The Captain’s Daughter (F/f femdom, oral, forced orgasms)

The sun felt like an ice pick to her brain and Becky Kline squeezed her eyes shut as soon as she opened them. She grimaced as her head started pounding. It felt like her brain was trying to kick its way out of her eye socket. Her stomach was sour and her mouth tasted like she had licked an ashtray. She grimaced, again, thinking the only time she smoked was when she drank.  Judging by the bitch of a headache and the bubble guts, she must have tied one helluva one on last night.

Someone’s weight shifted on the bed beside her and an arm was thrown across her shoulders.  Cringing, she wondered who was in bed with her. She strained her aching brain but she couldn’t remember anything about last night.  The last thing she remembered was getting dressed in her Class A dress uniform for the Captain’s barbeque.

Oh God, she thought, panicking, I hope I didn’t sleep with anyone from the boat.

She needed to know but was afraid to open her eyes. Her heart racing in her breast, she opened her eyes, grimacing at the instant pain in her head.  Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to keep them open until she got used to the light then glanced over her shoulder at her bedmate.  Her heart sank into her stomach when she saw the naked girl with her arm around her.  She recognized her as the Captain’s daughter.

His thirteen year old daughter.

She was afraid to but she looked down at herself, anyway. Her heart sank even lower seeing she was naked, as well, her uniform nowhere in sight.

What the fuck, Becky, she thought, her gut roiling, why are you naked in bed with the Captain’s thirteen year old daughter?

The girl- Madison was her name, Becky remembered- stirred, opened her startlingly green eyes. Madison saw her looking at her, gave Becky a warm smile that didn’t do anything for her nerves. It was a friendly smile, a familiar smile and in this circumstance, a frightening one.

“Good morning,” Madison said, snuggling against Becky, her slender body molding against hers. All hope that there was an innocent explanation for both of them being naked in the same bed went out the window when the girl pressed her lips to Becky’s.

Startled, she tried to gasp and the girl’s tongue slipped into her mouth. Breaking the kiss before it really got started, the girl crinkled up her nose and said, “You need to brush your teeth. Your mouth tastes horrible.”

“Um, Madison,” Becky said, swallowing hard, “can I call you Madison?”

Madison grinned at her, resting her head on Becky’s shoulder, “I think we are on first name basis after last night, Becky.”

It wasn’t exactly a confirmation of her worst fear but it sure felt like a nail in her coffin.

“Madison,” she said, slipping out of the girl’s arms and then out of the bed, “I’m a little fuzzy about what happened last night.”

“Yeah, you had a lot to drink,” the girl said, laughing.

With a hint of a smile on her face, Madison looked Becky up and down, her eyes lingering here and there on her naked body.  The smile had turned playful by the time the girl made it to Becky’s eyes.  The interest in those greenest of green eyes made Becky nervous and she looked around for her uniform.  It was nowhere to be found.  Giving up on finding it, she just wanted something to cover her nudity.  The way the girl was looking at her had her on edge, made her feel like a field mouse must feel with a cat staring at it.  Curiously, there were no sheets or covers on the bed, so she just grabbed a pillow and held it in front of her.  It wasn’t much but it was better than nothing.

“It’s a little late for that now,” the girl said, laughing. Madison made no move to cover her own nudity and Becky couldn’t stop looking at her.  The teenager’s lithe, lean body drew her eye like a car crash.  She knew she should look away but she was having trouble doing so.  From her coltish long legs, to her hips just beginning to flare, to her flat belly, to her budding breasts, finally to her pretty face frame in silky red hair.

As much as she hated herself for it, she had to admit the girl was attractive. She was Becky’s type, the secret one she didn’t tell anyone about.  She had a weakness for girls like Madison, but it was one she had under control.  Or had under control.  It seemed her restraint had slipped last night.

Slipped, she thought, sarcastically, it didn’t slip.  You slept with a thirteen year old girl! That isn’t a slip but a complete and utter fuck-up.

“Madison, where is my uniform,” Becky asked, looking around for it, again.

“You don’t need it just, yet,” the girl said, patting the bed beside her, “come back to bed.”

“Oh God. Listen, Madison. I- I don’t know what happened last night. I was drunk and I… I’m  so, so sorry.”

“Why,” she asked, the amused grin still tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“Why,” Becky parroted, blinking dumbly at her.

