Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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It might have been the death of my mother and my only sister in the car accident. It might have been that I tried to drink away the depression while I was hundreds of miles away from home at college. What I do know is two things. My father would be furious I had failed out, in just my freshman year, especially as he had paid for my tuition, books, and living expenses. The second was that I would be calling him to move back home, as I had no job nor anyway to support myself.
My name is Jesse. I'm 5-7 and about 130 pounds. My long brown hair is wavy and reaches my mid back. I grew it in hopes I would make it big with my old band as a drummer. My drum set sat in my parents basement, untouched for over two years. My band sucked, and the $3000 drum set my dad bought me was a reminder of the huge disappointment I had become on all fronts.
Two weeks later I moved back home. The ride home was very quiet as my dad said nearly three words for the two hour drive. I carried my bags to my bedroom, and was beginning to unpack. I heard my dad walk up behind me.
"You are not staying in that room." I heard my dad say. I turned around and looked at him. He pointed to my sisters room.
"That is your room Jessica." He said. I would think that he was losing his mind, but my sisters name was Dana.
"Um dad?"
"Your clothes are all in there. Better get changed. Oh and get shaved and put on some makeup. I want you pretty." He stated flatly.
"Dad what is going on?" I wasn't moving from the doorway of my former room.
"Well Jessica you are useless as a human being. So I am going to find a use for you. You are now my maid, and my sex slave." His eyes bore right through my skull. I shook my head like I was dizzy. I was.
"Dad, are you okay? You are saying insane things." My head was cocked slightly sideways, like a dog hearing a high pitched noise.
"Oh I am just fine Jessica. If you don't want to do what I tell you, you can take your belongings, and try to make your way out in the world. Your choice. Do as I ask, or go homeless and be assaulted in the city by who knows what." He folded his arms in front of his chest. I forgot what an imposing man he was.
He was just over six feet tall and his 47 year old head was almost covered in gray hair. He had very broad shoulders, with a large belly and thick legs. His whole body was covered in light curly dark gray hair. His biceps were as big as my thighs. I took after my mother, as did my sister.
I thought hard about what he just said. Time slowed to a crawl, and I felt as if I was about to faint. I had been spoiled by this man my whole life. There was no way he could be very mean to me. He wanted me to wear my sisters clothing and have sex with me though. How could I do that???
I didn't have much of a choice. Silently I walked into my sisters room. I watched as he locked my old room with a new deadbolt I had not noticed. I looked at the door of the room I was in and noticed a deadbolt that was key driven on the inside and switch driven on the outside. He could lock me in.
"You might have some use yet. Maybe you aren't the total waste of skin I thought you were Jessica. You are now my slave. You are my girl now. You look a lot like your mother did when we met in college. You are going to be my girlfriend in public. You are going to be my sex slave at home. You will wear nothing but the small wardrobe that is left in this room.
During the day while you clean and cook you will wear nothing but panties and a silk camisole. You will learn how to put on makeup. You will have waxing appointments weekly." He left the room and came back holding a cone shaped black rubber thing.
"You will have this in your backside at all times. That is after you enema during your shower." I realized what he was holding was a butt-plug. I shivered from the wave of shock at the sight of the thing that would not fit in my butt. He wasn't finished talking.
"You will call me Daddy outside, and Master at home. That useless piece of flesh that dangles from your front will be pierced and connected to the sack that carries your worthless marbles. If you were able to be a real man, you'd not have failed so miserably. That piercing will make it painful to have an erection, which you will never have again without a lot of pain.
You only have two sexual organs, that thin lipped mouth, and that fat ass, or "cunt". Now put on the dress I have laid out on the bed. We are going to have a bit of errands to run."
He walked out. I crumpled down and sat on the floor. My head was spinning. I felt sick. I looked over and saw my sisters white, lace strapped, high skirted sundress. I wasn't hairy in anyway compared to most, but my legs would be exposed with the thin light brown hair showing. I stared at the dress on my sisters bed for at least 3 minutes, with my head buzzing from the continued shock before I laid down on the floor.
I must have fainted.
"What the fuck is taking you so long!!" I heard from down stairs. I sat up and slowly pulled off my clothing. Fear was now driving me.
"No underwear Jessica!" I heard.
I looked in the mirror after the dress was on. I was about 2 inches taller then my sister, so what was a short dress on her was really short on me. If I bent over, the bottom of my ass would be visible. I was certain that was my dad's plan all along. I found three pairs of shoes in the closet. They were all in my size, and they were all high heeled. It took me a few minutes to figure out how to stand in them, and going down the stairs felt like learning how to ice skate.
