“How are you doing?” I asked in the phone quietly, taking a deep breath with a smile on my face. My youngest daughter, Tara who was nineteen years-old, was in her second year at the University just down the road maybe fifty miles. It didn’t seem like that far but it felt like a world away for me. She was growing up fast and didn’t have much time for dear old dad, or so it seemed. I cherished the sporadic phone calls, and the even more infrequent visits home by my blooming daughter.
“I’m doing good, daddy,” she said bubbly, like she always sounded and I couldn’t help but smile at the sound of her voice. I shifted in my seat and I looked down and heard Keri giggle to herself. I winked to her with a slight grin on my face.
Without even thinking about it, I reach down and caress Keri’s cheek lightly as I talk to her sister. If Tara only knew what had happened between her sister and I. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered if she would be sickened, shocked, aroused or curious. I could tell the same questions were on Keri’s mind. Slightly shaking my head, I turned by attention back to the conversation at hand.
The next ten minutes was spent through the mindless chit chat with Tara as she brought me up to speed with her life. She was doing well in school, making honors this semester and studying hard. No, she did not have a boyfriend because she was studying so hard. That brought a sigh of relief out of me. I had always tried to raise my daughters properly, but sometimes it was hard being a man. There was no woman in their life for the girly things. She would be home for next week for the weekend and couldn’t wait to see Keri and me.
I said goodbye, set the phone back in the cradle and turn back to Keri who was kneeling in front of me with a smile on my face. She takes my cock out of her mouth and lightly strokes its length as she looks up at me.
“I love sucking my daddy’s cock,” she said with a smile, caressing the purple head against her cheek, lovingly. Her eye had a delightfully wicked twinkle in it when she spoke next. “Did my master like talking to his daughter while her slutty sister sucked him off?”
I only nodded. Keri squirmed a little and looked up at me. She couldn’t read the expression on my face and I could tell this was making her uneasy. Without another word, she stuffed my cock back in her mouth and I could feel me enter her throat as she sucked me deep and long. I groaned and stiffened at the hot, wet sensation. I loved the way Keri sucked me. It felt like nothing else that I could describe.
Wordlessly, she continued to suck my cock as I leaned back in my chair. The only sound was her hungry growls as she devoured my whole length. She slurped as her tongue licked up and down my shaft and swirled delightfully over the head of my cock. Even though I had just cum in her ass less than twenty minutes ago, Keri had worked her magic and I was now standing rock hard at my full ten inches. Her cute little lips strained to fit all of me into her lips which she eagerly did time and again.
“Master,” she breathed as she continued to stroke my cock, her small hand barely fitting around my shaft but still stroking it slowly, the head against her cheek. “Master, may your little girl cum. Please, Master. I’ll do anything if you’ll permit me to cum.”
I smirked down at her and she turned her eyes down to my cock as she kissed the head softly and lovingly.
“You already do anything I want,” I reminded her.
I chuckled at her light moan which only drove her even madder. She didn’t know if I would allow her to cum. It was in my hands. It was my decision. But I could tell by the movement of her body, the gyrations, the muscles flexing that she was highly aroused. As she looked up at me again her lips were slightly parted and I could tell she was breathing heavily. Her eyes were partly closed also.
Finally, she whispered. “Please, master. I’m begging you. I’m begging you.” Her voice trailed off as she turned back to my cock and hungrily sucked all of me into her mouth, her cheeks pulled inward with light suction as I felt the head slide past her epiglottis and into the dark caverns of her throat.
She was silently begging me to let her cum. The way she sucked. Her whole body moved, her hips rocked back and forth, not only increasing the sensation on my cock that shot through my body, but also increased her arousal and need. Looking down at her, I loved watching her suck me off. Some of it was the taboo nature of it. Some of it was the fact that she was my slave. Most of it was because I loved her and I knew she loved me. Today we would find out the limits of her love.
I knew I had to have to her stop soon; else I would shoot my load into her mouth. I had other plans for her; I didn’t want to cum too quickly. Reaching out I grabbed a fistful of her long black hair and she gasped in fear and surprise I lifted her five-foot, two-inch frame effortlessly off the carpeted floor. Wordlessly, I stood up, my cock still rock her and watched her as she lifted up to her tip-toes. Her eyes were wide and on me, somewhat fearful and somewhat in anticipation, not knowing what was going to happen next. I stuffed my cock back into my pants.
Without even thinking I looked down and admired the form of her well-shaped calves as she stood up on her toes. Working out, running and the sports helped her keep in shape and I couldn’t help but find her whole body lovely, like a tiny ball of passion waiting to be unleashed. She must have seen me looking, because before I knew it she was looking me brazenly in the eye and stood perfectly still presenting herself to me for inspection and admiration; what a slave she was.
