Life & Times of Perville:

A trip to town

Another glorious morning waking up in Perville, and I finish my breakfast as the household sluts crowd around Daddy's side of the bed as usual for their morning blessing of daddy's first water of the day. He allows each of the house sluts a few languid moments to suck and worship his cock afterward, since we're going to be gone most of the day today and they need to have that contact and know that they are loved. When daddy says, "Enough now, sluts", they try to wheedle just a few more moments with him. Daddy is kind but firm, telling them to get moving, as they too have duties today and things to get done for him in our absence. The house sluts can't help but be disappointed that they don't get to spend more time in our presence. I watch a moment as they reluctantly disperse on all fours, heads down and shoulders slumped, showing with their body language that they don't like having to leave one bit. Daddy sighs and shakes his head - he loves all the sluts, and even though he knows they accept what he says, he doesn't like to see them unhappy.

This kind of selfish pouting from the sluts really gets under my skin sometimes. They don't do it often but sometimes they are like children having little temper tantrums when events don't unfold in a way that gratifies their needs for Daddy. "Hold on there, just a moment," I say in a low voice. All of the pouting, dejected sluts freeze in place, realizing they've been caught. I get up and walk over to the open part of the room where they are scattered, taking my flexible crop from its sheath on my thigh and slapping it against my left palm. "Is this really how you are going to behave for your Master?" I say with irritation. "He gives you the gift of his time and attention, and you repay him with this selfishness? For shame, we expect so much better from you." I whip the crop through the air making it whistle so they can hear, and say, slightly menacingly, "Line up, sluts".

I glance over at Daddy, nodding his approval at the correction. Each of the five naked sluts jumps to her feet - all reluctance gone now, but for me it is too little, too late. It is now a "teachable moment" as they say. My irritation with them is gone, seeing how quickly they have snapped out of their self-pity, but there is still correction and discipline to be done. "Bend over, sluts, bottoms to your Master hold your ankles. Don't make me have to explain further, you should all know this by now." Each one quickly turns around, displaying her round bottom to Daddy, feet apart, holding her ankles. It's a lovely sight, their cunts still swollen with excitement from their few moments with daddy, bare and moist, lips plump and swollen. The position alone is almost enough to remind them of their place, and I see shivers and the slight movement of desire in their hips. This offense was not nearly enough to banish any of them to the corner or withhold attention, but a good whipping with the crop will reinforce their slutty submission as well as give them something to linger over all day keeping their attention where it should be - on their Master. Every time one notices her sore bottom, she will get a little shiver of excitement that her Master and her Master's devoted first slut cared enough to give her the discipline she needed.

I walk down the line lecturing the sluts as I trail the end of the crop up the backs of smooth thighs, over the silky skin of their asses, creating shivers and excitement. "You are house sluts!" I remind them, "You get more time with your Master than any slut in Perville. Time and attention that any slut would happily take in your place. And yet you choose to pout and whine when you have to be inconvenienced." I slash the air with the crop, landing a stinging blow to the offered ass of the slut furthest to the right. It leaves a nice reddening spot on her otherwise perfect bottom, and all the sluts flinch instinctively when they hear the whistle and SMACK. "MASTER (SWAT) gives you so many more OPPORTUNITIES (SWAT) to please him, and then you THANK HIM (SWAT)  with SELFISHNESS (SWAT) and JEALOUSY (SWAT)," I continue, popping each ass a good hard crack for emphasis. Reddened splotches appear on each bottom, and I continue with a flurry of blows keeping the sluts dazed not knowing where the sharp stings will land. "Just look how you've disappointed Master! How is that behavior pleasing him?" I ask rhetorically, now catching vulnerable cunt lips with the sharp slaps of the crop. I can see the sluts each beginning to shake as she tries to cry silently, more over the painful realization that they've failed us than the pain of the cropping. I stroke their thighs gently with the crop, letting their guilt take over and hearing choked sobs in response. I deliver several more slashes to very pink and red bottoms and pussies - which are watering nicely, a natural response to a cropping - then, as the sobs of the sluts get louder, I sheathe the crop again. I walk down the line of upturned asses, caressing and soothing, cupping each slippery pussy in turn feeling how hot and swollen it is after being punished. "There now," I say gently and firmly, "All is forgiven, isn't it Master?" Daddy says yes, instructs the sluts to think carefully about their punishment today, and to show him how good they are when he returns. I give each sore bottom a pat and release them from their position. With tear-streaked, contrite faces they each kneel down to kiss my feet and thank me, then crawl to daddy to thank him and tell him how sorry they are. The manor will have several very thoughtful and sorry sluts today, who will be very eager to show their gratitude when we return.

After correcting the sluts, and watching them crawl from the room with their cute little bottoms all red and pink (and a new attitude blooming in their hearts), I call down my assistant to remind her to have the ponies and puppy bitches ready in an hour, and to send the chauffeur slut around with the pickup. She assures me that it is already being seen to, and I go to join daddy in the double shower just off the bedroom.

