Cleaning, learning, and indulging Master Dave's little girl fetish

Dave set Princess to gathering up all the used feed bowls out of the boxes, and she took them over to a kitchen in Corridor B where she began washing and stacking the bowls under Dave's supervision.

"Always cleaning, this job. Nice to see one of the girls finally doin' the work," Dave bit into a crisp apple as he spoke, and Yania's mouth watered. She was only a little hungry, but her body craved something fresh tasting. She could almost taste the juice. She could feel his free hand trailing down her back, then gripping her ass, molesting it. "One of the little girls... come on Princess, you've got an important job to do elsewhere, we've got extra bowls. These will wait." By Dave's change in tone, Yania had an idea of what her 'important job' might involve.

Dave led her down to the Facilities wing and found a room titled "RECREATION". He led her inside with a big grin on his face. Inside the floor was padded, much like the girl's rooms. Whips, chains, gags, and bondage gear and devices that Yania didn't even have names for lined one of the walls. The ceiling had various chains hanging off of it, there were stands for girls to sit, lay, and crouch on, there was a base for a pillory like Yania had been trapped in the previous day. There was also a mirror in the corner, and makeup.

Dave ignored all these, though, and instead went to a large cupboard. Inside Princess caught a glimpse of various clothing and outfits, some merely straps that wouldn't cover anything, others were far more involved. In a few moments Dave found what he wanted - a simple, thin white cotton shift, a pair of white cotton panties, and a wig with bangs and straight black hair.

"I'm gonna take out your rings, put these on," Dave ordered. All Princess could do was put the wig onto her bald head until Dave was done running his hands over her body and face, taking out her piercings.

When Dave was done she slipped into her clingy cotton shift and pulled up her panties. It seemed a little absurd, to be putting clothes on just so that, she was sure, they'd be taken off, but with the amount of clothing and outfits in the closet it looked like this was common practice. At Dave's direction she also penciled in a little eyeliner at the makeup stand. Finally she stood in front of the mirror.

Her shift was so thin that she could see the dark outline of her brown body underneath, and her even darker nipples poking at the fabric. When she lifted her arms the bottom of the shift climbed up, revealing her smooth legs and, when she went high enough, the tip of her panty-covered mound.

"Be a good ****." She whispered to her image in the mirror. She had an idea of what Dave wanted with all this. She had a part to play, to please her master, and now was time to start.

Princess pranced over to Dave, skipping her steps, letting her shift fly up revealing her smooth, slim brown legs. When she got close she did a little spin, the **** causing it to climb up farther, revealing her panties and hips. Princess put on her best little girl voice again, the one that had pleased Master Dave earlier.

"How do I look, Daddy?" She asked innocently, and stretched up on her tippy-toes to give him a little wet peck on his cheek.

"You look fine, baby," Dave sounded almost surprised at her transformation in attitude, looking down at her smiling, flirtatious face as she swayed back and forth.

"You look fine," He repeated, "for a very naughty girl," an evil smile creeped on to his face. "You done been trying to look at Daddy's thing again, haven't you?" Dave ran his hand over his hardening cock through his pants

"Daddy," Princess breathed, "I was just curious." One of her hands trailed low, running under Dave's shirt, sliding her pinky just barely under the top of his pants teasingly. Her other hand moved over her own sheer shift, moving across her slim body and breasts. She looked up with wide eyes, "It's so big, Daddy, and it makes my kitty tingle."

Dave looked down at her seriously, "Naughty girls get spankings. You know that." He sat on the nearby bench and patted his lap. Princess's whimper was only half false as she pulled up her shift and laid herself across him, bottom up. She could feel his stiff shaft underneath her stomach and ground against it.

"Bare bottom this time, little girl," Dave said and pulled down the back of her panties, revealing her dark behind to the cool air. He ran his hand over the mound of her butt, caressing it.

"Yes, Daddy, I'm sorry."

Smack! "That's one."

"Ahh!" Princess squealed, and louder this time, "I'm sorry Daddy."

Smack! "Two."

"Ahh, please, Daddy, I'll be a good girl from now on!" In between each hit Dave's hand was exploring her ass, running his fingers over the sensitive, sore cheeks, running along her crack. Being manhandled this way, playing the part of the little girl, calling her white master 'Daddy', and feeling his hard cock under her belly was all combining to turn Yania on in spite of the pain. And maybe just a little because of it.

Smack! Smack! "Three. Four."

Tears, real tears entered Princess' eyes now. Dave was just as strong as he looked, and was holding little back.

Smack! "Five."

Smack! "Six."

Princess just whimpered now. Dave parted her cheeks, she could feel his eyes gazing at her little butthole. One of his fingers circled it.

With one hand parting her cheeks, the other bent and gave her little hole a great big,

Flick! "Seven."

