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Dream

Stories For My Daddy Dom #8

By Marie RossPublished 3 years ago 12 min read
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Dara walked into the manor. Knowing what it was about, but not really knowing what to expect. As she fallowed the butler down the hall, she tried to study the paintings on the walls. Each one depicting one or two women tied up with intricate knot work in the rope, and ornate masks hiding their faces, adding a layer of mystery. When she entered what looked like a great room out of a castle of old, she was greeted with about half a dozen women, some were lounging around, and some were tied with the same intricate knot work from the paintings in the hall and suspended from the ceiling. The women suspended were naked except for the carnival masks, and the others were in gossie fabric that reveled more then it concealed. She was taken to the front of the room where a man lounged naked on a throne like couch petting a naked woman whose head was bobbing up and down on his large cock.

“What are you doing here?” The man demanded as he gripped the woman’s hair, holding her in place on his cock.

“I want to be trained.” Dara stammered, casting her eyes down.

“Awe, and do you know how I train slaves?” he asked thrusting up, causing the woman on his cock to gag some. He then pulled her up with a stern look.

“Go to the dungeon.” He commanded, and the sub left without a word.

He the stared at the woman standing before him with her eyes still down cast as he stroked his still hard cock.

“Answer me.” He finally said.

“I’ve only heard stories, sir.” Dara replied.

“And they haven’t scared you?” he asked.

“No sir, but…” She turned her head away even though her eyes were down, with a blush rising on her cheeks.

“But what? Did they by chance turn you on little one?” He asked.

“Yes sir.” She stammered out.

“That’s a good start. Now take off your clothes, let me see you.” He rose from his place on the couch and came down to circle her as she removed her clothing.

She was a curiosity to him, no one really came here of their own free will, even though they all eventually came to crave what he gave them. He had always acquired his slaves at auction, but here she was standing before him like a pagan offering ready and wanting him to do as he pleased with her luscious body. He paused behind her, reaching up to grip her hair.

“Would you like to know how I train my slaves little one?” He breathed in her ear, licking, and nipping at her exposed throat.

Dara moaned at the contact closing her eyes in pleasure.

“I need to hear the words little one.” He said biting down now.

“Yes sir, please I want to know.” She begged, this time without the stammer.

“Then we’re going to take a trip to my dungeon, and I’m going to show you how I deal with naughty little slaves that don’t listen.” He released her hair and left the room, instructing his butler to take care of the girls still in the hall, assuming that Dara would fallow.

When Dara entered the dungeon she stopped, and just stared for a time, taking it all in. there were three other subs, no he called them slaves here. One in the corner was suspended with rope, and one in a cage in the other corner, and the one that had been sucking his cock was kneeling by a hip high table in the middle of the room. Dara watched as first he went to check on the woman hanging from the ceiling., after being sure she was safe he went to the cage. As he opened a small door, pulling a small bowl from the cage Dara really looked at the slave in the cage.

She was kneeling on all fours waiting patiently for her Master. And Dara can just see the tail that she assumed was attached to an anal plug, moving her eyes up she saw the clamps on her nipples and a chain between her breasts the led up to a black leather caller around her throat, and there were ears atop her head that held her hair back from her face that was flushed with adoration as she stared at her Master. Then Dara heard the Master grunt, turning her head she watched as he came shooting his thick creamy load into the bowl, milking his shaft so every last drop went into the bowl. He then placed the bowl back in the cage for his kitty to lap at, petting her head through the bars.

“There kitty, enjoy your cream.” He said and walked to the woman kneeling by the table.

“Now for my naughty slave, climb up on the table, and show me that ass.” He commanded.

He watched her obey as he walked to another table. Picking up a spreader bar that had two sets of cuffs on it. When he reached the woman, he stroked her back getting a moan from her before he began strapping the bar to her ankles, then instructing her to reach between her knees, and give him her wrists. He strapped them to the bar bringing her shoulders down to the table, with the side of her face resting on the cool surface. The position lifting her ass even higher. With the slave secured he stroked her ass, then left her to get a cane off the wall.

“You see little one, there are different kinds of slaves. Some that want the pleasure side of pain, and those that enjoy being treated like animals and put in cages.” He pointed to the woman still lapping at her bowl of cream.

“And there are the ones that crave the harsher side of pain, like this little imp.” He went back to the woman on the table, striking the soles of her feet with a quick flick of the cane, causing her to gasp.

“Come here little one, I want you to see this.” Dara came up next to him and smiled shyly when he tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and stroked her cheek.

“You see the cane is a harsh instrument, and it leave marks on the skin for a longer time than any of the others I use, but some like this one can only find their pleasure from that kind of pain.” He struck the soles twice more.

“Isn’t that right my little imp?” he demanded with another swat.

“Yes Master.” The slave moaned in euphoria.

“Now little one I want you to open her ass cheeks nice and wide for me.” When Dara obeyed, she looked up at him and waited.

“No, I want you to look at her ss little one.” When Dara turned her head to look at the woman’s puckered hole, he snapped the cane against it with hard flicks, five times getting the slave to scream and flinch against the hold on her ass.

“Is this what my imp wanted?” he demanded snapping the cane five more times.

When all she did was whimper, he snapped her asshole five more time.

“Answer me slave.” Five more snaps.

“Yes Master, more.” She cried.

“Good girl” He put the cane aside and taking one of Dara’s hands he stroked the slave’s dripping folds, soaking both their hands as she came hard twice.

“See how wet it makes her.” He brought their hands up to Dara’s mouth encouraging her to lick them clean.

