The first time Karissa let Ric fuck her, she knew he’d be easily trained. She knew he needed her help.
He melted at her every word. He wasn’t the best fuck she’d ever had, but far from the worst. Ric was an average twenty-five-year-old man—average height and weight, cute enough, with black hair and brown eyes. He was slightly balding, but honestly in a cute way.
Karissa was way out of his league. At twenty-nine, she stood five-foot-eight with flirty blue eyes and a bright smile. Her C-cup breasts tapered to a trim waist and tight stomach. Her hips flared just enough, and from behind, it was obvious she never missed leg day. She exuded chaos, lust, and instability. By day, she was a psychologist.
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The First Time
“Let me taste your pussy, baby,” Ric had asked that night as they ground against one another, half-dressed.
“Not yet,” Karissa cooed. She slid down and moved her head to his hard cock, licking just the front like it was a delicious popsicle.
Ric was losing his mind, writhing and humping. He moaned, “Oh baby, I can’t believe what you do to me. I need to taste you, to feel you. Please, baby, I’m begging.”
“Good boy, Ricky. Good boy,” Karissa hummed as she tapped his cock firmly with two fingers. “Now repeat after me: I’m a good boy.”
“I’m a good boy,” Ric said.
“Louder.”
“I’m a good boy.” His voice rose.
“I’m a little bitch for you, Karissa,” Karissa encouraged him to say.
Ric stayed silent.
Karissa released his dick. “Ricky…”
“Uhhh…” Ric hesitated as the words caught in his throat.
She pulled his underwear up over his cock and got off the bed.
“Ah, come on, baby,” Ric pleaded.
“You’re not a good boy yet. You give me what I need, and I take care of you. If you can’t do that, this might not work, Ricky.”
Ric’s head was spinning. Karissa was calmly putting her bra back on. She didn’t even look mad.
“I’m a bitch for you,” Ric mumbled.
“Oh, hell no.” Karissa stood with her hands on her hips. “Good effort, but I know you can do better.”
“I’m a little bitch for you, Karissa.” He sounded desperate but more convincing this time.
Karissa stepped forward, grabbed his balls and softening cock, and squeezed. She leaned into his ear and whispered sternly, “What I need is compliance. I want to help you. The words you say are important. They define things. I need this, Ric. And I know you can give it to me, baby. When you give me what I need, you’ll get what you want. Now let’s not make this mistake again.” Her voice started low and lusty, then ended crisp and commanding.
The terms were set that night. Ric didn’t refuse her again. They fucked, and he shot a huge load deep into Karissa’s tight pussy.
“Now,” Karissa giggled, “now you may taste my pussy. Repeat after me: I’m a good little bitch.”
“I’m a good little bitch,” Ric said firmly, smiling.
“Then lick my pussy, bitch.”
Ric dove in with a hunger that surprised him. He felt more submissive than he ever had. When he finished, Karissa was glowing with pleasure—and so was he. His cock was already hard again from eating her cum-filled, freshly fucked pussy. Karissa told him she liked him better horny, so they went to sleep.
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Three Months Later
Ric was thrilled that Karissa had agreed to try anal. He’d never fucked a woman in the ass before. It felt so taboo. He felt vindicated for going along with Karissa’s unique need to hear him say those things.
It was a Saturday morning. Karissa came over to his place. They did yard work, then showered together—something that was always incredibly sexy.
“So baby, I’d like to give you that sexy treat you’ve been wanting.” Karissa winked, then turned and let her swaying ass lead the way to the bedroom.
Ric practically ran after her.
They made out for twenty minutes, clothes slowly disappearing. Ric worshipped her curvy body, kissing and licking her tits, stomach, and legs. She rolled over, and he buried his face between her cheeks, teasing and licking her from behind.
“Oh, that’s my good boy. Eat up your girl, honey. Say it. Now.”
“I’m a good boy, a good boy for you, a hungry little bitch ready to take care of you.”
The words came easily to him now, and he loved how Karissa’s body responded.
“I’m ready for that cock in my ass,” Karissa said sweetly as she scooted to the edge of the bed. “Take me on my back.” She pulled her legs way back, exposing her pussy and asshole.
Ric lubed his cock and applied some to her tight entrance. He knelt and kissed her pussy and clit; she wriggled in pleasure.
“I’m ready, I think. Line it up, but don’t push in yet.”
Ric stood and pressed his throbbing dick against her puckered hole.
“Repeat after me,” she said. “I’m your little bitch.”
“I’m your little bitch,” Ric moaned.
“I’m your pathetic toy cock bitch,” Karissa commanded.
“I’m your pathetic toy cock bitch,” Ric whimpered back.
“I want to be inside of you, Karissa,” Karissa barked.
“I want to be inside of you, Karissa,” Ric said firmly.
“I’m ready to give it to you, Daddy.”
Ric paused.
“Say it, please say it, mmmm,” Karissa moaned. “Call me Daddy. Now. Now.” She clenched and unclenched, giving his cockhead a teasing squeeze. She continued, “You need it. You need to say it.”
“I’m ready to give it to you, Daddy.”
“Good. Then do it, baby. Give Daddy that hard dick. Put it in Daddy’s ass. Keep going.”
Ric slid in slowly, then picked up the pace, calling out to Daddy again and again as Karissa’s ass smacked against his groin. Their pace quickened.
