by Lucy Lixx
The next day, I woke up relatively early in the afternoon and ended up helping my folks clean around the house. It was certainly a change of my usual pace as I never liked getting my hands dirty with chemicals or dust. It impressed Daddy to see my improved attitude and he patted my bottom when my mother left the room which caused me to squeak. I turned to scold him about flirting with me in the house, but he silenced me with a heavy kiss that knocked me backwards into the wall. Shocked, I wiped my mouth and ran off to the bathroom to have some privacy.
I couldn't possibly handle him teasing me in this space, especially when he had expressly forbidden us from doing anything at home. He was being mean. I liked it. When I had fully composed myself, I came back out and helped my parents with the rest of the chores before settling in for dinner. After eating, I retreated back to my room for more painting while my mother got ready for another night shift. I waited in hot anticipation after hearing the front door close, hoping Daddy would coax me out of my room and accompany him again to that wonderful building where my fantasies awaited.
When I was done painting, I put my supplies away and went to wash up. Daddy met me in the hall with a gift bag in his hand that was covered in pink bows. I excused myself to wash my hands first because I didn't want to stain the pretty bag, and Daddy followed me into the bathroom. He seemed so eager to show me that he didn't wait for me to turn, but pulled the present out of the wrapping before I was finished washing. It was the most beautiful purple collar with a little bell and charm attached that said his name. I couldn't help turning without drying my hands and wrapping my arms around him in a fit of joy.
“Oh, I love it!” I yelled as he started wrapping it around my neck. “Do I get to wear it out?”
“Yes,” he responded. “That way everyone knows you belong to me.”
I admired the collar in the mirror while wiping my hands on a towel. It made me happy to belong to him, to be his toy. I looked forward to all the ways he was going to use me tonight and in the future.
“I have a question: am I allowed to play with other people?” I asked, suddenly remembering my curiosity from last night.
Daddy stopped for a moment, considering the question with some serious thought. I didn't exactly expect him to share, but Charlotte was so appealing to me that I wanted to make sure I wasn't crossing any barriers before coming on to her.
“Who has your interest?” Daddy asked, rubbing my shoulders gently.
“Charlotte – Mistress Lolita,” I replied. “She was the one who gave me the outfit and who showed me around and told me about everything.”
Daddy smiled fondly at the mention of Charlotte's formal name and shook his head.
“She would pick up on you being new. I think that's okay, actually,” he said. “As long as you report back to me by the end of the night.”
I blushed and smiled, bowing my head and allowing my hair to cover my face. Daddy lifted my chin and brushed my hair behind my ear while resting his head on top of my head.
“Go change into something really pretty and we'll leave soon,” he said while stroking my cheek. “We still have to put you through training.”
Excited, I ran off to my room to choose an outfit I thought was pretty enough for Daddy. I dug through my closet until I found one of my favorite dresses: a white halter with pink roses lining the bottom, something Daddy's little girl would wear. As I slipped it on, Daddy entered the room and admired me from the doorway. I watched him watching me in the mirror. He smiled.
“That looks beautiful on you, baby girl,” he said.
I loved the way that nickname sounded coming from his mouth. It made me feel special and cherished. The way it rolled off his tongue and hit my ears made me shiver all over while making my lower lips quiver. It was amazing what that simple word did to me. Before we left, I applied some make-up to my face and packed a backpack with a change of clothes. There were plenty of towels at the club, but I packed one of my own anyway just because it made me feel more comfortable. We arrived and I was formally introduced to the gargantuan man who I had encountered the night before, Jeff. He didn't seem so menacing this time as he stooped gently to give me a hug and I felt exceptionally welcomed.
While settling into one of the rooms, Charlotte found us and asked Daddy kindly if she could borrow me for an hour. Daddy agreed and winked at me as she tugged me away, chatting on about her new toy. I wasn't even sure what exactly she was talking about, but I was excited to have her hands all over my body while admiring my dress. She pulled me into the same room from yesterday and sat me on the bed, a repeat of the previous night. Before I could even say hello, she pulled up her skirt to reveal the most brightly colored strap-on I'd ever seen in my life.
I was surprised by the girth of it, wondering if it would even fit inside me. I voiced this concern out loud and it was met with a maniacal giggle.
“There's only one way to find out,” Charlotte said mischievously. “Lay down for Mistress and spread those beautiful legs.”
“Yes, Ma'am,” I replied, trying to remain formal.
I was sure this would be similar to my encounter with Daddy and that I would have the same pleasurable response to her as I did him. While I have experienced girls before, I've never experienced a woman, especially one as delectable a creature as Mistress Lolita who stood easily on two incredibly tall stilettos with the same ease as a ballerina. She was absolutely amazing.
Mistress knelt on the bed while massaging the dildo in her right hand, unzipping her skirt with her left hand and tossing it aside carelessly. As she stroked, she licked her lips and commanded me to lift my dress very slowly so she could enjoy the view of my sweet fruit appearing for her to eat. I obeyed and dragged the cloth across my skin, relishing the sound of her hissing as my beautiful peach came into view. She leaned towards my thighs in awe of my juicy lips that were already dripping with nectar for her to lick. Mesmerized, I watched her tongue unfurl from her mouth and slowly lap at my engorged clit, arching my pelvis forward as I was eager to feel her warm mouth devour me.
