by Becca Little
“Thank you, Daddy…” I said as he walked me into the living room once more.
“You can go to bed now, Bethany. Daddy is going to have a drink and watch some television.” He pointed towards the childlike bed and I nodded.
I curled up underneath the covers and I felt myself drifting off to sleep fairly quickly. My body was exhausted and the bed was one of the most comfortable things I had ever been in. It was definitely a lot more comfortable than the bed downstairs where I had spent several nights. It was almost like floating on a bed of feathers.
I heard him crack the top on a beer and then light up another cigar. The television started playing what sounded like an episode of Law & Order. I badly wanted to touch myself, but I was afraid to do it with him so close. I had gotten incredibly turned on while I was servicing him, and having his fingers on my body in the bath had pushed it even further.
I finally let the thought go and sleep consumed me. My last thoughts were of my new life, and how fortunate I was to have it, even if it was strange and unusual. I don’t know how much time passed, but I woke up a little later to find him sitting on the side of my bed.
“Mr. Gall—” My mind quickly adjusted as I realized where I was. “I mean, Daddy?”
“Bethany do you remember when you said you were going to be a good girl for Daddy?” He asked. I could smell cigar and alcohol resonating from him and his speech was a little slurred.
“Yes…” I said apprehensively.
“It’s time for you to show me what a good girl you can be.” As my eyes focused, I realized he was naked.
“Um…” I blinked a few times trying to wake myself up. “What do you mean?”
“Just be a good girl. Remember, you said I could have anything I wanted, whenever I wanted it.” He pushed the covers to the side and crawled on top of me.
It was a strange way to start it, but I knew sex would be part of the deal. He took my ankles in his hands and pushed them into the air. He pulled the diaper off with one hand and tossed it to the floor before pressing his hard cock against my pussy. He rubbed against it several times and I found myself getting wet. As odd as the whole experience was, he was a very attractive man and seeing his muscles bulging against the moonlight made me want him really bad.
“This pussy belongs to Daddy.” He said as he continued to slide his cock against it. “Nobody will touch you as long as you are with me.”
He pushed his way inside me and positioned himself so that he could lift and fall against my pussy. It had been a long time since I had sex. Before I landed in prison, I had spent a lot of time getting too drunk to hook up with people, and during my brief release, I was just too nervous and confused to do find someone. He pushed into my tight pussy quickly and started to grind his cock in and out of me.
“My little girl has a nice tight pussy.” He said with a grunt of pleasure.
It was rough sex, but I didn’t hate that. I got a little turned on when he pulled my hair and put his hand over my mouth while he pounded me. I started to moan and groan against him and it wasn’t long until I felt my previously stimulated pussy tense and tighten around him. He held his hand over my mouth as I finally did release my orgasm, and it wasn’t long until he was spewing his cum inside me. He drove his cock in with several hard thrusts and then he pulled it free.
“Good girl.” He stood up while I lay there in orgasmic bliss. “You’re going to have to show Daddy how good you are every night.”
“Yes sir.” I nodded in agreement—I was happy with that proclamation considering how I felt in the moment.
Chapter 5
The next day I was left alone in the room while he worked in the prison. I fixed myself some cereal, watched television, and enjoyed the fancy arrangement. He had a laid out a set of rules for me to follow during the day, one of which was to take a birth control pill. I swallowed it down with a glass of milk and left the container there for his inspection. One of the cells had been converted to a makeshift closet, and I found a nice dress that would fit me, so I put it on over the diaper. During the day, I used the toilet when necessary to avoid having to make a mess in my diaper, but I wore it as he had told me to do.
“Bethany?” I heard his voice calling me from the elevator.
“Hello Daddy!” I ran over to him and gave him a hug—I was fairly happy to see him after having no social interaction for the whole day.
“Daddy has been thinking about your hot mouth all day long.” He started pushing me down towards the floor.
I sank to my knees and he unbuckled his pants. His cock sprang to life immediately and before I could even really open my mouth, he was forcing it between my lips. I opened my mouth wide and swirled my tongue around the head as he pushed it across my tongue. He let it linger there for a moment as I caressed it and then he started to pull it out. He slid it to the edge of my lips and then jammed it in harder, pushing it deeper than before.
“You need to be ready to suck my cock at any time.” He said as he continued sliding it in an out. “Your mouth should always be wet and begging for it.”
All I could do was moan in agreement as I struggled to get my saliva ready for him. I made a mental note to make sure I was always ready for him when he arrived, but all I could do was try to make my unprepared throat as welcoming as possible. I used my hand on his balls, rubbing them as I continued to slide him down my throat. It didn’t take long for saliva to start dripping down my chin and the loud sound of my slurping filled the room.
“That’s a lot better.” He said as he took me by the back of the head and jammed his cock all the way in.
I struggled to breathe and but he didn’t let me go. He used his other hand to squeeze my nose and I was practically choking on it.
“Daddy can punish you in a lot of ways, little girl.” He pulled me even closer, pressing my lips to his pelvis. “Do you understand?”
