Helping a Friend’s Loneliness Ch. 03

Author Note: I think the basic dynamics are already set for this plot line of the non-climaxing girl and the side-girl she insists on because of it – with the side-girl in chastity, but I had to go one more installment in order to put Miss X / paingirl / chastity-girl/princess into an actual (and probably expensive and not-very-functional) chastity belt instead of a home-made one from chapters 1 and 2.

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The Sunday morning marking the end of pain girl’s first week in chastity – and the mind-fuck that came along with that first week, along with the pussy-lip and clit-contact rubbing orgasm on Daddy’s post-spooge softie to finish off Saturday night – started off great.

We both woke Daddy up with our mouths (and our mouths were really just his cock-sleeves in the morning), giving him oral, and we took our time to suck his dick and tease his shaft and glans, none of us in a hurry, all of us into it. We were on sexual and emotional highs from the past several days, but especially from Friday and Saturday night.

Princess and I were engaged in at least our third double-blowjob by this point and we were starting to get comfortable that double-blowjobs were OUR time – and we had GIRL-POWER over our Daddy (even if that girl-power was to HIS benefit) – and he liked to just let go in the mornings anyway, as I’d learned from experience, and just enjoy a good blowjob from a devoted girl as a sign of my affection for him.

When I was blowing, princess was either paying attention to his balls or telling him how much she loved being in chastity the last week, or how amazed she was that she came by just rubbing her pussy lips and clit up and down on his big, soft, fat cock. She was really laying on the compliments thick, I thought, as I worshipped Daddy’s dick just the way I knew he liked.

When pain-girl was sucking Daddy, I followed her lead and ran the same manipulation game on him – either worshipping his balls or telling him how studly he was, how happy I was, and all the rest of the things that guys like to hear.

Daddy didn’t engage too much as we performed the tried and true (and well used) fellatio-ball worship-compliment routine on him, made more powerful because there were two of us there to be constantly engaged in two of the three male-manipulation activities!

Bastard that he was, he just enjoyed the cock worship, the attention to his nut-sack, and the compliments on his prowess.

He did skillfully and deftly direct us to minor adjustments of our efforts with sweet talk, groans, encouragement, compliments, and hands on our bodies, in our hair, rubbing our flanks – which was good of him because it meant he was engaging and paying attention to us as we sucked and kissed and dirty-talked him, until we both noticed signs of his climb to climax and we concentrated on finishing him off properly with encouragement and smiles and body contact, as well as up-tempo hand-tugging and throat-and-gagging work.

I had his cock in my mouth as I felt him start to clench in his final pre-ejaculation spasm and pulled my mouth up and covered only half his glans…and princess took the cue and covered the other half of his corona head and the two of us kissed around his head as he came in both of our mouths, and it was wonderful…

…and that wonderfulness was followed up by lots of compliments from him back to us about how fantastic it was…and what good girls we were…and how lucky he was…as he paid us back for all of our effort to him with compliments to us that made us (or at least made me) feel really, really good and sexy and desired by the man that I liked.

We all three jumped in the shower to sluice off and he told us he was taking us out to breakfast to celebrate a week of having two girls at his beck-and-call…

…and of course, that’s where he pulled one of his usual tricks and princess and I had to get mad at him all over again.

He dropped the bomb on us just after the waitress took our order after delivering our drinks.

“Well girls…I think there’s a happy ending here after all…” he told us, without telling us what the ending was.”

“What do you mean, Daddy?” I asked, as I was sitting next to him with his arm around me. Paingirl was on the other side of the booth, facing us.

“Well, our little masochist, sitting across the table, looking all pert and perky and satisfied with herself, she CAME last night!”

Princess and I looked at each other before glancing back at him. What was he talking about?

“Yeah…So?” was my nonplussed reply.

“Well, the reason for this complicated setup you’ve talked me into, this triad or throuple or whatever the heck it is, was because you felt bad for princess that she couldn’t cum from anybody but me…or she didn’t want to take risks with anybody else being sadistic with her…but that’s not a problem anymore…now we all know she can cum without being in pain…heck…she came by just rubbing on my soft dick a little bit…she’s görükle escort actually an easy cummer now…and so she can finally find a regular boyfriend and not take fucking time away from my favorite little fuckslut here, sitting next to me…”

I could see the outlines of his game, but I needed time to process…so I asked a stalling question.

