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.

Chapter 1: Isabella’s Training

Part 1: The First Night

I tied her wrist and ankles first with scarves for cushioning. Then attached handcuffs over them. I pulled the blanket down and carefully took off her bra and panties. She had begun to fidget when I started to do that. I placed a small trainer gag in her mouth before she could come completely to consciousness. I began to run my hands down her body gently touching and stroking. Her nipples were hard as she finally came completely aware of what was happening to her. It was then that she realized that her hands were tied. I continued to stroke her. I was still debating whether or not to tell her who I was straight out or keep it a secret until the end of her training. I took one of her nipples into my mouth gently letting my tongue swirl around it.

I let my hand trail down her stomach to gently stroke and touch her pussy. Her body went rigid. I knew that I any of this was to work I was going to have to get her to relax and trust me. I needed to take her on a journey, but she couldn’t do it like this. I slid up so that my mouth was at her ear. I made my decision then and there that I would be straight forward with her from the start. So I started talking. “I’m going to give you what you want. I know what’s in your core. I read the stories and conversations you and your sister Arial had on you computer. I can teach you how to be the girl that you read about. I can make you the perfect submissive. It’s a journey down a dark path, but don’t be afraid I’ll guide you.” I gave her a moment to process before I spoke again. While I waited I gently stroked her hair. I traced her eyes out underneath the blind fold.

After a few minutes I whispered in her ear again, “My little girl, will you let me train you to be the perfect submissive?” There was a moment of silence and then she hesitantly nodded. For the rest of the night I spent turning on her body. I place kisses everywhere. Her body slowly got hotter and hotter. I kissed and lick her pussy she was dripping and wet and ready, but this first month was just about touch. I wanted her first cum to miraculous. I was going to spend the next four weeks tormenting and bringing her body to the height of arousal and never letting her fall over into bliss. Before I left for the evening I explained a few things to her. “Isabella, I know your going to want to make me happy by pretending, but that’s not the way it works. Don’t resist the urge to fight it. If you pretend I can never remove the questioning in you. You can’t live the life you have chosen and still harbor fighting thoughts. You have to give in and accept yourself for who you are at your core. Then you have to mold your core into the perfect being and I can help you with both of those, but you have to let me. Do you understand?”

She nodded. “None of your training sessions leave the room. Of course as you get further along it will start to affect your behavior, but other than that it shouldn’t transfer. Now I’m going to remove the gag and you can ask me a few questions, but I can’t guarantee I’ll answer you.” She nodded again and I removed the gag. I watched her stretch her jaw and wait patiently. I waited to, I knew exactly what she wanted, she wanted me to remove the blindfold, but I wasn’t going to.

“Are you going to remove the blindfold?”

“No.” I responded in a very final tone.

“What should I call you?”

“You may call me: Master, Daddy, or sir. It is up to you.”

“Did you go looking for the stories or did you find them by accident?”

“I was looking on your computer for a reason as to why you kept your eyes down around me and I came upon that folder.”

“Do you want to know why I did what I did?”

“Well why don’t you tell me any way.”

“I did it because whenever I read those stories I always pictured you. I’ve always imagined you as my master.”

Her voice had gotten solemn at the end. I knew this would end happy for me. I kissed her forehead and allowed her one more question. “Master is this just for me or is it for all of us?” I thought for a moment and then said, “I’m going to train all of you so that you don’t get the same thing as you mother. I’m going to train you so that you will attract a man who will love you and take care of you for the rest of your lives.” “But Master, what if, in the end, we choose to stay?” I let the extra question slide, “First of all that’s a whole other question.” I could tell she was blushing and opened her mouth to apologize. “Second of all you can stay if you wish. I told you girls that I love you and I meant it. I will always be there for you and if you choose to spend the rest of your lives with me, than so be it.” I kissed her mouth just as she began to ask another question and then pulled away saying goodnight. I left her there horny and hot. Her pussy dripping, her hands tied, and her eyes blindfolded all night. I woke up early and untied my precious little girl. I brushed a strand of hair away from her face and tucked her in.

Part 2: It’s All About Touch

The next four weeks were all about touch. The first couple of nights all I did was touch her. I let my fingers trace over her skin. I was the first person to ever rub her clit. I quickly became acclimated to her body. I knew just how far I could take her with actually taking her over. By the second week I introduced vibrators. I needed her to stop trying to control her feelings and just let loose. I needed her to get needy, to stop hiding in her shell and burst out. I wanted her to let every emotion to wash over her and for her to loose control. I demanded that she feel overcome with the need for release. I saw it was there and I saw she was fighting it. There were days, after really hot sessions the night before, that I saw her walking down the hall trying to control herself. I noticed her squeezing her legs together trying to stop something that was happening to her.

I remember when I finally broke through the first barrier. All of her sisters were going away for a college retreat the third weekend in November. So we would have the house to ourselves. The night they left I came into her room as usual. She was waiting there spread eagle. I walked in and blindfolded her as had become tradition. Mostly because I didn’t want her dominant sense to get the way. I tied her down to the bead with silk rope and gagged her. I placed a vibrator directly on her clit and turned it on a frequency that would keep her on the brink and never bring her over no matter what she did. She was tied taut enough that she couldn’t move. I had set a pan underneath her incase she needed to pee and left. I watched her progress from my office. I had set up cameras in all the girls’ rooms.

