Life & Times of Perville

Chapter 1

Waking Up in Perville

I wake up in our large bed in the manor, comfortably ensconced between Daddy's legs, my head on his thigh, sleepily and contentedly suckling his soft cock (which I like to think of as my pacifier). Daddy is not awake yet, but the house sluts are stirring on the floor, all of us so attuned to his rhythms that we naturally begin to awaken a few moments before daddy, so we can be alert and ready to attend to him in whatever capacity he will want for the day. Two of the sluts pad out of the room silently to prepare our coffee and breakfast, while the remaining sluts stretch quietly and begin to crawl to the side of the bed, listening to daddy's breath and watching for signs that he is sliding up out of sleep. A pretty, petite little filipina slut with long black hair presses her cheek against the palm of daddy's hand, left dangling off the edge of the bed as he slept. Her big brown eyes gaze at daddy's face as she turns her head to kiss his palm, then licks each of his fingers with her soft pink tongue, pausing to suck each one gently, stopping at the thumb, keeping it in her warm mouth as she sees daddy's eyelids flicker and the beginnings of a sleepy smile touch his face.

I look up at daddy, with his eyes closed just enjoying the sensations and the knowledge that he is waking up to another glorious day filled with acres of nubile, naked skin and radiant devotion from the loving sluts of Perville. Daddy absently reaches down to stroke my hair and I react by suckling just a bit more intently on his still mostly-softened cock, feeling it stir a bit in my mouth getting a little firmer. Daddy runs his thumb over the soft lips of the sweet little filipina slut kissing his hand. Now that we all know our master is starting to awaken, the four sluts lined up along the edge of the bed start to get restless, ready to begin striving for the early-morning delight of being the first one to have the opportunity to please. Quietly but insistently they begin wiggling and jockeying for a position close to daddy, unsure of how he will proceed but wanting to be nearest in case he will be selecting one for a treat. I smile to myself feeling them pushing insistently against each other, they are all trying not to be obvious but each is silently straining to press the slut in line before her out of the way, little grunts of effort escaping them here and there. Master's cock is now at half-mast in my mouth, and I let it pop out somewhat reluctantly, but eager to turn my warm mouth to caring for his precious balls, feeling how large and full they are as I slip each one into my mouth.

Finally, Master opens his eyes, giving a long luxurious stretch and yawn, just as one of the sluts re-enters the room with two steaming hot cups of coffee. Daddy slides back to sit up a bit against the headboard, as I give a final loving slurp to his balls and crawl up beside him to take the other cup. The coffee-bearing slut takes her position along the bed, and we look down along the side to see five faces shining with love for their Owner, half-dreamy with anticipation of the chance to please him first, shivering a little with the overpowering feeling of being so near and so close to being able to give him pleasure. Now that Daddy is awake, they get a little louder, quiet giggles of nervousness and soft little whines of need coming from the back of a few throats. Daddy glances down and see that 5 pairs of knees are spread hopefully, soft bare clefts showing just a hint of curious clit peeking out shyly in arousal, 5 smooth round bottoms lifted, and 5 sets of breasts ranging from firm swelling pads of fat to large, heavy swaying, all sporting rigid nipples darkening with desire. Two of the sluts give in to their need for contact and lightly brush their sensitive nipples against the sheet on the bed, thrilling to the sensation that travels like a spark from their nipples to their clits, instinctively moving their hips in small controlled jerks as they hump the air.

Daddy kisses me good morning, give me a wicked wink and turn back to the sluts, asking rhetorically, "Hmmmmmm, now I wonder if there are any thirsty sluts here this morning?". He chuckle indulgently as the giggles and whimpers get more pronounced and the sluts try to crowd closer. I stroke daddy's chest and quietly laugh along with him, tickling his little nipples with my fingertips and enjoying how he teases the sluts. Looking at me and grinning, daddy says sadly, "Well I guess there aren't any thirsty sluts here, my dear," shaking his head in mock disappointment. Cries of distress go up from the sluts, even the mock threat of not receiving Master's morning blessing is enough to sharpen their desire and increase their need. Daddy laughs, taking a big gulp of hot coffee, and swings his legs over the side of the bed while the sluts press against his bare legs. "Oh, was I wrong?" Daddy teases, "Is there a slut here that's thirsty after all?" The wiggling and urgent whimpers start to accelerate, a flurry of soft loving kisses on daddy's feet and lower legs. I snuggle up behind him pressing my breasts against his warm back, watching over daddy's shoulder as he give each slut an indulgent smile. I whisper something in daddy's ear, he nods and smiles, turning back to the sluts as I reach around and hold daddy's cock at the base. "You've all been very good this morning, so each of you is allowed ONE kiss, no more", daddy says, as he twines his fingers in the long silky black hair of the tiny, perfectly-formed filipina and draws her head to his cock for her to bestow her kiss. Her eyes light up with wonder and contentment, giving the smooth head a soft kiss at the tip, her lips slightly parted and just a slick of her tongue-tip over it. Daddy pulls her head back by the hair saying, "That's enough, let's give another slut a turn," and the next slut in line leans in to give her own loving smooch, with just a hint of a faint suck. "All right, enough, don't want me too stiff or it will be quite a wait for a drink," Daddy says, pushing her back. The third and fourth sluts eagerly lean in to give their kisses, each lingering just a little more than the slut before her. The last slut, a hot and passionate young one with flowing blonde hair, is shaking all over when it is finally her turn. Leaning in to give her kiss, she is overcome by the scent of her Master and the long wait to kiss. Forgetting her manners, she quickly sucks the first third of daddy's cock into her warm mouth, moaning in delirious pleasure, only to find herself yanked away by the hair tangled in daddy's left hand, while he calmly delivers two fast ringing slaps with his right, back and forth, dazing her. "No", Daddy say simply and firmly, "you were allowed one kiss only, bad slut. Lay down on your back, on the floor, head between my feet." Daddy isn't angry, yet his displeasure is palpable, he expects much better self-control from his sluts. She blushes furiously and lays down as instructed, waiting, grateful that she's not in the corner.

