Can She Rise To The Challenge (google and skittish_butterfly)

[skittish_butterfly]

Each time she'd spoken this morning, Michael had made her wait. Not this time. Katherine had barely even finished laying out her conditions -- couched, she felt, as reasonable requests -- and subtly adding in tiny hints of Carolyn's complicity in Michael's moral and emotional ruin, and Michael was already rising from his chair, in the fancy robe. He seemed to be back in that same mode he'd adopted in the office: pissing-contest Michael. It was like he wanted to stand at his full height over her, to make her feel smaller, to make her doubt herself. Well, Katherine wasn't going to let it work. At least she didn't want it to work.

But looking up at him right in front of her, his strong body covered with the elegant robe while she stood practically naked in nothing but her underwear did feel different, a reminder of his advantages and her disadvantages, the power gap between them. Partly to avoid the powerlessness looking up at him made her feel, Katherine lowered her eyes, looking at the soft, plush material of the robe around his knees.

The sight of his robe opening right in front of her, his muscled thighs coming clearly into naked view, made her gasp a little. If it was bad for him to be dressed while she was mostly disrobed, his nakedness was no solution, just making Katherine feel even more vulnerable. She caught a glimpse of his cock on full display, memories of how he'd forced it into her wherever he pleased without mercy the previous night came flooding back, making his nakedness all the more threatening to her. She tried to look back in his eyes so she wouldn't have to stare at the cock that had all but raped her, but looking up at him was beyond her now too and she turned her head to look out the window, which of course meant she was just staring at the darkened blinds she'd shut. It was the best she could do, though, as her heart pounded and she felt her choice spiraling out of control yet again.

Katherine heard the sound of his chair scraping briefly on the tiles, taking his weight again. She glanced back and he was looking right at her, motioning confidently for her to lie down across his lap. Like she'd agreed to do. "But you're naked... that wasn't..." He just stared at her and pointed. She shook her head back and forth, a vain display of rebellion given her sandaled feet were already slowly shuffling the few feet between them in teeny tiny anxious steps, much more like a petulant child than Katherine dared consider.

Finally, still shaking her head, Katherine was close enough Michael could have reached out with his arm and just forced her down across his lap. She half-expected him too, and flinched as he moved his hand a little, but he just pointed more insistently for her to place herself across his lap. She moaned, hating the feeling in her heart of having to submit to her own punishment, to accept the blame for it. The irony felt bitter in her mouth, but Katherine yearned for the day before, wished she could kick and scream against his vile brutality, rather than this, being expected to meekly go along, sealing her own fate for him.

Katherine continued shaking her head slowly, but less and less as he waited her out, until finally she was still, just standing in front of him with a distressed look on her face. Michael was back in his seat, no longer standing tall over her and she tried to look back in his eyes, tried for a defiant look, but it wasn't working, and she felt despair and pleading creeping into her expression. Her hands clenched in front of her panties, fingers twisting tighter and tighter as the realization sank in that she'd made her choice and he wasn't going to let her out of it.

His cock was right there in his lap, more or less where he was pointing, and even without looking directly at it Katherine could tell how distasteful it was going to be to lie down there. The effect that looking at Katherine's body and feeling so much power over her was having on him was obvious and growing, and she didn't want to feel that against her. But after letting her choose her own doom, what other choice was she giving her? None.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a second, trying to steel herself to just get it over with, to show him it wouldn't bother her. Maybe it worked a little, it was hard to say, but when she opened her eyes and looked back at his lap she didn't feel any better. Nevertheless, she took a couple steps over to his side, watching his face and seeing that was indeed what he wanted. She made a little groan and a grimace, like he was making her put a worm on a fishhook, and then bent herself at the waist, her hands supporting herself by touching his other thigh as she settled herself down.

Her face lowered over the edge of his lap and finally she felt his cock twitching against her sternum. Katherine realized she wasn't in the right position and didn't want to wait for him to chastise her, like she was too stupid to even get spanked properly. She scootched with her sandals against the floor, using his hard cock against her body as a disgusting sort of landmark, until she felt it pressed against the little bit of bare skin between her belly button and her panties. He was getting so hard and Katherine hated that he was enjoying this so much.

She was staring at the floor now, and she put her hands down on the tiles so she wouldn't feel like her head was going to slide down and bump it. Her hair dangled downward, only a little damp now, some of it in her eyes. She lifted one hand to try to brush it aside but it was useless as the dark locks kept slipping down again, making her blink and shake her head a little from time to time.

He was talking to her -- or at her -- as he put one big hand right in the middle of her back, between her shoulder blades, like he wanted to make sure she didn't get up until he was done. The things she'd implied about his relationship with Carolyn seemed to have hit the mark as he just had to come back at her about that. Even as his hand settled on her panties, making her squirm a little in his lap until she realized that was just making him harder, she felt a little smile on her lips. She'd gotten to him.

The more he denied there as any pedestal he'd placed Carolyn on, no fetish he felt for her, the more she knew in her heart he must be complaining too much for it not to be true. But Katherine's head turned almost automatically, trying to look back at him with the revelation the woman was a lesbian, that Michael held no romantic hopes with her. That thought ricocheted through a thicket of related thoughts in her head, wondering if she'd miscalculated on how Michael saw the woman, wondering who then Michael cared about at all, if there even was a woman in his life whose love he coveted.

Of course trying to look in his eyes by twisting from her awkward face down position, to see how this thought played across his face, left Katherine feeling even more hyperaware of her position, and of course rubbed her body even more against his cock. She settled back down, trying to imagine his face as she listened to his voice. Family. Michael spoke of Carolyn like she represented family to him, and suddenly even with his unyielding body holding her up in his lap, Katherine felt her world shifting under her. Family. His words sunk deeper and everything about how she saw what was going on changed.

Even before he explicitly compared their two situations she felt it clearly, her body suddenly tense under his hands. Carolyn filled a hole in his life, a hole Katherine understood all too well as he was clearly aware. Katherine had no one like that in her life, relied on no one but herself, her parents existing to be pleased and proud, not nurturing or supportive. But she'd convinced herself she didn't need any more than that. Katherine was made of tougher stuff. Hearing Michael talk about Carolyn, and talk about her own relationship with her dad, made old wounds feel fresh again, his spanking hurting before it had even begun.

His hand was moving against her panties, stroking her and squeezing, teasing rather than punishing, or maybe he was just taking idle pleasure in the results of all her swimming and jogging. But it didn't distract him from making Katherine feel miserable in her heart, miserable for having misjudged his relationship with Carolyn and attacking the one person who filled the void in Michael's life Katherine herself couldn't face in her own. She'd imagined having a sister, many times, an older sister, someone she could talk to, someone who would care about the tough times an ambitious girl went through. Someone to lean on. So when Michael asked her to consider what it would feel like to have someone talk about her own imaginary sister the way Katherine had talked about Carolyn, Katherine made a soft noise, going even more limp across his lap as the heat of her defiance and anger in his lap transformed into embarrassment and shame.

Why was it that everytime she opened her mouth around Michael, only trouble seemed to result? Michael strangely paused his lecture to let her know she was free to ask more about Carolyn any time she wanted, and Katherine could only think she would be safer to just join a convent and take a vow of silence rather than risk talking about the woman again.

But that thought was cut off by a sharp crack that she heard and felt at the same moment. It was like he'd just kept talking and the next word out of his mouth was the sound of his hand spanking her bottom. He'd given her no chance to prepare, to steel herself, and the sting of it hurt all the deeper for coming at the moment she felt most vulnerable, now feeling guilty rather than proud for what she'd said to him. Too later her body tensed and her shoulders tried to rise up against the pressure of his hand holding her down across his lap.

She made a high pitched sound that gave away not just the sting on her bottom but the pain in her heart as well, and Katherine immediately bit her lip, trying to swallow the sound back down, to not let him hear it. She closed her eyes and tried to breath, to let the heat out in a slow measured breath that ended up sounding ragged and distressed despite her effort at self-control.

Even with the gentle way Michael's hand paused across her panties, Katherine remained tense, every muscle in her body suddenly intensely aware he might strike again at any moment without warning. His demand she thank him for each swat, however many he chose to deliver, though, finally deflated her to the point there was no air left in her lungs to complain with. He talked about her panties like being allowed to wear them was some huge favor he was granting her and she didn't even peep in protest. The fact he was talking over her like she was a misbehaving child rather than a college student, and he the caring parent feeling responsible for fixing her behavior just made her face down position across his lap made Katherine's sense of shame and regret flare that much more brightly with the extra humiliation tossed on the fire too. At least he was trying to restrain his rampant sexual impulses so he wouldn't be raping her at the same time.

Katherine lay still across his lap, simmering silently and trying very hard to ignore the sting on her bottom under where his hand stroked her. Just keep quiet, don't say anything to get into trouble, she thought to herself. Just take it and get it over with, was her plan, and her brow furrowed with concentration, focusing on being stoic even though her heart felt like she wanted to sob as she thought about her own dad, and what she'd said about the woman who was family to Michael. She hated his guts, but she had standards for her own behavior, feeling like she really had gone too far, even considering it was just Michael.

As she lay, breathing quietly and waiting for the next smack of his hand and the wait stretched on, she started to imagine how his eyes must see her, wondering if a little of the red mark from his hand was showing on her bare skin where the first swat had crossed the hem of her panties, and if that was what was making his cock press even harder against her belly. She waited longer, staring at the floor, just waiting and feeling his words sink even deeper into her brain.

Finally she remembered the bit about the thank you, realized he'd already hit her once. Was she forgetting, she did, she forgot to thank him, forgot the first one counted to him, even though it had come before the instruction. He was probably going to hold that against her too. Katherine's resolve to hide her misery and frustration fell aside as she faced the need to thank him, and moaned just a little as her eyes closed and she took the breath she needed for the odious task. "Th--"

She didn't get the whole word out and the next slap cracked across her bottom. She yelped, exactly like she'd been trying so hard not to, but focused on the the thank you she hated so much she'd forgotten to concentrate on being quiet. Her head flew back, hair tossed back out of her eyes briefly only to settle back as her tense arch against his palm in her back subsided and he head drooped toward the floor again. She breathed shallowly, trying to gather her thoughts and ignore the painful sensation on her bottom. But she couldn't just be quiet, she had to thank him. Katherine hated Michael, hated him for all the many ways he seemed to enjoy making her life an ordeal.

She spoke straight into the floor, her voice quiet. "Thank you." It echoed right back in her face and her eyes closed, not wanting to face having to thank him for punishing her. Especially since she already felt so bad in her heart for having struck a low blow that was beneath her high moral standards. She'd just been trying to pop his balloon a little, but instead just stuck a pin in a painful sore spot she felt all too clearly herself. Maybe this one spanking, this one time, maybe she did deserve it. Maybe it was for the best, to help her think before she said stuff like that, to ask and check before lashing out blindly, no matter how mad he made her. She braced herself for the next blow, a reluctant sense of acceptance relaxing her over his lap ever so slightly.

 

[DomG]

A beautiful young woman laying over your lap and thanking you for each and every blow that you deliver to their rear end while also being unable to stop you from taking pleasure in feeling them up, in teasing their body with deft and strong fingers between the swift blows. Micheal couldn't think of a better pleasure in life, no fine scotch really compared, a well made cigar paled in comparison, even a good blow job was a cheap thing compared to the moment like this... a moment that existed only to demonstrate his power over her. She was powerless now, not even trying to struggle and yet he was still holding her town with the hand against her back because it made a wonderful statement about the control that he had in that moment... and of course because he soon expected her to start struggling but that was a few moments away.

As she thanked him Micheal chuckled a little bit, clearly pleased at her words and of course she was laying on top of some very potent evidence of his current pleasure. Really Micheal had intended to just enjoy a little bit of peace and quite, perhaps do a bit of writing while assigning Katherine some busy assignment to keep her occupied, perhaps putting the footage of last night onto his big screen and ensuring that she spent each and every moment watching it. Now though his arousal might get in the way of that little plan, he could do some writing later on rather then just do it rather then spend the entire day ignoring the wonderful piece of ass in his home just waiting to have her sexuality explored.

His fingers pressed against her cleft a little harder now, the thin material not able to keep them separate in the least, he was just pushing the white cotton up into that cleft that he was enjoying teasing and had no doubt that she was also enjoying to some extend... though he had to take her advantage of her silence while he could. “Now that we might have cleared up that misconception I was hoping that I might be able to get ahead of another that you might have.” He said slowly, his fingers pushing deeper. “My assistant Jess, the young woman from the other night with the outrageous hair and the rather interesting take on a chauffeur outfit, also a lesbian, a film student who works for me because it is helping pay her way through school, and she enjoys dressing in such ridiculous ways because it amuses her and I indulge it because... well she is easy on the eyes and it can be downright amusing.”

He had seen the way Katherine had looked at Jess earlier, thinking that perhaps there had been some sort of pity in those looks and really it was better to sort that out now before Katherine ended up saying something to piss Jess off and get herself into a rather interesting situation.

