The Dirtiest Daddy's Taboo

by Alina Nicholson

  I moved as quickly as I could, brushing my teeth, using the toilet, and then showering all under her stern gaze. Once I was out of the shower and dried, Mistress fixed a collar around my neck. It was a broad collar, made of some sort of metal and clamped tightly around my throat. Into a ring welded to the side she hooked a leash and immediately dragged me naked back into the bedroom and pushed me down on the bed.

  "Sit up, slut."

  "Yes, Mistress."

  At least I remembered my response. A man walked into the room with a package and Mistress had him kneel in front of me. He busied himself looking at the thigh bands that held the chains attached to my labia and reached into his bag and pulled out some sort of tool. He then disconnected the chains and cut the bands off my thighs. Before I could enjoy the sensation of having been rid of them he started to put new bands on my thighs. I cringed as I saw they were somewhat similar, but read His Slut Slave on the side.

  Efficiently he affixed both of them and then attached the chains pulling my labia down tight. Then he motioned to Mistress and said, "When she stands these will tighten, but if over time they get loose you can turn this screw and it will pull the chains tighter."

  As Mistress nodded I cringed at the thought of the chains being tightened, continually stretching that sensitive area. He left, but immediately Mistress took his place in front of me and put the high heels back on my feet form the night before, then pulled me to my feet. I teetered for a bit once again, trying to find my balance atop the heels.

  Mistress then grabbed the end of my leash and pulled me into the hall, naked.

  She went to a closet in the hall and took out a wide leather belt and quickly swatted my naked ass. The sting was light and I quickly said, "Thank you, Mistress."

  "Slut, stand up straight and push your pelvis forward."

  I did as I was told.

  "Now this is how you will stand at all times, should you slouch, should your pussy not be pushed out in front of you I will whip your ass with this belt."

  Demonstrating the belt she gave my ass a couple of swats.

  "Thank you, Mistress," I cried out.

  "Should your Master ever enter the room you are to face him, erect with your pussy out on display for Him. Your eyes should stare directly at his crotch, anticipating his hard cock, and you should wait silently for any commands. Again, failure for you to follow these rules...."

  Again the belt found my ass again and again and I thanked her for every blow. My ass was getting sore and I am sure it was already a deep red color as Mistress pulled on the leash and I followed trying to remain erect with my pelvis pushed forward. We finally entered the room where the poker game had been held and I was handed a mop, bucket, and broom and shown a cart with other cleaning products on it.

  "Master is having guests tonight and you need to clean up your mess from last night, slut. Remember to keep your posture and get to work, slut."

  When I hesitated trying to think of where to begin, my ass was peppered with her belt. I cried out my thanks to her and began to mop the floor. I worked hard, trying to avoid Mistress's belt, but it was useless. I was constantly whipped as I moved about the room cleaning. My posture was off, my pussy was not out or I had slowed or hesitated. Every time I was whipped on my sore ass. After a few hours I had completed the job and Mistress allowed me to kneel down to rest.

  People started to come in and out of the room, preparing it for the party, bringing in tables and chairs and other items. I knelt there, knees spread, pussy on display for anyone who cared to look. Soon even kneeling became tiresome and I slouched back and rested my ass on my heels. Mistress was there in a flash pulling me back on my feet by my hair and whipping my ass.

  "Lazy, slut!" she hissed.

  I tried to thank her for each lash. When she finished she told me to stand erect and wait for her. She went to the far side of the room and picked up a phone. After a short conversation someone walked in with some clothing and handed it to her. She came back to me and slipped the garment over my head. It was a plain black shift that hung just below my waist, covering my ass and pussy as long as I stood still. I could see in the mirror on the opposite wall that it was shear and my tits were clearly visible through the material.

  She grabbed my leash and led me once again through the house and then out the front door to a waiting car. Pushing me onto the floor in the back seat she barked, "Knee, slut."

  "Yes, Mistress."