“Did we do something to be ashamed of,” Madison asked, flashing her green eyes at Becky, “I thought it was amazing. You were amazing.”

Becky started to say something, then changed her mind.  The girl’s line ‘did we do something to be ashamed of’ bugged her and she took a second to think about the girl’s feelings.  Madison seemed curiously okay with what had happened last night.  Would it be right for Becky to tell her it wasn’t, that last night shouldn’t have happened? Honestly, she didn’t know.

“Listen, let me get dressed- you, too- and we can talk about what happened,” Becky said.

“Nah,” Madison said, snagging the pillow. The move was so unexpected that the girl had the pillow away from her before her mind even had time to think to hold onto it.  She gasped in surprise as the girl tucked it behind her head, grinned at Becky. Looking around, she tried to find something else to cover herself with. She found nothing, the room surprisingly barren, so she used her arm and hand to hide her nakedness as best as she could.  Her face burned with embarrassment as the Madison just grinned at her.

“Move your arms, Becky,” the girl said, her tone suggesting she expected to be obeyed. Becky had no intention of doing what she said.

“This isn’t funny, Madison,” Becky said, meeting the girl’s eyes.  She wished she hadn’t because the look the girl was giving her made her nervous.  There was a quiet certainty in her eyes and it confused Becky and made her heart beat faster.

“Oh, it kind of is but you aren’t laughing because you can’t see the punch line, yet.”

“May I have my clothes, please,” she said, her embarrassment giving way to anger.  She had to grit her teeth to spit the ‘please’ out.

Who did this girl think she was?  The audacity of the kid only stoked her anger.  This game had gone on long enough, Becky decided.

Madison gave her a warning look, said, “I’d watch you tone if I were you.  You do understand what you’ve done, right?  I have your career by the short and curlies- or would if you had any.  Do you always shave down there or was yesterday something special?”

“My career,” Becky parroted, her eyes widening.

“And the rest of your life,” Madison said, her smile becoming predatory, “you just had sex with a thirteen year old girl.  The Captain’s daughter, no less. I wonder what would happen if that got out…”

Becky’s heart dropped into her gut and she felt hot all over as the girl’s words sank in.  Suddenly her legs felt like rubber bands and she couldn’t breath. She needed to sit down or fall down. Sitting on the edge of the bed and burying her head in her hands, she realized her hangover was gone.

“It isn’t all that bad, Becky,” Madison said, moving behind her on the bed. Becky flinched as the girl moved against her, wrapped her arms around her shoulders.  She hated herself for liking the way Madison’s body felt against hers, the way her small breasts mashed against her shoulder blades.

“How is it not bad,” Becky said, laughing sarcastically.

“You are looking at this all wrong,” Madison said, resting her chin on Becky’s shoulder, “as long as you behave, you aren’t going to be in trouble.  You going to prison would ruin all the fun.  And I think you’ll like the games we play; you did last night, anyway.”

“Behave,” Becky asked, her heart racing in her breast.

“You are a petty officer, so you should be used to following orders,” Madison said, kissing Becky’s neck just below the ear, “you just have to follow mine and you are a free woman. Well, you won’t go to prison, anyway.”

“What is this,” Becky asked, even though she thought she already knew.  Was this really happening to her?  Was she supposed to just relent, be this girl’s… Plaything?

“The start of a wonderful relationship,” Madison said, her hands slipping down to cup Becky’s breasts.

Gasping, Becky  wanted to push her hands away, didn’t.  She wished she could say it was only because of the girl’s implied threat but it wasn’t.  Her nipples stiffened and she shivered as they drug across Madison’s palms.  She bit her lip, didn’t want to make a sound, even though a moan wanted to slip past her lips.  Madison teased her nipples until they ached sweetly and she couldn’t hold it in anymore.  Like the dam had broke, moans and sighs escaped her slack mouth.

“Play with yourself for me, Becky,” Madison whispered quietly in her ear.

“What,” Becky said, laughing in surprise to hear the girl say something like that.

Madison sighed, said, “I’m being patient with you because I know this is a lot to get used to but my patients is wearing thin.  I said play with yourself. Your response should be ‘Yes, Mistress Holden’ and then do as you are told.  Is that clear?”

Becky felt trapped, the girl holding what amounted to a guillotine over her neck. Her voice was trembling when she said, “Yes, Mistress Holden.”