Daddy smiles at the remaining sluts, and finally makes his choice, the soft and compliant little filipina with the long black hair and big dark-brown eyes. Daddy guides her to squat between his knees, leaning down to stroke her surprisingly long, chocolatey-pink nipples with the backs of his knuckles as she shifts into a deep squat over the face of the disobedient blonde. "Make her cum for me," Daddy orders the blonde, who eagerly begins to lap at the downy moist labia of the filipina. Two of the other sluts line up on daddy's right, and one on the left, the dark dusky girl in the center already beginning to coo and arch as the blonde suckles her protruding clit. She rests her hands on her knees, sticking her small yet enticing breasts out, and opens her mouth expectantly, as the other sluts do the same. I feel daddy's cock give a few small measured jerks as  the pressure in his bladder demands release. Being half-hard, I know daddy can feel it crawling up his cock from inside, and even though we're all expecting it, it's still a surprise when the first jerked drops of hot urine spatter onto the tongue of the dark, excited girl. After one or two false starts, the flow begins in a sparkling golden stream, the relief of the pressure making daddy's hair stand up all over as I direct the flow into the eager open mouth of the chosen slut. It is startlingly powerful and she struggles to gulp it down eagerly, not wanting to lose any of it yet unable to keep up as it splashes down over her tits and belly, trickling and stinging over her nipples, and finally dripping over her bare mound and into the nose and mouth of the blonde frantically licking her pussy.

A sigh of relief emanates from all the sluts, as the tension breaks and they are finally allowed the special gift of your first morning urine. I direct the spray briefly to the other sluts lined up, giving them a tastes and letting the hot, feral stream spatter their tits and bellies, then turn it back to the dazed, ecstatic filipina. As the stream slows, she comes forward to keep it flowing into her mouth, not losing as much and able to swallow almost all of it as she gets nearer. Master says softly, "Cum for me, pet" and when she's given that permission she begins to whine and moan as her body convulses in deep, shuddering spasms on the blonde's mouth. Her jerking hits it's most intense as she finally takes the tip of daddy's cock, leaking just a little of the golden nectar now, into her mouth to suck the final drops while in the throes of her orgasm, screaming onto it although although with her mouth so full all we can hear is a loud, muffled moaning.

Daddy gives a big sigh of relaxation and contentment, leaning back against my warm breasts, letting his cock stiffen fully in the slut's mouth now that he is more comfortable. I move as daddy lays back on the bed, lifting his legs to indicate that I and one of the other sluts should support them. We raise them up a bit, kissing daddy's thighs, and the filipina lets go of daddy's cock and eagerly seeks out his puckered asshole with her tongue. The scent of her master, unwashed, acts as a wild pheromone to all of us, and while the filipina crouches low to lovingingly tongue and suck the sensitive ring of muscle, another piles on above her to see to daddy's balls. The sounds of sloppy wet sucking and licking fill the room, interspersed with soft eager moans of delight.

