My Daughter My Pimp
Copyright© 2013 by Von_in_your_Mind
Chapter 22
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 22 - The story of how an older man became the stud for a sorority full of young college coeds.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Consensual Reluctant Slavery BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking Group Sex Harem
I passed on going back to the job site, as it was the Foreman’s deal now; I would be a distraction, with the others wanting to know, read gossip. You don’t have to remember what you told someone if you didn’t tell them. That was an important issue now, with all of us involved and others wanting to know what was happening behind closed doors, read more gossip.
I sat in my truck, waiting, trying not to overthink my life, when my phone chirped with a text message. I wondered again how a telephone could hear others’ voices instead of a screen showing flat words. For me, flat words never carried the other person’s real meaning.
“Hey, Ray, your parts will be here tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Stan. Should I drop by now?” I replied.
“We have time to work on some of the dents if you can.”
“Do you have anything I can drive while you’re working on it?”
“That same old Bronco you had last time.” Stan and a couple of loaner cars, which we would let you drive, which was part of why I went to him.
“See you in ten.” I texted back.
I was there in seven, but who was counting? I made my way in, briefcase and tumbler in hand.
“How goes it, Ray?”
“Same shit, different day,” I replied with a smile.
“Your client came by and dropped two grand on me for the repairs. I told her it wasn’t going to be that much; she just said, Keep the rest as a tip.”
“What was she driving?”
“Jag.”
“Shaved head?”
“Had a scarf over it, figured she was in chemo or something.”
“Wonder how she tracked me down to here?”
“Had a call earlier and she knew your name, so I said yes, that you used our shop.”
“Well, at least I’m not out anything.”
“And I get a bonus. Win-Win.” He laughed and handed me the keys to the Bronco.
I handed him mine and was out the door with the tumbler and briefcase. Sharon’s words came back to me. “She is desperately looking to find a way back in.”
Fuck that, I thought. As I finished driving home, an appliance delivery truck pulled out of the drive. The garage door was open, and I saw two new refrigerators along the wall where the cage had been, plus other things Alice was still moving around. I parked off to the side and made my way to the garage. Alice saw me; I opened my arms, and she was in them in a flash.
I looked down at her and tilted her head back with my hand. “Hello, beautiful slave.” Then kissed her with our tongues, battling.
Saw her eyes close, and after a short time, we broke the kiss. “Master,” she asked, tilting her head.
“I’m not quite as all-knowing as I believed. You’re a bratty slave with Beverly looking to ask for forgiveness afterward. I’m going to be with you for the rest of our lives, and in that, I want to have a deeper relationship with all the slaves who will have my child or children.
“I’m sorry, Master, but...” I put my finger on her lips.
“I’m learning as I go here. You and Beverly are helping, as are others. The Stones and Wrights are comfortable and affectionate with each other in their lifestyle. It was pointed out that you’re all going to be more than enslaved people and cum dumps. Knowing that to be true, I’m changing the way I interact with my slaves. The ones staying long-term with my children are on a different level than those here just for the ride.
“Your home, your rules, not that I will complain about this change to anyone.”
“We will address the brat issue after dinner. What’s past is past; I can’t stop what’s already in motion. Pamula and the others are on the path of stopping their birth control. That said, it is disrespectful not to talk to me about what you want and to find an agreement, considering the long-term ramifications. As I understand it, you are, in effect, topping from the bottom when you bypass my wishes and do what you want, begging forgiveness rather than asking permission by discussing it first. I would have taken Beverly if you and she had told me about her past and yours, and why she would have been a good fit in the house.”
“I’m sorry, I should have...” I put my finger on her lips again.
“I discussed it with Beverly at lunch. Let’s not have it happen again.” I heard a noise behind me, and a store delivery van was in the driveway.
“I spent the morning at the big box store. They could deliver these, and I have more than enough room to store a few days’ worth of food now. We could use some more shelf space out here, but I know it’s your realm, and I moved enough without asking first.”
Alice was in her realm now, so she left to speak with the delivery guys. They started to unload the van, and I slipped them some cash to help put the cold things in the fridge and the rest in the kitchen. While they were unloading, I grabbed the recycling can and rolled it into the garage. I saw the cage out there. Gone but not forgotten, it appeared, but what did I know?
They finished, and we went into the house and started to unpack the rest as she placed it where she wanted it. I noticed there were five chickens on the counter. Everything went away, and the chickens were still out.
“Tonight’s dinner,” she said.