“Good girl,” Madison said, still fondling her breasts, “now play with yourself for me.”

“Yes, Mistress Holden,” Becky said.

Her face hot with embarrassment, Becky slipped a hand between her thighs to tease her bud.  The girl looked down, watched her fingers as they made lazy circles.  She felt herself becoming aroused, not from what she was doing to herself but from Madison’s greedy eyes on her.  Her breath became fast and shallow in Becky’s ear and she realized that Madison was getting excited, as well.  She didn’t know if it was from watching her or from the power she now had over Becky, but the girl was turned on.

“How does that feel Becky,” Madison asked, purring in her ear.

“Good,” Becky said, which wasn’t a lie.  As she became aroused herself, the caressing fingers were awakening wonderful sensations in her body.

Madison suddenly twisted one of her nipples hard, making Becky gasp in pain. The girl had an edge to her voice when she said, “Good, what?”

It was hard to think past the sharp pain in her breast but Becky realized her mistake, said, “Good, Mistress Holden.”

Her nipple was released and she sighed with relief.  Madison gently caressed the tender nub, made her shiver deliciously.  The contrast between the pain and the gentle touch confused  her body and excited her more than she liked to admit. She had never played S&M games before, hadn’t seen the appeal but as the girl teased and used her for her own amusement, Becky couldn’t deny she was turned on.

“Are you getting wet, Becky,” Madison purred, kissing her shoulder.

She blushed at the girl’s words, took a deep breath to bolster her nerve and said, “Yes, Mistress Holden.”

“Good, I want you to slip two of your fingers inside of you.”

“Yes, Mistress Holden,” Becky said, her cheeks burning as her hand moved lower and her fingers eased inside of her.  She was surprised to find just how excited the girl had made her, her juices running down her fingers.

“Do you like fingering yourself, Becky,” Madison asked.

“Yes, Mistress Holden,” Becky said, her voice trembling.

“Then you may,” the girl said, the smile clear in her voice.

Becky said, “Thank you, Mistress Holden.”

She didn’t know why she said it, why she should be thanking the girl who was blackmailing her and forcing her to humiliate herself. Still, she had and it seemed to be the right thing to do.

“You are welcome, Becky. Your Mistress wants her new slave to enjoy herself.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Becky said, her voice a breathy sigh. Her fingers found the magic spot deep inside of her and she moaned thickly.

I’m her slave, Becky thought, amazed by how little that fazed her.  How fast she was becoming acceptant of her new situation concerned her.  It was getting hard to tell if she was doing what she was told because she had to or wanted to.

Her fingers caressing her g-spot and the girl’s hands kneading her breasts had her all worked up.  She was moaning and her hips undulating against her hand.  She thought she might come if the girl didn’t let her stop.

Again, she wondered at her own thoughts.  She was a grown woman, a Petty Officer in the Coast Guard, and was more than capable of thinking for herself.  If she wanted to stop, she would stop. Right?

Madison didn’t tell her to stop and she felt her body gathering tension.  Her hips lost their grace and her cries of pleasure grew sharp as she rocketed toward release.  Then she came hard, her whole body shaking at the intensity of it. She was a trembling mess as she eased her fingers out of her sopping wet pussy.

“Did you just come,” Madison asked, the edge back in her voice, “and who said to take your fingers out?”

“I-” Becky said, her post orgasmic mind spinning.

“You will ask permission to come, Slave,” Madison said, moving from behind her, “now bend over the bed. Ass up like the slut you are.”

“Yes, Mistress Holden,” Becky said, gritting her teeth at the insult.  She got up and bent over the bed, her ass up like the girl had said.

Madison produced a vibrator from under her bed, the kind with a big bulbous head and a cord. Showing it to Becky, she flicked the switch on the side and it came buzzing to life.  She held it out to Becky, said, “Hold this against your clit and don’t remove it until I tell you to.  Do you understand? Not until I tell you to.”

“I understand, Mistress Holden,” Becky said, still biting back her anger.  She took the sex toy from the girl, pressed it between her thighs.  The vibrations were much stronger than she had anticipated, especially against her still tender bud.

Madison got off the bed, moved behind her. Distracted by the intense pleasure the toy was giving her, Becky wasn’t ready for the fast smack of the girl’s hand against her buttock.  She yelped in pain, nearly dropped the toy in her surprise.  The second hit was harder than the first and it left her flesh stinging.