Daddy smiles at me and nods, and I lean down at his side to take his now fully erect pacifier cock into my mouth, savoring the taste of the piss-soaked mouth of the girl before me, sealing my lips around the head and probing the slightly swollen piss-slit with the tip of my tongue. One of the other sluts busies herself licking up the stray droplets from the lactating tits of another, then turns her attention to the puddles of daddy's morning gift from the floor. The lactating slut climbs up on the bed near daddy's head, offering her heavy, swaying, tits to his mouth, milk drops beading up on the swollen nipples. I've teased myself as long as I can and slide my mouth down on the rigid shaft, pubic hair tickling my nose when I get to the base, gagging slightly when the swollen head hits the back of my constricted throat, but pushing onto it anyway. Warm mouths and tongues swirl and probe daddy's balls and asshole as the head of the cock feels the tight squeezing of my throat around it, the vibrations of my moans and the hard clamping when I gag. I back up again and slide down deep, moving my head with a steady rhythm, letting daddy's hard cock deep into my throat on the downstroke, twisting in a half-spiral as I go back up, over and over. Daddy sucks hard at the slut's tits offered to him, pulling sweet warm milk into his mouth, feeling the mounting pleasure in giving all of the sluts the contentment and happiness of providing intense loving sensation to our Owner. Daddy reaches down between my legs as I suck his cock, finding and grasping my slippery clit between his fingers, squeezing and milking it making me intensify my rhythm.

Daddy is awash in the smells and sounds of five sluts desperate to please every inch of him, feeling our gratitude that we get this opportunity to make daddy feel divine, passionate moans and cries and whimpers as each of us mounts closer to orgasm with him. Daddy is our god and our reason for living, we are incapable of fully conveying our adoration and always striving to express it. I sense a more urgent moan from the slut sucking daddy's balls beside me, and in a split second I feel his cock grow impossibly rigid in my mouth, so close now to feeding his slut. Master's cock jumps in my mouth, one powerful jerk then another as a warm creamy load of special  milk fills my mouth, so velvety and rich on my tongue. I swallow it down along with the pulsing jets of cum that follow it as daddy's body stiffens all over in release. He tugs insistently on my clut, forcing me to cum along with him, waves of release wracking my body even as I feel the spurts come farther apart. Moaning and sated, all of us lay still for a moment, too spent to move.

I look up at our beloved master and grin, whispering, "Good morning, Daddy."

Later, Daddy and I stroll down the pretty tree-lined street in the morning, the sun just well over the horizon. Sluts are opening up the little shops on the square, a handful of the public works sluts so fetching with their slim nudity (wearing their uniforms of leather work boots, gloves, and hardhats along with a toolbelt), tidying up the green, obediently dropping to all fours when we approach, giving their foot-kisses with smiles and pert bottoms turned up for a smack with the crop, rolling over and taking their submissive position with arched backs and delighted grins. I release a couple of them from their poses and they immediately crawl to Daddy, pressing and rubbing against his lower legs and looking up wistfully at him waiting for him to unzip. One of the pair is bold and presses her face into the front of daddy's crotch, eager to get at the cock hidden behind the zipper, mouthing it through the fabric and making guttural little whimpers of needy urgency as she does. The other wraps her legs around daddy's leg, delicately rubbing her cunt on his pantleg while leaning back on her hands, cooing with her eyes half-closed and a sweet little smile on her lips, waiting. Both have "Cocksucking Slut" written in nice lettering across the tops of their breasts. I watch, smiling indulgently, standing beside a slut still in her greeting pose and dragging the tip of my crop over her bare silky skin, watching her nipples sharpen and point, seeing her force her knees wider hoping for a tap - or more - on her bare pussy from the crop.

It makes me feel so satisfied seeing how happy the sluts are when they have a the good fortune of a personal encounter with us unexpectedly. They are so motivated to please! Whenever we are out and about and run into a slut it is clear how excited and happy she is to have the opportunity to interact with us personally. She trembles all over with excitement, barely able to contain her joy as she gets on all fours and lovingly kisses first daddy's shoes, then mine, her bottom wiggling as she tilts it up high, tits jiggling as she leans her chest low, mind filled with anticipation, racing and she wonders: do I look pleasingly erotic? Did I remember to pack all the required items? What if they check? Did I groom myself adequately? Will they want to play with me? Will I get to suck His cock? Will this only be a few moments of erotic pleasure or will they stop and take several hours? Will I get fucked today? Maybe even get to cum for them? No matter how long or short the time we spend with her, she'll breathlessly relate every second of the experience to her sister sluts back at the dorm or house later, and all of them will squeal and ask her over and over again what happened, relishing and reliving every detail, each slut considering what she would have done if she had been the one to meet us.

Life and Times of Perville

Chapter 2

Perville Whore Days: The Parade

Once every summer the whole town of Perville turns out for the games and certifications of “Perville Whore Days”, a festival that runs from the second week of July through the third week. Everyone looks forward to it, naturally, and the sluts prepare for weeks in advance. It kicks off with a parade, with daddy & I as parade marshals being pulled by a team of four matched sluts in the buggy, waving to all our sluts lined up on the edges of the streets, dishing out cracks of the buggy whip to offered bottoms. We're followed by different themed floats the sluts have worked on all through June, and groups marching in formation in identical slutty costumes.

