Daddy's Precious Property Ch. 03

Still burning with the need to cum, Jen swiftly lowered herself onto the hitachi. As her clit finally touched the vibrating head, she let out a scream. She'd been overly confident in the amount of pain she thought she could handle, and the chains were pulling on her nipples more than she expected. Instinctively she retreated and lessen the tension on the chains. Looking up, she saw her father leaning against the wall, arms crossed and a smirk across his face.

He simply said, "Again."

Without a moment's hesitation, she lowered herself again. Now knowing what to expect, she bit her lip hard as she squatted down to reach the hitachi. She let out grunts as the pain spearing through her nipples spread through her body. Then, she retreated once more. Looking up, she let out a deep breath and saw her father shake his head in disappointment.

He knew exactly what he was doing. Showing any signs of disappointment motivated Jen to push past her threshold. He knew she'd do anything to please him and earn his praise.

Keeping her eyes locked on him, she lowered herself down. Once she felt the vibration against her clit, she closed her eyes and breathed through the pain. You can take it. This is nothing. This is nothing. Jen whispered to herself. Barely fifteen seconds passed and she felt the growing urge to ease the torture on her nipples. NO! A voice yelled in her head. Look at him. He likes this. He wants this. Jen slowly raised her head and saw her Daddy still against the wall but this time, his hand stroking the growing bulge through his pants.

Locking her eyes on the bulge, Jen humped herself against the hitachi. She clenched her teeth as she grunted through the pain. Imagining the pain turning into pleasure was the key. Knowing he was enjoying this definitely helped her. She took the pain of her abused nipples and redirected it to her clit. It took a lot of mental effort but the moment it clicked, Jen's painful grunts turned into pleasurable moans.

"Such a good girl," he said as he walked towards her. "And good girls get a reward." He turned the toy to the highest level and began to rub it against her clit.

"Daddy!!" she moaned out loudly as she felt her orgasm fast approaching.

"Cum whore," he demanded.

That was all she needed to release herself. "Oh fuckkkkkkk!!" was all she could say as she felt her orgasm rip through her body. Wave after wave, her body jolted out her cum, coating the rubber head of the vibrator.

Shaking as she came down from her orgasmic high, she managed to say dreamily, "Thank you...thank you..."

"You're welcome, but who are you thanking?" he said with an evil grin. Taking a hold of the clovers, he pulled both off aggressively. The rough treatment and immediate, painful rush of returning blood flow to her nipples shocked Jen out of her her post orgasmic haze.

"Daddy!!!" She screamed out. Grunting through her teeth, she said, "Thank you Daddy."

"That's better," he said as his fingers gently rolled her sensitive, abused nipples.

Shivering at his touch, she felt jolts of sensual pain shoot from her nipples to her clit at even this gentle stimulation. Though their play had been extreme, she couldn't help but feel her pussy get wetter at this attention and wanting more. Jeez!. I am one fucked up slut.

Releasing her nipples and reaching down, he undid the ropes that bound her wrists behind her back and let Jen rub them to restore circulation. He then moved the stand with its attached vibrator from between her legs and crouched down to massage her calves to ease the burning of her muscles from having to stay on her tip toes. Jen grabbed the post in front of her and sighed as she felt the knotted muscles relax. Afterward, her Daddy guided his still slightly wobbly daughter onto the bed and slid in next to her. He took her in under his arm and pulled her close against his side. As his finger combed gently through her hair, he kissed the top of her head.

"Jennifer?"

Feeling the exhaustion of the play they'd had since he'd come home, all she managed to respond with was, "Hmmm?"

With a smirk on his face, he said, "Usually I wouldn't let 'Hmmm?' slide but I can tell how tired you are... Anyway, I wanted to ask your opinion on something."

Feeling her head resting against his chest, he felt her nod.

He continued, "What would you think about going to a... club?"

"Club?"

"Ya... a..." he didn't want to ask her this and have her freak out. He was loving their new relationship and didn't want to jeopardize it with his sick fantasies. "A... BDSM Club?"

"I don't know what you mean Daddy."

"How would you feel being submissive to... well other people."

"But I like being submissive to just you Daddy... and Jane."

"No, not like that. I mean for a day. I will continue to own you like I do but for the day, you will be completely submissive to anyone I let use you... man or woman."

