To read the beginning of this story please see “Dad's Virgin Sex Slave” Slave Girl Meets Boy Copyright KinkyScribe 2021 Love at First Sight: At the start of my second year in college, on the first day of my American history class, when a young man walked into the room and looked into my eyes, I instantly fell in love. My heart began to race, and I felt euphoric. I wasn't mentally present during this first class, and almost didn't respond when my name was called during the attendance taking; the teacher had to raise her voice and repeat herself, before I recognized my name. All I could think of was taking this man into my arms and kissing him, over and over again. Sounds like one of my mom's romance novels, doesn't it! When I arrived home that night, and looked into my Dad's eyes, I immediately broke into tears. Dad took me into his arms and asked me what was wrong. To which I replied, “Daddy, I'm in love,” and continued to weep. After I was able to compose myself, and dry my eyes, I explained what had happened in class. After which Dad said, perhaps I was truly in love, and he knew this was a possible end result of my working, and attending college, I was human after all. He also added, it was possible I was simply young and horny, and not to overreact to my initial feelings. Dad said we should take things slowly, and wait to see how everything progressed naturally. For now, nothing would change in our relationship. I was still Dad's virgin sex slave, which made me very happy, even though I was possibly in love with another man. Could I love two men at once? A Lesson in Love's Torture: When I saw Ethan, that is his name, the next time he walked into class, my feelings for him were the same, possibly even stronger, as I had had time to fantasize about meeting him again, and all the things I would do to him when I did. Thank God for chastity belts! He smiled at me, I smiled back. He sat in the seat next to me in the lecture hall. I blushed like a thirteen-year-old girl experiencing her first crush. Which shouldn't have been surprising, as I was a twenty-one-year-old woman experiencing her first crush. I wasn't mentally present in the room, and once again, could only think of holding him in my arms, and feeling his soft lips on my own. If only I could experience my first kiss with him. I felt flushed and nervous, and more than a little wet. I sat there staring blankly into space. When class was over, I was so nervous that I couldn't look at Ethan, afraid he would know every detail of my thoughts, and I could only rise and walk quickly from the room, not trusting myself to say anything, not that I could have spoken. At home, I could only cry in Dad's arms once again. His slave girl was love sick. Over time, Ethan introduced himself, and we exchanged names and pleasantries. We hesitantly talked about the course material. He did most of the talking, I mostly nodded, and whispered in agreement. After class one day, he caught up to me in the hallway and asked me if I would like to meet for coffee sometime. Like an idiot, I replied, “I don't know,” and practically ran away from him. The exact opposite of what I wanted to say and do. I felt like a total idiot, “I don't know,” really? Ethan and I Date: When I told Dad about this that evening, once again between tears, he told me to invite Ethan to the house Friday night, at seven. The next time Ethan and I were in class together, I was almost physically sick with nervousness, and couldn't speak, or look him in the face. He must of thought I didn't want to have anything to do with him. Thankfully, I assembled enough courage to write him a note. I was so nervous, I didn't even think to mention anything other than giving him my address, the day of the week, Friday, and the time, 7pm. Just the facts, mam! There was no mention of what I planned for us to do, but he probably didn't care. I could only nervously smile at him, as I handed him the note, before quickly walking from the room, at the end of class. Ethan arrived at the house at the expected time, which was a good sign. Dad took charge, as I was a nervous wreck. Julie was present, allowing Ethan to meet the entire 'family.' Julie was dressed in regular cloths, not her uniform. The conversation went something like this: Dad: “Welcome to our home, please join us in the living-room.” Once we were all seated, Dad introduced himself as my adoptive father, and Julie as my adoptive sister. It sounds strange, but it was more accurate than Dad saying he was my stepfather, and Julie my stepsister, which relationships would have been the result of his marriage to my biological mother. No, we don't want to go there. Dad: “We are a bit of an old fashion family, and believe young couples should be chaperoned when they begin to date. Sex is all well and good, but not on the first date, nor necessarily during the first year of the relationship.” Dad looked at me and said, “Is it true you are a virgin and wish to remain one?” I could only nod, blushing bright red, and look down at the floor. Dad: “Is it equally true you haven't been kissed?” to which I nodded again. Dad: “Are you happy with this?” To which I replied, after a long pause, “Um no, not really.” Dad: “Well Ethan, you can see how things are. Amy isn't interested in casual sex at this time, but isn't adverse to a little romance. If you are looking for a quick fling to get your dick wet, you are looking in the wrong place. If you do anything to harm my daughter, I will hurt you badly, and repeatedly.” Dad, while pointing to one of his pictures, from his time in the military, said, “I know what it is like to kill people, you don't want to piss me off.” Ethan could only cringe and look at the floor. I believe he likely almost wet himself, as I almost did, being fearful for his sake. I know Dad was being overly dramatic, but it had the desired result, Ethan kept his hands to himself for months. No guy wants to potentially lose