As Mistress gently caressed my lips with hers, I trailed my fingers up to my breasts and popped them out of my dress. I massaged each nipple in slow circles to the rhythm of her tongue that dipped and dived around my clit. Her red lipstick was a striking contrast against my pale skin, her lips leaving remnants of the sticky gloss all along my hood and vulva. It felt like she was marking me and that made me feel special. I continued to roll my hips as she sucked and licked, the sensation of her soft mouth utterly unique. The light from the corner lamp perfectly outlined her voluptuous hips that rocked back and forth as she stroked her dildo. When she had finished tasting me, she sat up and demanded that I lick the mess from her lips like a good girl.
I sat up and licked every bit from her mouth, making sure not to leave one sweet stain behind. As soon as she felt satisfied with my cleaning, she flipped me over to my stomach and brushed the head of the dildo against my vulva that was still wet with her saliva and my fluid. I groaned at the motion, wiggling my bottom as she ran her hand up my spine to grip the back of my dress and hold me in place.
“Stay still, little girl,” Mistress demanded. “I want to feel your insides.”
I swooned at the sound of her commanding me, my bottom immediately stopping as her grip tightened on the back of my dress. As she eased her way between my silky lips, she smoothed her hand up to my shoulder and around my neck. The slight pressure caused me to gasp, my body abuzz with all sorts of titillating emotions. Her finger made its way up my neck and into my mouth, her voice behind me instructing me to suck as if it was my Daddy's cock.
“Do you like sucking cock, baby girl?” she asked me sweetly.
I moaned into her finger.
“Don't speak with your mouth full,” said a voice from the doorway.
Alarmed by the sudden disturbance, I looked over to find Daddy standing in front of the door with his cock hanging out of his jeans. His hands were firmly on his hips and his face was ste
rn, as if he'd come across me being incredibly bad. Mistress slowly pulled her finger out of my mouth, but kept the dildo firmly lodged inside of me. I had stopped rocking against her hips, frozen in place by the frightening look on Daddy's face that made my lips twitch around the solid dildo occupying my wet pussy. He looked over the scene in front of him and groaned.
“Yes, sir?” asked Mistress as she started to move her hips against my bottom. “Is there something that displeases you?”
Daddy was silent for a moment as he gathered his thoughts.
“I just don't think she's enjoying this as much without my cock in her mouth. Don't you, Miss Lolita?” he responded while playfully stroking his chin.
“I think we should fix that,” Mistress said. “Baby girl, open your mouth for your Daddy.”
With some hesitation, I opened my mouth as Daddy walked over to the edge of the bed and started running his fingers through my hair. He smiled down at my exposed rump, the round bubble bouncing buoyantly as Mistress picked up her rhythm. While she slammed her hips into me, he smacked my bottom and then patted my mouth with his erect cock, my tongue lapping in response to the motion. I wanted to swallow him whole and show him how much I could take. It was such an innate desire to want to please him that came as naturally as needing to eat. I was so hungry and I needed Daddy to feed me.
Very sensually, Daddy asked if I wanted his cock in my mouth to which I nodded eagerly. He grabbed a chunk of my hair and held my head in place as he eased his cock into my mouth, the warm fluid leaking from the tip a delightful surprise on my tongue. It occurred to me that I had never seen his cock before, that our first encounter had been him pleasing me. I was enthralled at the opportunity to be of service, my place as a bottom suddenly defined in very clear terms by the current event. Between Mistress and Daddy, I was a little toy that they could use however they pleased.
How exhilarating.
As Mistress continued to pound my silky hole, I absorbed the feeling of Daddy in my mouth, his wand twitching as I dragged my tongue up and down his shaft. I wrapped my lips around the base as he shoved my head down as far as it would go and gagged, causing Daddy to moan weakly. The warm chasm of my mouth was a delightful playground for him to penetrate. Mistress drove herself deeper into me as she reached around to rub my clit, the circular motion of her fingers gentle and loving against my skin. I moaned into Daddy's cock and he stroked my hair while whispering encouraging phrases. Mistress was giggling excitedly while prodding me and I could feel the tickling sensation grow within my gut. Was I allowed to cum?
I pulled away from Daddy's cock to ask, “Can I cum now?”
My question was met by the slam of Daddy's hand against the back of my head and his cock silencing me, his voice booming that I wasn't allowed to do anything until they were finished.
“If you cum before I tell you to cum, I won't play with you for a week,” Daddy said while pumping his cock in and out of my mouth.
The threat scared me as if one of my necessities had been taken away and I wasn't allowed to drink or shower or sleep. There was no way I could survive without Daddy's touch for a week. I'd simply wither away. I wish I could tell him that, but the girth of his member made that impossible. Instead, I decided to show him how much I couldn't live without him and started sucking harder, the muscles of my mouth closing in around his beautiful cock that was starting to tense up against my tongue. I could hear Mistress behind me grunting softly, her moans starting to fill the air as my hot honey coated her dildo. The two of them were rejoicing verbally of the amazing holes I provided, my body a toy of pure pleasure for them to enjoy.