Raising her head to look up at him, her answer was obvious.

He chuckled to himself, "So...?"

"I always wanted that Daddy... I didn't know how to ask for it. So thank you!"

"Really?"

"Yup," she answered as she sat up and became more animated, "I've always wanted to be tied up, blindfolded, abused, and used."

"You really are my daughter."

Leaning up she kissed him softly. "I am your little girl."

"You certainly are."

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The morning sun peeked through the window as Jen stirred in her sleep. She stretched her arms and found the bed empty. Sitting up slowly, she saw there were clothes laid out on the chair by the desk. Becoming accustomed to walking around the house naked, she eased out of the bed to examine them. They consisted of a white tank top and her black boxer briefs. That's all? she thought to herself in confusion but it quickly turned into a smile when she recalled their conversation last night. That is all.

Quickly, she got dressed in her skimpy outfit and went downstairs. She found her dad sitting at the kitchen table reading from his tablet. Hearing her approach, he looked up and smiled.

"Ready for your big day?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good. Are you going to make me proud?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good. Now go get in the car."

"Yes Sir."

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As her Dad put the car in park, Jen's stomach filled with butterflies. The building in from of them was a bit dilapidated looking on the outside. If she didn't know any better, she would assume it was an abandoned, haunted warehouse.

Walking in silence, they entered the building. He gave her arm a squeeze and nodded to her. That was all she needed to be reassured. He was there and nothing bad would ever happen to her when he was around.

As they walked, the wooden floors squeaked. They approached a desk at the end of the hall occupied by a mousy woman in unappealing, dated attire.

Clearing his throat, he got her attention. Startled, she looked up from her desk. "May... May I help you?" she stuttered.

"We have an appointment."

"Oh.. Yes...Let me.. Sorry it's my first week here... Please take a seat through those doors."

Jen looked down at the threadbare, bilious green carpet and bit down on the inside of her cheek. She couldn't help but have the urge to laugh. This whole place didn't fit her notions of a BDSM club at all. From the extremely insecure receptionist, to the run-down appearance of the place, it seemed to make no sense.

Following the instructions, they waited in the room behind the doors. It looked like a regular waiting room one would find in the doctor's office. It had retro carpet with mismatched artwork everywhere.

About five minutes passed before anyone approached them. It was a dark skinned gentleman who was wearing all black. Observing his attire, Jen noticed he had on military-grade boots and gloves that opened at the fingertips. It reminded her of the men she saw in some of the kink.com videos Daddy shared with her.

"Hello. My name is Richard," the man stated clearly and confidently. "Welcome to my club."

"Thank you Richard for having us. We are excited to get started." He reached over and put his arm around his girl, "This is my daughter, Jennifer."

"Daughter eh?" Richard asked as he crooked one eyebrow. "Step-daughter I presume."

"No...biological."

"Well..." Richard began. It was obvious he was at a loss for words; something that didn't happen often. "We are open to all kink-related relationships.... If you two would follow me."

Following along behind him, each lost in their own thoughts, Jen and her father were led to a dark room with a circular stage. Richard pulled out a small remote and pressed a couple of buttons. All of sudden, light flooded the stage and it was clear that they were not alone. A women dressed similarly to Richard stepped into the light. Jen swallowed nervously as she realized she was the only submissive looking one in the room.

The woman, in the leather attire of a Dominatrix, approached and smiled at Jen. Jen thought she seemed vaguely familiar, but couldn't quite place her. However, when she began to speak, it clicked that this was the receptionist that had greeted them earlier. Wow... she cleans up nicely.

In a soft, yet domineering voice, the woman said, "Hello. My name is Kate." Focusing her attention on Jen, she added imperiously, "Mistress Kate to you, slut."

"Yes Mistress Kate." Jen responded as she lowered her eyes. She looked to her side and noticed no one was there. Looking behind, she saw that her Daddy was sitting beside Richard with a glass of whiskey in his hand observing intently what was transpiring.

Kate took Jennifer by the hand and guided her onto the edge of the stage. "You'll see a lot of faces...Well..." Kate chuckled to herself, "you'll hear, smell, touch, and taste them but seeing them may be a little difficult with a blindfold. Anyway," she continued,"your Master has given us some ground rules and said we can improvise a bit but, as always, the moment you say the safe word, it all comes to a halt. We are entrusting you with that responsibility. Understood?"