The floats follow behind our carriage and are from some of the houses in Perville. Entrants include "The Joy of Forced Masturbation" - lovely sluts tied down on the float unable to avoid the vibrator positioned on their pussies, cumming over and over down the street. "Man's Best Friend" float featuring the little pet doggy bitches in collars and leashes, being led, fetching sticks, getting smacked on the nose with a rolled up newspaper, rolling over for belly rubs. The cow sluts have their own float, "Got Tits?" with some up on milking stations, hooked up to the suction, mooing and cumming....

Every day of the festival has lots of activities planned (Daddy and I are exhausted by the end of the festival). It starts off with re-certification tests for the established sluts, so all newbies and sluts receiving full citizenship can see what is in store for them and learn what Daddy likes. That portion is spread over 2 days, day 1 being the compulsories (minimum requirements) and day 2 being special certifications (Ass Whores, Cocksucking/Throat Fucking, Dairy, Tit Sluts, Pony Girls, Doggie Bitches, etc). Days 3 through 6 are the testing and certification of unassigned sluts who have had partial citizenship for 6 months to a year, and days 7 & 8 are for brand new inductees with no training. The remaining 6 days are just  for fun, culminating on the last day with a big ceremony announcing the results of all the certification tests.

All along there are special fun events and competitions that the sluts can enter just for fun, such as "Most Orgasms Contest" where we force the entrants to cum as many times as possible in a 6 hour period, "Whore Squirt" with prizes for volume and distance, cow slut judging for production and taste of milk, as well as for form when being milked, "Whore Hold-Out" where the sluts compete to see who can keep from cumming the longest under extreme stimulation, "Pain Slut Endurance" in breast, pussy, ass, and predicament bondage divisions, "Clothesline Race" in which 10 or 12 - 50' knotted clotheslines are strung tightly at waist height, and sluts straddle each line with her labia or clit clamped, or sometimes with her nipples and clit tied with slim cord and connected - and race each other to get to the end over each knot. I often walk along each line encouraging each slut with the crop. Sometimes we have little challenging "surprises" in a few of the knots along the way - some prickly items bound into the knot, or occasionally a knot soaked in mentholatum or chili oil. Some sluts volunteer for endurance in the stocks, available for use to anyone walking by, for a day or several days. Each evening the winning sluts get the opportunity to please daddy in the manner of his choosing, publicly, or to provide an "entertainment" for us - girl orgies, tied-together 'fights', or simply a contest to see who can get the Daddy or his designated representative off.

The Parade

The morning of the first day of the festival, the pony sluts we selected this year to pull our carriage arrive to prepare for the parade at 10. They were chosen from the Pony Slut house back at the end of May, and have been drilling and practicing for hours every day in preparation for the honor of pulling your cart. These four have been selected to match each other as closely as possible physically, as well as for their strength and superior form while pulling a cart. A slut has to be strong to be a good pony; the cart is heavy and the gait the sluts must maintain is awkward to perform. When done correctly, it appears graceful and fluid, with a pony slut's assets prominently displayed, but maintaining the posture while simultaneously restricted and stepping high can be grueling.

These sluts have all shown themselves very capable of maintaining the proper postures while also pulling the cart. They are all very close to 5'9" tall, with the lean, athletic build of most ponies. Their thighs, rears, backs, shoulders, and arms are all well-muscled like gymnasts or ballerinas, yet covered with a decidedly feminine layer of fat. Their breasts are all full B cups, high and firm with just a slight jiggle on the downstep, capped with tight perky pink nipples. Each of these sluts has long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail that reaches almost to the middle of her back, brown eyes and olive skin. I look them over as a group, very pleased with their similarities, admiring their graceful athletic figures. These are the sluts who always dominate the wrestling challenges every year, and with good reason :). They are nervous and excited, fidgeting and stretching to burn off some of their nervous energy, and when I enter the carriage house they line up for their preliminary inspection. I like to thoroughly inspect any slut that is going to serve the Daddy personally, it is a point of deep pride to me that everything be as perfect as possible for him, even details he may not ever notice. I carry my crop as always and tap each slut into line, although I am careful not to mark any of them this early, saving that for daddy's pleasure with the buggy whip later.

The sluts are high strung today yet obediently display their cunts when directed, so that I may be sure for myself that they are properly groomed and perfect. They stand as pony sluts are trained: heads held high, shoulders well back, arms behind them, backs slightly arched, feet planted about shoulder-width apart. The Pony Slut mentor assisting me today has already shod them, in platform high heels that force their asses to lift up, their calf and thigh muscles contracted for a pleasing silhouette. I walk along the line checking each offered pussy, and all are baby-smooth and plump from a fresh suctioning. Each little clit pokes out of its hood charmingly, and I give each one a little stroke with my thumb, eliciting sighs and some relaxation from each slut. I double check that their little nipples have also been vacuum-suctioned so they are erect and firm, giving a slap here and a nip there. Perfect!