But with the corrections complete it was time for the punishment proper to begin and Micheals hand began to swiftly rise and fall, a series of very fast slaps to her rear that continued to echo through the room until they seemed to over lap each other. The previous spanking wasn't nearly as rough or as swift as this one was, Micheal wasn't going to play nice now that she had actually worked to piss him off. He wasn't even paying attention to if she was continuing to thank him, instead he was loosing himself completely in the moment, alternating the blows from one cheek to the other although a few were aimed between her legs in swift slaps to her cunt.

Finally, over a dozen slaps later his hand raised one last time, paused in mid air, and then slowly came down to rest on the small of her back. “I think that is enough for now.” He said after a moments pause, fancying that he might be able to see the redness of her ass though the panties that she still worse. “And I hope that you learned a lesson in simple courtesy... you shouldn't speak ill of someone unless you know all the details about the situation.” He wasn't going to help her from his lap, he was enjoying the way that she continued to lay across him but he removed his hands from her back so she could get up, returning to molesting her shapely rear end.

“Now I was going to give you a little privacy for this but I think instead that I will enjoy your reaction to what comes next... you and I will be watching a little bit of TV.”

 

[skittish_butterfly]

Katherine struggled not to yelp and thanked him again, keeping her face aimed at the floor so she could just concentrate on getting through the spanking without forgetting to thank him, to take what she might possibly even have earned with her behavior, not wanting to screw up again and make things worse for herself. She knew Michael probably just couldn't wait for her to be disobedient, to talk back, so he'd have an excuse to "teach her" and "discipline her" even more. She could feel his eagerness to punish her throbbing hard and thick against her belly and side and tried to ignore it as she thanked him again for the latest blow, feeling just a tiny bit of her die inside each time she thanked this horrible man for spanking her, even though another part of her started to burn more brightly with each stinging swat, telling her she deserved it.

She heard Michael chuckle after she thanked him, a satisfied little chuckle, the chuckle of the victor in battle, like he knew full well how hard it was for her to thank him and hearing her do it anyway just made her even lower in his eyes, someone to laugh at. Her face burned bright as she waited for a next blow that didn't land. She felt with a little shiver his hand taking liberties, stroking her panties, like he was taunting the heat he'd painted across her cheeks right beneath the fabric, his fingers dancing along the curve between her bottom cheeks, pressing her panties into the crevice a little, making her tense a little at what he might do, but it was as if he was just exploring every little way he could toy with her, embarrass her,examining every way her bottom might look as he stroked it.

Katherine squirmed a little in his lap and immediately regretted it, knowing he would take it the wrong way, thinking that the heat she was struggling with was a desire to be treated this way like he kept saying, rather than the heat of embarrassment and regret and just a little light stinging pain. Actually, his spanking wasn't even that bad, really, not compared to other things he'd done, but it was just the act of lying face down across his lap to willingly take it, thanking him for each dose of punishment.

Katherine stared sullenly at the floor, letting him do as he pleased to her bottom as she waited for him to spank her again, not wanting to break her concentration and have to bring herself back to this difficult place of being able to thank him for it. She waited, and waited, but he was just making her wait, like that was part of the punishment too, but she didn't thank him for that.

Finally he spoke, and she felt the tension go out of her body, thinking this closing pedantic lecture was the end of it. He talked about what she already understood, his fingers pressing between her bottom cheeks, the fabric of her panties getting pulled even tight as spoke. She nodded even though he probably wasn't looking, having already learned the lesson herself, to be careful about speaking rudely based on assumptions, probably best not to speak rudely at all, certainly around Michael, but especially when it might be hurtful and wrong. But he talked about something else she was wrong about, and as his fingers and words pressed even further into her, she felt her face burn. She felt so stupid. Jess was a willing employee, someone who was more like Michael than her, and he'd known it all along, let her babble on like an idiot. So stupid, she felt so stupid, her face burning hot as he clearly enjoyed exposing her like this.

His words trailed off, as if he'd finally shamed her enough, and she waited for his hand to stop pressing down on her back, so she could get up and do, well, whatever was next for the day, hopefully her homework or exercise of some of the things she needed to do that he didn't seem to care one whit about. But he just kept holding her down across his lap, pressing her belly against his cock, and she wondered if he was actually trying to rub himself against her like that, but it didn't seem like it. So why didn't he...

The crack of palm against her skin was sudden. More of her bare bottom was exposed as he'd stuffed a bunch of her panties up into the crack in her butt, pulling the fabric across so it didn't cover her nearly as much. This crack was way harder than before and a total unexpected shock. Katherine's head flew back, her hair flying and she yelped in pain, her legs scissoring behind her. "Owwwww," she cried out, shoulders twisting as she tried and failed to look back at him with smoldering resentment for hitting her so hard and out of the blue like that. She caught only the slightest glimpse of the look in his eyes before her torso fell back face down, staring at the floor. His look had been so intense and she realized her punishment wasn't over but just beginning.

Katherine sucked in hard, closing her eyes as her body went taut in his lap. Hold on, she told herself. Just hold on and get through it, it's just pain, just trying to teach you a lesson, just let it go. And don't make it worse. Through gritted teeth she murmured into the floor, "Thank you." He hit her again and she bit her lip to stifle the yelp, to hold herself still. "Thank you." Again, thanking him again, the pain building, her bottom on fire. He was spanking her faster and faster and it was getting harder to keep up, thanking him for each, harder to stay silent as the pain become too much. She was losing it, no longer thanking him at all, just moaning and crying out in pain, her body bucking and thrashing in his lap with each stinging crack, his hand having to work to keep her a still and easy target.

As the blows rained down on her bottom, her legs were kicking behind her and she felt herself losing control of her body, her mature resolve gone. She couldn't hold still, couldn't keep quiet. One hand reached back, trying in vain to shield herself, to grab his wrist and stop the pain, but all he did was swat her lower, avoiding her hand before slapping her away, and then spanking between her legs even. The blow right between her panties, sickeningly smacking right against her panties, hard and cruel as all the others, made her spasm and jerk with pain, hating the way the sensation of pain just joined all the other mixed up signals zipping around in her body. It was too much, more than she could take, and she felt a tear run down her sizzling cheek, unable to stop him, unable to protect herself, and not even trying very hard anymore as she lay limply in his lap, taking the pain, unable to fight him anymore.

She waited for the next blow, sobbing quietly as her bottom hurt more than she thought possible. Spankings had always been something she thought happened to naughty kids from parents who didn't know any better how to discipline them. They didn't hurt, they chastised and kids just cried because they were little and didn't know any better like adults did how much pain was real pain and what was just an annoyance. A spanking was supposed to be an annoyance, no big deal, just embarrassing really, but not something beyond a mature woman's ability to take. Katherine had been so wrong. She felt another tear running down her nose and drip to the floor as she moaned fearfully, waiting for another hard smack she didn't know she could handle. Her bottom hurt, burning so hot she couldn't stand it, and her legs were in constant motion, trying to deal with it without thought, just a body reacting to pain.

But he stopped. His hand settled on the heat of her bottom, making her wince and jerk even from that touch. It hurt. How would she be able to sit down if just the lightest touch was so painful? That wasn't a spanking, it was utter cruelty, and more than she deserved, she thought. She had accepted she had earned some discipline, some punishment, but like always he had taken whatever she gave and then taken ten times more as well, going way too far. But the lesson was burned into her bottom and her heart. She would be careful with her words. And she thought of Jess, one more possible ally gone. She was alone here with him, no one on her side.

His hand was in the small of her back now, holding her down still over his throbbing cock so disgustingly excited by having hurt her, holding her down for his final lecturing words. The punishment was over because he thought it should be, his tone that everything was his decision was clear to her, but she didn't say anything, not trusting herself not to be rude. He hoped she learned her lesson, repeating it again as if he expected she wasn't smart enough to remember it herself. She stayed silent except for a soft sniff, just nodding her head, an answer that couldn't get her in trouble.

His hands rubbed her bottom, making her squirm against him and wince in pain, gasping but not fighting back, keeping her hands in front of her and biting her lip again to keep from letting the pain escape her lips. Finally he lifted both hands, but she stayed across his lap, afraid to get up without him telling her to, afraid she would earn more discipline she couldn't take. Her bottom hurt so much, she couldn't bear the thought of being punished any more so she lay across his lap, ignoring the feeling of a little moisture seeping from his hard cock against her bare skin, trying not to let it visibly sicken her.

There was a pause between them and she still stared at the floor, not wanting to see his eyes looking at her body, to see the smile her painfully red bottom was probably giving him. Only when he talked about what came next did she start to struggle to her feet ever so gingerly, moaning with the pain of moving, her face as bright red as her bottom and looking away from him as he talked about watching TV, hinting whatever privacy he had thought to give her was a think of the past.

She didn't know what he meant, but something in his tone made her shiver, knowing if it made him happy it couldn't be good for her. But she bit her lip to keep from answering back, to say something about not watching TV because it was like candy for the brain rather than books which were like vegetables and protein. Her bottom hurt too much for her to risk talking back, so she just bit her lip to keep silent, sniffed back another tear as she stared at the floor, and nodded her head, so he couldn't accuse her of not agreeing with him. The angle of her shoulders saying clearly what she couldn't trust with her lips, "Ok, yeah, whatever, you'll do whatever you want despite what I think, so fine." It was a rebellious teenager look, not something she was used to ever using herself, but it came easily like a suppressed instinct suddenly awakened, so many new things Katherine didn't understand swirling around in her body under the cover of her pain.
How bad could a little shallow TV be? Probably make her watch Barney or Sesame Street, make her feel even more than she already did like a stupid little kid. She stopped trying to guess what he would do, knowing whatever she could imagine, he was sicker than she could understand.

 

[DomG]

He wanted her, he needed her right then and there, his cock was so hard that it was practically painful for him. It wasn't just the pain that he had caused her in teaching this little lesson but it was also the power that he had and the shame she felt, things that all came together so that he wanted nothing more then to throw her up onto the table and bury his cock deep within her, this time face to face with her so that she could see just how much he was enjoying himself, take in every detail of his pleasure as he reminded her that she might hate him but she couldn't deny the way her body would respond to him. Hell even the look she gave him when he mentioned that they would be watching TV made him want to fuck her all the more, knowing that she couldn't lie to him when his cock was inside of her, when she was moaning in pleasure she was entirely honest about what she was feeling even if she wasn't able to form a coherent thought.

“Looks like that are far beneath you Katherine.” He chided softly as he stood up, softly stretching and walking away from her, expecting her to follow. In truth his opinion about television was very similar to hers, most of it was vapid and empty, existing only to fill time in a persons day or in the case of the twenty four hour news channels, keep people informed without them really learning anything at all. There were of course some exceptions though, the occasional TV show that was well made, intelligently written and well active could be a real treat and there were a few shows like that which Micheal made time for every week, little ways to unwind and just enjoy himself without having to think to hard about anything.

And of course to make that indulgence a little more enjoyable he had a rather large television and a comfortable room set up to watch it in. It was to this room that he was walking, not even caring to cover up at all as the windows of this room were blocked completely by the fence along the side of his house. Like so much of the rest of the house this was furnished with leather and dark woods but where other rooms would have art that was either suggestively or explicitly erotic depending on how private the room you were in... this room was filled with his entertainment. The walls were covered in book shelves, large chapter books, comics and graphic novels dominating much of the space but where there weren't book shelves there were instead racks of DVDs, hundreds of them of all sorts, from TV series and summer block busters to art house films where the entire movie was filmed in black and white, spoken in French and with Spanish Subtitles only.

“Take a seat...” He instructed her with a small smile as he pointed to the couch set right before the flat screen TV, carefully positioned so that someone sitting on it would easily be able to see the entirety of the screen and of course remain in the sweet spot of the surround sound. “I will be right back, I have to go get what you will be watching.”

Quickly he left the room, heading towards his bedroom and after a moment digging into the book shelf there he was able to dig out the flash drive that had been placed in the camera he had set up earlier and with the drive in hand he made his way back into the family room that he used as a personal theater. “Now before you watch this I want you to be aware that as soon as we are done I will be turning it over to you, it is the only copy that exists... but if you get up at any time or try to avoid watching it then I will hold onto it until you complete the viewing.” Moving to the TV he plugged the flash drive into it and then settled back onto the couch next to her, making himself comfortable as he turned on the TV with the remote, the tv showing his bedroom, empty at that moment. “Now the sound sound quality isn't perfect but I have no doubt you might enjoy the show anyway... all you need to do is watch this and see how much you had enjoyed it... and should you feel the need then you have my full permission in advance to enjoy yourself.” A little fast forwarding, the camera had been running for a while but after a few moments it was showing them entering the room on the screen. “You can of course tell yourself that you only enjoyed it because I was forcing the pleasure upon you even through the humiliation... but I suspect that you might have enjoyed it because of less conventional aspects.”

The sound wasn't great, what he was saying came in a little muted, but it could still be heard if you strained and Micheal was perfectly ready to enjoying seeing how Katherine reacted to the images she was going to be forced to confront.

