Pipit didn’t say anything, and Daddy gave her bottom a hard whack.
“Speak when you’re spoken to, skank!” she barked. “Are you a liar?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Fuck Neko, anyway. I’m glad she’s gone. Stuck up cunt never gave me the time of day. But you’re going to be Daddy’s butt-toy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good. I know you’ll be a good obedient butt-slut. Otherwise, you know, rumors might get started about how Neko got canned.”
Daddy walked around Pipit, grasped her chin, and made her stand up again. She moved in close till their faces were three inches apart.
“Pretty little treacherous lying butt-fuck skank. Dangerous little bitch. I like you, babycunt—we’re going to have fun together.” Daddy wriggled out of her pants; she had no underwear on. Holding Pipit’s gaze, she backed up to an overstuffed chair, sat on the edge, and slouched way back. She raised her legs till her knees were near her shoulders and wrapped her arms around them to hold them in place. Her pussy gaped, labia big and floppy; her anus was brown and puckered, the skin of her crack white and shiny.
“Better get started, slut,” she said. “You fucking know what to do.”
Pipit did know what to do. She dropped to her hands and knees, crawled to Daddy, and kissed her anus.
“There’s my good butt-slut,” said Daddy. “Put some fucking tongue in it.”
The humiliation made Pipit’s mouth water. She licked Daddy’s ass wetly.
“I can tell this is your calling, babycunt. You must have kissed a lot of ass in your time, hmm?”
“Yes Daddy,” said Pipit, voice muffled in her crack.
Daddy made her sphincter gape wide open—a trick Pipit had never seen before, which took her by surprise. Daddy said, “Put your tongue in, butt slut,” and Pipit did that, thankful that Daddy’s ass wasn’t smelly or dirty. “Run it all around inside, whore, and lick me out, like a sweet French kiss.”
Pipit did as she was told, thinking she was a butt slut and a treacherous bitch. She had gotten Neko fired, and it would be a fitting punishment for her to eat Daddy’s ass for the rest of her life. Still, she was relieved when Daddy let her ass close and said, “Very good, butt-girl. Now your reward is you can eat my cunt.”
She let her legs down, and Pipit sank her face into Daddy’s big wet pussy. She ran her tongue up and down her wide slit and into her hollow vagina; she tongued her clit.
“Yeah, babycunt, work on that clit,” said Daddy, and Pipit sucked it and licked, drooling into her. Her saliva and Daddy’s juices ran down into her crack and dripped onto the upholstery.
Daddy was getting excited now, talking less. She took Pipit’s head in her hands and pulled her fiercely into her pussy, so hard Pipit could hardly catch a breath, and humped her face, panting and groaning, till she came with a long, loud shout. Then she put a foot on Pipit’s shoulder and shoved her back roughly.
“Get away from me, you filthy cunt,” she said, and lay still for a minute, catching her breath. “Go to the bathroom,” she said. “Piss, shit, do whatever you fucking have to do.”
Pipit got a few toiletries from her box and searched out the bathroom. When she got back, Daddy was standing in the middle of the living room. She grabbed Pipit’s braid and hauled her roughly and painfully into a small bedroom that had been equipped as a playroom: she had wedged in a cross, a small bondage table, and large wooden stocks. She pointed to a large pet cage and said, “In there.” Pipit crawled in, and Daddy locked the gate with a padlock.
Daddy said, “I suppose Kathy told you I had a spare bedroom. Well, this is it. I’ll let you out in the morning.”
She left the room. The bottom of the cage was cold metal; Pipit would have no comfort tonight. She curled up and touched her clit. Her pussy was still wet.
“I’m sorry, Neko,” she whispered, and rubbed herself. “Sorry, Daddy. So sorry.” Her tears puddled on the floor of the cage.
* * *
When Pipit woke up, she didn’t know the time, but from the way the sun was slanting in she guessed it was late morning. She lay in her cage and wondered if she’d fallen into the hands of a psychopath. By the time Daddy came to let her out, Pipit was desperate to get to the bathroom.
Daddy was smiling a gentle smile, naked except for a black strap-on. Her breasts were big, like water balloons; her bottom was dimpled. On her stomach was a big tattoo of a woman and a man bound back to back, and she had other tattoos all over—barbed wire, a triskelion in a circle, a skull with tatters of flesh clinging to it, and other things. She was carrying a collar with a leash attached and a bottle of lubricant, which she set down by the cage.
