Alle Kapitel von Taste me, Daddy: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

Maeve launched into another dozen questions about serving and being a slave. None of them knew why she was so excited about this. But Maeve was getting a chance to look at the mentality of the people who actually loved being submissive and that in reality wasn’t something researchers could find out.They had to write a research paper for her psychology class regarding something new. Something that hadn’t been done before and Brian didn’t realise that the only reason was allowing herself to be used and degraded like this was because she knew she had found her topic.Brian watched with a fond smile on his face as Maeve's hands moved while she talked.Tommy watched Brian for a few minutes then laughed softly. "You've got it bad, my friend."Brian turned his attention to Tommy and nodded. "I know. I've never felt like this about anyone. I feel a little guilty though. I married her mother and now that’s he is here I can’t keep my hands off of her. I am completely changing the dynamics of o

Maeve’s POVWe were both sitting in the car and I was still wearing the collar that Brian had given me. The We Vibe had been taken out and I had started thinking normally once again. My nipples were still being abused but I knew that once I was home I would completely take off everything no matter what he said. He was never going to be my Master, nor my Daddy. I was clear about the part where my limits were. I had seen and looked at Lea. She did not have a life of her own. She did not have a will of her own. She did not have what it took to fight all of it on her own and that itself was one of the main reasons why I was never going to be like her.“You like wearing the collar, baby girl?” asked Brian and I smiled at him.Under no circumstances was I going to let him know that this was not at all what I had in mind when I had agreed to this farce.“It is a bit snug. But it is pretty. I think I will keep it with you when I will go back to college. I can’t be wearing this when I am there

Maeve’s POVI peeled the T-shirt up and over my head, turned it back right-side out, folded it and let it fall down to the floor. I kicked my tennis shoes off and reached for my waist and unsnapped and unzipped my jeans and peeled them down and off, folded them up and put them on top of the shirt. I tugged the bra over my head and my tits flopped out and I dropped the bra down on the pile. Lastly, I stuck my thumbs in my panties and pushed them down my hips until they were loose enough to fall to my ankles. I kicked them over to the pile.All of that done, I looked back to my image in front of me. I couldn't help but hold my hands in front of my crotch."Don't hide yourself, Jill. Look at yourself. Look how beautiful you are. Put your hands at your sides and stand up straight. Shoulders back."I did as I was told. I could see the difference better posture made immediately. My crotch had a wispy dusting of brown hair that I kept trimmed into a triangle. With my shoulders back my breast

Maeve’s POVI sat at a table with five others of us, and they all introduced themselves to me and welcomed me. We all of us were, of course, dressed (or rather, undressed) the same way. What struck me immediately was how different it was to see everyone's naked breasts. The variety was novel for me. The aureolas and nipples ran the gamut - large, small, pink, brown... The breasts themselves were also quite varied. One girl was pretty flat, but all of us were fairly perky. Everyone's hair evinced a sort of practiced casual look - the sort of thing that took effort to achieve without showing it.The conversation stayed light, talking about TV shows - asking me (as a new arrival) about shows they followed and were missing during their stay there. I asked them about themselves and what brought them. Most of them were doing it for the sake of a man in their life - either doing it for their man explicitly at his direction or because they wanted to make themselves better for their man's sake

Maeve’s POVShe stood up and I stood up after. We bussed our dishes and I followed her through the house to another door. Inside was, like she said, a mini gym. One entire wall was panels of mirrors and a horizontal rail like in a ballet studio. On the opposite side there was a single weight machine, the kind you could configure to do a bunch of different weight exercises, and next to it a couple of recumbent stationary bikes."Here we are. These bikes are what we have for cardio. You wouldn't want to run on a treadmill without a bra on, you know. And this style of bike is a lot more comfortable for us."I knew immediately where she was coming from. I couldn't imagine sitting on a regular bicycle seat naked, but these bikes were more like ordinary chairs with the pedals out in front of you.We decided to be each other's workout buddies, at least for today. We got a mat and held each other's feet while we did sit-ups. We did some side stretches and other low-impact moves we could think