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There’s a Whore in My House Ch. 4
Loser Daddy surrenders more of his life to Mallory
By Subone1
There is not a lot of sex in this story. So, if you’re looking for a quick wank, you may want to keep scrolling for the next story 😊. If you haven’t read the first three parts of this story, it would behoove you to do so. The fictional characters depicted here are practicing consensual, fantasy S in fact, I enjoyed being there.
Mallory left without talking to me. The stylist crooked her finger at me and called me over to her chair. She never said a word to me, just started in on my hair. She had me purposely turned away from the large mirror on the wall. The first thing she did was shave the entire left side of my head!
‘What the fuck!’ I thought! But the fun was just starting.
The stylist then dyed the left side of my head, or what was left of my hair on that side, a vibrant baby pink color. In the middle of the pink, she stenciled, then dyed black, a large capital ‘M’ for Mallory, about five inches tall and three inches wide.
The hair on the right side of my head was dyed a platinum blonde. After the dyeing, it was teased, curled, and God knows what else! Let’s just say I looked a hell of lot like Shirley Temple on that side of my head!
Before I was released from the chair, the stylist also dyed my eyebrows a deep purple color! She finally spun me around and let me look in the mirror. My mouth fell open, I literally looked like a fucking clown! I barely recognized myself!
The stylist took a picture and texted it to Mallory to get her approval, barely able to contain her giggling. Mallory gave her a thumbs up and the stylist told me Mallory would be back soon to get me. I sat in the hair salon, suffering the stares of the other patrons, for at least 45 minutes waiting for Mallory to return.
When Mallory finally walked back into the salon to get me, she squealed with delight when she saw me.
“Oh Loser Daddy! You look so precious! I just love it! Now everyone will know you’re my property and that you belong to me! Isn’t this wonderful?”
“Ummm, yes Mallory, it’s wonderful,” I said with quite a bit less enthusiasm than she was showing.
“Daddy, I found you the perfect gift while shopping for your church clothes!”
She reached into one of her shopping bags and pulled out a pair of black nylon bikini panties, embroidered with large red ants!
She held them up against me right there in the hair salon as the other customers watched, barely able to contain their laughter.
“I’ll think they’ll be a perfect fit! And you love ants so much! Go in the restroom and try them on so we can be sure they fit!”
“Ummm, er, okay Mallory.”
While I was slipping into the panties in the restroom, Mallory opened the door and told me to come out once I had them on! Jesus! Seriously!?
I opened the restroom door and sheepishly stepped into the main part of the hair salon, which was still quite full of ladies of various ages. Mallory was purposely at the far end of the salon. She started clapping her hands and making cat calls as I walked out.
“Model them for us Daddy!”
I slowly walked toward Mallory as the ladies all whooped and hollered. To my horror, I started to get a stiffy! A couple of the ladies actually slapped my ass as I walked by! Mallory noticed my growing bulge.
“Oh Loser Daddy, you’re getting a darling little hard on! How cute! You love showing off your new panties for all these ladies, don’t istanbul Escort Bayan you Daddy!?”
I opted not to answer her, but truth be told, I WAS enjoying the humiliation!
One lady actually reached out and squeezed my little guy as I walked past her! This brought a raucous uproar from the other customers. I felt like I was the entertainment at a bachelorette party! When I finally reached Mallory, she pulled the front of my panties down so the waistband was under my little boy nuts. My less than impressive package was completely exposed to every lady in the salon!
“Now turnaround and walk back to the restroom without adjusting your panties, Daddy!”
I obediently did as she told me. The laughter was deafening, the insulting comments were too much. I started crying!
“Good God! Look how small that thing is! And that’s his hard on!?”
“My six-year-old son is bigger than that!”
“Awww, he’s crying! I’d cry too if that was my manhood!”
“Seriously, is that your dick!?”
I made it back to the restroom and took the ant panties off.
Mallory banged on the door, “Don’t be pounding your pud in there Daddy, you’ll pay dearly if you do!”
“I won’t Mallory.”
I got dressed and we left the salon, Mallory handed me all of her shopping bags to carry.