I’m being spanked by a little girl, Becky thought, her mind reeling.

The third smack came on her other buttock and she hissed in pain.  The girl was surprisingly strong, her hand leaving red marks on Becky’s pale buttocks.

Even through the pain, the vibrator was making her hips gyrate and she couldn’t contain the moans dripping from her slack mouth.  The pain and the pleasure blended into one sensation and she couldn’t tell them apart. When Madison’s hand met her bare skin a fourth time, she didn’t hiss in pain but pleasure.

Her body hadn’t recovered from her orgasm and already the vibrator had her on the edge of another climax.  She had learned her lesson, said, “May I come, Mistress Holden?”

“Not yet,” Madison said, gently caressing her stinging buttocks with her hand, “you need to learn some self-control.”

The orgasm was gathering speed deep inside of her and she wasn’t sure she could stop it from shaking her apart.  She didn’t want to come without her mistress’s permission.  Panicking, she tried to distract herself, to ignore the building tension in her body.  Madison smacked her ass, again and she focused on the pain.  It helped some but it wouldn’t work forever.

“May I please come, Mistress Holden,” she said, the desperation creeping into her voice. The toy had her right on the edge and she couldn’t escape the vibrations.  Her will not to come wasn’t as strong as the vibrations. It would drive her over the edge and into oblivion whether she wanted to take the plunge or not.

“Beg me, Becky. Beg me to let you come,” Madison said, her hand coming down hard on Becky’s already tender backside.

“Please, let me come, Mistress Holden.  I can’t hold off anymore.  Please,” she said, her voice shaky.  Tears welled in her eyes, partly from the pain but also from frustration, so close to release but unable to obtain it.  She was embarrassed as they spilled down her cheeks.

“You may come, slave,” Madison said, smacking her ass, again.

“Thank you, Mistress Holden,” she cried, her body going crazy as an orgasm shook her, “Thank You!”

“I wouldn’t be so fast to thank me, slave,” she said, the smile clear in her voice.

Becky started to pull the toy away from her tender bud then remembered what the girl had said.  Its bulbous head was torture on her very sensitive clit, made her hips jerk but she couldn’t pull it away.  Even before the first orgasm had completely faded, she felt another come to life deep inside of her. Her eyes widened as she understood the girl’s words, now.

“May I… May I come, Mistress Holden,” she said, gasping.

“You may, Slave,” Madison said, sitting on the bed beside her. She stroked Becky’s hair lovingly as the woman shook through her most intense orgasm, yet.

“Oh God, may-I-come-Mistress-Holden,” Becky said as fast as she could, feeling another orgasm already building inside.

“You may.  You don’t have to ask permission anymore, slave.  Just for now, I’ll let you come without asking first.”

“Thank you, Mistress Holden!”

“But you’ll have to ask permission to stop,” Madison said, still stroking Becky’s hair.

As if her words conjured it, another orgasm shook Becky. They were coming so fast, the sensations stacking on top of each other until it was almost too much to handle.  Her thighs quivered like jello and she couldn’t stop making these sharp noises of enjoyment.  Even as she rolled her eyes to the door, she couldn’t hold them in.

Another orgasm slammed into her and her knees buckled.  Madison made a tisk sound and Becky struggled to get her feet under her.  No sooner did she manage that another orgasm drove her to her knees, again.

“Mistress Holden,” Becky moaned, trying to force the words out, “may I stay on my knees?”

“Won’t your legs hold you anymore, Slave,” Madison said, amused.

“No, Mistress Holden,” Becky said.

“We’ll need to work on that, for you,” the girl said, then, “you may stay on your knees for now, Slave.”

“Oh God,” Becky said as her face screwed up with another orgasm, “thank you, Mistress Holden.”

“Oh, you won’t be thanking me then,” the thirteen year old said, making Becky cringe.

She really couldn’t think about what the girl’s words could mean, right then. Her body a mess of screaming nerve ending and her brain felt fuzzy from all the orgasms she had had.  She wasn’t even sure how many had rocked her, anymore.  It was like the vibrator had turned her into one like it, her whole body trembling like a spooked chihuahua. Just keeping her fingers closed around the shaft of the vibrator and keeping its bulbous head against her poor tortured clit was almost too much of a struggle.

