Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2022 00:35:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: Paul Vanden boogard <cksckr4men@yahoo.com>
Subject: Becoming Daddy's Bitch - Chapter 9  - Gay - Authoritarian

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		    Becoming Daddy's Bitch -- Chapter 9

I knelt in my place at his feet, my gaze planted firmly on the floor as I
crossed my arms behind my back.  He was on the phone to Gary, giving him
instructions for the projects for the next few days.  Bringing his
conversation to a close, he set his phone aside., then opened his
trousers and pulled out his cock.  Even soft, it was at least five inches
long.

"Piss hole."

I quickly obeyed, crawling between his legs to wrap my lips around just
the head of his cock.  I knew that I had to, that I'd be punished if I
didn't.  I felt the hot jet on my tongue and started to swallow,
surprised to find that I could barely taste it.

"That's a good bitch," he stroked my head.  "Whether you like it or
not, you know what a worthless little bitch like you deserves."

The smell of his crotch filled my nostrils as my eyes followed the length
of his beautiful cock from his curly patch of pubic hair until it
disappeared between my lips, his hot piss filling my mouth again and
again.  He was right.  Like it or not, this was what a pathetic slave
deserved.  More importantly, it was what my Master deserved.

"Turn around.  Face down, pussy up."

Sucking out the last few drops, I quickly obeyed, positioning myself as
close to his chair as I could.  I felt his finger stroke my asshole, then
the drop of lube as it hit my sphincter.  I groaned aloud as Master's
fingers slipped inside of me.  Then I felt something spread my hole open
wide.  At first I thought that Master was going to fuck me, but it
didn't feel right, and just when I thought my asshole couldn't open any
wider, my sphincter closed itself around it.

"Do you like that, bitch?

"Yes, Master!" I replied honestly.
       My bowels were cramping a little, but it felt wonderful. Then he
was kneeling over me, his chest pressed against my back as he growled
softly in my ear.

       "I bet you do, though I bet you'd rather have my big cock."

       I gasped and moaned, gyrating my hips to move the plug around
inside of me.

       "Yes, Master!

       "Well, if you're lucky, I'll fuck you later, but for now I'm
going to keep my pussy plugged."

       He wiggled the butt plug and I groaned, thrusting my hips back as
he pushed it in deeper.

       "Do you understand what I'm telling you?" he purred softly in
my ear.  "That's my pussy.  It's not an asshole, and it isn't yours.
It's your Masters.  It's mine!  And that is how you will think of it
from now on.  Master's clit, Master's pussy, and Master's sweet lipped
little cock hole."

       The butt plug was rubbing on my prostrate, making me gasp and
groan, and I felt my ... clit ... hardening in my cage.

       Master's clit.

       And Master's pussy.

       I wanted him to fuck me so bad.

       "Yes, Master!"

       Grabbing my hair, he pulled my head back, reaching around to push
the ball gag into my mouth.  Once he had it secured, he hooked a leash
onto the collar, pulling me to my feet as he stood and giving it a tug as
he led me into the kitchen, the chain between my ankles forcing me to
take three steps to his every one.

       From there I was given instructions; how coffee was to be served,
or tea.  How to serve my Mistress her wine, and how to mix and serve her
drinks.  Where I was to stand, and how, and what I was to do once they
were served.  Then I was led into their bedroom, and was told what her
expectations would be; what she would require for her bath, where her
wine and glass were to be placed, where to set the towels and what
toiletries she would require, where to place her slippers, and how to
properly turn down her side of the bed, my Master making me perform each
task as the leash dangled between us.  On occasion he would reach out and
wiggle the butt plug, or reach between my legs to fondle my balls ... his
clit ... or he would pull me back against him and pinch my nipples as he
growled his instructions into my ear.

       "What a sweet little bitch you're going to make," he cooed into
my ear as he pressed me against the kitchen counter, his powerful arm
thrown across my chest as he slid his finger up next to the butt plug and
into his pussy, his nose buried against my neck.  My eyes rolled
heavenward as I leaned back against him.

       "Do you want my cock, little whore?"

       I could only nod and grunt, my hips squirming against his thrust.

       He chuckled and released me, and I struggled to pull my thoughts
back together so I could pay attention to his instructions.

       Grabbing a beer, he went to watch the news, leaving me in the
kitchen to start his supper; a pot roast with potatoes, carrots, celery
and onion.  Sliding it onto the oven, I went to kneel beside his chair as
I had been instructed.  Dropping the footrest, he spread his feet and
pointed between them, and I quickly crawled into place, tucking my hands
behind me as I sat back on my feet, my chin on my chest and my eyes fixed
firmly on the floor.  I was terrified of my mom...my Mistress returning
home, but found a strange form of comfort in my submission to my
Master.

