BDSM Library - Story: At Daddy's Mercy, Chapter: Part 2

Author: Cecilita

First: Hi I'm Cecilita and I'm a member in (SUBLIGAN = SUBGANG) a group of sub girls who meet the first Tuesday in every month in the Southern part of Sweden. At those meetings one of us is reporting a newly happened or and old event for the others to enjoy, be thrilled or warned by. We can't tell if the stories are true or hope-to-be, we love them all the same.
I have been voted to be recording clerk and keep something between protocols and notes (it has now reached close upon 100 whole stories).
One of the members told us that she had met a girl with and frightful and dark hiSTORY to tell and suggested that we invited her for a Tuesday meeting. We all felt sorry for the girl.
Take Note: We all take distance from children abuse however about incest there are different views in the group. We invited the girl she meant.

The event in this story is bad and strongly wrong but it is initially told anyway as a warning and a contribution to the children's right discussions.

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Diane is Danish girl, 24 y o, 170 cm (5 feet 11 inch) long, rather thin, with a very nice long, curly and Viking blond hair. She has a nice elliptical face, blue eyes and full lips that got my envy. She is obviously not THAT mentally damaged as one should believe but she is very shy and has obvious lack self-confidence. Her shyness is so bad that we had difficulty to make her stand up in front of us to tell her story. In the beginning of it she sat on her place among us.

Now days she has a caring Master (Father is dead) and love the life of a slave girl but in a childish way.
She still reacts on a whistle signals in the same way she is taught. Good for her Master.
The differences between Swedish and Danish is thin so she spoke Danish but sometime she stopped for a small explanation.

In order to let you read it and as the recording clerk I had to do this poor translation to English, though my try is perhaps good for you.

BTW: In the group we have decided to protect Diane, who is very verbal but a bit retarded, from external contacts. I'm the filter so if you feel a must you can reach ME by my address: cecilitaSv70@hotmail.com

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Now the story:
At Daddy's mercy and beck and call part 2

When mother was in hospital Father moved my bed in to their bedroom and put it up against the window. He told me that I was now in for night duty training. I didn't know what I meant but later in the night I got the idea.

Though he now had an every day order for me to wake him in the morning with my mouth he also wanted to wake me up at night. If he during the night woke up and felt a fancy for my mouth he could just wake me up by calling my name out into the darkness and order me to do him.

In the beginning it was just that and I was very eager to make him release himself as quick as possible so I could go back to sleep. As many other teenager I could sleep almost anytime and I was very tired when he woke me up in the night.

My fear and respect of my father made my eyes wide open in panic when I heard his voice calling my name.

He craved all the time more and more from me and I remember as adult as the saying goes: “Much need more!”

After a week or so he told me that when I heard his voice calling out my name in the night I should quickly rise from my bed and run up to the left side of his bed and put my body in “order position” and wait for his order of what to do. I knew what to do and after that I was clearly awake I look forward to it.
Probably because that I must obey him but also that I wanted to make him happy and I knew a way to do it and also I could go back to my bed. I always to had “clean” him with my tongue and lips afterwards and put his comforter over him before I left to my own waiting bed.

When I look back at my situation I remember that I wanted to please him in my mixture of love, respect and fear for Daddy. And I was just terrified by the thought of him being angry or unpleased with me.
He had during my up rearing spanked in his will in my bottom checks and it had gone so deep in my mind that he was the Master of my will. He said anything and I made it happen.
I had close to no relation to mother so I deepened my relation to my father. He was all I got.

When I was 15½ y o my mother died and then I started to really miss her more than I have had during her illness and hospital stays.

This was also the time when I moved in to my Daddy's bedroom permanently but had to sleep in my own bed at the window. He always slept in nude and so must I except the three days when I had my periods.

One night during the period of mourning he couldn't sleep so he woke me up and ordered me to massage and stroke his back when he was lying naked on his belly in the bed. I felt his sorrow (and mine) and I started to stroke him with my hand all over his broad backside and I enjoyed the feeling of his warm and soft skin.

“All my back”, he said, and I extended my working area to his whole backside from the neck and down to his feet and ankles. When I worked my way down to his bottom checks I could feel his bottom muscles and I felt them react to my searching hands. He put his feet wider so I had access to his whole bottom. I took his adjusting movements as a sign and wanted to please him so I put my hand in between his legs and felt his scrotum and started to very gentle massage it, knowing that he liked me to touch him there. He had months ago and in detail instructed me how to massage this sensitive part of his body. I remember that I felt very smart and proud to do this without of a direct order from him.

Soon I could feel his tool react to my touch and he turn to his side and I could see his erection waiting for my mouth. I open my lips and before he gave me the order I caught it in my mouth and start sucking on it.

He captured my head with his hands and pulled it down so I had my right ear to the bed sheet and then he start to move his hips. I keep my head steady and my mouth slack and as soft as I could and started to move my tongue as he had taught me for his pleasure. He also took my right hand and put it on his bottom check and I started obediently to massage and knead it. I got my reward deep in my throat and swallowed it gratefully.