Crying out, she orgasmed, again.  She hadn’t even completely finished with it, when another gathered steam deep inside. They were coming so fast now, an endless barrage on her senses.  She had come so many times, it was painful now, how intense the sensation was. It was like a pinch in a very bad place.

“May I stop coming, Mistress Holden,” Becky said, her voice trembling.

“I don’t know. I’m not convinced you’ve learned your lesson.  I’m a very thorough teacher and I want to be sure you never make the mistake of coming without my permission, again.”

“Oh GOD,” Becky said, the most intense orgasm yet shaking her to pieces. She thought she might come apart, it shook her so hard, “please, Mistress Holden. I can’t…”

Becky never thought she’d beg to stop coming but she was doing it now.

“Have you reached your breaking point, then, Slave?”

“Yes, Mistress Holden,” Becky cried.

“Five more orgasms and I’ll let you stop and I want you to say ‘Thank you for teaching me, Mistress Holden’ each time you come.”

Becky wanted to laugh, thinking she’d have killed to have five orgasms  during sex before this, but now five orgasms just might kill her.  She never come like this before, never experienced anything like it.

It wasn’t long before the first orgasm of the five her Mistress required shook her.  Her voice was shot from her cries of ecstasy and made even lower by her inability to draw anything but the shallowest of breaths but she managed to say, “Thank you for teaching me, Mistress.”

“You are welcome, Slave,” Madison said, putting her hand under Becky’s chin and turning her face toward her, “four more to go.”

It was kind of unnerving, looking into the girl’s eyes as her body came apart with another orgasm, but also kind of thrilling.  She could see the excitement in Madison’s eyes from what she was putting Becky through,  knew the thirteen year old was turned on.  Becky knew she should be furious at the girl for blackmailing her into this but she couldn’t bolster any anger for Madison.  She also knew she shouldn’t like the look in her eyes but she did.

“Thank you…teaching me… Mistress,” Becky forced out around a moan that never seemed to end.

“Three more.”

Another orgasm had her and it took her breath away, cutting her cry off in the middle of an exhalation.  She couldn’t get the words out no matter how hard she tried.  Madison was smiling at her as she struggled but she couldn’t speak.  She climaxed again even before she was finished shaking with the first one, but at least she found her voice, crying out, “Thank you for teaching me, Mistress!”

“Two more to go,” Madison said, smiling playfully at her Becky.  Becky’s eyes grew wide in shock and Madison laughed, “What? Did you have two orgasms just then? You didn’t say anything, so how could I know? Two more to go.”

“Oh, fuck,” Becky said, her face screwing up as she came, again, “Thank you for…Oh, fuck! Not again… Thank-you-for-teaching-me, Mistress.”

“One more,” Madison said, her smile saying she knew that Becky had just came twice, again.

“THANK YOU FOR TEACHING ME, MISTRESS,” she cried out as her body went crazy.

“You are welcome, Slave,” she said, stroking Becky’s cheek, “you may stop.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” she said, her fingers opening and the sex toy falling to the floor with a thump. It was vibrating so hard, it was inching across the floor away from her.

“Have you learned your lesson,” Madison asked, still stroking her cheek.

“Yes, Mistress Holden,” Becky said, honestly.  It wasn’t a lesson she would soon forget. She was panting, sweaty, her whole body felt numb and alive at the same time. Her mind felt fuzzy, like she was intoxicated, had drank too much wine, again. She was a mess but she didn’t care. That had been amazing.

“No more coming without my permission,” the thirteen asked.

“No, Mistress Holden,” Becky said, surprised by how easy it was becoming to call Madison that.  It came out of her mouth without her even thinking about it.  She wondered if it had anything to do with her military training.  Was responding like this just ingrained into her now from boot camp and her time on the boat or had the girl programmed her to say it in such a short period of time?

“I believe you, Slave,” Madison said, moving further onto the bed, “you are a fast learner, Slave Becky. As a reward for your diligence, I’ll let you pleasure me now.”

Becky stared at the soft folds of the girl’s sex, the light patch of red hair just coming in.  Did she dare?  Then again, did she dare not to.  Would the girl really ruin Becky’s  life if she didn’t do as she was told? She really didn’t think so, but it was enough of an excuse for her. After all, she wanted the girl so bad.

Taking a deep breath, she got her shaky legs under her, her eyes widening at how rubbery they felt.  She crawled onto the bed, between the girl’s milky thighs. Her heart was racing and she couldn’t breath.  She tore her eyes away from Madison’s girlhood, looked into her green eyes.

