family setup

[MissyDemeanors]

Time was passing at varying speeds. She was so far gone she didn't even care that he kissed and touched. She'd dropped her fair share of drinks and stumbled. The music picking up was getting to her. Her panties were dripping after a second make out session with her step father.

He slapped her ass and she cried out loudly. Several people turned to her. She grabbed on to Michael "daddy.." She said breathless then began to run her hands over his suit. It was soft and textured she ran her fingers up and down him. He urged her on and she smiled. He really was very handsome.

She grinned and kissed him again. Wrapping her arms around him she giggled as her breast came out of the top of her dress. She pulled it up then spent a good ten mintues pulling up and down on her dress to cover herself. Once she felt the intimate bits were covered she started dancing.

Had she been sober she'd have realized she was the only one dancing. It wasn't the main room. It was a side room and see shook and swayed rippling her body as all eyes were on her and she was completely oblivious.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Michael had guided her away from the big crowd and into a side room, one that stunk of marijuana smoke. It was a lounge of sorts, with leather sofas and easy chairs spread about. Michael grabbed a fresh drink from a passing waitress with a tray, and he downed it, feeling his own Ecstasy roll starting to come on hard now.

He saw the eyes on her as she danced, oblivious. Some of them were hungry. He saw one good friend, someone to whom Michael owed a favor, sitting on one of the sofas. He managed to lead Anita over towards the sofa, and introduced them.

"This is Edwin Goldsmith," Michael said. Edwin had gone out of his way to loan Michael a goodly sum of money a while back, to ensure one of his films got completed, and while Michael had made certain the monetary debt was repaid, with interest, from the film's proceeds, Michael still felt indebted to his friend.

"Edwin, this is Anita. She's got one helluva mouth on her, but I like her anyways," he said, and they chuckled. Michael turned to his step-daughter, and brought her close to him so he could speak his instructions clearly in her ear.

"Get down on your knees and suck his dick until he cums," he told her, before turning to Edwin. "Enjoy, okd friend. Thanks for that loan."

 

[MissyDemeanors]

The older guy grabbed her and she danced between his legs enjoying the music. It had been hours and the worst of the high was gone. She was walking on her own and more away. Sadly she was still hypersensitive. The man reached out and pinched her butt.

"Ow!" She pouted and rubbed her back side. She blinked a few times and looked at the man who winked and blew her a kiss he was older and not all that attractive. Her step father's commands ringing in her ear she shook her head "no way."She laughed and danced off flirting along the way. She left the smokey room looking for a bathroom to try and sober up a bit.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Michael's eyes narrowed as she rejected his command. He looked over at his buddy, who just shrugged and watched her saunter off. Michael chuckled, his own, slower E buzz still rolling.

He followed her out of the room, keeping behind her as she flirted her way to the bathroom. She soon came to the bathroom, and as she turned to go inside, Michael quickly made his way to her, sticking his hand out to keep the door from shutting, before stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.

She protested but he grabbed her, worried she would scream, he covered her mouth with one big hand, muffling her.

"I am not very happy with you," he growled at her. "Scream and both you and your little drug dealing friend are busted."

He manhandled her with skill and strength, twisting her around, restraining her arms behind her back, bending her forward over the marble countertop.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

She remained bent over. She thrashed her feet. She heeded his warning though and didn't scream. She was still rolling but she had patches of sober. She was desperate to try and fight the roll.

The top of her dress came down. Her breast fell out and were pressed against the cold marble. "Ah!!" She stopped struggling. Her hips gyrated against the edge. Her nipples hardened an she started rolling hard. She ignored for a mintue her whole predicament.

She relaxed and closed her eyes for a mintue. She moaned happily at the amazing feeling of the cool marble on her breast.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Michael held her down, eyeing her freed breasts from behind her, only seeing a bit of sideboob. But he had a different focus.

He kept one hand on her wrists behind her back, pushing her down onto the marble, and his other hand went to her butt, groping her, squeezing her tender, hyperactive skin, exploring her, his fingers digging aggressively towards her pussy, finding her wetness there.

Abundant wetness. He started spreading it all around her crotch, using his fingers to coat all over her, even sneaking some of that fluid back and over her puckered asshole...