 

[skittish_butterfly]

Michael stood up, telling her looks like the one on her face were far beneath her, and Katherine nearly blurted out that no they weren't which only made her feel more stupid after her mind caught up to her heart and stopped her from making a fool of herself. She just bit her lip and kept quiet, not caring what he thought of her looks as long as it only got her scolded rather than scalded on her bottom again. Maybe she shrugged a teeny bit, or maybe it was more of a flinch as he stood up, but if her expression changed at all, it was unintentional.

He just walked right out of the kitchen though, all but ignoring her after his chiding little comment, leaving Katherine alone in her underwear, blinking as she watched his naked backside receding. She couldn't help noticing how Michael didn't even bother covering himself again with the robe, and she knew all too well how his naked cock must be jutting out proudly in front of him as he headed for the other rooms. She couldn't help wondering how long it would be until a neighborhood kid would peek in through some window and get an eyeful, probably getting Michael kicked out of the homeowners association. But it didn't seem to concern him a bit as he walked with an easy confidence like he didn't have a care in the world, which bothered Katherine. With all the moral stains on his heart, he should have a few concerns, he shouldn't be walking so easily like he owned the world. He should be walking with a guilty little hunch to his shoulders, a furtive pace like the world was going to realize what a monster he was. It was just wrong that he got to walk with his shoulders back and his muscles all working so perfect and relaxed like that.

As her various thoughts of annoyance with him and the heat on her bottom nipped at her brain, she didn't realize until he was all but out of the room that she was getting left behind. Well good, let him leave me alone for awhile, was her first thought. But the farther away he got, the more anxious she became, until Katherine found herself scurrying after him, the worry he expected her to keep up or be punished just too much for her.

She followed him through the living room she'd been in when she first arrived the previous night and through another door into what seemed to be an entertainment room, at least based on the huge TV and all the comics and novels and DVDs adorning the room's many wall-length shelves. Katherine paused her step for just a moment as she looked around with a quick swivel of her head at how much he'd collected here, but then picked up her pace again to stay close. She didn't know whether he was walking her through this room just to show off, or if this was the actual destination, until he pulled up in front of the plush leather couch facing the screen and told her to sit down.

Katherine looked at the couch and then back at him, and back and forth a couple times more as her mind couldn't help racing over paranoid possibilities, imagining things a girl like her by rights really shouldn't even know about. Her eyelids flickered briefly as she looked back at him one last time, unconsciously measuring the intensity of his gaze, the set of his jaw and eyebrows, the tension in his forearms and legs, and other subtle signs that spoke to her need to predict if he was unhappy with her, or in a mood that was going to lead to moer punishment.

It was his small smile that finally broke through her indecision and let her bend her knees and settle down on the couch as he watched. Katherine grimaced the moment her panties grazed the leather, her bottom blazing anew at even the slightest bit of her weight coming down on it, the cool of the leather painful against the heat radiating from the handprints reddening her skin under and around her panties. She couldn't help or control her body's sharp reaction to the pain, quickly bending her side to rest more of her weight on her hip, like she was half lounging on her side with her elbow resting for support on the armrest. Her upturned hip felt so on display leaning to the side like that, the fabric of her underpants drawn tight over her pelvis, so Katherine drew her knees up, surrendering the reassuring contact of her feet against the floor in exchange for a more natural pose, with her legs curled up together beside her so she wasn't quite so exposed, and so she looked a little more like a lounging royalty or at least a comfortable cat rather than a painfully spanked girl struggling with having to sit on the couch. Her bottom still hurt, but at least she was able to keep the worst of it from having to put up with the contact of the couch. She grimaced, but managed to look back up at him just un time to hear him say he'd be right back and watch him strut right back out of the room, leaving her alone in her slightly contorted pose on the couch.

Katherine's eyes scanned the room, finding nothing especially sinister to be afraid of: no cage, no chains, not even lewdly intimidating artwork on the walls. Still, her mind flashed on the thought of walking right out while he was gone. But all she had to do right now, if he was to be believed, was watch some TV. She hoped it wasn't going to be college football, remembering how her dad sometimes watched that on Saturday mornings when she was very little and he still lived with them, getting annoyed with Katherine's attempts to get his attention away from a stupid game. It wasn't until years later she understood both how important football could be in a college environment, and how much money her dad essentially had riding for the university on the football program. Still, she really hoped that wasn't it, but based on Michael's having to "go get" what she'd be watching, it didn't seem like it was going to be football.

Michael strode back in, drawing Katherine's eyes away from scanning the titles on his shelves. Having expected the shelves to hold nothing but porn and cartoons, Katherine's eyes were wide from his unexpectedly eclectic and sophisticated media collection, and as she turned back to him from her slightly awkward half-reclined pose on the couch she had to force her eyes to narrow again, so he wouldn't mistakenly think she regarded him with anything but suspicion, disdain and contempt.

He started talking about the apparently rare bit of media he wanted her to watch. Her face reddened slowly not just from the slow realization of what he was probably holding and planning on actually playing, but mostly from the embarrassment of not having realized it sooner. It had to be some embarrassing thing about herself, she started to understand, probably his babes-I-banged-cam view of what he did to her. The look of contempt came more easily to her eyes again as she listened to him telling her she had to watch the whole thing or she wouldn't get it back.

Katherine gasped, realizing the stakes between them had somehow just gone up a little, more than just a public admission of defeat on the line for her now but the risk that he held video proof of her degrading submission. He wouldn't show it to anyone else! Her eyes narrowed even more as she strained her neck a little from her curled up position to watch him take a seat a little bit too close to her on the couch. He wouldn't would he? After all, he'd said he'd give it to her, the only copy. So long as she did what he said and watched it all. Her heart briefly flared with so much hate for him it hurt, making it hard for her to stifle the words gathered at her lips. She bit down, swallowing it all, afraid now not just of being spanked or stuffed back in a cage that probably still reeked of her own urine, but even more the possibility of what she'd done with him being shown to her classmates, to the world... to her dad.

The TV blipped to life, a view of his dimly lit bedroom statically displayed. Katherine could see it out of the corner of her eye as she stared at Michael, giving him the stink eye, but she made herself turned fully to the TV, taking her eyes off him only reluctantly, but not wanting to give him the idea she wasn't watching. His bedroom. She wanted to close her eyes, knowing what must be coming, but she made herself watch.

She watched the screen intently, only tiny motions as he fast-forwarded. Of course it wasn't enough for him to show off his video record of what he'd done to her, he had to make her feel worse with more of his wild speculations about her reactions. He still couldn't understand the fact that any pleasure he'd made her feel was just a... an involuntary response, something he'd forced out of her, not a sign she actually liked what he did. Still, the words made her feel very self-conscious, suddenly very aware of all the feelings in her body, guarding against the slightest sign she might be at all turned on, ready to extinguish any fire that might spark inside her before he could see it, trying to keep her focus on the pain of her spanked bottom rather than any tingling that might betray her.

The final humiliation for her was his permission to "enjoy herself." It was a bland enough thing to say, but between the two of them she understood his euphemism quite clearly. She hated his "beg permission to cum" fixation. It was so clear the depth of his sick need to completely control the women he was with, down to holding their orgasms in his perverted grip to give out only when he chose, but her face burned even hotter with the growing certainty he might well have video and audio of her begging him to let her cum just like he wanted, only too late, cumming helplessly anyway, and then getting punished beyond belief for not having begged properly. She didn't think her life could get any worse, but still, she didn't take her eyes off the screen as the fast forward finally stopped with his door opening.

The action finally starting on the TV at least helped distract her from snarling at him something stupidly defiant, like she'd never "enjoy herself" again after what he'd put her through, so he should just dream on. Katherine sat quietly, biting her lip, her free arm across her bare midriff, not sure whether she'd rather have Michael's eyes on the on-screen record of how he abused her the night before, or on her body, futilely wishing he would just go blind instead.

She watched the screen, seeing the image of Michael striding into the bedroom with her in his arms. The feeling of it came back to her in a second, being held so tight and snug against his chest she couldn't squirm away. She looked every bit the cheap hooker bride being carried across the threshold that she'd feared, the high heeled ballet boots betraying there'd been no wedding but more of a strip show at that club keeping her on display. She couldn't make out the marks that must have been around her throat from his having almost choked her unconcscious but she could feel them still, knew they must be there, explaining why she'd put up with all that came next, an investment in not using her word that she'd been reluctant to throw away. Why hadn't she? Looking back, watching it unfold like a horror movie, she wanted to scream at the screen like at a dumb blond in a slasher pic, run you idiot, just get out, what are you thinking? But she'd stayed. What was wrong with her?

In the video, the "movie" as she tried so hard to think of it so it wouldn't seem real, some conjured piece of fantasy that wasn't really her, Michael tenderly laid her out on the bed. In her memory it was much cruder, rougher, but watching it now he looked to be setting her down with some sort of care. She saw her get-up more clearly, the tight corset and the lacy little panties that hardly covered anything, both white along with the shiny high boots. And of course the collar and the ball gag thankfully he'd never used on her -- she almost wished he had,so she'd kept her mouth shut rather than getting herself into hotter and hotter water every time she opened it.

She remembered the feeling of his grip in her hair as she watched his arm pull her head up, making her look at the tiny little cage she only now understood. At the time she'd had no idea what it meant, thinking only he was just enjoying his control, showing he could treat her however he wanted, jerk her head around by the hair, make her look where he'd pleased. But now she shivered beside him on the couch, realizing what he'd really been showing her, and she felt his control of her even more the next morning even as she wasn't bound or constrained by anything other than his will now. Why had she let herself fall into the this trap, every squirm and wriggle of resistance only getting her more helplessly stuck in it?

She watched as he unbound her wrist under her body, could see how freeing them from beneath the small of her back finally let her exposed belly relax a little as she didn't have to arch over her tightly curled fists. The words were muffled and his speech had been firm but quiet enough it was hard to hear, but she remembered all too clearly. He'd told her to take off the boots. She watched it with horror, her eyes going wide as she tried to wish it to turn out differently, silently calling herself stupid over and over, failing to stop herself from throwing them across the room like a rebellious child after her bare legs were finally exposed.

Katherine actually said the word no out loud, softly, but she heard it, her heart aching so much from what she saw herself doing, what she was watching another Katherine-version bring down on herself. Oh, how she yearned to look away but she watched him chain her neck to the headboard. The slap of her face, remembering the shameful sting all over again, remembering her futile apologies as she'd realized only to late that she'd gone to far -- how many times had she felt that horrible understanding only too late, and when would she figure out how to resist without resisting too much? Was it even possible?

It went on and she kept watching. His cock was visible on screen and Katherine trembled on the couch, tasting it again in her mouth even before he forced it into her mouth in the video. It hadn't been so bad at the start, sort of degrading to have to do something like that chained to a man's bed, but nothing like what came after when he took what he wanted from her, apparently unsatisfied with what she'd offered. Katherine ran her fingers through her hair as she watched him grip her with it on screen, forcing himself deeper until she was choking on him, watching her hands flailing and clinging to his legs as she'd panicked. The horror of feeling his cock in her throat came back to her all over again, all the worse knowing how all of her suffering had just brought him pleasure, and the humiliation of his cum on her face as well as in her mouth, him telling her she had to leave it there until morning -- another thing she'd screwed up, only bringing herself more misery.

It hurt to watch. As much as she tried to imagine it wasn't her on screen but just one of his many porno videos, it didn't work. She felt his hand prints on her bottom flaring hot, remembering each painful or disgusting touch against her skin that she saw on the screen all too fully, almost reliving each horrible thing over again. She remembered the taste of his cum, wanting to spit it made her so disgusted even just sitting next to him on the couch. And she knew what came next too. He'd turned her over and taken her like a dog, only after making her choose it for herself -- just like he'd made her choose her punishment this morning! It made her shiver again, and her hand drifted from her midriff to her hip, wishing she could lay her arm out just right to cover the little quivering muscles in her legs as they started rubbing ever so subtly against each other.

Katherine remembered him fucking her. It had been horrible. But overwhelming too. She felt him inside her all over again, so hard and thick, like she'd never experienced before, not just his size but the way he took her, making sure she felt it. She remembered the feeling of being pounded down into the mattress, her face slick with sperm against the sheet, smelling him, feeling him, all the sensations coming back. Holding still against the embarrassing memories playing out right in front of her eyes felt more and more impossible and she realized she'd forgotten her careful patrol of her emotions and feelings.

Katherine tensed, trying to feel nothing, or at least hide from anything she did feel, but the sense of her nipples poking against the constraining fabric of her bra was hard to ignore. Could he hear the way her breath sounded in her own ears? She prayed not. A quick glance to him was all she could risk, worried he was looking at her, that he would recognize the little twitches she was struggling to conceal. But then back to the screen to watch him fuck her like an animal, seeing her own face scrunching up with each pounding stroke, knowing what was coming up soon, that final humiliating plea for permission. too little too late. And all that earned her afterward.

"Please, can't we stop this? Am I being punished?" Why was he making her watch this? "You already spanked me, did I do something else wrong? Can't we watch... college football or something, anything else?" She desperately needed him to turn it off. Her hand was stroking the bare skin of her hip, just short of the widest ranging redness of his handprint on her bottom, and she just wanted to sink into the couch and disappear. Or stroke herself, one or the other, if she could just do it without him watching or knowing, afraid even to herself what it said about her.