  I struggled to get in position as Mistress climbed in and sat down. I had just righted myself and found balance when the car began to move. For the first time today I looked at Mistress and saw once again how beautiful she was. Her skirt was short and I was able to notice that she was without panties and close inspection showed she was braless as well. Her jewelry was all gold and etched in her bracelets were the letters HMS. My inspection came to an abrupt end shortly and I was dragged from the car by my leash and pulled along a city sidewalk to a shop. Once dragged into the shop I realized it was a tattoo parlor and a fairly seedy looking place at that.

  I shivered with the implications of this as Mistress conferenced with a man behind the counter. Within minutes I was pulled into a room in the back of the shop and laid face down on a table. I felt my shift being raised to expose my ass and realized that no one had closed any door to this room. I could hear footsteps coming closer as the other customers were gathering around to look. Shame colored my face when I heard some voice say, "Nice ass, and look, that pussy looks wet and ready."

  Cringing at the crude remarks I gasped when I felt my ass cheeks being pulled apart and something was placed on them to keep them open. Next I felt something brushing some liquid on my upper ass and down along my ass crack stopping just above my ass hole. I realized that my ass was going to be marked. I was at once relieved that this tattoo would not be in an obviously visible place, then cringed when I understood the violation of the mark.

  Once again comments from the crowd reminded me how exposed I was and I wept inwardly at how I was being shown. Real tears came when I felt the needle begin to color my body. It was just above my ass crack and while the liquid he had spread numbed the surface somewhat I could still feel the needle as it sowed its colors on me. I took a while for the tattoo to be completed and I was puzzled as to what had been etched, more so when I realized the needle had covered my ass crack as well. When the needle had stopped and the man pulled away from me I heard, "Shit, that's so cool, it looks like its growing right out of her ass."

  "Look, slut."

  Mistress put a small mirror to my eyes and I was looking at a long stemmed rose with thorns literally growing right out of my ass. It was horrible, I was shaken at how low I felt, being abused like this, yet I could not take my eyes away.

  "Your Master loves roses, slut. It's his mark. This man does beautiful work and you should be proud."

  Dragging me up off the table, letting my shift once again provide little coverage of my body, Mistress led me back outside to our car. All during the drive I thought about the image of the rose, happy it could be concealed, miserable at its meaning. The surface medication was wearing off and I could feel the discomfort of this new tattoo and dreaded being made to walk anywhere. I hoped that at worst I would spend this night being fucked and lying down and not having to be on my feet. I truly hoped that no one would insist on fucking my ass anytime soon either.

  Returning to the house I was pulled indoors and through the poker room to my room. I was amazed at how the poker room had been transformed. It was decorated beautifully with a vase of roses....on each table. Roses, I understood now what Mistress meant by his mark.

  Led past my room I was led to a spa room very much like the one in Mistress Erica's place. There I was bathed and massaged then rubbed with scented oils. I was allowed to rest. I was enjoying the pampering and relaxation when I heard Mistress asking.

  "So, should we cut her hair or just style it so the marks on her ears remain visible?"

  Some woman answered.


  "Its up to you Mistress. Styling it would still allow the Master to make the final decision, so I would vote for that.

  "So right you are, have it styled so it's out of the way and we can revisit the idea of cutting it short later."

  Mistress Valerie left and I breathed I sigh of relief knowing my hair was to be left long, long enough to hide those marks from my classmates and friends. I still feared my slut life being exposed to my friends.

  Later when my hair had been styled and the oils absorbed into my skin Mistress returned. Tonight she had an armful of white latex clothing and she proceeded to dress me in them. It was the same as last night, the bra with the holes for my nipples, my arms again folded behind my head and secured to my neck. There was no hood tonight so at least I would not look bald. My shoes were exchanged for a matching pair in white. Once finished I was leashed and led through the house. I could hear voices and guessed that some of the guests had arrived but I was taken to the kitchen bypassing the party room.