“What in the HELL are you TALKING about Daddy?”

“Isn’t that right, princess? Now that you’ve rediscovered your vanilla orgasm, you aren’t going to want to be in second position anymore, are you? You’re sort of ‘back in business’ for regular relationships…I don’t want to impose on you to be my cock-sucking-slut for six days a week and my pain-slut every once in a while now that we know you might be cured. Best for me to end it now, and let you off the hook, before you get a chance to get resentful at being able to cum, but not being fucked more regularly, or able to participate in a monogamous, committed, couple-type of relationship, where you no longer need to share a man with another girl.”

But princess was ahead of me.

In retrospect, she’d been mind-fucked by Daddy much longer, over the course of many years, much longer than my mere 50+ weeks of Daddy-dominated-bliss, but also Daddy-induced sexual stress, and Daddy-controlled sexual training.

“Not true, Daddy…I was denied and teased all week, sucking cock without getting fucked by you, watching you fuck Mistress, locked in different kinds of kinky, exciting chastity, turned even further into a willing sex slave when you took control of my pussy by chaining it, roping it, covering it, locking it away, handcuffing me last night so I was not even able to rub my nipples, much less finger my pussy or diddle myself, and lots of other things…you basically mind-fucked me ALL WEEK!”

I was silent, but growing internally irritated at Daddy’s mind games, but wanted princess to get it all out.

“It was only after ALL THAT cumulative work by you to put me into a sexual frenzy that I finally came by rubbing my denied, deprived pussy-lips and desperate clit up and down on your big, hard dick last night, it was still so deliciously hard, even after you pumped Mistress full of cum with it. “

She paused for breath and I could feel Daddy gearing up to say something, but then she started again without letting him take over the conversation before she finished her point.

“I don’t think that can be replicated by ANYONE else…I’m still a pain-slut, or else I need something even HARDER to accomplish – which is to be dominated just right over SEVERAL DAYS to cum…only YOU have the experience and creativity to do it – only YOU know me so well.”

What princess was saying was totally right…it was the week of teasing and denial that did the trick, she wasn’t all of a sudden vanilla.

So I chimed in: “Nice try, Daddy, but no cigar. Besides, aren’t you getting used to two girls worshipping your one-eyed snake? Why the false modesty? I think you just want us to beg! That’s not very nice of you, not very gentlemanly.”

“I am getting very used to it…but still don’t think a triad will work for us – I still don’t think I’m virile enough to keep two girls satisfied, so I risk losing you both when you both get disappointed. I’m also not buying princess’ statement that her problem isn’t solved.”

He paused briefly, but neither of us volunteered anything.

“Just find a guy that is into controlling his girl, princess – there’s plenty of them out there that have that fantasy…and then tell him you only want to be fucked once a week and put in chastity the rest of the time – you’ll worship cock the other days if he doesn’t want to hold off on busting his own nut – I’m sure you can convince him to let you do that…and you can build through tease and denial the ability to cum without pain.”

And then he threw in one last ridiculous point.

“Plus, now you’ve got TWO ways to go – pain and denial. Maybe you’ll find a guy that will do BOTH!”

Princess dropped all pretense of reasonableness now, and a note of desperation entered her voice as she sat across from our cruel, amoral, emotionally sadistic Daddy.

“Sir, please…please don’t make me find another man for sex. Just let me be your bitch…please…I hate it when you tell me I can find another guy…Aren’t I a good girl for you!?! Haven’t I been a good girl for you all these years? Just keep me as a pain-slut and cock-sucker. I’m so sorry I came last night if now it means you want to break up with me. I’m so sorry I came. Now I wish I hadn’t. It’s not worth it to cum if it makes you not want me.”

Princess was ultra-authentic in her stress.

“I promise, Sir…I promise pun’kin, I won’t cum again other than through pain. Please don’t punish me this way. Please. It’s too much. It’s not fair…”

I had gone from irritated to furious now with Daddy that he was making pain-girl beg to be his bitch. She was so stressed out that she was even calling görükle escort bayan him Sir, not Daddy, she was reverting to her long-term role-play with him rather than the Daddy-little girl roleplay that was the dynamic I had with him. I could tell she was in hell.

