Your own household

You wake up the next morning with a raging erection (as usual) and smile, quite pleased with the direction life is taking you. You wrap your robe around yourself, covering up your hard-on, and head for the kitchen where you smell and hear Amber working on breakfast.

Before that you stop at Kelly’s bedroom door and peek inside. A good parent anyways peeks in on what their daughter is doing.

She’s looking in the mirror, wearing her stars & stripes nighty, and talking out loud. “Thank you God, for America, and thank you for Daddy, and thank you for churchschool, and thank you for making me a good American girl.” She leans forward and gives her reflection a little peck on the lips.

She looks absolutely lovely despite it being first thing in the morning (Of course she does. She’s 18. She always looks good.) She’s petite and slim. Her skin is soft and flawless, eyes big, breasts shapely and perky, and her puffy nipples are noticeable beneath her nightie.

There’s nothing wrong with a father noticing his daughter this way. A good parent has to see the world as it truly is.

You walk in and and she lights up at the sight of you. “Daddy!” She jumps over and kisses your cheek. It’s been too long since you’ve had real time to spend with her. Unfortunately today won’t be much different. You’ll have to head to work soon and her to churchschool and likely staying late as she often does.

Might as well tell her the important stuff now. “Look, I just wanted to let you know that I heard about Paisley making you do some things that I know you didn’t want to do. It’s all taken care of. In fact, she and her mom will probably be staying with us for a bit. But from now on, you’ll be totally in charge of her, okay?

“What did you do to her, Daddy?” Kelly asks, biting her lip. The question seems to indicate that she knows more than you suspected. You don't know how to answer, so she holds up her phone to show you a video. A video of Paisley. “She posted this late last night.”

It starts off with the recording of you stomping up to her and slapping her in the face. Then the phone falls over and the video cuts out. It resumes on Paisley’s sweaty visage, her red, sore cheeks, and she's put on too much makeup, bright blue eye shadow and ruby red lipstick. She must have recorded it shortly after you left. It seems like she’s still naked, although the shot is just of her shoulders, neck, and face.

“I’m so happy everyone! I get it now! He fixed me! It was so dumb of me to try to think like boys think. I’m not made for thinking. I’m made for…” she smirks, “other things.” She licks her lips. “So that’s my advice today. Girls, stop thinking so much and find a man who will fix you.” Then she slaps herself across the face and the video cuts out.

“It’s already been viewed like a million times.” Kelly explains. “There are lots of comments from girls wanting to get fixed." This is an unexpected development, you think. You'll have to take a closer look at this yourself, sometime between going to work and keeping track of whether Jim is being taken down for his un-American activities and probably continuing Paisley and Susan's training. (the fact that Paisley still thinks she's valuable enough to be making web videos suggests you still have work to do.) It's going to be a busy day. Then Kelly adds, "Do you think I need to be fixed?”

You reach out and caress your daughter’s cheek. “No sweetie. You’re already perfect.” She smiles a big, adorable smile at you. “Wait here for a bit. I’m going to give your step mom breakfast.” You say, then depart from her room.

You walk out into the kitchen to the smell of bacon. “I have breakfast ready for you.” Amber stands over the stove wearing nothing but a pair of white panties.

“I have breakfast ready for you too.” You respond.

So as she does every morning, your freedom wife falls to her knees before you, opens her mouth, and sticks out her tongue.

You pull your throbbing cock from your pajama pants and your robe and start jerking it over her. “Rub yourself.” You command.

“Thank you.” She says, sliding her hand down between her legs.

Might as well tell her the news too. “Our neighbors, Susan and Paisley, are probably going to come live with us for a while.” You say. Amber doesn't respond. She's rubbing at herself hard. Her body heaves up and down as her cunt grinds into her hand. You’re not sure she even comprehends the words you’re saying. “They’re going to help out around to house. So you’ll have more time every day to rub your brain into mush.” You smile to yourself. “Understand?”

“I’m such a whore.” she answers distractedly.

Whatever. You dump dump your seed all over her pretty face and tongue and she doesn't flinch. Then you eat your breakfast and get dressed for work. Your last stop of the morning is downstairs for your first wife, Lauren.

“I have breakfast for you.” You tell her as well.

She scurries up on all fours, starting to smell a bit rank. It might be time for a bath. But later. Right now you only have time for her feeding.

She too kneels before you, opens her mouth wide, and sticks out her tongue as you take out your cock. But she doesn't get your cum. She doesn't deserve your cum. You let your warm piss spray all over her face. Once her mouth is full she swallows. But much of your piss still trails down onto her breasts and body.

Might as well tell her too. You look around. It’s a big basement with plenty of room. “You’re about to have some company down here soon.” You tease.

Pulling out of the garage you notice an unfamiliar black car next door. It can’t be Jim back from his trip already, could it? Your curiosity starts to get the best of you and you stop the car in the driveway to consider whether you should check it out. After all, you're in charge of the sluts who live there now (or at least, you will be very soon). As you sit there you get a text from work:

Mr. Powers (your boss) wants to see you 1st thing when you get in. Head right to his office.