 

[DomG]

Micheal was of course enjoying the video immensely, almost as much as he had actually enjoyed degrading her in such a way the night before, the way that he had happily smeared his cum over her face and then roughly fucked her, forcing her to chose in the manner that he was going to take her. Normally watching himself on camera did nothing at all for him, it was always such a sterile thing that he did to ensure that the movies would come out properly and sell properly... but in this case it was the opposite to him. Perhaps it was the hidden camera aspect of the whole thing or even the fact that Katherine had clearly been so conflicted by the entire thing once he was fucking her... and it might just be the fact that she was clearly immensely conflicted at that very moment. He could see it out of the corner of his eyes, the subtle hint of her nipples through her bra and of course the way that her thighs were rubbing together even as her hand slipped from midriff to her hips.

He caught her glancing at him and smirked openly at her, knowing how nervous she must be, knowing that she must not want him to know exactly what she was experiencing as she was made to watch herself be degraded and fucked like a wild animal. Watching it was of course refreshing his own memory of the experience, the way that she responded to his every touch, the way she screamed and bucked like a bitch in heat that couldn't control herself.

The question she asked was one that only made him smile a little bit more... he might enjoy watching football but he also ensured that it was recorded each and every weeks games, he was going to enjoy making her watch the entire video and then perhaps he would watch some football and have a beer when he let her go for the day. “This isn't about punishment...” He said slowly, his voice soft as though he were again explaining a simple concept to her. “You can claim that I am punishing you all you like but we both know that you got off on what I did to you... and you are getting off on the footage of it.”

Sensing the timing was right, and of course in need of some release himself, Micheal quickly thrust a hand between her clenched thighs, easily able to force his fingers into the gap and then rubbing them against her through the damp material of the panties that separated him from her cunt. His other hand reached across his body, gripping her throat just beneath the jaw and pulling her into a searing kiss, his lips crashing against hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth and exploring aggressively, both the kiss and his hand meant to steal away her breath while his fingers rubbed against her slit through the thing and dampening material.

He wasn't going to give her a chance to break off the kiss or avoid what he had for her until he was ready, his fingers pressing harder, hand tightening on her throat until when he judged that she was about to start struggling and fighting for air he released her and broke the kiss, his teeth catching her lip as the kiss was broken. “Maybe you think I am some sort of terrible sadist... and you might be right.” He admitted as he lifted his hand from between her legs, ensuring she could see the moisture that had gathered. “But what I want is for you to just admit how much you have been enjoying what I can do for you.” Pressing his wetted fingers to her lips, wanting to give her a taste of herself. “But maybe you think that its just because I forced you to enjoy it... but even if I were to make love to you like some Prince Charming fantasy I would still have you cumming like nothing else before.” Leaning in he brushed his lips over her ear, teeth scraping ever so lightly against her flesh. “Beg me Katherine... if you beg then I will show you that I can enjoy you as an equal... maybe I will even let you be on top if you ask nicely.”

 

[skittish_butterfly]

It was a struggled for Katherine to mask any openly disrespectful facial expressions as Michael answered that forcing her to sit through the video of her previous night's humiliations, watching them and experiencing them a second time now, wasn't punishment, that she was -- of course -- wrong again. But he made such a big deal out of explaining it that it definitely felt like punishment to her, or at least one of his many lessons. Regardless of it actually was, Katherine could tell quite clearly what it wasn't. This was no idle chat between equals. He was talking down to her so pedantically again in that way she hated, repeating yet again how sure he was she actually craved being treated this way. He was convinced she got off on it -- and for sure there he meant, like, ready-to-actually-cum "getting off" and not just the warm tightness she was really feeling. That would probably be too subtle a sensation to move the needle on Michael's scale. The whole brief one-sided conversation definitely sounded though like he wanted it to feel like punishment to her, while still safe-guarding his right to use the term punishment for bigger things later. Katherine didn't like the game he was playing with her, but didn't know what she could do to change it other than play along and wait for time to run out.

When he finally went silent, she was still studiously ignoring the images right before her eyes, of her practically naked body, face smeared with his cum. It was weird watching him kneeling over her from behind, eyes a little wide as she finally witnessed what he actually looked like screwing her with such intensity. He looked so much bigger than her in the video she didn't know how she'd gotten through it, and she was sure that even now under the red marks of her spanking she was probably still bruised too from the pounding he'd given her. She could almost feel it, not just the bruising but the memory of the awful rhythmic hammering driving her down into the mattress, feeling so out of control. And she could hear it too, just like it was happening all over again, the slap-slap-slap of his body against hers, rocking her back and forth on the mattress, his harsh animal grunts communicating how devoted he was to the task. She'd hated being used like that, so utterly violated, and yet here was the video proof of how she'd reacted to it, being forced to listen to her own moaning and yelping as bad as any punishment Michael could concoct for her even if he tried. It only made him worse to feel him sitting so close on her left side, close enough he might be sharing a small bowl of popcorn rather than just trying to invade her space and make sure she couldn't let her guard down.

Before she could come to any answer about how to put a stop to the video and his taunting smugness, Michael's hand flashed out as he turned to her fully. She didn't so much see it as just feel it, completely surprised since her eyes were still for the most part locked on the screen just as he demanded. His hand found her lap, right where her thighs came together, where her legs were still gently tensing again and again in almost the same rhythm of his hips pounding her on the screen, rubbing back and forth just enough that he must have noticed. His fingers were insistent, relentless, wriggling and prying until he had her legs separated just enough to get his hand at the crotch of her simple pink cotton panties. She was shocked as his probing fingers made it embarrassingly clear to her what was going on with her body, even if he wasn't surprised at all. The feel the damp warmth of the fabric trapped between her soft shaved skin and his probing fingers heated her cheeks even more than watching herself getting worked over on screen.

Katherine's eyes fluttered uncertainly as all of her natural instincts instantly went to war with more newly acquired reactions, learned only recently through all the pain and humiliation she'd suffered at Michael's hands. Predictably, her head turned to him, eyes glaring, so ready to yell at him. Her left hand -- the one not dedicated to keeping her weight on her hip rather than her painfully spanked bottom as she leaned on her right side with him to her left -- went straight to his wrist.

Yet she couldn't bring herself to fight him off, not fully. Her lips just released a long slow breath without actually saying a word. She remembered how speaking without thinking, how denying him what he wanted had earned her such things as a night in a cage with her face resting in a puddle of piss. Her hand rested on his wrist, but she didn't actually grasp or push or struggle against his arm, like she was struggling with her own indecision more than with him. Slowly, her face turned back to the screen, a glare still furrowing her eyebrows but not ready to risk what he might do if she actually let him have it.

Her fingers could feel the muscles in his forearm bunch and release, tense and shift, as his fingers went to work on the damp fabric between her legs. Katherine wished she could wriggle away from him, to somehow turn her pelvis or bring her knees up tighter so he wouldn't be able to feel the wetness he would for sure think were caused by the embarrassment of the video and the lingering pain of her spanking. But the couch's armrest was snug against her, already leaving her no room to slide over, and unless she wanted to go through the sting of setting her red-spanked bottom fully against the couch, she wasn't going to be able to squirm away from him at all. She just knew what he was feeling would give him the wrong idea, that she actually wanted the things his broken heart loved doing to her.

Katherine's only real response was to draw her bare thighs together as tightly as she could around his wrist, as if maybe by trapping his big hand she might be able to at least stop him from stroking her quite so effectively. Because it was really just the stroking that was doing it to her, and maybe the desperate moaning sounds on the video caused by so much that was wrong yet sounding strangely right in her ears.

But a little moaning, a little wetness or even squirming under his touch didn't mean she agreed with the things he said about her needs, not one bit. So even as her hips and pelvis moved on their own, trying to match the pace and intensity of Michael's touch, her thighs at least tried to show him a little resistance, though even that was feeble and short-lived. Somehow Michael had already learned exactly where she needed to be touched, or more maybe more importantly, how. He didn't touch her the way she touched herself, not gentle and patient and precise, yet the longer he kept at it, even with her legs trying to keep him at bay, the more she felt herself falling under his spell. It wasn't fair. It was too much for her, making her feel the effects of his experienced fingers while at the same time having to watch herself on screen mercilessly pounded right in that same tender spot, knowing already how violently it had made her cum, how it had even made her beg him for release. It was just too much to ignore, like basic biology trumping intellect, and she found her quivering legs relaxing, relenting, giving up the struggle, opening ever so slightly in surrender to this latest indignity.

She could hear her breath coming just a little harsher and for a moment couldn't tell if it was her, or the recording of him fucking her. It didn't really matter, it was both of them. For whatever reason, it felt like her body temperature was rising and her hand was starting to squeeze his wrist, but not to push him away. It had taken so little time to lose herself again like this that Katherine was really embarrassed, and worried how she would be able to explain it, how she could deny the things he kept saying about her when she seemed to be such silly putty in his hands, even while watching a recording of how badly he'd treated her. She shook her head ever so slightly in silent, feeble denial inside her own head.

Just as Katherine started to yield more fully to her body's warm flood of pleasure between her legs, Michael changed the game yet again. She didn't see the motion, too sudden and unexpected for her to fight off, especially with her attention fully on the lewd images of the two of them on-screen. His other arm snaked upward and caught her by her throat, not squeezing too hard, not yet at least, but tight enough she could feel the pulse in her neck throbbing against the pressure of his fingers. She instinctively held her head absolutely still and her hand flew from his wrist between her legs to the wrist at her throat, eyes wide with fright at the prospect of her very breath in his control once again. He pushed her back against the cushion, her grasping hand doing nothing but holding on as he trapped her without actually strangling her the way he had the night before, his strong fingers reminding her more of the tight collar he'd made her wear than a noose, feeling more to her like a symbol of his possession and control than an outright threat. Yet a threat it was, and she could feel quite clearly how he could limit or cut off her air with a simple squeeze if he chose, and she couldn't help how knowing that somehow just made her body tremble and buck that much more forcefully against his other still-stroking hand down below.

And then he took over fully, his grip on her throat holding her still as he covered her lips in a kiss that threatened to reach her soul. She had been gasping for short breaths, uncertain of how hard he might squeeze around her neck, and then even that was cut off not just by his hand but by the kiss, sealing her lips with his own.

Her hand stayed wrapped around his wrist at her throat, holding on as she felt his presence fill her again, just like on the screen, this time her mouth but the essence of it feeling so similar especially as his fingers just kept stroking away at her grinding, wet sex, and with all the gasping and moaning from the speakers only growing more pronounced. She couldn't see the screen anymore, not with Michael's presence filling her whole world now, blocking her view of anything else. But she could hear it, her own embarrassing need approaching an unwanted crescendo of pleasure as well as she listened to her feeble attempt at begging him to cum in the video, and then the horrid sound of herself cumming. She closed her eyes tight as he just kissed her deeper, unable to stop her tongue from swirling around his like it was some sort of survival instinct she couldn't help, struggling within herself to stay off the path to ruin here, to keep herself from the orgasm she felt him kindling with all his... well, with the rubbing. She felt her knees lifting and opening a little wider as her hips ground against his hand even more urgently, but thankfully he wasn't quite giving her enough that she was going to cum in unison with herself, no shameful duet with her voice crying out in passion twice at the same time.

He had her controlled and helpless with her body bucking desperately, and his finger stroked her even more firmly, just not quiet firmly enough, like he wanted to show her he knew exactly where her line was, but didn't want to give it to her. She wanted to think of herself as trying to buck him off, to resist everything he was doing to her, but Katherine knew in her heart it was nothing like that. He'd won this little battle at least, getting her heated up again, this time while forcing her to watch and listen to her own prior degradation, mixing her head up, making the sick sexy and the sexy sick.

All the sensations were just too overwhelming. With all the stroking, and the tight controlling grip at her throat holding her still for his unending soul-stealing kiss, and even his controlling grip at her throat sending all sorts of inappropriate signals up and down her body, Katherine couldn't help craving more of his firm touch between her legs, her hips not just bucking now, but her body arching obscenely for him even as her vision slowly, slowly dimmed.

Finally, Katherine was starting to fade, seeing stars, and her grip on his wrist grew more panicked. Suddenly Michael pulled away completely, his teeth snaring her lip with a final sharp painful tug before sitting back in his seat beside her, taking all sensation with him and leaving her body still reacting to what he'd taken away, bucking and humping at nothing for a moment. It was just so hard to stop the out-of-control train her body had become, all her emotions and needs still fully in motion. The sudden rush of a free breath filled her with a bit more energy and all of it seemed to go to her hips and pelvis, making it all the harder for her to get herself to sit fully still and try to pretend nothing had happened when her burning hot face said quite clearly that it had. She sat, her hips just moving the tiniest bit but feeling almost proud of herself like some ADD kid only making a little bit of noise during a lecture, a small victory of her old sense of control but such a tiny victory in a battle already lost it scarcely registered how the Katherine of a week ago would have viewed her at that moment. Her knees were still up and apart without even realizing it, but she scarcely even realized it as she sat, gasping for breath her lower lip tingling with the memory of the painful tug of his teeth. She scarcely realized what she was going on, all of her willpower devoted to simply trying to stop the desire for him to make her cum. She didn't realize the spread of her legs was displaying the wet visual evidence of her panties to him, her body openly showing him what her brain still struggled to admit even to herself, that she ached for more.

