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Pipit Ch. 03

Author's note: Here's Chapter 3 of "Pipit," the story of a submissive struggling to make her way in the world. She was cast out and homeless at the end of Chapter 1, but Mistress Ai, a wise and powerful Dominant, and also the owner of Mistress Shigemi's House of Kink, has given her a job as a professional submissive and a new name - Tosatsu. Ai has also found her a roommate: Neko, another of her professional submissives. You, um, weren't counting on reading a story about nice people, were you? Tags: Lesbian sex, Rimming, Toys, Humiliation, Cage, Orgasm denial, Bathroom use control, Prostitution.

Chapter 3. Pro sub

Pipit went to the kitchen after her nap, thinking to help out, only to find that Neko's idea of cooking was to put two frozen dinners in the microwave. It would have to do for tonight.

Neko said, "I'm really relieved to finally have a roommate. The money's good, working for Mistress Ai, but this city's like so expensive."

Pipit said, "I'm relieved to have a job and a place to live. I hope we get along well."

"I know we will," said Neko brightly.

"How do you like working for Mistress Ai?" Pipit asked.

"I love it," Neko said. "I'm a huge masochist, and I love the intensity of like three Dominants wanting to whip me in one night."

"I've never had more than one Master at a time," said Pipit. "It sounds strange."

"I guess," said Neko. "I've never had a Master - not for more than an hour or two at a time."

"Is it strange," Pipit asked, "never having sex with your tops? With my Masters, I've never had to worry about where play ended and sex began."

"Yeah," said Neko. "It's the downside of being a pro sub. In most scenes you're doing things that feel like they ought to end with sex, but they don't. It's like getting on a train for Boston, but they make you get off in Providence." She wrinkled her nose. "You come home frustrated a lot of nights."

Pipit guessed she'd be masturbating a lot. She wondered what feelings she'd have when she did.

They left together for Mistress Shigemi's House of Kink, which proved to be a discreetly marked doorway on 23rd Street. A stair led up to a large space with a sex shop in front. Neko led Pipit to an office behind the sex shop and introduced her to the manager, Mistress Kathy, who gave her a tour of the facility. There were five playrooms in various colors and styles: a dark dungeon with stone walls, an oversize medical examination room, a lounge with velvet chairs and bondage table, a warehouse interior with rough-hewn posts and beams, and a pet shop with cages. There were crosses, whipping horses, and other equipment in all the rooms. There were racks of whips, canes, and leashes, and an air of menace everywhere. Pipit counted three scenes going on in the rooms, and in one room there was a private party of about a dozen people.

Hidden from the clients' view, there was a small lounge where the employees could hang out when they weren't seeing clients. There was no BDSM equipment here, but comfortable chairs and sofas, a wide-screen TV, and tables on which were stacked magazines, laptop computers, and cell phones, along with soda cans and half-full cigarette packs. A hard, middle-aged Domme wearing a black corset and fishnet stockings was relaxing on a sofa.

Kathy said, "Tosatsu, this is Mistress Raquel."

Raquel sat up and looked at her hungrily. "Kathy probably told you the boring rule about sex with the clients," she said.

Pipit said, "Mistress Ai told me."

"Well," said Raquel, "there's no rule against the pro Dommes fucking the pro subs."

"Behave yourself, Raquel," said Kathy. "Come with me, Tosatsu." Kathy led Pipit to her office. She said, "We'll have a little profile of you up on our website by tomorrow, and shortly afterwards clients will start to call about you or come in looking for you. I'd like you to keep regular hours till you get a little clientele - you know, people who come just for you - and then you can start working by appointment only, during hours you choose.

"How long does it usually take to get a clientele?" Pipit asked.

"It varies, depending on how good the Domme or sub is. Some always struggle. Your friend Neko, on the other hand, was a superstar the instant she set foot in this place. She has all the work she can handle."

That surprised Pipit. She would have expected the mousy Neko to spend most of her time twiddling her thumbs. She asked, "What makes a sub like Neko so popular?"

"It's hard to say exactly," Kathy said. "There's got to be an element of magic in it; otherwise anyone could do it. But what I see when I watch Neko with a Dominant is absolute conviction. When she gets caned, she seems to be in the worst possible agony and at the same time to be experiencing the greatest possible pleasure. If a Dominant is insulting her, she looks like she wants to die of humiliation and like she's going to come any second. Make her eat from a dog bowl and she looks like she can hardly bear to do it, and yet it's the best meal of her life. She looks like she spends almost all her time in subspace. The important part of it, of course, is how it makes the client feel. You come away from playing with her feeling immensely powerful and infinitely understanding and wise, like the world's greatest Dominant. It sounds overblown, but I've played with her, and it's true. It's a rare talent to make another person feel that way."