“It’s your fiefdom in here. I’m happy to be fed.” She stopped, took off her clothes, set them aside, walked over, and helped me out of mine.
“I’m tempted to have another dose, but there are others who want theirs.”
“I take that to mean Tracy as a start.”
“She and Pamula, you know.”
“And Sharon, you and Beverly.”
“Bev will want one too.”
“And Kimmy?”
She looked at me and bit her lip. “I don’t think she is going to want to return to the sorority next year and might not return to the university.”
“The princess has green-eyed jealousy issues; she is hiding it as well as she can,” I said.
“She didn’t save it for you to have children with others and not her.”
“And she asked Pamula and followed the forgiveness rather than permission.”
“Would you have given permission?” Alice asked, staring into my eyes.
I took a deep breath and sighed. “That’s the tricky question. I will not always be here, and I wanted a fallback position for her. Now I realize, after Sharon’s confession earlier, that they will not let her struggle. She is a part of the sisterhood as it is.”
“Sharon told me before she left that she was going to come back when I was out and help explain more about this. She’s more qualified to do that with her experience and her mother pushing her to be a Dominant,” she said.
“She pointed out areas where I needed to step up. The internet postings are not the bible for this. She also believes that maggie was likely perplexed after she signed the POA, and I tossed her out anyway, more to the point that she is desperately trying to find a way back into the house.”
Alice looked at me with sad eyes. “I’ll never forget what she forced me to do here and at the sorority house. They say a leopard’s spots go all the way to the skin. She can’t magically change those in a few days in a cage.” An underlying fire burned in her voice.
“I have no plans on letting her back into this house. Those spots are part of her, as you said; she is not likely to change. I’ll give you this promise. Her return depends on your approval. I am not ceding my responsibility as the Master but allowing you, the aggrieved party, to decide. Consider it your reparations for the abuse at her hands and a reason for you not to use the better to ask for forgiveness mantra.”
She looked at me and shook her head slightly, trying to understand just what I had done. Then she laughed, not a small one, with a deep breath, and then bent over to the point you can’t stand straight. The ones where it hurts because you can’t catch your breath and tears flow down your eyes, as they were with her. When she finally stopped and caught her breath. “I never thought you could be diabolical.” She moved in and kissed me, pulling herself tight to me. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her tight also.
She stepped back from my embrace. “Diabolical?” I asked. I was perplexed by why she saw it that way.
“Under the guise of your being Master, she surrendered, served Beverly and me. She never submitted to us; she only played her game, plotting and always looking for an opening. You called her out on that when you threw her out, even with the POA, knowing she had bug-out plans with ways already set to use them. Now she is scheming and planning how to work on you to get back into the house. It’s diabolical because she has no idea that you would assign that to me. I’m your slave, no-limits property that is being bred for your pleasure. It’s not precisely a bottom position as you cherish me, but in the eyes of the rest, it’s close. Now she must submit to me to earn your favor and acceptance. Everything she is planning is for naught.”
“Would I do that deliberately when she has to be out there ready to expose every detail of her escape plans to get back here?”
Alice smiled and chuckled. “The only question is how deep I twist the knife.”
“Now, who has the conscience issue?”
“You get two diabolically mind fucks out of one issue?” She asked, a huge smile appearing then.
“I get the two of you to find common ground of understanding to move forward from. I do not know if you can look past the events and put them behind you. I have no idea if she can confess her issues and work to resolve them to your satisfaction.”
“Forgiving is a possibility; forgetting is impossible.”
“I require neither from you in your evaluation, acceptance, or rejection.”
“And that is more difficult than you telling me what to do and accepting it as your word.”
“We want to believe it is all cut and dry with people. Black and white as it is. There are very few issues that are that way; everything is a shade of grey.”
“Where did you get your insight into this?”
“There is little that is more stressful to a relationship than having your home worked on. No matter what the initial plans, it is rarely what they want in the end. Destroying the existing building is easy. Rebuilding is never fast enough, or broad enough to include what they want now, after they have rethought things for the umpteenth time. And when they change it, the costs come into play. You learn a lot about people doing this for as many years as I have.”
“You’re saying it was better to have the Sorority house destroyed than try and fix the issues it had?”
“Can you imagine if the old power structure was still in place during that selection and rebuild?”
She bit her lip with her teeth rolling the lower one in. “It would have been a disaster of epic proportions. Now with new officers next year and returning to bright, shiny, and new. Add in the realities of serving as slaves to the rest.”
