Slut Surprise

Dan got in the car to head home. His mind was so flooded with thoughts of what just occurred that he was driving on autopilot. Jolting himself back to reality, he realized he did not even remember actually going this far.

The bright orange sign from the Home Depot on his left caught his attention. Turning into the parking lot, Dan decided a few supplies might be in order. He hurried up the aisles grabbing clothespins, nylon rope, and electrical tape. He thought for a moment about all the things he had seen used on the BDSM websites and then headed for the shelves with the spring clamps. Satisfied with his basket of new toys, he paid for the items and hurried home.

Christine was an only child and Dan had admittedly spoiled her as a child. When she misbehaved, it was normally his wife who had doled out the punishment because he didn't ever want her mad at him. In hindsight, that may have been a mistake. Obviously if he had been stricter with her, she would not be the whore she is today. Well it was not too late, he surmised. He may not have disciplined her as a child, but he was not going to make that mistake twice.

He moved quickly to prepare things once he got home. It was 9:15 and she would be arriving soon. Dan rummaged through the junk drawer until he found a couple of hooks his wife once used for hanging plants from the ceiling. He screwed them into the beams of the ceiling in the den then stepped back to smile at all the possibilities he had just created with those. Glancing at his desk, a picture caught his eye. It was of Christine, her husband Brad and the granddaughters. Did Brad have any idea at all about her? Did she act like a slut with him as well? He put the picture face down on the desk.

At precisely 10:00 the front door opened.

"Daddy? It's me."

"Come into the den, Christine," Dan replied in his most authoritative tone. His cock was already beginning to twitch in his pants.

Christine walked in slowly, head hanging in what appeared to be shame. She was wearing the same tight pants and tube to that made her look like a prostitute. Her make-up had obviously been freshened up, but her hair has a little messy. She visibly shook and Dan liked knowing she was a little scared.

"Come stand in front of me Chrissy," he stressed. She quickly moved to his feet, causing Dan to feel a surge rip through his body. The control was an amazing aphrodisiac! He needed more.

"We need to discuss your behaviour, young lady. Take off your top. I want to see your tits," he instructed.

Chrissy quickly obliged, afraid of the tone in his voice.

They were beautiful tits. At probably a 36C, they had fat little nipples protruding thank to either the cold or the excitement, and they hung slightly. Dan adjusted his cock in his pants. "Now the pants, slut. But leave those heels on."

Again she did not hesitate to do as asked. A little shier about this part of the display, Chrissy covered herself with her hands.

"Why hide it, Chrissy? I've already fucked it! Now move your hands behind your back!"

Dan stood up and reached for the rope. He smiled as he heard his daughter inhale deeply, relishing in his absolute power. Taking one wrist, he wrapped the rope around it, then moved to the other. All the while, he talked to her. "You've been a very bad girl, Chrissy."

She barely whispered, "I know, Daddy."

"It is apparent you need to be properly punished. I may have failed in that area when you were young," he explained as he stretched her arms up to the ceiling to attach the rope to the hooks, "but I will not fail now. You wanted to be a slut for Daddy and from now on you will be."

Chrissy had to stand on her toes to keep her balance, her back naturally arching in an attempt to stop the swinging motion. Her pussy juices started seeping down her inner thighs and she blushed at her body's reaction.

Dan stood back to admire his handy work. His daughter looked absolutely ravishing like that. Any thoughts of guilt about abusing and using his daughter were long gone. This was what she had been fantasizing about after all.

His hands roamed over her body. He couldn't wait to hurt her and smacked her ass without warning. It jiggled slightly, much to his amusement, so he smacked it again. Her whimpers were like music. Walking around the front of her, he reached for her nipples. Dan gripped them tight and pulled, causing her entire body to swing forward and a cry to escape from her lips.

"Now listen you little cunt. You have been very bad! Imagine fucking another man when you are married! You need to pay for that. What kind of father would I be if I did not discipline you for your nasty slutiness?" he asked her. "If you needed to have a Daddy use your whore ass, you should have come to me, not some stranger. Do you understand?"