"Yes Mistress Kate. I do have a question."

"Yes?"

"Well two questions... One, what are the safe words? And two, what do I call everyone else if I can't see their faces...?"

Kate chuckled to herself, "Smart one, aren't you? You will call anyone with a cock Sir and anyone with a pussy Mistress."

"And if they have a strap-on...." Jen said with a simper.

Kate pulled back her hand and whipped it across Jen's face. Instinctively, Jen's hand came up to rub her stinging cheek.

"That is for being a wiseass with me young lady."

"Yes Mistress Kate. I apologize Mistress Kate."

"Good. Now your safewords are those you are already accustomed to... Yellow means stop that particular action... Red, we stop completely." Kate's hand brushed over the red cheek she'd struck. "I really am hoping we don't get to the point of using red..." Kate leaned in and pressed her lips to Jen's. Barely whispering, "Because I don't think I'll want to stop with you."

Jen had been kissed by a girl before (i.e Jane) but having Mistress Kate kiss her awoke something different in her. She wanted more than anything to make this woman proud of her. At that moment, Jen vowed to only use the safe word if absolutely necessary.

"On your knees, whore!" Mistress Kate ordered her, pushing roughly on her shoulders at the same time. Jen obediently dropped to her knees in front of her. "Now come with me." Mistress Kate grabbed a handful of the submissive girl's hair and pulled her across the stage to its center. Jen struggled to keep up as she half-scuttled on her knees and half-crawled behind her.

Upon reaching the middle of the stage, Kate released her hair and ordered her to lay flat on her stomach. Jen complied with the order as fast as she could, dropping prone on the cold, hard wooden floor. The dominant woman picked up a coil of rope from the floor next to her and looped it around Jen's thigh then, grabbing her ankle, she bent her leg back and looped the rope around her calf too. Pulling on the rope to take up the slack, Jen's lower leg was pulled against the back of her thigh where her Mistress continued to loop the rope around both before tying it securely in place. Then, with practiced efficiency, she repeated the process with Jen's other leg, leaving her feeling like a pig trussed up for a roast. All I need is an apple for my mouth, she thought to herself.

As usual when she was tied, Jen's libido went into overdrive. She truly loved rope and being restrained. She could feel her pussy getting wet and her clit began to throb. Her breathing rate increased and she could feel a blush spreading over her face.

Mistress Kate signaled offstage to the right and two muscular men in black came up and crouched down on each side of her. Jen gave a little squeak of surprise as they grabbed her, lifted her clear off the floor, and gently deposited her on her knees. The men then left the stage once more. Jen found herself kneeling with her legs spread wide, unable to close them.

"Right hand!" Mistress Kate snapped at her and Jen quickly extended it out to her. The Domme then proceeded to tie another length of rope around her wrist leaving a generous amount trailing down. "Left!" came the next order, and the process was repeated.

Mistress Kate took the rope dangling from Jen's left wrist and pulled it up, running through a ring on one end of a metal bar that was suspended from the ceiling above her and tying it securely. The right wrist was done next, leaving Jen's arms pulled straight out above her head at a 45 degree angles. She could twist her torso side to side a bit but that was about all.

Kate stood in front of her looking down. "You appear to be overdressed my dear. That won't do at all." With that, she bent down and pulled something from the inside of her leather boot. She held the object up in front of Jen's face and her eyes widened as she saw it was a very shiny, very sharp, very wicked looking knife. "I suggest you don't move," Kate continued conversationally as she slipped the blade between the motionless girl's breasts and sliced her way down the front of her tank top, letting if flap open to reveal her breasts, rock-hard nipples and toned belly. She then cut each of the shoulder straps and the garment fell in a heap to the floor.

Reaching down, Kate cut the front of Jen's boxers from the leg holes to the waist. Then she walked behind the restrained girl, grabbed the waistband in the back and pulled them free, the fabric from the front of the garment rubbing roughly against the girl's lust-swollen labia and forcing her to moan in response.

Feeling vulnerable in front of these strangers was a major turn on. Here she was, naked, in the middle of a stage, tied up and helpless. She sensed there were more people watching from the darkness but couldn't be sure how many. It was much more than she had expected. When her Daddy had said they were going to a BDSM club, she had assumed it would be a room full of tools that he would use on her. She hadn't been prepared to be trussed up and made the center of attention. Her head wasn't quite sure if she was ready for that, but her body begged to differ.