Pipit wondered why Neko needed a roommate if she was so fabulously successful here.

Kathy said, "Our rooms are all wired for video and sound. Our bouncers watch and listen in the back. We use the stoplight system for safewords so the bouncer doesn't have to memorize a lot of them. If he hears you shout 'Red,' he'll be there in seconds to make sure the scene stops. If you say 'Yellow,' probably I or one of the other girls will come to help you get things calmed down and renegotiate if you have to."

Pipit stayed at Shigemi's for six hours, but no walk-in clients wanted role play that night. Instead, she spent some time working on her profile with Kathy and a lot of time watching Neko and the others on the monitors in the back.

Neko was as remarkable as Kathy had said. She did almost exclusively impact play, and over the course of the shift she was spanked, flogged, paddled and caned by three different Dominants. Pipit got turned on watching. It wasn't the action that was hot - the Dominants, two men and a woman, were just competent. Rather, it was Neko herself. There was something about the way her body twisted, the way she screamed, wept, and begged for mercy, that was so compelling that Pipit wanted to rush into the scene, hug her, and baby her. She was surprised by her own response: she'd never considered herself the motherly type.

They got home at two in the morning, having shared a silent taxi ride together. Neko said, "I always have a glass of wine after my shift. Do you want one? Sorry I just have white."

"White's nice," Pipit said. "Thanks."

Neko brought two wineglasses from the kitchen, and they sat together on the living room sofa.

"I was watching you on the monitors," Pipit said. "I hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all," Neko said. "Sometimes there are two or three scenes going on in a room - we don't expect privacy."

"I was really impressed," Pipit said.

"Thanks," Neko said. "I really love what I do, and I get a lot of love from my clients."

"I could tell," Pipit said. "I mean, that you love your work."

Neko sipped her wine. "You see what I meant about sex, though," she said. "Each of those scenes would have had some kind of sex play if it wasn't for the rule against it. The rule is a good one, we have to stay, like, legal. But it always feels like you stopped too soon. It's like edging all night long."

"I could see that," said Pipit. "I got hot watching you. I can't imagine how hot you must have gotten, being in the scenes. It had to be frustrating."

They quietly sipped their wine. Pipit stole a glance at Neko and caught her looking at her. They both looked away.

"You're really pretty," Neko said. "You're going to be popular."

"Thanks," Pipit said. "I hope I can get some regulars. I don't think I'll be as popular as you, though."

They fell silent again. Pipit stole another glance, and this time Neko was looking into her wineglass. The more Pipit saw of Neko, the better she looked. Her thin lips were nicely curved, her nose had a bump, but a pleasant bump, and her eyes were soulful. She was vibrant somehow. Pipit wanted to see her naked. She wondered if it was possible to seduce her.

Pipit had hardly formed the thought when Neko turned to her abruptly and said, "Do you want to have sex with me?"

Pipit did, but it took her a couple of seconds to gather her wits, and Neko rushed in to fill the silence, speaking rapidly. "I mean, I'm not saying we should be like lovers. Sometimes, you know, sex is just a nice thing for friends to do, don't you think? And when I get home from work I'm always so turned on, you know? I usually masturbate, I have some nice toys, I really love them, I'll show them to you sometime, but there's nothing like another person, don't you think? And it doesn't have to be kinky - it's just nice to not be alone."

Neko paused to draw a breath, and Pipit stood up, pulled her top off, and pushed her shorts and panties down. She sat on the sofa again.

"So," Neko said, "that's a yes?"

"I'm not a Dominant," Pipit said. "I can't be a Dominant for you."

"Me neither," said Neko. She stood. Like Pipit, she was wearing just a shirt and shorts, and it took her only a few seconds to take them off. "But it doesn't matter, does it? Sex is nice even without power exchange. But let's one of us top, okay?" She sat and reached for her purse.

Pipit said, "Okay."

Neko got a coin out of her wallet and said, "Whoever wins tops. Heads or tails?"

"I've always been more tail than head," said Pipit, smiling.

Neko flipped the coin and let it fall on the floor. They both bent over to look at it.

"Heads. You're the top," said Pipit. She took a sip of her wine and waited, feeling happy.

Neko leaned over and kissed Pipit. A little thrill ran through her - yes, there was definitely something about Neko, who touched her left nipple, making her shiver with pleasure, and then squeezed, making her gasp. Neko moved closer and put one arm around her; her tongue probed Pipit's mouth.