“Does my master like what he sees?” she asked with a coy smile which quickly vanished when she see my blank unamused expression. She remained on her tip-toes but her eyes became downcast and she became silent. Keri bit her bottom lip in anticipation. Silently, I shifted my weight at the maddeningly erotic affect of her biting her lip. Her lips were pouty and full, beautiful to say the least; I would have to remain strong. As her master I would have to make sure I remained strong enough to remain her master.
Slowly, I released her hair and I watched as she started to relax and set the soles of her feet down on the ground. With one look at me she quickly rose back to her toes and gasped in fear of punishment. I merely looked at her though. I would let her stew in her anticipation though; I had no plans to punish her for her indiscretion. I had other plans for Keri.
“What are you?” I asked her in a conversational and quiet tone of voice.
“A slave, master,” she answered meekly, hoping she it was the proper response.
“Who owns you?”
“You do master.”
“What is the one desire of a slave?”
“To please her master.” Her eyes shot to mine, begging that she had answered correctly. I nodded imperceptibly.
“Who is your master?”
“You are, daddy.”
“And what is your desire, slave?” I asked this in a very soft tone of voice; it could have been menacing, playful or passionate. She did not know; she was not meant to know. It was her place to find out. It was my place to decide.
“To please you, master.” I nodded and she relaxed a little, though still up on her toes. She was relieved that she had answered properly.
“Do you know what the position of female submission is?” I asked conversationally.
“N-no, master. I don’t.” I nodded and paused for a moment.
“On your knees.” Without pause she fell to her knees and instinctively spread them wide, baring herself for me to view; as her master that was only right. Her hands fell to her things palm up and her back was straight, slightly bowed which pushed her pert breasts higher. This drove me mad with desire the way she displayed herself. Her chin was high but her eyes were downcast.
“The rest of the position of female submission is to lower your head and cross your wrists above you,” I informed her. “The placing of your wrists together is erotic together but also symbolizes your readiness to have them bound by your captor, or your master. The head bowed shows subservience and acceptance of your position as a slave. I think it would be difficult for any female in that position to feel like anything but a woman.” She squirmed on her heels, rocking lightly in sexual need and arousal.
I paused and looked down at her. “Before you finish placing yourself in your position, I want you to understand something. Once you submit to me, there is no turning back possible for you. You will be owned. You will be slave. You will be my slave to do with as I wish. There will be no deals, no bargaining, nothing less than your absolute slavery. It will be a life given to selfless sacrifice and love for your master. Your soul purpose will be to please me.” I paused, looking down at her, “in all things. I want that clear before you make your choice. And it is your choice alone.”
Keri looked up at me, staring into my eyes without speaking a word. My heart skipped a beat in my chest. When she spoke it was her heart speaking to mine; her soul to mine. “Daddy, I love you more than anything. Ever since mom died, you have been the only guiding force in my life. It’s only been you to take care of me and let me know that I was loved. You’re the only one that has ever cared for me the way I needed to be cared for.”
She dropped her head and brought her arms up, quickly and without hesitation, crossing her delicate wrists over her head. She spoke from her position. “I submit my all to you daddy, to do with as you please. I want nothing but to please you and make you as happy as you make me. You are my master. I want nothing other than to be your complete and absolute slave.”
I leaned down to the table that was next to me and picked up the silver Celtic cross and the thick silver chain that held it. My hands shook slightly. I have not held the necklace since my wife had died; it had been her collar. Knowing my lovely Sarah, she would not have wanted it any other way than for her daughter to wear her collar.
My daughter’s breath caught in her chest when she felt the silver cross being fastened around her neck. “I take you as my slave. I own you,” I said formally. “You are mine.” I stood straight looking down at her; it seemed like she was glowing.
She reached up and touched the silver cross and spoke softly. “Mom’s cross necklace.” Her blue eyes teared up and looked like glass as she looked down at her collar.
I nodded and she looked up at me. “I met your mother when she was sixteen years old. She became my slave when we were both eighteen years old.” I pointed at the collar. “That was her first collar.” I smiled when I saw the startled look on her face. “That’s right, girl. Your mother was a slave also.
“We had talked about training you as a kajira. Your mother and I saw a lot of slave tendencies and wondered about it.” I chuckled. “I talked her out of it though. Looking down at us right now, I don’t think your mother would want anything else than for us to be here as we are now. She knows that we love each other and are devoted to each other.”
Keri smiled up at me. “I love you master. I love you with all my heart.”
