I beg Mr Hollinhoe to let me stay

"Pl-please don't - make me - go. I want to be with you." I beg breatlessly holding onto his hard penis when he ends the kiss and lets go of my bum. "Please Mr Hollinhoe."

"I don't need your family or more importantly the police turning up here looking for you." Mr Hollinhoe tells me sternly.

"They-they won't. I promise. My adoptive parents don't care where I am or what I do, that's why they've never come to parents evening. I just need to call my big sister to let her know I'm okay." I tell him pleadingly, stroking his penis in the hopes that it might sway him, and because it feels good in my hand.

"Okay, but once inside you will be my obedient, adoring daughter and only call me Daddy, or Father if we have company. You will do everything and anything I tell you to do." Mr Hollinhoe instructs and excitement quickens my heartbeat.

"I promise Daddy, I will be your obedient and adoring daughter and will do everything and anything you tell me to do." I swear eagerly not considering or caring what that may entail as I hold onto his penis.

"Good girl. Follow me." He says and I reluctantly let go of him and eagerly follow him into his home.

We enter a large dimly lit hallway with ornate lights hanging from the high ceiling and a staircase with mahogany bannisters running up the righthand wall and one door on the right before the stairs, two doors in the left wall and another down the end of the hall.

"First things first we need to get you properly groomed. Head upstairs, go left and take the first door on the right. I'll be up in a minute so get undressed ready for me." Daddy instructs me, shutting and locking the ftont door gehind us before walking off down the hallway and flicking some light switches on the way.

The hallway and the landing upstairs light up illuminating the vintage green and silver vertically lined wallpaper and the portraits hanging on the wall leading up the stairs.

I take my platform shoes off before ascending the stairs and glancing at the portraits on the way up. The first portrait at the bottom of the stairs is of Daddy, maybe in his late twenties with a stern expression on his face. I assume the next is of him as a child with his parents and a sibling. Again the expressions on all the subjects range from passive to stern and as I walk up the stairs I realise it is a common theme with all the subjects. The higher I go the further back in Daddys family line the portraits go and to say they become creepy and creepier the higher I go is an understatement.

Reaching the top of the stairs do you go left and take the first door on the right or turn right and take the first door on the left?