Neko gently pushed Pipit's shoulders, making her lie down. She bent over and kissed her, reaching for her pussy with one hand. Pipit spread her legs for her, and moaned as her fingers slid into her and her palm rubbed her clit.

"You like finger-fucking?" Neko whispered, her breath soft on Pipit's lips. "What else do you like?"

"You," Pipit whispered. "Your body."

Neko knelt on the sofa behind Pipit's head and crept into a sixty-nine; she lowered her pussy onto Pipit's hungry mouth and in the same moment closed her mouth over Pipit's pussy. Her tongue was gentle and her manner caring and sweet; she was responsive as Pipit licked her wet pussy and softly sucked her swollen clit. Pipit stared at the welts and scars that crisscrossed Neko's bottom and came softly - Neko came too, just a little later. They'd both been too hot to want to draw it out. They cuddled on the sofa.

Neko said, "Do you think we could do that when we're horny after work? Not, you know, like lovers, but maybe like friends?"

Pipit said, "I'd like that. I think I'm going to like being your roommate."

They lay together silently for a while.

Neko said, "Listen. There's something I've got to tell you. Mistress Ai couldn't tell you because she doesn't know. I hope you don't mind. But . . . some clients, after I've been seeing them for a while, I let them come here."

Pipit looked at her blankly for a few seconds, and then she understood. "Because sex isn't allowed at the dungeon?"

Neko nodded. "A lot of the girls do it. I mean, not all. You don't have to feel like out of step if you don't want to. It helps make ends meet - but it's more that after a while it just feels right to add sex to the scene. We can't sneak it in at Mistress's place: it would put her at risk, and nobody's willing to do that. We all love Mistress Ai."

"I understand," said Pipit. "What should I do when you bring a client in?"

"Most roommates just like hang out as usual," said Neko. "It's actually a good thing when a client knows somebody else is there. It's a safety thing. I've got to know a client really well before I'll bring them here, but even so it can be kind of scary. So it's good to have a roommate. I hope you don't think I'm just using you. I mean, it's good to have a roommate anyway."

"It's okay," said Pipit. "If I decide to bring clients here, you'll make me feel safer too." She was starting to get aroused again.

"Mainly I'm hoping you don't mind," said Neko. "You'll probably hear like moaning and stuff, you know."

"I've heard it before," Pipit said, and kissed her. "One more time?" she said. "I'll top this time if you like."

The next day Pipit went out and bought some basic toiletries and a little clothing, just what she needed to feel decent till her things arrived - underwear, another pair of shorts, another T shirt. She went to her bank, now that she had an address, ordered checks and an ATM card, and got some cash. She could have spared herself the shopping, because when she got back, the box from Daniel and Karen's place was waiting for her - her clothing, some toiletries and cosmetics, and a vial of the antibiotics Karen had made her take after a toilet session - a little spiteful gesture, no doubt.

She went out to a local grocery and bought some things for dinner - nothing special, just some tilapia fillets, vegetables, and a bottle of white wine. She sauteed the fish and stir-fried the vegetables.

Neko said, "You're a real cook, Pipit!"

"It's because I had full-time Masters," said Pipit. "They all expect you to cook like Rachel Ray and fuck like Bobbi Starr. This is a simple dinner, though."

At Mistress Shigemi's that night, Pipit had her first client, a man who wanted to give her a medical exam. He took her blood pressure and pulse, checked her tonsils, tested her reflexes, gave her an enema, and conducted a thorough gynecological exam. None of this particularly interested Pipit, but she did her best to seem excited and aroused.

When Pipit and Neko got home, Neko said, "I'm expecting a client in a half hour. I hope that's okay."

"No problem," said Pipit. She'd been hoping for more sex with Neko, but she supposed she'd get it another night.

Pipit could hear conversation, the slap of the whip, and Neko's sobs through the wall between their bedrooms. She masturbated and fell asleep.

The medical client returned the next night and again three nights later. She had one walk-in client who wanted a puppy, but he didn't return. On her third night, another client tied her to the table in the velvet lounge and dripped wax on her. She liked that, and the client came back once more that week. But by the end of the week she felt that her clientele was growing all too slowly.

Meanwhile, Neko was busy for her whole shift, and during that first week three more clients in all visited her in the apartment - two in the afternoon and one more in the early morning.

Kathy said, "You're doing fine - be patient!" But Pipit was impatient and maybe a little resentful, especially when Neko was unavailable for sex after their shift.

