Daddy Learns to Obey Pt. 03
This story portrays instances of female domination, pee-drinking, mother-daughter incest, small penis humiliation, and spanking. If any of these elements don't appeal to you, refrain from reading further. It's important to note that this is a fictitious work, and all characters are above the age of 18.
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Taking 18-year-old Rosie to visit my mother and sisters had her introduced to female domination in a natural manner. By the time we reached home, she had mastered her domination over me. Throughout our suburban life, I became her obedient slave.
The humiliation didn't end at home. While Emma was asleep or working, Rosie openly exercised her control over me, letting her college friends degrade me in public and sharing my shame on social media.
When we returned home, Rosie revealed her authority to her mother, who admitted to having cuckolded me throughout our marriage. Emma confessed to being a size queen and shared her secret with her daughter.
Rosie contemplated her mother's suggestion thoughtfully.
"Mom, I understand you've been keeping all this secret. But it's time for a change. You deserve to have sex with your lovers in our own home. As often as you want. I'm a grown woman now and want to meet your lovers. It's only fair. Why should you have to make secret arrangements while Daddy stays at home, jerking off his pathetic little dick, staring at his teenage daughter in the bathroom? This isn't fair to you, Mom."
Emma was in deep thought as she considered Rosie's recommendation.
"Wow, the wine is really making me talkative. It would be nice, not having to fuck in hotels, backseats, office toilets. Letting my lovers use me in our marital bed without Daddy judging would be arousing. Yes, I will."
Rosie and Emma looked at me with open smiles.
My life was about to change.
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My wife's infidelity wasn't entirely unexpected. Emma had been discreet, but not secretive. She didn't mind whether I knew or not. For her, her affairs were of no concern. Knowing that even a hint of cheating would feed my cuckold perversion disgusted her.
I was troubled by Rosie's knowledge of her mother's sexual exploits. I felt humiliated that my own daughter knew her mother was having affairs with her friends. I was also surprised by the sheer number of men she slept with. The revelation that Emma drilled Ray and his older friends at their poker nights was particularly shocking.
Emma looked at me with a sultry smile.
"I'm a bit tipsy, darling. I've had a long day. Let's all go to bed."
Emma climbed the stairs, leaving me to clean up while Rosie checked her phone. She giggled as she handed it to me.
"Look at this, Daddy. You're a trending topic on TikTok. Tons of people are laughing at your minuscule joystick. Stacey even shared a video of it. Good thing she blurred your face. The alternative would be horrifying."
Rosie made me watch myself masturbating. I could hear her friends' comments – disgust, laughter, and indignation. Rosie showed me Stacey's reaction: "Rosie, your dad's a pervert."
Rosie laughed at me.
"Cheer up, Daddy. Mom won't be surprised. I'm sure she'll just ignore it. Anyway, she's going to be too busy satisfying her masculine studs. I'm sure she'll barely notice what you do. Just be prepared for spankings when I get angry."
Rosie needed to toilet, so she sat on my face.
"Oh yeah, Daddy. I forgot. I left my knickers at school after I accidentally peed my pants at the bus stop. So humiliating. Just lie down, and I'll show you."
She pissed on my face and giggled. "Just wiping it on your face." She wiped her bottom on my face. My nose poked into her anus.
Rosie stood up and collected her soaked knickers from her bag. She then handed them to me.
"Here's your prize, Daddy."
She wrinkled her nose at the odor of pee and passed over the bag.
"Put this in your mouth, then strip off your pants and bend over my knee."
I coughed and gagged as my daughter spanked my derriere. That night, I rested once again on her bedroom floor.
The following day, following my routine chores for my daughter, I went to my workplace donning a particularly lacy set of undies beneath my slacks. My little penis had been erect all day, but I kept away from touching it.
Shortly before lunch, I got a video call from Rosie and her pals. "Hello, daddy. We don't need your mouth to urinate into today. Instead, you need to jerk off while you're sitting at your desk." I recognized lyrics from a pop song. "I know you're at work and there'll be people there, but ignoring your princess and my friends is not an option." I caught sight of the faces of girls giggling. "Do it now. And point the camera so we can see."
I peered around. Some colleagues were seated at desks, while others spread across the vast open-plan office. All seemed too occupied to notice what I was doing.
"Now, dad."