  IN the kitchen I was led to a counter and chins were affixed to my nipple rings. Then they were attached to the side of a serving tray. The tray had leather straps on it and these were tied behind my back. Mistress pulled me from the counter and the ray come with me. It was a heavy tray and it pulled on my nipples severely. Mistress adjusted the chains so the tray was tilted up on the far side, the tension on my nipple was now encompassing my tit and I bit my lips to remain quiet.

  "There now when it's full it should be level."

  Full? It now dawned on me that I was to be a servant tonight. I would be walking through the party, naked, a tray suspended from my bare tits, serving the guests. Lastly I recalled my new tattoo and shook with the knowledge that as I passed everyone would see the rose growing from my asshole. I could not do this. It was too embarrassing.

  "Yeeeoooooowwwwww."

  My ass felt the sting of Mistress whip.

  "yeeeeeoooooo."

  Again and again the belt swatted my ass compounding the discomfort of the new tattoo as it struck me again and again.

  "Stand erect slut, push out your cunt. NOW!"

  Multiple swats of the belt laced my ass, as I tried to obey despite the weight of the empty tray and the high heeled shoes. I was erect, yet still she continued to whip me. I finally cried.

  "Thank you, Mistress."

  The belt kissed my ass one last time and stopped.

  "You must remember the rules slut, I will be close all night long. Only 'Yes Mistress or Master' and 'Thank You Mistress or Master', is that clear?"

  "Yes Mistress."

  "Head up, stay erect kept that pussy pushed forward."

  "Yes, Mistress."

  She then had someone fill my tray with drinks and appetizers. The added weight leveled the tray and sent renewed lightning bolts to my tits and down to my pussy. It was the first time since my obvious dream this morning that my pussy had come alive. I stepped towards the door opening into the party, but before I had taken a step I was stopped when Mistress Valerie grabbed the gathered mass of my hair and yanked. She came very close and I felt her breath fill my left ear as she whispered.

  "I will not whip you in front of the Master and his guests, but I will watch you slut and keep track of each lash you earn. Later, once you have satisfied Master, I will exact payment for your errors. Stay erect, head always up, shoulders back, pussy forward and smile. Everyone in that room is either your Master or Mistress tonight."

  I felt Mistress back off and release my hair. I pulled my shoulders back, kept my head erect and did my best to smile as I entered the room. I had been exposed like this before and I thought I was immune and would feel fine. As I looked at the well dressed men and women, my confidence shrunk and the knowledge of my naked body, the humiliation of a serving tray held by my pierced nipples and a long stem rose seemingly growing out of my bare ass shook me and I stumbled. A portion of what was on my tray clattered to the floor. Looking at all the shocked faces, hearing the laughter, then feeling my hair being pulled as I was dragged back to the kitchen, I knew I was in trouble.

  The End.

  Down and Dirty

  I called Nora and told her I had to cancel our date because my old classic car had broken down again. When I told her I was staying home to work on her, she surprised me by asking if she could help. She said she had grown up watching and sometimes helping her older brothers work on their hot rods and she loved getting dirty.

  So here we were under my '56 Chevy instead of at the lake with a picnic basket. I told her it was a heck of a second date and that I never would have guessed she would end up under my car before she ended up under me. She teased me back by telling me my Chevy was better looking than me and I retorted by saying the car was in better shape as well.

  "I tell you Nora, with that extra large man's shirt and those jeans rolled up high plus that cute little pony tail of yours you remind me of Sandra Dee."

  "Well thank you sir I surly will take that as a compliment; you know I saw all the Tammy movies. It's just when I got up this morning I got to thinking back on all those Saturdays when I was a young teen and this was pretty much how I dressed. My brothers always hollered at me for wearing their shirts but I don't think they really cared. So tell me what are we doing today?"