At the end of Pipit's first week with Neko, her checks and ATM card arrived. She'd been borrowing Neko's laptop computer, but she decided to get one of her own. She came back with a cheap one she'd gotten for less than four hundred - just good enough for web browsing and email.

After she'd set up her own Gmail account, she got an account with another free email service under a false name. She wrote to the address on the Mistress Shigemi website:

I don't like to tattle, but it isn't right that Neko's been taking her clients home and fucking them there. I've been working at Mistress Shigemi's a long time now, and I've always felt like I could be proud of it. But now Neko is making it into a whorehouse and bragging about it everywhere. It's a disgrace, and you should really do something about it.

She sent the email and deleted the account.

That night the medical client and the one with the wax came back, and after their shift Pipit and Neko made love. Pipit topped that night: she tied Neko to the bed, sat on her face, and fucked her with a strap-on, turned on by her small, neat pussy.

Neko had clients in the next two nights. While listening to her moan on the second night, Pipit created another email account and sent another note to Mistress Shigemi's:

All the girls are talking about Neko's whoring. A lot of us are going to resign unless you do something about it.

Again she deleted the account after she'd sent the email.

The next night, when they got to work, Kathy called them both into her office.

"Neko," she said, "we've been receiving anonymous complaints that you've been working as a prostitute in your spare time."

"I haven't, Mistress Kathy!"

Pipit took Neko's hand and said, "I think I'd know if she'd been doing that, Mistress Kathy."

Kathy said, "We have to take allegations like these seriously. We hired an investigator to look into it after we got the first note, and he's confirmed it." She tapped a folder on her desk. "You can look at the evidence if you like."

Neko started to cry. "I'm sorry, Mistress Kathy. I won't do it again."

"Not here, anyway," Kathy said. "Mistress Ai has told me to let you go."

Neko said, "Kathy, I - "

"I'm sorry, Neko," said Kathy, "but it's final. Gather up your things and go."

Neko and Pipit got up.

"Stay here, Tosatsu," said Kathy. "I want a word with you."

When Neko had left, Kathy said, "I'm going overlook your lying for Neko."

"I'm sorry, Mistress Kathy," Pipit said.

Kathy said, "I'd have done the same."

"What'll become of Neko?" Pipit asked.

"We've never had to let anyone go before, but yeah, it's common enough for pro Dommes and pro subs to become prostitutes. It's an easy transition: some of Neko's clients will be happy to become her johns. That's one thing I wanted to talk to you about. I think you'd better find some other place to live."

"I don't know, Mistress . . ."

"I admire your loyalty, but it would be best not to be around if Neko crashes and burns. She could take you down with her. Mistress Raquel prefers to live alone, but she has a spare bedroom, and she's agreed to let you stay there till you find another place. Have you signed a lease yet?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Well, I'll take care of getting you out of it. And I'll go with you to Neko's tonight to get your stuff and take you to Raquel's. I've made her promise to keep her hands off you."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"We have just two submissives now, you and a girl who works afternoons. I know your thing is role play, but can you do impact play at all?"

"Yes, Mistress. I have limits. They can't break the skin. I don't want scars."

"You're sure? Neko just charged extra for breaking the skin."

"I'm sorry, Mistress. It's a hard limit."

That night, Pipit had three clients: one was her medical client, one flogged her, and the third caned her. A fourth client left after he was told that Neko no longer worked there.

Afterwards Pipit and Kathy went to Neko's apartment and found her sitting stunned on her sofa.

"I'm sorry, Neko," Pipit said. "Mistress Kathy says I have to move out."

"Anyway, it's best that you make a clean break with Mistress Shigemi's," said Kathy.

Pipit still had the cardboard box that had come from Daniel and Karen's. She put her toiletries and her few changes of clothing in it, and Kathy carried her new computer.
Pipit hugged Neko at the door and said, "I'm really sorry, Neko. I hope everything turns out well for you."

"Thanks," said Neko, and kissed her. "You've been a real friend."

Raquel had an apartment on Eighth Street. The living room they were standing in was cluttered, with magazines heaped on tables, empty coffee cups on the floor, and a big vibrator on the sofa. Raquel was wearing leather pants and a leather top. The outfit looked hot for a July night. Pipit set down her box, and Kathy set the computer on a table.

"Okay," Kathy said. "I'll see you tomorrow. Raquel, you behave yourself."

When Kathy had left, Raquel said, "What name are you using again?"

Pipit said, "Mistress Ai calls me Tosatsu."

Raquel said, "To-fucking-satsu. I wouldn't let Ai give me one of her dumb-ass names. Let me see you naked."

