Caught!

I was so fucking mad when I realized this I tried to yank the leash again, but Uncle Mitch jerked the leash so hard that it whipped my head around and brought tears to my eyes.

Stunned at how quickly I’d been transformed from a girl looking at YouTube into a scared powerless tart on a leash I seethed in anger — at myself, at Billy Whittier and his unknown friend, at Uncle Mitch. Dammit. Daddy had been so right.

I was wiping the tears away from my cheeks and still trying to catch my breath when I realized what Uncle Mitch was doing. His hands were on his grey slacks, the end of the leash wound tightly around his palm while he calmly unzipped his pants and took out his cock.

I couldn’t believe it.

All thoughts of getting embarrassed, of having my picture taken, of standing in the corner vanished. Uncle Mitch, my Uncle Mitch, was some kind of pervert. And he wanted me to suck him. Or worse.

I tried to jerk my head away, to lean back away from him, my hands on his thighs trying to push him away. But he choked up on the leash until his hand was right next to my neck and he forced me into place, my lips only inches from his fat cock.

And it was really fat. Even though it wasn’t fully erect, it was larger around than any I’d seen before. Thicker than Billy’s. Fatter than David’s. It was even bigger around than the roommate of Trevor’s, a boy I’d given a blowjob to without even knowing his name because I liked his eyes. And his cock had been huge. Uncle Mitch’s was ruddy and solid, poking out of his soft grey slacks, swelling even bigger as I watched it searching for attention. Searching for me.

I was beyond pissed. No girl likes to have a cock shoved in her face. And never mind that it was Uncle Mitch, who had been a fixture of stability and cool reasonableness in my life ever since he’d changed my diapers when I was a baby. It was so unfair I wanted to cry.

And yet.

There was that tickle between my legs. The only cock my pussy had ever had was Billy’s, which was nowhere near this big. And we’d only actually done it twice. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to stop my pussy from screaming me! me! me! as loudly as it could, like it did every time I got a cock in my mouth. I clenched my teeth, my mind racing, frantically trying to decide if there was a way for me to resist.

Uncle Mitch took his cock in his free hand. He’d wound so much of the leash around his palm that his hand was snugged up against my throat, and he pulled my lips closer to his cock. I struggled, but his grip on the leash was too tight.

I tried to push myself away again, even harder this time, but Uncle Mitch just steadily pulled on the collar until I thought I’d choke. And he didn’t stop until I stopped pushing. My throat hurt, and I was gasping for air.

There was no other choice. I was going to have to do it.

My mind raced, trying to rationalize my decision. It couldn’t be so bad. Anything to get that damned collar off and get Uncle Mitch to leave me alone. Then I could find some way to stop him from blackmailing me, and maybe even figure out a way to get even. Besides, there was that damnable tickle between my legs, begging me to go on.

I opened my mouth.

“That’s better,” Uncle Mitch said as he took his cock in his hand and slid it into my open mouth. I could feel it stiffening, growing harder and longer. That was a new sensation for me, because all of the cocks I’d ever blown were already hard by the time I got my lips on them.

The funny thing was, once it was in my mouth I didn’t mind so much. It was familiar. I knew this. I knew what this cock wanted. It was no different than all the others — Billy’s and David’s and Trevor’s roommate’s. It just wanted to be stroked and loved and then gush hot sperm. I could do this. A few minutes and it’d be all over.

My mouth watered.

Cautiously I slurped Uncle Mitch’s fat cock, his hand resting on my head and holding me in place. I tickled the underside with my tongue and sucked just a little on the end. It swelled even larger in my mouth, and it made me feel all girly to realize that it was what I was doing that was making it bigger.

I reached up to take it in my hands, to stroke it while I licked, but Uncle Mitch smacked my head again and said, “Did I tell you to do that? Put your hands down.”

My head hurt and I wanted to yell ouch, but with my mouth full of Uncle Mitch’s cock there was no way. I put my hands on his strong thighs, the grey material of his slacks soft and warm under my fingers. He started to slowly fuck my mouth, pushing his fat cock a little deeper down my throat with every thrust. I was surprised at how long he could do it without cumming. None of the boys I’d given blowjobs to had ever lasted this long. Uncle Mitch just slowly drove himself into me, over and over, and after a while my lips and throat got really sore. I tried to pull away to give my mouth a rest but he cuffed me on the back of the head again and yanked me back into place with the leash.

