Chapter 21

CHAPTER 21

A my

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. What did she mean by ‘interesting’? In my experience, that word rarely boded well when used by the staff at the Institute.

Miss Frieda’s lips curved into a small, enigmatic smile as she continued. “The assessors have been monitoring your progress closely, as I’m sure you’re aware. They’ve noticed something… intriguing in your responses and behavior patterns.”

She paused, her eyes never leaving mine. I felt as though she could see right through me, peering into the deepest recesses of my mind.

“What… what do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart pounded in my chest as I waited for Miss Frieda’s response.

Miss Frieda leaned forward slightly, her steady gaze locked on mine. “The assessors have determined that you’ve fixated on something—or rather, someone. They’re just not quite sure who or what it is yet.”

My breath caught in my throat. They knew. Somehow, they had figured out my feelings for Daddy Daniel. Panic rose within me as I wondered what this might mean for my rehabilitation. Would I be punished? Separated from him completely?

“I…” I began, but the words died on my lips. Should I confess? Deny it? I had no idea what the right move was in this situation.

Miss Frieda’s eyebrow arched slightly. “Yes, Amy? Is there something you’d like to share?”

The moment stretched between us, heavy with tension. I could hear my own rapid breathing, feel the pounding of my heart. Miss Frieda waited patiently, her expression unreadable.

Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, I blurted out, “It’s Daddy Daniel.”

The words hung in the air between us. I immediately wanted to take them back, to stuff them back down my throat. But it was too late. I had confessed.

Miss Frieda’s lips curved into a satisfied smile. She reached for a small device on her desk—an intercom, I realized. With a manicured finger, she pressed a button.

“Send him in,” she said simply.

My heart leapt into my throat. Send who in? Surely not…

The door behind me opened, and I heard footsteps entering the room. I didn’t dare turn around, my body frozen in place as I knelt before Miss Frieda’s desk.

“Good morning, Daddy Daniel,” Miss Frieda said, her eyes lifting to look at the newcomer. “Thank you for joining us.”

I gasped softly as I heard his familiar voice respond. “Good morning, Frieda. Amy.”

Daddy Daniel. He was here, in the room with us. I felt my cheeks flush hot with embarrassment and arousal. How much had he heard?

“Amy has just shared something rather interesting with me,” Miss Frieda continued, her tone conversational. “It seems our assessors were correct in their suspicions.”

I heard Daddy Daniel move closer, coming to stand beside me. From the corner of my eye, I could see the crisp fabric of his suit pants, the polished leather of his shoes. My fingers twitched with the desire to reach out and touch him, to confirm that he was really there.

“Is that so?” Daddy Daniel’s deep voice rumbled above me. “And what might that be?”

Miss Frieda smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “It seems our little Amy here has developed quite the fixation on you, Daddy Daniel.”

I felt my cheeks burn even hotter at Miss Frieda’s words. My gaze remained fixed on the carpet beneath my knees, too afraid to look up at either of them.

“Amy,” Daddy Daniel’s deep voice commanded. “Look at me.”

Trembling slightly, I forced myself to raise my head. My eyes traveled up his muscular form, taking in the perfectly tailored suit that hugged his broad shoulders and narrow waist. When I finally met his cool blue gaze, I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body.

Daddy Daniel’s expression was unreadable as he looked down at me. “Is this true, Amy? Have you fixated on me?”

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “Y-yes, Daddy,” I whispered, unable to lie in the face of his direct question.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “I see,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine. “And what do you think we should do about that?”

Before I could formulate a response, Miss Frieda interjected. “If I may, Daniel, the assessors have some thoughts on the matter.”

Daddy Daniel turned his attention to her, raising an eyebrow in silent inquiry.

“They believe,” Miss Frieda continued, “that this fixation, while challenging and unusual, may actually represent an important step forward in Amy’s rehabilitation. Her willingness to admit it freely shows a level of honesty and self-awareness we’ve been working toward.”

Daddy Daniel nodded slowly, his eyes flicking back to me. “I see. And what do the assessors recommend?”

Miss Frieda’s lips curved into a small smile. “They’ve suggested that, given the circumstances, it might be beneficial for you to take on a more… prominent role in Amy’s rehabilitation.”

My heart skipped a beat at her words. What did that mean? I looked up at Daddy Daniel, trying to gauge his reaction.

He was silent for a long moment, his mesmerizing blue eyes studying me intently. Finally, he spoke. “Amy,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “The assessors have given me permission to serve as your primary daddy for the remainder of your sentence here at the facility.”

I gasped softly, hardly daring to believe what I was hearing.

Daddy Daniel continued, “If you consent, I will be in control of your body while you finish your rehabilitation. And when you’re released, I will be your owner.”

My mind reeled at his words. To belong to Daddy Daniel, to be his… The thought sent a shiver of excitement through me. But there was something in his tone, a hint of steel beneath the velvet, that made me hesitate.

“However,” Daddy Daniel added, his voice taking on a stern edge, “you need to understand what this entails. Having me as your primary daddy doesn’t mean you’ll only serve me. In fact, I’ve promised to ensure you’re used thoroughly by many men. Your fixation on me can’t be allowed to interfere with your training as a proper fuck toy.”