"Kathy said you promised to keep your hands off me," said Pipit.

"Fuck Kathy," said Raquel. "I haven't fucking touched you yet. Now take your fucking clothes off, or I'll put you out on the fucking street. And you will address me as Daddy."

During the ten seconds it had taken for Raquel to deliver that speech, Pipit's temperature had risen about ten degrees. She undressed.

"You're a pretty little cunt," said Raquel. "I'll bet you're a slut, aren't you? Fuck around a lot?"

"Yes," said Pipit meekly.

"Yes, Daddy," said Daddy.

"Yes, Daddy," said Pipit.

"Bi, I bet. You eat cunt?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"That's good. Daddy likes." She came to Pipit, brushed a breast with one hand and slid a finger into her slit. "Soft baby skin, nice wet slash. I think I'll call you babycunt. What kind of play do you like, babycunt?"

"Humiliation, Daddy." Pipit was terrified and excited. It had been a long time since she'd felt such strong emotions.

"Limits?"

"No breaking the skin - please, Daddy. No blood play. I can't eat shit."

"Really, now!" said Daddy. "A little birdie told me you loved to eat shit - and now you've made it a hard limit. What a fucking pity! Bend over and hold your ankles."

Pipit did as she was told.

Daddy walked around behind her, and a moment later Pipit felt a wet finger probing her anus.

"Nice asshole. I'll bet you're a regular butt-slut. You like big things in your ass, babycunt?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"I got some big things for you. Funny thing about Neko getting fired for what half the girls in the fucking place do. Who do you suppose would tip off Kathy like that? You suppose it might be the butt-fucking sub who ended up with all Neko's business? No, don't answer, you'd just fucking lie. You are a liar, aren't you, babycunt?"

Pipit didn't say anything, and Daddy gave her bottom a hard whack.

"Speak when you're spoken to, skank!" she barked. "Are you a liar?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Fuck Neko, anyway. I'm glad she's gone. Stuck up cunt never gave me the time of day. But you're going to be Daddy's butt-toy, aren't you?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good. I know you'll be a good obedient butt-slut. Otherwise, you know, rumors might get started about why Neko got canned."

Daddy walked around Pipit, grasped her chin, and made her stand up again. She moved in close till their faces were three inches apart.

"Pretty little treacherous lying butt-fuck skank. Dangerous little bitch. I like you, babycunt - we're going to have fun together." Daddy wriggled out of her pants; she had no underwear on. Holding Pipit's gaze, she backed up to an overstuffed chair, sat on the edge, and slouched way back. She raised her legs till her knees were near her shoulders and wrapped her arms around them to hold them in place. Her pussy gaped, labia big and floppy; her anus was brown and puckered, the skin of her crack white and shiny.

"Better get started, slut," she said. "You fucking know what to do."

Pipit did know what to do. She dropped to her hands and knees, crawled to Daddy, and kissed her anus.

"There's my good butt-slut," said Daddy. "Put some fucking tongue in it."

The humiliation made Pipit's mouth water. She licked Daddy's ass wetly.

"I can tell this is your calling, babycunt. You must have kissed a lot of ass in your time, hmm?"

"Yes Daddy," said Pipit, voice muffled in her crack.

Daddy made her sphincter gape wide open - a trick Pipit had never seen before, which took her by surprise. Daddy said, "Put your tongue in, butt slut," and Pipit did that, thankful that Daddy's ass wasn't smelly or dirty. "Run it all around inside, whore, and lick me out, like a sweet French kiss."

Pipit did as she was told, thinking she was a butt slut and a treacherous bitch. She had gotten Neko fired, and it would be a fitting punishment for her to eat Daddy's ass for the rest of her life. Still, she was relieved when Daddy let her ass close and said, "Very good, butt-girl. Now your reward is you can eat my cunt."

She let her legs down, and Pipit sank her face into Daddy's big wet pussy. She ran her tongue up and down her wide slit and into her hollow vagina; she tongued her clit.

"Yeah, babycunt, work on that clit," said Daddy, and Pipit sucked it and licked, drooling into her. Her saliva and Daddy's juices ran down into her crack and dripped onto the upholstery.

Daddy was getting excited now, talking less. She took Pipit's head in her hands and pulled her fiercely into her pussy, so hard Pipit could hardly catch a breath, and humped her face, panting and groaning, till she came with a long, loud shout. Then she put a foot on Pipit's shoulder and shoved her back roughly.