       My Master.

       I didn't even think of him as "dad" anymore.  He wasn't
"dad."  He was my Master.

       Reaching behind me, he unlocked the ball gag and set it aside,
then cupped my chin and pushed his thumb into my mouth, playing with my
tongue until I started to lick and suck.

       "You've been such a good little bitch today," he addressed me
warmly.  "Do you think you've earned the privilege of sucking my
cock?"

       I didn't know if I had earned it or not, but I wanted to have
earned it.  I wanted nothing more than to have my Masters cock in my
mouth.  Still sucking his thumb, I nodded.

       "Back up!"

       He stood and dropped his pants as I scrambled backward, pushing
them to his ankles before he relaxed back in his chair.  I only paused a
moment before crawling forward to wrap my lip s around its head, moaning
as its warmth and girth filled my mouth.

       "That's a good bitch," he muttered as he placed his hand on my
head to guide my up and down.

       "Now pay attention, because I'm going to give you a few more
rules."

       I didn't pause, but kept on sucking, perking up my ears to catch
every one of my Masters words.

       The first rule was that if my Mistress was at the table for a
meal, I was to stand behind her chair instead of my Masters.  Aside from
that, I was never to be on my feet in my Mistresses presence unless I was
serving her or my Master directly, and if my Mistress entered a room that
I was in, I was to go to my knees immediately, regardless of what I was
doing, and crawl to the nearest corner and out of the way, and remain
there until she left the room or I was told otherwise.

       "And you are never, ever, to speak to her.  Your Mistress has no
interest in you whatsoever, and will only use you as a convenience."
       I sucked and moaned my understanding, squirming beneath my Masters
hand as it guided me up and down his cock, Masters pussy clenching
eagerly around the butt plug.
       Yes, Master.  Thank you, Master.

       I knew what I had been told, but all of my attention was focused
on his big, beautiful cock as it slid between my lips and down my throat,
my little clit swelling hard inside its cage.  I was Masters good bitch,
and would be a good bitch for my Mistress, too, if only to please my
Master.

       At last he released my head, and I licked my way down his shaft to
is balls, burying my nose between his sac and his thigh as I sucked one
his nuts into my mouth, his manly scent filling my nostrils.  I couldn't
believe how happy I was, how grateful I was.  It was such an honor to be
sucking my Masters nuts, and being allowed to please him.  Grabbing my
hair, he guided my mouth back down onto his cock.

       "Hold.  No tongue."

       I held my head still, and had to consciously keep my tongue from
licking his beautifully shaped cock head, my eyes fixed on his massive
shaft.  It was a beautiful sight, jutting out from his thick, dark patch
of pubic hair, the cords and veins snaking trails up to my mouth, where
it disappeared between my lips.

       The television went on, and he picked up a magazine, setting it on
my head as he flipped through the pages until he found an article that
caught his interest.

       I sighed, wondering how long I would have to keep my position, but
still happy to have his cock in my mouth.  I squeezed my sphincter and
felt the butt plug push up inside of me, and was suddenly even more
grateful to be my Masters slave.  Then I realized that Masters cock was
starting to soften, and a minute or two later I felt the first splash of
piss on my tongue.  I only had a moment to swallow before he let loose a
blast, quickly filling my mouth.  I swallowed and swallowed, not even
thinking about the taste; slightly salt, dry and bitter, but still happy
to have my Masters cock in my mouth.

       Why shouldn't Master piss in my mouth?

       Master should piss in my mouth.  He had every right to piss in his
slave!  And I should be grateful for it.  It was Masters piss.  Coming
from Masters cock!

       I started swallowing it more eagerly, disappointed when it began
to slow to a dribble, and delighted when one strong squirt followed
another.  Then he was done and I found myself sucking gently on his
beautiful cock head.
       "Thank you, Master."
       I let it slip from my mouth only long enough to utter my
gratitude, parting my lips wide to engulf as much as I could without
gagging, cradling it lovingly on my tongue.
       His only answer was to turn the page of the magazine, leaving me
to hold his cock and take in his manly scent, his pussy clenching and
unclenching the butt plug as I squirmed between his legs, my little clit
swollen painfully and pulling on my balls.

       I was glad he didn't acknowledge me.  I didn't want him to
acknowledge me.  Master shouldn't acknowledge me.  After all, who was
I?  I was just a naked little slave bitch, shackled and plugged and caged
and collared and serving my Master.

       This was when I was happiest, when I had Masters cock in my
mouth.  This was what I wanted, what I wanted to live for; sucking
Masters cock and licking Masters balls and kissing Masters feet.  All the
other things in my life had never made me this happy, and I almost
couldn't believe how lucky I was.  How could my Master have known?