“May I, Mistress Holden,” she said, her voice trembling with need and fear. She kind of wished the girl would say no, because she didn’t think she could stop on her own.

“You may, Slave Becky,” Madison said, laying on her back. She propped up on her elbows and spread her legs wide for Becky. Her green eyes flashed with mischief and her smile was playful as she regarded the woman on her hands and knees in front of her.

Becky lowered her mouth to the girl, stopping only inches from her skin.  Giving in, she kissed the girl’s tender bud, let her tongue tease a moan from the thirteen year old.  With the taste of Madison’s salty skin on her tongue, she was undone, all her denial of her secret desires out the window.  A dizzying wave of exhilaration worked through her as she flicked her tongue back and forth across the redhead’s clit, made the girl moan and her hips gyrate.

“I see you’ve done this before,” Madison said, around a moan.

Becky didn’t respond, but the girl was right.  She had had a few girlfriends in high school, but none since joining the Coast Guard.  Still, it came back to her and she wondered why she had ever stopped.  The musky scent of the Madison’s excitement, the salty taste of her skin, the soft sounds she was making as Becky teased her young body made her miss her girlfriends, doing this to them.

She wanted to explore the girl’s- her Mistress’s body- but she didn’t have permission so she kept her hands on the mattress. It wasn’t easy, the urge to see if Madison’s pale skin was a soft and smooth as it looked was hard to resist.

Maybe reading Becky’s mind or just wanting the touch herself, Madison took Becky’s hands and put them on her small breasts.  It was all the permission Becky needed and she let herself explore the young girl’s body. She couldn’t remember ever being so excited.

“On your back, Slave Becky,” Madison moaned.

Wondering what the girl was up to, Becky moved from between Madison’s thighs, stretched out on her back beside of her. As the girl got to her knees and straddled her shoulders, Becky realized her intentions. It gave her a bit of kinky thrill, having a thirteen year old girl sit on her face.  Then the soft folds of Madison’s girlhood was pressed insistently against her mouth and she shivered with excitement.

“Hold out your tongue, Slave,” Madison said.

“Yes, Mistress Holden,” Becky said, her voice muffled against the girl.  She held out her tongue and the girl adjusted her position until Becky gasped in surprise as her tongue slipped inside the girl.

Madison wasn’t a virgin, something that came as a bit of a shock for Becky.  The girl was only thirteen, after all.  Then she thought about last night and everything they had done this morning and she guessed she shouldn’t be all that surprised.  Madison wasn’t a typical girl and far from innocent it.

Becky tried to move her tongue inside the girl but Madison slapped her on the top of the head, said, “No.  Just hold out your tongue.”

“Yes, Mistress Holden,” Becky managed to say, then stuck her tongue out as far as she could manage.  The taste of the girl on her tongue was intoxicating, the musky scent of her sex addicting.
Madison began to roll her hips back and forth, grinding against her mouth and riding her tongue.  She rolled her eyes up at the girl, seeing the slack jawed look of enjoyment on her face. Becky found herself getting turned on by the girl’s sexuality, heat blossoming between her thighs. After the vibrator torture, she figured it would be a long time before she felt this, again, but there was no denying she was becoming aroused, again.

She had learned something about herself today- she liked this kind of abuse.  Had Madison- no, Mistress Holden- known she’d respond like this, even if she hadn’t, or did the girl just get lucky?  Becky didn’t know.

“Oh God,” Madison said, cupping her small, heaving breasts, teased them as Becky watched.  Becky couldn’t look away. The thirteen year old teased her own nipples until her back arched and a groan escaped her.

The girl was really turned on, her juices all over Becky’s face as she continued to rub her lower abdomen against her mouth.  The smell of her only grew stronger as she become more and more excited.

“That feels so fucking good,” Madison said, her hands slipping from her breasts.  Smiling down at her, she gently brushed Becky’s hair from her face, moaned, “you are going to make me come, Slave.”

Becky felt a shiver work its way through her at the girl’s words. Hearing the dirty talk coming out of such a sweet face turned her on more than she liked to admit. Her body responded and she became even more aroused. Even after orgasming so many time she had lost count, the girl had her horny, again.

“Oh God, OH god, OH GOD,” the cried as her body stiffened against Becky’s face.