I brought the camera on my phone to my crotch and unzipped my fly. My little prick, confined by the pink lacy panties, refused to protrude.
"Daddy, you'll need to unfasten your belt and pull your slacks down."
I followed her directions. Observers would notice my actions.
I directed the camera at my panties covering my tiny erection and heard giggles and taunts from Rosie and her friends.
"Good. Now, extract your stiffy from the lovely pink feminine panties and jerk it for us."
I began jerking. My supervisor, Lorraine, strolled across the office and stood on the other side of my desk.
"David. Can I have a word with you, please?"
I nodded, unable to speak. I persevered with the jerking, out of fear of disobeying Rosie.
Lorraine frowned and continued:
"I merely wanted to follow up on our discussion yesterday - you know, concerning your possible usage of my shower due to the smell of urine."
I carried on jerking, peering up at her stern face.
"Are you okay? Oh, return to your office and discuss whatever it is you're doing under your desk."
She moved away. I could now jerk more forcefully, clutching my small, rigid tool tightly between my fingers, thumbs, and palms. I envisioned Rosie and her friends viewing me, the thrill of being discovered by my colleagues, the humiliation of my meagre manhood and pathetic behavior. I gasped, groaned, and ejaculated, splattering my fist and my trousers with my cum.
Instantaneously my penis vanished into a jelly-like nub, soft and sore. I rested the phone against my face, red-faced, panting. Rosie and her friends' expressions of laughter, contempt, and scorn filled the screen.
"Dear dad, you truly are a loser. You must inform your boss about your role as your daughter's pee slave."
I stood and headed to Lorraine's office, fearing she'd spot the wet patches on the front of my trousers.
She smiled at me: "So, David, have you and Emma been engaging in peeing games for long?"
I stuttered, "Hardly."
Lorraine shook her head.
"Wow. Now, I don't mind what you do, you two being adults. If you like your wife to use you as a toilet, that's fine by me. I find that idea quite thrilling – the thought of treating a pathetic man as my toilet. But don't come to work smelling like a toilet. If required, I'll provide you with the exclusive en suite washroom in my office."
I didn't know how to react. I seemed paralyzed.
"But it's not your wife?" Lorraine raised her eyebrows.
I shook my head.
"Interesting. This could be complex. Who is involved?"
I explained everything, starting with my sisters' teasing, Rosie urinating, spanking my buttocks, kissing her feet, her university pals joining the game, filming me, even wearing her panties, all the way to jerking off in my office.
I displayed my reddened backside to Lorraine. She laughed at my small dong in the pink lacy panties.
"I almost was going to tell Emma what transpired." Lorraine shook her head. "But instead, I'll keep your naughty secret in exchange for you, you guessed it, consuming my pee at work."
She shut the blinds and locked the door.
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"Hey, bring a towel from my bathroom, place it on the ground, then undress and lie on it with your mouth open."
I watched in awe as she stood over my face, removed her underwear, and crumpled up her pencil skirt. She snickered as a stream of warm pee sprayed from her pussy and hit my face. I opened my mouth wide and drank the majority of it, gulping and swallowing.
After finishing, Lorraine disappeared into the restroom to freshen up. I could sense her secretary's presence as she knocked on the door and enquired about the afternoon meeting.
"Lorraine, are you here? We're waiting for your inputs."
Lorraine called out, "Give me a moment, Lisa."
She emerged from the restroom, tucking her hair into place. She glanced at me, holding out her phone. "I need a picture right now, so back into your boss's office and dress."
I hurriedly collected the towel, scurried into the bathroom, and showered. When I emerged, the office was empty except for Lorraine and me. Plopping down on her chair, she commanded, "Lie down and open your mouth. I'm dying to pee."
I complied and she squatted over me, releasing a steady stream of warm urine onto my face. Once she was done, I thanked her and asked if I could utilize her shower. "No, go home and shower. I'll call you later if I need you again," she replied.
I rushed home and knocked on the door to Stacey's residence. Four furious girls welcomed me.
"Dad, we haven't been able to pee since last night! Stacey couldn't hold it in and had an accident, so you'll have to wash her clothes! But why are you drenched in pee? Who did that?"
Explaining that I had been forced to let Lorraine pee on me so she wouldn't tell my wife didn't go over well.