With the help of the mentor, I fit each pony slut into her tack: the leather harness around her waist, with D-rings at the sides where her arms will be bound in order to grip the carriage poles; a high leather neck collar to accentuate her posture; and lastly the head harness with blinders, plume, and bit. The reins for this team will be attached on the left side of the head harness of the left front lead pony, and threaded back through the left rear pony's head harness, to end at the carriage. The right rein mirrors the left. I walk behind the line and each slut bends over obediently presenting her lovely round ass. The mentor holds out a butt plug to each slut to be licked and wetted, and I wet my finger in each slut's cunt and circle her puckered pink little ass bud. Each anal plug is fitted with a luxurious horsehair tail dyed to match the pony sluts' honey-brown hair. As I press the narrow end of the first plug against a slut's slick asshole, I feel her little ring of muscle tighten and protest at first, then slowly relax as the plug slides in deeper. Her anus gratefully closes tight on it, and she is graced with a beautiful horse-tail matching her ponytail. As a finishing touch, I use a wide flat clit clamp sporting a set of three jingle bells on each protruding little clit, with matching belled clamps on each nipple. The tinkling tone sounds wonderful as they shift and fidget. Finally, each of the pony sluts is bound to the pulling poles of the carriage, each of their arms encased in a thin leather glove that reaches almost to the shoulder, and fastened by straps to the d-rings at her waist. Two are chosen for the front, side by side, and two for just behind them. I take a seat in the carriage and flick the buggy whip, making the sluts startle at the sharp crack, and they begin the short journey up the drive to collect You and continue in the parade.

When we pick daddy up, he is grinning ear to ear, and I feel a happy blush knowing he is very pleased with the team and how well they've been prepared. Daddy climbs up onto the bench beside me, taking the whip and the reins, giving me a kiss and an approving nod. He slaps the reins and cracks the buggy whip over the rumps of the nearest sluts, and all four begin to step high in unison, proudly pulling Daddy's carriage. When they turn to enter the street, we look out and see throngs of sluts in varying states of undress, from petite slim exotic girls with dark pointed nipples and dusky skin to big bluff busty blonde bitches-in-heat, and every pleasing type in between. The ponies step slowly so that the onlooking sluts can rush up to the carriage to hand daddy flowers and blow kisses, and to bend over in the street asking for a smack from the whip. Daddy thoroughly enjoys the happiness of all his sluts, and the excitement of the festival, and grants Buggy-Whip-Kisses to all who seek them, aiming expertly at a displayed cunt or rigid nipple as well as proffered bottoms.

Behind us are the remaining members of the Pony Slut House, wearing similar head harnesses as our team. As these ponies are not pulling today, they are wearing only thigh-high skintight leather high-heeled boots, and have their arms encased in a single leather lace-up bondage sleeve behind them. I look back and admire their athleticism and precision, as they lift each leg up high, tits thrust forward, heads held steady. A very stirring sight! I turn to daddy and follow his gaze to the backsides of the sluts pulling our carriage; the rhythm as they step is hypnotic, as we both enjoy the sight of their firm buttocks and thighs flexing and clenching with each step, listening to the jingling of their bells, watching the sweat add a sheen to their smooth nude bodies, feeling the effort they make as they pull us the few blocks of the parade route.

When they stop at the grandstand from where we will watch the rest of the parade, daddy goes up and offers each slut a cube of sugar, admiring the saliva and sweat shining on their taut breasts, flicking each of their little bell clamps playfully. That is all the "well done" they will receive from him for now, but it lights each one up like a firecracker, and they nicker and rub up against daddy. Chuckling, daddy joins me up on the stand to view the coming parade floats.

A trip to town

Another glorious morning waking up in Perville, and I finish my breakfast as the household sluts crowd around Daddy's side of the bed as usual for their morning blessing of daddy's first water of the day. He allows each of the house sluts a few languid moments to suck and worship his cock afterward, since we're going to be gone most of the day today and they need to have that contact and know that they are loved. When daddy says, "Enough now, sluts", they try to wheedle just a few more moments with him. Daddy is kind but firm, telling them to get moving, as they too have duties today and things to get done for him in our absence. The house sluts can't help but be disappointed that they don't get to spend more time in our presence. I watch a moment as they reluctantly disperse on all fours, heads down and shoulders slumped, showing with their body language that they don't like having to leave one bit. Daddy sighs and shakes his head - he loves all the sluts, and even though he knows they accept what he says, he doesn't like to see them unhappy.

