Owned Life. In Which You Have Few Responsibilities Outside Being A Sexual Submissive To Daddy, And Available

Perfect position, little one.

Are you young, small, short and petite? Are you a submissive desperate to be loved and used by an older dominant man? Do you like to regress, do you fantasize about being raped, do you get off on incest kink? Do you have an oral fixation?

Consider an owned life. You will have no responsibilities except to pleasure your Daddy - and to be pleasured by him. To take each day as it comes, to read books, curl up in a ball and sleep all afternoon, to wear only panties, or anything but, and to take Daddy whenever or wherever He decides, in whatever way He decides, as His free use slave.

You will curl your tongue around his cock and curl your small hands around his finger, you will cum until your brain breaks and your body melts into a moaning, whimpering, shuddering pool of violated innocence, clinging to Daddy's strength. You will fight Him as he tears away your panties, receive spankings to correct your behavior, train your ass to receive his cock. You will allow yourself to be bound, spread, tied, gagged, blindfolded, pinched, slapped, choked, tickled, and forced to orgasm.

You will find yourself pressed between Daddy and his friend, filled beyond belief. You will find yourself making out with another little playmate as Daddy takes turns with each of you. You will be on display at parties, as an object or centerpiece. Or you will be kneeling with your head down at Daddy's beck and call.

You will allow yourself to be touched under the table at restaurants, you will allow Him to eat you out at the movie theater, you will have your mouth on Daddy in the car, always.

But you will orgasm - God you will orgasm more than anyone should expect from life.

Study partners...

Fantisizing about what it would be like if I had this in my home, and I could wake her up to make her living, and she could vengefully force me to eat her out. I guess I am attracted to strong women.

Chess - Part 1

The box came from an ancient shipwreck. After it was pulled from the sea, I cleaned it for weeks, to find a latch. Almost unable to contain my enthusiasm, I said nothing as everyone left for the evening. Then, the opportunity came. I pried open the latch and peered into the blackness.

The pieces were ornate carved porcelain. There were soldiers, horsemen, elephants, and chariots, and a very fallac Raja.

When the board had been set, and all pieces accounted for, I moved my pawn out in the Sicilian defense. I didn’t really think about what would happen next, but a black horseman moved out into position.

I leapt back and cursed.

The board had moved itself. It was a magic chess board. Okay.

I tried to remember what I could of Jumanji. Better in control of my senses, I sat down, held out my hands in question, and politely inquired to the empty space opposite the board, “With whom do I have the pleasure of facing in this match?”

A voice in my pants. I leap two feet in the air.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I could hear the feminine automated voice of Siri ramble: “You are facing Rati. Rati is the Hindu and goddess of love, carnal desire, lust, passion and sexual pleasure. I have found the following information on Rati on the internet. Would you like to learn more?”

My phone patiently waited for my consent.

“No.” I said. “No, thank you.”

So the game was magic and ancient deities knew how to use personal electronics. Could Rati uncensor my phone’s Tumblr feed? I filed the thought away for later. More pressing: what did Raji want from chess?

I thought, let’s see where this goes, and moved a knight. Raji quickly moved a pawn. I built a Sicilian defense with two knights two pawns. She sensed my intent and pulled out some pawns.

And then, I decided to take her pawn. When I did that, my mind spun.

When I came to, I was standing on a chess board the size of a great ballroom, and before me was the game. Each black piece was a life sized statue, or rather, elegant sculpture rich in detail . Each figure was a women with their eyes closed.

Each woman was distinctly a type of piece. Eight soldiers stood lightly on their feet; two rode horses, two were accompanied by elephants - yes, elephants. Two rode in charriots. There was a tall, darkly cloaked queen, holding something in her hand. And a king, the only man in the lot, with a wide cape.

The women were beautiful, in various states of suggestive dress, and I began to realize what might happen here.

“Oh no.” I said. But in my mind, I said “Oh yes.” I was already getting hard looking at the woman sitting entirely nude on top of the elephant. I guess I would be a pawn of the gods.

And then I noticed most of them held weapons.

Pawn takes pawn.

As I walked forward to get a better look, the pawn before me changed into a living room woman.

Her pawn was young and petite, her flat chest pressed by a leather tunic. She was standing formally straight and erect, dressed for light warfare, but slivers of glistening skin shone around her collar, the underside of her arm, a thigh.

As I approached her, her eyes glanced at me, wide and full. I sensed some fear and some wonder. I also sensed the pride and discipline that forced her to remain in position. She was holding a long bow but she wasn’t raising it to attack. I saw an arm tremble.

I felt that she had accepted a fate that she would be at the mercy of events bigger than herself, but she was frightened at how they would unfold, while still appearing strong.

I had the overwhelming desire to hold her, to make her safe and to allow her to face her own fears. I stood behind her and felt the skin on her waist and up her back. I untied the leather tunic as I breathed into her ear, letting my lips brush up against the lobes. I kissed her neck, and in that moment she dropped her bow, and relaxed, and breathed deeply, as if for the first time. Her weight pressed against me slightly, and still her arms hung at her sides, palms in.

She was giving herself to me, trusting me. I removed the light armor around her arms, and I loosened her belt. I brought my kisses up to her cheeks, to the underside of her chin. Still behind her, I slipped both hands around her hips and down, slowly, to her crotch. She signed again, as I spread the lips around her clit with both hands, and began to massage the middle.

I felt the muscles in her thighs relax more as she widened her stance, and leaned more into me, arching her back. I brought one of my thighs up between her legs to stabilize her. I kissed at her shoulder, her neck, her ear more aggressively. I let me tongue dive into her ear, as I let a finger sink into her pussy.

And there we stood, for a time, both trembling slightly. I used her wetness to lubricate her clit, reaching ever more hungrily into it. I almost didn’t notice that she had let her skirt fall to the ground around her boots, and pulled her undergarment over her head, so that although I was still dressed, she now stood there naked in my arms, my body shielding her and enveloping her.

She began sucking deep breaths, rhythmically, and I was enjoying her pleasure. With one hand still in her pussy, and the other wrapped across her chest, pinning her to me, and my tongue burrowing into her ear, she gasped in orgasm, shaking for only a second.

Her body relaxed, and I gently released my grip across her chest, and she melted down into the grass in front of me, face down.

I had claimed my victim.

Removing my clothes, I came down on her from behind and thrust myself into her lubricated hole. Her arms spread out into the blades of grass, no effort left in them, her body limp for my taking. I fell onto her with my weight and took my time fucking her, pressing her into the ground, feeling the cheeks of her ass slide against my belly, feeling her strong conditioned thighs yield to my knees.

I grabbed a handful of her hair with one hand, lifted both her arms over her head with the other and held her wrists, locking her to immobility, then thrust to make my orgasm.

Let me untie you slowly babygirl.

Daddy, can you come in please and rub my back?

Be a living work of art...

You are so safe with daddy.

How babygirl should greet Daddy when he comes home from work.

You will wake up dreaming about Daddy's cock and will be unable to turn away from it. You will go about your day knowing that Daddy's cock was in your mouth that morning. Every word that slips from between those lips that were wrapped around Daddy's cock will be good and sweet. Every time you look in the mirror you will envision yourself naked, on your knees, with Daddy's cock in your mouth. You wish you could stay that way, forever, sucking all your sustenance from Daddy's cock, and become a moaning shivering extension of it, a tentacle reaching down your throat and overwhelming your mind, your body a mere pleasure organ for Daddy. You can't wait for it to be again between your lips, sucking or cockwarming, unable to speak, just the occasional moan, while Daddy gently fingers your holes.