"Oh Dad, you're such a loser. You're my slave, and obey me, not that old hag. Take off your clothes."
Sylvan set me free from my attire as the three girls shooed me off to the bathroom. I was mobbed by a torrent of wee from three different angles. As I strove to drink as much as I could, the girls became insatiable.
After their bladders were emptied, they herded me to the laundry room.
"Now clean Stacey's clothes, sanitize the kitchen, scrub the floor, vacuum, and polish everything," Rosie told me. "You'll do it naked because I'm so mad at you. And hurry up. Chloe arrives in a half hour, and her mom is back in an hour," she said disdainfully, heading upstairs.
I was still ironing Stacey's dress when Chloe walked in. She gasped with disgust, scrutinizing me naked.
"So you're the man who has a small dick in the video! Rosie's dad! Oh my god you'll have to show Mum this!"
She recorded me on the phone. "Hey Fiona, look who's at my place, the man with the ridiculously small dick from that video. That's right, it's Rosie's dad! Oh my god, you have to see this!"
Chloe shared the video with her sister and the other members of their clique.
"Stacey, why did you bring your Dad to our house? What's going on?" Rosie asked.
She launched into a detailed tale, sharing my plight of being forced to serve Lorraine's bladder needs. The girls erupted in outrage, inspecting my reddened buttocks.
Rosie looked at Chloe cautiously: "If you need me to defend myself, I can prove that I obeyed your commands today by listing the tasks I've been doing. Oh, this one's for you, Chloe: 'I've scrubbed the entire house' that is."
They gaped in astonishment as I went through the chores I had completed, much to their amazement.
"Wow, I believe you."
The girls had me wear sensitive deodorant before leaving. On the way, they explained, "You'll only truly understand what it feels like to be emasculated after years of being dominated."
"Apologies, Chloe. My mother is unaware of the discipline and urination rituals I perform on my dad. Stacey suggested we could come to your place after school and take part in them here. I assure you it won't be a problem. He'll take care of your household chores; you can see how sparkling clean your abode is. You're welcome to join in as well. He'll do everything you desire."
Rosie addressed me: "Get on all fours for Chloe now, dad, you pathetic worm, lick her boots and pledge your allegiance."
I followed her instructions.
Chloe chuckled.
"I could potentially become accustomed to this, so maybe. However, I don't want my mother to spot us. So he needs to leave by 8:30. And does he always have to keep his repulsive little appendage on display? I recall he donned a dress in a movie. Was it not child-sized? Let's head upstairs and discover what suitable attire they can force your pathetic ace to wear."
Chloe perused her master bedroom. From her closet, she selected a very frilly black and white French maid's outfit with a lacy petticoat, a short skirt that flared out, and a lace-up body.
"I purchased this for a kinky costumed gathering last year. It'll be ideal for your perverted father to wear when he's visiting as our slave."
I attempted to contest, but one glance from Rosie made me reconsider. Chloe and Stacey zipped and laced me into the French maid's uniform. I was compelled to put on matching small-heeled white and lace trim maid shoes. I had to twirl and curtsy before them for their evaluation. I felt embarrassed as they whistled and teased. The air blowing up my skirt due to wearing a skirt instead of pantaloons, the silk and lace of my petticoat touching the small, tender glans of my penis, and the fact that I was half erect due to both the unfamiliar feel of the skirt and the humiliation triggered by their jests aroused me and made me stiff. One of Rosie's companions saw this.
"I think your dad enjoys wearing his maid attire. Observe."
"Dad, lift your skirt."
I obeyed, blushing profusely and feeling mortified. Rosie glared at me while her friends laughed and hollered. I wasn't certain whether I would endure punishment or be asked to dance and parade for their amusement.
It was Chloe who made the final call.
"Okay, Rosie, you can bring our slave dad to your place after school. As long as he completes all the housework, obeys my commands, willingly submits to getting spanked and tried out with your squirting technique, and wears this quaint French maid outfit. But he needs to depart by 8:30. It's 8:15 now. Summon him."
I ventured into our living room, wearing my wet work clothes. I was ordered to remove them and carry them outside to my car. I did as instructed, sporting the French maid's uniform while racing across the road. Rosie sat next to me as I drove home.
"Dad, I wonder if Mum's here. How will you explain why you're dressed as a maid?"
