14 Days To Redemption
By Buckaroo Bonzai
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Day Six - Servitude
It was surreal. Surreal and mortifying. That was the only
way to describe the morning's activities, Kelli decided. Oh,
the day had started out quite well. She'd been especially
attentive during Jack's morning blow job, rubbing her tits
across his body even as she brought him up to full erection.
She'd reacted appropriately chastened when he spanked her
pussy and tits with the riding crop, accepting the
punishment she deserved as an adulterous wife. She'd served
him a healthy breakfast of pancakes and fruit, and spread
her legs wide when he poured syrup all over her pussy lips
and proceeded to lick it off. And when he'd revealed that
they'd be going out of town for the weekend, she'd only
flinched a bit. But it had been enough for him to notice.
"You have a problem with my plans?" he'd demanded, standing
over her in the shower.
"No. No, sir. No problem. It's just that, well, it's my
father's birthday today, and he was expecting to see us."
"Yes, I think it's important for him to see what kind of
woman his little girl has turned into," Jack had replied
with a grin. "After you get us packed, we'll stop by their
place and then head out."
Packing proved to be quite easy, as Jack's clothes fit into
the overnighter, while her lingerie and other skimpy outfits
easily fit into a single pocket. More ominous was the fact
that he had her pack almost all of the sex toys she'd bought
over the last five days, including some that she'd thought
were just a scare tactic. With everything stowed in the car,
they'd returned to the bedroom to select her outfit for the
day. Surprisingly, Jack had passed over her box of slut
clothes and headed to the regular closet, which she hadn't
entered since the whole ordeal had begun.
"Here, put this on," he'd ordered, handing her a knee-length
blue and white sundress. Held on with thin straps, and cut
square in the front to reveal just a hint of cleavage, it
was the perfect dress for a summer picnic. Perfectly
innocent. But when she'd reached for a bra to wear under it,
he'd pushed her hand away. "No, just the dress. No bra. No
panties. You may be Daddy's little girl on top. But
underneath you're still my slut. You'll need to remember
that." She knew better than to argue.
On the drive to her parent's house, she'd begun to sweat in
apprehension. They'd be able to tell that she was naked,
she'd been sure of it. They wouldn't be able to see the dark
patch between her legs; Jack had made her shave it pencil
thin that morning. But she'd have to stay away from any
windows; the material was thin enough that they'd be able to
discern her outline. And they might notice the unfettered
bounce of her tits. Or the distended mounds of her pussy
lips! That was another thing. Did she smell like sex? Or was
that just left over from the previous night's fuck in the
back seat? Would her parents realize that the pungent odor
was coming from their daughter's hot, wet slit? One thing
was for sure, she'd have to make sure she didn't get turned
on in front of them. Whether by luck or design, the seams in
the bodice fell far enough away that any time her nipples
hardened, any observer would be sure to notice. In fact,
even as she'd thought that, she'd looked down to see the
hard nubs poking up below the fabric. .
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