Chapter 8 - Dad
He was in a thoughtful mood as he slowly munched his way through a leathery piece of cold brown toast. He contemplated calling Girlie and sending her to make a fresh batch. He decided against it, he wasn't all that hungry anyway, and more importantly, the coffee pot was still hot.
In any case, Girlie having already prepared breakfast would now have set about her morning chores and his wife preferred that her regimented daily routine was not disturbed overmuch. ‘All part of the conditioning if she’s to be of any long-term use to us or anyone else’. There were several exceptions of course. Although Girlie was specifically his to play with, she belonged to his wife as did every other slave or animal on the estate. They all ultimately belonged to her, and she always had the final aye or nay in any given situation.
Strange he mused as he slowly spread the thick orange marmalade, he could go and find Girlie and give her a good thrashing or fuck her sissy bitch’s man cunt senseless without any worry because that was the primary purpose of her existence in this household. However, Patricia might go all cold and nasty on him if he merely ordered some more toast and get all sarky about how lazy he’d become! Oh well, that was the way of things in this household and he’d long since accepted his own minority status in the matriarchal pecking order. The advantages far outweighed the disadvantages!
Maybe he’d drive out later to the club and play a round of golf, but then again perhaps not. The weather outside did not look very promising, and he was by nature only a fair-weather golfer. He really did need to practice though; his handicap hadn’t shifted for several years whereas Patricia’s was on the verge of dropping into single figures. Par for the course – pun fully intended!
He sighed deeply. He felt bored, and that was unusual for him. Usually, there was always enough to keep him occupied, but today he didn’t feel interested in anything. He’d completed most of the routine DIY jobs around their small estate and the remaining items mostly involved outside and garden work. There was an initial heavy smattering of rain against the windows. Nope, no point getting the ride on motor mower out today. Maybe, one day, they could get some sort of a manual mower that one of the ponies could pull? Something to mention latter perhaps over dinner. Sort of idea that Alice would be interested in.
Thinking about the ponies he hadn’t visited the stable building for quite some time. Not exactly his thing plus the place permanently seemed to stink of piss and shit. He didn’t know how his wife and Alice could stand it, not only could they stand it they even seemed to relish it. Weird!
Midnight was over there. Alice’s big black stallion. He had a secret lust for Midnight every time he saw that magnificent black oiled body. Generally, that beefy type did nothing for him; he liked his sissy wimpy little girlie types. Midnight had such a fantastic arse on him though albeit permanently covered with the marks left by Alice’s whip. He’d love to plunge his meat into that big brute, make him squeal aloud although maybe not. He liked his holes nice and tight, and Alice had a penchant for the ‘strapon’, he suspected that by now Midnight would be well stretched plus the animals here were always butt plugged, so such invasions were no novelty to them.
Most mornings he could immerse himself in ‘catch up’ sport on tv or browsing around on the internet, he liked to spend time on the BBC and CNN news sites each day, but he wasn't in the mood to sit around now. He felt fidgety and unsettled. He swallowed the last piece of toast and drained his coffee cup. No, he better finish up here and then go and find something useful to do before his wife returned.
Patricia had done the school run with Eva today rather than him. She had an emergency dental appointment, a painful problem with an old filling. No, he better be out of the way when she returned. His wife detested going to visit dentists and doctors probably because the nature of such visits would invariably put her in a more subservient position albeit for a very brief time. Strange he mused again, a slight whiff of a toothache and she became a martyr to pain, yet she could inflict agony equal to or far worse and more prolonged just on a whim or for her perverted amusement!
Hmmm, better to be otherwise engaged and out of range when she returned. He didn’t want to be the ‘chosen sacrifice’ if one was needed to mollify her mood. He hadn’t forgotten last Saturday night nor had his sore buttocks. Now that she’d loaned out Mumsie to her older sister she’d decided that they should have a nice romantic evening together. Her version of one anyway. “It’s been such a long time since we last played ‘fetch the paddle’, darling”, she’d cooed with that sexy, and oh so deceiving seductive sadistic smile.