I shook my head up and down, even though I couldn’t breathe. He held me there without any oxygen for about ten seconds. I pressed my hands to his legs and tried to push back but he was way too strong for me. After a few more seconds, he released me, sliding his cock out of my mouth. I sank back on my haunches, letting oxygen fill my lungs. My head was spinning but I felt my body quivering from the experience. I had never had anyone do that to me, but it was a little exciting to be totally controlled by him, my life in his hands with no way to fight back.
“Finish what you started.” He said, pressing his cock to my lips.
I sucked his cock with a new enthusiasm, happy to have the opportunity to please him. I slid him all the way down my throat and held the base in my hand so I could easily control the motions. I pulled my lips to the head and swirled my tongue around it before sliding it back into my mouth and moving my head as fast as possible. He started to grunt and moan and I felt his cum start to ooze out the end. I pulled his cock down into my throat and swallowed hard until every drop of his seed was inside of my stomach. I sat back on my haunches again, looking up at him as his cock slowly returned to normal.
“I think you’re starting to learn your place.” He slid his cock back into his pants and zipped up. “Go get Daddy a beer.”
I brought him a beer and we watched television for a bit, my head in his lap. I was in nirvana. The man who had claimed me was strong enough to take my life if he wanted. There was nothing I could do to stop him. I was a forgotten soul in the world, locked in a cage nobody else knew existed. After watching television, he made us dinner and we ate together at the table. He drank a couple of beers while I had a soda and then he put away the dishes.
“Okay. Let’s change your diaper.” He said, motioning for me to stand.
“It doesn’t need it.” I said proudly.
“What?” His eyes got dark. “How?”
“I…” I looked up at him. “I used the bathroom.”
“I told you last night. You haven’t earned that privilege.” His tone shifted to one of anger.
“I’m sorry, I thought
that was just last night!” My voice squeaked as I felt my stomach turn into a knot.
“Come with me.” He took me to the changing table and helped me up onto it. He pulled the diaper off and held my feet in the air underneath his arm.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” I said as he positioned me so that I was rolled back so far I was almost on my neck.
“I thought you were learning to be a good little girl.” He said. “Now I see you’re still in need of a lot of correction.” His hand came down on my bare bottom with a hard smack.
I squealed and squirmed as he started to spank me with the palm of his hand. The strap had left my bottom sore, even though twenty-four hours had passed, and his hand quickly reignited the fire I had felt the night before. He spanked me extremely hard, his hand turning my bottom into a blazing inferno in a matter of minutes. I struggled in his grasp, but there was no way for me to get free.
“Do you understand why Daddy is spanking you?” He asked.
“Yes sir!” I squealed.
“You do what Daddy says.” He reiterated. “You are no longer in control of your life.”
“Yes sir!” I said even louder.
The spanking continued for several more minutes as I sobbed in his grasp. His hand moved from one side of my bottom to the other quickly, and then he would deliver several that landed across both at the same time. His hand felt a lot different from the strap. It was an ache that I could feel all the way down my legs as he landed each punishing smack. I stopped fighting and he spanked me for a little bit longer, but then stopped and released his grip.
“I’ll be good.” I said with tears in my eyes. “Daddy, I promise.”
“You better be.” He said as he picked up a new diaper and slid it on.
“Can I have some lotion on my bottom?” I asked.
“Only good girls get lotion.” He replied. The diaper was roughly cinched around my waist and when he helped me off the table, it rubbed my bottom when I walked, creating even more discomfort.
He didn’t fuck me that night. I went to bed hungry for him, hoping he would wake me up when he was ready, but I woke up with a dry pussy. He left at some point during the night and I had never felt so lonely. I didn’t want to disappoint him. I wanted to always be good for him and I knew I deserved what I got the previous night. I fixed cereal and watched television throughout the day, hoping every sound I heard was him coming up to our new home.
***
“I’m ready, Daddy.” I said when the doors finally opened. I ran over to him and knelt, reaching for his belt buckle.
“This is more like it.” He smiled when I slid his pants below his hips and started licking the head of his cock.
The second I heard the elevator, I started preparing my mouth for him. I licked my lips until they were juicy and forced saliva into my mouth until every bit of it was saturated. I kept a little below my tongue so I could dip into it if I felt a dry spot. He let me work on him without doing more than cradling my head. His cock seemed harder and more excited than he had been during our previous encounters. Knowing I was doing it the way he wanted made me warm inside.
“Oh yeah…” He let out a moan when I took it all the way into my throat.
“That’s a nice hot mouth I’ll be thinking about all day tomorrow.” He let out another moan. “I might even have to come get some of this on my lunch break.”
I started moving my head towards his pelvis and back as far as I could without his cock leaving my lips. I sucked on it as I slid it all the way down my throat and then I pulled it back to my tongue and massaged the bottom of it with a few twists of my head. I slid him in deep again, feeling him against the back of my throat and even though he wasn’t forcing me to do it, I gagged myself to feel the rush I had felt before. As soon as it was too much, I pulled his cock back to my lips and licked the tip.
“You really love your Daddy’s cock, don’t you little girl?” He let his hand rest on my head as he moaned again.
