Standing in the dark entrance hall my heart feels like lead as I await the return of my daughter. I have no idea how long I have been here but my legs ache from standing still but that is infinitely better than the thought of sitting on my bruised and battered arse. Desperately I try not to ponder her fate when she returns. I hope for her sake that whatever she has been doing tonight makes what is to come worthwhile but somehow I doubt that.
Suddenly I find myself blinking, my eyes trying to refocus, dazzled by the light that Danielle has turned on as she returned.
"Mum? What are you standing here in the dark for? What's wrong?" Her voice soft at first hardens like her eyes as irritation takes over "For god's sake its only 10:30 what are you doing waiting for me like I am little kid? It's not like I am even late!"
"Danielle, for once will you just shut up and listen. I am in no mood to explain myself to you and trust me you are in no position to act like the wounded party." The tone of my voice stops her but only momentarily, I can see her getting ready to argue. Her soft full lips settle into a petulant pout as she frowns at me.
Unbidden the thought of kissing away that pout flashes through my mind and I feel an unwanted squirm of excitement in my belly. She is just so beautiful, so perfectly flawless. How many times have thoughts of her flitted through my dreams? Dreams so vividly explicit that I can almost taste her sweetness on my tongue. My cheeks flame scarlet as I realize once again how abhorrent theses thoughts should be. She is my daughter, my child and yet here I am excited by the thoughts of what will happen to her tonight and the part I will undoubtedly play in them.
"Your Father wants to see you in the basement, come with me." My voice is harsher than I had hoped, pitched higher than its normal soft, smooth tone but my nerves are stretched taught and I can not hide it.
"The basement? Why on earth would he want me down there at this time of night? We aren't allowed in the basement." I see the flicker of fear in her eyes, the slight tremble in her voice and pity surges through me.
For a second maternal instinct fights its way through my baser emotions. If only I could protect her from this but I can't. She has bought this upon herself and nothing I can do or say will stop Mark from dealing with her as He sees fit. He has been waiting for this night for a long time and He will not be denied.
"Danielle, please. No more questions. Please just do as you are told and come with me we are only making it worse by standing here delaying." I reach out and take her hand, leading her towards the stairs to the basement. I can feel her eyes on me as she follows but I can't bring myself to meet her gaze. How could I deliver her to my Husband knowing full well what He is going to do? Simple, I am a slut, His slut and He is my Master and as such I will do whatever it takes to please Him.
We reached the heavy wooden door at the foot of the stairs and I pause for a moment wondering how she will deal with all she will witness and experience once we step through it. Should I send her away? Should I once again offer myself up to assuage His anger, quell His desires? I cannot do that, for in truth His desires are my desires. I draw in a long shuddering breath as I reach out and knock on the door, I cannot save her from this; I don't want to save her from this. It is our destiny.
The door swings open almost as my knuckles touch it and Danielle is jerked forward into the room, Marks vice like grip biting into the soft tanned flesh of her upper arms. Hesitantly I follow, my legs shaking, my mind reeling. What do I do now?
Suddenly conditioning takes over. I am mindful that I am breaking rules by standing here in this room fully clothed and that to break these rules will only make matters worse. Conscious thought gives way to instinct and I quickly strip and fold my clothes neatly into a pile by the door, I cross to the centre of the room and kneel in my place, eyes lowered, hands clasped loosely behind my back.
"Oh my god!" Danielle's words are a soft moan as she sees the welts covering my body. "What animal did that to you mum? What is going on?"
Marks laugh is low and deep "I would be that animal Danielle and you, you little slut, are the cause of it as usual. If you hadn't childishly confided in your journal your plans to get laid tonight, this first time might have been an entirely more pleasurable experience for us all."
"Daddy I didn't! It didn't happen I was just joking, honestly Daddy!" The panic in Danielle's voice cut me to the core and I fixed my eyes firmly on the floor trying to quell the desire to beg my Husband to let her go and to punish me in her place.
"Well that's quite some joke princess. Maybe it was more wishful thinking? Maybe you really crave to be taken and used and fucked until you feel like you are going to split wide apart." Danielle sobbed and Mark paused for just an instant, was He questioning what He had planned? "No protest princess? No 'Daddy I'm a good girl I have never thought of those things'? Well I suppose I should be happy that at least you don't compound what you have already done by lying about it."
No He wasn't questioning Himself, He rarely did. I could hear the excitement and the passion in His voice. I recognized that tone and I loved it. It was the same tone He always used when He spoke to me in this dungeon of ours. The same voice that set my insides to liquid fire, which reduced me to this bundle of raw nerve endings longing for His touch. For a fleeting moment I was almost jealous of our daughter. Jealous that she should be the focus of His desire and attention, that she would feel His power and control but it was only fleeting. A smile plays across my lips as I settle into the knowledge that no matter what happens tonight I will be, as I always have been, His main focus. Never in all our years together have I ever had cause to doubt how special I am to Him and He to me.
