The Pain Slut
Part 8 sequel
Chapter 22
The Daddy House
After our week-long stay on Slave Island, we had much work to catch up on at Rita's Manor. Rita and I had taken on clients during the day, mostly well-off women and girls with good jobs who were obsessed with being dominated.
It reminded me of the song by Annie Lennox and the Eurythmics: -
"Sweet dreams are made of this."
The melodic tune with the notorious refrain:
"Some of them want to use you.
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused."
As far as the female part of the population was concerned, only the fourth line of the chorus seemed to apply: "...want to be abused."
It was great for business, revenue flowed in and the trainers were booked up and couldn't be persuaded to work more hours, even with big bonuses.
We were constantly hiring new people, but we also had to be careful that quality didn't suffer. I had already had to make some redundancies. Rita and I were still dealing with the business issues in the evenings.
Our sex life together was practically non-existent during the first few weeks. Yes of course, Rita's pussy was licked by female customers, and I came in the holes of rich female customers several times a day after training them and beating them black and blue, but we didn't have time for each other.
Again we were lying tired on the sofa in the director's office after a quick snack. Rita suddenly brought up a topic, she told me about the planned referendum on the constitutional amendment. There was an attempt to reduce the rights of women on the status of fuck toys. Funnily enough, women were at the forefront of all these movements. There were even daily demonstrations in the capital, where women chanted, "We want under your thumb" Respect our right to be a fuck doll" or "Keep us on a tight leash"
Rita, with her cult experience, was appalled. "Those stupid cows! I can't get it.
It's not just a tickle in the pussy like in BDSM, this referendum is about the right to one's own body. Suddenly you must have a husband who allows you every little thing."
"Or not," I said, "but at least you're off the hook with me. With me, you have a free rein, Rita."
"This is no laughing matter, Sir," she said, jabbing me in the side with her sharp elbow.
"Where does it all come from," I asked her. "Do you think someone experimented with the mind control software?"
The mind control software including the implantable chip was now legal for us too. Many people used it as a method of orgasm control with their subs. The Dom sets the timer, and no chastity belts or locks are needed anymore, an orgasm is reliably suppressed.
The highest level of arousal is achievable, but there is no release; the torment of abstinence does not end when the master wills it. Some subs are said to have already gone mad.
"My God, we already sound like conspiracy theorists, but you've seen what this software can do. Emily and her daughters are now practically our sex slaves. "
"Yes, and they are also completely uninhibited. They broke the incest taboo so quickly. They let themselves be dominated and humiliated at will. Whipping and ass-fucking, Emily is licking her daughter's cunts. A woman like her, CEO of a company with 110.000 employees, the top tier of society. It's crazy."
"She and her daughters Lucia and Martina come three times a week to be trained naked to fuck toys. They pay a tidy sum to be beaten, tortured and used."
"But these movements, who is behind them? It happens all over the country. It can't have been all these millions of women implanted with chips. Can mind control be done other than with the chip? Why does it only work for women on a large scale?"
Rita replied: "I don't know, but there must be a lot of money behind these movements. They run their TV channels called 'Cuntology 101' or 'The Daddy House', but there are others...".
"That sounds crazy, let's, see."
I reached for the remote, "Which channel?" We were lying on the bed next to each other.
"The Daddy House 666," Rita said, "appropriate, isn't it?"
We were in the middle of a video clip about a School for Slut Girls. New blood for the Daddy House, an institution for swapping daughters.
Damn, that was weird, about 20 girls sat naked in the classroom moving up and down at the same rhythm.
"They're all riding fixed anal dildos in their chairs," I remarked. "Look at their ecstatic faces."
Every five minutes the writing was displayed: 'All the pussies in our instructional videos are over 18. Please support us.' Then a bank account number was displayed. 'Join the Daddy House, bring your daughters if they are of legal age.'
A pleasant male voice could be heard, and the girls listened rapturously:
"A cunt like you is happiest when serving the sexual needs and perversions of men - serve willingly.
After all, this is your entire purpose! To serve willingly.
Making men feel good and getting cocks to cum is the reason a cunt like you exists - serve and beg for cum.
To accomplish your destination, you must serve men. Serve willingly.
Through this obedience to men, a cunt frees herself from the endless worries any sense of free will gives her. Obey joyfully.
By dedicating your mind and body to the service of men, you can be free - and it's a wonderful feeling! Obey joyfully
For a cunt, obedience is freedom! Obey joyfully. Serve willingly. Beg for his cum.
Repeat it now in chorus:"
He spoke sentence after sentence and the girls repeated the sentences in chorus, three times each. They didn't forget to fuck themselves with the anal dildos.
Mouths half open, eyes fixed and distant. All had beautifully plaited pigtailsβblondes, brown-haired, redheads. Most also had brightly coloured braces. The girls were all pretty but very slim and small.
"Do you think they use oestrogens as growth inhibitors?"
"It's possible, but they would have had to start earlier and no more than 4 inches are to be gained."
"They look like those girls trained in rhythmic gymnastics, half-starved but strong and wiry."
The lessons continued.
"To whom do you obey? You obey all men in all ways, no matter how difficult or impossible it may seem. Your Master, a stranger, or a family member. All these men must be served with devotion and perfect obedience.
All men have power over you."
Rita stripped naked, and I did the same. We were both sexually aroused. We played around with each other and watched the perverse training with fascination.
"When to obey: Even if you are tired, worn out, or aching from every hole, it is still the right time to follow. Be obedient, beg for cum, serve.
It doesn't matter if it's the middle of the night or the middle of the day, when you wake up, go to sleep when eating.
You always obey cheerfully."
The girls had to repeat the weird rules in their high-pitched voices.