This kind of selfish pouting from the sluts really gets under my skin sometimes. They don't do it often but sometimes they are like children having little temper tantrums when events don't unfold in a way that gratifies their needs for Daddy. "Hold on there, just a moment," I say in a low voice. All of the pouting, dejected sluts freeze in place, realizing they've been caught. I get up and walk over to the open part of the room where they are scattered, taking my flexible crop from its sheath on my thigh and slapping it against my left palm. "Is this really how you are going to behave for your Master?" I say with irritation. "He gives you the gift of his time and attention, and you repay him with this selfishness? For shame, we expect so much better from you." I whip the crop through the air making it whistle so they can hear, and say, slightly menacingly, "Line up, sluts".

I glance over at Daddy, nodding his approval at the correction. Each of the five naked sluts jumps to her feet - all reluctance gone now, but for me it is too little, too late. It is now a "teachable moment" as they say. My irritation with them is gone, seeing how quickly they have snapped out of their self-pity, but there is still correction and discipline to be done. "Bend over, sluts, bottoms to your Master hold your ankles. Don't make me have to explain further, you should all know this by now." Each one quickly turns around, displaying her round bottom to Daddy, feet apart, holding her ankles. It's a lovely sight, their cunts still swollen with excitement from their few moments with daddy, bare and moist, lips plump and swollen. The position alone is almost enough to remind them of their place, and I see shivers and the slight movement of desire in their hips. This offense was not nearly enough to banish any of them to the corner or withhold attention, but a good whipping with the crop will reinforce their slutty submission as well as give them something to linger over all day keeping their attention where it should be - on their Master. Every time one notices her sore bottom, she will get a little shiver of excitement that her Master and her Master's devoted first slut cared enough to give her the discipline she needed.

I walk down the line lecturing the sluts as I trail the end of the crop up the backs of smooth thighs, over the silky skin of their asses, creating shivers and excitement. "You are house sluts!" I remind them, "You get more time with your Master than any slut in Perville. Time and attention that any slut would happily take in your place. And yet you choose to pout and whine when you have to be inconvenienced." I slash the air with the crop, landing a stinging blow to the offered ass of the slut furthest to the right. It leaves a nice reddening spot on her otherwise perfect bottom, and all the sluts flinch instinctively when they hear the whistle and SMACK. "MASTER (SWAT) gives you so many more OPPORTUNITIES (SWAT) to please him, and then you THANK HIM (SWAT)  with SELFISHNESS (SWAT) and JEALOUSY (SWAT)," I continue, popping each ass a good hard crack for emphasis. Reddened splotches appear on each bottom, and I continue with a flurry of blows keeping the sluts dazed not knowing where the sharp stings will land. "Just look how you've disappointed Master! How is that behavior pleasing him?" I ask rhetorically, now catching vulnerable cunt lips with the sharp slaps of the crop. I can see the sluts each beginning to shake as she tries to cry silently, more over the painful realization that they've failed us than the pain of the cropping. I stroke their thighs gently with the crop, letting their guilt take over and hearing choked sobs in response. I deliver several more slashes to very pink and red bottoms and pussies - which are watering nicely, a natural response to a cropping - then, as the sobs of the sluts get louder, I sheathe the crop again. I walk down the line of upturned asses, caressing and soothing, cupping each slippery pussy in turn feeling how hot and swollen it is after being punished. "There now," I say gently and firmly, "All is forgiven, isn't it Master?" Daddy says yes, instructs the sluts to think carefully about their punishment today, and to show him how good they are when he returns. I give each sore bottom a pat and release them from their position. With tear-streaked, contrite faces they each kneel down to kiss my feet and thank me, then crawl to daddy to thank him and tell him how sorry they are. The manor will have several very thoughtful and sorry sluts today, who will be very eager to show their gratitude when we return.

After correcting the sluts, and watching them crawl from the room with their cute little bottoms all red and pink (and a new attitude blooming in their hearts), I call down my assistant to remind her to have the ponies and puppy bitches ready in an hour, and to send the chauffeur slut around with the pickup. She assures me that it is already being seen to, and I go to join daddy in the double shower just off the bedroom.

I love living in the manor with Daddy, and seeing him use the sluts (as well as using them myself!) but I always cherish the special moments when he and I are alone, too. I'm daddy's slut, but I am also first in his heart. He holds me higher than all the many sluts who serve him, and I revel every day in my role as not only daddy's first and best slut, but also his enforcer, his protector, and his most trusted and loyal lover. Daddy saw my natural inclination to always look out for his interests, fiercely if necessary, and worked to hone that quality in me until one day I just stepped up and took my place by his side. My desire to please him is so great that I can only satisfy it by making sure that my darling Daddy is getting exactly what he wants, in the manner he wants it. I've been with him so long I know these things without even thinking them, and he has come to rely on me to make sure the sluts are kept focused on him and that his town runs smoothly in the way that pleases him most. I can be ferocious when it comes to fulfilling daddy's needs and desires, and any slut that doesn't have the same enthusiasm for making daddy happy finds herself unceremoniously banished and out on her ass if I discover her.