Her face slowly turned to him, and then back to the screen where her orgasm from the night before was over already, and now the worst part of the night slowly starting up in the video, watching herself crawl to the cage. He talked about how she thought he was a sadist while playing a video of himself forcing her into a tiny animal cage, and Katherine could only nod, still short of breath, her legs only slowly settling back on the couch as she still leaned to her right on her hip, her legs finally gathered together in front of her, sitting more or less still as she watched the video and listened to him beside her.

He held his hand in front of her and openly said the things she really wished he wouldn't, showing her how wet she'd made his hand, telling her she enjoyed it, telling her to admit it how much she enjoyed it. And she knew he meant more than just the rubbing, the whole thing. Her body was tingling too much, her hips still too eager for her to think clearly. He pressed his fingers to her lips and she caught the clear scent of herself, wetting her bottom lip right where he'd bit her, and an unwanted surge of desire flushed through her. She told herself it was only pheromones, or the power of sexual suggestion with the video playing and her own scent, it wasn't real, it wasn't her, it didn't mean what he said it did, but it was getting harder for her to deny it as she held still for it, her lips soft enough against his finger she was worried he would think she was kissing it.

She closed her eyes, pulling on every source of strength she could find, and shook her head weakly, not wanting to admit anything to him. He kept talking, then whispering enticingly right into her ear, making her hair rustle against her bare neck, words of Prince Charming and forcing amazing orgasms from her, and she felt her body responding, aching for her to just give in, to stop playing the game with him and just surrender to the pleasure. He felt her earlobe caught in his sharp teeth and her lower lip flared with sensation, like her body remembered everywhere he'd touched her, each place he'd teased, even her painfully red bottom glowing where he'd hurt her. He whispered she should beg, and she just shook her head, shook her head even though it tugged her ear painfully against the renewed trap of his teeth.

She had to stop it now or she'd be lost. What would come next if she gave in here? What would it mean if she begged him for that, and ended up crying out with another of his mind-shattering orgasms while the video played the record of him pissing on her right in front of her. What would that say about her? How could it not drag her even farther down his dark path, making it seem to him like even something like that was acceptable to her too?

Katherine risked turning from the screen finally. She had to do something or she'd be lost, and if it got her punished, maybe having him hurt her to remind her how awful he was would be better than an orgasm right now. "You force me to watch this, try to get me to accept all of this... this degradation like its normal. Yes, I admit it, you know how to make me feel good, and you know how to touch me like I didn't even know was possible. And yes, you can get me... worked up... even with this horrible video showing." She turned briefly to the screen, catching sight of herself wriggling backward into the cage, remembering the light scrape of the metal bars against her bare hips and the sound of the cage rattling like an angry rabbit was pushing on the walls. Yes, it had to stop, even if he punished her, even if he didn't give her the video. Her mind flashed on the thought of people she knew seeing this, seeing what she knew was coming next on screen. But what could she do?

"Please, please," her voice was pleaded more authentically than she'd thought she could muster. "Please, stop this. I can't beg you like that, not with what's about to happen in the video. You can't expect me to beg you to fuck me -- like equals, ha! -- while making me watch a video of you... of you... pissing on me." She turned to the screen again, seeing her body almost all the way in the cage but still not contorted enough to fit, remembering how she'd struggled to squeeze herself in for him with no idea of how degrading his reward would be.

"Turn it off. Turn it off and I'll beg. You... I know you can tell, I do want to, but not like this, not while watching that." Her eyes flicked to the screen to be clear. "I know, you'll keep the video, you said that. I'm supposed to be afraid who you'll show it to, right? But can you promise you're not going to abuse me or fuck me or embarrass me again for the next six months, and that you couldn't just make another video of me just like it anytime you pleased? So, so, just go ahead and use this one. I don't care." She glared at him, wishing she'd played more poker so she knew how to bluff better.

Her heart pounded with fear her carefully reasoned bluff might be wrong, that she would be getting herself into more trouble she realized. But this couldn't go on, she couldn't give in to the pleasure he was teasing her with. If she didn't stop it here, he'd have her cumming while they watched him pissing on her, while she watched her own misery cramped in a tiny cage, and she'd never recover from such a thing. That's not something a girl's dignity can recover from. She just prayed the price of putting a stop to it wouldn't be all of her friends and on-campus admirers -- her family, her father -- seeing the clip itself. Or another spanking on her still painful bottom or worse. She prayed he would be reasonable, but Katherine couldn't even remember what reasonable was anymore, and was pretty sure he'd had the word erased from every dictionary in his house.

 

[DomG]

Micheal was ready for her to look away from the screen and the moment she was no longer looking at it he paused it with the push of a button, the screen displaying her as she was forcing herself into the confines of the cage that he had made her spend the night in. He knew what was coming of course, he hadn't intended to make her watch that part in particular but instead wanted to focus entirely on the pleasure that she had enjoyed. Still it was something he was considering now as she was begging him not to make her watch that... after all if it was something she was afraid to watch then there might be a special aspect to that particular scene.

“I suppose I can be reasonable about this...” He said with a small smile on his face, knowing that there was no way that she would expect him to be remotely willing to play fair with her. He of course had something in mind, it wasn't a compromise for her but instead it was a trade off where he would get what he wanted and more while she would be able to avoid having to watch him piss all over her while he fucked her just like he had done the night before. “I will even be willing to stop the video right now and hand it over to you. I never had any intention of showing this video to someone else Katherine, nor do I ever intend to show anyone any footage of you that I might film.” Not denying that he would film her again, oh he would enjoy making her watch time and again as she traveled down the path that she had so readily stepped onto.

Smiling now, his fingers pressing between her legs once more, the fabric there not the slightest barrier to him, he could feel her cunt almost as though it was bare skin that his fingers were teasing, trying to finger fuck her through the soft material. “I am going to fuck you again though... and what you call abuse is something that you are going to come to love before long.” Fingers digging in deeper now, the footage started back up and advancing in slow motion so that when the part she feared most came to pass she would be seeing it in all the glorious detail, unable to miss a single moment of it and of course increasing the urgency of her decision.

“Now for what I want from you Katherine, not only are you going to beg me for the relief that you so desperately need, but you will ride my cock and you will call me daddy when you are begging me.” Oh the humiliation that he was trying to inflict on her now, he knew that she had issues with her father but to him the idea came to him like a lightning bolt to the brain, a master stroke of genius that would bring her to a new low. Oh him pissing on her had no doubt disgusted her at a purely physical level but to have her daddy issues exploited by a man who was going to fuck her, a man whom she might hate but could make her feel pleasure like no other... the smirk was in place as his fingers started to slowly pull away from her once more, giving her plenty of opportunity to try and keep the fingers pressed against her.

He was watching her closely, wanting to see the conflict in her eyes while the video of them drew closer and closer, in slow motion he could be seen locking the cage, it wouldn't be long now and of course after that he could always rewind, force her to watch it as many times as it took to get exactly what it was he wanted. "Now you had best start begging Katherine... you don't have much time left."

 

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Katherine was almost a little surprised he'd let her say all that. She thought maybe Michael just hoped she'd say something stupid and make it worse for herself -- he'd like that, wouldn't he? Instead of silencing her, or interrupting her to bend her over his knee again or anything like that, he'd let her go on. If she'd said anything too outrageous it wasn't obvious from his expression, and she certainly didn't think she'd pushed him too far. She'd pretty much just said things that really shouldn't even have needed saying: that she didn't trust him to not make more x-rated films of her and to show them so why should she care what he did with this one, especially if it meant sitting still for him fondling her to the edge of orgasm while making her watch the worst of what she still clearly remembered from her long night in the cage?

Why indeed? He paused the button and spoke to her calmly, like he was actually considering being reasonable. He even tried to reassure her he'd hand it over right away and that he would never show any footage of her to anyone else -- footage? was there more? or there would be?

It sounded too good to be true, too much left vague or unsaid and Katherine knew she probably should have felt more suspicious. But her body was just too worked up from the way he'd been fondling her, her mind too over-anxious about having to watch the scene of him pissing on her -- she'd only felt rather than seen the horror of it the night before because he'd been standing over her and her face had been trapped at floor level by the little cage's low entrance. She didn't want the image of what he'd done to her seared in her retinas, playing back in her mind as she tried to get back to her normal life once this was over.

Katherine desperately needed to believe Michael could be reasonable, like he said, that he really was admitting he'd gone too far and was going to pull back from making it even worse now. "Thank you," she whispered through gritted teeth as her limbs remained taut and almost trembling in her awkward position beside him, trying not to let any contact with him or the couch hurt her stinging, spanked bottom and trying even harder not to let her body accept the pleasures his knowing touch so insistently forced on her, trying desperately not to cum or even want to. He was still smiling and his fingers reached back between her still parted legs, as if he thought stroking her was some sort of apology. It was sad really, but she held still for it, aware that everything was relative with him and he could be so, so much worse. If all he wanted to do was stroke her damp panties, maybe even make her cum again like the night before -- at least without a whole club looking on this time or his cum on her face -- well, again, maybe she should just accept that as progress with him. She couldn't help the little gasp as his probing fingers pressed, the damp fabric slipping slickly against her bare skin and soft hidden folds.

But his words that followed made it hard for Katherine to cling to the fantasy his stroking her was some sort of apology. He announced his plan to fuck her again, which made her body tense again despite her inability to completely close her legs to him, and then he returned to his confident boasts that he was sure she would eventually love the degrading, sadistic way he insisted on treating her. He was so wrong, but she was having a hard time convincing her tensing legs or gasping lungs to prove it to him.

Why did even his reasonable side have to be so unreasonable? She'd even thanked him, couldn't he just have said "you're welcome?" Katherine's eyes flashed to him, lingering on his arrogant smirk, the way his eyes lingered over her, not finding a drop of remorse in his expression and utterly embarrassed for having momentarily believed she'd felt regret in his exquisite rubbing between her legs. He pressed the remote and his eyes flicked to the screen, like he was really pleased with himself and Katherine's eyes couldn't help following his. She found the frozen image of herself nearly backed into the cage now moving forward in slow motion into worse and worse territory, giving her a most appalling view of her naked bottom slowly and lewdly wiggling and squirming until she'd managed to squeeze herself fully into the cage. She walked with fascinated dread, unable to look away as he stroked her and talked.

Finally he named his price for letting her beg without having to watch the worst of what he'd done to her on the video. He still expected her to beg, yes, that didn't surprise her at all given how well she thought she understood him by now. It was just the little addition that made her stare at him with eyes wide in horror, not believing he would even think such a thing. He wanted her begging to be include asking to ride his cock and to call him daddy in doing it.

She knew her expression was raw and vulnerable, just the way she felt as his demand sank in while he continued stroking her. Katherine blinked as she looked back at his challenging eyes. He looked so pleased with himself. How did he know that in private she had always called him Daddy? And why would he even think of such a... such a disgusting thing? Her mind flashed with the image of her riding his cock like he said, straddling his lap and facing him like she used to face her father when he would still come home to them after a long day of work, begging him to spend time with her. She winced in shame as Michael's face in the horrid imagined scene morphed into her father's, into Daddy's. She shook her head in slow denial, then stared back at him, not believing he wasn't taking it back as she blinked back tears of shame.

He pulled his fingers from between her legs, and ironically that only made her feel worse, that little bit of pleasure gone and only making it more obvious once he stopped and left her alone how her hips were moving with a mind of their own, as if they didn't think the idea of begging "Daddy" to let her ride his cock was a bad idea at all.

She turned away from him, not wanting him to see if a tear should actually reach her cheek as she struggled with his latest demand. Staring at the screen as she watched him lock her in the cage made her heart ache with dread of the scenes she knew to be coming along right behind, but she couldn't look at Michael anymore, not after this.

Katherine watched the big TV as the image of Michael slowly walked off-screen, just to get her a bottle of water she remembered. How long had that taken? How much longer? She remembered with sick dread what came next, so much worse for having to watch the run up in slow motion and not know how to stop it except beg and call him Daddy.

It was just a word, right? Except it wasn't. As much as she wished her father -- Daddy -- had spent more time with her, let her visit his office, heck, wished he hadn't left her and her mother to find a family that could make him happy, Katherine still knew Daddy would never be as cruel as Michael, and it was an outrage to expect her to call him by that name.

Katherine would do anything for her father, anything to show him she loved him, to show him he could come back, that she and her mom could make him happy now if he would just come back to them, his original family. Even everything she was going through here with Michael, if she was honest with herself, carried the heavy hope that it would get Daddy's attention, that it would make him love her the way she wanted. If she could somehow get the best of a scumbag like Michael, weather the worst he could dish out and accomplish something important here, then Daddy would have to want her again, wouldn't he? Nothing alike, these two men, nothing. Except somehow Katherine's emotional well-being had somehow gotten twisted around the need to earn their approval. But that hardly meant anything. And they were both powerful, in-charge men, presidents. But that meant nothing too. All that mattered was that she loved one of them and hated the other.