His hands were still assaulting her nipples. It was such an exquisite pain. "You're right, Daddy. I was wrong. I deserve to be punished."

Dan started slapping her tits. First the left, then the right. One after the other. Over and over again. As the redness grew and her crying got louder, his cock got harder. The power. He must always have the power.

He stopped as suddenly as he had started, only to continue the assault on her pussy. The fact that she was so wet only made her naked cunt sting more. Dan looked into her eyes and knew. She was his. Always would be.

Unfastening the ropes, Dan caught her as she slumped into him arms. "Do you understand why Daddy had to do that, Chrissy? It's because I love you and if you need to be someone's owned cunt, it will be as mine. Am I being clear?"

Chrissy closed her eyes. She had dreamed of being her Daddy's fucktoy since she was a teenager. Her body ached the most delightful ache. She smiled up at her father as he sat her in a chair. "Thank you, Daddy."

Dan knew if his cock did not receive some relief soon he would go mad. Slipping the loose end of the rope around the arms of the chair, he bound her wrists tightly. The electrical tape was wound around each ankle and to the chair legs, leaving her gaping pussy hanging open. He carefully attached three clothespins to each cunt lip then ran his fingers over them just to watch her squirm. Finally he picked up the spring clamps and swung one from each nipple. They pulled her tits down and made her whimper. Dan realized that there could be no sexier sound than that made by his daughter when he abused her slut body.

Chrissy wanted to beg him to stop. She wanted to tell him that the pins and clamps hurt too much, but she didn't. She knew that she deserved this and even wanted it. She knew she was a subslut and wanted to be his piece of fuckmeat. It was all she had ever wanted.

"It's time for me to feel that mouth again, cunt," Dan said as he grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked her head back. As soon as her mouth opened, he shoved his cock in and began fucking her mouth. Damn, it was like velvet in there and when she finally caught her breath and started sucking him, he had to make a mental note to refrain from filling his little girl's mouth with cum too soon.

He continued to bellow at her as his hips thrust his dick into Chrissy. "Show Daddy what a good cocksucker you are. You live for sucking cock, don't you? You're nothing but a cumdump for me right now, you fucking whore."

His words were ringing in her ears. Chrissy wanted him to be proud of her. She wanted him to see what a good girl she could be. She looked up at him and sucked harder as his cock banged into her throat.

Dan knew this would be happening on a regular basis. He had every intention of owning this whore in every way imaginable. Reaching down, he smacked the sides of her tits. The swinging clamps stretched and pulled her nipples and Chrissy screamed on his cock.

That was all it took. The vibrations from her throat on the head of his cock gave Dan no choice but to cum. He shot a taste in her mouth, then pulled out and sprayed her face with his thick white cream.

He stood back and admired his handiwork. What a sight she was. Some of the cum had dripped off her face and onto her tits. Dan realized that this set-up needed to be permanent. He did not want Chrissy to be somewhere else when he wanted access to her fuckholes. He wanted to be able to hurt her when he felt like it, tie her up and make her perform the nastiest of acts.

Looking over at her panting and licking cum from her lips, Dan surmised there was only one thing her could do. As he walked to the desk and picked up the phone, he saw absolute fear in Chrissy's eyes. He didn't care. This was how it had to be.

"Hello Brad. It's Don here. I'm very well, thank you. Listen, there is something I need to discuss with you in regards to Christine. Do you think you could come over here right away? Yes, it is very important. Great. I'll see you in 15 minutes then. Bye for now."

Don looked over to see Christine crying. "Don't worry, cunt. Daddy is going to make sure that we are always together and you are always free to be the slut you are. Wait here. I'll be back when Brad arrives." Obviously, she had no choice but to wait due to her current state of bondage.

Chrissy sat silently. She knew there was nothing she could do now.

Don left the room but glanced back at her. Chrissy sat there bound, pinned, clamped, taped and covered in cum. She was beautiful. He only hoped Brad would be just as pleased when he saw her.