  I told her I was pretty sure I'd lost a freeze plug but I'd know better once I got under the car. As for Nora, she knew what a freeze plug was and asked me if it was front or back. My answer was for us to climb under and check it out. It was the rear plug and the only way I could get to it way to drop the trany thus turning a five minute job into a whole afternoon.

  When we stopped for lunch Nora got the picnic basket she had prepared for us and instead of under the shade of an old oak, we ate under the shade of my garage. I got us a couple of beers while she spread our lunch out on an old blanket I had. We feasted on cold fried chicken and homemade potato salad as we drank our beer. Although we had both cleaned up enough to eat, we were still covered in grease, and Nora had the cutest little smudge on the end of her nose. I teased her about it and when she swiped at it and missed, I volunteered to get it and I leaned over with a napkin. When I looked close to make sure I got it all she just turned her head up enough for her lips to meet mine. The kiss so incongruous and innocent yet to me was a burning ember that lit a passion that had lain dormant before.

  I refused to break the kiss first and when she did, she looked at me with questions in her eyes.

  "Nora I know we hardly know each other and it's way too early to discuss the future but by just being with you today I'd have to count it as one of the best days of my life."

  "Come on Robb you're just trying to get in my pants," she kidded as she pushed me back with her hands.

  "No, well yes but that's not what I'm talking about. It's about you having fun, getting dirty and I can tell you're actually enjoying today as I am. Sure I want to tear you clothes off and ravish your body but it's more than that, its being with you that I enjoy."

  I think she saw the honesty in my face as she thanked me. We went on to finish our lunch and then back under my old clunker.

  I told her I was glad she was there to help connect my transmission back as it was so much easier with two people, even if one was a girl. The last remark got me a grease mark across my cheek. We finished around four and my old Chevy was good to go but we weren't as we both were covered in grease. We used Goop to clean up and then I offered her a shower and a clean pair of my sweats to wear. When she finished her shower, I took mine as she worked on her hair.

  I told her that now we were both clean and I actually had a car that ran again we could go do something. She grinned at me and said there was something she had always wanted to do since she was a teenager. I asked her what and she said,

  "Well technically this is now our third date and I've always wanted to make love in the backseat of a '56 Chevy."

  I took her hand and led her back to the garage.

  The End.

  Jessica


  When my wife told me her youngest sister Jessica was going to be staying with us for six weeks I wasn't thrilled. Jill and I had been through a rough patch in our marriage and things were just beginning to get back to normal - especially our sex life. With Jessica here I could see my life being turned upside down once again. No more loud spontaneous sex anywhere the urge hit us. No more roaming through the house naked. Hell, we're probably going to have to start cooking again.

  Damn, it wasn't that I didn't like Jessica, but the timing couldn't have been worse. Jill would be in Atlanta the first two weeks she was here completing a mandatory training assignment for work and it would be up to me to keep Jessica entertained while she was gone. I guess it was better than a sharp stick in the eye, but not by much.

  Jessica arrived on June first as promise and Jill left for Atlanta the following day. At least Jill was able to get Jessica settled in before she left. They unpacked her things in the guest bedroom on the opposite end of the house. With Jessica down there we might be able to find a little privacy when Jill got back from Atlanta.

  Our first morning together was a bit awkward for me and Jessica. At thirty five I was seventeen years older than her and we had little to talk about except the weather and her folks.

  Jessica wasn't what you would call ugly but she wasn't a raving beauty like Jill. She was barely five feet tall, probably weighed no more than hundred pounds, wore her long auburn hair pulled back in a pony tail most of the time, and still had braces on her teeth. I swear the girl had worn braces all her life it seemed. And to make matters worse she had no boobs whatsoever. Jill once told me she and her mother prayed that Jessica would grow some boobs!

  She did have two things going for her. She had a cute little ass and she had one of those deep sexy voices like Kathleen Turner. Privately I fantasized about her coming up to me and saying, "I want you to fuck me Eddie." If that wouldn't make your dick hard there was something wrong with you.

  After we ate breakfast I told her I was going to Wal-Mart.