Worrisomely, Emma's automobile was parked in the driveway. I stopped my vehicle on the street, grabbed my clothes, and rushed onto the sidewalk. I proceeded up the garden path, attempting to keep my head down and eyes averted, but Rosie called out to our neighbors, so they presumably witnessed this.
I unlocked our back door and crept into the kitchen. I heard a strange noise coming from the upstairs. It was the sound of my wife experiencing an orgasm. A man was fucking my wife with his massive penis. The intensity of her vocal expressions, the moans, screams, gasps, and whimpers of pleasure filled the entire house.
I could scarcely breathe, I stood in my lacy French maid's dress and heels at the foot of the stairs. My tiny, hard dick began to twitch and, curiously, I lifted my skirt and gripped my swollen pencil dick between my forefinger and thumb, and began to jerk.
I was suddenly struck on my wanking hand followed by a painful blow to my penis, which made me cry out and deflate.
"Dad! What the hell do you think you're doing? Go to Mum's room now. I'm going to spank your bottom for being a perverted, pitiful, dick-wanking wretch while a real man ravishes Mum, and I'm completely unfazed by the noise."
She instructed me to follow her up the stairs to her room, where she lifted my skirt and spanked my bottom mercilessly. When her hands grew tired, she used a belt, then a shoe, and finally a badminton racket. My cries of pain only made her spank me harder, and I could hear her mother and lover's loud moans in our bed, too caught up in their pleasure to notice my distress.
At one point, there was a knock on the front door. Rosie's mother answered, asking us to lower the noise since they were attempting to sleep. When Rosie returned, she spanked me even harder and hurled insults at me, her voice echoing down the hall. Finally, she stopped, and I lay on the floor in my soiled maid's dress, sobbing and thanking her as she tended to my sore rear with ointment and stroked my hair. The sounds of lovemaking were quieter now, replaced by whispers and kisses.
In the morning, I awoke to the sound of Emma and a man's voice whispering downstairs. Their door opened, and Rosie greeted her mother with a whisper.
"Hi Mum," she said, "how are you feeling?"
"Terrific, damn sore and exhausted, but amazing," Emma sighed. "I don't think I'll be able to walk for a while," she giggled. Rosie responded with amazement.
"Wow Mum."
Emma chuckled, "And I'm very, very sticky. Can I borrow Dad? I've got a special treat for him. Something my friend brought."
Rosie commanded me to get up, so I stood, wincing at the pain. Emma disapproved of my worn-out appearance. "What the hell are you wearing?"
She saw my blistered bottom and whistled. "Jesus Christ, Rosie, your dad must have thoroughly pissed you off last night."
Rosie gestured for me to retrieve her father. When he joined us in the bedroom, Emma lay on our bed, spread her legs, and pulled my head into her aching, wet, and sensitive cunt. She moaned softly while I licked the cum and semen from her cavernous pussy. Eventually, she pushed me away, actually replying my address. "That's it now. Go away."
I stared at my wife's exhausted, disheveled figure, half-sleeping with a contented smile on her face. My own face was covered in cum, juices, and bruises. However, my erection was fierce, solid, and three inches long. I tightly gripped it and began to stroke it. I was startled when Rosie walked in, looking at her mother's sticky, sweaty body and my slick face.
"Dad," she said, "if you're feeling up to it, do you want to lick up the table?"
I nodded, and she entered the kitchen, saying, "Mum, if you need help with anything just shout."
She proceeded to relieve herself on the bed and strode over to me, puzzlement in her eyes as she considered my appearance. "Oh Dad, did mummy let you lick that man's semen from her fanny?"
I nodded.
"Well, Dad, I have a surprise for you too. I really need to urinate. Get down."
I knelt on the floor, and she peed into my mouth. After that, I went to work, donning clean clothes and washing my maid's attire.
My life continued to be a series of violent spankings, humiliations, and servitude. Lorraine used me as a challenge at the office, making me submit to her in front of my co-workers. Then, it was onto Stacey's house where I was degraded by Rosie and her friends. Finally, I cleaned up Emma's cummy pussy.
Things escalated when Emma announced we'd be hosting poker night for Ray's old-timers. They'd require Rosie and I to fulfill their desires, a night filled with subservience, humiliation, and punishment... In another story. http://hamenthorn.org/fiction/a_new_day/a_new_day18.htm
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