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Re: How I became my step sisters B.U.G.
Awesome chapter.
Hope Mr.Paddle is not alone in this world. He has a sister Ms Cane and a demonic mother Ms Whip as well. Quote:
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no prediction for the next chapter?
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mixed wrestling please
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Yes mixed wrestling please.
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hope to hear from you soon
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Please don’t let this thread die.
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Hope this story continues.
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has anyone sent the author a pm?
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It was a mystery to me that right after my Dad became the legal property of Cheryl (please see posting on page 6 dated March 21st, 2021) we were told that we’d be leaving our 5200 square foot mini-mansion and be moving into Jesse and Cheryl’s 1700 square foot townhouse. It seemed to make sense that my owner, Miss Jesse, and her Mom would be moving into the bigger space and subjugating us to whatever our new lives and roles would be.
I knew that my Dad had immediately gotten Cheryl’s name attached to the deed on the house, as well as making her co-owner of ALL of my Dad’s assets. Overnight, Cheryl became a multi-millionaire. She now co-owned… well to call it that was just a legal technocality as my Dad had absolutely no say in anything in his life…but she was a co-owner of my Dad’s business interests, his vacation property in Costa Rica, his 401K, stock investment accounts, all the gold bullion that he had stored in a safety deposit box as well as cash and jewelry that had been bought over the years. The total value was conservatively estimated at 67 million dollars. But why have us move out of the mansion and live in the townhouse? Well, the answer became clear within a week of us moving in. As I told you guys before, Jesse and Cheryl weren’t inconvenienced at all as me and my Dad lived in the basement laundry room. There was a small bathroom with a stall shower that we were given permission to use in the morning. We both were up at 4:30 am… we would quickly piss, shit and shower and begin our morning service to our owners. Cheryl had turned off the hot water downstairs so it was cold showers everyday. She saw no need to waste energy on sub-humans, as she put it. We were given one roll of toilet paper for the month so we were very frugal with it’s use. Toward the end of the month we were wiping our butts and placing the soiled toilet paper on the floor to dry so we could possibly get use from it the next morning. Early on, my Dad had made the mistake of telling Cheryl that we needed another roll of TP. It’s a story for another day but suffice it to say that the beating that he got, first from Cheryl and then from Jesse, and the humiliating things he was forced to endure, insured that he would NEVER presume that he was human enough to deserve the luxury of More Toilet Paper! Finally, our towels to dry off were bought at a Good Will store and were extremely old and thin. But we knew it was all we could get and were so appreciative that our owners had it in their heart to give us anything to dry ourselves off with. Just one week after the move, we started to see men and woman coming in and out of the townhouse. First there came the architect. A absolutely stunning young woman named Heather. I didn’t know what they were discussing but Cheryl and Jesse were often looking over blue prints and drawings, making comments and laughing about how great the “New” house was going to be. Then the contractors started to arrive and we knew that Cheryl was discussing building materials, schedules, landscaping and pricing. My Dad was brought in to sign his name wherever and whenever Cheryl told him to. I imagine the various Men and Woman working on these plans were mesmerized by this “owner - slave” relationship but no one ever said a word. When needed, Cheryl…or sometime Jesse.. would beckon my Dad either by text or verbally, and he would quickly appear…. crawl into the room and place his lips on Cheryl or Jesse’s foot, awaiting her command. “Up. Position 2”, was all Cheryl had to say. This position was kneeling, head lowered and hands in front in silent prayer. “Get your worthless ass over to the table. That beautiful and talented young woman standing there will show you where to sign. When you’re done signing, you will ask her if there’s any other service you can provide. Now go.” It was instantly clear that Cheryl and Heather had discussed the rampant sexism that was prevalent in the architect community. Woman were often looked down upon. That was clear because when my Dad finished signing, as instructed, he asked if there was any other service he could provide. “Yes”, said Heather. “You can tell me why the men I work with think they’re superior to me”. My Dad hesitated… not prepared for this type of inquiry. A few seconds passed while he looked around and stumbled out some stuttering words. “I thought you said he was well trained” she said to Cheryl. “What the fuck is wrong with you shit head? Were you not asked a direct question by a real person?” My Dad nearly pissed himself as he dropped to the floor and groveled at Heathers feet. “Oh miss…because men are stupid…men are idiots…you are superior to all men…please don’t hurt me…men are inferior… please…please…I’ll do anything…. Please show me mercy for delaying my answer.” Heather chuckled. Looked at Cheryl and said, “What do you know about Men? Are you a Man?” “ Oh no miss…I’m not a man… I’m just a THING…a nothing… a just barely human that exists for the use of by my owner.” “Shut the fuck up you piece of dirt”, Heather shouted. “Now take that shrimp dick out and make it hard..IMMEDIATELY!” It was out instantly and hard within 20 seconds. “Now… you will ejaculate on the floor…make it quick, I don’t want to wait for a piece of dust like you. When you’ve cum on the floor, you will lower your face into it and make sure you rub both sides so there’s a nice cum glaze on your worthless cheeks”. My Dad worked frantically and shot a huge load (he’s been prohibited from any sexual relief for over a month) all over the floor. Before he could even catch his breath, he was rubbing the goo all over his face… “Enough…show me your fucking face”. My Dad looked up…fully cum glazed. Heather grabbed him by the hair and walked him over to the washing machine. She quickly pulled out the lint screen and proceeded to take the entire lint mess and, breaking it up into little pieces, sprinkled it all over my Dad’s sticky face. He was quite a sight. The lint absorbed the cum and stuck to him like a second coat of skin. There was just a little left when his face was completely covered so Heather said, “Open wide Lint Face”. She placed the last little bit in his mouth and ordered him not to swallow. His last indignity was when she told him to bend over and … “This pen that you used to sign your worthless name is now not fit for real humans…” She put the cap on and proceeded to slowly insert it in my Dad’s ass. “Stand up…. You will keep that up your ass tonight and until your owner allows you to remove it. Am I understood?” My Dad… his mouth filled with lint..his face covered with lint.. nodded repeatedly. Cheryl and Heather laughed uncontrollably. “Oh my God Cheryl…this is going to be my favorite project for sure… See you soon lint face.” With that they left him to suffer. |
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Can't wait to see how this story will progress.
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