I’m not a wealthy man.Someday, I will be because I’m fucking intelligent, and I can get a great job when I finish my PhD.I do, however, work part-time for a private company, hacking their own system to find weaknesses.It pays well and helps supplement the income I get from my university stipend.
There are five of us in Brimstone House.That’s by design.We easily cover the mortgage and have plenty left over.I’ve not only purchased quite a few things for Briana, but I’m already plotting for the future we will have together.My closet is now jammed with boxes.
Perhaps I’m certifiable for planning so far ahead.We have so many fucking hurdles to jump before we come anywhere close to my vision of a life together.But now that I’m growing more and more educated about various BDSM lifestyles, I see that my girl is going to need some masochism in her life.
Lord knows I’m capable of being sadistic.I didn’t see her being nearly as submissive and masochistic as she has turned out to be.She didn’t know this about herself.She’s evolving.I’m watching her.
I’m an asshole.I’m walking a fine line with my princess.I don’t want to push her too far, but I do want her to realize she needs me.I want her to do anything I ask of her because she lives to please me.Pushing her comfort level will never end.The line of what’s acceptable to her keeps moving.I’m the one shoving it further and further out.Already, she doesn’t recognize herself.That’s by design.
The ass play was a gamble, but I’m not sorry.I’m also not sorry I whipped her that night.The welts make my cock hard every time she sends me an updated picture.
I know she couldn’t sit without wincing the next few days.She’s learning to school her face, though.She knows I will punish her further if people start questioning her changes.
We all have to learn to adapt to the world around us.I was fourteen when I received my first hard lesson.I had just arrived at the boys’ home and met the four guys who would become my closest life friends.My brothers.Pretending to be “normal” was new to me.Master Drill Sergeant Keagan picked on me more than the others.One night, Silver took me aside and told me I had to learn to change my expressions.He stood me in front of the mirror and showed me the scowl I always wore.He was right, and that scowl matched what I felt inside, but it would always make people stare at me.If I wanted to blend in, I had to learn new expressions that felt unnatural and use them.To this day, I still use that tool.All five of us do.
My mind is wandering all over the place.It does that a lot lately.I’m not focused.I’m out of sorts.And how long have I been holding my cock in my hand while watching my girl come super close to stroking her pussy?Probably seconds.
Suddenly, she fists her hands and punches her thighs in frustration.It’s so fucking sexy watching her obey me that I’m about to come.She’s certainly not schooling her face right now.She looks fit to kill.
While she takes deep breaths, I come, my jizz squirting onto the floor in front of me.I should have grabbed something to catch it.I’m annoyed with myself for struggling to keep my life in order.Even as my orgasm pulses through my body, I feel my mounting frustration taking over.
When I’m done, I release my dick, panting.We can’t go on like this, but I don’t have the answers.
Before I find the strength to stand, my phone pings, and I look down to see a picture of my girl’s pussy.She’s in the bathroom now, and she never fails to send me a snapshot of her cunt when she pees.Which means I now know more about her bathroom habits than anyone on Earth knows about another person.
I also see that her pussy is swollen and wet.That’s because my naughty girl was stroking the edges of her panties.
The grin on my face should be something I learned to hide.It’s not, but it should be.
Eighteen
Briana
I nearly drop my phone on the floor when a text comes in.
Daddy: Were you playing with my cunt, naughty girl?
I’m in the middle of peeing when all the blood drains from my face.Shit.Fuck.I didn’t think about the fact that teasing myself along the edges of my panties would be noticeable.Apparently, it is.
Staring at my phone, I try to come up with a plausible answer.I consider telling him I woke up this way.That I’d been dreaming about him and woke up horny.But I won’t lie to him.I can’t imagine how harshly he would punish me if I did.
Think, think, think.
I have to respond soon.Every second I hesitate makes me look more guilty.I decide to go with the truth.
Briana: I got horny taking a picture of your mark on my thigh, Daddy, and stroked the edge of my panties.I wasn’t thinking.I didn’t mean to break the rules.I promise I didn’t touch my clit or any part of my pussy directly.It was just the elastic.I’m sorry, Daddy.
I’m so fucking grateful he’s even interacting with me that whatever disciplinary action he takes will almost be worth it.The only times he has exchanged words with me in days were commands.Most of the time, he hasn’t even acknowledged me when I’ve sent him updates on my location or pictures of my pussy.
I’m a fucking hot mess of nerves.I definitely have some strange form of Stockholm Syndrome.What do you call it when a mysterious stalker keeps coming to your house in the night, blindfolding you, and reprogramming your mind so that you think you can’t live without him?
I’m aware that it’s fucked up.No one would do this.Not a single human.Every day, it gets more and more insane.I don’t know how I’m even passing all my classes.I should be catatonic.
Except, of course, I’m doing well in school.Daddy insists upon it.He checks every one of my assignments.He has me on such a strict schedule that I’m never behind.He makes me write papers way before they’re due and read ahead in my civics class when I’m caught up and have an extra half hour.
Normal freshmen are going out with friends, enjoying their first year of college.They meet up in the quad or go to parties or play games.
Not me.I’m under the thumb of a madman who’s dictating my every move.My roommates have probably given up on me and decided I’m not nearly as fun as they thought the day they met me.It’s probably for the best.It keeps them from asking me questions.