She does her morning stuff, and wipes herself carefully, 
wincing at the soreness of her cunt, and the puffy tenderness of her 
pudenda.

She examines the leather cuffs fixed to her wrists curiously.  There doesn't 
seem to be a lock or buckle or clasp on them,  and she can't figure out how 
they work.  She shrugs and sits still, not daring to get down without 
permission, staring down at her ankles which have two similar cuffs to those 
on her wrists - now she understands how she was tethered last night, and how 
easily her father managed to release her this morning.

Then she hears his feet coming back up the stairs and he comes into the 
bathroom with a wooden frame, about the size of a beer crate, and swiftly 
and efficiently fixes it to the wooden floor with heavy bolts, making it a 
permanent fixture to the bathroom.  Made of heavy timber it has a padded T 
bar rising from one edge of the box, and a padded cup on a slightly shorter 
stem rising from the opposite side.. which he fits to the square shape after 
he has fixed it down.

There are four heavy steel rings at each lower corner of the box, and debbi 
stares.  She may be more of a child than a woman, but she can count and put 
two and two together as well as anyone.. and in this case two and two are 
very relevant and she knows what the four rings are for. She looks again at 
the heavy padded cuffs on her wrists and ankles.

David smiles as she stares, watching her working it out.  He clears away his 
tools and stows the box outside the bathroom door.  He returns and lifts her 
off the toilet and watches as she flushes and goes to wash her hands.  As 
she puts the towel back on the rail she turns to him.

"All done Daddy"

David smiles and slowly shakes his head.  "Not quite".

He clicks his fingers and points to the floor on the side of the wooden 
frame where the tee bar stands up almost to her hip height."Here".

She goes obediently to stand, and with a swift `click click' her ankle cuffs 
are firmly attached to the rings, her legs are widely spread apart by the 
wooden frame, and the cuffs protect her young bones from pressing hard to 
the wood.  The padded `T' section rests against the top of her thighs and 
she looks at him questioningly, wondering what next.

David circles to the other side of the frame and takes her hands in his.  He 
murmurs softly "bend your knees" and watches as she does so, seeing the 
padded bar come to rest across her hips.  He pulls her forwards, tipping her 
at the waist to rest on the bar and pulling her hands down.. down, until her 
chin rests on the padded cup; he pulls her hands down to the rings at the 
foot of the forward corners of the box and clips the wrist cuffs quickly to 
the rings.  Her body is now tipped forward, hands flat to the floor and her 
hips supported.  He produces from the pocket of his dressing gown what looks 
like a metal spider, a circle but with only 4 `legs'

debbi whispers, licking her lips, "whats that Daddy? What are you going to 
do?"  her lower lip trembles slightly, so many things in so short a time are 
sapping at her childish resilience, and the morning light and the strange 
contraption make her feel afraid.

David strokes her cheek and kisses it, sitting crossed-legged on the floor 
in front of her, down to her level.

"debbie you are going to be my slave, my pet, my special girl and later I 
will be putting a collar around your neck to show you are mine.. but..."

David breaks off as she takes a breath and wriggles and interrupts him 
"Ohhhhhhh Yes Daddy!!"

David presses his lips together and waits patiently until he may continue.   
Debbi subsides and presses her lips shut to show she is quiet now, but there 
is a twinkle in her eye..

"but... before that collar goes around your neck I have to make sure you are 
a good slave, that you have.. potential. There are a number of tests you 
have to get through; one is already done, and you passed it wonderfully 
well.. "  David smiles as a huge grin breaks out over her face, and her eyes 
shine with happiness and pride.  He kisses her lips tenderly.  
"Wonderfully".

"This frame is to prepare you for the next tests.  you will get quite used 
to it, and perhaps I won't have to fix you down in future, but this time, 
until you are used to it, you will be restrained and perhaps blindfolded.  
How well you behave and respond will decide if you pass the test; and don't 
look so worried, I know you will do fine.. you are an A student my sweet 
girl."

debbi looks again at the silver spider in his hands, her eyes flicking up 
with a silent question..