I love living in the manor with Daddy, and seeing him use the sluts (as well as using them myself!) but I always cherish the special moments when he and I are alone, too. I'm daddy's slut, but I am also first in his heart. He holds me higher than all the many sluts who serve him, and I revel every day in my role as not only daddy's first and best slut, but also his enforcer, his protector, and his most trusted and loyal lover. Daddy saw my natural inclination to always look out for his interests, fiercely if necessary, and worked to hone that quality in me until one day I just stepped up and took my place by his side. My desire to please him is so great that I can only satisfy it by making sure that my darling Daddy is getting exactly what he wants, in the manner he wants it. I've been with him so long I know these things without even thinking them, and he has come to rely on me to make sure the sluts are kept focused on him and that his town runs smoothly in the way that pleases him most. I can be ferocious when it comes to fulfilling daddy's needs and desires, and any slut that doesn't have the same enthusiasm for making daddy happy finds herself unceremoniously banished and out on her ass if I discover her.

As daddy's first slut, I'm allowed a lot of privileges and treats that the other sluts don't get. I am allowed to spend the majority of my time with him, and, like this morning, that includes showering with daddy. He cares for me far more lovingly than he does the rest of the sluts, and in the shower he smiles and bathes me like his precious baby, washing my hair, soaping and scrubbing my body. I lift my arms over my head when he tells me to, and he washes under my arms, taking extra care to scrub my breasts the way he knows I like; he tells me to spread my legs like his good girl, and when I quickly do so he lovingly washes my ass, pussy, and down my legs, having me lift each foot for him to finish. After rinsing off I do the same for daddy, enjoying the feel of his body warm and wet in the spray, thinking of how good this makes him feel to be clean and fresh for the day. I squat down to wash his feet as he washed mine, when I hear him say, "Stay right there, sugarcunt, daddy saved something for you". I look up expectantly, smiling and opening my mouth when daddy lets a small stream of urine arc into my mouth. I close my eyes happily, thinking of how thoughtful daddy is to save back some of his potent piss just for me, knowing it is difficult for him to stop the flow when he waters the sluts in the morning. The taste is hot, bitter, and salty, and fills my head with the scent of daddy. I let out a happy moan as I swallow this feral liquid gift from daddy, happy to my toes he that cared so much to save a little treat just for me.

But there isn't much time to play, as daddy has arranged for us to travel to the next town over for the day, so we finish up our shower and I dry daddy off quickly. He looks me over and decides what he wants me to wear that day, telling me to go get ready and he will meet me out on the front steps with the pickup. Most of the "clothing" worn by me and the sluts is designed by me and specially tailored by sluts who are handy with a sewing machine. I quickly find the items daddy wants me in - really nothing more than a skimpy frame to accentuate my female form. Its going to be a warm sunny day, so daddy has chosen a string bikini halter-style top for me in white, which has been modified to have only narrow crescents for the bra. The crescent-shaped fabric cups my large tits, lifting them and leaving most of the breast uncovered, calling attention to my bared, erect nipples even more than going topless would. I giggle to myself as the skimpy top is so flimsy it does nothing to control the jiggle of my tits at even the slightest movement.

Daddy and I both usually prefer the sluts to wear nothing at all on the bottom, but today daddy has told me to wear the matching bottom to the bikini top. It is nothing more than two elasticized lace strings, one around my hips, the other between my legs. It is so narrow it easily pulls up into the groove of my slit, splitting my cunt lips and doing nothing to hide my excitable clit. I pull it up tightly, then strap my ever-present crop holster to my left thigh, where I always carry it. The sluts are all well-acquainted with my crop, and I can have it in my hand in a split-second if the occasion arises. Daddy insists on high heels at all times on his sluts, and so I choose a sexy strappy pair and put them on. After combing my hair and applying a little light makeup, I'm ready and hurry to the large foyer where daddy is waiting by the door, wearing comfortable khaki slacks and a knit polo shirt. He is so handsome my heart skips a beat when he looks me up and down slowly, his eyes twinkling and a half-grin on his face. He has me turn around for him, stick out my ass and wiggle it, showing him how neatly my fat pussy lips are partly in the outfit he chose, then again facing front. I thrust my chest out for him, proud of my large, erect nipples, and he steps over to give each on a playful bite and shake. "Yummy as always, sugartits" he laughs, slapping my bare bottom, "now, let's get going, shall we?".

The household sluts are out naked on the porch to see us off, faces streaked with tears as daddy walks past them without acknowledgment. A slut has brought daddy's big pickup truck around and it sits in the large circular drive. Tumbling on the front lawn are 3 of the puppy bitches I've chosen to take along with us, naked with only their collars and butt-plug tails, chasing each other playfully, rolling in the grass and laughing. It is always a challenge to keep the exuberant puppy sluts in some semblance of order, as their playfulness and great joyful curiosity, along with their totally "in the present" thinking, can get them in all kinds of predicaments. Its very very tough to ever be upset with a puppy slut, though, and daddy and I usually find ourselves smiling and laughing right along with them when they are around.

