My Five New Daughters

My Five New Daughters

By: Wondering Soul

Prologue: Death Leads To A New Life

“We aren’t completely ready. We’re waiting on the slow poke.”

“Ok you call me when you are.”

I hung up the phone and told my driver to divert the drive another five minutes. Seven months ago I met the woman of my life, Katelyn. She wasn’t submissive, but had the potential. She was strong. She owned her own company and it was doing great. She wasn’t having money problems, but she lived modestly. She saved and invested and had five daughters. Her ex-husband had left her after the youngest was born. He was upset that she had produced no sons. Jackass. Still I am glad he did for I would have never met her other wise. We got married three weeks ago. Our honey moon was a week long and we were both eager to get back and start our life together and, even though neither of us would admit it, back to work.

A week and a half ago she died. Some teenagers were driving recklessly and stole her from me. As her husband everything was turned over to me as requested in her will. I would take care of her daughters and take over her business. In her memory I kept it exactly the same. I only changed a few things to improve profits. The trust fund for the girls had been secret to them all along and so it would continue to be. I was going to take care of everything. A week ago we had her funeral I held the girls as they cried. I loved them just as much as I loved their mother. Their lives were going to change. I was going to make sure that they ended up with a man like me who would love them forever and never leave them. I hoped in the end at least two would stay with me. I already had my two in mind.

As I mulled over all the details in my mind my cell rang. I picked it up and second youngest’s voice came through the ear piece, “we’re ready.” I smiled and said, “ok I’ll be there in two minutes.” I hung up and waited patiently as the car arrived. I adjusted the bulge in my pants making it inconspicuous. I rolled down the window and saw them file out of the house in age order. The twins, Katherine and Carolyn, were the oldest at 19, then came Arial at 18,one of my favorites, next was Brittani at 17, and finally my other favorite Isabella at 16. She and Arial were my choice. I hadn’t picked Isabella because she was the youngest. I picked her for her beauty and grace. There was a certain something about her. We had always been playful. There had been tickle fights and intense games of poker. She had a great personality and I felt connected to her and Arial more than the others.

They were all built like their mother, thick with the potential for a total hour glass figure. Isabella wore her strawberry blonde hair in wavy curls that reached the top of her well endowed ass. Brittani on the other hand kept it short and pulled back with a head band or in a pony tail. Arial varied between long and short. At the moment she was wearing it at shoulder length with bangs that fell in front of her eyes. Carolyn and Katherine were the definition of being a twin. Today their hair was pulled back into a fish tale braid that reached to mid back. Isabella locked the door and they all headed to the car. I watched them all place there things in the trunk and slide into the car. They all sat across from me except for Isabella who sat next to me.

As we drove away I began telling them that I would take good care of them and they would never want for anything. The rules were slightly different in my house though. There was only one rule, do as I say and show no disrespect or you’ll be spanked. They all nodded. I continued on saying “you might think you’re too old for a spanking but I don’t. I think it is the best way to get a point across.” They paid close attention and I moved on. “Now the majority of you are in college or going to college. I live pretty close to the college and I know you lived with your mother so I would love to have you live at my house, but if you want to a get a dorm that’s alright as well. I’ve set up rooms for you. Designed to you taste, I hope, and they will always be there for you.” I saw tears well up in their eyes and they all said they would love to live with me. I knew that they were still sad about their mother and happy that they had a safe place to stay.

Isabella was silently crying to herself she let her head fall on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head and whispered, “It’s alright my little girl. I’m here.” She looked up at me with big hazel blue eyes and then rested her head back on my chest. Arial had begun to sob. I opened my arm to her she came over and sat on the other side of me. I held them both as the twins and Brittani tried to stay strong, but soon they were all on my side of the car crying. I know this is a particularly emotionally sad moment, but having a young goddess sitting on your lap is very hard on your cock. I kept myself composed and held them until they felt better. Then when they didn’t leave I kept holding them. I brought up the idea of Isabella having a party for her birthday; every senior should have a party.

They all agreed just as we pulled up the gravel drive way of the house. I large group of servants were waiting at the door to greet the girls and say hi. We walked in and I gave them a general tour of the house and then we finally went up to see their rooms. I had put my two favorites next to each other. All the girls rooms were the size of a master bedroom. Isabella’s favorite colors were pink, grey, and black. So her room had a Chinese cherry blossom theme. The walls were a varied shade of grey and there was a border along the bottom half of the wall. A cherry blossom tree with black branches and the pillows and bed set matched. All the furniture was a dark black wood to match the branches of the trees. The pillows and bed spreads all followed the same theme. We left her to unpack and discover all the little presents in the room. We moved on to Arial’s room. Arial was an actor. Her room was a subtle tribute to Hollywood.