his balls before he gets to use them, or his life before he uses his balls. Dad then told Ethan and I that we could go the backyard, to get better acquainted. To be honest, we were both too nervous to do much in the way of talk. Me, because I was inexperienced with men, especially in a romantic context, he because he was extremely sacred of Dad, and I don't blame him. We sat nervously looking around the backyard, and occasionally at each other, smiling like fools. Julie brought out some cookies and ice tea for Ethan, and some juice for me. Thankfully, she explained to Ethan that I was on a special diet, because of recurring health problems, but was otherwise perfectly healthy, and he didn't need to worry about me. He appeared genuinely concerned for my well being. At 10 pm, Dad came out and told Ethan it was time for him to go home. I believe he was very relieved to be allowed to leave, with his life intact, and quite possibly his testicles. It was awkward in class that week, yet I was able to tell him that Dad would like for him to come to the house for dinner, Friday night at seven. This 'date' went much better than the first, as Dad and Julie asked questions of us both, keeping the conversation going. Dad told me beforehand to be totally honest about my life prior to him, while brushing over our relationship, as mush as possible, but never to lie. After dinner, we continued the conversation on the patio until 10 pm, when Ethan was sent home. Dad only allowed Ethan and I to date once a week, most often on Friday night. We could only meet at Dad's house, beyond our meetings in class. Dad wanted me to focus on school and work, not Ethan. Ethan was totally in love with me, I could sense, or maybe he only had an intense hard-on for me. It is hard to know, and we can so easily deceive ourselves. When Ethan and I spoke, while alone together one night, I learned he was a virgin too, and also hadn't been kissed, so we were a good match, in that regard. Well, I had a lot more sexual experience than he did, just not in ways he likely ever would have imagined. I was technically a virgin, while he was a true virgin. On the plus side, in regard to my continued chastity, neither of us was looking to have children, at least we didn't plan too at this point in our lives. If Ethan ever noticed anything unusual about my attire, mainly my corset restrained waist and chastity belt, he never mentioned it. I kept my distance as much as possible, being the good virgin. Sexual Tensions: After more than six months of dating, on a Friday night when we had all watched a movie together in the living-room, with me snuggling with Ethan, and very aware of something rock hard between his legs the entire time, Dad looked at me and asked, “Would you like for Ethan to sleep here tonight?” I replied with an overly enthusiastic “Yes.” Dad then asked Ethan if he would like to SLEEP at the house that night. Ethan also answered with an enthusiastic “Yes.” I suspect I wasn't the only one aware of Ethan's erection. With her woman's intuition, or merely her eyes, Julie may have clued Dad into this reality. Dad then informed Ethan about my relationship with him and Julie, much to my shock and surprise. I had no idea he planned to do this, and maybe he was just as astonished, responding to the obvious intimacy and sexual tension in the room that night. What Dad said to Ethan went something like this: “Ethan, while we have never lied to you, we haven't been forthcoming with the details of my relationship with Amy. She and I are role playing being a father and daughter, we aren't actually a father and daughter. It is important for you to know she is truly a virgin, at least in a technical sense, who has never been kissed, and that we have never had sex. Amy is submissive to me, she does what I ask of her, without question. Julie is also submissive to me, but not to the same degree as Amy. I realize this may shock and surprise you, but it is time you learned the truth. Amy is very much in love with you, and you appear to be equally in love with her.” Ethan could only nod a couple times in response. Poor Ethan was so overwhelmed, he had the classic deer-in-the-headlights look on his face. His erection had rapidly deflated. Dad asked Ethan if he had any questions, to which he could only meekly shake his head no. I'm sure he did, but didn't know where to begin, if he could have spoken a single word at that moment. I mean, how would you react on learning your love interest was a sex slave? Dad looked at me and told me to undress. I was so accustomed to being submissive to him, and being naked, I didn't hesitate a moment. I was down to my corset, chastity belt, gold bracelets, and gold necklace in the blink of an eye. I then knelt on the floor, as it seemed the most appropriate thing to do, even though I wasn't specifically conditioned to do this. It felt the most natural thing in the moment. Ethan had his erection back, and a lot of color to his face. Dad: “Ethan, as you can see, you couldn't possibly have had sex with Amy even she was eager and willing. She always wears a chastity belt when at school and work, and most of the time at home. She does so voluntarily.” To which I added, “This is true Ethan, I wear what you see because I want to, and have come to prefer it. This is normal for me, I enjoy it. I have lived this was for three years, and I am very happy.” Dad then had me stand up and model my attire, showing Ethan how everything fit together, and explain the significance of each item. I showed him the chastity belt and demonstrate how it worked extremely well at its intended purpose. If he ever had plans of having vaginal intercourse with me, he learned they were futile. I was still very much Dad's virgin slave girl, even if I was very much in love with Ethan. The symbols of my submissive relationship were still as valid on that day, as the days on which Dad adorned me with them. While I felt