Chapter 1: Young Catherine

What can I say. My husband owns me. Uses me. Shares me with other men, and I love it.

A little about how I became his sex slave. I grew up living within a very restrictive home life. My father was a Baptist minister in a small Southern town. My mother, brothers, sister, and I were all subjected to Father’s strict rules. No make up. No dancing. We girls weren’t allowed to date until our senior year of high school, and even then we had to be home no later than ten o’clock. My brothers were allowed to date as soon as they entered high school, of course. Father was much stricter on my sister and me than he was on my brothers. And as for clothing, we had to wear baggy dresses, always, and anything father thought was even remotely sexy was not allowed. Then the event that changed my life happened.

I was in the room I shared with my sister. Alone. She was at a girlfriend’s or something, and thinking I was home alone, I was lying on my bed, naked, playing with myself. I think I was maybe 14 and I’d been rubbing my pussy for a few years by then. Anyway, that day that’s what I was doing, fantasizing about seeing my brother naked, seeing his naked cock, as I’d done the day before when he walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist that came undone and fell to the floor. It looked to me like he must have been playing with himself, too, because his little cock was long and thick and way bigger than it should have been. So I was lying there on my bed, my legs spread, one finger inside my pussy and the other hand rubbing my clit ... and Father walked in.

“CATHERINE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!!” Father screamed, furious.

I jumped, and tried to cover myself but couldn’t because I was lying on top of the blankets. My pussy was wet, and when Father walked over to the bed, glaring down at my naked body, instead of stopping something inside me took over and I finished rubbing myself as Father stared down at me.

“AHHHHH!” I groaned, my orgasm pounding my body as Father watched me coming.

Then I saw it. Something in the crotch of his pants moved, and I knew it had to be Father’s cock. He saw me staring at it, and I think when he realized I’d seen him getting hard he yelled, “You will receive your punishment tonight, catherine. Now put your clothes on and don’t ever touch yourself like that again! Do you understand?”

“Yes, Father,” I whispered. Then he turned and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

I lay there for a moment, stunned at what had just happened. I was still hot, and when I recalled how Father had looked down at me as I was having my orgasm I touched myself again, and instantly had another orgasm before I got up and put my clothes on. I began to wonder what Father meant when he said I would receive my punishment that night.