Becky could feel her coming against her mouth, on her tongue. It was a weird feeling, having a thirteen year old’s sex spasming against her lips, her juices flooding her mouth. She had never experienced anything like it.

Madison sat astride her face for a moment, collecting herself after her orgasm and Becky could only wait for the girl to move.  Finally, Madison crawled off of her, flopped onto her back beside Becky.  The girl glanced sideways at her, a huge grin on her face, said, “That was awesome!”

That line made Becky smile and she was reminded that Madison was just a kid. A sexy, manipulative, and far from innocent kid, but a kid none the less.  To hear her say ‘That was awesome’ was kind of endearing.

“You’ve done well, Slave,” Madison said, smiling proudly at her, “so I’ll reward you. Get on your knees by the bed.”

“Yes, Mistress Holden,” Becky said, doing as she was told. She watched the girl get off the bed and go to her dresser.  From the top drawer, she grabbed something but Becky couldn’t see what it was until she turned around.  Her eyes widened when she saw the dog collar in the girl’s hands and realized it was for her.  She knew enough about S&M to know the significance of the collar.

“This belonged to one of my other slaves, but she earned a new one, so…” Madison said, sitting on the bed in front of Becky.

Other slaves, Becky thought, imagining the girl with another woman, putting her through something like Madison had just put her through.  Oddly enough, she didn’t have any problem picturing it.

“You showed me your potential today, Becky,” Madison said, holding out the collar, “when you’ve proven yourself worthy, I’ll get you one of your own.”

Staring at the collar, Becky wondered if she wanted this or did she just move her hair out of the way because the girl was still blackmailing her.  Would she still let the girl slip the dog collar around her neck if her career and possibly her whole life weren’t on the line?  She wished she could have said no outright, but she wondered…

Madison slipped the collar around her neck, fastened it in place. Becky was shivering as she let her hair fall into place, a nervous energy surging through her. While not exactly a prude, this was still the craziest thing she’d ever done by far. She was way off the usual path and she got the feeling she hadn’t travel as far as she was going to down this new path, yet. She shivered again, wondering where the collar around her neck would lead.

“You are mine, now,” Madison said, lovingly stroking her cheek, “do you understand, Slave?”

“I am yours, Mistress Holden,” Becky said, a little concerned how eager her voice sounded.

“Then on your feet,” Madison said, getting up and going to her dresser, again.

She returned with a leash, showed it to Becky before snapping it to the D ring on the collar.   She led Becky toward the door. Becky’s heart sank as she realized the girl intended to lead her out of the room by the leash, force her to walk around completely naked, pussy juice still drying on her face. Maybe it had been temporary madness but she had forgotten where she was, that she was in the house of her commanding officer. It all came crashing home as Madison twisted the knob on the door and it swung open.  She hesitated, hoping the girl wouldn’t make her do this. Her stomach roiled as the girl tugged insistently on the leash.

Her legs didn’t want to move but she forced them to follow the girl out into the hallway, then down the stairs.  She kept looking around expecting to see her Captain, dreading what would happen if he saw her like this, naked and submissive to his thirteen year old daughter.  Downstairs, they made their way through the living room, where she saw some of the mess from the party still laying around.  Through an archway they walked and into the kitchen, where they found Madison’s stepmother washing dishes, her back to them. Becky wanted to bolt but Madison wouldn’t let her, held the leash firm.

“Nancy,” Madison said, making Becky cringe. The woman turned and saw them standing just inside the archway, her eyes widening just a little. Then a faint smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Becky didn’t know what to make of the smile, but the woman’s lack of surprise nearly floored her.  Nancy didn’t seem to find it odd at all that her naked thirteen year old step-daughter had an equally naked woman on a leash.

“Is Slave Becky’s uniform, ready,” Madison asked, making Becky turn red in humiliation. The game had been kind of fun in the bedroom, when it was just the girl and her but this was mortifying. Nancy gave her a knowing smile, which made her face feel even hotter.

“Let me check, Mistress Holden,” Nancy said, leaving Becky to blink in surprise at her as she left the kitchen.

“Nancy was my first slave,” Madison said, seeing the look on her face, “She has special… needs. She is a sub. When Dad got underway, it was hard on her. Poor woman needs to be told what to do so bad that she made an eight year old girl  her mistress.  She is the one who showed me how.”

“Oh,” Becky said, stunned.  She hadn’t thought about why Madison was the way she was but now she knew.