conflicted when I first met Ethan, hence the alligator tears, once I knew Dad approved of our relationship, I was comfortable with my feelings for both men. Our First Blowjob: When I was done explaining everything, Dad looked at Ethan and said; “Ethan, why don't you take your cloths off and stay awhile. Horniness must have overcome his shock and surprise, as he was momentarily as naked as the moment of his birth, exhibiting a raging hard-on, which popped up like a soldier coming to attention. Dad then says; “Houston, we have a problem. Amy, would you like to give Ethan a blowjob?” To which I gave an emphatic, “Yes.” He then asked Ethan if he would like to receive a blowjob. He could only nod in response, though with a huge grin on his bright red face. Dad motioned to me, and I was on my knees with Ethan's cock in my mouth in the blink of an eye. Having been a model and sex performer, this was all perfectly normal and natural for me, for good or bad. Ethan was too shocked, and happy, to respond, except for moaning a lot. My skill and experience, coupled with Ethan's youthful enthusiasm and responses, soon had the desired result. Like a good slave girl, I swallowed Ethan's cum without thought, even though I had never done so before, obviously, nor even thought about it. What good girls do, especially when they are good slave girls. I also learned I loved the taste and smell of a man. Off to Bed: It was getting quite late at this point, and Dad told Ethan that there was a routine to my getting prepared for bed, and that he should watch and learn. I went into my bathroom, with everyone in tow, thankfully I have a large bathroom. I brushed my teeth, Julie providing a new toothbrush for Ethan, and I emptied my bladder in my normal manner, peeing into my urine measurement device, before rinsing and drying my genital area. If Ethan was shocked by what he observed, it didn't prevent him from maintaining an erection. He simply stood there grinning from ear to ear. Julie, to his embarrassment, actually whetted a washcloth and washed his penis, saying she didn't want him going to bed with a dirty penis. As I have said, she is very thorough with her cleaning of everything in the house. Dad stood there shacking his head, laughing at them. In my bedroom, Dad put my leather and steel restraints on, thus securing my hands, in their usual position below my neck. A thought must have popped in Dad's head, as he had Julie get the WiFi video camera. He then explained to Ethan that the video camera would be 'babysitting' us for the night, and not to get any ideas, or Ethan had experienced his first and last blowjob, at least from me. The bathroom light was left on, and the door open, to partially illuminate my bedroom. Julie told Ethan to lay flat on the bed, with his head on a pillow, then instructed me to lay beside him on my side, with head on his chest, resulting in my looking down at his erection. Julie positioned a pillow to comfortably support my upper body. Ethan put his arm around my shoulders, providing a sense of security. Julie then covered us with a sheet and blanket. Dad and Julie wished us sweet dreams, and left the room. After laying there quietly for a long time, we began a long discussion about what had happened that night, and I told Ethan about my sexual experiences as a submissive woman. Ethan's continuous erection letting me know he wasn't too freaked out by it all. I could only hope, once he was no longer sexually aroused and horny, the logical part of his brain didn't put the breaks on our relationship. In the early morning hours, as the night sky was beginning to lighten into dawn, Ethan asked if he could kiss me, and I said yes. Yea, my very first kiss, and it was absolutely wonderful, because we were truly in love. The Day After: We were allowed to sleep in. Actually, we dozed on and off between long discussions. I don't know how we manged to 'behave' ourselves all night long. Again, thank God for chastity belts, and overly protective fathers. Shortly before noon, Julie came in and got us out of bed. Out of habit, she took my temperature, which was slightly elevated; I can't imagine why. Glancing at Ethan's erection, that had been very evident most of the night, she raised her eyebrows at me while motioning at his penis with her hand, and I was on my knees, demonstrating my ability to perform fellatio without the aid of my hands. This is truly when being able to take a man's entire penis into your mouth has its benefit. Our second blowjob was over rather quickly too, given we had been talking about sex almost the entire night, with the same result as the first. Ethan urinated in the toilet while standing, resulting in Julie scolding him for not sitting down, while I did my version of the same in the tub. Julie then gave me my morning sponge bath, as the presence of the corset prevents me taking a shower or bath. While Julie dried me off, and applied lubricant to the skin around the edges of my chastity belt, she told Ethan to shower, and glancing at his once again erect penis, to 'take care of himself' while at it. I believe she was only joking, but he actually did. Yep, he is obviously a natural submissive, or simply a very horny dude, but then what 21 year old guy isn't. As Ethan I were leaving the bedroom, both of us naked, at least as naked as I could be, Julie asked me if I was forgetting anything. Only then did it occur to me that I hadn't weighed myself, or recorded my temperature, weight, or urine output in my journal. After I had correct my oversights, she told me to explain to Ethan what happens when I did what I had just done, or rather hadn't done. I told Ethan I was punished for my errors and omissions, and willingly submitted to this punishment, as it served the purpose of correcting and improving my behavior. Julie was overly kind, for once, and put me over her knee, while sitting on the bed, and gave my bottom a rosy hue. Ethan was red from