I finally broke through. By four in the morning her moans were breaking though the gag. Her body had broken out in a sweat. I had finally let loose her primitive need for release. I left her like that for a few more hours, before I came in and turned off the vibrator. I loosened the rope, but didn’t completely untie her until four in the afternoon when her pussy finally stopped clenching and unclenching. I woke her up and bathed her. I completely avoided her pussy and let her sleep until eleven Saturday night. I returned again and hooked her up the same way and left her two thirty I had the same results as earlier. On Sunday it happened almost instantly. Now when I saw her in the hallway she was squirming and breathing hard. Everything seemed to stimulate her clit.

The last weekend in November would be a night to remember. We had the house to ourselves. I found an outfit that I thought would be perfect for her. It was a pink and black lace bra set, with a matching robe. I also bought her a new set of heels. They were slightly higher than she was use to, but she would be able to survive in them. The dress that I got her was pink and black as well.  I went to right below the knee with a slit up to mid thigh. It was practically backless except for lace that ran across her back and also tightened it. It would prepare her for the corset I was going to give her next weekend. I laid all this, along with her necklace, on the bed. This would be one of the few times that the training left her room. That afternoon while she was at the spa I set it out on her bed. I then went to set up my room.

At seven o’clock I knocked on her bedroom door. Around five o’clock she had come home from the spa relaxed and smelling sweet. She went to her room to get ready and had been in there ever since. She opened the door when I knocked and she stood in the door way. She looked gorgeous. I had had a maid help her to tighten her dress so that it fit snuggly. She wouldn’t forget about it tonight. As I stood there I imagined her body in the corset. I felt myself get hard, but for the moment I ignored it and simply took her arm and led her downstairs. In her hands she held her diary. I had asked her to keep one to write down her thoughts and feelings. At the end of the month I would read them all. It was a nice night so we had dinner outside on the patio off of the kitchen. Despite the fact that we both knew what was going to happen tonight, we nerd an enjoyable meal. We had steak and salad. I enjoyed a glass of wine while she drank sparkling water in a wineglass. I let no have a sip of my wine when she asked, which wasn’t often. The conversation was fun and relaxed.

I walked her up to her room at 9:45 and told her that she had fifteen minutes to get ready. She was to be standing in her lingerie and robe wearing the blindfold I had laid out for her. I went and made sure that everything was set in my room and changed. When I knocked on her door I was wearing black silk boxers and a robe. I entered her room and as I did she did something I had never seen her do before. She gracefully got on her knees. I smiled she had so much potential. I quietly walked and kneeled behind her. I moved her hair away from her neck and gently kissed it. It was in that moment I knew that tonight would be a night of training. Tonight would be a night filled with passion. I would mold her into perfection starting right now. I gently, but firmly grabbed her calves and spread her legs farther apart. I then moved to the front and placed her hands on her thighs, palms down. I whispered in her ear, “When you kneel this is how you will do it. Legs spread, ass off your feet, palms down, head down, hair off neck.” Her head immediately dropped. I stood up and told her to stand up and try it all again. She got to her feet and gracefully kneeled once more.

She flowed into the position as if it was natural, as if it were something she did all the time. Her hair laid to the left exposing the arch of her neck. I saw her abs go hard the work with the trainer was paying off. She held herself straight.  I kneeled in front of her and began stroking her pussy right there. After about five minutes I noticed her mouth was open a bit and she was panting and shifting. It was becoming more of a strain for her to keep still. Time for the next lesson. Isabella had the amazing ability to convey everything she wanted in her eyes. I loved that about her and that’s what I wanted from her. Later on in our lie together I wanted her cum in one fluid motion. I wanted her eyes locked on mine and her backed arched up and her mouth opened in a silent primitive cry of passion.  I pulled down the blindfold and said, “I want you to show me everything your feeling in your eyes and no where else. I want you to take the passion, need, lust, and everything else that you’re feeling and show it to me only in your eyes.” It took a few moments and then I saw it happen. Gradually she stopped moving her eyes got darker and brighter at the same time. They seemed to glow with everything she was feeling. They looked as if they were moving like a flame. They met my eyes and locked in with them. They wouldn’t let go. I crept into her panties and started stroking her clit. Letting my finger dance its way up and down her soaking wet slit. I saw something new enter her eyes. I intensified my rubbing only to see it become more and more evident. I knew her well enough to know when she was afraid.

“What are you afraid of?” I continued to stroke her.

“I can’t control whatever your doing to me and I don’t know whats going to happen.”

“Baby, I’m going to make you cum. It will be the most pleasurable thing you will ever feel. But if you want to feel it you have to let go and trust me.”

I kept my eyes locked in on hers and kissed hard and passionate letting my tongue tango with hers. I pulled away and whispered, “Let Go.” I saw it and within a minute of my words her breath stopped, her mouth opened wide, and her body and mind gave way to ultimate pleasure. Her boy moved only to arch towards me as she cam all over my hand I kept stroking her and she collapsed in my arms. I picked her up gingerly and carried her to my room and prepared for the next phase.