"But I changed the sheets this afternoon, Wallz," Marie replied."Slut! I did not ask what you did this afternoon," I said as I arched my eyebrows at h...r."Yes, Sir...I mean Master," Marie responded.She was much farther into to all of this than I had previously realized.PART 2"I'm going down to the den. Come get me when you have finished everything up here," I told her. "Oh, put on some sexy lingerie for me. I'm not ready for us to go to bed just yet. You may be my hot little slut, but I also. He was well groomed, which shouldn't have surprised me. I found myself looking and imagining that very fine penis within my reach, what did he taste like? What would Dad feel like inside of me? Fantasy always reaches a point where it collides with reality. For me that point was, well me. I was the reality of the situation. I could not just schedule a meeting and appear and say, "here I am Daddy, let's pretend like it's not me after all this, and we can still make love!" I'm not sure at. She knew that Mistress Chantel had seen her get pushed, and that she had not done well enough and it was all so frustrating, and she stomped her foot, because she was trying so hard and it wasn't fair. And then the whip hit her, lashing across her back and leg.It was the gatekeeper. "Not break time yet, bitchslut. There's more dick waiting for your attention." He flicked the whip again, biting her again.Henry, jumped up, slipped, fell, and jumped again, curtseying. Then turned and lifted. We didn’t know it then. We thought we were just normal kids and that most parents were like ours—stern disciplinarians but loving and generous with both time and material possessions. My father had been too old to serve in World War II, already showing signs of weakened joints that would eventually cripple him. Nonetheless, he managed a company that supplied engines and parts for a variety of aircraft. We lived in a nice house, drove a nice car, and always ate well. We cleaned our own rooms,.