Daddy hadn't dressed for work; he was still in his robe and pajamas. So it didn't surprise Jenny when he said, "You're going to stay home from school with me today, so we can talk about this. Tammy, you need to get going to school."
"Awww..." she pouted, but then grinned. "Well I'm asking Jenny all about it when I get home!"
"That's fine," he agreed, and Tammy went on her way. Daddy went back into to his bedroom and he returned now with a box of stuff. Putting the box on the end table, he sat in his easy chair and invited Jenny to come sit in his lap.
"So, you'll do absolutely anything I ask you to do, no matter what it is. That's what you said."
"Yes Daddy."
"For as long as I want?"
"Yes Daddy."
"Even if it's something dirty?"
Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "Yes Daddy."
"Good girl." He smiled and she felt a little hardness in his lap, which thrilled her.
"Did you know what your Mommy and I did when you two were in bed?"
Jenny shook her head. He smiled and nodded. "Of course not. Well, it's like this. Your Mommy wasn't my wife, Jenny. We never got married. In fact, she wasn't even my girlfriend. She was my slave."
Her eyes grew wide. "You mean you played BDSM stuff?"
He chuckled. "We weren't playing. Your mother as a real life slave. Her husband got tired of her after he broke her and sold her to me for five thousand dollars. I bred her for a while, then after I got tired of her I sold her to someone else. Actually made about five hundred on her.”
Daddy took a collar from the box and fit it around her neck. She was so surprised at what he had just told her she didn't really even think about it at first. Or the other things in the box. She asked, "But didn't you love her?"
"No. And she didn't love me either. She just loved being a slave. That's probably why I got tired of her." He finished fastening the collar, then slipped a little padlock onto it and snapped it shut. He picked up a wrist cuff and started fitting it onto her. She watched the process with fascination, as the buckle went into place and the padlock went on. She saw how it couldn't be removed with the padlock on. She continued to watch until the other wrist cuff was locked.
"That's why I'm pleased to take a slave now who I do love. Take your pantyhose off, girl. Panties also."
She bit her lip, then raised her butt so she could slid them off. Once her legs were bare, he began putting ankle cuffs on her.
"I think it would be much better if a slave loves her owner. Don't you?" He locked the first one and began fitting the other.
"Yes, Daddy," she answered.
"I want a slave who loves me. Do you love me?" He tightened the cuff and picked up the last lock.
"Yes, Daddy," she smiled. "I love you."
He closed the lock. “Good, because now you know the truth. You’ve always been my slave, so you should love doing whatever I command."
"Yes, Daddy!"
He slapped her, shocking her to her core. Tears started welling up in her wide eyes.
"I own you. You are my slave. You will address me as Sir from now on."
Her lips trembled. "Yes, Sir."
"Remove your shirt and bra, slut."
She wiggled out of the tight tee, then undid her bra and slipped out of it. Happily, she waited as he inspected her lovely tits. He massaged them with a strong hand, taking time to examine her little nips.
"This is going to hurt, girl. Don't make even a peep while I do it."
Her eyes almost popped out as he took out a couple evil looking tools. As she watched, he carefully swabbed them and her nipples down with rubbing alcohol.
Then he clamped one of the tools onto her nipple. She let out a little moan, and he said, "Silence!" He picked up a sharp looking tool and drove it right through her nipple.
Tears streamed down her face as he worked, but she willed herself to stay silent like he wanted. Quickly, he forced a stainless steel ring through her nipple and clamped it closed. Then he released the nipple and did the other. The metal pushing through her nipple felt as thick as a pencil. Under her butt, she could feel Daddy's cock growing hard. She was sobbing quietly by the time he was done.
"Remove your navel jewelry. I have something new for it."
She carefully unscrewed the little bar. When she was done he gave her a new one. It had a dangle with "SLUT" spelled out in white crystals. She put it on.
"So, slut, I'll bet you've sucked plenty of cock before, haven't you?"
"I... well..." she was panicking. Should she tell him or not? Which would be better?
"Don't try to lie, girl," he growled in warning. "I know what kind of a slut you are. You love sucking cock. Show me how much you've learned."
She climbed out of his lap and knelt down in front of him, then undid the sash of his robe, revealing his big cock standing ready for her. He stopped her and said, "First get rid of the skirt. From now on you only wear clothes when I give you permission."
She stood, obediently slipped out of the skirt, then knelt down and took Daddy's cock into her mouth. It was the biggest one she'd ever seen and she couldn't get all of it in, but it was the most wonderful feeling she could imagine at that moment. With a joyful feeling spreading through her, she began pumping and sucking, slipping off once in a while to lick his balls, then taking it back in to suck more. He caressed his hair as she worked.
"Hm. You're doing well, but you have a lot to learn. Perhaps I should have you trained."
Since she had no idea what that meant, she just kept working. Eventually he grabbed her hair and filled her mouth full of warm liquid. She was about to spit it out when he grunted, "Swallow."
She obeyed him, her eyes shining up at him as she waited to learn if she had done okay. He caressed her cheek as he recovered, smiling at her and nodded. "Good. You've got real potential. You have the ability to be a quality slave girl."
Her heart warmed with his words. He added, "I am no longer your Daddy. I own you and you think of me as Sir. The other girl in this house is no longer your sister. Until the time comes that she learns she is also my slave, she is Sir's daughter. You are to address her as Young Mistress. Is that understood?"
"Yes, SIr. I understand," she answered with obedient pleasure and he patted her head. She thought other girls would be upset if their fathers said they were born to be slaves, but it warmed her heart to know he had always been planning to give this new life to her.
He made her clean the house while he worked in his home office, then had her make him some lunch. Her heart was singing the entire time, thinking about how wonderful her life had just become. Later, he informed her that she would...
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