On screen, Michael was putting the water bottle down and sticking the straw through the bar, like he was doing her some great big favor when she remembered feeling like he was just treating her like a thirsty hamster. Katherine's heart pounded as she knew what came next. Maybe 30 seconds, maybe 45 seconds, it was hard to know in slow motion, but she had to decide quickly if she wanted to keep the image of herself being pissed on out of her head. Michael knew it too, telling her to beg before it was too late, his hand still between her legs but not touching even as her hips bucked against the air, trying to find that sensation they craved from him again.

"I can't... You're... you're nothing like him... Daddy is good and kind and he loves me... in his own way, I'm sure of it." She wasn't, but she wanted to be. "You're nothing like him... I can't..." She saw his hand reach for his cock on screen. "No.. no no no! Please, stop it." Why wouldn't her hips be still? And did her swollen nipples have to keep gently rubbing against the fabric of her bra like that? The worse it got on screen and with all that Michael demanded, the more it seemed like Michael's touch was the only thing that would soothe her body's quivering anxiety.

It was so close. He was going to piss on her in the video, and she could already smell it again in her nose, feel the splatter against the back of her head, the slowly dawning horror and disgust like it was happening all over. She couldn't watch it. It was just a word. Daddy was just a word. Why, she sometimes could scarcely remember his face, not actually having seen him since her last birthday in high school, only occasional phone calls and emails since. It shouldn't matter right? Pretend it's nothing.

"Ok! Ok! I'll beg... like you said! Please, let me ride your cock, I'll ride your cock, you can fuck me again, please Michael, just stop it, you win!" He was pointing his cock at her head in the cage on screen, but he had to stop it now. She'd told him she would surrender. Michael had better not have been lying about showing any footage of her to anyone, and she couldn't help worrying there was a camera somewhere in this room right now, recording her, wondering if she could really say what he wanted if there was a chance he might show it to.... anyone. "You have to promise me though, you have to swear on... on your mother's grave, that you aren't filming this right now." Katherine was shaking as she stared at the last few frames flickering by on the screen and thought about riding his cock, calling this awful imposter Daddy.

 

[DomG]

Oh the look of terror in her eyes when she heard what he wanted her to say. It was delicious, comparable to the disgust he had seen on her face when he had been pissing on her, an expression she was very close to getting a first hand look at should her personal issues keep her from doing what she was told to do. Honestly Micheal had no interest in letting that particular scene play over for her, it might be fun to make her see it but it seemed that his impulse, his educated guess, had struck one hell of a nerve with her and through that nerve Micheal had found the ultimate way to control her. Every young woman had some sort of issue, some kind of weakness that made them easier to take control of, it might be that they had an issue with the size of their breasts, or a hidden little kink, things that could be exploited.

And for Katherine it seemed that it might be her daddy issues. He didn't know the full details of her relationship with her father, didn't know her father at all but wondered perhaps he should arrange for the possibility to meet the man so that he might have some more insight, but in the end it wasn't the details that mattered. What did matter to Micheal was that this was a vulnerability, oh he could make her cum and make her beg for the pleasures that he could offer but that hardly made Katherine stand out when so many other young women were in the same boat. The father issues that he had suspected were there all along though, the father issues that he figured had led to her working so hard and being an over achiever... they must run much deeper then he had thought about.

Her words though, her insistence that her 'Daddy' loved her in his own way, that she was certain of it, all the while her hips trying to follow his fingers as they slowly withdrew from her soaked panties, unable to keep herself from needing the pleasures that he could offer. Oh she might have looked down on the women that he worked with before but now it was clear that she was no better then those young women who turned to porn in order to make some money... she was every bit as slutty as they behaved on screen and they were paid for their time. Well she was nearly there anyway, he knew she was moments away from giving in and begging so Micheal was ready to give her just another little push, some positive reinforcement for her good behavior.

“As far as I am aware my mother is still alive so swearing on her grave would be meaningless.” He said slowly, noting that she hadn't quite done as she was instructed and unwilling to give her what she had begged for until she had done exactly what she was told. “However I swill swear to you that this room is not currently being filmed, I am not a James Bond Villain who records every room at all times.” The push of a button, the footage pausing once more, from the looks of it just as he was positioning himself to go through with it, just before she got the golden shower that she hadn't suspected was soon coming. “So I will swear to you on my friendship with Carolyn, right now you are not being recorded in any way...”

Then a twisted grin, tugging down her panties quickly, the fast that she was half raising her hips to meet his touch making it simple while the other hand deftly unhooked her bra, exposing her to him like before, making his own need for release all the more urgent. “Now Katherine... you are almost there, just a little more and you can ride my cock until you are to weak to move and once that happens I will pin you against a wall and keep fucking you until you pass out.” A promise from him, he was going to ruin her for any other guy, redefine her idea of pleasure. “But remember that this will only happen if you call me daddy... not Sir, not Micheal... and if at any point you call me anything other then Daddy, well I will stop and just use your mouth to finish off.” A fitting enough punishment in his opinion.

“So what do you say sweetie, will you ride Daddy's cock?” Oh the perversion was fun, and watching her react was even more entertaining.

 

[skittish_butterfly]

Katherine's eyes flitted back and forth from the image of Michael standing over her caged form on screen, to his face right beside her sitting on the couch with his damp fingers still between her legs teasing her seeking hips with their closeness. His own eyes seemed locked on hers, like he was evaluating her, trying to decide if she was serious. "I'm telling the truth!" Her whisper sounded harsher than she meant it and she softened it with a single word, "Please." Her eyes pleaded with him with all the honesty she could summon, doing her best to hide and deny and suppress any lingering thought of lashing out at him as her gaze flickered briefly at the slow-motion display of him subtly adjusting his pose over her like he was readying himself in front of a toilet. "Please, Michael. Once was enough, please, I mean it."

How could he still doubt her? Katherine's eyes played over his face and everything in his expression said he still wasn't satisfied with her, like she'd turned in a first draft as a term paper, or done a shoddy job raking the front lawn back when her dad -- her real daddy -- had still been around to care. What was wrong with him, how could he be so broken that even having her basically begging him to fuck her still didn't seem to be enough?

Michael's voice sounded distressingly grim to Katherine as he started to answer her, his own eyes measuring the on-screen progress like he was waiting for just the right moment. He wasted even more of the dwindling supply of video frames telling her his mom was still alive while still letting the on-screen image of himself about to piss on her advance ever-closer in what seemed to her like super-slow-mo. Katherine's heart was in a rising panic as it didn't seem like he even planned to stop it now that she really had begged like he wanted. She shuddered at the sense memory of his urine running down her neck, plastering her hair to her shoulders. She had to get him to stop it. "That's just a saying... please..." Her eyes flicked to the screen and her plea came in an even more rushed whisper, like her words were losing a race against time and she had to catch up. "Just stop the video. Please, Michael. I just meant for you to promise, to give me some idea I could trust you. It doesn't matter."

Michael looked at her like she was calling his honor into question, when in reality she felt he didn't have any honor left to question. But it seemed to matter to him, his back straight like he was testifying in court, telling her -- swearing to her -- she wasn't currently being filmed. Katherine had bigger worries on her mind than his use of the word "currently" or any wonder what it would take for him to change that if the mood struck him. Her eyes were drawn magnetically instead to his free hand, the one with still-dry fingers, rising with the remote control pointed at the screen, pausing the image just in time.

Katherine felt relief to be spared having to watch it, but all Michael seemed to care about was that she believe his word could be relied on. He even swore on his friendship with Carolyn, which brought her eyes straight back from the remote to his face. That wasn't something he would say lightly, and she looked in his eyes, trying to understand why this was so important to him, why it seemed to matter so much to him that she believe him when in reality he could pretty much do whatever he wanted and Katherine's only defense would be to use her lavender word three times and surrender any chance of impressing the student body, the media, or especially her dad. And it irked her a bit too, the thought of Michael gloating victoriously over her, of him crowing how she really was as weak as he said, that he'd known it all along. There was a part of her that couldn't help wanting to prove herself to him, just as much as to everybody else.

But in some weird way, her approval seemed to matter to him too, as if having her believe him and trust him made a difference. He had stopped the video at least, and sworn on the one person who actually seemed to matter to him and Katherine found herself nodding just slightly. "I believe you," she said softly, feeling his warmth so close to her, "thank you, Michael." Could she show him enough good behavior, politeness, and gratitude that he might learn to respond in kind, to dull his most sadistic tendencies until maybe a little more of the real Michael might show through, a little more of that part of him that cared whether she believed him?

He broke into a grin that could have earned him Heath Ledger's role as the Joker, more disquieting than a smile had any right to be as he looked back at her. He didn't even bother with a "you're welcome" like she would have hoped if her politeness had affected him in the slightest.

His fingers, the damp ones not encumbered with the remote, just reached for her. As much as her eager hips had been unable to hide their desire for more of his touch, her body tensed but it was too late to protect herself from him. He caught her panties at the narrow point of the fabric over her right hip and tugged with a force that made them rip just a little, she could hear, but the sudden stinging scrape of the back side over her raw bottom was enough to get her up from the couch, and Michael had them tugged to mid-thigh on her in a matter of a second or two's work. At the same time, the remote thunked on the rug, dropped and forgotten as his other hand made a play for her bra, unhooking it so deftly he could be Hugh Hefner's make-out instructor.

She curled up defensively, knees pulling up together and her shoulder hunching protectively around her exposed breasts as the strap nearest him slipped down to her elbow, but it was too late. Katherine could already feel her naked breasts and frightened nipples peeking out over the bra slipping loosely from her shoulders and her half-mast panties stretched and ripped and tugged down practically to her knees weren't doing anything to cover her shaved pussy. She knew as she cowered at his side that her nakedness shouldn't matter at all, that he'd seen all of her, that he'd just finished showing a video of all the things he'd done to her naked body the previous night -- or at least almost all the things. Yet having him just strip her like that, leaving the last shreds of her clothing pulled aside and dangling and naked to his eyes so suddenly, had her arms curling around her breasts again, her normal shy modesty reignited before she could even think about whether it might get her in trouble or not.

He kept talking and his words didn't seem to care whether she was covering herself or not. Either it was just another punishment he would save for later, or maybe he didn't care at this point anymore. She didn't know. He was just telling her she was close, that she could ride his cock soon if she just did a little more. Close? More? It was like she was supposed to think of it as some sort of privilege to have him inside her.

Inside her! Condoms! He couldn't...

She started to open her mouth but he was too busy telling her what more was expected of her so she could actually ride his cock and not just be close.

Daddy.

That word again! He was serious! Begging wasn't enough. Letting him screw her, "riding" his cock as he put it as if that somehow made it more acceptable, none of that was enough. Not unless she actually called him Daddy. Her bare skin burned against the couch as she stared back at him. And Katherine shrank even a little more into the couch with despair as he made it clear it had to be now, no more delay. She had to call him that now or she would lose the chance, that if she even called him anything else a single time, Michael or Sir or whatever the hell weird ideas he had, she would be in trouble. Katherine moaned a little, feeling her world reduced to horrible options she couldn't bring herself to choose. She glanced at the paused screen, seeing the way he stood over her, then looked back at him. He wasn't her Daddy! Not even close! But that should make it easier right? He wasn't her daddy, so why did she care? Just say the word and close her eyes and... and think of Don, maybe imagine getting back together with him and letting him meekly take her.

Then he prodded her for a response, calling her sweetie just the way her real dad used to when she brought a good report card home or the first time she recited the greek alphabet correctly for him. Only he was asking if she wanted to ride "Daddy's" cock. She looked with him at horror, biting her lip because she didn't trust herself to say a single word, not even his name.

Her arms were still crossed over her breasts and she could feel even her chest was blushing hotly. She tried to reach down with one hand to tug her panties into a slightly more respectable position, so she wouldn't feel so much like a naughty girl about to get spanked -- or worse as she realized all too clearly looking back at him and the state of his own body.

The screen. Michael. Seeing the slight spread of his legs, his hand on his hips in the paused frame, cock in his other hand clearly aimed at the back of her head beneath him. Seeing the delighted look in his eyes right beside her on the couch, staring back at her with no offer of a way out. She felt like she was facing a choice between two cocks, one she would watch treat her like a toilet, the other growing hard before her eyes with the clear intention of plowing into her. Katherine closed her eyes for a mere second or two to think not wanting to risk making him wait any longer. If she didn't obey, he would make her watch the video, maybe punish her worse, and she'd probably still end up right back here again facing the same choice again. It was just stupid to fight him, foolish. Katherine convinced herself she didn't really have a choice, that doing what he said was the only option, and at least that made her feel a little less dirty for what she was about to beg for, and especially the way she was going to beg. It wasn't her choice. Michael didn't really give her a choice, choice was an illusion with him.

