Daddy's Girl

Our days followed a very predictable pattern. He never slept with me--when he finished with me at night, I was sent back to my room to sleep in the nude. If he wanted me in the night he came to get me. Every morning at 7am I was sitting on the edge of the bed, ready to have my temperature
taken rectally. Sometimes he would have me lie on my stomach to insert the thermometer. Sometimes I'd be over his lap. Often he'd have me stand with my back to him, my legs spread and bent over at the waist.

After the ritual temperature taking I was given an enema. This was to insure my cleanliness if he wanted to take me anally. I came to dread this most of all because this is where he began  "playing" with me for the day. He had me bend over the edge of the bathtub and would often keep
me waiting for five minutes or more. Since he knew that I hated the enemas (and often begged him to skip them), he'd watch me and make me wait with dread. When he decided it was time, he'd begin the enema ritual.

"What do you need, Debra?" he'd ask.

"I need an enema, Daddy," was my required response.

"How do we start, Debra?"

"You lubricate my asshole, Daddy."

His finger would circle my anus with the cold K-Y. He'd toy with me like that for a couple of minutes, often, never letting me know when the finger would plunge into me. I'd flinch several times, making him laugh. But eventually his finger would push into me, lubricating my anus.

"Now what do we do, Debra?"

"You put the tip into me, Daddy."

"Where do I put it?"

"Into my ass, Daddy."

I knew what the next required response was, but I was always hesitant to give it.

"...Please put it deep into my ass, Daddy. I'm a slut who loves things put in her ass."

With that, the tip of the enema tube would be pushed inside me, deeper than it was intended to go. He'd twist and tug on the tube, enjoying my discomfort and humiliation, but eventually he'd release the clamp and let the soapy water flow into my rectum. Slowly my bowels would fill
until I thought I was going to pop.

"Breathe deeply, Debra. You have a lot more to take before you're done."

Eventually, though, the bag would empty and he'd hold his hand on my back to keep me there until he was ready to let me relieve myself. This whole procedure would be repeated for two more rinses. After the rinses, he'd lubricate a finger, slide it up into my ass as deep as it would go, and then make big circles before he would pronouce me "clean." After the enema was complete I would have to thank him for taking such good care of me.

He was faithful to the pictures in the binder he gave me. He had a wide range of "interests" and he insisted on them all. Most I didn't enjoy but there was a strange attraction to being totally submissive to someone.

He enjoyed spending hours just looking at my pussy and ass, examining me and probing my vagina and anus with various objects. I had never enjoyed oral sex with my husband, but at least once a day I was on my knees in front of my father, sucking his cock. But what I hadn't counted on was
the depth of his interest in bondage and punishment.

 The second morning he summoned me over to his chair, ordered me to my knees and fastened a collar around my neck. "This goes on after your morning enema and comes off when I allow you to go to bed," he told me. "It's a symbol of the fact that you belong to me and that you're on the
same level as a household pet--mine to do with as I choose." He then attached a leash to the collar and led me into the shop attached to his garage. Instead of the tools he used to have there, he'd constructed an elaborate system of chains hanging from the walls and a structure that
looked a lot like uneven parallel bars. As I looked around, my heart was pounding so hard I thought I would faint. He intended to use all of this on me, and I'd seen enough pictures in the batch he gave me to have a good idea how they were to be used.

He led me over to a rack on the wall that was full of paddles, whips and different kinds of cuffs, ropes and clamps.

"Some of these will hurt more than others," he chuckled. "I'll let you discover for yourself which are the most...effective. Since today is your first day as my slave, I'll let you pick the one that you'll be punished with. Go ahead, you can pick them up and look at them. Just pick one."

They all looked terrifying and I refused to touch any of them.

"All right then," he said, "since you won't pick, I will. We'll start with this one." He pulled a riding crop out of the rack and led me over to the bars. He had installed wrist cuffs to the upper set of bars that could be moved along the bar and then tightened down when it was where
he wanted it. He fastened me over the lower bar, my ass sticking out, with my hands stretched a little more than shoulder width and over my head. My feet were secured to the loops in the floor so they were stretched apart as well.

Once again, he toyed with me. He ran the crop over my thighs, up between my legs and worked it between my pussy lips. Then back out and into my butt crack. He'd pull the crop away and back, as if he was going to strike and then put it gently back down on my back again. This went on for at
least three minutes and then, without warning, the first stroke hit my thighs. I screamed in pain and tried to pull away from the bar.

"Oh, you're not even close to being done, honey," he whispered in my ear.  Three more strokes hit my ass and legs and then he stopped for a moment. I couldn't tell what he was doing but before long I could feel his cock brushing against the inside of my thighs, poking at me. Then he'd pull
back, deliver three or four more strokes to my ass and back, and then poke his cock between my legs again.

"Beg for it, Debra. Beg me to fuck you."

"Please fuck me Daddy. Please..."

"I don't think you want it enough yet."

Four more strokes to my legs and one up against my pussy. I screamed in pain. "Please fuck me daddy. You can do anything you want. I'll suck you and swallow it, daddy. Anything. Please fuck me."

"Tell me where you want it, Debra."

"I want it in my vagina, Daddy."

"No, that's not right." Two more strokes to my ass fell.

"Fuck my ass, Daddy, I managed to gasp through the tears. "Please fuck  me in the ass."

"How do you want it, Debra?"

"Hard, Daddy, please fuck me hard in the ass."

With that, his cock began pushing against my anus making me gasp again. It hurt like hell, but anything was better than the riding crop.

"Tell me how you like it, Debra. Keep talking to me so I know you want it."

I kept up a steady stream of encouragement in words that would've made my mother turn over in her grave. "I like it when you fuck me in the ass hard, Daddy. Please give it to me deep. Harder, daddy. Harder."

My "encouragement" evidently made the difference and he came inside me quickly. When he withdrew his cock, I could feel semen escaping from my battered ass.