"As long as Renee is, then I am," I told him honestly. "Go, have fun, boy." I dismissed him. If he stayed here any longer, he would lose his nerve. Curt hurried out of the room to join Renee downstairs.
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DOWNSTAIRS
~
Every time I came down to the playroom, I couldn't help but feel like a pampered princess. My father had taken our basement family room and turned it into a paradise for Grandpa and me. The room was painted a sultry red. The furniture, including a large coffee table, two chairs, and a couch, was high-end brown leather and wood. A pair of white sheets were always on the bed; the frame was black, causing the bed to stand out. Sex equipment, like the St. Andrew's cross, sex swing, and the chaise lounge, was also black.
I started preparing the room. The first was to turn on the large-screen television. Next, I set it to play one of my sex tapes. The sounds of me moaning in pleasure while Grandpa cowgirl fucked me echoed through the room. Next, I changed into something more appropriate. I chose a two-piece mesh bikini set.
I knelt on the cold wood of the large coffee table in the room. I took three deep breaths, leaned forward to be in the fetal position, rested my head on the wood, and put my hands behind my back. This is how I would wait for my 'customer,' as Grandpa called it. After all, Dad asked for this so that he wouldn't have to call a
fille de joie
-- translated a girl of pleasure from French.
I used the time waiting to calm my nerves. This would be the second time that Dad and I would be intimate. The first time was under the watchful eyes of Grandpa. Now, it would be just the two of us. Dad was nowhere near as kinky as Grandpa was. I wasn't concerned that he would try to do something I hadn't done with Grandpa. I didn't know what was making me nervous.
My body stiffened hearing the door to the room opening. I could hear the person walking around the room. They were coming closer to me. I knew it was not Grandpa; he would have announced himself. So it had to be Dad. The person stood in front of me. I wanted so badly to look up at them. The person stepped away from me. I could hear them rustling around in one of the toy drawers in the room. I assumed they found what they were looking for when they returned.
My arms were restrained behind me with what felt like leather cuffs. The person grabbed my ponytail and lifted my head. They evened my face with their crotch. I saw a pair of black boxers in front of my face. I briefly peeked up to confirm that it was my father before me. He kept his grip on my hair with one hand and, with his other, moved his boxers down. His cock fell out and pointed at me.
"Suck it," he ordered me. I started to work on his shaft. The video of me and Grandpa was still playing behind me. I looked up and saw that my father was focused on the video rather than me. I loved it. It made me feel like I was but a mere tool for him to get off. I was so turned on.
He must have been enjoying my blowjob because he put both hands on my head to pull me onto him harder. I was going deeper but maintaining an even pace. I was moaning on his cock, adding to the sounds coming from the video that echoed through the room. I could feel my pussy moistening as both of our vigors increased. I could not wait for him to fuck me. He started bobbing me on his cock with speed. This was a sure sign that he would soon be shooting his seed down my throat. My assumption was correct as he held my head on his cock and erupted down my throat with a vicious growl.
After a moment to collect himself, Dad pulled me to my feet. He stood behind me. He held him close with one hand on my throat and the other down my body. I felt his fingers start to explore how wet my cunt was.
"You're so turned on, you little slut." He told me as if I wasn't already aware. He rubbed my slit, paying particular attention to my clit. Then, he gently kicked at my leg, telling me to lift my foot onto the coffee table so I was spread wider for him to play with. I did as I was told. I threw my head back, enjoying how he started to grind against me. I was eager for his cock, and he didn't make me wait long.
He turned us, so I was bent over the coffee table. He held the chain that kept the cuffs together and pulled my arms back so I was bent at the waist over the table at a ninety-degree angle. I spread my legs wide to support myself. He slid into me slowly and kept an even pace fucking me. I moaned and thanked him for using me. Now, the sounds of our skin slapping paralleled the ones from the television.
My father seemed to want to make the night last because he pulled away from me. He ordered me to lie on my back on the table. He moved away to get something, and I did what he told me. The anticipation built as I laid on the wood, looking up at the ceiling. I gasped, feeling first a butt plug, then a rubber cock slide into my holes. My father stood at the side of the table. He told me to pleasure his cock.
I rubbed his cock while he fucked me with the rubber phallus. For the first time since we started, our eyes met. My Dad had a confident smirk on his face. His confidence made me blush. Then, I decided to give him something to watch. I moaned and licked my lips, showing him how much I enjoyed his attention on my body. I begged him for more.
He walked around me to use my cunt again. While fucking me, he twisted my nipples between his fingers. I reached down to rub my clit. I would never dare do this with Grandpa, but I wasn't with him now. When Dad caught me rubbing myself, he called me a naughty girl and pulled me up to my feet.
He smashed his lips against me and started backing me up until I felt the St. Andrew's cross behind me. I was impressed by his ability to tie me to the cross swiftly. He reached for the horse crop that was always stored by the cross. Dad used the crop like a toy. His hits to my tits and pussy were playful. Dad hit my pussy a few times, then rubbed me with his hand. He kissed me while he pleasured me. His fingers rubbed me fast, and he jammed two fingers into me. I thought he would make me cum. Instead, he slapped my pussy and stopped.
The cross had a hinge that allowed him to turn me around without untying me. It felt weird being swung around to the wall so quickly. Dad was ready for another round, and he shoved into me. I instinctively struggled against my bonds. It was a fantastic angle to get fucked in.
"Fuck yes! That's amazing!" I told him. He fucked me harder and faster.