       But he had known.  He had known all my life, and had raised me
just for this purpose.  I didn't understand how, I thought my life was
pretty much the same as all the other boys I knew, but it didn't
matter.  Master knew, and he had turned me in to what I was meant to be.

       Even lost in my thoughts, I was aware of Masters cock in my mouth
and his butt plug deep inside his pussy, and was surprised when he moved
the magazine and tapped me on my head.

       "Go add the vegetables."

       I couldn't believe that over half an hour had passed with Masters
cock just resting in my mouth.  Dazed, I went to the kitchen, completely
lost in being nothing more than Masters slave.  Even scrubbing and
chopping the vegetables took on a whole new meaning to me, and I found
myself wanting to cut them up just perfectly for my Master, even though I
knew he would never notice, and certainly wouldn't make a comment if he
did.  I took extra care to set the table, and when I returned to his
feet, his pants were back around his waist and his feet were propped in
the air.

       "My shoes are dirty, bitch."

       I didn't like licking Masters dirty shoes and dirty boots, but
then I realized that that was the point.  It didn't matter what I liked,
it was whatever pleased Master, and being made to do what I didn't like
just re-enforced my status as his slave.  Going to all fours, I pressed
my tongue against his sneaker and started to lick.

       They really weren't that dirty, just a coating of dust from the
garage floor and a little bit of grit stuck to the bottoms.  I licked
until my mouth got dry, then hurried away to get a drink of water,
catching Masters scowl from the corner of my eye as I got to my feet.  He
didn't say anything, though, and was back to reading his magazine when I
returned carrying a glass of water.  I took a quick sip, then returned to
cleaning his shoes.
       It was a lot easier getting them clean with a wet tongue, and
though I didn't like the task, I still wanted to get them good and
clean.  I wanted my Master to be pleased.

       "Take them off and get my slippers, then wait in the kitchen
until my supper's ready to serve."

       Finishing his meal, he pulled the butt plug and sent me to wash it
and clean myself out, after which I could eat and clean up the kitchen.
I grunted as he pulled it out, and hurried off to obey, finding myself
eager to clean out my Masters pussy.  I wanted him to fuck me, to feel
his enormous cock pleasing itself inside of me, for Master to please
himself inside of his pussy.

       I wished I didn't have to wear the cock cage, but I knew that it
belonged there, as did the shackles around my ankles and the collar
around my neck.  I was Masters now, Masters possession and Masters slave,
and they were there to remind me of that at every moment.

       Flushing myself out a final time, I hurried back to my Masters
feet, setting the lube and the butt his robe, he didn't speak as he
flipped though the channels on the television, and I found my eyes
wandering between the floor between my knees and his feet.  He must have
noticed, because after several long moments he asked me if I wanted to
kiss them.

       "Yes, Master." I answered meekly, slightly embarrassed.

       "And what should you do when you want to kiss my feet?"

       I froze, thinking.  Had I been told what I should do?  I didn't
know what to answer.

       "You ask for my permission, you stupid bitch!" he told me, a
hint of exasperation in his voice.

       I ducked my head and blushed.  He was right.  I was stupid.

       "Yes, Master.  May I please kiss your feet, Master."

       He kicked his slippers off, and I started to go for them, then
stopped, realizing that he hadn't said I could.

       Warmth returned to his voice as he spoke.

       "Good bitch.  You're not quite so stupid, after all."

       He set the control off to the side and settled back into his
chair.

       "All right.  Go on."

       I buried my face in his feet, licking and sucking eagerly, my
trapped little clit filling its cage immediately.  I belonged at Masters
feet, and was honored to be licking and kissing them.  He chuckled, then
dropped the footrest, reaching out to grab my collar and pull me between
his legs.  Lifting his semi-erect cock, he pushed it into my open mouth,
my tongue licking his bulbous head as I bobbed up and down on it.

       "That's a good little faggot."

       I moaned my gratitude, pushing myself farther down onto his cock,
wanting to take in as much of it as I could.  He watched me a moment, and
I could tell that he was smiling when he started to speak,

       "Damn, but I did a good job at training you.  All I had to do was
strip you naked and place you at my feet for you to understand where you
belong.  And you do understand, don't you bitch?"

       I watched my lips slide up and down his thick and nodded.

       "Yes," he chuckled, pushing my head even further down onto his
cock.  "Your nothing.  You're a piece of property and my slave, and the
only consideration you deserve is the consideration I decide to give
you."

       He released my head and let me suck on my own, and laughed as I
started slurping greedily on his cock.

       "That's it, whore.  Work to please you Master, and hope that
I'll fuck you as a reward."