"Get away from me, you filthy cunt," she said, and lay still for a minute, catching her breath. "Go to the bathroom," she said. "Piss, shit, do whatever you fucking have to do."

Pipit got a few toiletries from her box and searched out the bathroom. When she got back, Daddy was standing in the middle of the living room. She grabbed Pipit's braid and hauled her roughly and painfully into a small bedroom that had been equipped as a playroom: she had wedged in a cross, a small bondage table, and large wooden stocks. She pointed to a large pet cage and said, "In there." Pipit crawled in, and Daddy locked the gate with a padlock.

Daddy said, "I suppose Kathy told you I had a spare bedroom. Well, this is it. I'll let you out in the morning."

She left the room. The bottom of the cage was cold metal; Pipit would have no comfort tonight. She curled up and touched her clit. Her pussy was still wet.

"I'm sorry, Neko," she whispered, and rubbed herself. "Sorry, Daddy. So sorry." Her tears puddled on the floor of the cage.

* * *

When Pipit woke up, she didn't know the time, but from the way the sun was slanting in she guessed it was late morning. She lay in her cage and wondered if she'd fallen into the hands of a psychopath. By the time Daddy came to let her out, Pipit was desperate to get to the bathroom.

Daddy was smiling a gentle smile, naked except for a black strap-on. Her breasts were big, like water balloons; her bottom was dimpled. On her stomach was a big tattoo of a woman and a man bound back to back, and she had other tattoos all over - barbed wire, a triskelion in a circle, a skull with tatters of flesh clinging to it, and other things. She was carrying a collar with a leash attached and a bottle of lubricant, which she set down by the cage.

"Did we sleep well, babycunt?" she said in a lilting voice, opening the gate.

"Yes, Daddy," said Pipit.

"That's nice," she said. "Little sluts always begin the day by sucking Daddy's cock. Come out, little slut."

Pipit crawled out, and Daddy put the collar on her. "Please, Daddy, may I go to the bathroom?"

"First things first, babycunt. Suck my cock."

Pipit sucked Daddy's dildo. It was painful how badly she had to piss.

"You're a shit cocksucker," said Daddy. "I can't feel a thing."

As Daddy pulled the dildo out of her mouth, Pipit felt a little stab of shame, even though she knew it was absurd.

"Well," said Daddy, "get on your knees and elbows. It's time for your butt-fuck."

"Please, Daddy, I need to piss!" Pipit pleaded.

"Don't ask again," Daddy said, "or you'll find out how I punish butt-fuck skanks. Now get on your fucking knees," she said, and gave her a shove.

Pipit got on her elbows and knees and waited, heart pounding, while Daddy lubricated her. She tried not to think about how much she needed to piss, but it was impossible to ignore the pressure. And then, when Daddy pushed into her ass - suddenly and roughly, the way Master Frederick used to - it was all she could do not to piss herself. Between the familiar pain of the ass-fuck and the awful pressure on her bladder, it was almost unbearable. And for what? Daddy couldn't be getting much pleasure out of it, and Pipit certainly wasn't - it was just sadism. And yet her need for relief, and knowing only Daddy could give it, raised her emotions to fever pitch. She needed Daddy.

Finally Daddy stopped and pulled her dildo out. She sat cross-legged on the floor and said, "There's my sweet little butt-fuck skank. Come get a hug. Daddy will take care of her sweet babycunt."

Pipit crept into her lap, and Daddy hugged her to her big breasts and petted her. Pipit felt safe and cared for, as if Daddy were the only thing in the world she had to be scared of. She hoped Daddy wouldn't forget to let her piss, since she wasn't allowed to ask.

"Did you masturbate last night, babycunt?" Daddy asked.

"Yes, Daddy."

"I'll let it go for now, since I didn't tell you not to. But from now on you'll masturbate only when I give you permission. You'll come only when I tell you. You'll piss and shit only when I tell you. You'll shower or bathe when I tell you. You'll eat only what I give you, when I give it to you. Do you understand all that?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"There's my sweet slut." She unstrapped the dildo. "Now it's time for Daddy's orgasm." She let go of Pipit and lay back. Pipit lay on her stomach and went down on her, loving Daddy's big wet pussy, miserable and yet aroused by the pressure in her bladder, which lying like that made even more intense.

"Daddy, can I touch myself?" Pipit murmured into Daddy's pussy, though she already knew the answer.

"No, babycunt. You can touch me." Pipit put a finger in Daddy's vagina and fucked her as she made passionate love to her swollen clit, moisture pouring down her chin. Daddy spread her legs wider, and Pipit stroked a thigh with her other hand.

