Kaos, in Stitches

Stitches awoke to find herself surrounded by darkness, with her arms fastened at the wrists to the wall behind her. As she became aware, she realised that the cuffs attaching her to the wall were all that held her up. That, and she was completely naked.

So, she was here again.

She thought back, trying to figure out how she had got here. The last thing she remembered was absolute ecstasy at the hands of 'Daddy' - her Master. She remembered feeling the beginnings of an almighty orgasm wracking her body.

Damn, she figured, I must have passed out. Fuck. She always hated to miss out on the orgasms her Daddy offered her so rarely.

She knew where she was, of course. The basement. She wasn't sure why, yet, but she'd know soon enough.

Twenty minutes passed, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Just as she was in the middle of a rather graphic fantasy about Daddy, the door opened suddenly and the light was flicked on. Her eyes burned while they adjusted to the light.

"Good evening, little one."

She looked up at him then, stuck breathless by the very sight of him. "Good evening, Daddy," she replied, almost in a whisper.

"Have a good sleep?"

"Yes, I suppose so, Daddy, but - did I pass out?"

He laughed. "Yeah, you did."

She hung her head in disappointment. He approached her, standing in front of her, surveying her naked body. Then, he tilted her head back, stared into her eyes, and kissed her. She kissed him back eagerly, feeling the arousal begin to spread throughout her body. He moved yet closer to her, pressing her back further against the cold of the wall. He continued to kiss her, pressing hard into her, running his hands along her smooth skin. His tongue wrestled with hers as his hands slid down her body, finally reaching his destination. He slipped three fingers inside her, and she broke the kiss, gasping.

He laughed at her, then, and continued to finger fuck her. She was vaguely aware of the pain in her arms, the cuffs cutting into her wrists, but mostly she was focussed on the feelings Daddy was allowing her. He quickened his pace, watching her as she began to thrash and writhe against the wall. He noticed that the restraints were now drawing blood, but he knew she wouldn't feel it 'til later. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him closer to her. He removed his fingers from her, seeing her slump with disappointment. Keeping her legs wrapped around him and holding her with one hand, he reached up with his free hand and released first one restraint, then the other. She cried out as her arms fell by her sides, the blood rushing back to her numbed limbs. He carried her in this fashion up the stairs, out of the basement to his bedroom, where he lay her on the bed. She looked up at him, with those big green eyes, her long, synthetically red hair fanned out around her head.

He moved above her, stroking a stray strand of hair out of her face.

"You know I love you, don't you, Stitches?"

She smiled, showing her perfect white teeth. "Yes, Daddy. I know. And I love you too."

He tugged his pants off, his cock springing free, and in one swift movement he had entered her, filling her completely.

She cried out in pleasure as he pounded her, slamming himself into her depths with all his might. She moaned beneath him, feeling every ridge of his hard cock inside her walls.

Oh, she loved this. He was steel wrapped in silk, and this - him and her, together - was so right. They were the perfect fit.

He quickened his pace, with her matching every thrust. He felt her muscles contract and release rapidly around him, her cries more frantic, her hands clawing at his back. Her muscles contracted again, and this time he came with her.

She lay there, gazing up at him, her eyes searching his.

"You," he said, "are just amazing."

"Mmm, and you too, Daddy," she replied, toying with his goatee.

"Savour this," he told her, the Dominant edge creeping back into his voice. "I will come and get you in half an hour. In the meantime, have a nap or something."

With that, he got up, pulled his pants on and sauntered off.

She did sleep, and he came and woke her in half an hour just as he promised. She was instructed to make dinner, and as she was peeling the potatoes, she realised what was missing.

"Daddy?" she called out.

"Yeah?" he seemed to materialise in the doorway. It didn't matter that she saw him every day, that she spent every waking moment serving him, she would still stare at him as long as she could whenever she could and steal sneak glances the rest of the time. Just the very sight of him made her wet, each and every time.

"Daddy, where is Michelle?"

"Ah, Michelle. Well, I had her go out for the night. She was getting on my nerves."

Stitches smiled broadly to herself as she continued to peel the potatoes. There was a structure in their home, that began long ago.

