miyuki

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With my nose almost touching the ground, I felt a bead of sweat trickle down from the back of my ear. Even though it was Kyoko's voice that I heard, the tone and way of expressing herself was not my daughter's at all.

Suddenly I heard a sound I knew well, a pair of distinctive tongue clicks filled the room. A reaction etched deep in my soul arose like a reflex impossible to avoid. With a leap so swift that it would impress Emily if she could see them, I settled my body into a position of submission. With my back pressed against the carpet decorating my office, I pressed my arms across my breasts with my hands clenched into fists facing downward. I opened my crotch in an M-shape while sticking out my tongue and panting like a dog. The image of a big executive dressed in brand name clothes must have been hilarious to say the least.

I saw my daughter's face once again. Her features were unmistakably Kyoko. But the snake-like look in her eyes could only perternate that old man. I didn't know how or why but I knew instinctively that the old man was now in her.

With a smug smile he said: "I see you haven't forgotten anything I taught you Miyuki. What a good bitch you are." As he said those words, he pressed my crotch with Kyoko's sneaker still on. I watched as Kyoko's dirty shoe stained my $500 pants helplessly, my body was paralyzed, however it wasn't out of fear.

There were many reasons why I hated that old man. From forcing me to marry his son and all the vile acts he did to me were enough to make me hate him vicerally. But the reason I hated him the most was because of what he had done to my body.

Souma had trained my body over the years to the point where it was unrecognizable to me. My entire sexuality had been recalibrated for my convenience so that it could only be satisfied by that old man. No matter how hard I tried after his ****, men, women, toys or whatever I tried, it all failed. My body had effectively become his property, he was my master, even against my will. Now my body was paralyzed not out of fear... but out of pleasure.

No person could resist pleasure. And as an example of that a stain had appeared in the area where I was pressing on his shoe making him laugh quite loudly. "Puppies don't bark for their owners, Miyuki?" He said as he pressed my already wet pants. Even though I tried to resist the urge, I knew it would get worse if I didn't do what he said. "Woof woof woof." was what came out of my mouth. I was back in that nightmarish position.

As I tried to stop my body from shaking "Kyoko" spoke.

"Well well Miyuki. It's good to see that my trusty bitch is taking care of my fortune even after I died." He said that as she stopped to walk around my office with my daughters body. Even though he had removed his foot from my pussy I didn't dare move. Years of training came back to my mind with every passing second.

"I don't love what you did with the place. But well I'll have time to correct this. I'm sure you are saying in your mind "This is impossible! He died so many years ago! I saw it!" And you are right my dear. What you see is an impossible act of your master."

Bewilderment invaded my body from the center of my chest.

"We men of the Fujiwara family have an ancestral secret. Once every 500 years one of us is born with the strange ability to return as a phantom after ****."

I thought that was absolutely crazy.

"I'm sure you think it's crazy, but the best example of me telling you the truth is me here in the body of your daughter. Who by the way inherited all the good things you had Miyuki. This young and beautiful body will be the perfect vehicle for your master."

When I heard the last sentence, my marternal instinct overcame my fear, I jumped up like a cat and for the first time I dared to challenge his gaze. Even though it was my daughter's gaze that was being returned, there was something deep down that was like a swampy tar ready to swallow you up at any moment.

Surprised, Souma kept talking. “Wow that's new. You never challenged me before when I was alive. However it's useless." With a calm voice not like Kyoko he said "Miyuki position to listen." Like a compulsion I shouted "YES !!!!!" and dropped to the floor on my knees with my hands behind my head as I looked at my desk. My little outburst had been overpowered by a simple command.

No matter how hard I tried to move it was strangely impossible. As if he didn't care about my resistance, Souma kept talking.

"Your master has been having fun over the years with different bodies of pretty women. It wasn't by chance that I came across this Kyoko while posing with a sexy milf that I remembered my little puppy abandon.”

As she sat on my chair and put her feet up on the table she continued. "Well puppy, your master needs your help. Oh right you can talk."

As if a ribbon was taken out of my mouth I spoke in a low and nervous tone "WHAT DO YOU WANT..." I wanted to end this as fast as possible.... A wide smile appeared on Kyoko's face and she opened her mouth.