head to toe, but otherwise taking things very well, as evident by his erection. If there is one thing that clearly indicates a man's mental state, it is his penis. Poor guys! Truth be told, if I had forgone performing as many of my required tasks as I did that morning, as far along in my submissive training as I was, I surely would have been whipped, and Ethan scared to death, and scarred for life, having witnessed it. I carefully informed him of this fact later in day, to help prepare him for this possible reality. Seeing the person you love whipped isn't for the novice or faint of heart. Ethan wouldn't witness anything like this anytime soon, as I was sufficiently skilled and disciplined, normally, to avoid punishment. When I did warrant it, I had most likely made the infraction on purpose. A slave girl has her needs. We then joined Dad in the dining room for brunch, which he had kindly prepared. He asked how things went during the night. We told him we had talked a lot, and kissed. Dad and Julie congratulated us on another successful first. Julie then filled him in on the events that occurred in the bedroom and bathroom that noon hour. Dad then mentioned that Ethan and I weren't the only ones in the house to have participated in sex the previous night. In fact, Julie had experienced one of her rare anal G-Spot orgasms, squirting all over the bed. Julie had to explain how this was possible, explaining how the penis indirectly stimulates the G-Spot through the common wall that exists between the vagina and anus. This made me wonder what I may experience if I was ever permitted to experience anal intercourse. I was also a little jealous, of them both. Ethan was told to pour my morning nutritional shake into a bowl and spoon feed it to me. It took a little practice, but he was soon getting most of it into my mouth, versus down the front of me. He appeared to enjoy pampering me, while I enjoyed being babied. After breakfast, Dad, Ethan, and I went out to the pool area, while Julie cleaned the house. Ethan and I laid down in the shade and fell asleep. Dad was kind enough to cover us with a sheet, so we didn't burn our private parts, or at least so Ethan wouldn't burn his, mine were already covered. When we woke, Julie had joined us. She helped me out of my corset, so Ethan and I could play in the pool together. Ethan got to see my boobies for the first time, learning I wasn't as well endowed as the padded cups of the corset advertised, and he appeared very happy my natural C cups; my boobies would slowly shrink back to their original size, when dressed, over the coming months. I felt rather exposed, but was glad to be able to swim and play in the pool with him. To my surprise, Julie removed her maid's uniform, exposing her nude pierced body to both Ethan and I, a first even for me, and joined us in the pool. Dad soon joined us too, also nude. Dad's muscular body is yummy! We were basically two nude couples at this point, playing around in the pool. Dad ordered pizza for dinner, and we watched another movie, or at least attempted too. When it became clear Ethan and I weren't paying attention to the movie, but rather his erect penis, Dad sent us to my room. He said we could do anything we wanted sexually, at least everything my chastity belt, with the anal cover plate in installed, and locked corset, which I had very willingly put back on after drying off after getting out of the pool, would permit. Before he let us go, Dad told Ethan that on Sunday mornings, to accommodate my school and work schedule, my chastity belt and corset would come off so my vulva and entire body could be thoroughly cleaned, and permitted to breath for 24 hours, so he would have to leave first thing in the morning, before this occurred. He could then come back the following Friday evening, but not before. Julie followed Ethan and I into my bedroom with a bottle of massage oil, and taught Ethan the basics of giving me a body massage. She informed him that simply because my genitals and breasts were locked away, he couldn't neglect my needs, or take advantage of me, even if I was a willing slave girl. After all, I wasn't Ethan's submissive, but Dad's. She then left us to ourselves, resulting in us experimenting with the massage oil, on both our bodies. It felt wonderful to feel Ethan's touch on my arms and legs, shoulders, and exposed buttocks. We were still experimenting when Dad and Julie came into the bedroom and told us it was time to sleep, it was already midnight. Julie took me into my bathroom, removed my corset, and helped me shower away the massage oil. She then helped me get ready for bed. Dad had taken Ethan to the spare bedroom so he could do the same. After I was prepared for bed, I joined Ethan in my bed, discovering Dad and he had changed the sheets in the meantime. Once we had snuggled together, I was asleep in seconds. I was totally exhausted by the activities of the prior 24 hours, even with all of our napping. Sunday: Luckily, I woke before Dad and Julie came to unlock me for the day, allowing me to give Ethan a slow sensuous blowjob, as a sendoff before our forced separation. When I had finished, I looked up and discovered we had an audience, but neither of us cared. Dad took Ethan to the spare bedroom, and Julie took me to my bathroom, where she removed my corset and chastity belt. After I had weighed myself, and measured my urine output, and Julie took my temperature, I recorded this information in my journal. I had to remember to account for the weight of the corset and chastity belt in my recorded weight measurement. Julie then surprised me by taking off her uniform, before guiding me into the shower. This was another first, but she did this simply because it made life easier for her, since I had seen her nude the day prior. She then had me stand with my hands behind my neck while she bathed me from head to toe, very thoroughly washing my breasts, vulva, and anal