She had met Jeremy on the internet, before she was Stitches. He lived in San Francisco, and she lived in New Zealand. Slowly, over time, he had began to dominate her in their conversations. He was 27, and reasonably new to the lifestyle, but she'd be damned if he hadn't done his research. He was a natural Dominant, and naturally, he became her Master, although he told her he hated the term 'Master'. He preferred 'Daddy' over Master, because, he said, it was overused and besides, it didn't matter what he was called, he would still manipulate her and control her mind, body and soul, and devour her entirely. And every word of it had been true.

He had told her, early on, how their life would be should she decide to move to be with him. She would have a 'sister slave', though again, he didn't put it that way. The general concept was that Stitches would always be the lead slave, but she would very rarely have the privilege of getting anywhere near his godly cock, yet alone being fucked by him. That was where Michelle came in. Michelle usually lived like a queen. She still had to report to Daddy, and he still controlled her, but she had much more freedom than Stitches, and she got to fuck him whenever he felt the urge. Which was often.

Stitches spent much of her time with her ear pressed to the bedroom door when Daddy felt compelled to fuck Michelle in his bedroom. She had an excellent imagination and she saw, in her mind's eye, every move that caused Michelle to scream with pleasure, every position he dragged her into. She heard every sigh, every moan.

Michelle, unlike Stitches, didn't have a job. Stitches was a dancer. She wasn't for the whole brass pole routine, so she had got a job in Burlesque. She still took her clothes off for money, but it was less sleazy, she felt. It was glamorous, in its old way. She had two personalities onstage - there was the old-Hollywood siren, and then the fetish goddess. The customers loved her, and always paid well. And in turn, Stitches loved seeing the look on her Daddy's face when she handed over every cent upon her return to work. Michelle was responsible for driving Stitches to work and picking her up afterward, but in between times she was free to do what she liked, one of her many 'free periods' for the day.

Stitches, in the beginning, had intensely disliked Michelle for the fact that she got to experience mind-blowing sex and multiple orgasms from Daddy, while Stitches wasn't allowed to come at all, even by herself.

She had spent almost six months, when she first arrived in San Francisco, strapped into a chastity belt because Daddy said she couldn't be trusted not to pleasure herself when he wasn't supervising her. And it was true, she had been hopeless at first. She had an insatiable sex drive, and she constantly craved his godly cock. But Michelle was the one who got to fuck and suck him most of the time, Stitches very rarely, if she was lucky. But anyway, it's not like she was jealous -

"Stitches?"

She spun round to face him, flustered. "Yes, Daddy?"

He laughed. "Lost in your own thoughts there, princess?"

"Oh... sorry Daddy, I ... I was just thinking..."

"Mm-hm. And what about, pray tell?"

"Just... about Michelle. Why did you send her out, Daddy, if I may ask?"

"I told you. She was getting on my nerves."

"But... is there any other reason?"

"Well, I suppose so, Stitches, but those potatoes aren't going to peel themselves."

With that, he ambled off to the living room. She finished preparing dinner and served it to him, acting as a comfortable footstool for him as he ate his meal while watching the news.

When he'd finished eating, he switched off the TV and motioned for her to come to him. She knelt between his legs, looking up at him.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Stitches?"

"Is Michelle coming back to drive me to work?"

"No, Stitches." Seeing the look of panic on her face, he knew what was going through her mind. If Michelle wasn't going to drive her - and Daddy certainly would never be expected to - then she couldn't get to work, and she couldn't earn money, and she couldn't give him the money she earned, which in Stiches' eyes, all amounted to her failing him miserably. "You're not going to work tonight, Stitches, I called them for you. Things are going to change a little around here. Starting right now," he said, as he unzipped his fly. She looked at him, and he nodded. That was all the encouragement she needed.

She tugged his cock free from his pants, feeling the silky smooth flesh and the hardness underneath. She licked the glistening tip, watching as a shock of pleasure flashed across his face. She lowered her mouth slowly, invitingly onto his cock, flicking her tongue along the sensitive head, running her tongue around the ridges just below the head, and began sucking like her life depended on it. She made sure to use just the right amount of suction, tongue and teeth to get him as turned on as she could possibly manage, and she was delighted when he began to meet her hungry mouth with upwards thrusts, filling her mouth and throat, choking her. Yes, this was what she lived for. He wasn't nice about it, either. When Daddy wanted pleasure, he made sure he got it.