Yania squealed. It hadn't been as painful as the spankings, but his nail hit her right on the ring of her little hole and it had been unexpected.

Smack! "Eight."

"Ahhh!!" Back to spanking, and this one was harder than ever.

Smack! "Nine."

Princess choked back a sob, nine had been just as hard as eight, and her bottom was so sore now it made each hit far worse than when Dave had started. She squeezed her eyes and waited for the tenth to fall.

"I'm thinking, Princess, that it's your naughty little kitty getting you in all this trouble. Maybe it should get the last spankin'."

Princess nodded meekly and struggled to find her little girl voice through her tears, "Yes, Daddy, punish my kitty." She gingerly flipped herself over onto her sore backside, scooting off of Dave's lap. She pulled down her panties, revealing her small, bald pussy, that for all the world looked like the little girl she was playing. Princess spread her legs wide, exposing her own little slit to 'Daddy's' punishing slap.

Smack! "And ten!"

Princess howled aloud, her most sensitive area having received the hard, practice spank of Dave's hand directly. Her clit, pierced only yesterday, screamed at her. Her body spasmed and her legs closed reflexively.

"Shh, it's okay, Daddy's got you." Dave covered her again with her shift and began touching the abused area between her legs through the thin cloth in a most un-daddy-like way. "You got yourself a very wet kitty down here, don't you Princess?"

Dave was right. Around her genitals the fabric had instantly moistened, and was clinging directly to her pussy in a most revealing way. Her legs formed a perfect triangle crease, and her tiny slit showed perfectly. As Dave molded the fabric closer yet and smoothed out the wrinkles, even her clit poked out against the thin fabric.

"Yes, Daddy, my kitty is very wet. It feels strange when you put your hand on it," Princess wrapped her own slim fingers around his large white hand, pressing it harder into her aching pussy. "What's that mean, Daddy?" She asked innocently.

"It means you're gettin' a little too old for spankings, baby," Dave stood and moved his hand to his crotch, unzipping his pants. "It means maybe you are old enough to see Daddy's thing. Go ahead, baby, take it out."

Princess turned her body to sit in front of him, and began slowly unwrapping her prize. She shimmied his pants down and saw its massive outline though his red briefs. Princess stroked it slowly though the cloth, and looked up with her happiest little girl eyes. She wasn't paying close enough attention as she lowered his boxers, and the huge white penis sprang from its constriction smacking her right in the head.

"Oww! Daddy!" Princess put her hand on it, slowly gripping it. Her fingers couldn't make it all the way around. She gave it a slow pump. "It's... so big, Daddy."

Dave chuckled, obviously proud of his own erection. He took it in hand and swatted Princess right in the face with it.

"Now you're a little girl. What do big men do with their big things, little girl?"

Princess thought for a moment. "They... make babies, Daddy?"

Another swat, right on her cheek. The heavy penis hurt against her teeth. "What they been teachin' you in that school of yours girl? No baby stuff 'til you're older. What else do they do with their big things?"

Of course. Dave hadn't gone all morning, and Princess had a duty, and had made a promise. She looked up at her master with big eyes and touched her wet pussy though her clingy shift.

"That's where boys wee from, Daddy."

Dave smiled down on her and patted her wig, "Good girl. Now the way I figure, you enjoyed your spankings a little too much. So you only got half a punishment. Since you're such a big girl now, lookin' at Daddy's thing and getting all tingly in your kitty, from now on when you been naughty you gonna be drinkin' down Daddy's pee-pee. No complaints now."

Princess sniffled, grinding her heel into the floor in her best punished little girl impression, "Yes Daddy. I was a naughty girl, and now I'll drink your pee-pee down. Is... is it going to taste bad, Daddy?"

Dave stroked her hair, "It sure will, baby, that's why it's a punishment. But you be a good girl and get it all down, and we will see about gettin' you something special."

Princess slowly lifted up her clingy shift, putting her hand on her pussy and beginning to fondle herself. She moved the hair of her wig back behind her ears, and looked up at her master, positioning her mouth below the purple head of his big white cock. "I'm ready, Daddy," she said, his little girl.

His stream hit her lips, then angled to the back of her throat. The taste was still foul, but Princess had grown used to it from her long morning. She swallowed it down as quickly as it came, and slowly moved her head closer, wrapping her dark lips around the head of her master's cock as he emptied his bladder. As his stream petered out she transitioned perfectly from piss drinking to blowing him, her head bobbing up and down as the last few drops of pee entered her mouth. She didn't think that she could safely deepthroat him, he was just too thick, but Dave seemed to know that, and she instead concentrated on working his magnificent cock with her tongue, swirling it around the head, massaging the underside of his head with her tongue, which he seemed to like.