She turned to him, letting go of her tentative grip on her bra straps, giving up the attempt at tugging her panties up from her knees. Katherine knew what was coming and even if she did somehow get her underwear back in place, it wasn't going to save her. Nothing would, not if Michael didn't want it. Slowly she turned her eyes back to him. "Mi... uh.... Daddy." She closed her eyes, fighting a painful lump in her throat that felt like a big piece of her heart had broken loose.

"I... yes. Please Daddy. Please let me uh... let me... ride your cock. But...." She remembered the fear of what happened when women rode men's cocks bareback. A few years of therapy could maybe help her get over begging to ride "daddy's" cock, but if she did it without a condom in place, that would lead to an abortion or adoption or the end of any meaningful life she might want to live assuming the therapy worked. "But you have to wear a condom. Daddy." She said the word careful each time, so worried she might accidentally call him Michael. "I want to ride your cock, Daddy, but only if you don't make me pregnant."

She looked back at him with wide eyes, feeling horrible inside even as another part of her looked at his cock and thought about the feeling of it pounding her the night before having just watched herself on-screen helplessly begging him to cum. Katherine wished she were bone dry, so he wouldn't even be able to enter her, so he'd know how she really felt about him, but she could feel all too clearly how wet she was, how easy it was going to be for him.

 

[DomG]

He had heard her panties ripping and really couldn't care less about that particular fact, unhooking her bra didn't take much difficulty at all, it wasn't as though he lacked practice. He knew she needed him, he knew that she could either give into him or continue fighting knowing that he was soon going to end up taking her anyway, no possible way that she could avoid it. Of course Micheal knew how to control his urges, a fringe benefit of fucking whenever the slightest desire struck him, he was able to hold back for as long as he desired in order to wait for the opportune moment to take what he desired. So he remained patient, his cock hard and straining, able to smell her arousal, to feel the moisture on his fingers from when he had been teasing her so roughly, a few moments more and he would have exactly what he wanted from her.

This was a chance for him to learn more about her though, she had wanted to talk about his own life on her terms not so long ago and now the tables had been turned on her. She was in his element now, he was the one in control, and he was dictating the topic... and he was curious about just how interesting her daddy issues were. It seemed that the word Sweetie might have been something of a trigger, subtle reactions to that word in particular, the look of horror on her face and the way that she bit her lip... oh that was a word that he would be using again when he wanted to dig deeper into her psyche, just like he was going to make her call him daddy, even in public she would be referring to him as daddy... already he was thinking how he would dress her up the next time they met, he was thinking school girl, a nice public outing, teasing her the entire time... until humiliating her in full view of anyone who might watch.

Then she gave in, saying what he wanted her too say though she almost didn't. Her insistence on the condom was a tad annoying, he would rather be fucking her bareback as much for the ways which he could tease her with the knowledge that he was deep inside of her, daddy fucking her bare back... as it was about the physical pleasures that came from the skin on skin contact. “Daddy would rather fuck his Sweet Little Girl bareback.” He teased her with a chuckle, grinning like a mad man while his fingers lightly teased over her slit, lingering for a moment on her clit just to tease her all the more. “I can promise that you would enjoy it much more, the feeling of my skin against yours, nothing at all between us, my hot seed filling you up and then dripping between your thighs...” Fingers pinching her clit for a moment, tugging before he stood up. “You will wait right here, if you move then we will finish watching our little movie from the start while my cock is inside of you.”

He was leaving the room rather quickly, his long strides carrying him through the house, the moment he was out of her sight he was practically running, he could be patient but not for a moment longer then he needed to be. In the bedroom there was a few moments of searching through a dresser drawer for the condom that he would need, it took longer then he would have liked but in reality it was only a few seconds before he had snatched up a foil wrapped containing a ribbed condom and was on his way back to where Katherine had better still be waiting. “You had better not have left that couch.” He called as he was entering the room, having slowed down so that it didn't seem like he was rushing. “Daddy needs you to ride his cock almost as much as you need to have Daddy deep inside your slutty little pussy.”

 

[skittish_butterfly]

Katherine was still leaning with most of her weight on her hip, really babying her spanked bottom, especially now with her panties pulled down around her knees so that the couch would rub the stinging redness even more. She felt trapped between the horrible things that had just come out of her mouth all begged for from her "Daddy," and the relentless pleasure of Michael's fingers stroking her now bare pussy. She knew she was wet. She knew she was squirming at his touch, her knees drawn back as much as her bunched up panties would allow. She couldn't stop that, not anymore, but she couldn't meet his eyes either as he started taunting her while he stroked.

Turning her head aside in shame as he called her his sweet little girl, and talked about wanting to fuck her bareback didn't help at all, her eyes only finding that frozen moment on time on the TV, reminding her just how far he would go, and just how little control she had over the situation that she'd been stuck in a cage unable to save herself from the hot stream of his piss moments later. In the end she could only stare at the wall as his fingers seemed to stroke her even more triumphantly.

He was no Daddy, no way. Hers, her real one, would never, ever talk like that. But Michael just chuckled, his finger teasing her even more, tracing the length of her slit and drawing a gasping breath from her that only made him grin even more and go right for the center of her pleasure. Her body tensed and her back arched a little against the couch but there was nowhere to go to hide from his touch. She kept her eyes on the wall, not able to face him as her body's reactions betrayed her again in front of him.

Michael talked some more, speaking so glowingly of his desire to fill her with his seed, telling her how good it would feel. Katherine clenched her fists as she felt a little ripple of desire between her legs as her body tried to tell her he was right, imagining what it would feel like to have him inside her, fully. But she didn't want it to feel good, she wanted to hate it. Katherine closed her eyes tight, shutting out everything, not even able to look at the wall, and just kept as silent as she could, but for her ragged breathing as he didn't let up the stroking on her clit now even as he spoke of his hot seed filling her.

He gave her sensitive nub a little pinch, making her jerk on the couch like his fingers were a jolt of lightning and getting her attention, her eyes turning to him with a pained glare as he gave her an order. He was getting a condom, just like she asked, and she was disappointed, telling herself the little surge of disappointment was only because she'd hoped he was out of condoms and then wouldn't be able to fuck her at all. But his supply of condoms seemed to be as endless as his supply of cruelty. He rose, standing over her exposed body, naked but for her panties and bra pulled uselessly aside but still technically on her body. He told her not to move or her punishment would be having him inside her and then be forced to watch the whole movie over, to have to bear that while watching herself abused on screen, to listen to herself cumming, to watch herself drenched with is hot degrading stream. She couldn't. She just couldn't.

As he strode from the room for the condom, Katherine held absolutely still, even keeping her legs apart just the way he'd left her, probably enough that if he saw her like that he would think she actually wanted him to touch her more. She didn't turn her head, or move at all, except to close her eyes and moan softly as she thought of what would happen if he wasn't happy when he got back with the condom. Katherine was resigned that she was going to have to feel him inside her again, thrusting away, probably even making her cum again if his knowing touch was any indication. Having to call him Daddy, to have him talk to her like this, like she was his little sweetheart, it was sick enough, without having to suffer her bigger original fear as well. She prayed the image on screen would remain paused there forever, wished it had been that way in real life, and she'd never experienced what had come next, and wouldn't have to feel him pumping away inside whiel watching it again.

She could feel the room's perfectly warm air teasing lightly against her wetness of her bare shaved pussy, not letting her forget just how little control she seemed to have over the body she had always presumed was hers, a tool, an instrument for her to use as she needed, tuned perfectly by hours of exercise and focus on nutrition. But it wasn't hers, not around Michael at least, not for the next six months, and certainly not today, not until he was done fucking her for sure.

His voice called out, coming closer, as if he'd found what he wanted and was eagerly hurrying back. It was a chiding reminder that she'd better have obeyed his instructions, and she nodded even though he couldn't see her. Then he strode into view, condom in hand, slowing only at the sight of her. She saw his eyes looking over every inch of her body, as if he was looking for the slightest deviation, any hint she had moved so he could punish her. Well she hadn't, and as much as she hated doing what he said, she felt a thrill of relief and strange pride to have avoided the punishment he had probably been sure he was going to get to do to her. But he just carried on as if nothing had happened, not even saying a word about her doing such a good job, like if she obeyed it was just expected and if she didn't it was punished.

It left her face a little red in the face again to even care what he said about such a thing, even before he started talking about Daddy wanting her to ride his cock, wanting her to feel him all the way inside her slutty little pussy. That was how he said it, in a way she just knew her real dad would never speak about her pussy. She shook her head a tiny bit, trying to dislodge that last thought as she played it back. No. No. He wouldn't speak of her pussy at all. Why had she thought that? She glared hotly back at Michael as he stepped closer, but she stayed perfectly still, her knees up and spread enough that she was sure he could see her bare, glistening pussy exposed to him between the backs of her parted thighs. Don't move. Don't call him anything but Daddy. Don't make this any worse than it has to be. And especially, remember to beg if it comes to that. Her head was filled with all of the terms and conditions and orders he'd constrained her with, almost like she was cramming for a test and not about to get fucked again by a man calling himself her Daddy.

He stood there, looking at her, and she started to tremble a little, worrying what he was waiting for, why he didn't just get it over with. The silent seconds stretched on, his eyes boring a hole straight through her head and into her brain, like he wanted to fuck her mind as much as her body, and she shivered a little in the heat of his gaze. What did he want? Was she doing something wrong? Why didn't he just say? Katherine reviewed his instructions again and again in her head, trying to figure out what she was doing wrong. Finally she thought she understood, but not with the kind of certainty she was used to on tests in school where she was always perfectly prepared, but more like a desperate stab in the dark, like the new kid in school who didn't realy know the subject at all and was just afraid of failing. "Please." Did he expect her to beg for this? She thought so, and closed her eyes as she took a breath to go on. "Please Mi... Daddy, let me ride your cock." Do it his way, give him what he wants before it turns into something worse, something painful, something even more degrading, which she knew was definitely possible with Michael. Her eyes were closed, but her ears listened for any sound of him moving closer, any sound she was even close to getting it right.

 

[DomG]

She almost slipped up and called him Micheal, not for the first time of course but she had caught herself in time, it made Micheal smile quite a bit to hear her call him Daddy. Normally he wasn't too big on the whole Daddy/Daughter Subculture of BDSM but in this case he felt it was particularly fitting. Plenty of young women who ended up before his camera had daddy issues of some sort or another but Micheal avoided exploiting them because ending up pushing the wrong trigger and you could have a young woman go from being on the verge of tears from pain to sobbing about their childhood issues. With Katherine though... breaking her down was a much more interesting prospect, should he make a mistake and push to hard she could say a word that would get her free for the day but he would still get two more attempts to break her down properly. By the time they were done Micheal had intended to turn her into an entirely new person and he suspected she might come out of the experience happier for what he had done even if the path there wasn't one that she had embraced at the time.

“You love daddy's cock don't you?” He asked with a smile as he moved over to the couch, sitting down again and ripping open the wrapper on the condom, his cock standing straight and soon wrapped tight in transparent latex and glistening with lubricant that wouldn't be needed given how wet she already was. “To think that such a short time ago you were looking down on the young women who allowed themselves to be filmed by me, degrading themselves so they could make some money... but here you are behaving like any one of them without having earned a single dollar.” Of course none of that really mattered, he was just trying to twist the knife a little bit while he reached over for her, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her onto his lap, not positioning her over his cock but instead just letting her sit on it for the time being, letting it press up against her ass while he pulled her back against his chest, brushing his lips across her shoulder.

His hand though, his left hand was out and reaching for the remote while his right hand was massaging her breasts, roughly squeezing. “Of course I can't do all the work Katherine, if you want to ride daddy's big cock then you are going to be the one to put it inside of your wet and tight little cunt.” Finding the remote he reversed the footage on the screen for a bit, wanting her to watch him fucking her on the screen while she rode his cock. Just to help enforce just how much she had enjoyed it earlier, a little reminder that no matter how hard she tried there was no way that the young man she had been with before could ever match him. “Now why don't you start riding my cock Katherine... if you don't give me some release soon I might just decide to fuck your face rather then continue waiting.” An empty threat but she need not know that... but the loss of potential pleasure might keep her well behaved and obedient.

 

[skittish_butterfly]

Katherine looked at him with a look of something near to outrage, almost in disbelief even he could be this crude as he continued making a mockery of her and her father. She felt the couch cushion tilt beneath her a bit, drawing her body toward his gravitational well as his weight settled down smugly beside her again. It was important to her he understand how revolting she found his question, even if it was only rhetorical... you love daddy's cock, don't you?

She tried to glare back at his eyes so her silence would be a louder "absolutely not!" than any words she might actually risk in his presence, knowing he would probably punish her. But even her silent hostility felt like it fell on deaf ears, especially since he smirked at the way her eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the daunting sight of his cock as she made an elaborate production of wrapping the huge slab of flesh in the thin little condom. Why did it look so much bigger than she remembered. That was no daddy's cock, it was a monster, a weapon to hurt her, to wound her pride and probably poke a hole through her belly button from the inside. Not that she had the slightest idea of what daddy's cock was like, she just knew it couldn't be like this.

