" I am Daddy's sex pet."She doesn't say it as a chore. She says it gratefully, happily. She recites it but not for a test in school. She takes plea...sure in saying these words."You like being Daddy's fuck slut? Sex pet? Nasty, dirty, filthy cum bucket?" No Daddy." No?"I'm not surprised by her response."No Daddy, I LOVE being Daddy's sex pet, Daddy's little fuck slut. Daddy's nasty, dirty, filthy cum bucket, cum dumpster."I smile. I brush my head across her forehead. She purrs. I walk. The other half wanted it togo on and on.When they were at last done, about forty minutes later, Rock told her,"Us being mean to Kitty over there really makes the sex better." Absolutely," she agreed. "So, we'll have to think up all sorts of waysto dress her." And a crap-load of nasty stuff to make her do."In the weeks that followed, they more than lived up to those decisions.Penny ordered some lingerie for me online. She also took me to a couplethrift shops, to get me some appropriate. ??Could I please eat standing up, Ma’am?? Jan asked.?Of course not, silly. You both will sit like adults and put up with the pain. That’s why you got your beatings.?The teens moved over to the table and tried to sit gingerly, but the pain of their painful skin brushing against the wooden chairs made both of them wince, as they tried to find some comfort. Neither spoke during the meal, except when they were asked a question by Andrea, who kept up a steady patter throughout the meal.When they. You found what I really need, I haven't gotten laid in months! Is there anything you can do about that?" Tom asked. I looked at him and he had a hopeful smile on his face. I didn't say anything, so he pulled the towel away revealing his rock hard eight inch cock.I was particularly strapped for cash this week, so I took a chance at getting a big tip. I started cupping his balls. I started massaging his taint and balls together, and with the other hand started lightly rubbing the length of his.