areas. She was a little rough with me, not wanting to tempt fate by gently stimulating these areas, as I had been exposed to significant sexual stimulation over the prior 36 hours, even if most of it was mental. She then had me kneel down while she washed my hair. She rinsed us both off and we exited the shower, drying herself and then me, while I continued to stand with my hands behind my neck. She then closely examined my body, making sure my corset and chastity belt weren't causing any irritation. She noted my vulva looked a little more swollen than normal, understandably. She then escorted me to the 'play room' for the first time, unlocking the door, and guided me inside. Along with numerous other things, it was full of light bondage equipment. She located a waist belt and hand cuffs, and secured my hands in place with them. She then located ankle cuffs and some short pieces of rope. She but the ankle cuffs on me, and carried the rope with her as she led me to the dining room. She had me sit on a bar stool at the kitchen counter, before securing my ankles to the chair's legs. She then told me, Dad and her believed that given the amount of sexual stimulation I had experienced since Friday evening, they should be extra diligent about ensuring I didn't take matters into my own hands that day, as they say. A good girl can only be expected to be a good girl for only so long. It was highly risky to remove my chastity belt under the circumstances, but they didn't want me to wear it two weeks straight, especially if the up coming Saturday was a repeat of the prior. Though to be honest, I would happily have done so, I truly would have preferred to wear it all the time. I didn't want to experience the temptation. She then proceeded to prepare herself breakfast, the smell of which made my mouth water. She must have sense I was in need of some TLC, as she too poured my nutrition shake into a bowl and spooned it into my mouth, while at the same time feeding herself. She asked me about my experiences and feeling concerning what had happened the prior couple of days. All I could say was, I had never felt so happy and alive. There were so many firsts, and everything went much better than anyone could have hoped for, especially considering my special situation, i.e. being in submissive father/daughter relationship. Julie could see I was worn out, and took me out to patio and secured me to a lounge chair in a manner that prevented me from touching or stimulating myself, then covered me with a sheet. I slept for a long time. When I awoke, Julie babysat me as I got caught up on school work, which for some reason I couldn't focus on very well. Dad and Ethan's Discussion: I later learned Dad took Ethan out for breakfast that Sunday morning, and a talk. Dad explained to Ethan that when the sexual euphoria he was experiencing dissipated, he may feel embarrassment, guilt, shame, anger, etc., but hopefully he wouldn't, or at least not intense versions of those emotions. It all depended on what Ethan considered normal, for himself and me, or was willing to accept as a new normal for himself and me. If Ethan had an old fashioned view of female virginity, and a narrow view of a woman's sexuality, he was in for a culture shock. Dad explained jealousy could be a big issue, for everyone involved. Not only did Dad, Julie, and I have a relationship with a sexual dynamic, I also had numerous female partners. While threesomes and moresomes may make for a exciting fantasy, the reality could and had destroyed relationships. Dad suggested Ethan take plenty of time to think things over before doing anything rash, to know he could discuss his feelings with Dad or Julie at anytime. He also explained that despite any appearances, I knew I could leave Dad's home at any time, I wasn't a captive, being held against my will. I didn't need to be saved. I would later confirm this. I mean, I don't believe I could have left Dad, but I also didn't want to leave him. He then told Ethan, if he did experience anger or jealousy, now or in future, over our relationship, it would be detrimental for him to mention the details of my lifestyle and relationships to anyone outside the 'family' and fetish lifestyle, as it would likely shatter my life. Dad said it hadn't been planed this way, but as a result of the video camera 'babysitting' us the prior night, there were images of Ethan receiving a blowjob from a woman in bondage, and people may question whether this was truly consensual, and Ethan should always keep this in mind. More than one life could by destroyed by a shortsighted act. The New Normal: Ethan and I continued to date, on a weekly basis, though with a very strong sexual component. Ethan and I were very much in love, and very physical. Julie continued our massage lessons, for both Ethan and I, not wanting Ethan's penis being the only recipient of sensual or sexual stimulation. The chastity belt helped dampen my sexual feelings and frustration, thankfully, as I was very committed to my vaginal virginity, and, if I had to forgo my sexual pleasure and orgasms for the sake of my relationships with Dad, Julie, and Ethan, I was very happy to do so. Everything has its price! The Price of Distraction: One problem became evident when Dad received my report card for that semester. Dad: “Amy, your report card came in the mail today.” Me: “It isn't good, is it?” Dad: “It looks like you got an A in love, and a D in American history. You don't have a single A, in any of your classes.” Me: “Oh, shit.” Dad: “Yep, You deserve a very severe whipping, don't you.” Me: “Yes, Dad.” I was literally shaking with fear, and on the verge of peeing myself. Dad: “On the other hand, I can't punish you for being in love. So, your punishment for this report card is that you and Ethan are not to share any classes during the coming semesters. You also need to retake American History.” Me: “Thank you, Dad” Dad: “I am going to punish