"I've got a surprise for you..."

 

[MissyDemeanors]

She didn't know what he was going OK about. She was completely lost in his fingers for a mintue. "Oh daddy" She mumbled enjoying the fingers. Her pussy was dripping.

His fingers probed and traced over her ass. "Wait." She said waking up a bit to the intrusion she wasn't accustomed to. "Let me up!" She said struggling after he said he had a surprise for her.

 

[The_J0k3R]

His fingers spreading her wetness back to her asshole triggered a reaction in her, and she started struggling again. Michael kept a firm grip on her, even as she writhed and squirmed, while his other hand went to his pocket and quickly found the last of the Ecstasy pills.

It wasn't easy, but he did manage to get the pill slipped up inside her butt! He had to finger her ass pretty deep to get it to stay up there though. And the way she reacted to the intrusion, well...

That was what really got him rock hard. He felt the X really start to kick in hard, his body buzzing with excitement and lust. He felt an immediate need to relieve the pressure in his now stiff member. It ached and throbbed with the X roiling through him. He unzipped his pants and reached inside, pulling his cock out. It sprang up and to absolute attention, and he took it and pressed it up against her dripping pussy...

 

[MissyDemeanors]

She couldn't believe it but his finger in her ass actually felt amazing. She didn't even feel that pill. She felt her pussy dripping down her thighs as she squirmed. "Oh please." She didn't mean to but her ass clenched around his finger as her body buzzed.

She went limp her head resting on the counter top. "Please let me go" She whimpered. Resting her head on the counter she relaxed. Half resigned to her fate half too high to fight. With out warning she felt his dick sliding over her pussy.

Her head popped up and she gasped. She looked forward not having noticed there was a mirror right in front of her. She watched him staring at her body. She didn't know why but her vision starting spinning a little. She felt out of sorts.

He pressed into her and she felt nothing until he was all the way in. Once he was all the way in her body went on over drive. "Oh god!" She almost screamed and he reached around to cover her mouth. She watched him staring at her hungry in the mirror and felt his dick raging hard in her. She just started cumming. Uncontrollably hard her eyes nearly rolling in her head. The new booster of ecstasy working full force.

 

[The_J0k3R]

She was cumming on his dick, and it was the most exquisite, perfect moment of sex Michael had ever known. In his high, it seemed to go on forever, her pussy milking his cock over and over, her body moving just so right, writhing and spasming on him, he couldn't help but completely lose control.

His seed spewed forth into her, his orgasm sudden, overwhelming, and abundant, and he was lost in the pleasure, humping her hard into the countertop, his body eager to savor every last pump of semen terribly deep inside her...

Finally, he let his dick slowly, slide out of her, and he let go of her, doing his best to stand and put his dick away as he watched his cum drip down her thighs.

"Time to go," he said, grabbing her and spinning her around to face him. His hands adjusted her skimpy dress, covering her again, but barely. She looked well-fucked.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

"Mike." Her words were slurred and she could barely stand. It was hitting her so hard she couldn't function. She tried walking but could barely lift her feet. He began walking her and she was practically sliding across the floor.

Mike was taking her along she could barely see straight. When she did it was People looking and pointing at her. She buried her face into him in shame not wanting to remember the faces of people seeing her like this. She focused all her strength on staying awake and keeping his cum inside herself.

 

[The_J0k3R]

It was a short drive from the party back to Michael's house. He probably shouldn't have been driving, but the Ecstasy made him feel rather invincible, and so he drove anyway.

He had to help Anita out of the party, and then into the house. He had popped a special little blue pill on the way out the door, which had been offered by a friendly party-goer and which he had experienced before.

He'd have another good hard-on coming on soon.

He walked her right up into his bedroom. Pushed her down onto the bed and let her writhe there, a beautiful mess, as he peeled off his clothes and watched his pet...

 

[MissyDemeanors]

She couldn't help it. Laying on the bed Anita squirmed. She tried to worm away from Michael. All that happened was her dress came down and her breast were out.

She slid her hands and legs all over his satin comforter. She started to rub her knees together. It felt like she was going to cum. "Oh !" She couldn't take it any more. He began touching herself. The cum in her was leaking out. She started using it to masturbate.

