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 heart skipped a beat at her words. What did that mean? I looked up at Daddy Daniel, trying to gauge his reaction.
He was silent for a long moment, his mesmerizing blue eyes studying me intently. Finally, he spoke. “Amy,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “The assessors have given me permission to serve as your primary daddy for the remainder of your sentence here at the facility.”
I gasped softly, hardly daring to believe what I was hearing.
Daddy Daniel continued, “If you consent, I will be in control of your body while you finish your rehabilitation. And when you’re released, I will be your owner.”
My mind reeled at his words. To belong to Daddy Daniel, to be his… The thought sent a shiver of excitement through me. But there was something in his tone, a hint of steel beneath the velvet, that made me hesitate.
“However,” Daddy Daniel added, his voice taking on a stern edge, “you need to understand what this entails. Having me as your primary daddy doesn’t mean you’ll only serve me. In fact, I’ve promised to ensure you’re used thoroughly by many men. Your fixation on me can’t be allowed to interfere with your training as a proper fuck toy.”
I felt my cheeks burn at his crude words, even as a jolt of arousal shot through me. The idea of belonging to Daddy Daniel was thrilling, but the thought of still being used by other men made me squirm with a mixture of shame and unwanted excitement.
“I… I don’t need to serve other men,” I protested weakly, though even as the words left my mouth I knew they weren’t true. “I just want to be yours, Daddy.”
Miss Frieda tsked softly. “Oh, Amy, you know that’s not true. Your body’s responses during sessions with other daddies prove otherwise. You need a variety of cocks to truly satisfy your submissive urges.”
Daddy Daniel nodded in agreement. “Miss Frieda is right. And it’s a good thing the procedure for making me your primary daddy involves demonstrating just how desperately you need to serve many cocks.”
My eyes widened at his words, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. “W-what do you mean?”
A small smile played at the corners of Daddy Daniel’s mouth as he looked down at me. “Stand up and bend over Miss Frieda’s desk,” he commanded.
My legs trembled as I rose to my feet, acutely aware of my nakedness. I shuffled over to Miss Frieda’s imposing oak desk, feeling both of their eyes on me as I bent forward, pressing my bare breasts against the cool, polished wood.
I heard movement behind me, then felt Daddy Daniel’s large hand come to rest on the small of my back. His touch sent shivers through my body, a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through me.
“Miss Frieda,” Daddy Daniel said, his voice low and authoritative, “would you be so kind as to hand me that punishment plug?”
My breath caught in my throat. Punishment plug? I twisted my head, trying to see what was happening behind me. From the corner of my eye, I saw Miss Frieda reach into a drawer and pull out what looked like an enormous anal plug. It was at least twice the size of any I’d taken before, made of shiny black silicone with ridges along its length.
“This should serve as an excellent reminder,” Daddy Daniel mused, taking the intimidating toy from Miss Frieda. He moved back behind me, and I whimpered as I felt the cool, slick tip of the massive plug press against my rear entrance, still tight despite how many daddies had used me there in the past two weeks. My muscles clenched involuntarily, trying to resist the intrusion.
“This plug is going in your bottom, Amy,” Daddy Daniel explained, his voice stern. “It’s a reminder that your ass belongs to me, even though you’re going to be gangbanged by six other daddies today.”
My eyes widened at his words. Six other daddies? Gangbanged? A mixture of fear and shameful arousal coursed through me.
“Please, Daddy,” I whined. “It’s too big. I can’t take it.”
“You can and you will,” Daddy Daniel replied firmly. “This is part of your training. Now relax and push out.”
I tried to obey, forcing my muscles to relax as I felt the plug slowly stretching me open. The pressure was intense and painful. Tears sprang to my eyes as the widest part of the plug breached my tight ring of muscle.
“That’s it,” Daddy Daniel murmured encouragingly. “Almost there.”
With a final push, the plug slipped fully inside me. My bottom clenched around the narrow base, holding it securely in place. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming.
“Stand up and turn around,” Daddy Daniel commanded.
On shaky legs, I obeyed. The movement caused the plug to shift inside me, sending shockwaves of sensation through my body. I whimpered softly as I turned to face Daddy Daniel and Miss Frieda, my cheeks burning with shame.