you, to reinforce in your mind what happens when you don't perform to your full potential.” Dad then took me to the “dungeon” for the first time. He secured me to a “bondage horse,” resulting in my bare buttocks being raised invitingly into the air. All I could think was, “Oh Shit, Oh Shit, Oh Shit!” Dad then reddened my ass and thighs, with a leather belt. And I did pee myself, as I was on the way to the bathroom when Dad intercepted me with my report card. Adding embarrassment to pain. It wasn't as bad as a whipping, with an actual whip, but it hurt well enough than I didn't want to experience a repeat of it, any time soon. Dad took a picture of me while I was still bent over the horse, and I had to present a print of this photograph to Ethan, to show him the end result of my failure to focus on my school work. Ethan cried for me, and I had to hug and reassure him that I was totally accepting of my punishment, and believed it was totally deserved. He rather reluctantly accepted my willingness to undergo punishment. He then inspected my ass and thighs, and was very happy to see they were pretty much back to normal. Things weren't as bad as the photograph suggested. Ethan realized and acknowledged we both needed to focus more on school, and less on our libidos. My punishment had the desire result for both of us; interesting how that worked out. Ethan's First Sex Party: At the beginning of one of our dates, Dad told Ethan a sex party was coming up, to be held at the house, and that I would be attending, in my normal role as chaste servant. I had already shared the details of these sexual activities with Ethan, which he found rather arousing, understandably. Dad told Ethan that he could also attend, but if I couldn't have sex, then neither could he. Fair is fair. If I was to be dressed as sexual servant, so was he. Ethan agreed to attend, as a slave boy. Yea! Ethan was rather shocked when Julie took him to a waxing salon and had all his body hair removed. Yes, he cried like a little girl; men are such babies when it comes to pain! Lucky for Ethan, he didn't have much body hair, or things would have been much worse for him. I must say, I loved his baby smooth body, especially his hairless cock. No more hair in my mouth during fellatio. Needless to say, Ethan was soon undergoing laser hair removal; I paid for it with my earnings. When Julie was preparing Ethan and I for the party, she held up a butt plug and told Ethan to bend over. He knew I always wore one, and readily bent over and allowed Julie to lubricate his anus and insert the plug. I was jealous, but totally turned on by watching this. It was possibly better to watch this event, than being the one inserting a butt plug into Ethan's ass for the first time. Needless to say, Ethan had blushed bright red, and was exhibiting a rock hard erection when he stood back up. Julie put a leather collar on Ethan, and secured his hands behind his back with leather cuffs. She then tied a pink bow around his cock and balls, more as a joke than anything else, I believe. I attended in my usual attire of a full corset, chastity belt, collar, and ankle and wrist cuffs. My hand's weren't secured to my body as I would be carrying a serving tray. During the party, Dad introduced Ethan to everyone, telling them he was my boyfriend, and that we were very much in love, causing everyone to clap and cheer, and congratulate us. I was so happy, and Ethan was too. As was the case with me, Dad told everyone that Ethan was off limits sex wise. People could look, but not touch. While I passed around beverages, lube, and condoms on a tray, Julie led Ethan around on a leash that connected to his collar. I was so jealous of her, and of him. I wanted to lead, and be led. It looked so hot. His erection came and went depending on the visual entertainment he witnessed, but he was at full-mast most of the evening. I knew something was up when Cindy appeared halfway through the night, dressed sexy as hell, wearing an impression strap-on dildo. Dad had told everyone beforehand they would be in for a special treat that evening, when they saw Cindy arrive, unbeknownst to Ethan and I. Whatever sex was going on at this point quickly came to an end. Julie came over to me, with Ethan in tow, and told me to put the serving tray down. She then directed her chin in Cindy's direction and said to me, “You know what to do.” I was quickly in front of Cindy, on my knees, sucking her big girl cock. I had hardly begun, when she stopped me, pointed at Ethan, and told him it was now his turn. Ethan looked at me, I smiled back. Julie led him over to Cindy, telling him to kneel down beside me. Cindy told him to take 'only' the tip of her realistic looking cock into his mouth, she didn't want him chocking on it, which he readily did. What horny boys will do for a sexy woman. I was so excited, and aroused, watching. Ethan's hands were still behind his back, and he was at Cindy's mercy. She told him she was now going to fuck his mouth, which he later told me nearly scared the shit out of him. Luckily for him, she was only messing with him. She took his head in her hands, and slowly moved the tip of her cock back and forth in his mouth, creating very shallow strokes with her hips. After a very short time, she removed her cock from his mouth, and told him to move aside, so a professional could demonstrate how it should be done. I took Ethan's place, and did my best to be a excellent role model. Cindy took the remote, for the vibrator I knew to be positioned over her clitoris, from her pocket, and turned it on. I could hear it buzz as I sucked her cock to orgasm. She was rather aggressive with me, having obviously been turned on by Ethan sucking her cock. Afterwards, Ethan looked very very happy, having watched my performance, and witnessing his first, and perhaps only, in the flesh lesbian orgasm. After catching her breath, Cindy looked down at Ethan and said, “You have