Brushing a few breadcrumbs from his lips he arose abruptly from the table. No, he wasn’t going to hang around here. It was time that lazy little sissy bitch cleared things away anyway. “Girlie” he called. “Girlie, get in here now.”
She came at the run or as fast as she could in the six-inch platform high heels locked to her feet, stumbling slightly into a clumsy curtsy as she skidded to a halt in front of her Master.
He decided he wasn’t in a generous mood. His hand lashed out and slapped her left cheek hard enough to rock her head and elicit a little cry of pain. He reached out again, but she involuntarily flinched slightly, her head moving away from his hand.
‘Snap’, his fingers clicked. He glared at her. “Keep your head still, bitch!” He reached out and grabbed a handful of blonde hair pulling her towards him. “You know better than to move away when your owner wants to touch you, don’t you”, he snarled.
Girlie nodded frantically hoping to avoid a second blow. A vain hope. The hand let go of her hair, backhanded her right cheek and then roughly grabbed another handful of hair and shook her head.
“Well, you better remember in the future slut if you don’t want another blistered backside, hadn’t you?”
Girlie remained silent; she knew no answer was required. The strong hand that held her hair was cruelly twisting it now, pulling downwards, her head dropping to one side. Her eyes started to water and began to blink rapidly. Her brightly coloured pink lips opened to mouth a plea, silent, no words came from her.
He surveyed her as he held her. She looked as though she was about to cry. He liked that; it always made her look so cute and helpless. He liked to make her cry. She had cried this morning for him once already.
He felt a stirring in his loins. He’d woken up that morning feeling randy with a massive hard-on. Patricia being a habitual early rise had already vacated the communal marriage bed even earlier than usual and was up and about, probably making life ever more miserable for one of her wretched animals. Not that for one second had he considered seeking relief in that direction. Not if he valued an intact backside for the next few days…
Sex with Patricia was a rare treat and only when she felt like it and always on her terms. Not that often given she had alternatives of her own. In any case, the sadistic bitch invariably liked to ‘warm herself up’, get the love juices flowing as she put it. That usually meant thrashing someone – hence the ‘fetch’ game with the wooden paddle!
Normal relations between husband and wife invariably came with a price these days, and fortunately, he wasn’t required to reach into his personal wallet all that often. Nevertheless, he fervently hoped Claire would bring Mumsie back before too long; his buttocks could only take so much. There were times when he actually sympathised with the wretches here that lived to serve their owners knowing how minor and infrequently his posterior suffered compared top them!
Earlier that day he’d yawned long and loud, sat up in straight in the big half-empty bed, stretched and then reached down and felt himself. No way that big stiffie was going to subside anytime soon. Ten and a half inches of thick real man cock straining and eager for a little early morning entertainment. He reached across for the small device on the bedside cabinet, keyed in a call number, switched the punishment level to 1 then pressed the button twice. Room ‘service’ was on its way. Well, it better be if it didn’t want to receive a level five or six summons!
The problem now, only a short time later was that she looked so cute and sexy. He wondered if she’d chosen that outfit herself or had it been chosen for her. It looked like one of Eva’s selections. Unlike other little girls, Eva had never needed a Barbie doll to play dressing games with when she was younger. Patricia had ensured that she grew up alongside the real thing, or things plus she had the means to encourage them to always look their best in whatever outfit she chose even if most of his wife's slags had been a bit on the ripe side. Another one of his wife’s little foibles!
Girlie had answered the earlier summons in the same frothy pink ruffled baby doll nightie she’d been wearing the night before and the six-inch colour coordinated court shoes. Her naked butt barely covered by the ultra-short feminine garment revealed the half-dozen vivid raised red weal’s his wife’s cane had inflicted the previous evening. They must have been effective; her tongue had performed as enthusiastically as her mother’s frequently did. The little bitch must have been shattered when it was finally his turn, fortunate for her then that having been a very randy voyeur for the previous hour or so meant he blew his load straight down her throat almost at the first touch of her lips. What a waste!