Daddy twisted both nipples and arched her back. "Yeah, eat me, little cunt-licker," she said. "Do it harder." Pipit licked and sucked Daddy's clit, longing to give her an orgasm, wanting to make it good for her. She fucked Daddy with two fingers and pressed the middle finger of her free hand firmly against Daddy's anus. She wiggled the finger and twisted it to work it a little way into her ass, and fucked her, pussy and anus, till finally Daddy cried "Oh, fuck!" and came, ass and vagina contracting around Pipit's fingers.

"That was good, babycunt," she said. "You might make a decent lover someday. Now Daddy'll give you a reward." She picked up the leash and stood. Pleased and proud to have been good for Daddy, Pipit got onto her hands and knees.

Daddy led her to the bathroom and said, "You can piss now." Pipit climbed onto the toilet and pissed, gazing gratefully at Daddy, who stood by, still holding the leash.

When Pipit had pissed and wiped, Daddy said, "On your knees again, little slut."

Pipit said, "Please, Daddy, can I have an orgasm?"

"No," said Daddy, "And don't fucking nag me about it anymore. Ask again and you'll get a punishment. You can make us breakfast." She led her to the kitchen, where Pipit saw that the clock in the microwave said eleven fifty.

Daddy left her alone to make coffee, four fried eggs sunny side up, and toast. When she came back to the kitchen she was holding two dog bowls.

"Pour some coffee into one," Daddy said. "Put two eggs in the other and crumble some toast on top."

Daddy put Pipit's bowls on the floor near a little table, where she herself sat to eat. Daddy massaged Pipit's pussy and anus with the big toe of her right foot while she ate and drank as best she could without hands, getting egg yolk and bread crumbs on her face. Pipit wished she could beg for an orgasm; somehow not being allowed to beg was making her arousal twice as intense.

Daddy went away while Pipit cleaned up, first washing her mouth in the kitchen sink. It was one o'clock by the time everything was clean and put away. Daddy called her to the living room, where she was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine. Pipit sat on the floor and rested her head on Daddy's knee.

Daddy combed Pipit's hair with her fingers and said, "Do you love me, babycunt?"

"Yes, Daddy," said Pipit, believing it was true.

"You're a sweet little girl, babycunt," said Daddy, "but I know better than to turn my back on you. You know what's going to happen to you if you ever cross me?"

"No, Daddy," said Pipit.

"I have lots of friends way more dangerous than you are, little slut. They've got sharp knives. They'll ruin that pretty face of yours."

Pipit felt cold deep inside. "Yes, Daddy," she said. Then she added, "I love you, Daddy. I'd never hurt you."

"I'll bet you loved Neko, too. Did you fuck her?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"I thought so. You're not the sort to let that pretty snatch of yours sit idle. Look at me, babycunt."

Pipit sat up and looked into her face.

"I'll make sure that sweet cunt stays busy and does some good for both of us. Here's how it's going to go down. Some day soon, maybe even tonight, a client at the dungeon will hint around, like maybe 'I wish I could be your Master for real,' or 'Don't you find the rules here kind of restrictive?' Or maybe he'll ask right out whether you ever see clients away from the dungeon. When that happens, you will say, 'Talk to Mistress Raquel about that.' Don't fucking say anything else; just send him to me. I'll set everything up. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," Pipit said, her excitement growing.

"I'll take care of you, babycunt," Daddy said, stroking her hair again as Pipit rested her head on her knee. "I'll do the scheduling, so your scenes don't conflict with mine. I'll make sure your scenes are safe and the clients respect your limits and safeword. I'll handle the money. I'll set the prices, pay for your food and rent out of my cut, and give you whatever isn't my cut. You won't ask either me or the clients about money."

"Yes, Daddy," said Pipit, knowing and not caring that Daddy's cut would be bigger than her own.

They sat for a long time, Daddy reading her magazine and Pipit on the floor beside her, letting her thoughts wander - sometimes yearning for an orgasm, sometimes thinking about the Mistress and Masters she'd lost. She tried not to think about Neko, but thoughts of her kept intruding. She'd come to love her face and body in just a short time. She felt bad, but . . . so what if Neko'd gotten her cute ass fired? It was her own fault for being as careless as she was about her whoring.

Pipit was tired. Her mind drifted, and she dozed on Daddy's knee. At three Daddy sent her for a nap. She came to wake her at four-thirty, made her take a shower, and led her to the playroom. She cuffed her to the cross and edged her for an hour with a vibrator, saying only "This'll get you ready for work." Pipit was sobbing and begging for an orgasm by the end of the hour, but Daddy wouldn't give her one.