no idea how lucky you are young man, very few men have had the opportunity to suck a lesbian's cock.” Which is very very true. Everyone broke out laughing and clapping. He truly was lucky. At the end of the evening, Dad told Ethan that sucking a girl's cock didn't make him a homosexual, Cindy was 100% female. Ethan looked relieved, as his sexual high had started to dissipate, and the reality of what he had done had begun to settle in. Being drunk on sexual arousal can have the same affect as being drunk on alcohol. Julie prepared Ethan and I for bed, removing our adornments, and took us both into the shower with her, and helped us to bath each other. Her body was off limits to Ethan and I, but we still got to enjoy seeing her sleek sexy body. Ethan and I were soon in bed. I really wanted to suck his cock, but for once the poor guy was worn out, both the little and big guy. We both quickly fell asleep. Ethan Learns to Suck Cock: The next time Ethan arrived at the house, I met him a the door wearing a brand new strap-on dildo, one that was on the smaller size. It was a gift from Dad. I proceeded to demonstrate on Ethan's cock what I expected him to do with my cock. We would then take turns sucking each others cocks. I never, in a million years, would have imagined this experience at the age of eighteen. He proved an avid student. I provided him with plenty of practice, as seeing him suck my realistic cock helps compensate for not being able to receive cunnilingus. Receiving fellatio is good substitute for me, as I can look down on him giving me oral pleasure, even if it is more visual than physical. We soon discovered a fondness for the 69 position, when we move in a slow and sensual manner. Ethan Moves In: After Ethan and I graduated from college, and his lease on his apartment had come up for renewal, Dad invited Ethan to move in with the family. We had been dating for over two years, it was time. But a problem presented itself, what would we do when I was out of my chastity belt one day a week? Could Ethan and I resist temptation? Ethan had never seen my vulva, and I didn't want him too. I don't know why, perhaps because of my fleshy girly parts, though they don't bother me today, as I have performed cunnilingus on women with a vulva that was far fleshier than mine. Luckily, I came up with the perfect solution, as I truly hate being out of my belt for an entire day. It left me feeling very exposed, emotionally and physically. The answer was, I would wear the belt continuously, only taking it off long enough for it to be cleaned, and for me to be bathed and inspect once a week, usually by Julie, never Ethan. Luckily, wearing the belt continuously didn't result in any problems, as my mind and body were very accustomed to it, after more than five years of wearing one. I switch chastity belt types occasionally, to give areas of my body a break, or to provide a different visual appeal. The thong style belt is by far the most comfortable overall, but doesn't allow access to my anal area; I like my butt plugs. Wedding Bells: After a couple of years living together, Ethan and I demonstrated our love and continued commitment to one another by exchanging vows and traditional gold wedding rings. We are non-traditionally traditional. We don't believe we require the permission of the Church or State to “marry,” so we skipped all of that. During the following wedding reception, we gave our virginity to one another, our anal virginity. The wedding took place at a specially arranged sex party, with lots of flowers, and with everyone dressed in their best attire, even if that attire was slave attire. Yes, there were naked male and female slaves at our wedding. Sounds like something from “The Sleeping Beauty” series of books, doesn't it. We had flipped a coin to determine who went first. The first person to lose a coin toss would lose their anal virginity. Ethan volunteered to go first, the gentleman that he is, and immediately lost the first coin toss. Fate, a fickle friend. I was dressed in white, in a wedding dress that left the front of my legs and pelvic area bare. It was similar to the dress Stephanie Seymour wore in that Guns N’ Roses video. My dress revealed a cock that was an actual molded copy of Ethan's. It only seemed fair for us to have the same size cocks, for our first times. Ethan had been plugged ever since our first sex party, so neither of us was a complete virgin, but neither had had a cock in their ass. Boy, where did this virgin learn such language? Ethan laid down on a fancy gynecological table, that left his cock, balls, and anus exposed to everyone's view, with his anus level with my cock. He was restrained so he couldn't escape, not that he would ever want too. He was as naked as the day he was born, except for a black bow tie. Julie was kind enough to lubricate his anus for me, being a little more thorough, I believe, than was absolutely necessary. Julie then lubricated my cock, slowly and sensually. It was such a turn on. Poor Ethan, he could only watch. I then approached Ethan, asked him if he was ready to lose his anal virginity, to which he relied, “Hell, yes.” His erect penis confirming this sediment. Julie then directed my cock at Ethan's anus, I very slowly pressed into his ass, causing Ethan to moan loudly with pleasure. The room was perfectly quiet. I then began to fuck him very very slowly. When I asked him if he was enjoying himself, his reply was, “Hell, yes.” once again, resulting in a lot of laughter. Julie, showing her usual initiative and helpfulness, started slowly stroking Ethan's cock while I continued to fuck his ass, synchronizing our rhythms. We both went extremely slow, and his cock got rock hard; it looked painful, and he moaned as if it were. Julie and I picked up the pace slightly, resulting in an explosive orgasm and ejaculation. He came buckets, all on his chest and face, because he had been wearing a chastity belt