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My Daughter In-Law - 2
by Ving (address withheld)

***

Our adventure continues. The rules are set and agreed 
to our new life begins, then niece Karin appears. (M-
dom/FF, voy, bg, orgy, blkmail)

***

My daughter in law left her husband over an ass fucking 
gangbang she was the center of and asked me if I would 
let her stay in my house until she got on her feet. 
Seeing as I was the catalyst for the gang rape of her 
asshole, (seven men found us with my hand and part of 
my arm up her cunt, giving her an incredibly deep 
fisting, but unfortunately I stretched her out and her 
cunt was unsuitable for fucking, so the men just 
flipped her over and spent several hours fucking her 
ass, one after the other) I was somewhat reluctant in 
granting her request. 

Then, in a voice so low I had to lean over to hear her, 
she told me she had enjoyed it, and that she came more 
and harder than she ever had in her life and confessed 
to me that she would be interested in pursuing a male 
dominant female submissive relationship with me. I, in 
turn, confessed that while fist fucking her I got a 
real charge from the sense of power and control I had 
over her and that not only didn't I care that I caused 
her pain, I got a raging hard on from the act of 
causing it. 

We had a drink and told each other our sides of what 
happened; she about the emotional turn on she got from 
submitting to the men and being the center of 
attention, while at the same time experiencing the 
totally new physical sensation of pleasure being 
created by pain, and how the combination of the two 
gave her the most intense, long and satisfying orgasms 
in her life. For my part I told her of the pleasure I 
derived from shoving my arm up her cunt, knowing I was 
causing her pain, but sensing she wanted all I could 
give. Then when those men showed up and began their 
assault, I felt like you were mine to give them, and 
that thought almost made me cum in my pants. 

I smiled broadly and told her my sense was right after 
all. She smiled shyly back, shuffled her feet and 
finally nodded her head. We decided we were interested 
in learning more about our budding dominant / 
submissive sides. We wound up spending the entire night 
and early morning visiting BDSM and related sites on 
the internet to get a feel for the lifestyle and the 
many and varied ways it was expressed. 

When we finally got too tired to focus and just before 
heading to bed, we decided we would each make a list of 
likes and dislikes from the information we gathered, 
then I would distill them and come up with a set of 
rules our mutual desires dictate. If she agreed to 
abide by them she would have not only a home but she 
would have free use of my wealth and property. In 
return I would get an adult female toy who would allow 
me to use her as roughly and depravedly as I desired. 

I guess it's time to describe my soon to be ex daughter 
in law to you. Phyllis Jones is a former Ms. North 
Dakota. She finished among the top ten contestants in a 
national beauty pageant once, she parlayed that 15 
minutes of fame first into a clothes modeling gig, 
then, as she matured from a thin nineteen year old 
beauty queen into a curvaceous twenty something blonde 
knockout, she became a lingerie model. Phyllis is a 22 
year old, 5''7", 130 pound, blonde haired, blue eyed 
beauty. She is the perfect woman, 36c, 24, 36, with a 
short torso and long lean dancer's legs. 

How my son ever wooed and won this woman is beyond me, 
but he certainly couldn't keep her, and now his old man 
was going to use his ex wife as his experimental sex 
toy. Speaking of which, I am a silver haired, 58 year 
old fox in sheep's clothing. My easy going and hail 
fellow well met personality hides a dagger in your 
heart robber barons' treachery. Both skills have led to 
my being a very rich man with more money than I will 
ever be able to spend, although I am going to give it a 
damn good try. 

And now, disproving that theory about old dogs and new 
tricks, I discovered I have a dominant side I didn't 
know I had, and the woman who nurtured it into being 
has offered to continue in her role, as subservient to 
my wishes and living only to satisfy my cravings. The 
gangbang was Friday night, we made our confessions and 
discoveries Sunday evening and into the early morning 
Monday hours. 

She gave me her list Monday evening and now on Tuesday 
night, just five days after the life altering gangbang 
we are about to decide just how alternate that life 
will be. I am going to present the general rules of 
life as my submissive to a lingerie model, allowing her 
to make one last major decision for herself. Agree to 
the rules and live in luxury as an obedient sex object, 
or say no, and go back to being just a highly paid 
model and calendar girl. 

I realized it could be an easy decision for her to make 
if I made the rules to stringent or weird, but I 
ultimately refused to temper my wants and desires, so 
even as I took into consideration Phyllis' own list of 
wants, desires, and absolutely nots, it was definitely 
a set of rules that reflected a lifetime of fantasy and 
fetishism for me, with a new found desire to inflict 
pain and humiliation thrown in. I wound up with ten 
general rules

1] I will never marry you, you will be my obedient sex 
toy never my wife.

2] I will take over control of your career including 
power of attorney you will keep your agency, but 
modeling jobs will be okayed by me you will receive a 
monthly statement of all income and a trust fund will 
be set up in your name but in my control I will also 
take control of your bank accounts, savings accounts, 
credit cards and all your assets you will no longer 
have a use for your own money.

3] You will do what I tell you without question or 
hesitation.

4] When I ask you to do something you will consider it 
a command not a request.

5] I will be in charge of your wardrobe you will wear 
what I tell you to wear, no more no less.

6] You will no longer initiate any sexual activity you 
will have sex when and only when I allow you to you 
will have sex with anyone I tell you to, male or 
female.

7] I promise never to cause you bodily harm or 
disfigurement I will never draw blood and I will never 
cause bruises before any work assignment you may have

8] I promise to honor and obey your safe word, (or sign 
if you are gagged) and will instantly cease any and all 
activities we are engaged in when you use either.

9] Our activities will never include children, blood, 
scat, gay men, disfigurement, single tail whips, knives 
or any sharp objects, asphyxiation, mutilation or 
branding I may at some point decide to have you pierced 
for body jewelry and I agree to discuss the pros and 
cons with you as per the affect it may have on your 
career and we both agree to abide by the decision 
mutually arrived at.

10] Infractions of these rules and any and all commands 
or requests will be grounds for punishment with the 
type of punishment and instrument of punishment to be 
decided by me or someone I have personally told you has 
my permission to punish your punishments will include 
but are not limited to: public and private humiliation, 
spankings, breast and nipple torture, being told to 
stand in a corner, the use of implements such as riding 
crops, canes, paddles, many stranded whips, nipple 
clamps, clothespins, hot candle wax and any other 
mutually agreed upon implement.

I felt like a pimply faced teen age boy as I presented 
Phyllis with the list of rules and impatiently waited 
for her reply. She slowly read the list then read it 
again, even slower, and I could see her taking in the 
nuances and digesting what may be implied by both being 
written and omitted. I deliberately left out never 
doing golden showers or bestiality, not necessarily 
that we will indulge in that, but because I wanted to 
see her reaction when she realized they weren't 
forbidden.

I couldn't stand the wait so I went and got a cup of 
coffee, when I returned Phyllis had finished her 
reading. She sprang into my arms when I reentered the 
room causing me to spill some of the drink in my hand, 
a perfect reason for her first spanking. She didn't 
notice what she had done in her hurry to embrace me and 
give me her answer. She whispered in my ear that she 
agreed to every rule and would start from this moment 
forward. She would do everything she was told in order 
to meet my every wish, command, desire or need. 

I kissed her on her cheek and told her she gave me the 
greatest honor by placing her trust in me. I promised 
to take good care of her and to protect her, and I 
swore an oath to her that I would do nothing to betray 
that honor and trust. Inwardly I was doing cartwheels 
with joy; a rich dirty old man was just given the 
greatest gift on gods green earth. 

A stunningly beautiful woman who prances around in her 
underwear for a living has just given him total control 
of her life, mind, and body, to use and abuse to his 
utter satisfaction and depravity. My next thought was a 
rueful prayer to the gods to please not let me die for 
at least a week, I wanted to get at least a small taste 
of my new life. I wasted no time in exercising my new 
power.

I removed Phyllis' arms from around my neck and 
motioned for her to sit down. I smiled as she scurried 
to obey, then pulled another piece of paper from my 
pocket. I gave it to her while telling her this was a 
list of the my house rules. I told her she had all 
ready agreed to the general rules and now had no say in 
not obeying the more specific rules of living under my 
roof. She looked a little shocked for a split second 
but then quickly reached out her hand to accept them.

1] You are allowed to wear what you want when I am not 
home. I, or someone I designate, will phone you one 
hour before each of my expected arrivals' home from 
work to give you time to change into the clothes I want 
you to wear in my presence. Monday through Friday you 
will wear one of the following: a catholic junior high 
school girls uniform consisting of a white cotton bra, 
a white cotton Peter Pan collared blouse, a pleated 
tartan skirt that shall be no longer than five inches 
above your knees, white cotton panties or cotton 
panties with pictures of children's stories or Mother 
Goose characters printed on them, white anklet socks 
and black patent leather shoes. Your hair will be worn 
in pigtails. 

