1. Our Family's New Toy Ch. 1


    Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Male Domination, Non-consensual sex, Older Male / Female, Reluctance, Slavery, Teen, Toys, Author: Sweet Willow, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    That glint was back and she nodded, dashing upstairs to fetch my “slippers”. “C’mon, leave the dishes. Let’s all go to the living room, huh?” I put an arm around Ana’s shoulder and steered her towards the den; I could feel her tensing and pulling away from me. That’s all right, that could be fixed. I sat in my big leather lazy-boy while the rest of the family sat on the sectional couch. “Do you know why we adopted you?” I asked her frankly. She blushed and shook her head. “I’ll be honest. We adopted you because our family is a very loving family. But see, we’ve been without a pet for some time, and I think it’s important for children to grow up with animals, don’t you think?” “Uhh…” Ana said, starting to frown. “Well, I think it is. Plus, there’s nothing that lowers the blood pressure like having a pet around the house. But, now that you’re going to be a member of our household, there’s some rules you have to follow.” “What do you mean, pet?” Ana asked, her brow furrowing. JoJo came rushing back down the stairs with my heavy black briefcase. I smiled at Ana and popped open the clasps. “Pet,” I answered, taking out a small metal collar. “As in, our family pet.” The blood drained from her face and she instantly stood up as if to leave. Abigail reacted quickly and snatched her arm, yanking her back down on the couch. She made a little squeal but my wife shook her head. “No, stay,” she said firmly. “Part of your training is to ask permission to leave, do you understand?” I ...
    imagine Ana was still in a state of shock, but tears were welling up in her eyes as I approached her. The collar clicked around her neck, and with that click, it was like breaking a spell. “GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!” she screamed, making us all jump. She bucked out of Abigail’s grip and tried to bolt, but thankfully I knew what to do. Molly, our previous pet, had been young and wild and needed lots of training before she was fully housebroken. I smacked her hard across the face, sending her sprawling onto Tucker’s lap. Reflexively he grabbed her shoulders, and JoJo leapt forward to grab her ankles. I shook my head as our pet screamed and cried, holding her face with one hand. “See, this is why training is so important,” I sighed. “Open up, honey.” I reached into the briefcase and pulled out a round rubber gag that would fit between her teeth. Since her mouth was already open from screaming, it was a simple matter to pop the gag in her mouth and then buckle it tightly around her head. Now, all she could make was a muffled groaning sound. I shook my head sympathetically. “JoJo, grab my handcuffs, would you?” I asked, and my daughter passed over the hard metal bracelets. I clicked them shut around our pet’s wrists and then patted her head. “There, see, not so bad?” I said. “Sit up, please.” She didn’t move, just cried and cried. A sharp tone entered my voice. “Sit up.” Again, she didn’t move. I reached forward and dragged her up by her shirt collar. The flimsy material ripped with a ...
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