Patrick continued this torture for a week.
Violet hadn’t spoken at all on the second day – perhaps she thought that would be the key to her release. So Patrick was surprised to hear her address him quite calmly on the third day. He had been leaning against the kitchen counter, smoking a cigarette.
“Daddy?” Violet said quietly, the word catching in her throat. She hadn’t had a drink in days.
Patrick ignored her, taking another drag of his cigarette and watching the smoke swirl through the air as he blew it out.
“Daddy, I need the toilet,” she whimpered.
Patrick continued to ignore her and Violet continued to repeat the request.
“I need the toilet. Please, I really need to go!” She sat with one bare leg crossed over the other, squirming on the floor so her chain rattled against the metal of the radiator.
She began to cry softly as she realised she could hold it in no longer. Shaking with effort and emotion, Violet felt the warm stream of piss begin to pool on the floor around her and she couldn’t help but sigh at the relief of it.
She felt her face burn bright red as she glanced up and saw her father looking at her for the first time in days. A day ago, she would have given anything for his attention, but now it made her want to die.
Her cries turned into shoulder-shaking sobs and she hid her face in her hands as the pissing continued and covered her legs.
Patrick made sure to look directly at her as the yellow liquid spread out on the floor, watching her humiliation as intently as he could. As soon as she stopped, he docked out his cigarette and left the room.
On the fourth day, Violet woke early in the morning, still covered in her own urine from the night before. Some of it had dried, but she could feel it and smell it on her skin and the small pool on the floor had left her shivering in the night. Her chain was too short to allow her to move away from it and sit somewhere dry.
Patrick walked into the kitchen on that morning, dressed for work.
He held a bottle of water in his hand, the kind with the cap that pulls up and needs to be sucked.
“Would you like some?” he asked her calmly but without much emotion. You couldn’t forgive them too soon, or they’d bounce right back.
Violet got to her knees and pulled at his clothes, pouring her desperation out as she sat in a pool of her cold piss.
“Please!” She begged, “Please, I need it!” She began crying again.
Patrick slapped her hard around the face. “If you touch me with your dirty, grubby hands again I’m going to beat you.”
He held the bottle out to her but kept a firm grip on it. She wrapped her lips around it and drank it greedily, moaning with each mouthful that went down her throat. Patrick pulled it away from her when he decided she had had enough.
She wanted to grab at his clothes again but resisted, cowering on the floor instead and murmuring “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” over and over until Patrick pulled her up to a kneeling position.
“Do you want feeding?” He asked her, his voice still cold and flat.
She nodded vigorously; her stomach had been aching for two days.
Her father grabbed her cheeks with one rough hand and squeezed them to try and push her mouth open.
“Open wide for daddy, then,” he insisted, unfastening his trousers with his other hand.
She opened her mouth, seeing his cock properly for the first time. Despite her intense discomfort, she was in awe of the girth of it and couldn’t imagine how she had managed to fit all of it in her ass just a few nights before.
He hardened fully in her mouth, filling it up even more with his length. She sucked hungrily back and forth, moving her head in a quickening rhythm while he thrust ever so slightly. She enjoyed the taste and the texture of his shaft against her tongue, closing her eyes as she allowed her mind to wander to how filthy and depraved he had made her become – greedily sucking her father’s cock, chained to a radiator and covered in her own piss.
She looked up at him for a second and saw the same uninterested expression he had had for the past four days, while he scrolled through something on his phone; possibly something as mundane as emails. It continued to frustrate her, but at least now she could find some arousal in it.
Patrick checked the watch on his wrist, a small frown furrowing his brow as Violet continued her enthusiastic sucking. It was the most animated he had seen her in days. He grabbed two handfuls of her hair and held her head firmly in place while he began to thrust in and out of her mouth, pushing himself deeper that she had been allowing him to go.
“Come on, girl – I haven’t got all day.”
Her daddy’s thrusts took her by surprise, but she knew struggling against it would only make it worse. Instead, she relaxed her throat as the head of his cock began hitting the back of it. Even so, she couldn’t help but gag around his enormous size. Her eyes watered and spit began drooling out of her mouth and down her chin as she opened her mouth as wide as she could for him to fuck.
She could hear him panting slightly as he came closer and closer to his orgasm. He gripped her hair even tighter and swore under his breath as she began to feel his member throbbing and pulsating inside her mouth – her favourite part about performing oral sex on a man. She felt the warm, salty release of his cum at the back of her throat and swallowed it as soon as he removed himself from her mouth.
Patrick had readjusted his clothes and turned to leave the house before Violet had even had time to wipe the tears from her eyes. As abruptly as that, he had left her again.
Patrick made the point of not entering the kitchen again until the fifth evening. He preferred to make no further interaction with the submissives he had broken in after this point onwards. That way he could maintain the right balance of the humiliating worthlessness they felt and their desire to be given attention. It almost always resulted in their obedience, and he could mould them into whoever he wanted once he had broken them down so much.
Violet appeared to be asleep when he entered the kitchen to prepare a sandwich. He had given her more water of course, the intention of this exercise was not to kill her, but the human body could last weeks without food so he decided that it wasn’t necessary. Starved of energy, she had been sleeping for most of the time. He had given her a bucket and some toilet roll after she had pissed herself – cleaning up a grown woman’s shit off his kitchen floor wasn’t on the many list of things that got him off, but reducing her to going in a bucket piqued his interest a little.
Patrick heard the clinking of her chain as she moved around; he stood with his back to her while he sliced the bread but he could tell she had woken up. It was becoming hard for him to ignore her for so long, but he was enjoying the effect it was having on her behaviour.
He heard a moan that made him instinctively look over his shoulder to check that she was okay. He couldn’t tell what kind of noise it was until he saw what she had begun doing to herself.