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ontent Warning: BDSM, Kink, Submission, Dominance, Depictions of Ownership

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Carnage

I couldn’t help but smile as I plodded around the quiet empty bedroom cleaning up after last night’s carnage but I bit my lip a little to keep from being too pleased with myself. Daddy would like that. He would scold me for being so naughty and pleased with myself but he’d also draw me into him so I could feel him growing hard as he told me what a dirty girl I was for thinking so fondly of last night’s beating. If I still looked too pleased he might turn me around, push me up against a wall, pulling both of my arms behind me. He’d hold one arm tight behind my back and stick my other hand down his pants and into him until I whimpered and started to play. Then he’d pull it out and tell me only good girls got to fuck Daddy.

I realized I had stopped moving. I gave one last sigh to the wetness forming between my legs and scurried about finishing up my chores. New play with protocol.

Protocol 1. Fix the bed. Tuck in the corners­­ even though they get ripped away and twisted every night. Everything back in it’s place. There would be a check­in at mid morning to make sure the am tasks were done.

Rewards for neatness: Time in Daddy’s lap. Spankings by hand, followed by kisses.

Punishments for a poor job or not finishing tasks by deadlines: Kneeling out of reach while Daddy strokes himself. Spankings with the switch, no kisses.

I start by pulling up the sheets and shaking them out so I can inspect them. Washing happens on Thursdays and Sundays unless I make too much of a mess or I let too much of Daddy’s mess slip out of me. I’m almost guaranteed to not make deadline when this happens. I find myself paused again, lip back between my teeth, lost in the fog of the last time that had happened. Wondering if I shouldn’t just leave one corner untucked.

Punishments for purposeful disobedience: Limbs tied to the corners of the bed. Thin flogger. No kisses. Made to come without Daddy being inside.

At least those were the rules. Daddy always seemed to make one set of ties just loose enough for me to buck with my hips and Kitty could usually talk Daddy into making her a mess with at least one load.

Punishment for topping from the bottom: Daddy’s choice. Risky. Could be all night in the corner. No spankings. No kisses.

45 minutes to check in and I still had to shower, change into the underwear that had been laid out, get wet (ahead on this step) and send a video off for inspection.

I unfurled the top sheet and strips of tank top billowed out. As I picked up the pieces I could feel the vibration of them being ripped in half across my body, used to hold me down before finally freeing them completely into two equal parts, almost unrecognizable… almost. I laid them back on the bed and snapped a picture. Daddy would be riled up even before inspection.

Tuck the bottom of the sheet in. Fold down the top. 18 inches. No further.

Comforter. Folded down 12 inches. Daddy doesn’t like to see the sheet.

Pillows. Alternating colors. Even amount on each side. Gray on top.

I started to gather the ropes off the floor where they had been flung aside. They still had knots in them. We could never quite get them off fast enough. I often had as many indentations from being fucked on top of half removed ropes as I did from where they had been tied tightly across my body.

Each one looped around my forearm, leaving enough excess to wrap twice and knot once. So they could be released in one snap of the wrist. Line them up on the bed.

The toys had to be washed next. Only one dick last night. Other than Daddy’s. Soap, water, rinse, repeat. Don’t linger too long­­ Daddy would scold that this was a chore not a reward.

Set out on a towel next to the ropes.

30 minutes left. I’d have to jump into the shower and start to bathe before the water even got warm in order to finish in time. Daddy would like it if my nipples were hard in my inspection video anyways.

20 minutes left. Dry off. The only wet spot could be where my hole leaked onto the gray cotton panties that Daddy had laid out. It had to be new cum. Why should Kitty be rewarded for the wet spot Daddy made last night?

7 minutes left. Curled up on the freshly made bed. Thin white tank top. Gray underwear with the edge of black lace­­ because I was naughty even as hard as Daddy tried to make me good. I quickly clicked my phone to video, turned it around so Daddy could see the bed, the toys and my cunt. I slipped my other hand in between my legs. This last task was never too challenging. My clit was already hard and as many times as I rinsed in the shower the wetness would start to re­surface before I could fully dry off.

3 minutes left. Sizable and visible wet spot.

Punishment for sending off video early­ proving that appropriate time/care hadn’t been spent on tasks: Kneeling and blindfolded. Hands tied behind the back. Daddy would force feed his cock to me, all the way to the back of my throat, coaxing out the thick saliva that only came from sputtering and choking. When his cock was wet enough he’d pick me up swiftly and lay me face down on the bed, knees still on the floor and kneel behind me…

2 minutes left.

Send.

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