A secretary's outfit consisting of a sheer white silk 
blouse, a black half bra that leaves the top of your 
breasts exposed, a dark pleated skirt no longer than at 
least four inches above your knees, any pastel shade of 
nylon or silk french-cut bikini panties, dark shaded 
thigh high stockings that shall always be long enough 
that their tops can not be seen beneath your skirt when 
you are in a standing position, and four inch stiletto 
high heels. 

Your hair will flow unencumbered to its full length. A 
business woman's outfit consisting of a see through 
blouse, a blazer of any color, a pleated skirt no 
longer than three inches above your knees, thong 
panties, a garter belt, stockings in any shade you wish 
and three inch stiletto high heels. You will have your 
hair in a bun held by a large stick pin. 

A college cheerleader outfit consisting of a sweater 
two sizes too small, a matching pleated skirt no longer 
than three inches below the leg band of your panties, 
sheer mesh panties, white anklet socks and tennis 
shoes. Your hair will be in a pony tail. 

A girl scout uniform consisting of a cap, a button up 
front shirt, white cotton bra, button up front skirt no 
longer than four inches above your knees, the bottom 
two buttons will be undone at all times, cotton panties 
with pictures of teddy bears, unicorns, or fairy tale 
characters printed on them, white socks and Mary-Jane 
shoes. your hair will be in braids. 

Once you are informed of my arrival time the decision 
of what to wear is yours. I will be enrolling you in a 
special private acting class. You will learn to how to 
act as the type of submissive each set of clothes 
suggests you are. You have until next Monday to get 
your new wardrobe together. There is a list of internet 
sites and a credit card next to the computer in your 
study that should get you started. On weekends you will 
wear camisoles or tank tops and what ever type of panty 
you wish and five inch high mules.

2] You will no longer be allowed to wear slacks, jeans, 
shorts, pajamas, sports bras, granny panties(unless 
instructed to) cotton bras and cotton panties. (unless 
instructed to)

3] You are no longer allowed to wear pantyhose or 
tights. Anklets, thigh highs and gartered stockings 
will be the norm, with the occasional cotton sox when 
you are dressed in a special outfit. For your lingerie 
just wear what you liked when you modeled it. I will 
expect you to have a wide and varied panty collection, 
at least thirty different pairs, it will excite me 
knowing every time I lift up your skirt I will see a 
different pair.

4] Every time you sit down you will make sure the 
material of your skirt or dress is between your panties 
and the object you are sitting on, be it couch, chair, 
bar stool, taxi cab, or bus seat. When you are sure 
your ass and the backs of your thighs are covered you 
will bunch or adjust your skirt in such a way that the 
crotch of your panties will be exposed at all times 
while you remain seated. 

The same rule applies when you are lying on your 
stomach, except you will pull up your skirt so your 
panty covered ass cheeks are on view. This rule, I'm 
sure, will be hard for you to get used to, so I will be 
willing to offer you further instructions on the 
nuances of exposing your panties.

5] Your new wardrobe will consist of skirts and dresses 
only, the majority of which should be full enough that 
I will be able to raise one side up above your ass 
while not disturbing the length of the hem of the 
opposite side. The fuller the skirts the better it will 
be for your modesty. I will want to look at your 
panties beneath your skirts or dresses any time I want 
to, at home or in public. 

So you see, if I am able lift your skirt in public and 
the people on the opposite side from me see nothing 
untoward, then your modesty remains intact. However you 
are to buy five or ten short tight skirts, tight enough 
that when I want to look at your panties the whole 
skirt will be bunched at your waist, exposing them to 
whoever is around to look. This is something you will 
have to get used to, because I will be showing off your 
panties quite often. I offer my services in teaching 
you how to cope with the exhibitionism I will subject 
you to. You will only wear bras when instructed to.

6] You are to address me at all times as Protector your 
name from now on is Pet or My Pet.

I followed her eyes as she read this new set of rules, 
I was especially anxious to see her reaction to these 
instructions. I smiled inwardly when I saw her spread 
her legs further apart while using her free hand to 
slowly raise her skirt up her thighs until it was waded 
in her lap and I could clearly see the crotch of her 
panties. In fact I even saw a part of a cunt lip as it 
spilled through a leg band. 

She shifted her ass around on the couch and used the 
opportunity of her movement to widen her legs even 
further and now I could easily see the entire front of 
her panties including the little pink bow sewn into the 
waist band. My little pet sure was showing an eagerness 
to please, at least in private, I'll have to wait to 
see if she pulls that same maneuver while seated on a 
stool in a crowded bar. 

For a moment I was tempted to forego her punishment for 
spilling my coffee, but the devil in me soon put the 
kibosh on that idea. My new found evil side couldn't 
wait to get its hands on that tight, panty covered ass 
and caress it and spank it and then finally take my 
turn to fuck it.

She finished her reading, looked up at me and smiled. 
She addressed me as Protector and said whatever I 
wished is her command. I then pointed to the coffee 
stain on the floor and asked her how she thought it got 
there while showing her the cup in my hand. She noticed 
the stain on the carpet for the first time, then tried 
to recall her actions. I could see the light come on as 
she realized how it got there and looked at me. 

We both knew it was time for her first punishment 
session, the Rubicon was about to be crossed. I told 
her to stand up, took her place on the couch, then told 
her to stand parallel to my legs. I grabbed her elbow 
and none to gently guided her around until she wound up 
lying across my lap with her torso resting on the 
couch, her crotch pressed against mine, and her legs 
stretched out along the rest of the couch. This 
position left her ass, that firm round bubble, in place 
for my right hand to turn her white alabaster skin into 
a crimson tide.

I can remember as if it were yesterday, watching as my 
hands slowly pulled her skirt up the back of her thighs 
until her red nylon panty covered ass cheeks came into 
view. I caressed those panty clad globes for at least 
ten minutes, stopping only to unloose my hardening cock 
from my pants. Then I slowly eased those panties off 
and stroked her skin on skin for another five minutes. 
Then without warning I raised my arm, cupped my palm 
and brought my hand quickly and sharply down on a spot 
on the upslope of her right ass cheek. Pet's body 
jerked and she let out a shriek. 

I waited twenty or thirty seconds and then a pink 
tinged hand print appeared where she had been struck. I 
did another swat, this one on the upslope of her left 
ass cheek. I waited again to see the hand print appear. 
Then I started to spank her, raising my hand two or 
three feet from her ass, swinging in a rapid arc, 
aiming first at the slopes, five slaps on each cheek, 
then aiming at those glorious globes themselves. For 
them, I stopped cupping my fingers and used a flat 
hand, using more force over a greater area. 

The tops of her ass cheeks didn't bother with pink, 
they went straight to red and kept getting redder. I 
stopped after ten swats on each globe, leaving her ass 
glowing like Rudolph's nose. Pet had no control over 
her body, the first few smacks caused her body to jerk 
and twitch, almost dislodging her from my lap, a shrill 
scream and tears accompanied each stroke too. However, 
by the time I was done, she not only stopped jerking 
and screeching, she was arching her back so her ass 
could reach out for my hand and her shrieks had turned 
to a low, constant moan. 

I could also tell she was turned on, I could feel 
moisture seeping through my slacks onto my bare skin. 
This was confirmed a few minutes later when she stood 
on wobbly legs and I could see copious amounts of pussy 
juice streaming out of her cunt and down her thighs. I 
looked at my pants and a wet spot at least six inches 
around covered my upper thighs. My little sex toy 
enjoyed her first spanking, my raging hard on told me I 
enjoyed it too. I stood up, roughly shoved her down to 
the floor so she was on her hands and knees. I once 
again raised her skirt up and over her red shaded ass 
cheeks. 

I knelt behind her, took my cock in hand and guided it 
into her pussy, getting it wet. I stroked it in and out 
several times, getting it nice and lubricated so it 
wouldn't hurt too much when I slammed it into her 
asshole. I leaned back, spread her cheeks with my hand, 
took aim at the puckered brown tinged hole and shoved 
with all my might. Pet screamed and pushed away from 
me. I grabbed her waist just before the tip of my cock 
became completely dislodged, and using my hands, pulled 
her back while at the same time thrusting my crotch 
forward, once again slamming it all the way up her ass. 

She screamed and tried to pull away again, but I held 
her tight and ground my pelvis against her ass flesh, 
keeping my cock shoved as far in as it could go. Then I 
just fucked her, sometimes holding her hips still as I 
pistoned in and out, sometimes staying still myself 
while I guided her back and forth with my hands on her 
hips. I didn't care about her pleasure or pain, this 
was for me only, my pleasure was tantamount, she was 
just there to bring it to fruition. 