He’d more than made up for it this morning. She’d barely finished her obligatory curtsey when he’d thrown her down over the bed end, stuffed a pillow under her belly and rammed his manhood into her bitch cunt. He loved the way that she was still tight even after all these months of him fucking her at least once a day. That’s why he never let the others butt plug her. That was his hole, and he wanted its warm embrace to remain a nice snug fit when it welcomed his masterly cock. Butt plugs had their place but not in his sissy little bitch’s tight hole.
Maybe ‘welcome’ was the wrong term. He was one hundred per cent certain Girlie most definitely did not welcome him at any time. However, she had no choice, did she? At any time of the day or night, she could be summoned to satisfy his rampant manhood, to confirm her master’s virile masculinity at the expense of her own diminishing maleness!
So far, he hadn’t tired of her even after nearly half a year. Of course, those first few weeks had been extra entertaining. They always were. A lot of screaming and struggling inevitably but that only added to the fun and games. His wife, he had to admit, was very capable when it came to what she liked to call her ‘little induction sessions’!
Watching his wife dress the little bitches in the early days was always a huge turn-on for him. He’d sit at ease in a comfortable chair in the corner of the bedroom watching as she prepared the new meat ready for his swelling cock to devour. She was an expert ‘tenderiser’. He could testify to that personally, but at least he was spared the worst excesses of the rod. Her victim, face down, hands cuffed together to a central point on the bed head rail was not so fortunate.
A white arse slowly turning pink, then red, then purple, body shaking, writhing, restrained legs trying to kick, angry fouls mouthed protests turning to cries of pain, shrieks and finally mindless screams. Then the sobs and tears would come mingled in with the begging and pleading.
His wife would coo to the victim, speaking softly, whispering deceptive comforts as she ran a hand over that swollen and burning arse. Twin mounds of agony yet not damaged, skin bruised but not broken, not a trace of blood. His wife was an expert with that wretched paddle.
“Tell me what a good girl you’re going to be?” She would be whispering. “What a good little girlie bitch? The soft, quiet words coming as she gently stroked those quivering burning buns. “You want your new Master to fuck you, don’t you…to FUCK YOU, HARD BITCH?”
Almost always the protests had begun again by this point. Breath back struggles recommenced, the memory of recent pain fading a little. Stupid, because the pain would then start all over again and usually worse!
The second round hadn’t taken long with this one he recalled. Girlie was soon shrieking yes, yes to every question put to her, anything to stop the relentless rise and fall of that paddle. This particular little sissy bitch was so weak she hadn’t needed even one introductory session down in the cellar.
“So, you want me to help you dress for your Master? You want to look like a sexy little bitch all ready and eager to offer up her bitch cherry to her new Master? You know what cherry we are talking about dolly don’t you?”
There had been a silence that merited a few more blows with the menacing paddle to achieve a more enthusiastic response. Patricia often referred to the paddle as one of her primary ‘attitude adjusters’. She had nodded to him while rubbing the hard surface of the implement over the purpling bruised flesh. Almost time but not quite yet.
He’d stood up and moved over to the bed. “Look at me bitch”. Then once the eyes of the tearful frightened youth were firmly focused on him, he slowly removed his clothing until only his damned leather ‘tummy nipper’ waistband and jockey shorts remained, the latter straining to contain a massive bulge at the front.
Patricia gave the boys rump a playful swat and moved over to join her husband. Her hand strayed down to the single button on his fly. “Time to meet your real master Girlie”, she had sneered down at the helpless young man. “Time to see what a real man looks like, not a girly man-bitch with a teeny-weeny winkle”.
One long finger popped the button, and his cock leapt out to stand rigidly to attention. The fingers stroked it and then grasped it loosely teasing its length with a couple of pumps. “Steady”. He’d cautioned, automatically stiffening his whole body, he did not want to cum yet. He was virtually ready, had been for a while, but his load was for that sexy little bitch fastened on the bed and not to be wasted via a casual spurt into the empty air!
“No, please no….” The pleading and whining recommenced. It always did once they saw ‘Mr Cocky’ standing to attention for the first time. A cock they would become intimately acquainted with, literally acquainted with, size, shape, taste, eruptions and ravenous demands. Eyes wide with horror as they gazed aghast as the reality of their situation suddenly took hold.