She just moaned and touched herself with her eyes closed. She completely forgot about Michael standing before her. Watching her please herself.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Michael had his cock out, and was stroking it to hardness as he stood above her at the foot of the bed.

It was the kind of sight he had long dreamed of, and had always desired to bring to life. He had lots of those. Most of them couldn't be brought to life on screen. He smirked and set his phone down, leaning on a shelf, in the perfect position for its camera to see everything.

It was a good thing he had the presence of mind to set the damn thing to record when he set it down!

He let her masturbate, enjoying the show himself considerably, before walking around the side of the bed and opening a bedside drawer.

"We're going to have some new rules around here," he said, leaning over her, grabbing her arm to pull her close. His other hand, holding a leather strap of some sort as he started to feel her up. It had a buckle on it.

"First, you will do everything you're told to do, when you're told to do it," he said, his hand pulling away for a moment before bringing the leather strap down across her upper thigh!

 

[MissyDemeanors]

".....we're going to have some new rules around here."

"I don't like rules." She mummbled. She pouted as he grabbed her arm and tugged forcing her hand away from her pussy.

"First, you will do everything you're told to do, when you're told to do it,"

She said nothing. Her mind was elsewhere. The second the belt hit her thigh she screamed. A state of pure ecstacy and relaxation broken by a stinking pain. She hissed and grabbed her leg "you bastard!" She rubbed her leg glaring at him. She had to breath through her teeth an odd feeling of pain and pleasure together she grabbed at the comforter trying to pull away from him

 

[The_J0k3R]

He turned the leather strap over, let it wander along her skin as she struggled to get away from him. It was black on one side, and pink on the other, with spiked studs and a buckle and clasp.

He grabbed her arm to keep her from getting too far away before slapping the flat side of the collar down across her other thigh.

"I'd stop struggling if I were you," he explained. "It's only going to make this worse."

Twice more he brought the flat side of the collar down, once across each thigh...

 

[MissyDemeanors]

She was so high at this point she felt sick. All her senses were on overdrive. Had he just been sliding the cold leather across her flesh she'd probably have cum. She was over heated and frightened. It wasn't until the third smack of the belt that she stopped struggling.

She shook and whimpered. She was so tired of begging. She hated feeling so helpless. Occasionally her vision going blurry she wished she could just sober up a little. The painful slaps were helping with that. "Please.." was all she could whisper while her bright green eyes stared at him pleadingly.

 

[The_J0k3R]

She stopped struggling and pled with him for... what? She never said more than "please" and just look at him, those big green eyes dilated as fuck. She was out of her mind, but flashes of awareness were gradually coming through.

"Up on your knees," he said, and helped her find her way up off her back. He reached into the drawer, pulled a few more items out. "I'm not even close to done with you yet," he whispered in her ear, his breath heavy, the words ominous. "You still need to learn your place."

He took the collar and wrapped it around her neck, and fastened it, tight but not enough to cause discomfort. He used a small lock to secure the collar, and then a short chain was clipped to it and attached a couple feet up and behind her to the wrought-iron bar across the tall headboard.

He took her dress and pulled it down to her stomach, and then pulled up what little covered her ass and bunched it there, completely exposing her.

His hands trailed along her body, his fingers light on her skin, exploring her hips and abs, lighting along underneath and around her pert, full breasts, and then up to her neck and face before falling down along the center of her torso and eventually, finally finding her throbbing wet clit...

 

[MissyDemeanors]

"You still need to learn your place."

She just closed her eyes and listened to him. She grabbed at her throat when he collared her. Her mind was swimming and she didn't know what to do about it. No one would EVER call her submissive. Loud mouth, aggressive, even wild would be descriptive words for her. So kneeling on his bed swaying as she fingered the leather was an experience she didn't know how to confront.

She felt the lock on the collar and she was becoming cognitive again. She pulled back and her eyes forced open when she was jerked by the chain. Wide eyed and fully aware how restrained she was now she fought him to keep her clothes on.

"Stop!" She pleaded it as his hands explored and she couldn't retreat. She gripped the chain focusing on the coldness in her hand. Trying desperately to stay aware and not give in.

The second his hand started inching down her front she started breathing heavy. What took only a mintue felt like thirty. She was almost shaking by the time his fingers found her clit. She let go of the leash and put both hands on the bed again.