As I reamed her, her shrieks became moans and then 
purrs, then, just before I came, she was seeking my 
cock, actively pushing her ass at me. I slipped away 
from her and sat back to catch my breath. While I 
fucked her ass, Phyllis had gone from bracing her torso 
with her hands and arms to leaning down so her head 
rested on the floor and her ass was high in the air. 
While I rested she hadn't moved, so I had a perfect 
view of her violated ass hole as it shrunk to almost 
normal size. 

I then told her to make herself cum while I watched, 
then leaned back against the couch while seated on the 
floor. Without moving her head she put both hands onto 
her cunt, with one she spread her lips and with the 
other she began stroking her clit. It didn't take her 
very long, and my suspicions were confirmed, she was a 
squirter. When her breaths got shorter and sharper a 
stream of juice came spurting out from her fingers, 
drenching her legs, skirt and my carpet. While she was 
still cumming I walked around in front of her, grabbed 
her hair and yanked her head up off the floor. 

I yelled at her that she had just gotten my carpet wet 
again, and just using her hair pivoted her around on 
her knees so she could see the puddle her orgasm caused 
on my floor. I pushed her head down and rubbed her nose 
and lips into it. I pulled her up again and put my face 
next to hers, her lips were wet and there was a drop of 
moisture on the tip of her nose. I told her I was going 
to take a shower and she was going to clean up the two 
messes she made on my floor. When the spots were 
completely gone she was to come get me so I could see 
the job was properly done. 

If I was pleased she would have a shower and then I 
would give her ass a massage with aloe lotion and put 
her to bed in the master bedroom. If I was not pleased 
she would clean it until I was, then I would give her 
some blankets and a pillow so she could sleep on the 
kitchen floor. I was going to let her sleep with me no 
matter how it turned out, but she didn't know that, so 
I had a long leisurely bath before she retrieved me. 

I was flabbergasted with what I saw, or didn't see 
actually, for the carpet was spotless. I hugged her, 
gently caressed her tear stained cheeks and then led 
her to the shower. I washed her, toweled her dry, and 
led her to bed. I laid her down on her stomach and 
massaged her light pink tinged ass. Caressing those 
marvelous globes got me hard again so I took the 
opportunity to fuck her ass once more, this time using 
the lotion as lubricant and going much slower. 

I gently and as lovingly as I could eased my cock up 
her ass, because of the lotion and previous violation, 
her asshole took me in easily, only coos and low moans 
met me this time, no screams of pain were forthcoming. 
I reached around her waist and played with her clit as 
I moved in and out. My Pet drenched my fingers twice 
before I loosed my sperm in her bowels. We 
simultaneously collapsed and fell asleep in the spoon 
position. 

The next morning I told her that I loved fucking her 
ass, and I had decided that that was the only place 
that I was going to fuck her. I informed her that her 
pussy would be fucked and sucked randomly by other men 
and women, but her ass would be fucked regularly by me. 
She answered by lowering her eyes while she said 
whatever you wish Protector. I smiled, patted her on 
her head and replied very good answer, My Pet.

By the following Monday Pet had her outfits gathered 
and when I came home I was greeted by a catholic school 
girl who took great delight in flashing her panties and 
rubbing her body against me. Needless to say I was soon 
incredibly aroused, and attacked her in the kitchen. I 
bent her over the sink, threw up her skirt and for the 
first time saw how drenched her cotton panties were. 
The gusset had soaked up all her juices and had turned 
a deep gray against the rest of her white panties. 

My Pet was also turned on by our play and her mode of 
dress. I unzipped my pants, rubbed my cock against her 
sopping panty front, getting the tip wet, then pulled 
them aside and slipped my dick into her eagerly waiting 
asshole. I had fucked her there two or three times a 
day for the past five days so it was ready and 
stretched for my onslaught.

It was the same thing each day that first week, Pet 
greeting me at the door dressed in my fantasy clothes, 
her flashing me and then me fucking her ass. By the 
third week her acting classes had kicked in, so now I 
was being greeted not only by the clothes, but by the 
actual personalities they represented. Instead of just 
flashing, she was now creating whole scenes, allowing 
her imagination to roam where it will. 

By the second month each set of clothes had developed 
it's own persona, the school girl needed help with her 
homework, pestering her daddy until he finally had to 
spank her, the secretary couldn't type or spell, 
drawing the wrath of her boss, the business woman 
screwed up a big deal and needed to be punished, the 
high school cheerleader broke curfew and faced 
discipline for it, and the girl scout trying to do a 
good deed but never getting it right, earning the ire 
of the man she was trying to help. The punishments got 
more elaborate too. 

The young girls were spanked with hands, canes, riding 
crops and paddles. The secretary was tied up or 
handcuffed to posts, benches and crossbeams. The 
businesswoman was suspended by her wrists from a 
ceiling beam. They were spanked, stropped, and given 
breast and nipple torture. Pet went willingly from step 
to step, not only accepting her role playing, but 
actively seeking it, eventually making sure each 
spanking and beating was more intense than the one 
before. 

During this time I was also building a dungeon in one 
of the empty rooms in my house. I wound up with several 
racks, a bench, an x shaped crossbar, a t shaped bar, 
and some stocks. The floor was tilted slightly so her 
squirting pussy juices could collect in a puddle out of 
the way, and which made it easier for me to make her 
drink. By the end of the third month it was finished 
and Pet was so excited to use it that she went out of 
her way even more than usual to piss me off and get a 
beating. I pissed her off right back by ignoring her 
and prolonging her mental agony to feel physical agony. 
It drove her crazy, and gave me infinite pleasure. 

I waited two days before I escorted her into the room. 
Four hours later I carried her limp and beaten body 
out. She never used her safe word and there was quite a 
puddle at the edge of the floor. I laid her body on our 
bed, her red glowing skin a sharp contrast to the white 
sheets. I massaged her body with lotion and left her to 
recover. It took a day and a half before she could sit 
down and another day before she could return to her 
duties around the house. 

Pet also took her lessons on how to sit and show her 
panties to heart, I would find her in the dining room 
sitting down, adjusting her skirt, then rising to do it 
all over again. I hid behind the door while I watched, 
moving her skirts one way or another as she critiqued 
each movement and how much of her panties were exposed. 

My heart skipped a beat and my cock got hard as I 
realized how seriously she was taking my order to be an 
exhibitionist. My Pet was more concerned about 
fulfilling my demand than about any embarrassment she 
would undergo. By the end of the third week brushing 
her skirt beneath her as she sat and then bunching the 
front up to her lap was second nature to her and she 
did it as a matter of course through out the house when 
she needed to sit. 

I also started taking her out for Sunday afternoon 
treks each week, going to parks, museums, sculpture 
gardens, nature walks, malls and amusement parks. That 
first Sunday, I took her for a walk in a park that had 
a walkway along a ridge that more often than not was 
very windy. I picked out the lightest and shortest 
dress she had. It was a spaghetti strapped pastel blue 
sun dress that came to mid thigh. 

I don't know what kind of material it was made of, but 
it was so light it would billow if you blew on it. I 
drove to the park and got her to that walkway as quick 
as I could, I was really looking forward to wandering 
around a windy park with a model on my arm wearing a 
wisp of a dress that always seemed to blow up to her 
waist showing off her sheer white panties. Pet did 
quite well for herself, after a half hour of strolling 
around with a beet red face she relaxed and just let 
the wind blow where it will, so to speak. 

At one point I walked in front of her for a ways then 
turned to look at her as she approached me. At that 
moment a sustained gust keep her dress blowing above 
her waist long enough for me to see the dark spot her 
leaking pussy caused to the front of her panties. As 
she got nearer I was able to see wisps of her blonde 
cunt hair through the transparent mesh. The two men 
standing behind me also saw, one giving a low wolf 
whistle in appreciation. 

Pet made no move to bat her skirt down, she just calmly 
and nonchalantly kept walking. And only her cheeks 
blushed instead of her entire neck and head. It was all 
down hill from there as she grew more and more relaxed 
about her exposures on every trek thereafter, 
culminating, of course, in the obligatory flash to a 
shoe salesman at a store in the mall. He happened to be 
a rather bold fellow and took Pet's exhibitionism as an 
invitation. 

After slipping a pair of shoes on her wide spread feet 
he reached his hand up her skirt and stroked her panty 
crotch. Pet sat bolt upright in her chair and 
immediately sought me out for instruction. I smiled at 
her and nodded my head, giving her permission to let 
the guy feel her up. She kept a not so sure about this 
kind of look on her face, but she did relax a bit and 
as she did so her body movement pressed her cunt 
against his fingers. 
That, he really took as an invitation, so he reached in 
his other hand, moved the band of cloth covering her 
pussy out of the way, and proceeded to finger fuck My 
Pet right in the middle of the store. Well, Pet was all 
ready turned on, so it didn't take much manipulation 
for him to hit pay dirt. 