“Did we sleep well, babycunt?” she said in a lilting voice, opening the gate.
“Yes, Daddy,” said Pipit.
“That’s nice,” she said. “Little sluts always begin the day by sucking Daddy’s cock. Come out, little slut.”
Pipit crawled out, and Daddy put the collar on her. “Please, Daddy, may I go to the bathroom?”
“First things first, babycunt. Suck my cock.”
Pipit sucked Daddy’s dildo. It was painful how badly she had to piss.
“You’re a shit cocksucker,” said Daddy. “I can’t feel a thing.”
As Daddy pulled the dildo out of her mouth, Pipit felt a little stab of shame, even though she knew it was absurd.
“Well,” said Daddy, “get on your knees and elbows. It’s time for your butt-fuck.”
“Please, Daddy, I need to piss!” Pipit pleaded.
“Don’t ask again,” Daddy said, “or you’ll find out how I punish butt-fuck skanks. Now get on your fucking knees,” she said, and gave her a shove.
Pipit got on her elbows and knees and waited, heart pounding, while Daddy lubricated her. She tried not to think about how much she needed to piss, but it was impossible to ignore the pressure. And then, when Daddy pushed into her ass—suddenly and roughly, the way Master Frederick used to—it was all she could do not to piss herself. Between the familiar pain of the ass-fuck and the awful pressure on her bladder, it was almost unbearable. And for what? Daddy couldn’t be getting much pleasure out of it, and Pipit certainly wasn’t—it was just sadism. And yet her need for relief, and knowing only Daddy could give it, raised her emotions to fever pitch. She needed Daddy.
Finally Daddy stopped and pulled her dildo out. She sat cross-legged on the floor and said, “There’s my sweet little butt-fuck skank. Come get a hug. Daddy will take care of her sweet babycunt.”
Pipit crept into her lap, and Daddy hugged her to her big breasts and petted her. Pipit felt safe and cared for, as if Daddy were the only thing in the world she had to be scared of. She hoped Daddy wouldn’t forget to let her piss, since she wasn’t allowed to ask.
“Did you masturbate last night, babycunt?” Daddy asked.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I’ll let it go for now, since I didn’t tell you not to. But from now on you’ll masturbate only when I give you permission. You’ll come only when I tell you. You’ll piss and shit only when I tell you. You’ll shower or bathe when I tell you. You’ll eat only what I give you, when I give it to you. Do you understand all that?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“There’s my sweet slut.” She unstrapped the dildo. “Now it’s time for Daddy’s orgasm.” She let go of Pipit and lay back. Pipit lay on her stomach and went down on her, loving Daddy’s big wet pussy, miserable and yet aroused by the pressure in her bladder, which lying like that made even more intense.
“Daddy, can I touch myself?” Pipit murmured into Daddy’s pussy, though she already knew the answer.
“No, babycunt. You can touch me.” Pipit put a finger in Daddy’s vagina and fucked her as she made passionate love to her swollen clit, moisture pouring down her chin. Daddy spread her legs wider, and Pipit stroked a thigh with her other hand.
Daddy twisted both nipples and arched her back. “Yeah, eat me, little cunt-licker,” she
said. “Do it harder.” Pipit licked and sucked Daddy’s clit, longing to give her an orgasm, wanting to make it good for her. She fucked Daddy with two fingers and pressed the middle finger of her free hand firmly against Daddy’s anus. She wiggled the finger and twisted it to work it a little way into her ass, and fucked her, pussy and anus, till finally Daddy cried “Oh, fuck!” and came, ass and vagina contracting around Pipit’s fingers.
“That was good, babycunt,” she said. “You might make a decent lover someday. Now Daddy’ll give you a reward.” She picked up the leash and stood. Pleased and proud to have been good for Daddy, Pipit got onto her hands and knees.
Daddy led her to the bathroom and said, “You can piss now.” Pipit climbed onto the toilet and pissed, gazing gratefully at Daddy, who stood by, still holding the leash.
When Pipit had pissed and wiped, Daddy said, “On your knees again, little slut.”
Pipit said, “Please, Daddy, can I have an orgasm?”