He’d waited patiently again but with increasing frustration while the paddle rose and fell as it resumed its persuasive duties. ‘No’ was a word soon to be erased from the vocabulary of one-half of the new households’ occupants. Even ‘Yes was a superfluous word. Here one obeyed without question once an order was given, no response was usually necessary.
“Yes, yes please, yes dress me, dress me…. please”
“Are you sure, not just saying that girl because your cute bitch botty hurts?”
“No, no, I mean yes” the young man had wailed. “Please, no more, dress me, dress me, I’ll do it, please….”
Patricia had laughed cruelly her eyes glinting wickedly with callous delight. “So, you want to dress sexy for your Master, do you? You want to get into a sexy girlie outfit to make your new Master extra randy so that he can give you a nice long hard first fuck?”
“Yes, no…. oh god no, please no, don’t hurt me anymore, please………”
“I am not sure I understood your answer girl”.
THWACK, THWACK.
“Nooooooo, no, please. I’ll do it, I’ll do it, whatever you want. Please?”
“Look at your Master girl, look at him, look at his big juicy man cock. Look at it bitch. You know just where that’s going. Don’t you girl? Tell me where it’s going and how much you want it, TELL ME?
TWACK, THWAK, TWACK.
“No, Noooo, I mean yes, yes I want it, I want it. It’s going, no, yes, please, going in my bottom, please no!”
“Please, no bitch? You mean please, yes don’t you?” She’d asked the tearful frantically nodding youth waving the wicked paddle in his face. “Yes, right up your bitch man cunt girl. Never had a cock up there, before have you?”
The terrified head shaking was the answer they’d both expected. ‘Oh god get on with it’ he’d thought to himself. He had to brace his muscles again, hold himself ridged until the spasm passed. If she didn’t move things along right now, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back.
Patricia was not inclined to hurry overmuch. She was enjoying herself too much, the cat playing with a mouse. Big vicious female cat, small, weak, helpless ‘male’ mouse. She was also hot but not yet at the boil. She’d watch her husband take the little bitch’s cherry and then go down and amuse herself with his mother some more.
“Lay still” she commanded. “Time to start making you look oh so sexy before fucky fucky bitch cunt cherry popping time!”. She moved briefly away from the bed, collected a pile of clothing from a nearby dresser and dropped it alongside the youth.
“Raise your belly” she ordered as she slid the leather waspie under him. She pulled the ends around behind him and secured the straps in the ratchet mechanisms that would painfully tighten the wicked corset around his middle. She leant forward to whisper in his ear. “It doesn’t come off, ever honeybuns so better get used to it, and it will get a whole lot tighter. I like nice trim waists, don’t I?”
The latter remark as she raised her voice was addressed to him. He nodded conscious of the garment that encircled his own midriff and could only be removed for bathing or illness. He hated it probably as much as all Patricia’s other creatures did but at least his was nothing like as constrictive. He still resented wearing it and even more having to ask when he needed it removed. Patricia had a key so had Eva and Alice. It was demeaning and humiliating to have to ask for its temporary removal, and then to ask for it to be refastened. Eva especially could be quite malicious, more than once he’d had to find his wife and beg her to loosen it a bit. Bitch, she always seemed to find that highly amusing.
The captive youth made strangling gasping noises as his wife rotated the little-shaped key around and around the clicking of the ratchets clearly audible as the device slowly embraced its victim in a relentless leather and steel bear hug.
“Tight, too tight, please….”
Smack.
Patricia raised her hand again, and the youth flinched away a red mark on his cheek. “You will soon learn what I think tight means; this is nothing, that fat bitch belly of yours needs some flat tummy training. Goddess, anyone would think you were a pregnant little bitch. I will soon have you nice and trim which is more than your beast of a sister will be in a few months once Alice has fulfilled her ambitions with Midnight!”.