Pet must have been really stimulated by the situation 
she was in because when she came she gushed a solid 
stream of clear liquid through the air that had no 
where to go but all over the front of the salesman's 
jacket and pants. By the time she stopped squirting, 
the guy, the floor in front of him, and the chair all 
looked liked someone had pissed on them. I thought I 
had seen all the shades, tints and hues of color My 
Pet's body could turn, but it was a purple sheen I had 
never seen before that now covered every inch of skin I 
could see. 

Without waiting for me she sprang from the chair and 
dashed out the door. Oh my poor little Pet, she left a 
wet trail behind her as she fled, offering a tell tale 
trace of how much she enjoyed that little finger fuck 
for all to see. I paused to look back at the salesman 
as I exited his store, he was a wet mess as was the 
chair and floor around him, in fact, Pet's pussy juice 
was still running off the chair and onto the floor. It 
served him right, maybe he'll learn that some dikes 
it's not better to stick a finger in.

As I drove a silent and very petulant Pet home that day 
I knew I had to deal with a pouting truth teller. If 
you squirt when you cum you can't hide how much you 
enjoyed it, and by the stream Pet let fly her enjoyment 
level was off the scale. She knew it, and she knew I 
knew it; she was completely and utterly humiliated in a 
public place by having an extreme orgasm caused by her 
complete and utter humiliation in a public place. 

I was at a loss too, do I comfort her from her shame, 
or do I comfort her with how much she obviously enjoyed 
it. With an evil shrug I picked a third course, punish 
the shit out of her for pouting, then comfort her, 
because the punishment she was going to get would make 
her forget all about her humiliation. The comfort part 
of the equation that night brought us even closer 
together. 

As I ministered to the welts and marks two hours in the 
dungeon had given her, we had a very profound and deep 
philosophical discussion about humiliation causing 
sexual stimulation causing humiliation and turned that 
into a dialogue about the meaning of circles. That led 
to talking about the concept of infinity and that 
brought us to the inevitable conclusion of a common 
belief in the benign indifference of the universe, and 
ultimately, we agreed to the devils creed, do what thou 
wilt. 

I could see on her face the mental digestion of our 
conversation, as she sifted it through her mind and 
discovered the reasons for her submissiveness. It was 
as if I was inside her mind, I could see the total 
acceptance of her desires both consciously and 
subconsciously. She was now free of any doubts she may 
have harbored about her need to be dominated and 
abused. I could see an actual glow come over her, the 
struggle between her pride and her dark desires was 
over and she was filled with an inner peace. She 
snuggled into my arms, nestling her head on my chest, 
and purred like a cat, she smiled up at me and 
whispered, yes I believe, do what thou wilt. 

The devil in me was more than ready to do it too, 
starting with Pet becoming a show off piece of ass for 
men in bars to fuck and use. My Pet's sexual 
degradation was at hand.

One Saturday evening a few weeks later I informed her 
we were going out and I wanted her to bathe, put on her 
favorite perfume and meet me in the bedroom. While she 
was cleaning up I picked out her clothes for that 
nights excursion. I found a sheer black blouse that had 
pockets in the general vicinity of her nipples, making 
it hard but not impossible to see them. I picked a 
white flared miniskirt, it was tight around her waist 
and hips, but right about where the bottoms of her ass 
cheeks would be it flared out, leaving her legs freedom 
to move. I added a bright red, silk pair of high cut 
bikini panties, black thigh highs and three inch 
stiletto heels held on by a two inch wide ankle strap. 

I watched raptly as My Pet dressed in my selections for 
her. The black blouse, white skirt and black stockings 
may have clashed but she would be easy to spot wherever 
she went. The skirt draped around her thighs, just 
barely covering the dark band of the stocking tops. 
When she walked they showed, and if she spun or 
pivoted, her skirt swished up exposing her bare thighs. 
The bright red of her panties under the white skirt 
also stood out, making them easy to see by anyone who 
wished to look. 

I decided to take the caddy because it had a huge back 
seat, My Pet was going to get her pussy fucked and I 
planned on watching every second of it. I drove to a 
hotel bar about an hour away, I thought I better start 
her off with a better class of men before taking her to 
a biker bar. I spent the time stroking her thighs, 
making sure I would come close but never actually touch 
her pussy. I grinned evilly to myself as she thrashed 
about under my hand, I was getting her very horny and 
ready for her show. 

We entered the well lit room and I steered My Pet over 
to the bar where she would have to sit on a high stool. 
A chiropractor would have become rich from the snapped 
necks she garnered as we walked through the place. I 
pulled the stool out for her to sit and then eagerly 
watched if she would follow her orders for the first 
time in public. I needn't have worried. 

In one practiced motion she slid her hands under her 
thighs as she sat, ensuring she was sitting on her 
skirt, then moved them over her crotch to bunch up her 
skirt so I could clearly see the bright red gusset of 
her panties. I even noticed a darkened spot where some 
cunt juice had leaked out. I smiled as she turned on 
the seat so her knees were pointing in to the bar so no 
one could see up her skirt. 

If she would have looked down she would have seen that 
she may have saved a look at her panties but she was 
exposing a good three inches of bare thigh above the 
tops of her stockings. Every single man in the place 
was grabbing peeks at her, even the coupled men were 
looking until caught by their companions. I bought her 
a Long Island Tea and waited about fifteen minutes 
before I made her turn and sit facing the men at the 
tables. I leaned over to whisper in her ear while at 
the same time running my hand up her thigh from knee to 
cunt, making sure her skirt was well out of the way and 
for the first time touching her cunt, but only for an 
instant and only very lightly. 

It was still enough to cause her a small spasm. As I 
ran my hand back down her thighs to her knees I told 
her to look around the bar, and if you see a man 
looking at you, you are to smile at him. She took a 
stiff drink and did as I said. I was sitting facing the 
bar which luckily had a mirror so I could see the 
reaction of the men as Pet sat facing them. I noticed 
one well dressed gentleman about my age staring very 
intently. 

Most of the men looked away when My Pet spotted them 
looking at her, but not him, he evened smiled back at 
her and raised his glass in salute. I saw him motion 
over a waitress and a few moments later she approached 
us saying the gentleman would like to buy us a drink. I 
said thank you, ordered another Tea for Pet and took 
the opportunity to go over and thank him personally.

As I neared I got a better look at him, well dressed, 
well groomed, and from the look of the Rolex on his 
wrist, well to do. He was perfect for my scheme, now to 
see if he would take up my proposition. When I reached 
him I stuck out my hand and thanked him for his 
generosity. He thanked me for mine, saying he had never 
seen such a beautiful woman dressed so provocatively. I 
didn't waste any time, I leaned closer and asked if he 
would like to fuck her. He almost fell off his chair 
and looked at me very skeptically. 

"On the up and up," I said, "you can fuck her but I 
have to be there to watch, that's the only 
stipulation."

He looked at me once again, doubt in his eyes. 

"Come on," I said, "I'll introduce you."

I grabbed his arm and nearly had to drag him to a 
standing position, but once he was up he came willingly 
to meet my date. I guided him over to My Pet and spoke 
aloud to her, Pet, this is the man who's going to fuck 
your pussy, would you please escort him out to the car 
and show him the back seat while I settle up our tab. 
Both their mouths dropped open, but once Pet saw the 
look in my eye she instantly stood up, took the man by 
his hand and with her head held high she led him out of 
the bar. I looked in the mirror and saw them followed 
by all the eyes in the joint, My Pet was a success, she 
did good for her first time in public. I paid the bill 
and slowly walked out the door, all the while watching 
them whisper to themselves and point their fingers at 
me. 

By the time I reached the car and peeked in the back 
window. Pet was all ready lying on the seat with the 
mans head stuck up her skirt between her spread legs. 
He was feverishly kissing and mouthing her panty 
covered crotch, but because of the bad lighting I 
couldn't see much more. I opened the passengers door 
and the interior light came on, illuminating Pets shiny 
red panties stuck to her cunt by the mans saliva and 
her own juices. 

He looked up, startled by the sudden intrusion, but I 
just waved at him and told him to continue. I reminded 
him I wanted to watch and the light just made it easier 
to see what was going on. He finally tilted his head 
and looked at me quizzically. He decided I was nuts, 
shrugged his shoulders and went back to eating out My 
Pet. When he had Pet thrashing around on the seat he 
lowered his pants and began to unbutton her blouse. 