When we got to the car, Mallory announced she had to pee again. Jesus, we had JUST walked out of the mall, she could have used the restroom there! I was just about to unlock the doors and get in.
She stood right in front of me, “Pee Daddy.”
“Yes Mallory, I’ll take care of it.”
I took a quick glance around to ensure no one was near us. I then knelt down in front of her and leaned my head all the way back the way she likes, mouth open, ready to receive her yellow gift. Thank God we were in between cars! She straddled my face and let her stream of warm yellow piss flow directly into my waiting mouth.
“Oh, that feels good! I’ve been holding that pee in forever!”
“Thank you for pissing in my mouth Mallory.”
“You’re welcome, Loser. One more stop, let’s head to the jewelry store. You may want to wipe my piss off your chin before we go into the jewelry store.”
The jewelry store was relatively uneventful, compared to the hair salon anyway. I certainly got my fair share of stares, however! The piercing of my ears was less painful than I anticipated. I had to wear simple gold post earrings for the first 24 hours in order for the piercing to heal. Mallory bought some dangle earrings that had a large capital ‘M’ on them.
“These will look great on you Daddy!” she said, holding them up to my ears. “With these on, plus my initial dyed into your hair, everyone will know I own you!”
I knew she was right, she DID own me, and she certainly controls every aspect of my life! As I said when I started this story, I’ve got it bad, always have. I’m just a wimp around pretty women, so I welcomed this sort of treatment. We headed home after the jewelry store and just hung out for the rest of the day. As soon as we got home, Mallory locked me back in my chastity cage.
I cooked steaks on the grill, and we shared a bottle of red wine. I briefly felt like a true married couple! That is, until she got a little buzzed and started her verbal humiliation and taunts. I noticed that her sadistic streak normally came out after she had a couple of drinks.
“You know Daddy, I’ve been thinking about our plan to get you castrated,” she said as she swirled her wine around istanbul Escort in her glass.
OUR plan!? Not hardly! But whatever.
She continued, “And while that would certainly be fun, it would just be over too quickly, ya know?”
I nodded as she continued.
“Maybe instead of castration, I should just slowly beat the shit out of your little dick and balls until they simply don’t work anymore. I mean, they hardly work anyway, it’s just a nub and a sack hanging between your legs, but it would still be fun.”
“Whatever you think is best Mallory.”
“Oh, I know it’s totally up to me, I’m just thinking out loud. It IS kinda funny when it tries to get hard though,” she said with a slightly drunk giggle.
“I wonder if some of my clients would like to fuck you in the ass? I bet I could pimp you out and make some money off your ass.”
Where did THAT come from!?
I sensed her sadistic streak starting to emerge. I stood and attempted to bid her goodnight and head to the relative safety of my room before she turned mean.
I was too late.
“Where do think you’re going Wimp Daddy?”
“Ummm, sort of tired, was gonna head to bed Mallory.”
“Sit back down Daddy, I feel like hurting you tonight. Your night isn’t over yet. Pour me some more wine.”
Oh shit. “Yes Mallory.”
I came back with a fresh bottle of wine.
“Take your clothes off Daddy.”
Gulp. And so, it begins.
“Get the zip ties. I’ll be right back.” She stood and walked upstairs.
I’m in for some pain for sure! I scurried off to the kitchen to fetch the zip ties for her. I returned to the family room and waited for her return.
I looked up as she walked down the stairs, her big tits flopping around with each step. She was wearing a pair of lime green, five-inch, stiletto high heels and sunglasses. Her hair was back in a high and tight ponytail, and she had my cage key necklace around her neck as usual. The spikes on her shoes were shiny gold and very pointed. She was smoking a Virginia Slim 120 extra-long cigarette and had applied bright red lipstick while she was upstairs. She carried the pack of cigarettes in her hand.
Suddenly I got very nervous, she clearly meant business tonight, I had never seen her like this. What had been a nice night at home had taken an ominous turn.
She walked right up to me, her tits pressing against my chest, removed the cigarette from her sexy mouth and blew her smoke right in my face. She just smirked. We both knew I was putty in her pretty little hands. She took the zip ties and fastened my hands behind my back.
“You’re a worthless piece of shit, you know that right?”