As daddy's first slut, I'm allowed a lot of privileges and treats that the other sluts don't get. I am allowed to spend the majority of my time with him, and, like this morning, that includes showering with daddy. He cares for me far more lovingly than he does the rest of the sluts, and in the shower he smiles and bathes me like his precious baby, washing my hair, soaping and scrubbing my body. I lift my arms over my head when he tells me to, and he washes under my arms, taking extra care to scrub my breasts the way he knows I like; he tells me to spread my legs like his good girl, and when I quickly do so he lovingly washes my ass, pussy, and down my legs, having me lift each foot for him to finish. After rinsing off I do the same for daddy, enjoying the feel of his body warm and wet in the spray, thinking of how good this makes him feel to be clean and fresh for the day. I squat down to wash his feet as he washed mine, when I hear him say, "Stay right there, sugarcunt, daddy saved something for you". I look up expectantly, smiling and opening my mouth when daddy lets a small stream of urine arc into my mouth. I close my eyes happily, thinking of how thoughtful daddy is to save back some of his potent piss just for me, knowing it is difficult for him to stop the flow when he waters the sluts in the morning. The taste is hot, bitter, and salty, and fills my head with the scent of daddy. I let out a happy moan as I swallow this feral liquid gift from daddy, happy to my toes he that cared so much to save a little treat just for me.

But there isn't much time to play, as daddy has arranged for us to travel to the next town over for the day, so we finish up our shower and I dry daddy off quickly. He looks me over and decides what he wants me to wear that day, telling me to go get ready and he will meet me out on the front steps with the pickup. Most of the "clothing" worn by me and the sluts is designed by me and specially tailored by sluts who are handy with a sewing machine. I quickly find the items daddy wants me in - really nothing more than a skimpy frame to accentuate my female form. Its going to be a warm sunny day, so daddy has chosen a string bikini halter-style top for me in white, which has been modified to have only narrow crescents for the bra. The crescent-shaped fabric cups my large tits, lifting them and leaving most of the breast uncovered, calling attention to my bared, erect nipples even more than going topless would. I giggle to myself as the skimpy top is so flimsy it does nothing to control the jiggle of my tits at even the slightest movement.

Daddy and I both usually prefer the sluts to wear nothing at all on the bottom, but today daddy has told me to wear the matching bottom to the bikini top. It is nothing more than two elasticized lace strings, one around my hips, the other between my legs. It is so narrow it easily pulls up into the groove of my slit, splitting my cunt lips and doing nothing to hide my excitable clit. I pull it up tightly, then strap my ever-present crop holster to my left thigh, where I always carry it. The sluts are all well-acquainted with my crop, and I can have it in my hand in a split-second if the occasion arises. Daddy insists on high heels at all times on his sluts, and so I choose a sexy strappy pair and put them on. After combing my hair and applying a little light makeup, I'm ready and hurry to the large foyer where daddy is waiting by the door, wearing comfortable khaki slacks and a knit polo shirt. He is so handsome my heart skips a beat when he looks me up and down slowly, his eyes twinkling and a half-grin on his face. He has me turn around for him, stick out my ass and wiggle it, showing him how neatly my fat pussy lips are partly in the outfit he chose, then again facing front. I thrust my chest out for him, proud of my large, erect nipples, and he steps over to give each on a playful bite and shake. "Yummy as always, sugartits" he laughs, slapping my bare bottom, "now, let's get going, shall we?".

The household sluts are out naked on the porch to see us off, faces streaked with tears as daddy walks past them without acknowledgment. A slut has brought daddy's big pickup truck around and it sits in the large circular drive. Tumbling on the front lawn are 3 of the puppy bitches I've chosen to take along with us, naked with only their collars and butt-plug tails, chasing each other playfully, rolling in the grass and laughing. It is always a challenge to keep the exuberant puppy sluts in some semblance of order, as their playfulness and great joyful curiosity, along with their totally "in the present" thinking, can get them in all kinds of predicaments. Its very very tough to ever be upset with a puppy slut, though, and daddy and I usually find ourselves smiling and laughing right along with them when they are around.

