“All my good girls,” Daddy groaned, smiling at us.
Mommy and I broke our kiss, staring up at him. She moaned, “Yes, Sir,” while Alice and I breathed, “Yes, Daddy.” Then together, we said, “Always.”
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Five years later…
But it wasn’t always for Alice. Today, she was getting married, twenty-three and beautiful. She appeared as the pianist struck up the traditional wedding march. She looked radiant in her white dress, her arm entwined with Daddy’s. Around her neck was the gold choker Daddy gave her a two weeks after she lost her cherry and proved herself at the private dungeon before all the other Masters.
Most of them were here in attendance along with their slaves.
It was at the dungeon Alice met Brian a year ago, a handsome man despite his glasses. He stood back straight, with all the poise of an army soldier. He was back from Ranger training, his hair buzzed short, looking even hunkier than normal in his dress uniform as he stood at the altar.
I stood at the altar, too, since I was my sister’s maid-of-honor—though we all joked I was her sister-slut-of-honor. Sun was beside me, my sister’s bridesmaid as well as my girlfriend—her parents were not happy when they found out we were dating. Sun didn’t care about her parents closed-minded attitude.
But just because we were dating didn’t mean I wasn’t first and foremost Daddy’s good girl.
I had my choker tight about my neck, the dolphin engraved with: “Melody, Daddy’s Good Girl.”
Sun understood. She liked to play with us, and she didn’t mind when I left our bed early in the morning to give Daddy his wake-up blowjob when it was my turn or when Daddy would interrupt our date to fuck me in the restaurant’s or movie theater’s restroom before sending me back to Sun with a pussy full of his cum.
And she had her fun, too. I loved watching her fuck random guys in public, my pussy getting all juicy while I was denied my orgasm. If Daddy didn’t give me permission, I couldn’t cum no matter how much my girlfriend teased me.
Daddy reached the altar with Alice. I took her bouquet, tears burning in my eyes. Daddy reached beneath her veil and pulled off the choker about her neck. He slipped it into his jacket pocket and produced a collar, chosen by Brian, and handed it to him. They shook hands, sealing their agreement.
Alice was no longer Daddy’s good girl, but Brian’s slave. He put the choker about her neck before the ceremony continued in a more traditional fashion. Tears fell down her eyes. I hear Mommy let out a sob as she sat in the front row, looking prim and proper in her conservative dress. I knew the truth. She had a remote-control vibrator buried in her cunt.
Sun and I had matching ones.
Daddy sat down beside Mommy, his hand slipping into his jacket pocket. The vibrator hummed to life inside me at its lowest setting, and I smiled as I shivered. Sun made a murmur beside me, hips shifting while Mommy squirmed beside Dad.
Brian took Alice’s hands, staring at her with such love. He was a good Master. She would be so happy with him. But I knew I never would find a man I loved more than my Daddy. I was so glad Sun understood. If she made me choose, well, it would be a simple choice.
I was Daddy’s good girl for life.
And she was also one-hundred percent supportive of another thing I did for Daddy.
I rubbed my stomach with my free hand, the other clutching the bouquet. I wasn’t showing, yet. But it wouldn’t be too much longer. After five years of wheedling, Daddy had finally accepted that I would always be his good girl. That like Mommy, I was his permanent sex slave. Unlike Alice, I wouldn’t choose a new Master. So he had his vasectomy reversed.
His daughter grew in my belly. As my sister and her new Master kissed, sealing their new life together, I knew my daughter would be Daddy’s good girl, too.
The END