“Daddy…how could you be so cruel!”

“I’m not being cruel, I’m trying to help!”

“Dammit Daddy! Why do you think I brought her in to live with us, why I wanted you to keep fucking her in the first place? If you break up with her, it’s going to ruin MY relationship with you. If she finds another guy, then there won’t be a girl that cums for you anymore, since I can’t cum for you, and I’m going to feel like SHIT all over again. And I’m also afraid you won’t be satisfied with me if I can’t handle your sadism when you will want to beat me and punish me like you beat and abuse and punish princess.”

“Yes, Daddy…pun’kin wants me to be your bitch too…please, please just let me be your cock-worshipping bitch.”

It was revealing to see the true role-play come to the surface of bitch to Sir now that pain-girl was under stress. My Daddy – little girl relationship was right for me and him. But she was, fundamentally, his bitch…and that’s how she appealed to him, categorized herself to him, in this moment of stress.

“You’re not pun’kin’s sex slave, princess…or my sex slave…you’re your own person…you have a better chance at a normal life now that you’ve cum without pain for the first time in a long time, and for the first time ever with me. Don’t you think you should take this chance?”

Daddy was speaking to her, not to me…telling her this was a chance to turn away from a pain fetish.

“No. I don’t want to change ANYTHING about my past…I just want to be your bitch…and now I want pun’kin to be my Mistress so that SHE will let me be your bitch…a bitch for you is ALL that I want to be. I just want to be your bitch, Sir. I just want to be an outlet for your sadistic side…and then be a blowjob-girl for you whenever else you might want to use me and Mistress allows it. It’s been SO MUCH FUN having people to come home to the last week. I SSSOOO want that to continue. I don’t want to be lonely again between our dates.”

And with that, Daddy smiled, and said okay, and let it go, having offered (or threatened, more accurately) and been refused.

And the unexpected tension and stress drained out of both me and princess. Breakfast came and he asked us leading questions about the last week and we joyfully engaged in reliving all the sexy details, with a huge sense of relief now that he’d taken the pressure of blowing our new arrangement up – and we got to talk about the fucking, the mind-fucking, the cock-sucking, the cum-sharing, the dyke-exploration-stuff, the planning by the two of us girls, the emotional feelings princess had about being totally owned when her pussy was roped, or chained, or locked up.

We also chided and complained to him about how awfully he treated us at the beginning of breakfast, threatening to break up our triad – and that he had to learn how to be a better Daddy…but a lot of that was said in a playful tone, to cover the anxiety he’d put us through – and I think we jointly made our point to him that he wasn’t very nice when he did that.

And the conversation continued all day as we went home, as he watched football (I hated that football seemed like it was on like every fucking day of the week), we playfully and lazily drifted in and out of the great room and sucked his cock, he spanked us both throughout the day depending on who was scoring, he even pulled me up on top of him after a spanking-session for some super-sexy lap fucking, and he kept princess in panties all day long (except when he was hand-spanking her), since he said she was back in chastity, but he didn’t want her to put rope or metal against her puss or ass.

It was a really, really great (and memorable) day from the morning double-blowjob, the stress of princess having to tell him she didn’t want to find another guy to tease-and-deny her or to hate-fuck and corporal-punish her, the both of us having to talk him into keeping us as his harem (which was probably part of his plan in bringing up the conversation…I think one of his minor fetishes was having his girl beg to be submissive and obedient and slutty for him and to him), and the sexy conversation that lasted all day long intermingled with the hand-spankings, the cock-sucking, the hand-jobbing, the pussy-fucking (for me) and an orgasm or two (for him) while he channel-surfed between sports, porn and movies on his Sunday fun-day, in between getting serviced by his two obedient cock-whore girls.

Monday started with a surprise, since that was his usual “bad mood” night and princess and I talked and texted during the day about him being in a bad mood from the start of the work week and punishing her. I asked her if there was any truth to Daddy’s statement that she might not want to mess around with bursa escort pain anymore and she assured me she loved to be thrashed and would always welcome Daddy being in a sadistic mood. There was nothing better, in her mind, than getting strapped and whipped before getting penetrated and fucked (or hate-fucked).

