Daddy's Brainwashed Slut: Aural Seduction
When Hailey’s new stepdad buys her a fancy mp3 player for her 19th birthday, she gets an unexpected change in attitude… and a whole lot more.
[Warning: this 5300 word story contains graphic depictions of oral and vaginal sex, masturbation and subtle brainwashing from the victim’s perspective.] More
I scooped a saucepan out of the suds of the kitchen sink, water pretty hot even through my bright yellow latex gloves. I didn’t mind, though: it was hard to be down about anything with the bouncy club music piping through my ear buds. I bopped my head happily as I scrubbed its non-stick surface, humming along to the lively beat.
A moment later, a hand came out of nowhere, cupping my bare bottom. I let out a startled cry and dropped the dish back into the water, suds splashing down my front. My apron got most of it, but foam splattered the creamy skin of my bare legs.
I pulled out one earbud and groaned, “I thought you were gonna watch the game, not interrupt my chores.”
My stepdad Karl leaned in close and breathed in my ear, “Just needed to check discipline. You know the rules.” His was steamy, sending a tickling thrill down my spine.
I shivered and whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”
He reached around and cupped my left breast through my soaked apron, squeezing it firmly. He said, “Recite the one about chores.”
Leaning into his touch, I recited obediently, “A good girl performs her chores without allowing herself to be distracted. If I let myself be disturbed while I’m working, I’ve been naughty.”
“That’s right,” he reached between my legs with his free hand and stroked the inside of my thigh, sending tingling sensations down my legs. He added, “What’s the rule for naughty girls, Cupcake?”
The nickname made me snap to attention, the rest of the world so much less important than what he had to say. I leaned forward and braced against the sink with both hands, spreading my legs a little. Then I replied, voice barely over a whisper, “Naughty girls get sent to bed without cumming, Sir. But…” I trailed off, cheeks going red as I realized I’d just spoken out of turn.
“But what?” his voice was low.
I bit my lip and shook my head meekly.
He tweaked my nipple, sending a little thrill of pleasure and pain through me. Then he commanded, “Speak.”
I knew better than to disobey. I half turned my head so I could try batting my eyelashes and pleaded, “I was really looking forward to play time tonight, Daddy. Please, give me another chance to show you what a good girl I can be?”