“Oh baby, work up that cum while you fuck my ass. Then be a good boy and shoot it all over my back.”
“Yes, Daddy! Yes, I’m gonna shoot it all over your fucking back!” Ric pulled out at the last second and rested his cock between her ample ass cheeks. One, two, three, four heavy spurts landed on her lower back, followed by three more pulses as he pressed the tip right above her crack.
“Mmm, what a good boy you are, Ric,” Karissa cooed as she stood up. “Now show me how grateful you are. Get on your knees behind me and clean up Daddy’s back.”
Ric knelt obediently and began licking his cum off her skin. He cleaned up her back and then between her cheeks where his cum had run down. He earnestly called out, “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you.”
He was confused, but Karissa never left him wanting. They took care of each other. This Daddy thing was maybe just a phase.
—
Over the next couple of months, things continued like this. Outwardly, they were a fairly conventional couple. In the bedroom, Ric no longer needed prompting. The words flowed naturally.
“Ride me, Daddy! Ride my dick and make me cum like a little bitch!” He loved how it made Karissa get off, and honestly, he was starting to feel the part.
One night, Karissa came to bed to find Ric already kneeling beside it.
“Does my good boy want to kiss my feet and legs?”
“Yes, Daddy. I want it.”
That night she had him rim her ass and eat her pussy until she came twice. He even used a thick cock-shaped dildo on her. After her second orgasm, she said, “Well, good boy, I should take care of you now…”
“Um…” Rick started, embarrassed.
She was surprised—and pleased—to see he had already cum all over his own thighs.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Don’t be sorry, good boy.” Karissa scooped up his cum and smeared it onto the dildo. She held it in front of his lips. “Tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“I think you know,” she continued with pity as she brushed the sticky tip across his lips. They parted. She pulled it back. “Tell me now.”
“I want to suck it and clean off the cum, Daddy,” Ric said, his words coming out like a confession.
“Go on.”
“I’m a cum-hungry little bitch. I want to suck on your cum-covered dildo.” Ric was in a trance. He could feel his mouth watering. The words were transforming him.
Karissa slid the sticky dildo between his lips. Ric slobbered on it, moaning like he was starving. “Thank you, Daddy,” he mumbled over and over. She laughed when she saw his cock getting hard again.
Karissa gently pulled him to his feet. “That’s a good boy. Now get cleaned up—we’re going out tonight!”
—
That evening, Karissa took Ric to a busy gay bar. He was dressed normally—khaki shorts and a polo—and stood out among the crowd. She kept him excited by whispering their phrases in his ear. He repeated them back eagerly.
When they walked in, Ric looked like a kid in a candy store. They sat at the bar like any straight couple, but he was instantly hit on, which made him feel special.
A man about Ric’s age named Rubin approached. The conversation flowed easily. Rubin invited Ric to dance, and Karissa gave him a gentle push onto the floor.
She joined them later, dancing behind Ric and whispering commands: “Grab his ass… Kiss him now… Be a good boy.”
Ric complied. The hard-on in his pants was obvious to everyone. Karissa eventually pulled him aside. They were both sweaty and glowing.
She kissed him with the same passion as their first night, then took a deep breath. “Ric, baby, when we started dating I saw something in you that you couldn’t see in yourself. I offered it to you, and you embraced it. It’s been beautiful watching you come into yourself. I’ll always be here to talk, but tonight I’m setting you free, honey.”
Ric looked confused, a pang in his chest. “But Karissa…”
“Don’t be sad. If you want, you can always come home to Daddy and tell me all about it.” She leaned in and whispered, “You’re a cum-hungry bitch, and I’m setting you free to have your fill. Suck it, drink it, take it in the ass like you gave it to me. Do it. You need it. Daddy loves you. Go find other Daddies who need you, baby.” Then she walked away.
Ric turned back to the dance floor. He unbuttoned his shirt as he approached a shirtless man with a shaved head and a matte of gray chest hair. They danced, grinding together. Rubin joined them. Ric couldn’t stop smiling as the older man took his hand and led him into a dimly lit room that smelled of cum and bleach.
“Get on your knees.”
“Yesss, Daddy.”
“What do you want?”
“I want cocks in my mouth, cocks in my ass, cocks in my throat and in my hands. I want to drink your sweet, sticky cum. I’m a filthy cum-hungry bitch. I need it, Daddy. I need it.” Ric whimpered.
The man pulled out his thick seven-inch cock and slapped Ric’s face with it. Ric stuck out his tongue hungrily. Rubin joined, revealing a slightly thinner but longer eight-inch cock. They took turns using his mouth. Ric relaxed into it, moaning and calling out for Daddy as they fucked his face.
He pulled off their cocks for a moment and shouted, “I’m a cum-hungry bitch, a stupid fucking cock-drunk whore! I need Daddy to fill me up and use me!” It was a cry of liberation.
Other men joined. Ric stayed out all night and went home sore, bruised, smelling like a cum rag—and deeply satisfied.
He discovered he loved finding new Daddies to play with. Karissa helped him set up profiles on some apps, and he dove into his new life.
Karissa felt satisfied, though she had a lonely ache in her pussy. She sat at a bar alone until a man caught her eye. Silver hair styled like Anderson Cooper, broad chest, wearing a suit with a bow tie. She knew she had to meet him.
Maybe he needed her help too.