He came home Monday night to two eager girls, me volunteering that princess was ready for punishment, but Daddy said he was too worn out from all the sex the previous week and wasn’t in a hurting kind of mood.

I was worried about the curveball, but princess chimed in immediately and said she was glad about that and wanted to keep concentrating on being a good chastity girl both for Daddy and for Mistress (it seemed like she might have anticipated him making her wait another week for pain and penetration)…and that smoothed away all the potential awkwardness, although I was frustrated that Daddy wasn’t going to give princess any penetration – since she’d been such a good girl all week long.

Penetration ALWAYS felt so good – and it wasn’t fair that he denied her his big, fat, yummy dick…

But the curveball wasn’t over.

After we got through the turn-down of punishment sex for princess, Daddy took a seat on the couch and had me sit next to him. Princess sat on the other side, but Daddy angled toward me and started asking about my day.

And as I began answering, he nonchalantly unzipped his pants and hand-gestured princess to her knees, while still looking and talking to me, and without anything really being said!

Wow! I was surprised enough that I kind of froze, not knowing what to do or say, as he asked me a follow-up question about something I told him that had happened during the day, as if he hadn’t just exposed himself and gestured pain-girl to suck his cock while he was talking to his pun’kin!

She took his cue though, and just shifted to kneeling in front of him and lowered her head, opened her mouth, sank it over his flacced, unzipped cock, and started sucking his dick, as Daddy continued to spend time visiting with me!!

It was weird, but also kind of sexy, as well as humiliating, but also dominant – all at the same time…sort of like the male fantasy of talking on the phone to one girl – or on a business call, while getting his dick sucked by his girlfriend, or his wife, or his secretary. But here he was asking me about MY day and telling me about HIS day while princess was RIGHT THERE, right IN FRONT of me, with her clothes on, but sucking Daddy’s cock while Daddy chatted me up!?@#!?

I couldn’t help but dart my eyes down to princess bobbing her head up and down on Daddy’s hard shaft. Her eyes crinkled in amusement. What can I say…it was another game that benefited him, but it was a pretty easy game to play.

Daddy drove the conversation with me, taking the lead, teasing me out with more questions about my day and describing a few moments in his day, all the while with a hand on Princess’ head or on her shoulder, silently training her on how he wanted her to suck his cock while he visited with his pun’kin.

Princess, after that first glance between us, never even looked up…and I know because I kept an eye on the action with the corner of my eye as Daddy spent longer talking to me about my work-day than he ever had in the past. She just played his desired role as his obedient blowjob girl, as if she wasn’t even there, as Daddy and I touched and talked about our day while she worshipped his Monday-evening dick.

Eventually, the conversation wound down and then he did something even kinkier.

“I’m glad we had time catch up, pun’kin…I always love to hear about your day.”

Remember, this was probably the longest conversation we’d ever had about my work-day or his, so he was just baldly lying through his teeth. But he had an impish smile when he said it, which somehow made it okay.

“Yes Daddy! Thanks for spending time to visit with me,” I played along, half-guessing at what was coming next.

“But you’ll understand that I don’t want to completely ignore our little live-in friend here, who has been such a good girl letting us catch up…you don’t mind if I spend a few minutes with her, do you?”

“No Daddy…I don’t mind at all…is there anything I should do while you visit with princess?”

“I’d like you to pick up where she left off, I think…but in your birthday suit rather than dressed up, if that’s okay with you.”

“Lovely, Daddy,” I said as I quickly drew off my clothes while princess continued worshipping his shaft while I undressed.

I couldn’t help but admire his cheekiness, and also had no desire to object (although he was damn lucky we were BOTH so BESOTTED with him), sliding down to my knees to take princess’ place as Daddy pulled her up and to his left side, kissing her and telling her how good she did servicing him while he caught up with Mistress after work.

She replied with affection saying she was glad to go down on him while he talked with me – and wanted to make it a regular thing, she liked the idea of sucking his cock while he spent time visiting with me, doing everything she could to signal to him that he was in charge and where he led in terms of HIS sexual wants, she would follow with obedience and enthusiasm.