“No,” said Daddy, “And don’t fucking nag me about it anymore. Ask again and you’ll get a punishment. You can make us breakfast.” She led her to the kitchen, where Pipit saw that the clock in the microwave said eleven fifty.
Daddy left her alone to make coffee, four fried eggs sunny side up, and toast. When she came back to the kitchen she was holding two dog bowls.
“Pour some coffee into one,” Daddy said. “Put two eggs in the other and crumble some toast on top.”
Daddy put Pipit’s bowls on the floor near a little table, where she herself sat to eat. Daddy massaged Pipit’s pussy and anus with the big toe of her right foot while she ate and drank as best she could without hands, getting egg yolk and bread crumbs on her face. Pipit wished she could beg for an orgasm; somehow not being allowed to beg was making her arousal twice as intense.
Daddy went away while Pipit cleaned up, first washing her mouth in the kitchen sink. It was one o’clock by the time everything was clean and put away. Daddy called her to the living room, where she was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine. Pipit sat on the floor and rested her head on Daddy’s knee.
Daddy combed Pipit’s hair with her fingers and said, “Do you love me, babycunt?”
“Yes, Daddy,” said Pipit, believing it was true.
“You’re a sweet little girl, babycunt,” said Daddy, “but I know better than to turn my back on you. You know what’s going to happen to you if you ever cross me?”
“No, Daddy,” said Pipit.
“I have lots of friends way more dangerous than you are, little slut. They’ve got sharp knives. They’ll ruin that pretty face of yours.”
Pipit felt cold deep inside. “Yes, Daddy,” she said. Then she added, “I love you, Daddy. I’d never hurt you.”
“I’ll bet you loved Neko, too. Did you fuck her?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I thought so. You’re not the sort to let that pretty snatch of yours sit idle. Look at me, babycunt.”
Pipit sat up and looked into her face.
“I’ll make sure that sweet cunt stays busy and does some good for both of us. Here’s how it’s going to go down. Some day soon, maybe even tonight, a client at the dungeon will hint around, like maybe ‘I wish I could be your Master for real,’ or ‘Don’t you find the rules here kind of restrictive?’ Or maybe he’ll ask right out whether you ever see clients away from the dungeon. When that happens, you will say, ‘Talk to Mistress Raquel about that.’ Don’t fucking say anything else; just send him to me. I’ll set everything up. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Pipit said, her excitement growing.
“I’ll take care of you, babycunt,” Daddy said, stroking her hair again as Pipit rested her head on her knee. “I’ll do the scheduling, so your scenes don’t conflict with mine. I’ll make sure your scenes are safe and the clients respect your limits and safeword. I’ll handle the money. I’ll set the prices, pay for your food and rent out of my cut, and give you whatever isn’t my cut. You won’t ask either me or the clients about money.”
“Yes, Daddy,” said Pipit, knowing and not caring that Daddy’s cut would be bigger than her own.
They sat for a long time, Daddy reading her magazine and Pipit on the floor beside her, letting her thoughts wander—sometimes yearning for an orgasm, sometimes thinking about the Mistress and Masters she’d lost. She tried not to think about Neko, but thoughts of her kept intruding. She’d come to love her face and body in just a short time. She felt bad, but . . . so what if Neko’d gotten her cute ass fired? It was her own fault for being as careless as she was about her whoring.
Pipit was tired. Her mind drifted, and she dozed on Daddy’s knee. At three Daddy sent her for a nap. She came to wake her at four-thirty, made her take a shower, and led her to the playroom. She cuffed her to the cross and edged her for an hour with a vibrator, saying only “This’ll get you ready for work.” Pipit was sobbing and begging for an orgasm by the end of the hour, but Daddy wouldn’t give her one.
At six thirty Daddy said, “Let’s go, babycunt. We’ll stop for a bite on the way to work. In the restaurant you’ll call me Ma’am and pretend you’re my meek little secretary. Got that?”
“Yes, Daddy,” said Pipit.
* * *
It happened that very night as Daddy had said it would. The man who’d caned her the night before—his name was Jason—came back for another session. Pipit hated caning, but she was still so turned on from Daddy’s edging that she spent almost the whole session in subspace. She was still there as she lay in his arms on the matted floor, and he said, “If I had one wish, Tosatsu, it’d be to make love to you.”