She loved the slight moans and grunts he made as he began to fuck her mouth harder and deeper, allowing her only a few seconds to breathe between each thrust.

She was proud of herself when he came in torrential loads, and she thoroughly enjoyed swallowing every precious drop, savouring his taste on her tongue.

"Happy, princess?" he asked her, and she couldn't help but grin.

"Very, very happy, Daddy. Thank you."

"Mm-hm," he answered, one of his favourite dismissive replies. "There's dishes that need doing, Stitches."

Obediently she got up, wiped her mouth on her sleeve, flashed him a grin, and set about stacking the dishes. She took them into the kitchen and proceeded to run water into the sink.

She wasn't sure why, but today had been very different. She'd received more attention from Daddy today than she had in months, she'd been allowed to suck him off, and what's more, she even got the honour of being fucked by him. She had the feeling he was being very... lenient... on her today. While she was grateful for the fact, and grateful, more than anything, to be allowed to be with her Daddy in such a pleasurable way, she couldn't help but hope that it was a once-off thing. It would take a lot of adjusting if things changed now.

****

"Wake up, Stitches."

Stitches recognised the voice, and was in no hurry to wake up.

"Stitches. Wake up, now."

Reluctantly, Stitches opened her eyes. "Morning, Michelle," she said sleepily.

"Yeah, morning to you too. Up."

Michelle put the key into one of the padlocks that locked Stitches inside her cage every night, and sighed. "Stitches, I'm leaving."

"What?!"

Click. The lock turned, and Michelle focussed her attention on the other one.

"I've done something really stupid. I've been forbidden to tell you about it, because Daddy wants to tell you, make an example of me. But just know that I'm gonna miss you, kid."

Stitches was indignant. Kid? Michelle was just two years older than her. But, she was more than a little surprised at this new revelation.

"When do you think he will ... you know, tell me?"

Click. The other lock. Michelle opened the cage door, and Stitches crawled out. "Probably sooner than you think," Michelle replied cryptically. "That's why I'm here early this morning."

Stitches glanced at the clock on the other side of the room. Michelle was right, of course, she was being woken earlier than usual.

While Michelle was permitted an allowance out of the money that Stitches earned each night, and though she slept in a comfortable bed, one of her duties was to let Stitches out every morning. Stitches wondered what would happen now.

"Up," Michelle ordered, and Stitches rose, stretching her cramped muscles. "Let's go, he's in the living room."

"He's up already?" Stitches questioned as Michelle dragged her out of the room.

"Yep."

They reached the living room, and Stitches immediately noticed a suitcase at the door. It was for Michelle, obviously, but she'd always been under the impression that Michelle had so much stuff. Stitches had, literally, a few clothes for when they went out in public, but that was about all she owned. She understood, now, that everything that Michelle possessed actually belonged to Daddy, and so she would be taking only what she brought with her.

She knelt on the floor in front of Daddy, as did Michelle.

"Well. Ladies. We have a departure today, as you both know by now. It seems that Michelle here..." - he lifted her chin, studying her - "has not been abiding by the rules that I so clearly set out in the beginning of all this." He dropped her chin, and she remained looking at the floor, unable to meet his eyes.

"It seems that trusting you, and giving you freedom, was a very bad decision on my behalf. Stitches, did you know that Michelle here has a boyfriend?"

Stitches looked first at Daddy, then at Michelle, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Are you serious?" she asked, lapsing for a moment into a typical young woman.

"Yes, Stitches, I am serious. And what's more, she's been fucking this loser too."

Stitches remained staring at Michelle, who met her eyes for just a second before returning to study the carpet. The audacity of that woman!

"And now," Daddy continued, "she has gone and got herself pregnant."

Stitches' draw dropped. She could barely control herself. "Um... permission to speak freely, Daddy?"

He smiled. "Granted. And, in this case, expected."

Stitches thanked Daddy, then turned to Michelle. "Why?!"

Michelle shook her head. "I don't know. I guess... the freedom... just went to my head."

"And the baby is your... your boyfriend's?"

"Yes."

"How long...have you been with him?"

"About two months now, Stitches."

"And the pregnancy? When -"

"I found out yesterday."

"What are you going to do?"

The question was directed at Michelle, but Daddy answered.

