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I didn’t want to let her go, and I couldn’t imagine anything that would make me take her back. That was before the phone call. The man who had trained me, Raphael, had called. The only man that would get through to my phone when it was off. He always had a way of turning it on. I never tried to stop him. Not even if I could. I wouldn’t. I owed the man too much. That ring tone was even unique to him. I had put down every measure to make sure that I wouldn’t ever miss a call from that man.
He was my best friend. He was my teacher, and yet if I ever made him angry, I knew that he could be my worst nightmare. I had left the room because I didn’t want to startle Alice. It had been a half hour before I could go back in, and yet she was still as I had left her. She still clutched the sheet to her, and despite her beauty in that moment, I had no desire to finish what I started. I looked at her now, laying in the bed in a peaceful sleep, and still, I knew that it would have to wait. I needed to call him and hammer out the details.
I told her we were going back, and now I realized she probably assumed that I meant the Exhibition, but it was worse than that. Raphael had invited me to his home, and he had told me to bring my new slave with me. He had heard of Alice, and I couldn’t tell if that was good or bad. I hadn’t been in his home since he trained me, and I shivered. I had more than one reminder of how cruel the man could be, and I had my life to remember how kind he could be as well. There was no saying no.
Alice seemed so peaceful laying there. Her breathing was even, and her eyes stayed closed. She barely moved in her sleep. I didn’t know how I would tell her. I’m not even sure if I planned to. All I could think was that if I knew two things, it was these: There was no getting out of this, and there was no way that I’d leave without Alice. She had told me she loved me, and it had almost broken any resolve I had for going through with this, but I had to.
“We’re going to be fine.” I said softly, but I was trying to convince a sleeping Alice or myself.
THE END
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Stripped By Daddy
Chapter 1
I’ve always wanted to be like my mom. Don’t judge me, but I was almost turning 19 then, and she was the most beautiful woman I knew. My mom, Monica was 48 years old, but I wouldn’t give her a day over 30. Because of her bombshell looks, she always managed to date younger guys and even married one, not that long ago. I really, really liked my new daddy. Travis was 39, tall, dark and unbelievably handsome, and had arms to die for. His eyes were big and deep and just by looking at me, he could make me squirm.
From our friends’ point of view, I was a younger version of my mom, although I had failed to see that. Long hair, perfect natural breasts, tiny waist, round ample ass and olive skin, my mom was truly a goddess of a woman. Everywhere we went, people would turn to look at her. And being an ex-model, it all seemed so natural to her: she simply seemed oblivious and unaware of how she looked, although secretly I knew she was enjoying every bit of the attention.
My story started two years into their marriage, right as I was finally growing into my body and developing. At first, I was insecure about my height, my tits and my ass, but after I realized the looks I got, I kind of just went with it.
It wasn’t just any type of look that I indulged, it was specifically his: Travis’s. During this time, I noticed him staring at me, looks I didn’t think much of, until he started talking about it. While mom wasn’t there, of course.
“You look so much like your mom…only better.” – He’d whisper, grabbing my palm on the dining room table or “You’re becoming a grown woman Katie, men will soon run after you but I won’t let them.”
At first, his comments seemed inappropriate to me, however after dozen of play dates with my mom’s friends, who by the way, all commented on how I look exactly like her, and more importantly, joked with Daddy on how he is a lucky man to live with two playboy centerfold look-alikes, I simply grew into it. Well, not just that. I relished it. I learned to love it. Who am I kidding? I loved it!
This all happened in the summer before I finished High School and during this period, mom was away for work. A lot.
Since I was my mom’s 'mini me', I not only idolized her but I wanted to be like her. Daddy’s comments and looks made me feel grown up and wanted. On top of that, everything he did was a confirmation that I was as good as her. That was the only approval I needed for as long as I knew I was just like my mom, I felt powerful. That was, after all, my biggest dream.
Chapter 2
I was nearing my 19th birthday and my mom had promised to take me and my three girlfriends to Vegas! Oh the excitement! Vegas was all we talked about, for hours and days, we simply couldn’t wait to go!
At this time, mom was absent a lot. She was working in high-end real estate and her job meant everything to her. Travis and I were alone a lot and I started noticing him doing not so innocent things. At first, I was sure it was just my imagination, but later it proved to be much, much more. And, I loved every second of it.
Whenever we were alone in the house, I’d catch him staring at my pouty lips. He’d start talking and instead of looking into my eyes, he’d simply look at my lips. On top of it, while talking, he’d lick his own bottom lip. As much as all this made me uncomfortable at first, later on I not only learned to enjoy it but I also sought his attention. I’d wait to see my mom leave then I’d intentionally walk into whatever room daddy was in.
“Katie, looking gorgeous today.” – He’d whisper, while watching me enter the room. I’d keep quiet and I’d simply walk up to him, usually leaning on the chair he was sitting in. I’d stand there staring at him staring at my lips, licking his and often touching my arm. He’d simply glide his hand over my arm, up and down, while looking at my lips and whispering: “You are so beautiful.”
Then, one day after my mom left, I went down and walked in the kitchen. Daddy was sitting at the kitchen counter, facing the entrance. He knew I’d show up. As I did, he smiled and tilted his head to the right, eyeing my every move. I walked up to the counter, put my hands on it and sort of leaned in, lifting my butt up. I saw him stare: from my lips, to my ass and I saw him grab his dick, sort of readjusting it while clearing his throat. Once he removed his hand, I saw the imprint on his pants: I knew he got hard just by looking at me. And, it made me very happy. I was pleased I was able to have an effect like that on Daddy since to me it meant I was as good as my mommy. Since that day, I took every chance I got to provoke him and watch him suffer while I literally walked around him in all sorts of skimpy outfits. He’d simply lean in and watch.
“You’re driving me crazy, sweetlips. That’s
your nickname from now on.” – Daddy whispered to me one day, while completely leaning in on me. I felt his body weight and it aroused me, made me wet and all I could think about was how much I wanted him. When I tried to reach out and grab his hand, he left the room: “Not yet, sweetlips.”
After that day, Daddy called me “sweetlips” every chance he got, of course while my mom was away. She never knew the games I played with Daddy. She never knew the effect I had on him.