Katherine blinked once or twice more before pulling her gaze back up to his annoying smirk, and she felt her cheeks heating up, almost matching the temperature all through the rest of her. Why oh why couldn't she get her body to understand he was, like, the enemy, and a few moments of exquisite unbelievable pleasure weren't worth the price of him just believing more firmly that he was right about her?

He kept taunting her with words that rang disturbingly close to home as he rolled the condom slowly down the length of his shaft. She did look down on those girls, because it was degrading, and if she wasn't here to... to save them, well, they would have no way out from under Michael's domineering thumb.

Was he right? Was she behaving like one of them? No, she couldn't be! It might seem that way to him, but Katherine knew she was different, special, she had to be. Katherine shook her head in silent denial, feeling her dark hair caress her bare shoulders. Her eyes flickered down to watch him finish unfurling his condom, the way he did it just emphasizing every thick inch of it, like a shiny threatening tower, until she couldn't help imagining how far up inside her he would reach. She turned her reddened face to the frozen image on the screen, wishing time could pause like that for her here too, delaying her impending humiliation until, forever, if that's what it took. She felt too hot around him to trust herself, too ready for something she really didn't want. She wanted to swipe the remote from his hand and hit pause until they were both frozen forever on the couch, before it got any worse. So she'd be frozen practically naked, her bottom shamefully marked with his hand print, maybe even glistening herself a little for reasons no one else could possibly understand. So be it. At least she wouldn't have to call him daddy as he stroked away inside her again.

Katherine tried to squirm her weight a little away from him and from the thoughts she couldn't bear rolling around inside her head, but the couch cushion tilted downward toward his heavier weight, so she felt she was sitting on the side of a shallow hill and trying not to slide down its slope without hurting her still-red bottom any worse. She couldn't tell if it was because he was displeased with her trying to move away from him or just because he was ready and wanted her, but his arm reached out and grabbed her waist, surprisingly strong since he was a big enough guy but no body builder.

Feeling her raw bottom dragged across the couch made Katherine grimace and gasp with pain as Michael pulled her to his lap, her back to his chest. Her legs kicked briefly in outrage at being manhandled like that, pulled where he pleased like she was a doll and not a person. Her panties slipped from her knees in that brief moment of struggle, until they dangled just from one ankle. Still, Katherine tensed her thighs, working to keep her legs together. Keeping her thighs pressed together felt like a lost cause, though, like she had little say in it, but the thought of offering herself to him any sooner than she had to, letting him think she was somehow.... eager... irked her too much not to try.

But somehow she seemed to have ended up exactly where he wanted her, her blazing bottom and backs of her slender naked thighs stinging anew and now resting on his thicker thighs, and she felt him trapped behind her, between her bottom and his belly. She could feel his cock, hot and thick and pulsing, the condom slick against her bare flesh, and she tried very hard not to move or squirm, not to give him any pleasure from what he was doing to her.

She shouldn't have been so surprised, though, that he had no intention of letting her sit still. As she was pulled back so tight against him, the bare skin of her back feeling the bare skin of his chest, Katherine felt his lips at her bare shoulder, nibbling ever so gently with the slightest scrape of his teeth dislodging that last loose bra strap until it too slipped down to her elbow, taking the fabric of her bra with it and fully exposing her chest and swollen nipples to his mauling grip. It hurt, but not enough. Strangely, Katherine wished it hurt more, enough for her to fight against, enough to stop the pleasure that came along with the rough stroking and pulling and pinching. But the bit of pain and the rough pleasure were too much for her to keep as quiet as she wanted, too much for her to keep from squirming against his hard cock pressed against her.

As Katherine wriggled helplessly in his lap, hating the way it echoed wriggling in her real daddy's a precious time or two so many years ago, she saw his other hand working the video image, watched her humiliation unwinding in reverse onscreen, until she saw the picture of her face down beneath him, his cock buried inside her, the renewed forward motion of the video letting her hear her own grunts as he pounded away at her.

Finally she heard the words she dreaded, only now that he had her squirming, gasping for breath, her back arching and twisting a bit but unable to protect her breasts from his rough treatment without risking fighting him off completely. As she wriggled like a hyperactive little girl in his lap, Michael told her he wasn't going to make it easier on her. He wasn't going to just basically rape her like last night, so she could simply hate him and be done with it. No, he had to tell her -- and in his most disturbing daddy voice possible -- that she had to ride daddy's big cock herself. He just made everything worse, and worse. And yet hearing him talking about her putting his cock in her "wet, tight little cunt" just sent shivers through her, not the shudders of disgust it deserved.

Katherine felt trapped and didn't know what she could do. As much as she tried she couldn't deny what she felt in her body, a deep aching want. But if she gave in to that, if she lifted herself up and drove herself down on his thick... ohhhh. Oh no, had she made that sound out loud? Her face went bright red and she stared hard at the screen, hoping he would just think it was her voice coming from the video. She had to think of something, though, or this was just going to be one more victory for him, one more feather in his cap, one more notch in his belt.

But she heard him. Her only choice was to do as he said, or take an even worse face fucking, and her throat just ached even thinking about that, the memory of his cock driving into her throat just a short rewind away on the video. Or lavender. Lavender. How could she? After everything she'd gone through. She'd already let him fuck her, she could see it and hear her own cries of pleasure loud and clear right in front of her eyes as he made her stare at it. Was this so much different, just because she had to do it to herself by climbing up on his cock and riding it like it was her own choice? Well, and because even worse, he was using it to essentially ridicule her relationship with... Daddy.

Katherine groaned. She couldn't say lavender. She couldn't take his cock pounding at her throat again, treating her like some pleasure object and not a human being. She closed her eyes and with a deep breath of resignation pulled her legs up on to the couch beside her, turning her seated position into a kneel in his lap, her panties still hanging from the one angle now pressed against his thigh.

Katherine decided. She would do this, but she would make sure to completely deflate his disrespectful and cruel mockery of her father.

She felt in her body the need was going to be more than she could bear, knew already she was going to shame herself, no need to drag him into it as well. So she would call Michael Daddy as he demanded, over and over probably if that's what it took, but only with a completely flat affect, with no feeling whatsoever, robbing his little gimmick of all its power.

As she lifted her weight up on her knees, and perched herself over his cock, she stared at the screen rather than turning to look at him or kiss him the way her lips tingled to do. Instead she focused on trying to imagine what he was making her watch was really just another of his porn girls and not a video of herself crying out with pleasure while he fucked her.

Katherine winced with a look of shame as she reached between her legs to grasp his cock, the condom against her fingers. She was grateful at least he couldn't see her face. Then, with the flattest most emotionless voice she could muster as her heart threatened to pound right out of her chest, she quietly said, "Oh. Yes. Daddy. Give it to me."

And she pressed his thick head to her aching opening and slowly, slowly pushed herself down on it. She felt it spreading her open. "Oh. Yes. Daddy. That's so good." She tried to stifle the groan, letting her almost robotic words make a mockery of his mockery. But he was too thick, the feeling of him stretching her just too much too bear in silence, and she groaned as she slowly forced herself down the full length of his shaft, until she was almost panting by the time she was fully impaled, pressing her bottom fully down in his lap with his huge cock buried all the way up in her belly.

Katherine groaned again and tried to speak before lifting herself up again for another long thick stroke. "Daddy. Oh.... ohhhhh," No! She tried to silence her moan by biting her lip, closing her eyes with furrowed brow for a second. Try again. "Daddy, oh, that feels... ohhhhhh." No, that wasn't right. She had to say it the wrong way, make him regret even asking for it, show him it didn't have any effect on her. Katherine just bit her lip again, and closed her eyes, unable even to look at the video of herself being fucked for a second. She started lifting herself with her knees, feeling every ridge of his muscular cock sliding against her tight straining grip, sliding back out of her,leaving her empty. "Oh, Daddy. Please." She said it again as she neared the top, just his head spreading her open, her fingers still between her legs in case she went too far and he slipped out. Why did she care? But she did, like she really wanted him inside her. Hopefully he didn't see that too.

"Daddy, please." She closed her eyes as she drove herself down on him again, shuddering with pleasure and shame in equal measure. "Daddy." All she could get out without betraying herself as she bottomed out again in his lap with a deep groan and gasp, as if he cock was a plunger forcing all her breath out.

She rose again before she was ready, before her voice was steady again, her body taking over the rhythm and not patient enough to wait for when she could do it with a shred of dignity, with a rebelliously meaningless tone to each word Daddy. It came out as part of her moan instead, making her face burn even worse. "Daddy, ohhh, please." Please what? "Daddy, please," She couldn't stop herself, feeling like she needed something, needed everything, and didn't trust anyone but Daddy.

Driving herself up and down now, long deep strokes into her wet tight little cunt just like he said, she moaned, "Daddy, please... Daddy... Daddy, ohhhh, oh God, Daddy, please... Daddy, help..." She felt totally lost, feeling that sense of despair that sometimes came over herself late at night when she lay in bed feeling totally alone in the world and abandoned, only her own touch of pleasure to soothe herself, wanting him to come back. "Daddy!" Her head was back, and the word Daddy just sounded so wrong, like it was coming out in the same slutty voice of the cheap whore being fucked and crying out in the video. That couldn't be her! No, it couldn't! "Ohhh, oh God, Daddy!??!" Why did he have to make it feel so damn good? She felt her other hand reaching back behind her, fingers grasping to touch him, at his hip and side, holding on to him as she drove herself down on him again and again, groaning and moaning and riding Daddy's cock.

 

[DomG]

The way she had been wriggling and writhing on his lap, she might just be trying to make herself comfortable or perhaps too nervous to properly sit still but to Micheal it really didn't matter because he was enjoying every single one of the sensations, the warmth, the friction, the delicious combination of soft and firm that made up her well shaped ass... he had enjoyed lap dances that weren't as pleasurable for him. Oh Katherine might now understand exactly what he was doing or how fantastic it felt right then... but her body seemed to know what it was doing. “A mind that represses sexual desire and a body that is Grade A fuckmeat...” He murmured softly, knowing that even whispering she would be able to hear what he said, knowing that shame and humiliation would rush through her but not really caring. Given the way she had looked down on the women he worked with and the way that she had looked down on him she deserved to feel far more shame and humiliation then she was actually experiencing in that moment. Micheal was just starting though, hearing the way she called him daddy, her attempt to keep her voice flat and monotone... oh it was just the sort of thing that was going to piss him off.

He didn't know why she was in denial about her own pleasure... it was one thing to to want to deny enjoying being degraded or fucked like an animal with a fair amount of cum staining her face but to actually try to pretend that she wasn't enjoying herself when he could feel her cunt ripple around his cock, the condom keeping him from feeling her body directly but the evidence of her arousal pouring from her, dripping over his legs and no doubt staining his couch... what was the point? Did she think that he wouldn't recognize it? Did she think that a man of his experience wouldn't be able to tell honest apathy from false disinterest. Normally Micheal avoided working with the Porn stars who faked their pleasure, preferring to work with armatures who liked what he did to them... but he had enough experience with the former to recognize faking of all sorts.

The shifting of her voice was the first cue, trying to suppress the moans, groans, and other signs of pleasure, but it was a loosing battle and he knew that before long she would be bouncing like an enthusiastic whore on his cock. Soon she was moving properly, maybe lacking the full experience that some had but she was figuring it out easily enough, settling into a rapid rhythm, moving in just the right ways to make his breath hitch and his eyes to narrow just a little bit at the pleasure, his thighs tightening beneath her, his hands still moving over her body but not direction her or forcing her motion, that was all her. One hand still mauling her breasts, giving them the occasional light slap to encourage her a bit more and the other hand trailing over her flat stomach, fingers splayed and brushing past her clit time and time again, never touching that bud with more then the most feather light of strokes... she didn't deserve that kind of pleasure just yet.

“Such a filthy little girl you are.” He mocked her, taking a little bit of petty vengeance for her earlier monotone, if she thought she could mock him then he would just dig in and twist the knife like nothing she could ever think of. “You present such a prim and proper face to the world but in truth you are little more then a filthy fucking slut who is just waiting for an excuse to jump on a cock. I represent everything you hate and yet you are still riding my cock like it is the only way to get Daddy's approval.” There was a vulnerability there, one that he was happy to exploit, happy to strike at any softness he would find. “And I want you to think about one thing Katherine... this was only the first weekend with me, a nice little introduction to what is going to come. Next time we will really start in earnest... I am not going to stop or let up until you embrace the filthy fucking whore that we know you really are.” Maybe he should have taken a softer approach, he had planned to earlier, but her irritating little attempt to keep her voice dull had gotten under her skin... keeping to his earlier plan might be the smarter thing to do but he wasn't thinking in terms of smart, he was thinking of humiliating her, breaking her, if she used the word now then it wouldn't matter... he likely wouldn't even let her off his cock at this point because his release was fast approaching. “By the time I am done with you I will have you groveling on the floor... ready to lick my toes and eat my ass for only a taste of the pleasure that I can provide.”

Hand moving from her breasts, grabbing her throat, twisting her head, his lips clashing against hers, working to dominate her, remind her of her place. “Kiss me you fucking whore.” He half growled into the kiss, his teeth catching her lips roughly, not caring about pain that he might inflict.