In the morning he still wore his dressing gown at his breakfast. I was naked and standing in my order position and waited at his table until he finished his breakfast.

When he had finished it he stated that he was going to take a shower and needs me to rub his back. I had to run up to the second floor and into the bathroom and wait for him.

After a while he arrived and reminds me that I always must wait for him and his order in the order position and I adjust my body to his order immediately.
I felt stupid and shamed not thinking of it my self.
He called me into the shower and I hasten to him. He ordered me to take the soap and sponge and start sponge him.

His body was very passive and he directed me by words what to do. I started with his front and his tool was much erected but I got no order to use my mouth so I keep on with my cleaning assignment. When I was done with his feet he turned his back to me and I started at his neck and worked downwards over his bottom and to his heels.

He told me to hand shower him and I did.

So he took the soap and sponge and started to wash me all over. He told me how to stand and then he soaped my whole body fully. I could see and also feel his erected man-tool when ever it brushes against my body. I wanted so much to please him, but was bound to wait for his order.

My green and naïve mind felt its twisted power over his manhood. I was the one who could make it hard, to make it spray and go then to rest, be soft and small again. It was me it was waiting for when it was big and demanding and I was the only one to handle it with care and power.

In a servile and childish way I waited for his order to make it happy and be soft again.

When he had washed my body he told me to kneel and I did so quickly and open my mouth in expectation but he turn his back to me and told me that I must lick his buttock. I remember that I felt disappointed but I obeyed him and start licking him in long tongue touching licks.

Soon he bended over and directed my tongue deep in his bottom cleft and to lick all the way from his scrotum and up to his waist. All the time I had to pull his buttock cheeks apart. I followed his instructions and licked him all the way time after time until he stopped me just after I had started at his scrotum on my way up. A new order: “Very slow now!”

When my tongue now obediently flicked over his brown hole he twitched. I suddenly went afraid that I had hurt him, but he urged me to do it again and again.

After “for ever” he had me sharpen my tongue and to pull in and out of the hole again and again. I obeyed him as always, but couldn't understand way.

But hearing him moaning slowly made me worry, but when he understood anxiety he openly told me that this was his way to tell me I was doing VERY well and that he wanted MORE of it.

From that body hole I know something is expected to come out – not in.

He told me that my conclusion was correct and that I always had to redraw my tongue from the hole so it came OUT again. My tongue was to visit there only temporary. Daddy is always right! He got the brain and I must follow his directions. He had the brain and I got a body for him to use.

This was my first tongue – anus – massage and there were many more to come. He liked it and I could proudly hear that he was pleased with me and this was not so difficult to do except when I went very exhausted in my tongue so I had to keep my tongue immobile and move my head instead or touch him there with my lips.

The Visit

All the time Daddy clandestinely kept me, my naked body and my acting strictly for him self but one evening when I was 17 y o he had a friend with him when he came home. Daddy was a bit drunk. I could hear it in his voice and se at his movement that he was drunk, though it happens very seldom.

I was as usual naked in the kitchen and when I heard him I run to the outer door to meet and greet him.

I could clearly see that the man he brought with him reacted on my lack of clothes but I took it for natural. I was so used to go naked at home, but when I realize his reaction I felt some kind of shame.

My security in my mind was to obediently follow my routines and I stood in the order position at the door and looked at Daddy.

The visitor was a boy not more than two years older than me. I had seen him at the school and his name was
JENS. He was a rather good-looking man except for a bad scar from his left corner of the mouth and down his chin. It made him look evil. I had only vague references to men more than my father.

In the order position I hold my both hands behind my neck and I felt my breasts lifted and his eyes burning on them. But I didn't dare to move my body from that ordered pose. It went worse when I could se his eyes leaving my breast and lower down to my parted legs.

From the time of my first pubic hair I had been ordered to always shave clean down there. Father had threatened to pull away any straw with a pear of tweezers. He had made it happen once when he had me on my back on the kitchen table with my legs spread. He not only pulled it clean but he also punished me with the birch rod on my bottom, one hundred and fifty hits. My whole bottom was on fire. Such treatment makes you obey your father to the letter.

Since then I have always shaved myself before showering every morning.

I got such a twisted feeling when I felt Jens eyes on my bare pubic loaf. I both felt that nakedness was natural and that I should feel shame. So I blushed.

“This is my slave girl”

My father announced proudly.

“Slave girl?”

Jens repeated.

“Yes, she is my slave girl and at my beck and call. Her duty is to make me happy and she does. But I have also trained her to be an obedient wife for her future husband.”

“But she is your daughter, isn't she?”

“Yes, and remember what you have promised, to keep what you see in this house as a secret between the two of us!”

“OH, YES, my lips will be sealed. Not a word from me!”

“OK! Then you may observe her servitude.”

“Thank You! I will watch in silence, I promise!”