Kate walked behind Jennifer and tied her hair into a high ponytail. To ensure it was tight, she gave it a few tugs making Jen's head jerk around.

"Take a good look around you Jennifer," Kate said, "It'll be the last thing you see for a while."

"There really isn't all that much to see..." Jen replied as she observed the dark room around her. She wasn't trying to be rude but Kate saw it as talking back to her. Still having a hold on the ponytail, Kate pull Jen's head back, causing pressure on Jen's neck.

Kate got right up in her face and said sternly, "Didn't I just tell you not to be a wiseass, little girl?" emphasising it with a hard jerk to her hair. "I may be attracted to you, but that doesn't mean I won't fuck your shit up! If I want your comments, I'll ask for them. You are not to talk from now on unless asked a direct question. Understood?"

"Yes Mistress Kate," Jen answered quickly.

"Good girl. Now, as I was saying, enjoy what you can see now, because you won't be seeing anything for a while." As Kate said this, she took an opaque, black silk scarf and tied it around Jen's head, covering her eyes. Leaning into her ear, Kate whispered, "Are you ready to be used?"

"Yes Mistress," Jen replied, then moaned as Kate's tongue began to play with her ear. Oh God... This is going to be a long night.

Seeing his little girl tied up and at the mercy of the Doms in the room, Jen's Daddy couldn't help but be extremely turned on. I want to pound her pussy so fucking hard right now.

Noticing Jen's Daddy inching towards his daughter, Richard reached for his arm to pull him back. "Stay here for a while..."

Outraged, he turned to confront Richard angrily, "What! Why? She's mine."

"No...Right now, she's ours. You gave her to us to use."

"She is mine!" he repeated emphatically through gritted teeth.

"I understand, and if you really want her, you can have her and we can stop this right now. However, you told us it was your fantasy to watch her be used by another man and woman. We're here to make that a reality for you... If you'll let us. So what will it be?"

Jen's father hesitated a moment, trying to get his emotions under control, but finally said grudgingly, "Fine," Still a bit miffed at his treatment, he thought to himself, I can't believe they won't let me touch her. Next thing you know they'll tie me up. Then he sat down where he could get a good view of the coming action and watched in silence.

Leaving the bound sub to silently ponder her fate for the moment, Kate walked off into the darkness and returned with a leather flogger in hand. She sidled up behind Jen and teasingly dragged the leather tails across her bare back. Feeling them glide over her caused Jen to shiver and goosebumps to race across her skin in response. She knew what was to come. Her dad has used their flogger on her many times for both pleasure and punishment but, for some reason, she found the thought of being flogged by Mistress Kate particularly exciting. Perhap it because she was a woman, but Jane had done it to her before... Maybe it was the helpless position she was in, the fact she was completely naked in front of strangers, or that she was incredibly intimidated yet turned on by Kate's treatment of her. Whatever the reason, she was loving this new, heightened level of arousal.

She didn't have long to wait...

"FUCK!" Jen shouted as Kate whipped the flogger across her upper back without any warning. She gasped as her body tightened against the pain. The first blow was quickly followed by another. Kate paused for a moment and Jen felt the leather trail across her shoulder and down her breasts, causing her nipples to harden to diamond-like points. She held her breath in anticipation and then felt the Mistress administer a stinging swipe to her right tit followed almost immediately by another on her left. With a grunt, she explosively released the breath she'd been holding.. This was a whole new level of pain. Yes it hurt when her Daddy did this, but the spots where Kate was hitting were more sensitive. Of course, Kate was much more experienced than her Daddy... and it showed in how she knew just where and how to hit. Maybe this is too much for me,. Jen thought to herself, but then shook her head, No. I can do this. I can serve these people and be the best fucking toy they have had and make my Daddy proud. Just breathe... breathe through it.

Determined to continue, Jen focused her attention on the pain and directed it to her throbbing clit. Turning pain into pleasure was Jen's speciality...or at least she had thought it was... She simply needed to focus and overcome it. The way she normally did that was by seeing that the person who was causing the pain being turned on. It reassured her she was doing it right. Being blindfolded was a turn on but, at the moment, was getting in the way.