       I was almost crying with both joy and shame, opening my throat to
take his cock even deeper into my gullet; ashamed at being so proud and
honored to have his cock in my mouth, and knowing that I couldn't be
happier.  My little clit hard in its cage again, I moaned aloud as I
licked and sucked his bulbous head.  He ran his fingers through my bangs,
then pushed my hair aside, watching I sucked his cock and squirmed
between his legs.  Then in one sudden motion he pulled me off and hefted
onto his lap, my kneels spread to either side of him and my feet on his
thighs as he held his cock erect and plunged his pussy down on it,
spreading me open and forcing a painful groan from my lips.

       "Now ride that cock, bitch.  Show me what an eager little whore
you are."

       My eyes closed and my mouth open, I started bouncing up and down,
the pain quickly fading to a feeling of hunger, my hole needing to be
filled again and again by his big, gorgeous, wonderful cock.  I could
feel my balls pull up tight, and I looked down to see clear, glistening
drops of fluid fly from the tip of the cock cage and spatter onto his
chest, my little clit throbbing with the need to cum.  Scooping a drop
from his chest with his fingertip, he pushed it into my mouth, and I
sucked greedily on his fingers, tasting my own precum for the very first
time.

       Masters slave and Masters whore.

       Masters huge, glorious cock.

       I grabbed the arms of the chair, hefting myself up and down the
entire length of his shaft, until the head nearly popped from my hole
before spreading it wide and plunging in deep again.

       "That's it, whore.  Look what a good little cunt you make.  You
know that that pussy belongs wrapped around my cock, don't you, bitch?"

       Unngh...Yes...Master," I gasped.

       "Yeah," he grabbed the collar and started pulling me down as he
thrust himself up.  "And don't you think you should be thanking me for
that, bitch?"

       "Yes, Master.  Th...th..thank you, Master.  Thank you for...fucking
me, Master."

       "I'm not fucking you, bitch, I'm fucking my pussy.  Do you
understand?  You don't mean anything.  You are nothing.  You're just my
slave and my bitch."

       Pushing me off him, he dropped me onto the floor and onto my back,
grabbing the chain and forcing my feet above me and my knees to my
chest.  Lining up his cock, he drove himself back inside of me, grabbing
my hips as he pounded against me mercilessly.

       "Aggggh!  Yes, Master.  Thank you, Master.  Thank you for fucking
your pussy, Master!"

       "You have to realize it, bitch.
You...have...to...learn...your...place!" he emphasized each word with a hard
thrust, his face hardening as he let out a mighty groan, his cock
emptying itself in throbs and pulses as he drove it in as deep as he
could.

       I couldn't think or feel anything, only the sensation of his
massive cock filling my insides, my breath coming in short gasps as my
mind spun around and around.

       Masters pussy.  Masters slave.

       It was only when I felt him pull out that any semblance of thought
returned to me, and it was a few confused moments before I realized that
Master was in his chair, still heaving as he glared down at me
expectantly.

       Masters cock.

       I rolled onto my hands and knees to crawl quickly between Masters
legs, licking gently at his cock to clean it, his pussy still gaping and
his cum leaking from it.  I cupped his balls with my hands to lick them
clean as well, whimpering gratefully as the smell of his cum and my pussy
filling my nostrils.

       Thank you, Master.  I love you Master.  I love your cock, Master.

       "Go empty yourself and return."

       I didn't want to.  I didn't want to leave my Masters crotch, but
I had to obey.  Crawling away, I stayed on my hands and knees until I
reached the toilet, eager for my Masters hole to empty so I could return
to it.

       "Turn around, face on the floor," he said as I crawled to his
feet.

       I thrust my ass into the air, moaning delightedly as he pushed the
butt plug back into his pussy.  Turning myself back around, I found his
foot being pressed against my face, and I spent the rest of the evening
licking and kissing them as he sat back to watch TV, leaving them only
once to fetch him a beer and get myself a glass of water.  When at last
he said "bed," I crawled deliriously to prepare his coffee and get
myself prepared, then crawled sleepy and exhausted onto my mattress.

       "Not there, bitch.  I want you in my bed tonight."

       I wasn't sure if I heard him right, but stumbled to my feet, my
heart beating wildly as I followed him down the darkened hallway and into
his bedroom, just a single side lamp lit next to his bed, which I had
turned down for him.  He motioned me in, then tossed aside his robe and
crawled in after me.  Turning me onto my side to face away from him, he
pulled me against his chest, pressing his cock into the crack of my ass
as he spooned against me.  Reaching around, he clicked off the light, and
I basked in the firm warmth of his body pressed against me as I slipped
into sleep.

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