Grinning, Madison said, “She says the apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree, that I mistreat her just like Daddy does.”
“Is this… hers,” Becky asked, fingering her collar.

That grin widened when Madison said, “No.”

Becky looked wide eyed at the girl and Madison laughed, “Are you doing the math, Slave?”

“Um, Mistress Holden,” she said, wondering if she dared to ask the question that was burning in her head, “how many of us are there? Slaves?”

“Don’t worry,” the girl said, instead of answering the question, “you’ll get to meet them soon enough. Your sisters.”

“The uniform is dry,” Nancy said, coming back into the kitchen with a neatly folded bundle of clothing.

“Did the stain come out,” Madison asked.

“I’m afraid not, Mistress,” her stepmother said, hanging her head.

“I didn’t think it would,” Becky said, taking the clothes from her and turning to Becky, “you spilled wine all over yourself. Your dress uniform is ruined but it’ll get you home.”

“Yes, Mistress Holden,” Becky said, staring longingly at her clothes.  Being naked was getting to be uncomfortable but she had to wait for her Mistress to give them to her.

“Who do you belong to, Slave,” Madison asked, making no move to give her the clothes.

“You, Mistress Holden,” Becky said, glancing at Nancy.  The woman had that faint smile on her face, again. Having the woman witness her submission wasn’t as embarrassing this time, now that she knew the woman’s secret but it still made her face hot.

“Forgive me, Mistress,” Nancy said, glancing at the clock, “your father will be home soon. Perhaps now would be a good time to put away your new… Toy.”

“Okay,” Madison said, glancing at the clock, herself, “playtime is almost over, Slave.  I won’t make you wear the collar home but keep it close to your heart. You earned it.”

“Yes, Mistress Holden,” Becky said, her heart racing now that she saw the light at the end of this particular dark tunnel.

“I’d hate to think you would forget who owns you when you leave,” Madison said, giving the leash a hard jerk that made Becky wince in pain, “that would be a very bad idea. Do you understand, Slave?”

“I understand, Mistress Holden,” Becky said.

“Then you may get dressed,” Madison said, pulling her down to remove the collar. Unsnapping the leash, she handed the collar to Becky.

“Thank you, Mistress Holden.”

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Sitting in her car, Becky looked down at her uniform, the red stain on the shirt hard to miss.  Her eyes went to the collar sitting on the seat beside her, neatly coiled and harmless looking now.  Picking up the simple leather band, she wondered if her life would ever be the same.  As she stared at it, she wondered if she’d even miss her old life. A faint smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and looking at her reflection in the rear view mirror, she realized it was the same smile Nancy had had on her face.

5 Responses to The Captain’s Daughter (F/f femdom, oral, forced orgasms)

  1. SUSANNA ASTENS says:

    A big departure from your usual, entertaining and wonderfully erotic style, so not, I regret as enjoyable for me. Not really keen on madam/mistress routine. The love engendered by other stories (Admirer – touching) (Lingerie growth of love rewarding stories) please keep up your appreciated work.
    Susanna

  2. ebo says:

    This is definitely not my typical story, but it was still fun to write and it was a nice change of pace. Don’t worry, it isn’t a change in direction in my writing, just something I wanted to try to write- a femdom story with the young girl as the dominant character.

  3. Denham says:

    I liked it although I agree with Susanna that it was different from the usual stories you have written. Still, the fact you can mix it up and still come up with a quality story shows you are a highly skilled writer.

    I am checking this website often in the hope you will publish more chapters to The Notebook! I love that story so far. Here is hoping there are many more chapters to come! :)

  4. Alice Gee says:

    This is not my usual preferred erotic reading fare but I found this strangely arousing. Does this mean I have a submissive hidden deep within my psyche? Probably not but as usual I am seduced by your storytelling and writing style. I am able to immerse myself in the story and find pleasure (blush) by imagining myself as Becky being dominated by a beautiful young girl. I think I will return to your more romantic story lines and just chalk this one up to guilty one-off fantasy.

  5. ebo says:

    Yeah, I put this one in the ‘Something a Little Different’ category because it’s not my usual style of story. Still, it was kinky good fun to write and pretty much got the same response as yours across the board. I write for a small niche of people and maybe only a fraction of those readers are also into S and M, so the reader pool was really skinny. I guess that’s why I shelved the second part of it

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