“Yes, you are,” he said, something almost like awe in his stern voice. He stroked my cheek. “I love you, young lady.” “We all do, sis,” Georgia said. My mom nodded and my aunt beamed at me. I shuddered, so glad I was a goddess owned by my father. Deidre quivered, still in awe of her Goddess Bess surrendering her mind control powers to her father. The lesson rattled through her mind that sometimes power couldn't be trusted in anyone. Bess was a living example, a Goddess who gave up so much of her own control to enlighten the world. “You're amazing,” Deidre whispered to the screen as the Goddess recovered from her discipline surrounded by her family. “She is,” her husband, Robert, said. He stroked her hair, such a possessive gesture. His cum ran out of her pussy. She looked up at him, her heart feeling so tight as it increased its beat. “May I... May I be your wife again? And also... your slave?” As she trembled, waiting for his answer, Deidre realized she had to surrender her power to him. She ran the institute. She was his boss. She realized now why she cheated on him. To prove that she wasn't owned by him. That she was independent of him, a modern woman. But now... now she knew a woman should be owned. Bess taught her that. She now had to surrender her power to her master, to the man she loved. “Yes,” Robert answered. Deidre shuddered, so happy. She couldn't wait for the next God to be found, for the next deity to enlighten the world. Joy flowed through her as she lifted her head and let her husband, her master, claim her lips in a powerful kiss. Like her Goddess Bess, she was owned. The END It was japan around 3am when I stumbled through fetish the door, completely wasted, trying to push my long red hair out of my eyes. My low cut crop top stretched tight over my firm 32c breasts, my short denim skirt hung low on my hips and was barely long enough to hide my flimsy black thong. I stumbled through the front hallway, tripping over my six inch black heels and crashing giggling into the wall. I pushed myself away from the wall and started to make my way through the dark living room when suddenly the light flicked on, making me freeze in place as a deep, slurred voice demanded, “Where have you been young lady?!” I turned slowly towards the voice to see my dad sitting on the couch, an empty glass in his hand, teen a half-empty whisky bottle on the side table. Anger flashed in his dark eyes as he rose, slightly unsteady, to his feet, his presence menacing as he stalked over to me, six feet tall, dark eyes and hair, pussy his body lean asian and muscular, like a Jaguar with prey in its sights. Press-up’s I loved her 'uh, uh, uh' noises as I fucked her ass. My back door was gaping wide open. We disabled the card reader locks by shoving pussy those cards into each lock. After a few minutes of the most enthusiastic blowjobs I had ever received from her Amy pulled herself off of me, climbed onto my asian lap positioned herself and quickly lowered herself onto my cock. "God you say the craziest things when you are drunk. Don’t blame her!” Kim let out another chuckle, “Not bad – was it nice, big, plump – would you like fetish to ride it?” Nick, my husband, and I are madly in love with each japan other. A steady stream of slippery goo trailed through her cleavage, teen creeping its way down towards her firm, naked belly. She comes to the side of me, and I see her pull out one of the asparagus still bent deep in her pussy. Just hold me for a while, OK? He switched positions and held her again. “Keep going.” Dad said, and I did. Jake answers, "We're shooting a documentary on the company...right now we're showing how well off our employees are, to get more interest from applicants." I was a little disappointed that we weren't going to have total privacy tonight, but a little excited now that I'd seen what fun we could have without it. What the fuck is going on, Corruption?! Afterwards, I fell asleep. And the thought of doing it once more . . .