Two days into Renee's sabbatical, I decided to go on a date night. Luckily for me, there was an event night scheduled at the club. I had told Renee this morning about our date but instructed her to wait downstairs in her 'new room' till I retrieved her for the night. We were meant to leave in about an hour. I had already dressed and was making my way to the dungeon. Renee was relaxing on the sofa, playing on her phone. She didn't hear me when I entered the room, so I had to call her attention to me. Upon hearing my voice, she immediately dropped her phone, slid off the couch, and dropped into the 'ready to please' pose.
I walked up to her, so in love with her and the devotion she showed to our lives. Renee seemed to be thriving in this new change. I expected an adjustment phase with, at minimum, minor struggles. She melted into the strict regime like she had anticipated it her whole life.
Yesterday afternoon, I took her out to the backyard. As I promised, I went ahead and collected all of her panties. I even made her get all of them for me, then conducted my own sweep to ensure she had found all of them. She even remembered to grab the pairs that were waiting to be washed in the hamper.
I tied her to the steel post in our backyard that was installed for the clothesline. Then, outside, in the nude, tied to a metal post, she witnessed all her underpants turn to ash. I sat beside her, watching the flames dancing, the roasted pieces of cloth jumping out of the flame, and the smoke spiraling toward the sky. I distinctly remember looking over at Renee, who was also watching, and expecting to see her stoic. Instead, she had the faintest smile playing on her lips. I was so in love with her at that moment that I fucked her, still tied up on that post.
I walked up to Renee on her knees and touched her head gently. As she had been taught, she kept her eyes fixated on my crotch. I still wasn't used to Renee wearing her uniform, so every time I saw her, I took the time to enjoy the view. I had purchased her a jet-black body suit. There were no decorative features on the suit; it was simply a black suit with an open crotch and open chest. After fucking her on the lawn and putting out the panties' fire. I untied Renee and slid her uniform on for the first time. I ordered her to prostrate herself to me. I enlightened her on the expectations of the uniform.
"This is your fundamental uniform as you enter your fuck doll training. You will wear this every day. You can choose to wear either your uniform or nothing to bed." I walked around her like a hawk, waiting to swoop to catch prey. I paused behind her, watching as some of the cum that I had shot into her pussy dribbled out onto the green grass.
"As you meet my expectations and please me, you will earn more uniforms." I put my foot gently on her back as a show of power over her. "Displease me; you will be punished by being stripped of your uniform and identity."
I turned my head to the manikins I had placed in the room. They were brought into her new room as reminders of what Renee's choices could result in. One was a new bodysuit for good behavior -- a swimsuit style with lace decoration on the shoulders and neckline, still crotchless and open chest. The second manikin promised what would happen if she did not meet my expectations. It was a latex hood with no holes for the eyes or mouth, only small nose holes for breathing. I also added a heavy, thick steel collar.
I walked over to the body suit manikin. Renee tracked my movements, moving her head to follow me. I gently touched the lace, handing off the shoulder of the suit.
"This is your second chance to earn some points towards this new suit," I promised her. Renee's eyes were hungry to prove her worth to me. The first opportunity she had taken with abject enthusiasm.
After watching me burn her panties, getting fucked on the lawn, and being redressed in her new uniform, I challenged Renee.
"In this house, we now have a hierarchy. You are at the bottom. You are the household fuck doll, but you can say no at any time with your safe words. Do you understand this, Renee?"
"Yes, Master, I fully understand and am willing to live my life as your fuck doll."
"Will you be only my fuck doll, though?" She was so cute the way she almost moved out of position to look at me but caught herself.
"What do you mean, Master?"
"I did not inform your father of this household change. I give my permission for him to have access to you as I do. It is your choice to invite him to enjoy this permission. Regardless of if you invite him, I expect you to respect him and call him sir in the house from now on."
"Invite him, Master?"
"Your father is still home, I believe. It will please me greatly if you explain your new position in the house to him before he leaves for work. It is your decision whether or not to invite him to exercise the permission I have given him to enjoy your slut body. Look at me, Renee." She picked her head up, and I grabbed her chin. "Understand what I am saying? He has permission to use my fuck doll, but I am granting you the privilege of deciding when he will know." She looked up at me with love swirling in her eyes.
My aggressive tone wasn't fooling her. I was giving Renee the power to decide how our life progressed from here. She could choose if she wanted to involve her father, and I wouldn't force it on her. I was discretely giving her freedom that we had just agreed she no longer had. Renee held my wrist so she could turn her head to kiss my palm.
"Thank you, Master. May we go inside?" I nodded, and we stood up. I followed Renee to the house. She opened the door and allowed me to walk into the house first. Seeing Curt sitting at the breakfast island sipping his morning coffee, I smirked.
"You two are at it early this morning." He commented teasingly.
"Yes, Sir, Master was inducting me as his fuck doll," Renee replied, kneeling in front of her father sitting on the stool. "Thank you, sir, for allowing this slut to reside in your home so that she may care for her Master." Curt glanced at me, uncertainty written on his face. "As Master's fuck doll, I will be abandoning the room upstairs to begin living in the basement so that I may better serve my Master. I will keep your home to your and Master's liking. If I make a mistake, please punish me. I am here to serve Master, and he has also instructed me to serve you. Please, sir, feel free to use me whenever you have need."
"Dad..." Curt looked at me, entirely out of his depth in this situation.
"Everything she said is true. Renee and I have agreed to reduce her existence to that of a fuck doll. She belongs to me, but seeing as this is your house, it only seems fair that you can enjoy her." I walked up to put a gentle hand on Renee's head. Curt's phone started to ring. Renee and I chuckled as he angrily went to answer it, but not before saying, "Damn it, of course, I get interrupted by work."