"This?   This is just to help you the first time, later I am sure we won't 
need it.. now open your mouth wide for me sweetheart."

debbi opens her mouth obediently, and he slips the ring gag over her lower 
teeth and behind the upper ones, seeing with satisfaction that his little 
daughter's mouth is stretched nicely, but her jaw is not locked too wide.  
He smiles and strokes her hair gently, and pulls a soft ribbon of leather 
from his pocket, tying the ring gag around the back of her neck firmly but 
not too tight.  He feels his cock stir at the look of her gaping mouth but 
he holds his longing back and stands, turning to the large bathroom cabinet 
and bringing down a package hidden on top out of sight.

He allows her to see his preparations, putting on latex gloves, filling a 
large clear bag with warm soapy water, hanging it to a hook on the wall 
where she can see it and marking the level with a piece of black tape.  She 
watches him, wide eyed, not understanding what this process is for, turning 
her head to watch as he opens a sterile pack containing a strange white 
plastic thing that looks like a pen and a long length of clear tubing.

Debbi rests her chin back on the padded rest as he steps behind her and 
feels him push a finger into her pussy, wetting it with the slick moisture 
that is left from the fucking she had earlier and wiping it slowly and 
gently over her tiny anus, pink and puckered, and she sucks in air with a  
choking sound turning her head.

"Look forward.. or I will tie your head -  keep looking forward."

Debbie turns her head back and rests her chin again, as his fingers stroke 
her tight little ring, and he presses the bulbed end of the nozzle to her 
hole.  She jerks instinctively, fighting the pressure, her cheeks ripple as 
her butt clenches, trying to keep him out, fighting it, shaking her wrists 
as she tugs on the rings; shaking her head and squealing "Ngg!!  Ng!!!"

David speaks sternly. "debbi. Are you my little slave? Or a naughty 
disobedient girl?"

Debbi whimpers and cries, trying to talk through the gag, but he ignores her 
and pushes again. "Open for me! come on! relax.. this is going in whether 
you cooperate or not, so you may as well make it easier, relax and it won't 
hurt".   debbi pants and wriggles again, whimpering, but then she tries to 
relax and keep still, trembling a little, her rounded little bottom so 
perfect,  Quivering deliciously under his eyes, the sight of her like this 
so tempting he almost abandons the plan for the enema to take her there and 
then.

He strokes her bottom gently with a warm palm, and waits for her to settle.. 
and finally she starts to relax. He pushes gently, the bulb of the nozzle 
opening her tight little ass just enough to slip inside, making her squeak 
and wail as he pushes it into her, to a depth of about 4 inches, until he 
feels a soft resistance.

With a shudder she feels it slip into her, and pants, a puddle of drool 
forming under her mouth on the wooden floor.  He strokes her back gently 
waiting for her breathing to settle and pats her hair. "Good girl!"

She watches him connect the tube and turn the little tap at the bag, moving 
behind her.  There is a fiddling, clicking, tapping, and a twitch at her 
bottom as he fixes her end of the hose and then sits cross legged beside 
her, stroking her hair, and turns the little tap, and they both watch the 
milky soapy fluid fill the tube and start to flood into her bottom.  debbi 
lifts her head as she feels the liquid, warmer slightly than her body heat, 
siphon into her lifted ass, and her eyes widen and she stares into his face. 
  He smiles back at her, stroking her back, watching her carefully, seeing 
the gooseflesh rise on her arms and thighs, the little shudder as she 
realises what it happening, always he is close to her, stroking her and 
reassuring her.

"Good girl.   That's my girl"

debbi murmurs and shifts her feet a little, her toes curling, the bag is 
high on the wall and the rush of liquid is swift, strange, warm, and then 
slowly she feels pressure grow inside her, and an  aching cramp grows in her 
belly. She closes her eyes and makes a soft Uhhhhh sound through the ring.  
David keeps one hand on her back and with the other rubs her rounded belly 
in slow warm circles, some obstruction causing a momentary discomfort.  
After a few moments it clears and she relaxes, resting firmly on the little 
chin cup, her legs trembling a little.

David makes sure the padded bar is against her hip bones and not obstructing 
her lower belly, and, satisfied, sits back, still stroking her back and her 
hair.  He watches the level drop from the black tape marker, no sound in the 
warm bathroom except his soft caress on her skin and the occasional drip to 
the ever-growing puddle on the floor below her mouth.

Then, a moan from her open throat, and his hand goes to her belly again, 
distended now, rounded nicely under her, and he looks again at the bag.  How 
much? Two pints, maybe towards three?  By his calculations, for a child her 
age, this would be about as much as she can take the first time, without 
mishap.  She shivers and his fingers turn the little tap at her ass, 
stopping the flow.  He stands and marks the level with a second piece of 
tape, and then disconnects the hose from the nozzle, leaving the tube 
swinging gently against the wall.

