Bride Submission: A Big Surprise - Sex Stories

Bride Submission: A Big Surprise

... desperate look, but when his stern facial expression didn't change, I, hands trembling, obeyed, as I unclasped my bra and tugged down my panties…even though I didn’t know why I was obeying. “Good girl,” he purred, like he used to when I was a child...making me suddenly feel obedient and desperate to get more of his attention. Mr. Wolfe continued, as I turned to him, “Brittany, it is time you understood your place. Your dad and your fiancé both did not do their job in preparing you for your role in the Order of Syndom.” “My role?” I scoffed, his words sounding absurd. I noticed that Bradley, Bart and Amber where also in the room now. “Yes, the social hierarchy of the Order of Syndom is very clear and not negotiable. As it has been throughout history, the man is at the top of the family hierarchy and the woman naturally is below him,” he explained. “How 1950s,” I quipped. He sighed, “Your father should have disciplined you back when you were young...as sometimes women, like you, think they can buck a centuries old system of power and submission. Plus, let's be honest, you dress the role of a feminist, you work the role of feminist, but truthfully you are a submissive underneath your facade of pretentiousness.” “Excuse me?” I asked, pissed at having my character questioned. “Brad, what is your bride-to-be like in the bedroom?” Mr. Wolfe asked, looking at his son. Bradley, instantly broke eye contact with me, and answered sheepishly, “She is submissive.” “Does she call you ...

... Master?” He asked. “Yes,” Bradley admitted. “Bradley!” I gasped, shocked that he told his father intimate details of what happened in the bedroom. “What names do you call her in the bedroom?” My dad asked joining the conversation. “The usual,” Bradley answered, thankfully not going into the details. “Like what?” Dad asked. “Dad, this is inappropriate,” I protested, although we had long crossed the line of inappropriateness. “It's therapeutic,” he said soothingly, sitting back down. “Now sit on my lap.” “But you're naked,” I pointed out. His cock was still completely stiff. “Now!” He ordered. “Everything will soon make sense.” His tone startling me, I obeyed again, convincing myself I was doing it reluctantly, even though obeying Dad was something I had always felt compelled to do. I sat on his lap, his cock poking my thigh. “So Brad, what names do you call my daughter?” “Slut, bitch, cum bucket, pet, slave,” he listed, each one both causing me shame and excitement at the same time…the same contrasting feelings of shame and excitement that always caused my best orgasms. “Do you like those names, my dear?” Dad asked me gently. “In the right situation,” I whispered, embarrassed. “That is natural,” Dad comforted. “In public you are a working woman and in charge and demand respect, but in the bedroom you want to let go and be told what to do.” I couldn't believe how well Dad knew me. I nodded slightly in agreement, his stiff cock causing me distractions. My cunt was indisputably wet and ...