Daddy climbs behind the wheel of the pickup while I walk out to gather up the puppy sluts. The rush over to me as soon as they see me - in all likelihood they have forgotten why they are waiting for me - and happily snuffle at my hand, my legs, my shoes, and my crop. I laugh as I always do with the puppy bitches, watching them roll over onto their backs and stretch for a belly rub. "Come on little bitches!" I say brightly, drawing my crop and tapping bouncy round asses, "who wants to go for a ride? Hm? Who wants to go for a ride?" This sends the puppy bitches into wild excitement, jumping up to try to lick my face, turning in circles on the grass and "woofing" happy agreement. They follow me on all fours to the pickup, where the tailgate is down, and clumsily clamber up into the bed. One puppy bitch, a cute short girl built like a gymnast, with a short cap of curly blonde hair and freckles sprinkled over her nose and cheeks, is so excited that her bottom never ceases wiggling, and she unmindfully piddles in the truck bed in her excitement. "No!" I say sternly, and she blushes from the roots of her hair all the way down her chest, lowing her head but still wiggling like crazy. I can't help but be charmed, after all, she's just a happy little puppy slut and it's to be expected that she will sometimes have accidents when she's overly excited. She nuzzles the crop in my hand to say she's sorry, and I quickly tousle her bright blonde head, telling her it's okay. I tell them all to be good little bitches and don't fall out of the truck, and keeping the tailgate open, I take my seat in the cab next to daddy.

Daddy drives slowly the hundred yards or so to the stables. The puppy bitches in the back are already leaning on their hands on the sides of the bed, trying to look around the cab to see where we're going, still wiggling lol, tongues lolling. When we stop at the stables, the mature slut who sees to the pony sluts leads two of them out by leashes snapped to a ring at the end of a chain that is threaded through their collar rings, branching into three chains each ending in a clamp. The clamps in turn are fastened at the base of each nipple, with the third chain dangling down to grip the slut's clit. A tug on the leash will pull all three chained clamps upward, yanking on the slut's nipples and clit in order to focus and arouse her. The pony sluts won't be pulling a cart today, so they are not in full tack, instead wearing the partial tack of thigh-high, high-heeled black leather boots, a matching leather harness of narrow leather and silver rings and buckles, high leather posture collars, and the black leather head harness with blinders, plume, and bit. Their arms are encased behind them in the single lace-up sleeve we use for when they don't have to pull, to keep their arms back and retain the thrusting posture of a proper pony slut. The two pony sluts snort and stamp, impatiently waiting, heads held high and tits proudly thrust forward, haughty and dignified with their pony-tail butt plugs firmly clenched by their tight anuses, the  long sweeping strands of the tails swishing against the backs of their boot-clad legs.

Daddy and I both get out of the cab to help load the ponies into the truck bed. With their arms pinned behind them it is difficult for them to climb, so the stable matron has a short sturdy wooden ramp that she wheels into position at the tailgate. Handing one leash to daddy, she keeps hold of the other as daddy leads the first skittish ponyslut up into the truck bed, soothing her with gentle whispers and a hand caressing her round bottom, nudging her tail to shift the butt-plug pleasantly in her tightly-clenched ass. She follows him easily and he helps her squat down with her back up against the cab, knees spread wide. Daddy slides a finger down to her crimped clit and strokes the bulging tip lightly, relaxing her, then slides that finger back a bit and between her vacuum-plumped cunt lips, wiggling his finger in a small circle as she humps it gently, nickering her pleasure. Daddy fastens the leash to a ring on the floor of the cab, knowing he'll have to drive the 3 miles to town very carefully to keep her tender nipples and clit safe. Slowly removing his finger from her grasping fuck hole, daddy stands and comes back to take the leash of the second pony slut and lead her to her position beside her sister slut. As gravely dignified as the pony sluts hold themselves, is in delightful contrast to the three klutzy, wiggling, happy little puppy sluts who soon crowd around the ponies sniffing and tentatively licking at the ponies' clamped nipples and cunts. The cute little freckly puppy whore leans down low in front of the one daddy fingered, lapping eagerly at the wetness seeping from the pony's puffed-up pussy lips, squirming her inquisitive tongue inside to see if she can still taste daddy's finger. Ass up high and jiggling, she backs away a bit and woofs at the pony happily, trying to engage the stoic, dignified pony slut. The pony, while plainly annoyed, does not deign to acknowledge the happy little curly-headed blonde, suffering through her playfulness with as much dignity as a pony slut fastened in a squat in the bed of a pickup truck can muster. Daddy laughs and calls the little blond pup over, "Now now, don't bother daddy's ponies, little slut" he chuckles. The little blonde goes in for one more suck of the pony's engorged clit before crawling over to daddy, who fondles her swaying tits as she licks his face happily. "Be a good little bitch, and ride nicely for daddy" he reminds her. The wiggly little puppy bitch rolls over on her back luxuriating in daddy's affectionate nipple-pinches, pulling her bent knees up and flopping them open for more. Daddy strokes her bare, soft cleft then gives it a good firm slap, laughing when she jerks happily and tries to lick whatever part of him is closest, eyes half-closed and smiling dreamily. "That's enough, little bitch-in-heat" daddy says, stepping back to close the tailgate. The blonde jumps up again to eagerly wait with her sister bitches for the truck to start and take us all to town.

Part 2 coming soon