by Writing Shark
You talk to your fuck thing
Amy Schoomer stands motionless against a wall, pressing the tip of her nose against it, hand behind her back. Of course, she is naked except for the chastity belt that keeps her safe and protected from herself. Hellen took her to the bathroom this morning and washed her and you could hear the whimpering through the closed door.
A slight tremor sets in as you approach her, a familiar reaction to your presence but Amy is well enough trained and stays facing the wall. She whimpers pitifully as you put your hand to the back of her neck and you let the tension between you crackle for a few seconds as you let your eyes slide over the young woman’s naked body.
“Your daughter is mine now Amy,” you say coldly. “What do you say to that?” Amy doesn’t turn away from the wall, but answers her master immediately.
“I hope nothing more than that your new daughter will serve you well Master.”
“She will do better with me and Hellen than with you.”
“Of course master. That stupid cunt is incapable of accomplishing anything meaningful.” Then she gasps as your hand goes between her legs and strokes the inside of her thighs.
“But you’re pretty. The same age as Hellen.”
“Thank you Master” the woman breathes haltingly. “I hope someday to approach the beauty, intelligence and devotion of your wife.”
“You want to have sex with me” you state.
“More than anything else in the world Master.” You would like to grant Amy this wish. You don’t care if she realizes in her little head that she’ll never get close to light, but you can’t leave her in that stupid state all the time either.
Amy is a woman and even though she has submitted to you, you have to make sure that her insanity doesn’t turn against you at some point. Your women are devoted to you, Amy is just nuts.
“Whatever happened to that young woman I saw next to Hellen?” you ask, sounding remorseful. There’s some truth in your voice, too. If Hellen wasn’t so perfect, you would have submitted to Amy. You dodged a bullet there. Hellen saved you from a life as a simp. “Speak the truth Amy. Speak freely. Why are you so pathetic today? Just because of me?” Now Amy turns her head and looks at you. You’ve made yourself vulnerable but she doesn’t take the chance. Her gaze is blank, only you are in it. But she speaks freely.
“I was more popular than Hellen. Prettier.” Briefly you see fear flare in her eyes, then she remembers the heavenly luxury of being beaten by you and continues to speak. “I had more than Hellen. But it never occurred to either of you that I would lose more, too. To see how easily Hellen went through life with you by her side, how strong you were, how little the world could touch you… I never had a chance in life. I was done with school and didn’t even know what to do as my next job. And you…” She swallows hard and overcomes her fear. “Only Hellen was intelligent enough to recognize true strength and class back then. You were ideal for me. And I tried to take you away from Hellen, not the other way around. I didn’t want Hellen to be so happy. I fell in love with you and realized it was too late, that I never had a chance with you.”
“And then?” You don’t know the story like that, but you’re not mad at Amy. You can’t be mad at a simple thing.
“What was the best thing I could do? I knew I wasn’t good enough for you but only you could give me what I needed. So I submitted to Hellen. And she was a good wife to you and prepared me for you. The money, Elise, I didn’t care about any of that. If you could get a wife like Hellen, then I could break myself for you. That was the only thing I could give you, my broken self.”
“Unbelievable…”
“I knew you like fixing people, making them better. You did it with Hellen. Or should I find another friend? A husband? I knew I wasn’t capable of that. Too beautiful. Too lazy. Too stupid. Too spoiled. You showed me. No. I’d rather have my spirit broken.” Her lower lip begins to tremble but she holds your gaze. “It’s the only thing that’s kept me from the abyss, all these years. And Hellen showed me, my old friends. They’ve all fallen, stupid and beautiful, hopeless. No. All I hope for is that you’ll put me together so that I can take pleasure in being something of value to you.” Then she finished, having only one more thing to say. “Master.”
“Girls!” you call again loudly, and immediately the stomping of three pairs of winter shoes is heard in the house.
“So…” Elise doesn’t understand. It was difficult for Alice too but now she is ready. She strokes her friend’s arm while Gemma excitedly nibbles her lower lip.
“I’ll show you honey” she says to her friend, looks at you for permission, gets it and turns to Hellen. “Give yourself a slap.” Hellen smiles and the slap of her hand on her cheek echoes through the house. “On the other side.” Again, it echoes. Hellen gets tears in her eyes. “And now to the same spot.” Hellen cries out briefly as her own hand hits her.
“That’s enough” you take your wife in your stride and she looks at you, grateful and in love. “Elise…”
The girl turns hesitantly to her mother. Then she looks to you. Then back to her mother.
“Do the same” she demands not very imaginatively.
A few minutes later you look down at a weeping and trembling Amy, crouching at your feet, cheeks red and eyes full of tears. You could have hit her harder, much harder. You’re a man, you have much more strength. But it was enough to make Amy cry and you see with satisfaction that neither of the girls has a problem with it, even if Gemma seems a little disappointed. The inhuman, detached mother of Elise clings pathetically to your legs.
“Was I good Sir?” You address the question to Elise. She just nods and looks down at the woman who has held her back all these years.
“She did it for you, daughter,” you say to your latest catch. “To make me happy with you.” And then you pull Elise close to you and put a hand around her shoulders… and stroke the head of Amy who is pressed against you. “That doesn’t mean you have to forgive her.” Elise looks up at you.
“I… I’m grateful for that… I really am. I understand it now. But…” There it is again, the feminine form of hate. Unguided and destructive. Women have never learned to deal with their anger and Elise is a good example of that. But under your guidance, she becomes a balanced, happy girl, fucked in submission and under your protection. Women need a man to move into the outside world where dangers and hate lure, in the world where men rule. The hate Elise feels towards her mother is a wrong hate, raw and unguided, useless. You plan to change that.
“Let Alice show you how it’s done” is all you say and your daughter jumps up. “Learn from her what’s important. And for now, you get to decide about your mother.”
Elise can’t believe it but Alice takes her by the hand and leads her to her best sister-friend’s room with the promise to show her all to be a good harem mistress for her daddy. Before the two disappear, however, your newest daughter spins around.
“You know…” she mumbles and half turns around, showing you her body “maybe I wanted to sleep with my mother all the time, commanding and humiliating her?” She shrugs her shoulders. “Maybe I was just using you…daddy…”
“Maybe,” you grin, “And maybe I’ll enjoy it, your naughty, silly ways.”
“Maybe I’ll let you enjoy it. Maybe…”
“Maybe we should go now” Alice laughs, pulling Elise behind her. “There’s a lot to learn.”
And you know that Elise, as much as she may hate school and chores, will enjoy those lessons.
Writing Shark 