At six thirty Daddy said, "Let's go, babycunt. We'll stop for a bite on the way to work. In the restaurant you'll call me Ma'am and pretend you're my meek little secretary. Got that?"

"Yes, Daddy," said Pipit.

* * *

It happened that very night as Daddy had said it would. The man who'd caned her the night before - his name was Jason - came back for another session. Pipit hated caning, but she was still so turned on from Daddy's edging that she spent almost the whole session in subspace. She was still there as she lay in his arms on the matted floor, and he said, "If I had one wish, Tosatsu, it'd be to make love to you."

Her own voice seemed to be coming from a great distance as she said, "Talk to Daddy."

"What?" the man said.

"Black corset," Pipit murmured. "Mistress Raquel. She'll fix everything."

When they got home after work, Daddy made Pipit undress, then took her in her arms and kissed her. She smelled good, like leather, sweat and pussy.

"You did good, babycunt," said Daddy. "Your pretty pussy will get a nice workout tomorrow afternoon."

"Thank you, Daddy," said Pipit.

"I've got a reward for you, and a present," said Daddy.

Pipit's heart beat faster.

"Daddy's going to give babycunt a special kiss tonight for a reward," she said. "Then I'll show you your present."

Daddy put on Pipit's collar and leash and led her to her own bedroom - a place Pipit had never been. Everything there was black and red, except for the bed, which had a white cover.

"Up on the bed," said Daddy, "and show me your cunt."

Pipit climbed onto the bed, lay on her back, and spread her legs. Still standing on the floor, Daddy leaned over her and put a hand on her pussy. She said, "Babycunt had to be extra special good to get a treat like this. Treacherous little skanks don't get nice things just for hanging around and being cute. They've got to please Daddy. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," said Pipit, body on fire with need.

Daddy got onto the bed, knelt beside her, and kissed her breasts. She nibbled and sucked her nipples, and it was like summer lightning flickering all through Pipit's body. Daddy kissed her stomach and licked her belly button. She got between her legs and nibbled the insides of her thighs, working so very slowly that Pipit wept for the sensation and her own impatience. But she didn't dare to beg - Daddy wouldn't like that. So she writhed and moaned. She tried to touch her breasts, but Daddy noticed and swatted her hands away. "Uh uh," she said.

Finally Daddy's lips closed over her pussy, and her tongue slid into her, tickling her urethra, probing into her vagina, licking up and down - but not touching her clit.

"Oh, please!" Pipit whined, and tried to reach for herself, but Daddy seized her wrist, looked up, and said "Bad babycunt. Do that again and Daddy will punish. And no begging." Daddy teased Pipit's clit with the tip of her tongue.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," Pipit cried, and squirmed and arched her back and moaned, Daddy sucking her clit now, till she was on the edge of orgasm.

Daddy sat up and said, "Babycunt like Daddy's special kiss?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said dejectedly.

"Do good with your client tomorrow, and maybe Daddy will give you an orgasm. Now it's time for your present."

Daddy led her to the playroom, where she went to a closet and pulled out a thin cotton-covered pad. She opened the cage, pushed the pad through the gate, and spread it on the bottom. It covered the metal floor neatly.

"There you are, babycunt," said Daddy. "How do you like it?"

"I love it. Thank you, Daddy," said Pipit, thinking that she'd sleep on the metal floor forever in exchange for one orgasm.

"Go to the bathroom, wash, piss, shit, and brush your teeth," said Daddy. "Then it'll be time for bed."

When Pipit returned, Daddy was holding a pair of leather cuffs connected by a short length of cable. She kissed her mouth, squeezed her ass, and said, "Climb into the cage." Pipit curled up on her new pad.

Daddy looped the cable through the bars of the cage and buckled the cuffs onto Pipit's wrists. The cable was so short that she couldn't reach the buckles - she might as well have been in handcuffs.

"There," said Daddy. "Now I can sleep easy, knowing you won't masturbate. Because you're a fucking liar, and I don't trust you. Sleep well, babycunt."
Pipit lay in the cage and thought about her client's visit tomorrow. She could hardly sleep for arousal and happiness. She could almost taste the shame she'd feel as he fucked her and maybe came in her mouth - the humiliation afterwards when Daddy called her a filthy slut and punished her. Daddy had been so good to arrange it. Daddy loved and cared for her babycunt. Her thoughts grew vague and diffuse - misty impressions of love for Daddy - as sleep stole over her.

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Jun 26, 2018 in bdsm

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