Dave slowly lowered himself to the ground, and Princess sucked his dick all the way down. She removed her mouth from his tip and began licking and sucking her way down his shaft. Her lips began kissing and sucking his balls, and she smiled up at his eyes. Remembering her time with Piggy she slowly shifted her body until she was positioned with her pussy in her master's face, always attentive to his cock while she moved.

Dave moved her shift again in front of her pussy, and began sucking and licking through the thin fabric.

"Ohh, fuck Daddy," Princess moaned loudly into the underside of Dave's cock. It was now angled up towards his belly, and Princess thought that maybe, just maybe angled like this, with her head and throat lined up, she could try to get the thick cock down her throat, at least a little.

With Dave licking her pussy, she felt compelled to try. She arched back her neck, and slowly took his head into her mouth. No longer sucking, she opened her mouth wide and began forcing the giant cock backwards. She couldn't **** it straight back any further, and instead began moving it back and forth, thrusting it down a little further each time she went.

Her efforts were rewarded, Dave lifted her shift and finally began tonguing her wet, bare pussy directly with his mouth. After being teased through her shift, the sensation was sublime, and Princess moaned as she fucked her throat further and further down Dave's massive penis. About 3/4s down the length she finally had to admit defeat, her lungs were burning.

Dave must have sensed her hesitation. "Not yet, cunt! I'm almost there." Yania's world spun, and she realized she was on the bottom now, Dave on top, and he was not letting her go. Her vision filled with spots, and to her horror she realized Dave was trying to go deeper. Her hands were reflexively trying to defend her from his ****, slapping and pushing ineffectively at the man now **** her throat. From far away she felt a sharp sting on her pussy and Dave's voice, "Don't fight it, ****!"

****. Everything was so far away. Princess let her body go limp, acceptance crept in. She might die like this, a massive white cock assaulting her throat, and that would be just another choice made for her, like all the others. Her vision was filled with black, but somewhere she realized that Master Dave's cock was all the way down her throat, his balls hitting her nose as he pumped his massive dick into her yielding fuckhole, her throat, and she felt a great sense of triumph. She had taken the whole thing. His semen was now spurting directly into her piss-filled stomach. Then everything went black.

Yania woke with a start, gasping for air, her limbs thrashing, then in a moment relaxed. Her airway was again clear. She sucked in sweet unfettered breaths. Her throat was raw, but she was able to get out, in a hoarse voice, "Did I do good, Daddy?"

She realized that she had been out for only a few seconds. Dave was wiping his slimy cock on her face, like she was a towel. He looked down at her, "Yeah, fine enough. Good little girls don't fight, they finish what they start. Now clean yourself up," Dave gestured towards the make-up mirror.

Princess nodded submissively and picked herself up on wobbly feet. Next time, she promised herself, she would do better.

Next time? Something in the back of her mind said. Her throat was raw, she could barely stand, she had just been brutalized, and she was already thinking about next time?

Yes, Princess resolved. Of course. As many times, for as long as her masters wanted. She would have to take everything they gave her, and do it happy. "Be a good ****," She told the spit-soaked, bleary-eyed reflection in the mirror, before wiping her face with her own shift.

When she was finished she turned back. Dave, meanwhile, had already sprayed the area where they had been laying, and was beginning to pull his pants up. Princess hurried over, before he could tuck his big penis away and gently took it from his hands. She knelt and gave it a wet kiss. "Until next time, big boy," she said to it, and put it in his pants herself, zipping them up.

Dave grunted, and took her clothes and wig from her, putting it all in a laundry chute that was implanted in the wall. Together they left the Recreation room behind.

Yania spent the rest of the afternoon learning the different rooms with Dave, trying to be a good student. The exercise room had a lot of yoga focuses that she would have to learn with the girls, and weight machines. No free weights were allowed. There were various rooms that held different, practical things. Laundry, dishes, storage, custodial items. Dave talked and she followed him obediently, soaking up as much as she could. Her feet were tired from all the walking when it finally came time to get the cows back to their rooms. She helped get them all settled with Dave, and afterwards was instructed on how to clean and care for the complicated milking machines, that had to be partially dismantled and cleaned each day. Many extra things were to be done weekly or monthly, too, to care for the facility, and Dave told her about those in passing, or simply said she would learn about that later. The cow's milk was stored in a huge cooled vat outside the building, and was to be picked up three times a week. She learned that all the cows were given a lot more to eat than her, on account of making up for the calories and nutrients for all the milk they produced. By the end of the day she felt physically and mentally exhausted. Finally she was given her meal in her room, and took care of Dave's bladder one final time for the day. She proudly noted that she didn't miss a drop, and didn't flinch. She was told that Master Pembleton would be back tomorrow, but Dave wasn't sure when. After drinking lots of water and completing her nighttime routine, Yania collapsed into a deep, dreamless slumber.