Confidence Boost Ch. 04

"You sound like my father. Why did you want my Daddy to claim you?"

Julie looked boldly into my eyes, "I loved the way his eyes got misty when he talked about you, Haley. I could just tell he wanted to take care of you. It hurt him that he couldn't because you were so far away. I thought he might learn to love me enough to give me the discipline and direction I need."

"Are you in love with my Daddy?"

"I'd like to be."

"If I claim you can I give you to someone else?"

Julie smiled, "Like your father?"

I smiled back and nodded.

"If you claim me, you can do whatever you want with me but understand that if you claim me you take responsibility for my care and well being. I will not only be your submissive, I will be totally dependent upon you."

"What do I have to do to claim you?"

Julie picked up the leather collar off the tray and handed to me. "Simply say you claim me and put this collar on me."

"I claim you." I buckled the collar around Julie's neck, then pulled her face to mine and kissed her. My tongue penetrated her mouth and found hers. Surprised I broke our kiss, "I hadn't noticed your tongue was pierced."

"Yes Ma'am, like I said my father molded me for optimum pleasure. He had me put in a larger round bead before I sucked his cock. He said the feeling was marvelous. He shared me with his sister once and my aunt really liked my beaded tongue on her clit. At the diner I usually wear a flat 'No-see-um bead' that matches the color of my tongue so no one will notice it."

"I see. What other secrets does your body hold? Strip Bitch!"

Julie immediately stood up and unzipped her waitress dress and let it fall to the floor. She stood before me in a black shelf-bra and French-cut lace panties with her eyes cast at the floor.

Her nipples were hard and were pierced with barbell jewelry. The bells were white pearls and contrasted nicely with her pink areolas which looked large on her medium sized breasts. Barely hidden beneath her lace panties was the Triskelion tattoo on her right buttock. She would have looked sexy except for the flat-heeled shoes she wore like any other waitress.

"You are a little slut under that innocent waitress outfit, aren't you?"

I stood up and approached her with a sly smile. Once again I kissed her enjoying her pierced tongue as it whirled in my mouth. I broke our kiss and twisted the barbell jewelry on her right nipple. I watched her reaction as I increased the pressure by rotating harder. I smiled as she hissed and stood on her tip-toes in response. I was impressed that she could leave her hands passively at her sides as I twisted her nipple.

She was indeed well trained. Her kiss was more passionate after I released her nipple. Once again I probed her mouth with my tongue. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth dropped open in pain as I yanked a handful of her hair jerking her head back.

I hissed into her face, "I said strip, Bitch!"

Taking the end of the lease I smacked her on her exposed breast. The pop of leather on flesh was followed by Julie's yelp. A red welt rose on her breast and she quickly ripped her lingerie off whimpering, "Yes Ma'am. Sorry Ma'am."

I inspected her naked frame pleased she was panting with excitement. I tweaked her nipples again and grinned at her bated breath. My eyes move down her torso to her belly button, her navel was pierced with a captive bead ring. I shook my head disappointed that Julie's pussy was covered with auburn hair. Even so I could see her swollen excited labia hung down like bomb bay doors.

"You let yourself go didn't you?"

"I don't understand Ma'am."

I twirled the lease in my hand the tip of it whacked her cunt. The sound of leather on Julie's labia resounded with a wet smack. It was drowned out by her yap of pain.

"Your father made you keep your cunt clean-shaven. You let your hair grow back because you are too lazy to groom yourself. Do you think that pelt of fur between your legs is pleasing to my eye?"

"No Ma'am."

"Bend over and grab the table Bitch. You've been a bad girl."

Julie bent and grabbed the corner of the table with both hands. She was panting like she had just run a mile. She shivered as I traced the twirling inked design tattooed on her ass with the tip of leash.

I noticed a deep scar on her left buttock and said, "Explain the scar."

"My father allowed my aunt and uncle to use me for a weekend, several years ago. She was going through menopause and didn't enjoy sex anymore, so my uncle would fuck me and my aunt would punish me for it. She got carried away."

"Is that why you didn't ask them to claim you after your father passed away?"

"Yes Ma'am. My uncle just liked to fuck me and my aunt just liked to hurt me. They didn't love me. I need love like everyone else, Ma'am."

"Julie, you do deserve to be loved but right now you deserve to be spanked. How many swats would your father give you for letting yourself go?"

"Maybe, one for each month I didn't shave. I quit shaving my snatch after my father died, thirteen months ago."