"This pussy is so good." Dad groaned into my neck. I would have wanted to cum on the cross, but Dad had other plans. He untied me again and pushed me to the floor. He sat on the leather couches and told me to suck him off again. While I was servicing him, Dad reached over me to pull out the butt plug.
"I have not fucked an ass in ages." He sounded like he was mostly talking to himself.
"Please, sir, my ass is at your service," I told him. He called me up into his lap. He made me straddle him reverse cowgirl. I moaned as I sunk his cock into my ass. I pounded my ass. Dad reached around me to rub my clit while I fucked myself. It felt amazing. I wanted to cum so badly.
Dad came first in my ass. He shoved into me and unloaded. I moaned, feeling his hot seed spurt into my waiting hole.
"You're a fucking whore." My dad whispered in my ear.
"Yes, I am, sir. Thank you for using me." I spoke in a dream-like state. I prayed he wouldn't leave me this aroused and not finish the job. Seeming to read my mind, my Dad kissed my cheek.
"I'm a customer; I don't really care if the slut I bought gets off." There was a playful tone in his voice. It told me that this was Grandpa's idea. I had a feeling he would be down shortly to "punish" me for my "infidelity." Breaking character for a moment, my dad kissed me.
"I love you so much, Renee."
"I love you too, Dad." I smiled at him. He gave me one more brief kiss and then put me on the couch beside him. He said to wait where I was, confirming that my Master would be down shortly.
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UPSTAIRS
~
Curt came back up from the playroom with a glow about him. I couldn't help but chuckle, thinking about what kind of fun he had. I intended to give Renee a proper interrogation to learn all about what they had gotten up to.
"She's all yours, Dad," Curt smirked at me, seeing me in the living room.
"She was always mine." I reminded him. He shook his head and walked upstairs, probably to take a shower. I got up to see how my charge was. As I approached the playroom, I heard the sounds of one of our sex tapes playing loudly. I smiled, thinking of how turned on she must be hearing the video playing while waiting for me. I had told Curt not to get her off so I could play with her after he was done.
I found Renee sitting on the leather couches. She was sitting very ladylike with her legs closed. Though the fact that she was naked, and fixated on the sex tape playing, gave her away as the slutty whore I had trained her to be. She looked over at me, noticing that I had entered the room. I didn't say a word as I nodded back to the screen. She understood my silent order, telling her to continue watching while I prepared for her. My good girl went further by leaning back on the couch and putting her heels on the seat, making sure her legs were wide apart to show me her soaked slit. She kept her hands away from her body and her eyes fixed on the video.
I walked behind the couches to the storage dresser. As I passed Renee, I rewarded her with a kiss on her head. I picked up two items from the storage drawer. I walked back behind Renee. She knew where I was in the room but remained focused on the video. I passed the gag that I had taken over her face. She obediently opened her mouth to accept the small phallic dildo attached to the panel gag harness. I secured the four buckles to her gag. One behind her head, one around her neck, and two to secure the V-shaped strap across the top of her head. The leather gag had been specially made to fit Renee just right.
I leaned over the back of the couch and showed Renee the coin I brought. Another fun piece to my collection that my wife had gotten me as a wedding anniversary gift. One side had Katherine naked and kneeling. Below her, the word "pleasure" was printed into the metal. On the other side was the image of a flogger and the word "pain." Renee held up her hands to take the coin from me. I stayed leaning over her as she flicked the coin into the air with her thumb, caught it, and revealed what side of the coin was face up. I smiled, seeing the image of the flogger.
"I'll put on something more appropriate for you to watch then." I kissed her neck. I stepped around to the television to switch out the video. When I turned back to Renee after finishing, she made my cock jump. She hadn't moved from her position, but that turned me on.
"Do you need a douche or an enema?" I asked Renee. With the gag, she couldn't answer me, which was what made questioning her fun. She had to get creative to communicate with me. Renee did not disappoint. It amazed me how Renee could always find ways to remind me that she was the sexiest woman in my eyes. Renee slid out of her seat to her knees, then, with cat-like elegance, turned around. She bent forward and reached behind her to spread her cheeks. I smirked, seeing the slightest amount of cum dribbling from her ass.
"Follow me," I ordered her. Curt had enough forethought to install a bathroom in this den of inequity. Renee followed me in, and I ordered her to the shower stall. Curt had spared no expense in the renovation of the playroom. The bathroom was no exception to this. A waterfall-style shower was installed, and additional water faucets were added for any apparatus I needed to attach. There was a separate jacuzzi in the corner of the room for relaxation.
I retrieved the ribbed silicone enema shower head from a toy cabinet in the bathroom. Rene knelt in the center of the shower, watching me attach the head to the metal chord that hung from the shower wall. I looked down at her as I gave the final attachment twists. Renee knew the routine and presented herself for the procedure. She put her face against the tile of the bathroom floor with her ass in the air, then reached back to open her cheeks to me. I rubbed the silicone tip against her pussy, choosing to lubricate it the more humiliating way. Renee was still as I inserted the nozzle into her waiting hole.
I turned on the water but did not yet open the valve to the device. The enema spigot was forked so I could always test the water pressure and temperature before allowing it to go into my slave. When the settings were to my liking, I closed one valve and opened the other. Renee gagged from behind the gag when the water started to fill her.
I set a timer that I left on the sink opposite the shower. I set it for ten minutes and put it on the floor so Renee could easily watch the time passing. With everything set to my liking, I returned to the playroom to retrieve more play items. I could see the faintest amount of trepidation from Renee as she saw me return with a cane. Little did she know that in my back pocket was a set of nipple clamps for her as well.