“With all of them now being my slaves to varying degrees, the house dynamic is going to be shifting. After they leave here and they go home for the summer, they are back to being treated as children again. The escape to the new house will be a breath of fresh air in many ways. Allowed to be adults again, only to become enslaved again.”
“How do you see that working in the new setting there?” she asked.
“For a time, just like they did when they moved in as new sisters. Once freed from here, I expect they’ll branch out with any number of them. Then others might enjoy just stopping to be like they were doing before the fire.”
Changing the subject, she asked, “Where am I going to live then?” staring at me, her inner lip chewed enough that her gums moved.
“I saw you saved the cage.” I decided to yank her chain.
“Master,” she shrieked.
“In my bed, the next remodel is this house after graduation. I see six of you here with me, and the bedroom downstairs is not large enough for all of us to be together. Plus, we’ll have babies soon, and they will need rooms for the foreseeable future. After that initial phase, I expect we will be moving somewhere further away from the prying eyes of this community.”
We were standing close together when Tracy walked into the kitchen. “Hello, slave,” I said.
“Hello, Master, sister, slave, and house mother Alice.” She walked over to Alice, whispered to her, and kissed her.
Turning to me, she walked closer, and I opened my arms to her. Her body was next to mine; she tipped her head, so our lips were locked together. We kissed for a time; she opened her mouth, and I put my tongue in battle with hers. She reached down, holding my cock. She pulled away and whispered. “I so want to fuck you and have you put a baby in me.”
She held on after we let go of each other, leading me by my cock to the office. Closing the door once we were in, she continued to hold my cock, not moving her hand. “I saw slave sister Sharon today. We had an interesting discussion.”
She jacked my cock slowly, not letting it free of her grip. This was her play; I waited until she showed her cards, as she did. “You spoke to Sharon today. She told me most of your conversation as it related to your slaves. In that, you had an issue with permission versus forgiveness. I never got the chance to go and get on birth control. We, as a sorority, discussed being on birth control just in case there was an incident. The birth control my mother put me on when I was fourteen was not agreeing with me and making me bitchy. When I left for college, I made a point not to continue it, then I committed never to put myself in a position where I could be easily taken advantage of.” She stopped to take a breath and jack me a few more times with a smile.
“It’s not because I was hiding it from you. Just that we started bare, and you came in us all at one time or another. I was told that you start the pill after your next period. I have not had that since we moved in here, and you’re cumming in me as often as you are, which means I could be pregnant already. You don’t start the pill when you’re pregnant, and you can still have a period in your first month. The question is, do you want to stop and wait for me to ensure I’m not pregnant and that there is enough time for the pill to be effective?”
“You’re holding my cock, slowly stroking it, knowing that where I want to place it is not going to follow any idea of not getting you pregnant.”
“I was hoping logic would rule the day; I was prepared to drive your lust for me more if I needed that.” She let go of my cock went to my desk, and sat at the edge.
I walked over, and she lay back holding her legs up. Her pussy was blooming wet with desire. I stepped forward, my cock in hand, pointing at her, as she lifted her legs to my shoulders. I pointed my cock to her wet opening and slid the crown in. Pulling back, I pushed in again, pulled out, and finally was seated fully in her. She moved her legs to wrap them around me.
“I like this better than sitting on you.” She said as she squeezed my cock in her tight tunnel.
“My slut slave sister Pamula was just looking at you fucking hard and deep this morning.” She squeezed again.
“Like me, she has had no time to get any birth control,” another squeeze.
“We all understand the concept of topping from the bottom and dislike it as much or more than you do.” Squeeze.
“Now, I have been doing all the work here, and we can continue to discuss this ad infinitum. Or you can make the deposit I want deep inside of me. She squeezed again.
“One question. If that’s the case, what about the others?” I asked.
“That’s on them to tell you. Now get busy.” She squeezed and moved her feet back, running her toes against my ears.
I looked down, pulled back, and pushed in. Grabbing her hips, after fucking into her.
“You glorious fucking bastard. Fuck this slut you own. Breed her like any other that wants and craves it with you.”
Everyone was calling me Master now; would they keep it up after they moved out? That was down the road, since we were months away from finishing the new house. I stopped thinking about that and concentrated on fucking that baby into her.
She looked at me with her eyes, smothering, or so it seemed. “MAKE ME CUM!!!” she demanded.
I pushed her legs back and leaned in and pulled her to me, my pubic bone contacting her clit, and fucked her. It was a few minutes later that sweat started to drip from me when she cried out. “CUMMMMMING, MORE, MORE, MORE.” Her head turned side to side, and her hands reached up to pull me down. I kept my balance, pulled away, lifting her as I did, and continued to fuck her.