Daddy climbs behind the wheel of the pickup while I walk out to gather up the puppy sluts. The rush over to me as soon as they see me - in all likelihood they have forgotten why they are waiting for me - and happily snuffle at my hand, my legs, my shoes, and my crop. I laugh as I always do with the puppy bitches, watching them roll over onto their backs and stretch for a belly rub. "Come on little bitches!" I say brightly, drawing my crop and tapping bouncy round asses, "who wants to go for a ride? Hm? Who wants to go for a ride?" This sends the puppy bitches into wild excitement, jumping up to try to lick my face, turning in circles on the grass and "woofing" happy agreement. They follow me on all fours to the pickup, where the tailgate is down, and clumsily clamber up into the bed. One puppy bitch, a cute short girl built like a gymnast, with a short cap of curly blonde hair and freckles sprinkled over her nose and cheeks, is so excited that her bottom never ceases wiggling, and she unmindfully piddles in the truck bed in her excitement. "No!" I say sternly, and she blushes from the roots of her hair all the way down her chest, lowing her head but still wiggling like crazy. I can't help but be charmed, after all, she's just a happy little puppy slut and it's to be expected that she will sometimes have accidents when she's overly excited. She nuzzles the crop in my hand to say she's sorry, and I quickly tousle her bright blonde head, telling her it's okay. I tell them all to be good little bitches and don't fall out of the truck, and keeping the tailgate open, I take my seat in the cab next to daddy.

Daddy drives slowly the hundred yards or so to the stables. The puppy bitches in the back are already leaning on their hands on the sides of the bed, trying to look around the cab to see where we're going, still wiggling lol, tongues lolling. When we stop at the stables, the mature slut who sees to the pony sluts leads two of them out by leashes snapped to a ring at the end of a chain that is threaded through their collar rings, branching into three chains each ending in a clamp. The clamps in turn are fastened at the base of each nipple, with the third chain dangling down to grip the slut's clit. A tug on the leash will pull all three chained clamps upward, yanking on the slut's nipples and clit in order to focus and arouse her. The pony sluts won't be pulling a cart today, so they are not in full tack, instead wearing the partial tack of thigh-high, high-heeled black leather boots, a matching leather harness of narrow leather and silver rings and buckles, high leather posture collars, and the black leather head harness with blinders, plume, and bit. Their arms are encased behind them in the single lace-up sleeve we use for when they don't have to pull, to keep their arms back and retain the thrusting posture of a proper pony slut. The two pony sluts snort and stamp, impatiently waiting, heads held high and tits proudly thrust forward, haughty and dignified with their pony-tail butt plugs firmly clenched by their tight anuses, the  long sweeping strands of the tails swishing against the backs of their boot-clad legs.

Daddy and I both get out of the cab to help load the ponies into the truck bed. With their arms pinned behind them it is difficult for them to climb, so the stable matron has a short sturdy wooden ramp that she wheels into position at the tailgate. Handing one leash to daddy, she keeps hold of the other as daddy leads the first skittish ponyslut up into the truck bed, soothing her with gentle whispers and a hand caressing her round bottom, nudging her tail to shift the butt-plug pleasantly in her tightly-clenched ass. She follows him easily and he helps her squat down with her back up against the cab, knees spread wide. Daddy slides a finger down to her crimped clit and strokes the bulging tip lightly, relaxing her, then slides that finger back a bit and between her vacuum-plumped cunt lips, wiggling his finger in a small circle as she humps it gently, nickering her pleasure. Daddy fastens the leash to a ring on the floor of the cab, knowing he'll have to drive the 3 miles to town very carefully to keep her tender nipples and clit safe. Slowly removing his finger from her grasping fuck hole, daddy stands and comes back to take the leash of the second pony slut and lead her to her position beside her sister slut. As gravely dignified as the pony sluts hold themselves, is in delightful contrast to the three klutzy, wiggling, happy little puppy sluts who soon crowd around the ponies sniffing and tentatively licking at the ponies' clamped nipples and cunts. The cute little freckly puppy whore leans down low in front of the one daddy fingered, lapping eagerly at the wetness seeping from the pony's puffed-up pussy lips, squirming her inquisitive tongue inside to see if she can still taste daddy's finger. Ass up high and jiggling, she backs away a bit and woofs at the pony happily, trying to engage the stoic, dignified pony slut. The pony, while plainly annoyed, does not deign to acknowledge the happy little curly-headed blonde, suffering through her playfulness with as much dignity as a pony slut fastened in a squat in the bed of a pickup truck can muster. Daddy laughs and calls the little blond pup over, "Now now, don't bother daddy's ponies, little slut" he chuckles. The little blonde goes in for one more suck of the pony's engorged clit before crawling over to daddy, who fondles her swaying tits as she licks his face happily. "Be a good little bitch, and ride nicely for daddy" he reminds her. The wiggly little puppy bitch rolls over on her back luxuriating in daddy's affectionate nipple-pinches, pulling her bent knees up and flopping them open for more. Daddy strokes her bare, soft cleft then gives it a good firm slap, laughing when she jerks happily and tries to lick whatever part of him is closest, eyes half-closed and smiling dreamily. "That's enough, little bitch-in-heat" daddy says, stepping back to close the tailgate. The blonde jumps up again to eagerly wait with her sister bitches for the truck to start and take us all to town.

Part 2 coming soon