He started taking it off when I stopped him. Leave her 
dressed, I said, I want you to fuck her while she's 
wearing her clothes. Again, he didn't say a word, just 
shrugged his shoulders and put his mouth on her left 
tit and started sucking her nipple. This caused Pet to 
have her first orgasm and I was presented with a gush 
of pussy juice which soaked her panties and dribbled 
down her thighs. 

The man then raised up on his elbows and pushed his 
cock into her panty covered cunt which gave way easily 
and they both slipped into her pussy. He fucked My Pet 
like the panties weren't even there, and I guessed they 
weren't, because one time when he withdrew far enough I 
couldn't see her panties at all, just a thin strip 
wrapped around a leg. A few minutes later he grunted, 
groaned, and went stiff as he shot his load in Pet's 
sweet pussy. 

He collapsed on top of her and rested a few minutes 
longer, then jumped up, looked at me and thanked me for 
letting him fuck the most beautiful woman he had ever 
met. I said no problem, I think she enjoyed it, and 
motioned my head toward her collapsed and sprawled out 
body. He smiled, pulled up his pants, shook my hand and 
left. 

I jumped into the back seat with her and stroked her 
forehead and cheeks. She smiled at me and turned her 
head to kiss my hand. That was wonderful she purred and 
passed out on me. I laughed, got into the drivers seat 
and drove us home. My Pet had done well her first time 
as a fuck toy.

The next time went even easier, Pet didn't turn to the 
bar this time, she faced the crowd as she went through 
her sitting routine and when she was finished she 
leaned back against the bar rail and made no pretense 
of the fact her underpants were on display. I didn't 
have to ask anyone to fuck her this time either. Even 
though she was sitting next to me, no fewer than six 
guys chatted her up, or rather down as few of them took 
their eyes off the juncture of her thighs where her 
panties were exposed. 

Pet made polite conversation with them all, and when 
one of them got the nerve to mention the way she was 
sitting she blithely explained to him about being my 
submissive and that I demand she sit this way, and that 
she was going to fuck one of the men in the bar this 
evening so I can watch her do it. He stammered a 
response about please put his name in the hat and 
staggered away. Pet looked at me for approval of what 
she had done and I couldn't help but hug and kiss her. 
Then with that evil spirit in me chuckling with dark 
glee, I whispered to her to go select three of the men 
that talked to her and tell them if they follow you out 
to your car you will fuck them one at a time. 

God bless My Pet, she didn't flinch, blanch, or 
hesitate. She hopped down from the stool and one by one 
found the men for her mini gangbang. Needless to say 
none of the men turned her down and I watched as she 
proudly strutted out the door with her three salivating 
hounds following close behind. I finished my drink, 
paid our tab and strolled out to the car. 

As I neared the car I heard Pet say no, you must leave 
my clothes on. If you want to fuck me just push my 
skirt out of the way, move my panties and put that cock 
of yours up my hot wet cunt. Holy cow, I had never 
heard anything like that before, I was stunned, turned 
on and deeper in love all at the same time. Sure 
enough, by the time I opened the door to shed some 
light on the fuck fest Pet was in her familiar position 
sprawled across the backseat with another strangers 
cock sawing away at her pussy. She had her legs locked 
around his hips and was giving as much as she was 
getting. 

It was a good thing the caddies seats are leather 
because from the moment the first dick slithered up her 
hole she was spewing her crystal liquid. It didn't 
geyser like in the shoe store, it was just a constant 
and continuous stream. Pet fucked each man in turn, two 
depositing their loads up her snatch and one saying he 
always wanted to cum on the face of a beautiful blonde, 
ejaculated with his cock inches from Pet's lips. 

Staying true to the new woman she was becoming, Pet 
opened her mouth and looked the guy in the eyes as he 
spurted wad after wad into her open mouth. He sprayed 
so much she gagged and dribbled the excess cum over her 
lower lip. She was left with one long thin string of 
sperm hanging from her chin, and when she moved her 
head it wound up draped across her throat. It was an 
exquisite sight and made me instantly think of having 
her face awash in cum. 

Two weeks later Saturday night found Pet in the 
backseat with five men who agreed that they could fuck 
her only if they finished by cumming on her face. Pet 
was well fucked and her face was covered in a thick 
slime when they were finished with her. But I wasn't. I 
pulled Pet up from her splayed position and took her 
back into the bar where I paraded her all around, 
making sure anyone who wanted to look could see a 
stunningly beautiful blonde with her face covered in 
cum. It was still dripping and running from her 
forehead, cheeks, lips and chin. The lights of the bar 
made it shine and hard to miss. 

After our tour of the bar I followed her out the door 
and just happened to look down. I smiled widely, My Pet 
was leaving a liquid trail again. I first noticed it at 
the doorway so I stopped and turned to look behind me. 
Sure enough, there was a wet track on the floor that 
traced our route. 

Pet had handled herself in a very classy manner, she 
was able to suppress her utter embarrassment while 
reveling in the sexual ecstasy it triggered. It was a 
satiated Pet I drove home this night. She was too 
exhausted for our ass fuck, so after I bathed her, 
washing all traces of the men from her body, I put her 
to bed. Then I straddled her head with my knees, rested 
my ass on her chest and proceeded to jack off over her 
face, making sure that it was my cum and my cum only, 
she woke up with caked on her face, and to remind her 
who she belongs to.

At one point Pet had her first lesbian experience. She 
hardly squirted at all when the woman made her cum by 
eating her. In our after the experience conversation I 
mentioned how little she squirted and Pet admitted she 
wasn't as turned on by the woman as she was by the men 
I let fuck her. After some discussion we decided that 
the woman was too gentle, My Pet needed to feel used 
and abused to be sexually gratified. 

As for me, I was intrigued to see up close how a woman 
sucked another woman's cunt. I learned a lot about how 
to make love orally to a woman that night, indeed the 
next time I dined at My Pet's y she came harder and 
longer than ever, almost drowning me in her spewing 
stream of cunt juice.

As time went by we fell into a very comfortable 
lifestyle, learning to live with each others quirks and 
foibles while at the same time exploring Pet's limits, 
which, we discovered, she didn't have many. Because of 
her career we had to be careful how far we went in 
leaving marks and bruises, but Pet's ability to 
enjoy/endure pain seemed boundless, we even got to the 
point that the beatings made her squirt, with the more 
pain administered the further, longer and harder the 
spurt. 

But what really got me hard and kept me hard was Pet's 
truly boundless desire to be used as a fuck toy. It got 
to the point that once in a while I took Pet to a bar 
and told her I had no orders for her, she was free to 
act on her own. I liked getting the time off from being 
her brain, and I really enjoyed seeing what she would 
stir up for herself. She never failed to take my breath 
away with her exuberance as she became the 
exhibitionist caldron of lust her darkest desires 
needed her to be.

 What fond memories they are: the time she sat on a bar 
stool facing the customers sitting and standing across 
from her and played with her self until she came in a 
gush that spewed a good two feet out of her cunt and 
onto the floor, after a round of applause she fucked 
and sucked seven men and two women;

the time she sat on the edge of a raised dance floor 
and told me to fist her like I did the first time we 
met, while she sucked off any man who wanted to cum in 
her mouth or on her face. I was so busy concentrating 
on reaming her cunt with my fist and arm that I didn't 
count the men who used her mouth to shoot a load of cum 
in, but Pet estimated between fifteen and twenty men, 
plus one woman who raised her skirt and sat on her 
mouth. 

I'm pretty sure my own self that Pet took even more of 
my arm up her snatch than the first time I fisted her, 
she wouldn't allow me to fuck her, she held my wrist 
still and fucked my hand and arm on her own, and I 
swear to god, while in the throes of succumbing to her 
carnal lust, she gave one ultra violent shove and my 
arm disappeared all the way up to two inches from my 
elbow, that one caused her to spit out the cock in her 
mouth as she let out a banshee sized scream that even 
drowned out the sound system. 

My arm, bicep, and shoulder were hit with a tidal wave 
of crystal clear pussy liquid that left my shirt and 
suit coat looking like I took a shower in them. Pet 
collapsed back on to the dance floor where I let two or 
three guys get their nut on her face and chest before I 
took her home. It took a long time for her pussy walls 
to contract to semi normal size from this assault so 
the next time I took her out she hadn't been fucked in 
her cunt for quite awhile, which led to the time we had 
when she was let loose in a biker bar. 

Pet hadn't had a cock up her cunt in almost a month so 
she was damped and ready to roar while I dressed her in 
one of those short denim skirts that look like they 
were hand cut but actually sell that way, it covered 
about three inches of her thighs as it flared out 
around them, and with any movement whatsoever revealed 
she wasn't wearing panties. I left her golden bush in 
open view, though it hardly covered her pussy lips, 
which left her constantly aroused clit exposed like a 
beacon on a hill. 