I felt my cheeks burn at his crude words, even as a jolt of arousal shot through me. The idea of belonging to Daddy Daniel was thrilling, but the thought of still being used by other men made me squirm with a mixture of shame and unwanted excitement.

“I… I don’t need to serve other men,” I protested weakly, though even as the words left my mouth I knew they weren’t true. “I just want to be yours, Daddy.”

Miss Frieda tsked softly. “Oh, Amy, you know that’s not true. Your body’s responses during sessions with other daddies prove otherwise. You need a variety of cocks to truly satisfy your submissive urges.”

Daddy Daniel nodded in agreement. “Miss Frieda is right. And it’s a good thing the procedure for making me your primary daddy involves demonstrating just how desperately you need to serve many cocks.”

My eyes widened at his words, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. “W-what do you mean?”

A small smile played at the corners of Daddy Daniel’s mouth as he looked down at me. “Stand up and bend over Miss Frieda’s desk,” he commanded.

My legs trembled as I rose to my feet, acutely aware of my nakedness. I shuffled over to Miss Frieda’s imposing oak desk, feeling both of their eyes on me as I bent forward, pressing my bare breasts against the cool, polished wood.

I heard movement behind me, then felt Daddy Daniel’s large hand come to rest on the small of my back. His touch sent shivers through my body, a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through me.

“Miss Frieda,” Daddy Daniel said, his voice low and authoritative, “would you be so kind as to hand me that punishment plug?”

My breath caught in my throat. Punishment plug? I twisted my head, trying to see what was happening behind me. From the corner of my eye, I saw Miss Frieda reach into a drawer and pull out what looked like an enormous anal plug. It was at least twice the size of any I’d taken before, made of shiny black silicone with ridges along its length.

“This should serve as an excellent reminder,” Daddy Daniel mused, taking the intimidating toy from Miss Frieda. He moved back behind me, and I whimpered as I felt the cool, slick tip of the massive plug press against my rear entrance, still tight despite how many daddies had used me there in the past two weeks. My muscles clenched involuntarily, trying to resist the intrusion.

“This plug is going in your bottom, Amy,” Daddy Daniel explained, his voice stern. “It’s a reminder that your ass belongs to me, even though you’re going to be gangbanged by six other daddies today.”

My eyes widened at his words. Six other daddies? Gangbanged? A mixture of fear and shameful arousal coursed through me.

“Please, Daddy,” I whined. “It’s too big. I can’t take it.”

“You can and you will,” Daddy Daniel replied firmly. “This is part of your training. Now relax and push out.”

I tried to obey, forcing my muscles to relax as I felt the plug slowly stretching me open. The pressure was intense and painful. Tears sprang to my eyes as the widest part of the plug breached my tight ring of muscle.

“That’s it,” Daddy Daniel murmured encouragingly. “Almost there.”

With a final push, the plug slipped fully inside me. My bottom clenched around the narrow base, holding it securely in place. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming.

“Stand up and turn around,” Daddy Daniel commanded.

On shaky legs, I obeyed. The movement caused the plug to shift inside me, sending shockwaves of sensation through my body. I whimpered softly as I turned to face Daddy Daniel and Miss Frieda, my cheeks burning with shame.

Daddy Daniel’s ice-blue eyes raked over my trembling form, taking in every detail of my flushed skin and heaving chest. The small smile widened as he noted my reaction to the massive plug stretching my bottom.

I bit my lip, feeling my forehead crease hard as that face, somehow both caring and dominant, stirred a rush of helpless affection in my chest. My primary daddy… the daddy who would own me… he had put the horrid thing in my bottom to remind me that that part of me belonged to him. That all of me belonged to him.

“How does it feel, Amy?” he asked, his voice low and commanding.

I swallowed hard, struggling to find the words to describe the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. “It… it hurts, Daddy,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “And it feels… full. Like I’m being stretched in ways I never thought possible.”

Daddy Daniel nodded, seeming pleased with my response. “Good girl,” he murmured. “That fullness is a reminder of who you belong to. Even as other men use your body today, you’ll feel that plug and know that your ass is mine.”

A shiver ran down my spine at his possessive words. Part of me thrilled at the idea of belonging to him so completely, while another part quailed at the thought of being used by multiple men.

“Now,” Daddy Daniel continued, his tone becoming brisk and businesslike, “it’s time to prepare you for your gangbang. I’m going to claim you in every way, so that as you take other men’s cocks you can’t forget who you belong to.”

Daddy Daniel’s words sent a shiver through my body, a mixture of fear and shameful anticipation. He gestured toward Miss Frieda’s desk.

“Lie down on your back,” he commanded.

Trembling, I obeyed, carefully lowering myself onto the smooth wooden surface. The coolness against my heated skin made me gasp softly. The massive plug in my bottom shifted as I moved, sending jolts of sensation through my core.

Miss Frieda stepped forward. Without a word, she grasped my ankles, lifting and spreading my legs wide. The position left me completely exposed, my most intimate parts on display for both of them.

Daddy Daniel moved between my spread thighs, his eyes raking over my vulnerable form. I heard the sound of his zipper lowering and my breath caught in my throat. A moment later, I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against the entrance to my aching vagina.

“Remember this, Amy,” he growled, his voice low and intense. “Remember who you belong to.”