“Mmm hmm.” I moaned as I continued drawing him deep into my throat.
I was never a fan of sucking cock when I was on the dating scene in the outside world. It was just a necessary part of most relationships because the guys liked the dominance of shoving their cock down my throat. There was something different with my new Daddy that I had never felt before. I craved the feeling of his cock in my mouth. I craved the way he throbbed when he got close to ejaculating in my mouth. I felt those sensations begin to pick up and I pushed him deep, letting him explode in the back of my throat. I swallowed all of his cum and then leaned back, looking up at him.
“Did I do good, Daddy?” I asked.
“You did very good.” He nodded and pushed his cock back into his pants. “Ready to have your diaper changed?”
“Yes Daddy.” I nodded enthusiastically.
He took me to the changing station and changed my diaper, disposing of the old one. After he was done removing it, he took me to the tub and bathed me. The water felt good and his hands moved across my body smoothly, washing every crevice. I giggled when he cleaned between my toes, but it quickly turned to moans when he started cleaning my pussy. He spent a little extra time there, rubbing it until I was almost ready to orgasm.
“Daddy has a special treat for you today.” He said as he dried me off.
“You do?” I asked.
“You did such a good job that Daddy is going to make you cum with his tongue.” He leaned down and kissed my neck. “Would you like that?”
“Yes!” I nodded enthusiastically.
He took me to the changing table and placed me back on it once I was dry. He spread my legs and started kissing down the inside of my thighs. I ran my fingers through his hair and down his muscled arms as he got near my clitoris. His tongue moved against it and started to circle it in a rapid motion. I was so turned on I could barely stand it. He pressed a finger on each side of my pussy and separated my labia, pushing a finger inside of my vaginal cavity as he continued licking my clitoris.
“That feels good, Daddy.” I moaned with pleasure.
I spread my legs as wide as they would go, completely engulfed in pre-orgasmic bliss while he finger-fucked my pussy and sucked on my clitoris, licking it rapidly with his tongue. I started to move, trying to get away from the intensity as it built up, but he clamped down on my leg and held me there while he continued to pleasure me. I felt the tension building from within and I erupted with an extremely powerful orgasm. The whole table rocked as my body spasmed again and again until I was spent.
“That was so good…” I said when I finally regained my ability to speak.
He pulled out the diaper and slid it in, tightening it around my waist once it was underneath my bottom. We stayed on the couch watching television for a while and he held me with my head in his lap. I loved being there with him—how strange it was to feel an intense connection to someone who had claimed me as his property. It was more than that though. It was my salvation from prison, confined to a prison within a prison. I had two years to go and I was certain it would be over long before I was ready to say goodbye.
Chapter 6
“Daddy!” I exclaimed as he opened the elevator. “I’m ready for you.”
“Not right now.” He walked past me and grabbed a beer from the fridge.
“I could have gotten that for you, Daddy.” I said as he twisted the top off and turned around.
“Your fucking parents came looking for you and they brought someone with them…” He stared at me. “Some bitch named Adrianne. She caused a big scene in the lobby when the guard wouldn’t bring you out to see them.”
“Oh no…” I closed my eyes and shook my head. “I’m sorry.”
“I had to put in a personal appearance to diffuse the entire fucking situation.” He said dryly. “I told them you were locked in solitary confinement for hitting a guard. I don’t think they believed me.”
“I’ve never hit anyone in my life…” I said with a blank stare. “Not on purpose at least.
”
“Bottom is…” He took another drink from his beer. “I’m going to have to move you back to gen-pop. I’ll keep my end of the fucking bargain and let you out in two years, but it is too risky for me to keep you up here.”
“No!” I shook my head. “I like it here. I like being with you.” I ran over and hugged him. “Please don’t send me back down there.”
“I don’t have a damn choice.” He sighed, wrapping his arm around me. “I care about you. I’ll make sure you’re safe. The guards will know you are mine and they won’t lay a hand on you.”
“Let me write them a letter.” I pulled back from his embrace. “I’ll tell them I’m fine, but I’m having a hard time in here. I’ll tell them that seeing them will just remind me too much of home and I can’t have that kind of reminder if I am going to keep from going crazy.”
“Do you think that will work?” He asked. “Will that keep them the fuck away from my prison?”
“It will. Trust me!” I said, running over to the desk and picking up a piece of paper. “They’ll recognize my handwriting.”
I wrote the letter just as I described it to him. I told them that I missed them and I loved them, but I just couldn’t see them. It would break my heart to be reminded of home. I told them how terrible it was in prison, how I was having to fight to survive, and they wouldn’t recognize me anymore. I wrote it in horrific detail, trying to shock them with my words, but remain as authentic as I could. When he finished reading it, he approved and sealed it in an envelope.
“Let’s hope this works.” He said as he led me to the changing table. “I really like having you here to use at my disposal.”
“Daddy…” I said as he put on the changing table.
“Yes darling?” He asked.
“It’s our one-week anniversary.” I drew a tight breath. “You’re supposed to use the strap today.”