Careful What You Wish For Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

Careful What You Wish For Pt. 03

... heart race. "Keep this up and you'll start to earn privileges that only my best submissives get."

The way he worded that made me wonder just how many people this man had serving him. Regardless, I knew I wanted to be one of them. I was desperate to please this man. He held his hand out expectantly and looked directly at the collar I was wearing. I took hold of the leash and placed it in his open palm. He patted my head and took hold of it.

He then rose to his feet and said, "Come. I'm gonna give you a tour of the house." Then he began to walk away leading me by the leash. I played along and started to crawl behind him on my hands and knees. It was clear to me that this was why he had selected the collar. Acting like his dog was humiliating and made me feel very weird. I wasn't sure this was something I was into, but my desire to please Daddy was stronger than my discomfort. This was nothing compared to the assault my throat went through the night before.

He led me out of the room and into his upstairs hallway. I was noticing more and more impressive things on the walls. Fine art, tribal masks, shelves with various artifacts atop them, and more. It was clear that Daddy was a well traveled and rich man. I wondered if his dominant side was a product of this kind of life. He wanted things the way he liked whenever he wanted.

Pointing to the powder blue door right next to his own room he said, "This is Angel's room. He has been serving me for a few years now. You ...

... should strive to be like him."

I was a little stunned at the fact that Angel apparently lived with Daddy. Was this one of the "privileges" that he had mentioned earlier? Was that something I wanted? I liked my home decently enough, but it was a hole in the wall compared to this house.

Without missing a beat we continued walking down the hall. The next room had an all black door. We stopped again and Daddy informed me that this room belonged to a submissive named Crystal. Apparently he was also Daddy's personal assistant and so he was out on a business trip at the moment. The next door was plain white like Daddy's room but I was told that I didn't need to know what was in there just yet. The last door in the hall was painted in rainbow colors. It was drastically different from the others in the house. We stopped in front of the door and Daddy put his palm on my head.

"This room belongs to Bell. He's a bit of a free spirit which can get him in trouble from time to time. He's being punished right now in fact." As he spoke he placed his hand on the knob and slowly opened the door.

Inside the room was filled with plush stuffed animals and pretty furniture. There was a bed with lacey sheets and a big pink blanket on top. The most pressing thing in the room however was Bell himself. He was on his back with both his hands and feet tied to the bed posts. A whirring machine was placed between his legs and I could see a large purple dildo aggressively pumping in and out of his ...