“I’m at the height of my cycle. Come and breed this enslaved person, Master.”
I let go of her hip, reached out, and took a handful of her hair. I twisted it and pulled her head to me. She cried out in pain. I pushed in as deep as I could and fired into her. By the fourth pump, I was slowing down. I let go of her hair and helped her lie on the desk. Her pussy held on to me, squeezing and quivering as she slowly cumming again.
“That was intense,” she said as I pulled back. I helped her up, took her to the couch against the wall, and had her sit on my lap. She leaned in and put her head on my shoulder.
“Nearly all of us who have lived together for years are close to the same cycle,” she said. “I felt warm today, and that’s a sign of my ovulation. I’m extra horny when it happens.” She giggled.
“Extra,” I questioned.
“I’ve never had my hair pulled like that when you came in me. I’m Pamula’s BFF, her partner in crime. But I had sex before I started with her down the rebellion path.”
“It’s crass of me to ask more.”
“I’m telling you, so you don’t have to ask. I was fifteen, deep crush. Lots of curiosity and some opportunity. He was older, but not yuck older. A summer-long fling; I thought I hid it well. One day, Mom just smiled and put her hand on mine. He left a hickey on the side of your breast. She smiled and walked away. There’s no virgin requirement for an enslaved person and a Master. I found that out after I went and tracked Mom down. I knew their lifestyle; it was never hidden, just not talked about with others.” She stopped to take a breath, then leaned in, and we kissed until she was ready to continue.
“I’ve had sleepovers since I was eight. My parents acted like all the other parents when the other girls were around. Mom and I sat down and discussed sex and lifestyle that day. For a fifteen-year-old who thought I was destined for the lifestyle they were in, it was eye-opening when she said it was my choice. I asked her why she chose it. Her reply still intrigues me, and now that I’m here, I understand it, and more importantly, I understand why. She said it was simple; she never had to worry about her relationship. My Daddy, as her Master, was what made her free. I thought being free was being able to do anything you wanted; I told her that. No one gets to do everything they want, she said. I got to do it in a loving, unfettered relationship with a man I respect more today than when I married him. Don’t you regret not being able to go and do anything you want? I asked her. My only regret is that after I had you, I was unable to give him any more children. The pleasure was in his eyes when I told him I was pregnant with you. I would have given him a whole houseful for all he gave me. He never wavered from me. I told him when we were back from the doctor that he could have another wife and enslaved person so that he could have more children. I had never seen rage like what I saw on his face after I said that. He calmed down and held me close, whispering in my ear. I want only you, my slave. We play the cards we are dealt. I am not at all unsatisfied or distraught that we will not have any more. She said she was feeling so useless and no longer felt she was best for him. She said that simple action and those whispered words changed her. She knew he loved her, but not to the depth until then.” She stopped, and we kissed again.
“I’m here exploring this with you and making that same lifelong commitment without marriage. We live in different times, she and I. What was before is not now. I followed Pamula’s lead, as she is my BFF and our leader. I saw the quiver in her that the others missed when Kimmy upped the bet. You posted it on the wall for us all to see. That’s not the action of someone questioning his slave’s loyalty. It’s a statement for the world to read, even if that world was only the women in the house. She brought me here with her; I never fought it. I knew what it meant, and today, knowing what I know with you, I can look at my mom and understand why it means what it does.”
“You’re placing a lot of faith and trust in and with me.”
“Want me to adulate all over your male ego?”
“I’ll just take your word for it, and you can sing my praises to the others.”
“Don’t think we don’t every chance we get. No doubt some of the sisters believe we are crazy. We have, in effect, climbed the ladder to the top, and now we have slid to the bottom. They don’t realize that where we are, it’s not the bottom but the top of the scale for us.”
“And the three who are not interested?”
She started to count out. “One, could you handle three more lifestyle slaves? Two, not every enslaved person needs a Master in their life at this age. Yes, it’s a meeting ground for them, but today’s men don’t measure up to these women’s fathers. Three, Regina’s virginity was a hard and fast holdout against anything entering her. She used pads, but she was still so fixated on that virginity only being her Master’s. When it came time to sign the POAs, and then back in the garage, she was a slave sister to a Master. That she and the others want to explore and likely have younger men for Masters is not problematic. And remember that while they are off on their adventure of discovery, you’re always a safe place to land later.”
“What are you saying but not saying?”