Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“Gentlemen.” Daddy Daniel’s deep voice resonated through the room. “I present to you your entertainment for the evening. Amy has made significant progress in her rehabilitation, and tonight, she’ll demonstrate just how far she’s come.”
His words sent a flush of heat to my cheeks, equal parts pride and embarrassment. I kept my eyes lowered, acutely aware of the six pairs of eyes raking over my barely covered form.
“Amy,” Daddy Daniel continued, his tone commanding, “greet each daddy properly. On your knees, kiss their cocks, and thank them for the privilege of serving them tonight.”
My heart raced as I moved toward the first chair. Daddy Victor sat there, his dark eyes gleaming with anticipation. I sank to my knees before him, the plush carpet cushioning my descent. With trembling hands, I reached for the tie of his robe, parting the fabric to reveal his already hardening cock.
“Thank you for the privilege of serving you tonight, Daddy Victor,” I whispered, before leaning forward to press a soft kiss to the tip of his shaft. The musky scent of him filled my nostrils, making my head spin.
I moved to the next chair, where Daddy Reggie waited. His massive frame seemed to dwarf the throne-like seat, and I felt tiny as I knelt before him. Again, I parted his robe, revealing his impressive manhood. “Thank you for the privilege of serving you tonight, Daddy Reggie,” I murmured, placing a reverent kiss on his cock.
One by one, I made my way around the semicircle. Daddy Lawrence, his salt-and-pepper hair lending him a distinguished air. Daddy Tom, whose boyish grin belied the intensity in his eyes. Daddy William, always impeccably groomed, even in this setting. And finally, Daddy Kwame, his ebony skin a striking contrast to the white of his teeth as he smiled down at me.
To each, I offered the same words of gratitude, the same soft kiss. By the time I reached the last chair, my lips tingled and my core ached with need. The plug in my anus seemed somehow to ground me, to tie me to my own special daddy, even as it tormented me.
As I finished greeting the last of the daddies, I felt Daddy Daniel’s presence behind me, his warmth almost radiating through the sheer fabric of my babydoll nightgown. His hand came to rest on my shoulder, firm and possessive.
“Amy,” he said, his voice low and commanding, “kneel before me.”
I turned, my heart pounding in my chest, and sank to my knees in front of Daddy Daniel. I barely noticed the softness of the carpet against my knees, my attention entirely focused on the imposing figure before me. His black bathrobe hung open, revealing tantalizing glimpses of his muscular chest and the trail of dark hair that led down to his impressive manhood.
Daddy Daniel’s ice-blue eyes locked onto mine, his gaze intense and penetrating. I felt as though he could see right through me, into the deepest recesses of my soul. The air in the Hall of Pleasure seemed to crackle with tension, the other daddies watching our interaction with rapt attention.
“Gentlemen,” Daddy Daniel addressed the room, his voice carrying easily in the hushed space, “as I said, my Amy has taken a significant step forward in her rehabilitation. She’s shown remarkable progress in her submission and her willingness to serve.”
A murmur of approval rippled through the assembled daddies. I felt a flush of pride at Daddy Daniel’s words, even as a part of me quailed at what I knew must come next.
Daddy Daniel’s hand came to rest on the top of my head, his fingers tangling gently in my hair. “However,” he continued, his tone taking on a sterner edge, “we must remember that at her core, Amy will always be a bad girl. It’s in her nature, isn’t it, Amy?”
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of expectation pressing down on me. “Y-yes, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
“Louder,” Daddy Daniel commanded, his grip in my hair tightening slightly. “I want everyone to hear you admit it.”
Drawing a shaky breath, I raised my voice. “Yes, Daddy. It’s true. I’ll always be a bad girl.”
The words hung in the air, a confession and a promise all at once. I felt as if I had laid bare not just my body but my very essence for all to see.
Daddy Daniel’s expression softened slightly, a hint of approval in his eyes. “Good girl,” he murmured, his smile widening a little at the paradox, before he addressed me more directly.
His fingers tightened in my hair, tilting my head back to meet his gaze, warm despite the force of his grip. “And do you know what that means, Amy? That you’ll always be a bad girl?”
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. The air in the Hall of Pleasure felt thick and heavy, pressing down on me from all sides. I could almost feel the other daddies leaning forward in their chairs, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. I sensed the weight of their collective gaze on my barely covered form, the sheer fabric of the babydoll nightgown doing very little to conceal my nakedness.