I could not take any more stories of all the different ways I grew to be a slut. Taking my shower all the things daddy said kept rushing through my m...nd. Daddy has always been so understanding and encouraging, how could I not appreciate him. I got out of the shower put on just a tee shirt and went down to the living room expecting to apologize. When I walked in daddy was sitting there with his cock in his hand, two glasses of wine on the coffee table, a leather whip and a smirk that told. I've always been one of the shortest guys ever since pre-school and with my scrawny and quite feminine build I've also been the subject of bullying as far back as I can remember. Enrolling into middle-school didn't help as I didn't know how to control and handle my emotions, so I lashed out at my teachers. This created a lot of issues for me as I've had counseling for most of my predulescent life now. But my life has seemed to finally take a turn for the better after I graduated from high. She placed the nipple from the first one tomy lips and told me not to stop until they were empty. It was some sweetwarm milk or something. I couldn't be sure. She then placed earbuds inmy ears and sat and watched as I sucked the 16 ounce bottle through thesmall nipple. I could see her hand moving gently at her crotch, and feltthe wetness in my diaper.I finished the first bottle and started on the second with my bellyfeeling very bloated. The familiar soft jazz played into my ears, alongwith. "What the bloody hell do you think you are doing? Let mego this instant!" She screamed in anger, "I'll get the police to you, you won'tget away with treating me in this manner! Do something Geoff, you wimp, stopthem immediately!" Geoff tried in vain to escape the bear tight grip that Edhad on him, but it was useless and by this time his hands were tied securelybehind his back and Ed had gagged him with a dishcloth. Joe and I tied madamto the legs of the table, spread eagled and helpless; she.