The collar was digging in to her as she pulled away. She didn't even notice. She just gripped the covers and moaned as he touched her. Her thighs squeezed his hand as she came close to cumming he'd barely started touching her and she was probably being bruised by the collar she was just too damn high to care.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Michael was momentarily torn. She had begged him to stop. From the way her thighs were squeezing the hand that was toying with her pussy, he knew she was enjoying the feeling. He chuckled. No matter what he did, he would be giving her what she wanted.

He yanked his hand away from between her legs, and stepped away from her. He looked down upon her, kneeling on his bed, chained by her neck to it.

He reached into the drawer again and produced a pair of handcuffs. He held them up for Anita to see them, and chuckled as her eyes went wide.

"You really should have listened to me at the party," he said to her.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

Her eyes went wide when she realized she'd just asked him to stop pleasing her. That seemed silly now. Stupid even. He had been belting her then had almost made her cum and she had begged him to stop.

She didn't know what he had planned for his cuffs but the fore play and fear were helping her stay focused. She gripped her collar "I'm sorry." She whispered, her mouth felt dry. She forced herself to look at him. She wanted the madness to end "I'm sorry I didn't listen. "

She wasn't sorry. She just didn't want to be punished more. Being so controlled was terrifying her and she jerked on her leash and just yelled st him. She was frustrated , angry, and horny and she hated feeling like he could and would be resolving all three of those problems for her.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Michael smirked, and chuckled at her whimpered apology, before grabbing one of her arms and slapping the cold steel cuff around it. He fastened the other cuff to the wrought-iron headboard bar, and then quickly pulled another pair of handcuffs out of the drawer, moved to the other side of the bed, and did the same with her other arm. The only thing she could reach to grab onto now was the wrought iron rail behind her.

She started jerking against her bonds, and yelling at him, frustrated and upset.

"You talk too much," he said, producing a bright red ball gag from his drawer of toys...

 

[MissyDemeanors]

"You talk too much,"*

She was going to let him know that she didn't care if she talked too much but instead she locked her jaw shut. She clenched her teeth shaking he head no at him. She turned her head away from him to just stare at the head board. She locked her eyes forward and gripped the bars.

Her body felt so exposed. She squeezed the bars and closed her eyes. She wasn't going to open her mouth again. Not at the risk of being gagged. He'd stopped when she asked. If he hurt her too badly she prayed he'd listen to her again. That couldn't happen if she was gagged. She felt her eyes tearing up being so frustrated with her situation but she managed not to cry.

 

[The_J0k3R]

She clamped up at the sight of the ball gag before her. Michael smirked. He wasn't about to fight her clenched jaw to get the gag on her.

His hand instead went down between her legs again, his fingers slipping along her wetness, rubbing against her clit and then two of them easily sliding up inside her.

As soon as she moaned, he would raise the ballgag up to her face and get the ball into her open mouth. He wondered just how long she could hold out, as his fingers dug and spread and explored inside her...

"You are dripping wet. You fucking love being treated like this don't you?" he growled in her ear as he knelt in front of her, her back to the headboard. He slapped the leather strap of the ballgag across the side of one exposed breast, barely missing her nipple.

 

[MissyDemeanors]

She was moaning but her jaw was still locked. She tried to suck air through her teeth as she thrashed against him. She hated how wet she was. She kept telling herself it was the beans but her high was wearing off. His fingers were just really experienced.


"You are dripping wet. You fucking love being treated like this don't you?"


The scream that came from her closed mouth wasn't nearly satisfying enough for her. She jerked her hands and arched. He took that time to whip her breast again and she tried to recoil but not no avail. He worked his fingers more and she knew she would orgasm again.

"Ok!" She screamed it but turned her head so he couldn't shove it in her mouth. "I'll open my mouth ." His hands stopped working her and he waited. She turned to glare at him he seemed surprised for some reason. Her lips were trembling but she opened her mouth and just waited.

The ball was big and it instantly bothered her jaw. She made a noise and tried not to be too happy when he adjusted the strap for her. She mummbled "Thank you" and she had to look away from his smile. She didn't mean to thank him it just came out automatically.