"Very, well," I said then slapped her ass wickedly with the leash.

A red strip immediately rose across Julie's buttocks. She hissed through clenched teeth, "One, Ma'am."

Twelve more times my lash struck the tender flesh of Julie's buttocks each blow counted out by her. After the thirteenth blow I examined the rising stripes that crisscrossed her ass. I tenderly rubbed her glowing globes of flesh feeling the heat from them. I noticed a tear drop on the table top as Julie softly wept. I kissed each red streak on her ass with a gentle peck.

I had Julie stand up straight and lovely brushed the tears from her cheeks. "Have you learned your lesson, Julie?"

She smiled tearfully, "Yes Ma'am and may, I say my tears, are tears of joy, not pain."

"Explain."

"You seem to instinctively understand that for me the pleasure is not from the pain but the loving attention you give me after the discipline."

"I think I understand. Let's get you cleaned up. You need a bath."

Julie led the way down the hall to the bathroom I trailed behind holding on to the leash enjoying the undulation of her still red ass. She began the running the water and I lit some aroma therapy candles that were posted around the bathroom. Julie climbed into the bath tub after I unclipped the leash from her collar. She melted down into the sudsy water.

I took a loofah and scrubbed Julie until her skin glowed pink. I smiled at her as she enjoyed her vigorous cleansing. I took her razor and scrapped the stubble from her armpits, pleased that she hadn't let that area go. I soaped up her pussy to prepare it for the razor.

Julie clutched the side of the tub and whimpered, "May I cum?"

"What?"

"Please, may I cum?"

I cocked an eyebrow surprised at her question, "You may."

Julie wailed and shook her from side to side. Water splashed out of the tub as her body convulsed in orgasmic release. A jet of liquid shot from between Julie's legs into the bath water her ejaculate mixed with the suds.

"Thank you, Ma'am," panted Julie after she recovered her eyes glowed joyfully.

"That was the most powerful orgasm I have ever witnessed."

With a bashful smile Julie explained, "My body has been modified for optimum pleasure. Not only is my labia stretched but the triangle area behind my clit has been pierced which adds to my sexual stimulation. My pussy is so sensitive the simple of act of soaping my cunt made me cum."

"Triangle area?"

Julie lifted her hips out of the water and spread her legs to expose her genital piercings. The piercing passed from side to side, beneath the base of the clitoral hood where it met the inner labia and under the clit. The name is derived from the spot where the labia meet the clitoral hood, which looks like a triangle when pinched together. This is the only genital piercing that can stimulate the clitoris from behind it, although it does not pass through the clitoris.

Most women do not have the proper anatomical feature for this kind of piercing. It requires that the back of the clitoral hood extend outward from the body just as Julie's clearly did.

She explained that it was the most painful genital piercings she had to endure because it passed through so much tissue and so many nerves. She said it was worth it because the adornment increased the intensity of sexual stimulation, particularly during sexual intercourse.

I pressed my thumb to her clit, "Cum bitch."

Julie squealed. Her eyes rolled over white. Somehow she kept her quacking hips out of the water. Liquid again shot from between her legs and landed in the bathwater with a splash.

After she recovered she whispered, "Thank you Ma'am."

I sat back on my heels perplexed, "I want to peel that pelt from between your legs but I don't think I can shave it with you having orgasms. I think we'll have to wax it."

"May I suggest we go down to the basement there is a place where such a procedure can be preformed."

Julie rose from the tub and I rubbed her dry with a large bath towel. She wrapped it around her body as I clipped the leash back to her collar. She led the way to the basement that had been turned into a dungeon.

Along one wall was an X-cross and next to it was a spanking horse. Beside another wall was a wooden suspension rack that reminded me of playground monkey bars. A work bench lined yet another wall. It had many drawers and a peg board was hung above it with several different types of paddles, whips and other BDSM gear I couldn't identify. A load bearing beam had been fashioned into a flogging post with wrist restraints. From the floor joists in the ceiling hung a leather sex swing.

In the middle of the room was a large leather-bound table with metal D-rings along all four sides of it. Without being told Julie dropped the towel and climbed onto the table and lay prone. "You will find ropes, chains and leather bindings hanging from pegs on the far wall."

I nodded to her and selected a quarter-inch twisted and braided cotton rope. I started toward Julie and admitted, "I'm afraid my knot tying skills may be a bit lacking."