“Yes Mallory. I know I am worthless.”
“And you’re a piece of shit, right Daddy?”
“Yes Mallory, I’m a piece of shit.”
“I mean, you let an innocent little 18-year-old girl move into your house one day. The next thing you know she shares all your finances, has married you, and controls every aspect of your life. What a fucking loser. Say it. Tell Mallory what a fucking loser you are.”
“I’m a fucking loser Mallory.”
“Yes, you are. And I’m going to show you what I do to worthless, fucking, small dick, masochistic losers. But first, the time has come. It’s time for you to beg me to hurt you. Beg me. Beg me to hurt you, Daddy.”
Ah…so here we are again. Yet another milestone in our relationship. I feel like I am about to descend another level in hell. But it’s too late to turn back now, she owns me, we both Escort istanbul know it and we both want it this way. And besides, she was right. I’m such a perverted loser that I’ll do it, I will beg her to hurt me.
“Mallory, will you please hurt me? Please Mallory, I’m begging you. It’s a privilege to be abused by you.”
She smiled a huge smile and blew her smoke in my face again. She liked what she heard.
“Are you sure Daddy? Because I plan to be very cruel and vicious to you once you agree that this is what you want.”
She continued, “You realize that you’re giving me a blank check to do whatever I want to you, right?”
“Yes Mallory. I am giving myself to you. Do what you want to me.” Jesus I am pathetic!
“And you realize that I thrive on hurting you, I need it to survive, like food. And like a drug, each time I’ll want more and more.”
I nodded.
“Perfect. Then let’s begin.”
She walked into the kitchen to get something, I stared at her perfect bubble butt as it swayed back and forth. She came back with a small wooden cutting board, duct tape, and some scissors.
She saw me staring at the scissors and giggled. “Don’t worry Daddy, I’m not gonna cut your little wee wee off! At least not tonight!” she said laughing.
Her humor was lost on me at the moment.
She took the chastity cage off; my little guy tried to stand up immediately. She noticed my little hard on and immediately swatted it playfully with her hand.
“This just proves you love this abuse; this little guy is ready to play! Kneel down facing the coffee table, as close as you can get to it.”
I knelt down as instructed, my hands securely behind my back. She placed the small wooden cutting board on the table, directly under my dick.
“I realized your pathetic balls have been having all the fun Daddy. It’s time to show your little pecker some love.”
Using the duct tape, she taped my cock to the cutting board as I knelt there. She put the tape as close to my body as she could, so most of my dick was lying flat on the board, exposed, and not covered by the tape.
She had stubbed out her first cigarette in an ashtray, but now grabbed the pack to light a fresh one. Standing back, she admired her handy work, and took a long drag on her cigarette.
“Yes, this should do nicely,” she said with a satisfied smile as she took another sip of wine.
She went back into the kitchen, I heard her rummaging around in the drawers, looking for something.
“Daddy, where do we keep the meat tenderizer?” she called out.
Oh, my fucking God!! A meat tenderizer!?
“It’s in the drawer to the left of the oven Mallory.”
She walked back into the family room, meat tenderizer in one hand, cigarette in the other. I heard her pee splash on the kitchen floor while she was out there.
In a feigned voice she said, “Now where did I put that ashtray?”
I watched her, scared and nervous.
“Oh well, I’ll just use this.”
She stepped toward me, took the cigarette out of her mouth, and flicked the ashes on my cock as it was taped to the cutting board.
“Now Daddy, I want to remind you that just a short while ago, you begged me to hurt you, right?”
I nodded, “Yes Mallory, I want you to hurt me.”
“You get off on this, don’t you Loser?”
“Yes, Mallory I do.”
She stepped next to me again and put her cigarette on the head of my cock to extinguish it! She held it there until it went out. I was out of my mind with pain!
“Ughhhhh! Oh fuck! Oh, shit Mallory! That hurts like a motherfucker!”
“Awww, sorry Daddy, guess I just misplaced that silly ashtray.”
The ashtray was on the end table next to the couch, we both knew it. I looked down at the head of my cock. It was beet red and already starting to blister. Tears were streaming down my face.
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