Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
My lips parted, and again I almost spoke to Miss Frieda. The trainer made Amy and Jenna kneel in front of me and Otto where we had returned to our easy chairs.
“Thank you for punishing me and using me, Daddy,” Amy said, her eyes downcast as she knew they must be.
I put out my hand and lifted her chin. She raised her eyes to mine, a bewitching little smile on her face. An answering smile came onto my face; I couldn’t have kept it from showing even if I’d wanted to.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” I replied. “Thank you for your obedience. I’m leaving early tomorrow, and you won’t see me for a while.”
That same conflict appeared in Amy’s face: the clear affection for me, but also the growing knowledge that even if she could have belonged solely to me, she would still have needed more.
I had one final impulse to request her for the night, but I suddenly felt absolutely sure that if I did I would put myself in the gravest danger of my life, emotionally speaking. I accepted on an intellectual level that my sweet bad girl couldn’t belong to me, but my heart refused to cooperate.
“That’s too bad, Daddy,” she said, her brow furrowing slightly. “You’ll come back, though?”
Even if I tried to stay away, I knew I would fail miserably.
“Yes,” I told her. “I’ll come back to use you again.”
Amy
When I woke up in my cell the next morning, my whole body, but especially my bottom and my pussy, felt like—well, like two strong men had used me like a sex doll for their pleasure.
I didn’t know how I could possibly bear more of that. Something in me, though, half-buried in a deep, still-mostly-unexplored part of the region where soul and body met, still wanted to try. I remembered how I had seemed to travel out into the cosmos, when the daddies had fucked me, how the ordeal of submission had uncovered something… magical.
How Daddy Daniel had been right, about what I needed, and how it made me want to obey him.
To be his good girl.
I frowned, remembering him telling me he was going to leave—he’d probably already left. I thought I’d seen regret in his eyes, though perhaps he had tried to hide it.
He would come back, though… and in the meantime…
I shivered, remembering what Daddy Daniel had recommended to his friends—were all billionaires friends, I wondered? Or just the ones who liked to whip and fuck bad girls?
She needs a lot of cock. Be sure to fuck her as soon as you get the chance.
After Daddy Daniel left, though, to my surprise, the other daddies didn’t seem to take his advice. I expected, with dread but also with helpless anticipation, that the scene on the cell block the previous morning would be repeated, just with more daddies. Surely the three new ones from last night would want to follow Daddy Daniel’s advice?
And when Miss Frieda and Mr. Samuel roused us for inspection, indeed, Daddy Otto, Daddy Victor, Daddy Reggie, and Daddy Lawrence were there waiting.
The girls they chose to punish and use, though, were Heather, Mia, Lila, and Zoe. It took me a little while to realize that it had to be because Megan, Jenna, and I were off limits this morning thanks to how brutally we’d been punished and fucked yesterday. In the meantime, the four daddies had decided to line their four chosen bad girls up against the wall and whip them in unison.
Even when I did understand—and after I had shared a mutual wincing look with Jenna and Megan, the three of us commiserating with one another for how sore we all were and sympathizing with the girls getting whipped—my first, insane reaction at not getting chosen for punishment and sexual use didn’t really fade.
Disappointment. Jealousy, even. Hadn’t Daddy Daniel told them to use me?
In the days that followed, though, once I could walk without whimpering, I got what I needed. Over the next two weeks, I became intimately acquainted with the various daddies who frequented the Institute. Each day brought new punishments, new humiliations, and new heights of shameful pleasure.
Daddy Victor seemed to delight in pushing my limits. His favorite game involved tying me spread-eagle to the bed in his guesthouse room and alternately whipping me and edging me for hours, bringing me to the brink of orgasm over and over without allowing release. By the time he finally entered me, I was a quivering, begging mess with a very sorry bottom, desperate for his cock.
Daddy Reggie preferred group scenes. He would often pair me with Jenna or one of the other girls, making us pleasure each other while he watched. Then he would decide which of us had performed better and reward that girl first with the paddle and then with his thick cock. The loser would have to kneel nearby and watch, not allowed to touch herself.