I’d been turned into some kind of fuck machine, without needs of my own, without consciousness.

It didn’t matter that I wanted to reach between my legs and rub my pussy. It didn’t matter that it hurt having that cock pushed so far into my mouth. It didn’t matter that I was mad or that I didn’t want this.

It was as if the physical connection between the hard cock and my mouth rewired me, made me ready for sex no matter what my mind thought. My pussy was tingling and crying for attention just like it did when I was willingly blowing Billy or David.

With one big difference.

When I gave blowjobs to boys I was the one doing all the work. I licked, I sucked, I bobbed my head up and down and used my hands to do it right. I had this thing I did where I’d twist my hands in opposite directions around his cock while I sucked the end, and all the boys would moan. But this was totally different because I wasn’t allowed to do anything but sit in a chair with my mouth open.

It wasn’t until I started gasping for air that I really realized how excited I was, how wet my pussy had become. I tried to swallow, as if that would convince my pussy to stop reaching for an orgasm. This was a blowjob. That’s all. But the fact that I was being forced to obey, to do only what Uncle Mitch demanded was thrilling in ways I’d never experienced before.

So I was crestfallen when he let out a deep sigh of contentment and pulled his cock from my mouth.

“Why did you..” I didn’t even get the word out before I was cuffed on the head again. It’s not like it hurt. Not really. But it sure was getting annoying. And I was catching on — don’t talk, and don’t do anything you’re not told to or you’ll get cuffed. Again.

“Come along,” he said, giving a gentle tug on the leash and walking away from Dad’s computer desk.

I scrambled to get to my feet, which immediately made Uncle Mitch angry. I could tell by the look on his face. I didn’t get cuffed this time, but he seized the leash near my neck and pulled my head towards the ground. My face was almost on the carpet and I was definitely off balance when he gave the leash a tug and I fell onto my hands and knees.

“Good girl,” Uncle Mitch whispered, ruffling my hair. I got it — if you’re wearing a doggie collar you’re supposed to walk on all fours like a dog. Grrr.

I didn’t know whether to bite him or just pant like a puppy. I didn’t have the time to feel as humiliated as I wanted to, because Uncle Mitch immediately walked towards the staircase, giving the leash a little tug to tell me to follow. I scrambled on my hands and knees to keep up, which kind of hurt, even on Mom’s plush carpet.

When we got to the staircase Uncle Mitch stood aside and tugged the leash up the stairs, signaling me that I was to go up ahead of him. I hadn’t crawled up those stairs since I was three, I thought as obediently went up. I tried not to wiggle my bottom, really I did.

Uncle Mitch came up the stairs behind me, holding the other end of my leash. Right when my hands touched the second floor he tugged me to a stop and said, “Stay.”

At least, that’s what I thought he said. It was kind of hard to tell, because suddenly his voice was soft and kind of raspy, coming from right behind me, and I do mean behind. I could tell his blue eyes would be almost level with my ass, which felt infuriatingly warm. It was definitely getting hard to breathe, and I couldn’t tell if it was more from arousal or fear.

What was he going to do? I needed to be fondled almost as much as I feared more attention from my uncle. The thought that he might want to use the part that only Billy had ever touched made me weak and trembly.

I felt Uncle Mitch lift my short skirt. He pushed it up and let it rest on my back, so all that was between my uncle and my nether regions was a tiny pair of pink cotton panties.

I gulped.

Uncle Mitch didn’t hesitate, though. He pulled firmly on my leash, holding me in place with one hand while he pulled my panties down my bare legs to my knees.

“Oh, my,” he said. “I’ll bet Daddy doesn’t know about this, does he?”

My dizzy mind hadn’t quite fathomed what was happening to me at all, and so it took me a moment to realize what he was talking about.

Suicide Girls.

I had discovered them online a while ago. They have nothing to do with suicide. It’s sort of an online community of really cute sexy girls who are outside of the mainstream, the kind of girls who would have been called ‘fringe’ in high school. Their website is a sort of Myspace, where they hang out and talk to each other and show off pictures of themselves in sexy poses.