Pet took that bar by storm. With no panties to catch 
and absorb her dripping cunt, every time she stood in 
one spot for a moment she left a puddle, when one biker 
in a drunken fog finally asked Pet if she knew she was 
peeing on the barroom floor, she replied it's not piss, 
it's juice from my cunt 'cause I am so fucking horny, 
within five minutes she was nude and spread-eagled on 
top of a pool table.

I asked around for some straps or rope and came up with 
enough to tie her hands and ankles to the corners of 
the table, three different men fucked her in the time 
it took me to bind her to the table, leaving only her 
pelvis able to move, and move it did, it took sixteen 
men, fucking her between the various beatings, slaps, 
and swats given to her thighs, pussy and clit, while 
untold others fucked her mouth, interspersed with bitch 
slaps to her cheeks, while still more uncounted others 
fucked her tits between slaps, punches and pinches 
administered to her breasts and nipples, and over two 
hours of constant orgasms before she finally was 
drained, the river of pussy juice that swamped us all 
had become just a trickle.

Pet's waist and crotch had stopped it's perpetual 
grinding motion, I untied her from the corners of the 
table and repositioned her so she was bent over the 
table with her wide spread ankles tied to the legs and 
her arms tied together at the wrists and then tied to 
the opposite end of the table, stretching her out and 
putting her ass directly over the edge of the table, 
exposing the butt plug in her ass, (keeping it closed 
to all but me,) her ruby red cunt lips and clit, and 
those perfect ass cheeks, begging to be spanked, 
paddled, whipped, caned, and stropped, all of which was 
done to her over the next three hours.

As her beating progressed her pussy juice started 
flowing again, telling us torturers' that our work was 
being appreciated, someone in the crowd suggested 
another way to bind and beat her, and like a whirlwind 
the image the suggestion invoked swept the hoard of 
men, in an instant she was moved from the table with 
her wrists still bound together until she stood 
underneath a crossbeam, a rope was slung around it and 
attached to her wrist binds while her ankles were tied 
together.

Then several men pulled the rope until My Pet found 
herself dangling in mid air, suspended by her wrists 
and slowly turning like a pig on a spit, almost on cue, 
four men surrounded her, each holding the leather belt 
from their pants, then one after the other they began 
to whip My Pet from her neck to the soles of her feet, 
not missing an inch of her skin as her body tuned and 
twisted as it hung in the air.

It took another hour when I noticed My Pet was 
literally limp as a wet dish rag, the only evidence of 
her consciousness the ever present stream of crystal 
liquid seeping from her cunt lips, I wasn't the only 
one who learned to read Pet by how the juices burst 
forth from her pussy, the men began to paddle her body 
methodically, striking a blow and then waiting to see 
the reaction of her squirt, one blow produced a two 
foot arch and instantly that area of her body was 
attacked unmercifully.

The new onslaught producing an even stronger reaction 
as she squirted another foot further than the original, 
over the next hour or so we found six more spots that 
made her spurt, and then squirt harder when we 
concentrated our effort, then, for the first time, I 
heard Pet say the safe word.

I immediately cut her down and freed her hands and 
ankles from their bindings, her body was a mess of 
sweat, cum, welts, abrasions, teeth marks, and clamp 
marks, all highlighted by the scarlet tint of her skin, 
it took awhile for Pet to recover from this experience, 
and we have never come close to repeating its' 
intensity, although, so far, this is our favorite 
exploit to reenact as part of our love making the time 
she played strip pool and after she lost her blouse and 
skirt, leaving her dressed in heels, thigh highs and 
panties, she came up to me and whispered in my ear that 
she wanted to be spanked and fucked right then and 
there, and that I should follow her lead.

She turned to the men and told them that if she lost 
again she was not going to take off anymore clothes, 
then looking at me said, and there was nothing they 
could do about it, I picked up the cue and menacingly 
told her we didn't take kindly to people who reneged on 
their bets, she swore at me and told me to fuck off.

I was shocked that she would talk to me like that and 
immediately grabbed her and as urgently as I could 
while she fought me I put her over my lap and began 
whaling on her ass as hard as I could, a shocked 
silence filled the room, the only sound the smack of my 
hand on Pets panty covered ass cheeks, after twenty or 
so swats I looked around the room and told the men I 
was getting tired and she still needed more punishment 
and with a gesture of my hand offered her ass to anyone 
who wanted to spank it.

Twelve men spanked her, eighteen or nineteen fucked 
her, the night she told me she had a confession to 
make, when, at my behest, she went to the dirty 
bookstore to get some toys, she saw that it had an 
extensive security video system, this caused her to 
have a fantasy of going to the store to get fucked by 
anyone who was there, getting the security tapes of her 
gangbang and then bringing it home to me so we could 
snuggle and watch it together.

My dick sprang to full throttle, and as I fucked her 
ass I told her I would talk to the owner of the store 
and gave her my permission to fulfill her fantasy, a 
week later, nestled together in bed we watched as Pet, 
wearing her secretary outfit, entered the store, openly 
flirted with the men there, walked around bending over 
and squatting down, exposing her panty covered cunt and 
ass.

Then she walked by each man brushing against them and 
rubbing their arms or shoulders, then the men touching 
her in return, their touches getting more and more 
brazen as hands roamed over her tits and up her skirt, 
then the collective realization that the beautiful 
blonde was begging to be fucked, then her clothes being 
removed and then she was on a table cleared of video 
boxes with a swipe of the hand, then the first of what 
would be eight men fucking her, ahhh the memories. 
However eight months into our now comfortable way of 
life, happenstance threw us a curve in the form of 
Pet's niece, Karin.

One morning Pet got a call from her agency, someone 
from a courthouse in the southern part of the state had 
called and wanted her to call them back. When Pet 
called she learned her older sister and her husband had 
been busted for making and dealing meth and their 
fourteen year old daughter, Karin, was being taken away 
from them and unless Pet claimed her, she would be put 
in foster care. Pet was shocked and speechless, she 
looked at me with questioning eyes. 

I asked her what she knew of her niece, she said not 
much, she hadn't seen her for five or six years. I took 
the phone, inquired of the person on the other end if 
we could see her without her knowledge and then make a 
decision, and when given a positive response made an 
appointment to see what Pet's niece was like, with the 
idea that if she met with our approval she would live 
in my house. 

I told Pet that I didn't mind her living with us, but 
only if her presence did nothing to alter our display 
of open sensuality, Pet tried to remind me she was only 
fourteen years old, I leered at her, the evil in me all 
ready scheming about how to get a teenager to obey my 
desires, Pet, I said seriously, if she is going to live 
with us, she is going to know everything about our 
relationship, I will also tell her that if she wants to 
live in our house she will have to become part of that 
relationship, and she will be given the choice to 
accept it or not, just as you were. 

"But she's only fourteen?" Pet said.

"I know," I replied, looking her in the eyes. "You 
don't think I want you to dress like a little girl just 
for kicks do you? I have a serious passion to ravish 
teenage girls, and I am not going to let this 
opportunity to fulfill it pass. If she decides to live 
here, you will be given the choice of agreeing to her 
becoming a part of our lifestyle, which means I will be 
fucking and punishing you both, or you can opt out of 
our arraignment."

Pet didn't say a word, then mumbled she had laundry to 
finish and left the room. Later that night as we 
cuddled in bed, she said she would agree to Karin 
joining us, but she was afraid of feeling jealous. I 
was touched, I rocked her in my arms, and told her she 
will always be first in my heart and in my thoughts, 
and if it would make her feel better, I would make sure 
Karin understood, "Besides, now you won't have to dress 
like a teenager unless you want to because we'll have 
our own real live one."

She smiled and looked at me, then asked, you mean I 
could have my own submissive, I laughed, "If you think 
you have some domme in you, then, yes, she will be your 
own little sub."

Pet cooed in reply, I might like that, someone to take 
my anger at you out on. Hey now, I said, and playfully 
swatted her ass for her impudence, we wrestled around 
in bed for awhile, then just before falling asleep we 
made plans for the trip to see her niece. I fell asleep 
dreaming about owning a nubile teenage body, I later 
learned Pet fell asleep dreaming about having her own 
sub. 

We drove down state to where Karin was being housed. As 
we drove I asked about her sister and learned that they 
weren't very close, she was a beauty pageant winner 
turned model too, but she and her male model husband 
got in a fiery car crash that left them scarred and out 
of work. They got depressed, blamed each other for the 
accident and then turned to drugs. With models for 
parents I wondered what Karin would look like, I was 
not disappointed. 