As Daddy slid into my mouth harder, I could taste his warm flavor of desire beginning to exit his body, the creamy substance threatening to shoot into the back of my throat. I eagerly sucked the fluid leaking on my tongue and pulled his hips hard, my mouth taking over the rhythm with glee. Daddy grabbed the back of my head as he cried out, his hot load filling my mouth and throat as I continued to suck. I swallowed every bit of his creamy seed, continuing to lick at the head of his cock as he calmed down. Mistress was next to cry out behind me, her voice filling the room with a hearty bay that seemed to echo. She pounded against my bottom and started to shake as her body was rocked with an insane orgasm. I couldn't see it, but I could feel her rattling behind me as she rubbed my clit harder.
“Cum now, little girl,” she said while leaning her breasts against my sweaty back. “Let's see you shake.”
I looked up at Daddy, asking with my eyes whether or not that was okay. He nodded and took my face between his hands, and then leaned down to kiss my cum-covered lips that were salty with his load. As Mistress rocked into me again, Daddy kept my forehead pressed against his so he could see my face as I came. He licked my lips, egging me to let go and release my inner goddess that was begging to make an appearance. The combination of Mistress penetrating me and rubbing my clit while Daddy begged me to cum for him caused the tickling sensation to double and then suddenly explode into an array of shakes, yelps, and gasps. My body had never felt such pleasure before, not even at the height of my sexual exploration. Compared to yesterday, this orgasm was phenomenal, practically causing another universe to be birthed as a result of the amount of energy I had just emitted.
Satisfied and proud, Daddy kissed my mouth that was still desperately gasping for air and then pulled me up into his arms. Mistress walked over to us and wrapped a blanket around my shivering body, the warmth of it immediately chasing the coldness away. They both stood together, embracing me while smoothing hair from my face and planting gentle kisses against my temple. Daddy rocked my body while humming, the motion causing my eyes to close and my mind to drift. This is my beautiful family holding me and I hoped that they would never let me go.
Chapter Five
It had been a couple of weeks since I first visited The Marble and I was beside myself with ecstatic wonder. Mistress and Daddy had proven themselves to be amazing teachers who were mostly forgiving and merciful when it suited them. Our dynamic was amazing, Mistress taught me much about the art of bottoming while Daddy molded me into the perfect little girl. My brattiness had all since faded and I was more focused on pleasing than receiving pleasure. Being so willing to give was the most rewarding aspect, my good behavior being met with orgasm after orgasm. On a particularly chilly evening, Mistress had warmed me up with a new toy I had never heard of before. It was a large massage wand that was attached to a dial, the girth of it proving to be its most intimidating feature. Mistress assured me she wouldn't insert it and had me lie back.
As she grazed it over my clit and turned the dial to different strengths, I couldn't keep myself still. She had to call one of her female servants into the room to hold me in place while she forced me to orgasm. Each one came after the other, my body rattling violently beneath the weight of what was now two people holding me down while I uncontrollably screamed against the vibration of the wand. I had no idea what a rolling orgasm was until that night and I became utterly addicted to the rush.
Tonight was our first time not attending the club seeing as it was my mother's night off. In truth, I was so raw that the thought of being touched caused my swollen lips to twitch nervously, unsure of whether I could take another object, cock, or hand. As I rested in my comforting warm sheets that were fresh from the dryer, I heard squeaking coming from next door. Positive that I had just been imagining things, I went back to watching the television that Daddy had purchased for me the day before. It was small set, but it fit perfectly on top of my dresser and got all of the channels that I watched regularly.
Even over the volume of the TV, I could have sworn I had heard more squeaking. I looked at my bedroom door that was cracked, wondering what in the world was going on outside of my room. Curiously, I stood from the bed and peered out into the hall to look around. No one was in the living room and the kitchen light was off, so my parents must be in their room--
No way.
I stared down the other
end of the hall to their bedroom door that was firmly shut, still hearing the creaking coming through the wood. There was no way he was pleasing that selfish cow right now after everything we had just been through. He had been teaching me everything that there was to know about the dark world of BDSM and I was enjoying every torturous minute, my body receptive to every smack and hit from all sorts of toys. My bottom was still braised with bruises from the last spanking session, but he was in there having sex with my mother. Jealousy rushed through my body like an illness, a fever taking hold of my face and causing me to become flushed with rage.
Closing my door quietly, I stomped over to my bed and silently threw a tantrum all over the top of my clean sheets, twisting them up around my body and tossing them to the ground in a fit. I couldn't believe Daddy would do such a thing to me after all I had given him. I was the most well-behaved little girl in the entire club, other Masters bringing their slaves to watch me as I took all my whippings and obediently gave Daddy my mouth for whatever he wanted. Sometimes, Daddy would instruct me to suck someone's cock, presumably to test my obedience level. I was so willing to do anything for him that I jumped on the opportunity to obey, making other Masters jealous of how committed I was to Daddy and his pleasure.