for the months leading up to the wedding. Fair is fair. He doesn't wear one today, it was only part of our wedding preparations, and because it did seem the most fair. It was then my turn. We knew orgasm for me wasn't likely, with my clit concealed and out of action, but we thought we would see if I could experience a G-Spot orgasm. We didn't know if I had a G-Spot, let alone could experience orgasm during anal sex. Even for experienced Julie, it isn't a common occurrence. The best position for this endeavor was for me to be on my hands and knees, then to lower my upper body down so my chest was resting on the padded bench that I would be kneeling on. This would increase the amount of stimulation the front wall of my vagina would receive, hopefully resulting in G-Spot stimulation and orgasm. To prevent undesired chaffing of my semi-virgin anus, we agreed Dad would limit our session to 30 minutes. They always talk about how arduous planing for your wedding is, they are so right. When Ethan and I were rested, I assumed the position. Julie removed the lower part of my wedding dress, it had been designed for quick removal, and proceeded to lubricate my anus. Damn she was good, I wouldn't have minded if she continued for hours. Poor Ethan, or should I say lucky Ethan, having to watch and wait, as Julie lubricated and stimulated his wife's virgin ass. He later told me he almost ejaculated while watching this, and just barely avoided it. After Julie lubricated Ethan's cock, again being a little to thorough, leaving me feeling desperately wanting the entire time, Ethan approached me and asked me if I was ready to lose my anal virginity. You would never guess my response, “Hell, yes.” Once again there was a lot of laughter. Damn that cock felt good slipping slowly into my ass. It was like it's own special type of orgasm. Ethan then slowly began to fuck my ass, as I lowered my upper body down to the bench. And this did make a difference in the pleasure I was experiencing. Yes, I do have a G-Spot, and Ethan cock rubbing against it felt absolutely wonderful. I was a moaning more than a little, as you can see in the wedding video. I was in heaven, until I slowly realized Ethan had stopped moving. My time was up, Damn it! I could have gone all night, experiencing this intense pleasure, but we had agreed on the time limit, to the benefit of my poor anus. Ethan slowly withdrew his penis, and Julie was kind enough to insert a good sized butt plug, so I wasn't left feeling totally unfulfilled; she has been there and knows what it is like. While it wasn't planned, we practiced a little orgasm denial that day. Which became the norm for our sexual experiences. When Ethan is fucking my ass, the 30 minute time limits is always observed, always very gentle at first, then slowly more aggressive. It feels so wonderful, and I come so close to something, but don't experience orgasm. I don't know that it is true orgasm denial, as it always feels so good, without any growing tension. We have given thought to extending the time limit, on our first anniversary, or maybe the fifth or tenth. I don't mind, because it feels so good. A Focus on My Pleasure: While not a hard fast rule, Ethan doesn't ejaculate in my ass. Ever since our wedding, Ethan focuses on my pleasure when he fucks me, as my ass and anal stimulation is almost entirely my only source of physical sexual pleasure; while my breasts and nipples aren't formally off limits, I prefer to keep them covered and restrained most of the time. I don't receive anal intercourse on a regular basis, we're trying to keep it something special. Ethan gets plenty of blow jobs, and probably at least weekly I fuck him in the ass with my strap-on. While I'm a girly-girl in appearance and behavior, I love fucking with my cock, and getting blowjobs too. Luckily for me, Ethan is more than willing to fulfill my needs and expectations. He totally straight, but he doesn't mind that his girl has a cock too, at least in the bedroom. The Present and Future: Ethan and I are a very happy and satisfied couple. Work keeps us very busy, meaning the hours of endless play are mostly in the past. Being a responsible adult truly sucks. When you work full time, it is wonderful to come home to a clean house and a prepared meal. Needless to say, we love having Julie around. She is more than willing to shower with us and wash our backs. She has been to massage school now, and we each receive at least one massage a week. She plays around and flirts with Ethan, but she still only explores anal with Dad, so I have nothing to worry about. If they did do anything, there would be no need for them to hide it from me. Julie is the only person in the world I wouldn't be insanely jealous of, as I owe her so much. I still provide my oral service at lesbian sex parties. It is still a mental trip, and I love bringing women to orgasm with my mouth and tongue. Ethan at first found the idea very arousing, but there isn't much to tell, as all I can describe to him is the character of the pussies that sit before my face. After a very short while, it isn't voyeuristically entertaining anymore, to hear these meager details. It is something you have to experience firsthand. At Dad's parties, Ethan and I are always there in the role of submissive servers, and don't play with the other guests. I don't seek casual sex, outside of oral servitude, and Ethan seems more than happy with a single sexual partner; lucky me. I am a bit possessive and jealous, so this is a good thing. Dad is looking for a new daughter to adopt, one in need of guidance and protection. Very few young women are serious about becoming a daughter and sex slave, willing to take the next step. It makes for a good fantasy, but few are willing to give up their entire way of life and freedom, for a Dad. I would love to have a baby-sister! Or maybe a baby-brother; I have some wicked castration fantasies, and how I could torment him!