He kneels in front of her and caresses her face, her eyes are closed and 
there is a soft frown of discomfort on her brow.  Is there time, he is 
thinking? Yes, I think so.

He lifts her chin with one hand, and opens his robe, his cock is semi hard, 
perfect for her first time, and he feeds it into the open mouth without a 
pause to let her react with more than a startled gasp at the realisation of 
his intent.  God her mouth is wet with her saliva, and hot, her lips around 
the ring-gag caress his flesh as he pushes into the ring, stiffening 
immediately as his glans caresses her palate and pushes into her throat.   
His hands rest either side of her head and he rocks on his knees, pushing 
his cock into her mouth and over her tongue, and into her suddenly 
protesting throat.

"Ngggg!" she manages to grunt between his sliding thrusts, but he ignores 
her strangled protest, knowing he doesn't have long before he must release 
her... weighing in the balance subconsciously his own ability to postpone his 
release, her evident spasming tension as the cramps increase in frequency 
and strength, the wild look in her eyes, and his knowledge of what is to 
come, what she must experience, and her ability to deal with it all.  He 
pulls reluctantly from her throat and fastens his robe, resting her chin 
back onto the rest.

David pulls on a latex glove, and holding the tube firmly against her ass 
with his fingers around it, releases the four bondage points.   "Not long 
now pet, and you can let it all go."

He lifts her off the frame to stand slowly, supporting her under her arms, 
and guiding her to the toilet, fingers still holding the nozzle firmly, 
helping her to sit, noting the delightful swell of her belly, urging her to 
hold the nozzle with her muscles until his gives her the word to release.  
He looks into her eyes, and watches her making faces as the churning in her 
belly increases its pressure now she is vertical again, and sitting in a 
position that demands release.

"Hold, hold it! tighten those muscles. Wait for my word."

She moans and grips the toilet seat with her hands, head down and grunting 
with the effort, that open mouth so delightful, so tempting to him, even at 
this moment.

"Ten, nine.. eight... seven...."  He counts slowly, and she moans, 
pleading.. the urgency to release very strong now.. Slight edges of panic as 
she feels she can't hold it, can't possibly hold it..

"Six .. five, four" She pants whimpering.. pleading and quivering with 
effort.

"Three, two,one. He pulls the bulb from her butt quickly and away, tossing 
it in the dilute disinfectant in the nearest of the twin hand basins.  And 
he turns from her as she groans with relief as the water bursts from her.  
He strips the glove, bins it, and discreetly leaves the room, closing the 
door to a crack, and goes to sit on the bed in his room where he can hear 
enough to go to her in need.   He doesn't want her overwhelmed with 
embarrassment at this point, nor for her to associate sex with excrement, 
and anyway it's not something that turns him on.  It's only a practical 
preparation for what is to come, and soon she will carry this procedure out 
on her own each night, on his instruction.

He hears her stand, wipe, flush, spray the room with peach freshener, and 
wash, and then he grins as he hears her sit again and repeat the whole 
process,  and again..  until finally, after about 20 minutes of much 
flushing and washing, she appears at the bedroom door, a little pale under 
the rose tint of a blush.. and he holds out his arms to her.

Debbie runs to his embrace and he sits her on his knee, cuddling her up 
close and wrapping her in the soft warm throw from the end of the bed.  He 
rocks her and cuddles her, kissing her and praising her, telling her what a 
good girl she is and how proud he is of his grown up little slave pet.

He notes that now she is totally used to being nude around him, except for 
her cuffs, and he snuggles her shivery body close under the blanket, giving 
her his warmth and comfort, kissing her hair and her face, and rocking her 
gently.  He slowly unties the leather strap and releases her from the gag, 
and she licks her lips, moving her jaw and biting her teeth together, and he 
gently kisses her mouth.  She whispers "Thank you Master" hugging him 
tightly, and he smiles, knowing she is ready to continue to the final test.

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Thank you for reading.  Comments welcomed at cassiopeia11@hotmail.co.uk.  I 
would need very little encouragement to post more.


Copyright 2006 Cassiopeia.  All rights reserved. Content may not be copied 
or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.
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