Pet and I were ushered into a room with a one way 
mirror and a speaker. Karin entered the room we faced 
and sat down in a chair next to a desk. She was wearing 
a short drab gray button front dress. She was just as 
beautiful as Pet, except she was tiny, maybe five feet 
tall and ninety pounds. Her face would give Helen of 
Troy a run for her money, with long raven black hair 
that reached the small of her back. She was small 
breasted with boyish hips and thin legs, and, from what 
I could see, a very tight oval shaped ass. 

A woman entered and told her that her aunt and a friend 
of her aunt were there to see how she was doing and to 
see if there was anything they could do for her. She 
left, came into our room and got Pet and me. We were 
introduced to Karin and for the next ten minutes she 
and Pet recalled family memories while I watched her 
carefully. 

I looked in her eyes and saw intelligence there, that 
was a good sign, then I asked her some questions of my 
own, about school, favorite classes, friends, then I 
asked if she had any opinions about how life was 
treating her, what with her family break up and all, 
and her outlook for the future. She answered 
forthrightly, and even though still just fourteen she 
said some things that made me realize she was able to 
comprehend complex thoughts and maybe even have an 
inkling of logic.

I told her I had some more questions for her but since 
it was such a beautiful day out would she mind walking 
while we talked. It was nice enough outside, but I 
really wanted to get away from the microphones and one 
way mirror for the rest of my interview. Karin said 
sure and we all got up to go outside. I told Pet to 
stay inside, in a commanding way and looked to see how 
Karin took my tone of voice and Pet's reaction. 

Her eyebrows raised as she watched Pet obey my order 
and turn away. I saw her mouth drop a little when she 
saw that the turn Pet made caused her skirt to flare 
out and reveal bare skin above the top of her 
stockings. I escorted Karin out the door and down the 
steps toward a pathway leading around the building. I 
told her that I was a very rich man, and that I had to 
be very careful about who I let into my life and I 
needed to ask her some questions that were going to be 
very personal and I expected her to be open and candid 
with her answers. 

"If I am satisfied that she is answering truthfully I 
will reveal some very personal information about her 
aunt and I. Then, if she thinks she can live with those 
revelations, she would be welcomed in our house and in 
our life with open arms and open wallet." I told her 
she would never want for comfort or monetary security 
the rest of her life. 

I gave her a few moments to think about what I said, 
then asked if she wanted to proceed. She nodded her 
head, I said no, that wouldn't do, I wanted verbal 
communication from her, and asked again if she was 
ready. This time she replied yes. I said okay, then 
told her that her aunt and I have a very sexual and 
open relationship, that I wasn't going to change that 
relationship because she was coming to live with us, 
and that I needed to explain to her the extent of the 
relationship her aunt and I shared so she would see the 
type of life she would be exposed to while at the same 
time asking her questions about her own sexuality so I 
would get an idea of how much she could be told. 

She stopped walking and looked at me, what, are you 
some kind of pervert, and then she giggled. I gently 
put my hand under her chin and lifted her face to mine 
so she could look in my eyes when I replied as sweetly 
as I could, "Yes, as a matter of fact, I am."

She stepped back from my touch and said she was just 
kidding. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "But 
I'm not. Now, do you want to continue this conversation 
and find out how perverted I am? Or shall I walk you 
back to the matron and let you drift from one uncaring 
family to another." I turned my back to her and began 
to walk away. 

A few seconds later I felt a tug on my arm and turned 
around. Karin had her head down, staring at her shoes, 
but she spoke quite distinctly when she said she would 
answer my questions. I stuck out my hand and smiled at 
her and said lets shake on our deal, it broke the ice, 
she giggled. smiled at me, shook my hand vigorously, 
and we continued walking. 

Before I could say anything Karin jumped around me and 
breathlessly asked are you really a pervert. I laughed 
and said yes, again, and my perversions are wide and 
varied. Then I asked her what did she think a pervert 
was. She thought a bit and then said it was a dirty old 
man naked under a long coat who hung around the school 
playground trying to look up the girl's skirts as they 
played during recess. "You have personal knowledge of 
such a person?" I asked. 

"Oh sure," she said, "last year once a week this guy 
would walk by our park and stop by the slide and swing 
sets."

"How did you girls treat him?" I asked. 

"We ignored him mostly, except once," and when she said 
this she looked at the ground. I was immediately 
intrigued. 

"And what about that one time, Karin, tell me what 
happened."

"My friend Peggy and I were talking about him when we 
decided that the next time we saw him we would raise 
our skirts so he could see our panties."

"And what happened then?" I prompted.

She giggled and replied, "We saw him the very next day 
so we walked over towards him and lifted our skirts so 
he could see the front of our panties, then he opened 
his coat and we saw he was naked and I saw his thingy."

I laughed, "His thingy?"

"Yeah, you know, that thing between a man legs."

"Do you know what that thingy is called Karin?" I 
whispered. 

She blushed and said, "Now I do, I didn't when Peggy 
and I saw it."

"Oh?" I raised my eyebrows, "and what happened between 
then and now?"

Karin rubbed the toe of her shoe in the dirt before 
answering. "I couldn't get the image of that guy's 
thing out of my mind, I had to see one again, so I 
asked Timmy, a boy I had a crush on if he would show me 
his thingy. He laughed just like you and said if I 
would say let me see your cock, he would show it to me. 
I said it and after school that day he dropped his 
pants and underwear and let me look at his cock. When 
she said cock she blurted it out and looked straight at 
me."

"What happened then?" I urged her on.

"Well, then he wanted me to touch it, I wouldn't at 
first, but when I wanted to see it again he would only 
do it if I touched it. So I did."

"And what did you think when you touched it?" I asked.

"It was smooth and then it jumped like a frog in my 
hand and scared me, he asked me to stroke it up and 
down, and when I did it got real hard. I stroked him 
for a minute or two and then he groaned and jerked and 
suddenly this white stuff jumped out of the top and 
covered my hand."

"Do you know what that white stuff was?" I interjected.

"Now I do, it's sperm, the stuff that makes babies," 
she replied proudly.

"Very good, and how did you learn that?"

"Well, after that first time I touched him, I really 
liked it and wanted to do it more, but the next time he 
said he wanted to see my pussy before I could see his 
cock. You're going to think this is funny, but I said 
yes, even though I didn't understand why he wanted to 
see my cat."

We both burst out laughing, and then she continued, 
"But when I told him my cat was at home he told me what 
a pussy is. From that day on we would meet in his 
garage after school where we would strip and touch each 
others sex, I would stroke him, and he would rub my 
slit."

"How did you like his touch?" I asked.

"It was okay," she said, "I discovered I have this 
little button down there and whenever he would touch it 
I would shiver and feel sparks through my body, but he 
never touched it enough. Then one day he asked me to 
put to put his cock in my mouth, I told him no, that 
was a dirty thing to do, then he showed me some 
pictures of women putting guy's cocks in their mouths 
and he said if they could do it I could too. I said no 
again, but then he threatened to stop letting me see 
and touch him.

"I didn't want to lose the feeling of being his 
girlfriend so I agreed to do it. So I bent over and put 
the tip on my lips and it didn't taste too bad, so I 
opened them up and put it in my mouth, I didn't know 
what else to do, so I just left it there. I was 
wondering what to do next when I felt this wet stuff 
fill my mouth. It tasted like a salty clam chowder so I 
swallowed it. After that I put him in my mouth every 
time we got together. I grew to like the taste of his 
sperm."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but my cock sure 
did, it was straining to be free from my pants. "How 
long did your meetings with him last?" I breathlessly 
asked her.

"All school year," she replied, "but after the second 
month he started bringing other guys around, he wanted 
me to put their cocks in my mouth too."

My mouth dropped open, "And did you?" I gushed. 

"Oh yes, by this time Timmy had shown me some sex 
filled DVDs' and the women sucked cocks in every one of 
them, so I figured that was just a part of having sex 
and I just tried to imitate what those women did, I got 
to be pretty good at making them sperm in my mouth."

"How, how many boy's cocks did you put in your mouth?" 
I stammered.

"I don't really know, I never counted, but one time 
there was seven boys in the garage and I put each one 
of them in my mouth and swallowed all their sperm when 
they spurted."

I detected no small amount of pride behind that 
statement. "Are you still a virgin?" I wondered. 

"Oh yeah, well, kinda, I think. No boy ever put his 
cock in me, but they did put their fingers in me and 
other objects too, like tool handles and broomsticks. 
I'm sure my hymen's gone, but not from a cock." 

I tried to gather my thoughts, what I had just heard 
had me mind boggled. "Wow, Karin I'm very impressed, 
you are quite the sophisticated young lady, so you may 
all ready be familiar with some of the things I'm going 
to tell you now that it's my turn. Have you ever heard 
or talked about how some people get sexually stimulated 
by acting dominant to someone acting submissive?"