The pillows were silver stars with a red comforter and black sheets. The walls were decorated with silver stars on a black sky and near the base there as a red carpet. She squealed loudly and gave me a huge hug and went to explore and unpack. Next was Brittani’s. Her room was a Parisian paradise. Brittani was very much so a girly girl. She had lovely antique mirror. Her bed was the only bed that wasn’t wooden. Hers was a wire canopy bed. All she did was look at it opened mouthed. She smiled at us and then turned and said, “I’ll see you later.” She promptly shut the door and pumped up music. Lastly was the twins; they had two separate rooms connected by two adjoined bathrooms. Their rooms were Indian themed, except they were each opposite, so if one pillow was purple with gold flowers the other room was gold with purple flowers. They smiled and I left them to their unpacking.

As I was heading back downstairs to finish some work before dinner, Isabella came out of her room holding a black velvet box. In the box was a white gold necklace with a pendant in the shape of a flower with a heart for the center. It was made out of black, pink, and grey diamonds. She handed it to me and asked if I would help her put it on. She turned around and lifted her hair. I hooked the clasp and she turned around. The necklace fit close and high on her neck. I had gotten one for all of them. Arial’s was a star, Brittani’s was the word Paris, and the Twins’ was a rose. In their bathrooms there was a small jewelry box that had other pendants that they could put on the chain. Little did they know that this would be their collar. They sat perfectly on their necks. Isabella kept looking up and down trying to avoid my eyes. She asked, “Michael can I call you…can I call you dad?” I smiled down at her catching her eyes and said, “Yes, my little girl. Of course you can.” I pulled her into an embrace and then scooted her back into her room.

That night we had dinner together and they were all wearing them. We talked for a while about what they would like to do and of course went further into things they could and couldn’t do. I told them that tomorrow we could go shopping and get some new clothes and things. They all looked happy and they went off to bed. I slept well that night and several times I went to check on the girls and consoled them until they stopped crying. I was full of hope. The next day we went shopping Isabella and Arial stuck close to me. We got them perfume and things. By the time it was time to meet up with the other girls we barely had any bags. They had been to shy to get the things they wanted. Katherine, Carolyn, and Brittani were all the same. They only had two or three bags each. I sent them off again telling them to get things they really liked and wanted. I told them not to be shy about the money. I was determined to spoil them. So when we met again we all had too many bags to carry. I gave them a big hug and we walked off to the car with a line of about five sales clerks following us.

Over the next few weeks we did a lot of fun stuff. Planning Bella’s party and the girls having sleepovers, In the end I still think they were sad, but they were happy to be in a loving home. A week before the party I snagged their laptops and told them I was getting them new better ones. Before I gave them over to my computer techs I wanted to check them out and see what was on them. There was nothing out of the ordinary until I came to Arial’s and Isabella’s. First, there was a collection of BDSM stories. The majority of them were romantic and very detailed. All the women were subs. There were no female dominants and the male doms were all gentle, but firm when need be. There were also conversations between the two of them about what they thought about them. It had apparently affected them both. They had accepted the fact of who they were in their core.

Sat back and thought for a moment. There had always been something that pulled me to these two. Now I knew what it was. Arial was so much better at hiding it then Bella was. With Bella it seeped out and seemed to have taken over especially when she was around me. All this stuff had been password locked. I transferred it onto their new apples and made it impossible to tell that anyone other than them had been in there recently. The night of the party was intense. All I could think about was what would happen at the end of it. I watched Bella. She seemed to be in her element. She was beautiful and glowing a social butterfly. She was smiling and laughing and she stuck with her girl friends. It was obvious guys wanted her, but she ignored them. She did dance with me once. It did finally come to an end.

Parents came to pick kids up or some of them drove home. I made sure that all of the kids got home safe. I helped clean up and sent the girls off to bed. I waited an hour until I was sure. The house was quiet and everyone was asleep. I slipped into her room. She was sleeping gracefully on her side. I walked over to her thinking. “This is where it all begins. Your life is about to change. I will become your Master. I will help you down a path from which there is no return. Though you do not start willingly, you eventually will walk it next to me. You will walk willingly.” I stretched out my hand to tie her wrist to the head board.

Chapter 1: Isabella’s Training…coming soon!

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Five new daughters who need protection. Who need the skills to know how to find a man who will take care of them and never leave them. Who better to teach them than their step father.