"May I suggest leather wrist and ankle cuffs. You can tie the ropes through the D-rings and they will protect my limps from rope burn and chaffing."

I searched through the drawers until I found the leather cuffs. I brought them to the table and buckled them onto Julie as she lay still. I linked her wrists together by running a larger D-ring through the rings on the cuffs. Then I tied a knot to it and pulled the rope tight until Julie's arms were extended above her head and secured the end of the rope to a D-ring in table side.

After the ankle cuffs were secured I took each leg and bound them to each side of the table by roping them to the table D-rings. I looked down at Julie pleased with my work she resembled the letter Y with arms extended and legs spread wide.

Julie struggled to test her binds. She smirked satisfied that I had done an adequate job. "There is a beeswax and rosin candle on the work bench my father used to wax my vulva."

I found the candle and lit it. I searched the drawers again and found a pair of scissors. I brought the candle and sat it on the table. I took the scissors and began to cut the unruly hair from Julie's pussy. "I should just pull this out by the roots but since you were unclaimed and without direction I will forgive you."

"Thank you, Ma'am," whispered Julie.

After I finished trimming her pussy hair I applied mineral oil to make the wax removal easier on her skin beneath the hair. I picked up the candle and dribbled a tad of wax on Julie's thigh. I asked, "Too hot?"

Julie hissed and shook her head, "No Ma'am, just please keep the flame from my pussy."

"Not an unreasonable request."

I lifted the candle higher but Julie shook her head. I lifted it even higher, she nodded. I tilted the candle and followed the wax as it dripped over her pussy. I sneered at Julie as she squirmed in her restraints and hissed as the hot wax cooled and mixed with the stubble on her mound. I waited until the wax hardened.

Because I had oiled Julie's vulva before I applied the wax I was able to get my fingers under the hard puddle of wax. I felt the resistance from Julie's pubic hair as I pulled up on the wax just a tad. Satisfied with my grip I jerked the hard blob of wax up violently. The ripping sound was muffled by Julie's scream.

I repeated the process until all the hair was removed from Julie's cunt. It was red and swollen and she whimpered as her still restrained body relaxed. I found some coconut oil on the workbench and applied a liberal amount to Julie's smarting snatch.

Smiling I said, "Your pussy looks much better. In fact it looks good enough to eat."

Climbing on the table between Julie's spread legs I kissed her swollen bald labia. It tasted of pussy and coconut oil. I slithered my tongue deeper into her nethers and heard her moan with ecstasy. I stuck my index finger between the distended lips of her pussy. I was startled by the sudden contraction of Julie's cunt muscles around my finger.

"Wow." I said.

Julie smiled and replied, "My father made me do Kegel exercises using various pelvic toning devices until I could walk across the room naked clutching a number two pencil in my pussy."

"How remarkable."

Julie's body stiffened as I jammed my thumb up her butthole and pinched it towards my finger. She cried out after I lightly bite her exposed clit and begged, "May I cum? Please...please... may I cum?"

I whispered, "Permission granted."

Julie's body quiverd as her cunt convulsed. A scream of release ripped from her throat. A stream of fluid shot up from her cunt like a geyser. Her body relaxed as her orgasm subsided.

"You are truly a thing of beauty when you cum."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

I stripped off my pink latex dress and panties then climbed up on the table. My nipples hardened from my sexual excitement and the cool air. The leather of my thigh high boots creaked against the leather of the table. I squatted above Julie's face and lowered my pussy onto it.

As her tongue invaded my cunt I groaned. She glided her tongue through my labia to my clitoral hood. The bead on her tongue flickered across my clit.

I howled like a coyote. My eyes rolled back and white and red light streaked behind my eyes. I stammered, "Cum...Julie...good."

After my climax subsided I climbed off the table and released Julie from her bonds. I slipped my dress back on and watched as Julie silently cleaned the basement and replaced the ropes and cuffs to their rightful place. I saw a pink paddle in an open drawer and order Julie to bring it to me. I slapped her ass with it. "Hurry up."

We went up to the master bedroom and climbed into the king-sized. Julie mentioned her father had made several videos of her so I had her play them for me on the big screen TV. I watched them as she twice more brought me to orgasm with her beaded tongue. I lay propped up on pillows with my legs lazily spread so Julie could orally stimulate me. Finally, I was sated and drifted off to sleep with Julie in my arms dreaming of my father's return. I couldn't wait to give her to him.