She looked at me with that puzzled puppy tilted head 
look so I searched for another way to explain it. 
"Okay, look at it this way, some people get sexual 
excitement from being bossed around while others get 
turned on by being the one who does the bossing. I saw 
a light bulb go in her head. Your aunt Phyllis and I 
have such a relationship, and we live it and express it 
in our everyday lives. You need to know what goes on in 
the house you may be living in. I enjoy telling your 
aunt how to behave, I tell her what to eat, and what to 
wear. 

"When we first got together I gave her a set of rules 
that she was to obey if she was going to live with me. 
Your aunt feels safe in putting her everyday decisions 
in my hands, she likes being told what to do, she also 
likes to be punished when she disobeys me."

Karin's eyes bulged open, but she remained mute. 

"Your aunt never feels more alive than when she is 
getting her ass spanked or her tits and nipples 
slapped. Now a white face joined those bulging eyes as 
Karin reacted to the words she was hearing." I went on, 
"Giving and getting pain as part of the sex act, for 
most people, is very hard to understand let alone 
accept as a form of sexual expression, but some people, 
your aunt and I included, need to have that outlet in 
order to lead what for us is a healthy life. 

"Am I making sense to you Karin? Or am I just babbling 
and talking over your head?"

She smiled ruefully and said she thought she 
understood. I replied, "We can go into more detail by 
surfing the net together and I can show you the 
different sides of the lifestyle, and answer any 
questions you may have about it. Do you know what a 
dungeon is?" I suddenly asked her.

She was startled a bit and then said, "Yeah, that's 
where people are tortured and killed."

"Have you ever seen pictures of the things that are 
used to torture people with?" I pressed. 

"I remember seeing a picture of a rack, where they 
stretched people out on," she answered.

"Well, Karin, you should know that I have a dungeon in 
my house, and you should also know that your aunt and I 
make use of it quite often."

Now her mouth dropped open and she looked downright 
scared. "I'm sorry if I'm frightening you, Karin, but 
you must know everything about how your aunt and I 
live, because we are not going to change if you move 
in. That means you're the one who will have to change, 
Karin, and that change means not only accepting our 
lifestyle, but also becoming a willing participant in 
it."

She had a totally blank look on her face, like her 
brain was trying to comprehend everything it heard and 
needed help with the process. I snapped my fingers in 
front of her lost gaze until she came out of her 
trance. When she once more was able to focus on me I 
told her there was one more side to her aunts' and my 
relationship she needed to know about, the sexual side.

I cleared my voice and just blurted it out, "Your aunt 
is my sex toy and my slut." Now that we were talking 
about sex Karin had a better understanding of what I 
was saying, and replied, "So you two like to fuck, 
that's cool, I can handle that."

"Well, it goes deeper than that Karin."

Now that she seemed on firm ground, she derisively 
sneered, "Deeper? It's sex, how deep can it get?"

I laughed, "That's funny, and normally I would agree 
with you, but your aunt and I like our sex with a 
slightly different bent. You know what a slut is, 
right?"

She said yes. I asked if she was called one because of 
her sucking off those boys, she nodded and said, "yeah, 
it pissed her off."

I said, "It made you mad because you didn't feel like a 
slut, you were just doing something you enjoyed and 
gave you pleasure."

"Yes, yes," she exploded, "that is so right on it's 
scary."

"Well, that's your aunt too, she has a deep rooted need 
to be fucked and used by lots of men. As your aunt and 
I grew closer together I was able to give her the 
permission she needed to let her desires run free, 
while at the same time she fills a deep rooted desire 
in me to have a female sex toy at my disposal who will 
fuck anyone I tell her to, anytime I tell her to, and 
anywhere I tell her to."

Karin was once again lost in thought and seemed to be 
unaware I was even by her side. I let her take all the 
time she needed, until she finally shook her head and 
said, "That's quite the life the two of you live."

I smiled at her, "I know, and if you can handle one 
more shock, it's a life I'm ready to offer to you too."

She looked at me with the stunned expression I 
expected. "I don't know if you realize Karin," I 
continued, "but I am a very rich man and I am willing 
to legally adopt you and make you my heir, which means 
when I die you will inherit almost a billion dollars," 
I looked at her and stopped talking, she was gone 
again, so I had to shake her to get her attention back. 
She finally looked at me with some recognition in her 
eyes. 

"Please Karin, you need to pay attention to what I am 
saying, your future depends on it. Are you listening to 
me?" she nodded her head. I grabbed her by the 
shoulders and shook her hard, "no you're not paying 
attention, I told you once all ready, and I don't like 
repeating myself, I can't hear a head shake. Now, you 
either learn to verbally express yourself or we are 
through before we begin."

Karin understood my anger although she didn't 
comprehend the punishment her behavior warranted. She 
apologized and said she would do better. I told her I 
hoped so and asked if I had her undivided attention. 
She started to nod, caught herself and answered aloud, 
"Yes sir."

"Good, because what I am about to say needs your total 
concentration. Like I said, I'm near a billionaire, and 
I want to buy you."

"Buy me?" she questioned.

"Yes, buy you. I will adopt you, make you my heir and 
you inherited my fortune, in exchange you become, in 
essence, my slave, living for nothing but to fulfill my 
every want, need, and desire that my perverted mind 
devises. Still with me I?" asked. Again she almost 
nodded, stopped and said, "Yes."

I put my hands on her cheeks and held her face as I 
made her look into my eyes. "This is the most important 
part of our bargain, Karin, you need to understand so 
you know what you are agreeing to. I want your 
undivided attention, okay?"

She put her hands over mine and promised to listen to 
my every word. I leaned into her as I spoke, "I am 
going to make you my little fuck bunny, you will always 
be dressed as a little girl, but every male who looks 
at you will know instantly that you will let them do 
whatever they want to and with your body. While you are 
living under my roof your life will revolve around 
getting fucked as often as possible with as many 
different men and in as many different places as 
possible. That is a lot to ask of a teenage girl, and 
that is why you need to have a completely clear head to 
make your decision. I don't know how long the state has 
given you before they put you in a home, so how much 
time you have before you need to decide feel free to 
use it."

"What about aunt Phyllis?" Karin asked.

"Your aunt does what I tell her, she has no say in the 
matter. Oh, by the way, your aunt's name is no longer 
Phyllis it's Pet, and you are to call her aunt Pet."

We didn't speak again as we walked back to the 
building, both of us in deep thought, she pondering her 
future, me picturing her in a gangbang with my business 
associates, then blackmailing them with pictures of 
their actions showing their debauchery with my under 
age ward. Ahhh, life couldn't get much better then 
this. I will have to remember to thank my son, if I 
ever see him again. After all, it was his idiocy that 
started this turn of events to begin with. 

We arrived at the front door where we were met by Pet 
and the matron, I was about to speak to her when Karin 
spoke first. Her words were music to my ears, she told 
the woman that her aunt and I had offered to let her 
live with them and she would like to accept their 
offer. It took all my self control to keep from 
shouting, so I used the group hug we engaged in to 
gather my wits. The woman and I went inside to hash out 
the legalities of making Karin my ward, leaving her and 
Pet to talk. 

Finally, after what seemed like ages, all the eyes were 
dotted and the tees were crossed. I was Karin's legal 
guardian. I stood, accepted the thanks of the state for 
taking an unwanted child off their hands, and left her 
office. I now owned my own personal teenage nymphets. 
Dreams can come true, but having tons of money never 
hurts, either.

When I returned I told Karin she was able to come home 
with us right then and there, and to go get any 
personal and sentimental items she wanted to keep. As 
she turned to walk away, I told her she didn't need to 
bring any clothes, she would be getting an all new 
wardrobe. I watched my new acquisition skip away, then 
turned my attention to My Pet. 

I could see a slight tinge of red at the base of her 
neck, so I assumed something she and Karin talked about 
embarrassed her. Pet made me proud of her training, she 
didn't wait for me to ask what they talked about, she 
just started right in telling me the highlights of 
their conversation. She said the first thing Karin 
asked her was if she really liked fucking lots of men 
and she told her yes, then Karin asked what it was 
like. 

Pet tried to explain to her how she felt powerful, 
having a group of men do any little thing she wanted, 
just so they could get a chance to put their cocks in 
her cunt, while at the same time feeling powerless 
because those same men would do any little thing they 
wanted, to her body. Pet told me she didn't think Karin 
understood because she quickly asked another question, 
this one about what was it liked to be spanked. I asked 
her how she answered. 

Pet gave me a big grin as she related how she told 
Karin that it was hard to explain, but that she would 
be honored if Karin would let her show her what it's 
like. I smiled and said oh would you now. By this time 
Karin had returned so I and my two sex slaves got into 
the car for the ride home and into even more new and 
varied games and adventures. 

To be continued...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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