"I want you to know Daddy, that I have given this a lot of thought. The way I should proceed...I've got to say that I was a little surprised at how it's all turned out. Satisfied, but a little surprised."
Simon was standing stock still, like a soldier at attention. Like me he wore a collar around his neck, and like me his hands were tied tight behind his back with nylon cords. Corrie, beautiful, naked, regal moved around him as she spoke, her nails dancing light across his shivering skin. Simon kept his eyes upon the floor, careful not to look at me or at his daughter, but his cock was rigid between his pale legs. Skin so taught and head so swollen that I knew that it must hurt, and even from where I was I could sense his desperation for release.
"When I pictured all this, when I've envisioned it across the years, it was always mom who gave me trouble. She was always the one I imagined offering some token of resistance...you might be my father, but you're still a man. I knew that you'd fall, that you'd be at my mercy the instant there was a chance at a sweet young pussy, daughter or no.
And of course you did...I just never imagined that mom would fall so much harder, so much deeper, and all at once."
As I watched, Corrie let her hand fall, traced the flesh of her father's jutting prick with the heel of her palm. Simon shivered, and he did his best to stifle a moan.
"Yeah. I knew you'd submit...and I envisioned all the ways I'd use you while I went to work on breaking mom. I guess that I was being silly...I should have seen how easy she would be...just like all the others. All the willing, desperate, needy slaves, just dying to submit to someone stronger."
Corrie began to laugh at the thought of it, and she closed her hand around Simon's erection, gently, slowly, began to pump.
"Do you know, it was all I could do to keep from laughing in that hotel room...calling you Sir, allowing you to think that you were in control, that you could ever be the master of someone like me. It's funny to think about it now, isn't it? How big you felt? How strong you imagined yourself to be? Do you feel strong now, Daddy? You don't look strong."
"What did Mom tell you? Afterwards, I mean. I bet she told you it was fine. That she loved you, that she would always see you as a big strong man. I bet she did. I don't doubt that she believed it...but that will not be how it goes Daddy. It's too bad, but staring now she is going to see you in a very different light. Everyone will. Because I cannot stress enough...this is not about you."
It was plain by the look on his face that Simon could barley hear her, that the whole of his attention was focused on that hand that moved upon his flesh, at the ache and the need that must have been overwhelming him. The struggle to hold back in the fae of his excitement. I heard, and I knew that he would have been disturbed.
I saw clearly that Corrie was talking about fulfilling Simon's greatest fear. Reducing him to something weak and pathetic, something small and not worthy of respect. It was not enough to make him into a slave, Simon was already her slave. Putty in her skilled hands. No, she would go further. She was talking about making him her Bitch. If only he could have understood...
As awful as it is to admit it, I felt the most profound excitement listening to Corrie's words. In that moment, with the egg buzzing away in my soaked pussy and the plug stretching my ass, I did not care about anything except going deeper, except losing myself completely in this strange and wonderful world that was in the offing. I did not care that Corrie intended to force me to break the promise I had made to Simon, I did not care about anything at all. I only wanted more.
Corrie looked down and she caught my eye, and I am sure she knew exactly what I was feeling. She laughed and took her hand from Simon's cock.
"No, it's not about you dad. Not about you at all."
Corrie left the room, and for a moment Simon and I were alone. He allowed himself to look at me then, and I saw the beginnings of a smile as he took in my plight. His cock looked painful, his balls swollen to what seemed like twice their ordinary size and I wished I could crawl to him, engulf that rigid shaft with my mouth or take deep into my cunt. To make him cum in any hole that I could offer before whatever was coming next. But of course I was not free. Corrie was too smart for that, and I could only look on helpless and excited, hungry for what was next.
At once Corrie had returned, and she carried the box with her. The same box we had in Hilton Head, the box of toys and restraints and all the things I had not seen and could only guess at. She set it down upon the couch, and she reached in with both of her hands. Emerged just a second later with something silver bourn upon her palms. I could see it glinting in the rays of the sunlight through the windows, but from my angle on the floor I could get no sense of what it was. Simon could see it better, though it was clear he was not allowing himself to look directly as Corrie approached. All the same his white skin at once went from red to a deathly shade of pale.
Corrie stood between us, I could see her movements reflected through elbows and shoulders. I heard the jangle of something metal and I heard clearly when Simon gasped and then we he began to moan. An awful sound of pure despair. Of oblivion at last acknowledged. There was a sharp metallic snap and then Corrie spoke again.
"This is all you will ever be Daddy. Helpless and pathetic...not even a man. I am going to make you into something else."
At once Simon began to sob and Corrie stepped aside so that I could see clearly what she had done. The silver thing that I had seen was a kind of cage and Corrie had forced it down painfully over her father's throbbing prick. She had forced a small metal ring up over his heavy balls and locked them together with a thick sturdy padlock. I had never actually seen such a device but knew at once that it was a chastity cage and that it could only be opened with a key.
I don't know why, but looking at my husband sobbing, his proud cock trapped in that heavy cage, completely helpless and completely hopeless of release brought me to the very edge of orgasm, and I found myself crying out around my gag. The sight was almost to intense to look upon, and at the same time I could not force myself to look away.
"Get on your knees, Bitch." Corrie commanded.
Simon began to speak, to plead. It was not feigned, there were huge tears streaming down his face, but Corrie's hand flashed out and she slapped him hard across the cheek. She did not repeat herself, she did not need to. Simon, his cheek reddened by her palm, only sobbed more as he sank to his knees.
"Lower your head. Put your chin to the carpet Daddy. I want you staring into Mom's eyes."
When Simon obeyed, it put our heads about a foot apart across the carpet. I could see every huge tear that rolled from his blue eyes. I could hear every single whimper on his ragged breath. I could also look up and see Corrie beyond him, framed in sunlight above his upturned ass. She held a large black dildo in her hands. She was applying lubricant to that thick ridged shaft, and I had no doubt about what was coming next.
To be continued.
