8 #2
Brent wasted no time establishing the new normal.
The morning after the parking lot incident, he fastened a sleek black leather collar around Tanya’s neck—discreet enough to wear under clothes if they went out, but a constant reminder at home.
A small silver tag engraved with “Daddy’s” dangled between her full tits.
He also inserted a medium jeweled plug into her ass and a remote vibrator in her pussy before she even made coffee.
“From now on, you wear these around the house,” he told her, voice low and possessive as he adjusted the collar. “Collar, plug, and ready for me to use whenever I want. Understand, baby girl?”
Tanya nodded, cheeks flushed, already wet. “Yes, Daddy.”
The day became a marathon of domestic use.
In the kitchen, Brent bent her over the counter while she tried to load the dishwasher.
He turned the vibrator on high and fucked her hard from behind, one hand wrapped around the collar like a leash, pulling her back onto his thick cock.
“Gonna keep this womb full until it swells with my baby,” he growled, filling her with another load before making her continue chores with his cum leaking around the plug.
In the living room, he made her ride him on the couch during a movie, facing away so he could watch her ass bounce, the jeweled plug sparkling with every movement.
He spanked her red and praised her endlessly—“Such a perfect little housewife slut. Taking Daddy’s cock while you keep the house nice for me.”
Upstairs in the office, while Brent “worked,” he had her kneel under the desk and suck his cock slowly for nearly an hour, edging him with her mouth and tongue until he finally stood up, bent her over the desk, and bred her again—deep,
grinding strokes while telling her exactly how he was going to knock her up and keep her barefoot and pregnant.
The bathroom became another favorite. During her shower, he joined her, fucking her against the tiles again while soaping her body, focusing on her belly. “Imagine it round with my child. Tits full of milk. You’ll be so fucking beautiful carrying what I put in you.”
By evening, Tanya was sore, glowing, and completely addicted to the submission. Brent removed the toys only to replace them after bathing her gently, then took her to bed for a long, slow session. He fucked her missionary, holding eye contact, one hand on her lower belly.
“This is your life now, baby,” he murmured between deep thrusts. “Collared, plugged, bred daily. My perfect, obedient girl. I’ve wanted this for years—watching you, planning for the day I’d own every inch of you. Now you’re here, dripping with my cum, and you’re never going back.”
Tanya came hard around him, whispering, “I don’t want to go back… I’m yours.”
Brent rewarded her with yet another creampie, holding himself deep as he filled her, rubbing her belly possessively afterward.
Over the next few days, the pattern continued and deepened.
Mornings started with her waking him with her mouth or riding him slowly.
Afternoons involved chores interrupted by rough use in whatever room they were in.
Evenings were for extended breeding sessions where he’d edge her for hours, making her beg to be impregnated, talking in detail about how he’d raise their family while keeping her as his collared slut.
The obsession and submission only grew stronger, binding them tighter with every load, every command, every filthy promise.
That night, after another full day of collared submission and casual use around the house, Brent led Tanya to the bedroom with a new intensity in his eyes.
He secured her spread-eagle to the bed again—wrists and ankles cuffed tightly, her curvy body completely exposed and vulnerable.
The collar sat snug around her throat, and both her pussy and ass were freshly plugged.
“You’ve been such a good girl,” he murmured, stroking her long red hair before reaching into the nightstand. This time he pulled out a sleek, sharp hunting knife. The blade gleamed in the low light. Tanya’s eyes widened, a shiver of real fear mixing with arousal running through her.
Brent climbed onto the bed, straddling her waist, his thick cock resting heavy on her belly. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, reassuringly. “Trust me, baby. I’d never really hurt you. But I’m going to mark what’s mine. You’re going to feel the edge and know exactly who owns this body.”
He started slow. The flat of the cool blade traced down her neck, over her collar, and between her full tits.
Tanya’s breathing quickened, nipples hardening into tight peaks.
Brent dragged the tip lightly around one nipple, then the other, never breaking skin but letting her feel the danger.
She whimpered, pussy clenching around the plug.
“Such pretty tits,” he praised, moving the blade lower. He traced slow circles on her soft belly, pressing just enough for the edge to indent the skin. “Right here is where our baby is going to grow. I’m going to keep this womb full until it swells for me.”
Lower still, the knife traced the insides of her spread thighs, so close to her dripping pussy.
Tanya was trembling, the fear heightening every sensation.
Brent set the knife aside briefly to remove the plugs, then pushed his thick cock into her soaked cunt in one smooth thrust.
He fucked her slowly while picking the blade back up.
With every deep stroke, he dragged the flat or tip of the knife across her skin—light scratches on her hips, a faint red line across her lower belly just above where his cock was hitting deep inside her. The contrast of cold steel and hot cock pushed her into a powerful orgasm almost immediately.
“That’s my brave girl,” he groaned, fucking her harder as she came. “Taking my cock and my blade like a perfect little breeding slut. Look how wet you get for the danger.”
He pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach (re-securing the cuffs), and mounted her from behind.
His cock slammed back into her pussy while the knife traced down her spine and over the curves of her ass.
Light, controlled scratches bloomed on her skin—marks that would fade but served as temporary claims.
He spanked her hard between strokes, the mixture of pain, pleasure, and fear making her sob with ecstasy.
“Gonna cum in you while I mark you,” he growled, pressing the blade flat against her ass cheek as he pounded her. “Fill this womb again. Breed my collared whore until everyone knows who you belong to.”
Tanya came again, screaming into the pillow as her pussy milked him. Brent buried himself deep and unloaded, flooding her with rope after thick rope of cum while dragging the knife one final time across her shoulder blade—light enough to sting, possessive enough to thrill.
Afterward, he set the knife aside, uncuffed her, and pulled her into his arms. He kissed every mark he’d left, gently rubbing salve into the faint red lines while whispering obsessive praise.
“You did so good, baby. Trusted Daddy completely. These marks mean you’re mine—body, soul, and soon that belly. I love you like this. Broken in, collared, and full of my seed.”
Tanya curled into him, sore, marked, and utterly owned, the fear play only deepening her submission.
A few days later, Brent decided it was time for another “outing” to test her submission in public.
He dressed Tanya in a modest sundress that hid the fresh faint marks from the knife, but underneath she wore the collar (tucked under a light scarf), the remote vibrator deep in her pussy, and a small anal plug.
Before they left, he pressed the flat of the knife blade against her inner thigh one more time in the bedroom, tracing a light, possessive line just high enough to be hidden by the dress.
“Every time you feel that sting today, remember who owns you,” he whispered, then turned the vibrator on low.