"Pray bitch." You growl at me perhaps sensing my preoccupation with being ass fucked.

I do, only not for forgiveness but for release. I'm so hot it's painful. This with you is not like with the others. The other ones I have to pretend to cum with. I was conditioned to do that, but this, really turns me on. It shames me but it's true.

This is what I crave now, to be constantly reamed like this. I want to really be your little girl and stay with you, to be your slave only. You pull your thick cock out of me for a minute and then spit in my ass hole. A shiver runs up my spine at how degrading that is then explodes into heat increasing the already nearly overflowing fires in my body.

You insert your dick back into my little hole and fuck me harder than anyone ever has. Fluid’s drip and course down my thighs.

“Are you praying you nasty little girl?” You growl at me.

And then you cum inside me I feel the hot spurts filling up inside me adding to the pressure. You pull out and walk around to the front of me, the place where normal a Priest would stand as one knelt during a wedding ceremony.

“Clean it up! You nasty little bitch.” You say sticking your dick in my face. "You made Daddy dirty again!"

We both know where it’s just been and I blink but you pull me on you. I suck and lick and clean you again. I don't let myself get into it this time because I know you don't want me to but I could, so easily, even with where it’s been and what it has on it. I hate myself for that but being used like this is so horribly hot. I am so hot. I'm aching. I want release. I so rarely feel this way being fucked all day, you'd think I would but now with you, I'm weak for it.

When I have cleaned you. You push me off roughly. I think you are looking at me. I see your head shake negatively. You unchain my hands and legs. You go back and sit in your chair. The chair I've come to think of as The Daddy chair where you could cuddle me, fuck me, or make me cum.


“Come lie across my lap, face down.” You order. I shiver at that. I walk over to you, still wearing my catholic schoolgirl outfit. It’s a little wrinkled now and wet in places. Cum is flowing down my legs from my cunt and my ass.

“Daddy…” I say. “Daddy, don't, please…I'll be good I promise.” I'm whining a little, a place deep in my soul is being threatened now and I start to cry.

You laugh harshly at that.

"You don't know how to be good. You little slut, you couldn't be good if your life depended on it and it just might. What a lying filthy bitch you are. You don't know how to be good. You've just proven it over and over. So now Daddy has to punish you."

I lay down across you lap trembling. God you are so fucking strong. I am so damn wet. My pussy already pulsing I'm so scared and so excited.

“You don't know how to be good you little bitch. Now I'm going to spank you. You count as I do.” You say.

You spank my ass hard. And I feel the sting and the red concussion on my ass spreads in fiery little buzzes across my ass.. I start then to think that you might kill me. “One” I say my voice weak and excited. You spank me again and again so hard I get too excited and lose count. This makes you laugh and just hit me harder. I start to cum and you laugh louder.

"Yes, that's right come honey, Daddy's little girl has to come, NOW!" You say and I do, harder than I ever have before. The rest is a little fuzzy but later I am in my dorm. The slaves quarters, on my bare cot. I roll over on my stomach, my ass still sore from your touch and I cry, wanting to be back with you in the Daddy room forever.