“You may watch as much as you like, but no touching.”

“Thank You. I promise!”

“Diane! Make us some coffee! “

“Yes Sir, right away, Sir!”

I run quickly in to the kitchen and started my assignment. I knew that this was a time for running and I let my legs move as quickly as possible. But I could feel Jens's eyes burning on my back.

I spread a cloth over the table in the sitting-room and they went in the room. During my movement I could feel Jens's eyes following my body. But I had more fear for my father's anger so I let that steer my acting.

Now with two dressed men in the room I felt more naked.
Though my father's eyes were more important I could clearly feel Jens's presence in the room.

I must wait at the table and was standing in the order pose in the resting time. Father had pointed out were I should be standing.

Father was sitting in the easy chair and I stood in waiting position at his right side and turned against the sofa. Jens was sitting in the sofa (fathers left side) and opposite to me were I was standing and in his open view. He stared straight at my pubis and I could almost feel his eyes touching my private parts. To move my parted legs and block his view was unthinkable.
I felt something new – something indefinite.

I could do nothing, just stand immovable and wait for my father's order of what to do. I would like to lower my hands, but I knew it was badly forbidden.

Father ordered me to and fetches his Whisky bottle and I obeyed.

Later both men drank Whisky. After half an hour I could hear that father was hooked by the thought of letting Jens marry me when father was dead.

“You must not decide now and of course you have to try her out yourself some week before. She is very obedient and servile and as you will see she can make a man very happy. I have her now on night duty as well as in the day, so I can wake her in the night when I need her mouth or body. When I wake her she is standing in this order position beside of my bed and wait for me to decide how I want to be pleased by her body. Order position is the pose she is in now.
I can tell you that she now is trained to deep throat me when ever I want to. It's Heaven, I tell you! She is a 24/7 slave, so when ever I need her she is running to me. I have a special whistle signal for her to react on and come running to me, when I need her for something. Do you understand son?”

This was my normal life he was describing but I felt ashamed. But I could also detect my father's proud ness when he informed Jens of my day and night life and that felt good, so good.

“Oh, you mean a whistle signal as for a dog?”

“Yes, exactly as for a dog. But now is it for a slave girl. And I can assure you that she come running as quick as a dog, she is well trained you know.
I love that girl and my great sorrow is what's going to happen to her when I'm not here any longer to protect her. You can solve that problem for me son.
If you consider marrying her and taking care for her you couldn't find a better or more obedient wife.
I have trained her for her future husband and to make him happy in every aspect.
You could borrow her and test her out. And you will have service day and night and a service you couldn't dream of. You are setting all the standards.
She wakes you up in the morning with her mouth and cleans you up after she had swallowed your gift. Then she quickly run down to the kitchen and prepares your breakfast and stands in then order position and waits at your table when you eat it. You can have her in any position as you like. She is handling all the movement in the pace and intensity you decide on when she is service you with her body. You don't have to lift a finger in your house, just tell her what to do and consider it done. When you feel for it or when you want to punish her she'll wait in any pose you want until you're done. In the evening when you came from work she will meet you naked in any position you want. Your dinner is ready and she is ready to wait at your table. You don't need any remote control for the TV-set; she is at your command.
In bed she is trained to deep throat you as long as you want to or massage or tongue bath you and perhaps if you want her tongue in your behind before you go to sleep, you just tell her what to do. She is also trained to massage you within her cunt for as long as you want. Her vaginal and anal muscles are very well trained. Anything you want to experience she is the tool for it. Naturally you can train her to perform anything you want. Think about it boy!”

Sitting in his chair father suddenly open up his pants and let them fall to the floor. His hard manhood stood proudly at attention.

“Mouth!”

His order rang in the room and I dropped quickly to my knees before him, bend my head over it and within a second I had his tool in my mouth. I knew exactly what to do. When I put my body in position before him my back pushed the table away backwards and I felt the sharp edge in my lower back. No matter. Father's pleasure was the main thing in this room.

In a short distance (not more than ½ meter = 1½ inches)
I could somehow feel Jens's eyes observing my lip movement, but I had my focus on my father's enjoyment. And Jens could also see my tongue flick at the underside of my father's tool on my lower lip, as I was told to do. I felt in my spinal that it was vital that everything my father had told him was proved true. My obedience was one of the qualities my father had called attention to and I felt that I must in any way showed him right.

Suddenly my father hit me hard on my skull and I knew what to do. I sucked in air and pressed my mouth over his tool and it moved deep down in my open throat. My nose in his pubic hair and me swallowing and swallowing to make my throat muscles massage his manhood, as I had learned to do. His pleasure was number ONE in the room. I could tell by the contraction in his penis that he released himself in my sucking throat. In half a minute it went limp and was gliding up from my throat and out of my mouth. Nearly automatically and obediently my tongue went out on its cleaning mission and I heard Jens groan loudly beside me in his leaning forward position very close to me.

More to come in part 3. If you are interesting, that is.

Cecilita