chattelprod:It felt bizarre for her to walk, she had been so used to staring at the floor, piling
chattelprod: It felt bizarre for her to walk, she had been so used to staring at the floor, piling up Daddy’s laundry with her teeth, sinking them into something rubbery or embarrassing whenever she didn’t have chores. She expected the firm kick of his boot or warm lash of the stick every time her heels clicked against it, such a familiar surface made strange, it made her uneasy, and Daddy sensed it. “It’ll be fine slave. It’s just been windy lately and you know how I like to show you off, don’t you?” He brushed her hair from her face, kissing her cheeks and her neck as she uttered muffled squeals and moans into her gag, he put his index finger through the large lock guarding her cunt and pulled her towards him.. “Thats a good girl.” He stated, as his teeth pierced her earlobe. He yanked the lock playfully and grinned as he looked deep into her eyes, her big, watery, craving, eyes. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been allowed to cum. She couldn’t remember the last time something larger than a few fingers had been in her ‘proper’ cunt. Daddy and his friends liked her ass and mouth better, they said each hole was the same, and she was trained, tirelessly, to agree. The sunlight hurt her eyes, she missed her blindfold, she twisted and played with her fingers behind her back as Daddy toyed with her. She felt nervous going out, the chastity belt was far too tight, bulky, her plugs felt the same, her mascara was ruined from when daddy stuffed them in, and he had no intention of letting her fix it. Usually she was allowed to do her own makeup, shackled to the bathroom sink, under supervision, then Daddy would decide what she was going to wear for the day. This was basically the only contact her hands had with her own body, she spent most of her time blindfolded in pretty lingerie, tightly strapped to the bed for Daddy and his friends to use. “You’re beautiful in this pathetic state.” He said, his fingers straying from her chastity belt, and locking her shock collar snugly around her neck. “Yelp for me, slut.” She barked, she felt the shock in every cunt on her body, a single tear escaped her eyes, meeting Daddy’s finger half way down her cheek. He stuck his finger into her mouth, “Open” he commanded, she did. The tear soaked into the already drenched lavender thong he had gagging her, she sucked his finger clean, licked her lips, and shut her mouth. “Good girl.” Her eyes closed involuntarily as he pet her. She whimpered into her gag. She was never allowed to speak when they went out, only smile and nod. Daddy had her fingers pierced some months ago so it would look like she was always nervously fooling with her rings when he took her out, but on closer inspection one could see her pinkies and middle fingers were locked together. This made it impossible for her to keep her skirt from flying up. It was bad enough when Daddy liked to show off her wet little cunt, her bruised ass, the mean tattoos he made her get, but never before had she gone out in the thick leather that hugged her cunt and ass, in chastity, locked. Daddy put the key in her mouth and smacked her face. She swallowed a gulp of her wetness, pressed from her tongue against her gag, against the key, to make sure it stayed where Daddy ordered. He spanked her, and she instictively spread her legs, he attached two bells to the locks of the chastity belt, and told her to keep her thighs squeezed together tight if she didn’t want strangers finding out. “This is how you’re going out from now on slut… That is unless you want to give up your monthly cum and have that little cunt of yours pierced shut.” He firmly pressed her hand in her back, pushing her outside, locking the door behind them. She was only allowed to smile and nod outside. She did. “Oh, so you want to be kept permanently frustrated for Daddy?” She nodded, tearing up. “But you like when me and my friends use those other beautiful holes of yours better, don’t you?” “You like the perpetual agony, the ache, how it tastes so good when you say no, right?” “Lets skip our walk and go straight to the piercing parlor. Aren’t you glad Daddy takes such good care of you?” She nodded, and hobbled into the cab, squirming on his fingertips bruising her pale thighs, sinking her teeth into her gag. Devotional Training. -- source link