I made it to the car. Walking was very hard and I was cold in this sundress. As my dad drove he put his hand on my leg. This was unnerving. What he said as we arrived at the salon was even more so.
"I can see right through that dress. Your ass looks wonderful!" This caused a mixed reaction as I walked into the salon. My cock twitched and seemed to respond to his affection. Also, my stomach climbed up into my throat.
The window in the front of the shop had paint all over it telling about all their services. Hair, nails, tats, and piercings. "The best beauty school in the county!" Well that was not encouraging.
"Hello! Do you have an appointment?" A chubby middle aged woman greeted us at the desk. This place was in the middle of a strip mall, close to the house. I knew my dad made an appointment. He was just that way.
"Yes. Jessica here has the 2pm for full waxing, mani/pedi, Chastity piercing and makeup lessons." My dad told the chipper woman.
"Oh this is Jessica. You are so lucky to have a boyfriend like James! He is spoiling you big time! Okay Jessica come on back, we are going to get the painful bits done first." I followed the woman that reminded me of the secretary from "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" back to a vinyl lined bed.
"Get all naked, and lay down. Emily will be with you shortly." She said. I pulled the straps off my shoulders and let the dress fall. I unbuckled the shoes and lay naked on the bed.
I would give you all the details of the waxing, but I can sum it up quickly. Motherfucking ow! And how did Emily get the wax sheet between my cheeks? Oh and motherfucking OW! It took over an hour to get all the hair off my body. I was thankful I had a hairless chest and back.
When she was done a different girl came in. She had several tools on a tray. She grabbed my junk and felt the skin of my sack briefly.
"Take a couple deep breaths Jessica." She said. I felt a dull pain go through my scrotum, and then a very intense pain go through my entire penis right behind the head. I felt and heard a "Click". When I looked down I saw a door nob sized silver ring that ran through my penis and through my scrotum. There was no way to remove it with out tools. I would have to sit to pee for the rest of my life as my cock was always going to be pointed down.
"Okay need you to breathe for me honey." The woman walked up to my chest with something that looked like a glue gun. It wasn't. She grabbed my tit and used the gun to punch a large hole into my nipple. I felt it. Before I could react she had already punched a hole in my other nipple. She put two heavy rings in both and locked them closed. The weight of these rings would pull my nipples down for eternity. They were thick and as big around as golf balls.
Emily handed my dad a bottle of antibiotics, and then asked him...
"Did you settle on what you wanted for the tramp stamp?" She looked at a note pad. "You had 'Daddy's Bitch' in calligraphy, or 'Free cunt cum here' with and arrow down"
"Daddy's Cunt, Gothic style." My dad said.
"Oh gawd, please no!" I whimpered quietly.
"Turn over Jessica, this will hurt a bit, but you cannot move . Do you understand?" The dark haired woman instructed. I nodded. I laid down. My new piercings were screaming. My legs and arms were not happy, and the place were the hair in and around my butt hole was on fire. So when she started to tattoo me, my whole body was in intense pain. The one spot that had no pain was receiving a million bee stings from a needle soaked with black ink.
By the time the black haired woman was halfway done with the tramp stamp, I fell into a new mindset. Pain would be my life, as would submission. I accepted this and found a new place to dwell in my mind. I calmed. The sick feeling went away. Every nerve ending was alive yet dull at the same time. The pain was fading, and was replaced with a new feeling. Pleasure.
I was nearly asleep when I heard the woman speak to me.
"Time for your make up lesson!" I lifted my head from the vinyl bed and blinked. I nodded slowly and then tried to manuver to the floor. This woke the pain in my nipples and cock. I seethed air through my teeth. I was wide awake now. Emily was back and helped me get down from the bed. She had my dress and shoes in her hand. She walked me back to the front of the shop. The sign in the window said open to me, so it was closed to all others.
My dad was watching TV. I was naked as I sat in the chair. Anyone who walked by would be able to see me through the window. I barely had time to think about that before I had a redheaded woman in my face.
She told me, and showed me how to apply the two types of makeup my dad wanted. Eyeliner and lipstick. She showed me on her own face, then showed me on my face. Then she used some cleanser to get the makeup off of my face and made me do it as two other women worked on my fingernails and toe nails.
After the third try I managed to get the eyeliner just right. Lipstick was easy.
One of the women who seemed to be pissed off about staying late grabbed my right hand and began to paint my nails. I looked down and saw my toenails were already painted. The pain in my crotch, nipples and back had distracted me from the pedicure I had received.