Her own voice seemed to be coming from a great distance as she said, “Talk to Daddy.”
“What?” the man said.
“Black corset,” Pipit murmured. “Mistress Raquel. She’ll fix everything.”
When they got home after work, Daddy made Pipit undress, then took her in her arms and kissed her. She smelled good, like leather, sweat and pussy.
“You did good, babycunt,” said Daddy. “Your pretty pussy will get a nice workout tomorrow afternoon.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” said Pipit.
“I’ve got a reward for you, and a present,” said Daddy.
Pipit’s heart beat faster.
“Daddy’s going to give babycunt a special kiss tonight for a reward,” she said. “Then I’ll show you your present.”
Daddy put on Pipit’s collar and leash and led her to her own bedroom—a place Pipit had never been. Everything there was black and red, except for the bed, which had a white cover.
“Up on the bed,” said Daddy, “and show me your cunt.”
Pipit climbed onto the bed, lay on her back, and spread her legs. Still standing on the floor, Daddy leaned over her and put a hand on her pussy. She said, “Babycunt had to be extra special good to get a treat like this. Treacherous little skanks don’t get nice things just for hanging around and being cute. They’ve got to please Daddy. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” said Pipit, body on fire with need.
Daddy got onto the bed, knelt beside her, and kissed her breasts. She nibbled and sucked her nipples, and it was like summer lightning flickering all through Pipit’s body. Daddy kissed her stomach and licked her belly button. She got between her legs and nibbled the insides of her thighs, working so very slowly that Pipit wept for the sensation and her own impatience. But she didn’t dare to beg—Daddy wouldn’t like that. So she writhed and moaned. She tried to touch her breasts, but Daddy noticed and swatted her hands away. “Uh uh,” she said.
Finally Daddy’s lips closed over her pussy, and her tongue slid into her, tickling her urethra, probing into her vagina, licking up and down—but not touching her clit.
“Oh, please!” Pipit whined, and tried to reach for herself, but Daddy seized her wrist, looked up, and said “Bad babycunt. Do that again and Daddy will punish. And no begging.” Daddy teased Pipit’s clit with the tip of her tongue.
“I’m sorry,
Daddy,” Pipit cried, and squirmed and arched her back and moaned, Daddy sucking her clit now, till she was on the edge of orgasm.
Daddy sat up and said, “Babycunt like Daddy’s special kiss?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said dejectedly.
“Do good with your client tomorrow, and maybe Daddy will give you an orgasm. Now it’s time for your present.”
Daddy led her to the playroom, where she went to a closet and pulled out a thin cotton-covered pad. She opened the cage, pushed the pad through the gate, and spread it on the bottom. It covered the metal floor neatly.
“There you are, babycunt,” said Daddy. “How do you like it?”
“I love it. Thank you, Daddy,” said Pipit, thinking that she’d sleep on the metal floor forever in exchange for one orgasm.
“Go to the bathroom, wash, piss, shit, and brush your teeth,” said Daddy. “Then it’ll be time for bed.”
When Pipit returned, Daddy was holding a pair of leather cuffs connected by a short length of cable. She kissed her mouth, squeezed her ass, and said, “Climb into the cage.” Pipit curled up on her new pad.
Daddy looped the cable through the bars of the cage and buckled the cuffs onto Pipit’s wrists. The cable was so short that she couldn’t reach the buckles—she might as well have been in handcuffs.
“There,” said Daddy. “Now I can sleep easy, knowing you won’t masturbate. Because you’re a fucking liar, and I don’t trust you. Sleep well, babycunt.”
Pipit lay in the cage and thought about her client’s visit tomorrow. She could hardly sleep for arousal and happiness. She could almost taste the shame she’d feel as he fucked her and maybe came in her mouth—the humiliation afterwards when Daddy called her a filthy slut and punished her. Daddy had been so good to arrange it. Daddy loved and cared for her babycunt. Her thoughts grew vague and diffuse—misty impressions of love for Daddy—as sleep stole over her.
Chapter 4. Moonlighting
Andrew wasn’t satisfied—a vague discomfort somewhere inside—and he couldn’t say why. When he thought about it rationally, he had to admit it was absurd. He had a life any man would envy, with two women always ready to fuck him at a moment’s notice, either separately or together.
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