by Writing Shark
Your family eats breakfast
Together with your beloved family, you sit at the breakfast table in the morning and look into the faces of the people you care about. The looks of love on everyone’s faces remind you that you have already reached your goal and are living the life you always wanted. This time it was Gemma who woke you up, with the help of your wife, with a loving BJ. Alice has put her chin on her hands and is dreaming of the next time you two kiss and make love. And Hellen tries more bad than good to be the good wife and to sit neatly at the table, but looks, just like you, over to Elise who can’t decide. Because there are other women in the room today. And they remind you that you have reached your goal and have something even bigger in mind. You have Alice to thank for that, and you grab her hand across the dining room table. The dynamic has changed. It is hardly necessary to express your right to eat first. The three slave girls in the room show everyone only too clearly who is the master here. You grip your daughter’s hand a little tighter and caress her pure skin. Then you clear your throat.
“Today is a new day” you declare to your beloved women. “We are now the family I have always wanted for us. Alice, you are my angel and my right hand. I can always count on you. Also on you Hellen, my beloved wife. You have done so much for me and I am so glad to have you in my life.” Hellen smiles broadly, but cannot look you in the eye. Too great is the honor that you have forgiven her, too great the joy that you love her. “Gemma, my princess, you have become the girl I always wanted you to be. Thank you for being so perfect for me.” Gemma sniffles lightly. Yesterday you spanked her again, a good girl spanking followed by a double orgasm. “And Elise. Honey, look at me.” Pouting, Elise turns away from the three women placed against the wall of the room. Her mother on her knees, ready to crawl under the table at a moment’s notice if her services are required, Grace and Valerie in their new uniforms and linked by a chain at their necks.
“Sorry about that daddy,” Elise pouts, but then smiles. “I don’t know if I’ve done as much for you as the others.”
“You have” you assure her “You have set a good example for all the sluts in this house and willingly submitted to me.” Elise smiles at you.
“I get something for that, though” she says. Gemma draws in air worried for her sister but that’s why she’s the dumb cute daughter, because Elise is the wild one.
“This isn’t a game Elise” you admonish her, your voice betraying your true thoughts though. “Be grateful for what I give you, no matter what you think about it.” Elise leans over the table, Gemma watches her anxiously, Alice giggles softly, Hellen – and Amy too – look at the girl proudly.
“Make me.”
“Love to,” you grin.
“Looks like Gemma won’t be the only one getting spanked tonight” laughs Alice as Valerie watches the scene in dismay. Elise, who despises Valerie even more than Alice, just snorts playfully.
“Daddy’s spankings are the best and you know he’d rather punish me than you.”
“But only because I’m perfect,” Alice wrinkles her nose and strokes your hand. Hellen can’t help herself and tentatively grabs your other hand. You caress your wife too, seeing how happy she is.
“But not in being punished.” Elise sticks out her tongue to her sister, Alice does the same and Gemma – after looking at you – realizes the joke of the situation.
“But I’m still his favorite to punish. My tears are the best.”
With a quiet clearing of your throat, you draw attention back to yourself.
“I have more news.” Your family is well trained and neither sadness nor happiness can distract them from you. Everyone is looking at you intently. You look at the two maids on the wall. “The situation has changed. Alice and I talked in Japan and you see the result standing here.” Your muffin beams, proud of being responsible for the enslavement of two women. “I’ve decided that this family is too important, that you’ve all done too much not to be rewarded. Hellen can use some good help around the house, and Grace can help her clean and cook.” Grace Hoover does her curtsy and keeps her head bowed as she should. “And her daughter… Elise, it seems to me you have something to say.” It doesn’t take a second for your newest daughter to start.
“If Alice will allow it, I would love to participate in the education and training of Valerie,” she says icily. Then she looks at you. “I owe you so much daddy, and…and…thank you…thank you for giving me so much more in return.” Her angry expression instantly turns to unbridled gratitude as she looks at you.
“Maybe I am the only one feeling daddy’s hands today after all” giggles Gemma who knows all too well the looks of a girl in love.
“Cooking, cleaning, shopping are all things we don’t have to burden ourselves with alone. I’ll keep training Grace…” You wait deliberately, looking at Elise. “And my daughters and I will make sure our newest maid performs her duties just as reliably.” Elise jumps up, unable to contain herself, and hugs you so tightly that her fiery kiss nearly steals your breath. You caress her tenderly.
“Thank you Daddy” whispers the formerly lonely girl who used to suffer a lot from Valerie.
“You deserve it darling” you whisper back as Valerie grows restless. Before she can break the mood you step in. “Now that we have our set full you can help me with the first question. What are we going to call our housemaids?”
Writing Shark 