After Dara had licked their hands clean, he gripped her hair, and kissed her long and hard. Thrusting his tongue deep testing the other woman’s flavor, as he played with her tongue smiling against her mouth. When she moaned low, he gripped her ass hard, rubbing his stiff cock against her wet folds.

“We’re just getting started little one.” He said breaking the kiss.

“I’m going to let you feel the cane. Hold out your hands.” When she obeyed, he picked up the cane again, flicking it across her palms, causing her to flinch a little.

“How was that little one?” He asked.

“It wasn’t horrible sir.” She said softly.

“I’m going to test it on your tits now, push them together and up.” He commanded.

With that done he stroked the swell of her breasts. Enjoying the smooth feel of them.

“I’m going to bring it down across here, then flick those pretty pink nipples.” He said with one more stroke of his hand.

Then two blows landed across the swell of her breasts and using both hands flicked the end of the cane against each peeked nipple twice causing her to gasp, crying out in surprise. Again, it wasn’t horrible, but she didn’t think she liked it all that much. Even though I had made her wetter then she had been.

“What did you think of that little one?” He asked setting aside the cane, replacing her hands with his.

He kneaded and toyed with her tits, waiting for a response.

“It wasn’t horrible.” Dara said laughing softly.

“But…” He prompted, pinching her nipples.

“I don’t think I care for it that much.” She said.

“Awe… It’s not for everyone, and it’s okay. But I do use the cane when I punish naughty slaves.” He said.

“But for now, I want you to go lay on the table, with your pussy at the imp’s mouth. He helped her onto the table, grabbing a pillow to put under the other woman’s shoulders so her mouth was even with Dara’s pussy.

He then brought Dara’s arms above her head and strapped them to the table before tying her legs open. Then he commanded his slave to start licking nice and slow. He had them far enough apart that the slave could use her tongue, but no teeth. As she started, he picked up the cane again beginning a steady rhythm against his imp’s ass and thighs. Then every few strokes he’s stop, only to deliver a sharp snap against her swollen sensitive folds, causing her to scream against the pussy at her mouth. After several times of this pattern, Dara was shaking and cumming over and over, screaming, moaning, and whimpering. His slave screaming and crying against her pussy as he caned her harder, and harder. When the slave started begging he stopped and rolled her over.

When she was on her back next to Dara he knelt on the table and fucked his hard cock into Dara’s pulsing pussy. Pausing only briefly, then fucking her fast and hard, making her cum three more times before he came deep inside her oh so tight core. Pulling out he went and got his kitty out of her cage and led her to the dripping pussy by her leash.

“A helping of double cream for my kitty.” He laughed.

“Climb up there and lick her clean.” He stroked kitty’s pale smooth skin as she climbed onto the table.

When kitty placed her mouth on wet heated flesh he struck, spanking her up turned ass six times. Getting her to scream against Dara’s pussy. The she started licking her clean, making Dara cum over and over. He then started petting his kitty’s wet folds, getting her to moan and whimper against her treat. He slowly fucked three fingers deep inside her setting a slow pace, finger fucking her as he began petting her again.

When Dara started to sob, he quickly put his kitty back in her cage, and he released Dara picking her up and carrying her to a chamber not far from the dungeon. There he laid her out on the bed, went to the bathroom to run a bath. Returning to her, he stroked her cheek gently as she came down from her high. Then picking her up once more he carried her into the bathroom and set her in the warm water.

“Stay here, I’ll be back.” He said with a kiss to her temple the left the room.

Going to the closest chamber he called his butler, asking him to take care of the slaves in the dungeon. He then joined Dara in the tub.

“Now little one, you have seen some of what goes on here. I wouldn’t always be this gentle, and sometimes you wouldn’t always get the satisfaction you need, but you will get something.” He explained.

He kissed her throat adding a little nip to it, as he gently massaged her legs, before turning her to straddle his lap. He cuffed her wrists behind her as he rocked his hips against her, working his hard cock through her still sensitive folds. He smiled when she moaned moving against him.

“One more thing, before we muddle that pretty head of yours again.” He said pulling back.

“You saw the pictures in the hall, correct?” He asked.

“Yes sir.” She said looking at him.

“Those are how I afford all this.” He said.

“And I use my slaves as models, as you saw they all wear masks, so their identity is never known.” He looked into her eyes as she processed this, then nodded her consent. He smiled.

“One day soon I’ll let you watch a session, and we’ll go from there, but for now keep your hands at your back.” He released her wrists and started kneading her breasts before leaning in to suckle at them, one then the other.

Dara jerked awake, sweat sheening her skin. Reaching out she bumped into her Daddy. Moving now she rolled on top of him rubbing her hips against his.

Stan slowly came awake to the feel of his baby girl rocking her wet folds over his growing erection. Smiling he moved his hands to hold he hips still.

“Everything okay baby girl?” Stan asked.

“Yes Daddy, I’m just horny.” Dara said, nipping at his jaw.

“Oh, well we can fix that.” He grinned, rolling her to her back, placing her hands around the wrought iron bed frame.

“Keep them there.” Stan commanded.

With that Stan kissed and nipped his way down her body. Spreading her soaking wet folds, he began licking and sucking, devouring her. Loving the sounds h=she was making. When he had eaten her to three orgasms, Stan moved back up her body, claiming her mouth, letting her taste her flavor while he fucked into her deep and hard. Breaking the kiss Stan began moving faster and faster until they were both [anting and his balls tightened. He came with a low moan against her collar bone biting down as she followed him into bliss. Rolling off her he pulled her into his arms as she released the bedframe.

“That must have been a hell of a dream.” Stan joked as they both drifted off to sleep.

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Marie Ross

Marie Ross is a new author just starting out, living in Washington.

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