"Michelle has told me that she is not in the right place in her life to raise a child. She has told me she doesn't wish to have the baby. That said, it is obvious that this lifestyle is not what she wants, and given that she has broken my trust, I don't feel that there is any point in Michelle continuing her journey with us."

He motioned for Michelle to come forth. She moved forward towards him, still kneeling, and he crouched to kiss her forehead. Then, he reached around her neck and unfastened the choker she wore in lieu of a collar.

"You may rise, Michelle." she did, and he continued, "As of this moment, you are no longer my slave, and I am no longer your Owner. Your things are packed, and there is a taxi waiting for you. Take care, Michelle, and do what is best for you, always. You look after yourself." he motioned for Stitches to rise. "Stitches, you may take a few moments to say goodbye to your friend."

Stiches hugged Michelle, feeling tears forming. No matter how much she had envied this woman, and even hated her at rare times, she had shared so much of her life, so many experiences and such a big journey with her.

"I am going to miss you, Michelle."

"I'll miss you too, Carey."

Michelle abruptly let her go, kissed Daddy on the cheek, picked up her suitcase and went out the door. A few seconds later, they heard the cab drive off, and it was then that Stitches realised that Michelle had used her real name. It had been so long since she'd heard it that she hadn't even recognised her own name. She sunk to her knees, kneeling again before Daddy. She was ready to cry, and he knew it.

"I'm going to make coffee, princess. Sit down, let it out. I know this is a big change for you." Almost as an afterthought, he added, "and me too, you know."

She moved to the couch and sank in gratefully, tears finally beginning to spill down her cheeks. It wasn't so much Michelle's departure. They'd never really been close, but she'd been a vital part of what was Stitches' life. And her leaving meant there were going to be changes, she just didn't know what yet. This was the dynamic she was used to, and she was totally unsure about her future and where she stood.

Shortly Daddy returned with coffee, and handing a cup to her, went about explaining the way things were going to be.

****

As it turned out, things were changing, but not as dramatically as she had thought. She was having more orgasms per day than she'd been having in months, but Daddy had found a new girl to replace Michelle in their lives. He had suggested that perhaps the new girl should take on the position of Stitches, and Stitches could take on Michelle's role, but Stitches had mauled the idea when it was presented, saying she knew her place, and she preferred it. No matter how much she had envied her 'sister' in the past, she was comfortable in her role, and she wouldn't change it for the world.

The new girl was from New Zealand, not far from Stitches' original hometown. Whether Daddy had chosen the girl for this reason she didn't know, but what she did know was that the new girl was arriving today, and she, like Stitches, would be given a new name. Stitches couldn't even remember how she had got her name. She remembered it was a joke for a long time, but she couldn't remember how it came about for the life of her.

Michelle's room had been set up for the new girl, whose real name Daddy wouldn't disclose. He said it was up to the girl whether she wanted to tell Stitches or not. Mind you, he reminded her, he might not give her quite as much freedom as he had given Michelle.

There were a few new rules and guidelines in the house. He said that Stitches would be attracted to this girl, and both girls being bisexual, perhaps on the odd occasion he might like to see them together, depending on if they'd earned the treat. Although he could have forced the same situation for Michelle and Stitches, he never had, because Michelle was a straight girl and Stitches had never really found her attractive. She had been pretty, sure, but not Stitches' type. Which was what was so intriguing about this new arrival and the fact that Daddy thought she'd be attracted. Daddy knew her taste in women.

What's more, if she and this new girl got on, Daddy would allow their friendship. Both he and Stitches knew some of his friends had girls that were not permitted to speak to one another.

"Stitches, I'm going now. I should be an hour, at most. I want the place spotless for our new girl," Daddy said, collecting his keys from the counter.

"Of course, Daddy," Stitches replied, running water for the dishes. "It'll be perfect."

"Good girl." He kissed her and left, leaving her with her thoughts, running water and chores that needed doing.

She did the dishes and folded the washing, vacuumed the floor and wiped down everything, totally engrossed in her own thoughts. She hoped she liked the new girl. It wouldn't matter much if she didn't, but she'd like to. It had been a long time since she'd had a friend, a real friend, besides Daddy - he was, of course, her best friend as well as her lover, teacher, mentor, and Owner.