Daddy's Slave
Chapter 1: Ellie
The rope tightened around her wrists, harsh fibre biting into soft flesh. Her tongue danced restlessly around the ball gag. The first string of drool landed on her nipple, reminding her of the burning sensation created by the clamps. Ellie took a deep breath, emptying herself of all thought and instinct- she was merely a vessel, designed to please.
The vibrator continued its relentless assault, her clit and clamped nipples hardening in response. Ellie moaned into the ballgag, surrendering herself to the pleasure. She had been kept on the razor sharp edge of an orgasm for almost two hours, never permitted the release she so desperately needed. The vibrator pressed into her throbbing clit, threatening an orgasm that would rip her in half.
Ellie moaned again, pulling hard at her restraints; the pain from the rope provided a welcome distraction from the intensity of the pleasure. Ellie focused on the sensation, willing herself not to give in to her desire to cum- not until the two hour alarm sounded. She reminded herself for the umpteenth time that her pleasure was to be earned.
Ellie was exhausted from the training session, covered in sweat with her own wetness dripping down her legs. She stared at the clock in front of her- thirty seconds until she could have it- thirty seconds until she was out of her misery. She sucked on the ball gag, squirmed on the vibrator- there was no turning back now. The vibrator pressed on her clit, and she leaned into the pleasure that she had earned. She saw white and screamed before she fell off the edge.
As she later loosened the noose around her aching wrists, freed her nipples (with a scream of pain at each given how long they'd been clamped), and took off the ballgag, she felt accomplished- two hours of edging was a new record for her. Honing her skills was important to her; she wanted to be the best slave she could be- someday.
She could still feel her heartbeat in her clit as she fell asleep, thinking about how much more fun that would have been at the hands of a Master instead of her own.
Chapter 2: Drew
Good help was hard to find. Drew said an easy goodbye to a leggy brunette, thinking that watching her ass test that short skirt as she walked to her car was the most enjoyable part of his evening. Sure, she was hot, and she called herself a submissive online- but she was one in a seemingly endless string of women who just wanted to have their hair pulled and be manhandled a little.
They knew nothing of Service.
Drew sighed, pouring himself a drink and sitting down to his computer. "Back to the drawing board," he said to no one in particular as he opened the website. He was greeted by pages and pages of kink profiles- something for everyone, except perhaps him. He filtered to women, and to submissives and slaves, and tucked in for a night of scrolling.
He didn't click on many profiles, and he messaged even fewer- he knew what he was looking for, and he didn't want to waste his time or anyone else's. He was happy to put the effort in to find the right match- he knew she would be well worth the wait, and a long wait it had been.
He had necessarily taken a step back from training someone new while raising his daughter Ellie. Not entirely of course- he still had needs- but he was not able to dedicate the time and attention to train the skills that true Service required. Ellie was unexpected to say the least, but Drew loved her dearly; her free spirited ways challenged him to no end, though she had made it to college and he knew she would eventually find her way.
Her mother had, under his hand.
Now that Ellie was away at college, he was looking to find, shape, and train someone to his liking- though the finding was admittedly proving to be a rather tedious exercise. There was no shortage of gorgeous tits and round asses to choose from, but Drew needed more. He read profiles looking for keywords- serve, earn, surrender, own. He settled in to get to work.
Looking back, he would say that it was a fated match; the way that his internet connection slowed as her photos loaded, giving him a few extra seconds to admire her subtle curves. The way that his sought after keywords jumped off the pages of her profile, the way that his cock twitched as he looked at her perfect nipples and how the rope contrasted against her smooth skin.
He would tell himself after he sent the message that he didn't notice the necklace that he'd given her for her high school graduation around her neck, or the birthmark on her hip that she'd had since she was born.
Chapter 3: Ellie
Ellie frowned in the mirror as she surveyed the piles of clothes behind her. She'd easily decided on undergarments- well, really just white lace panties and no bra- but what did one wear over them to meet a potential Master in the park? She could typically put together a killer outfit for any occasion- she had been on more than her fair share of dates and nights on the town- but the butterflies in her stomach were proving to be very distracting.
She settled on a short denim skirt and a little white tank top- and then layered a purple cardigan to make the outfit a little more modest. It wasn't like they were meeting to discuss the weather, but she figured it would be best to leave a few things to the imagination. With a swipe of mascara, a brush through her blonde hair, and a little bit of lip gloss, she was on her way.
The sunshine and mild weather made it a busy day at the park. Ellie nervously checked her phone for the fifth time to ensure she was on her way to the right place- the bench beside the ice cream stand. She was familiar with it, though she elected not to dwell on the fact that it was where her dad had taken her after their college tour. Today's mission was decidedly less wholesome.
Ellie had been searching for a Master since she got to college. College was about broadening her horizons, and while she was confident that her degree in political science would do just that, she had much more to explore. Now that she was away from home, newly 18 in a city where no one knew her, it was time to explore the fantasies that had long lived in her mind.
She'd seen enough porn to know that she was submissive; while she was what her father called a free spirit- his nice way of saying a handful- she ultimately pushed boundaries hoping that someone would put her in her place. She liked it when the men she dated told her how to dress, or held her by the hair when she sucked their cocks- but she craved so much more. She wanted what she saw in porn- to be one of those girls with glassy eyes, thick spit running down their chins, makeup everywhere- moaning because they had no words left to say. She wanted to wholly surrender, to be owned- and to serve. The self-training had started as soon as she got her new (admittedly tiny, crummy apartment)- Ellie was eager to build the skills she would need to earn a Master's attention.
She slowed her walk as she saw the ice cream stand up ahead, seeing that the bench was empty. Grateful for the extra few minutes, she stood under a tree beside the bench and took a few deep breaths to calm her nerves. She looked around at all of the strangers- walking their dogs, stealing a picnic lunch, walking to and from work- and wondered who she had been chatting with for the past few nights.
She had been talking to him for the better part of a week, sharing her wants and desires with an ease that she had yet to experience with a man. She knew he was older, and that he lived a few towns over, near where she'd grown up. He had a fairly gentle demeanour, at least virtually- she was a little worried that he wouldn't be dominant enough. He was knowledgeable, though- that much was clear- and he didn't judge her for her lack of experience. Instead, he made her feel like a blank canvas- someone who just might be worthy of his investment. He asked insightful questions, and honoured her answers by sharing details of his own. They'd had an easy connection so far, like old friends- so when he suggested that they meet in a public park, it seemed like the right next move. She searched the faces of each stranger walking by, wondering if they would be the one she would offer herself to.
Her reverie was interrupted when a familiar voice said, "Ellie."
Ellie turned toward the sound, blinking a few times at the man in front of her. His athletic frame stood taller than her, and his brown hair was echoed in his short beard. It was his dark brown eyes, deep enough to swallow her whole, that made her freeze. "Dad?" she said, trying to cover the surprise in her tone. She quickly calculated that she had to get rid of him before her date showed up. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to meet someone," her dad said casually.
"Oh, great- well, I won't keep you," Ellie said brightly, already turning to walk down the path. She was stopped by a needlessly firm grip on her arm, turning her back into him, closely enough that she could smell his all too familiar soap.