Patricia had glanced over at her husband again to gauge his readiness. She obviously correctly decided that this was not the time to get over-elaborate and spin things out too much, that bobbing specimen of rampant manhood needed to meet its new partner quite urgently. Better not to go overboard on ‘dressing the sissy’ at this stage. Reluctantly she decided that shoes, garter belt and stockings could wait for another session. It might be even more fun to have the little bitch dress herself for the first time, from what she had seen so far it wouldn’t take much to get her to that stage. One vitally important item could not wait though.
She selected a shiny red tube-like device from out of the pile. One finger reached out and began to massage the little penis between the youth’s legs slowly. He made noises but did not say anything. Despite his predicament, it stirred and grew a little and then a bit more, enough for her evil purpose. She deftly snapped the two halves of the restraint around the growing penis making sure that the thick bulbous head was sticking out of the top. The hinge held it on one side, and the other two edges joined with an audible click as two tiny locks engaged. His balls swung free but no matter how much they wanted to unload their content they never would while that piece of red plastic held his teeny cock captive.
She tapped against the plastic tube with a long fingernail. “No more naughty stiffie squirts for you bitchboy!” and as she spoke she smacked the bruised bottom in front of her quite hard eliciting a painful yelp. “Now turn over girl”. She watched as the youth shuffled himself over onto his back wincing as his bottom slid along the bed, then reached out again and waggled the restrained penis. “You’re going to get a lot of cum from now on, but none of it will be coming out of this pathetic little clit!”
She rose and fetched a wedge-shaped cushion from one corner of the room and a couple of long straps. Her husband came forward eagerly to help. The cushion was positioned under the boys back and bottom so that his lower half was slightly raised. The chain between his ankle cuffs was released and separate straps fitted to each ankle and then back to fixings either side of the bed end and tightened but not too tight.
Husband and wife watched as a degree of awareness entered the youth’s eyes as he realised how helpless he was, and which part of his anatomy was now elevated and exposed, accessible and completely vulnerable. Patricia walked to her dressing table, squirted some cream from a tube onto her hand and then smeared it liberally on the youth’s rectum and then wiped the surplus off her fingers by running them down the length of her husband’s rampant twitching penis.
“Bet you can’t even last a minute” she teased at her husband’s growing impatience as she wiped her hand on a tissue. “Go on then, bust the wimpy little sissy bitch’s virgin cunt”.
He jerked his mind back to the present. Girlie was standing there patiently, and he still held a handful of silky ash blonde hair. Alice had done an excellent job grooming the little bitches’ blonde locks. Maybe he’d ask her to stop trimming it so that she could grow it, right down her back? If she was here that long. One of Patricia’s nasty friends might take a fancy to her and make a lucrative offer. It wouldn’t be the first time, or she might swap her for an interesting pony, that had happened before as well.
Blonde hair and pink ribbon, soft pink baby doll make up all fresh-faced and cutie pie perfect. Pink security collar, wet look shocking pink shoulder length gloves, matching garter belt, rose pink latex stockings and the two-inch platform shoes with six-inch heels in shocking pink as well of course. A tiny pink ruffled waist apron the only item of clothing indicating she was on household rather than bedroom duties.
“I suppose Eva told you what to wear,” he asked already knowing what the answer would be. Eva was into pink again especially ultra-glossy or shiny pink for Girlie. Her personal attire preferences being a lot more toned down and subtle.
“Yes Master, Madam Eva chose my outfit”.
“Eva has good taste; the little witch always knows what turns me on” He felt his earlier stirrings stiffen to something more demanding and urgent. He knew Patricia would not be happy if she came back and found the dining room like that…. but that would be Girlies problem, not his! He didn’t make the ground rules, she did, and up to now, his prime need had always taken precedence over mere household tasks. The little dolly really ought to be grateful; if it weren’t for his particular little peccadillos the bitch would be wearing a harness out in in the stable or crawling around on hands and knees in the kennel regularly servicing some slobbering mastiff!
“Don’t bother clearing away and washing up just yet, why don’t we both go upstairs and relax for a while cutie-pie, there is a, well…. not so little thing you can take care of for me!” He grinned, releasing her hair, placing the same hand possessively on her bottom, squeezed a sweet firm butt cheek and firmly steered her towards the door.
Déjà vu