Becoming A Good Girl

My name is Alice and I am Daddy's Good Girl.  Here is my story.

I have always been chubby and not very pretty.  In high school, if you aren't anorexic, you are fat and I was always considered a "fat girl".  When I started to mature, I grew big boobs so I became known as a the fat girl with big boobs.  My boobs started to make me attractive to some of the guys and most of my dates where just guys that wanted to feel my boobs.

On one of those dates, the guy convinced me to put his cock in my mouth.  I liked how he reacted so I decided to get good at sucking cock.  And I did.  That changed my label to the fat slut with big boobs that sucks cocks.  I guess I sucked a lot of cocks in high school.  Everyone knew it.  Most guys didn't even bother to try to get into my pants but one guy did and I was fucked for the first time.  I liked it, a lot, so I let any guy that wanted to, fuck me.  I would suck his cock but would make him fuck me to finish.  So when this got around school, my label changed again to just "that slut".  The parents called me a "bad girl".  

My home life was OK in high school.  I could pretty much do what I wanted which is why I was able to suck so much cock and get laid.  My dad pretty much ignored me unless I was getting a punishment.  Once I got caught with a bunch of condoms in my purse.  My Mom called me a slut (confirming what the kids at high school called me) and my dad paddled my bare ass.  I cried and it hurt but it also made me wet.  I was puzzled by that.  Why did I get horny from a paddling?

When high school was over, I got a job and the bad girl in me got badder.  I learned to smoke, drink, smoke weed and become more of a slut.  I got my first ass-fucking when I was in my early 20s.  It hurt like hell but I learned to get used to it and even like it a little.  It was dirty and I was a dirty girl.  My oral aptitude expanded as well.  I finally learned how to deep throat, which made me very popular, especially with the hung guys.  I joined different porn web sites and advertised my skills.  It was on one of those web sites where I hooked up with my first black cock.  They say "once you go black, you never go back" but I did go back and still drank plenty of white cum from white cocks.

I seemed I liked the rough guys the most and when a guy first throat-fucked me, I liked it.  Pretty soon I was hooking up with the roughest guys and was getting throat-fucked, slapped, spanked and tit-slapped.  I also learned to give rim jobs and Ass to Mouth.  I liked it all.  

By the time I was in my mid-30s, I was doing cam shows as well as hooking up with guys in hotel rooms.  Then I got into humiliation.  I would dress up like a pig, crawl around on all fours and oink, let them piss on me, and generally humiliate me in any way I wanted.  I got a lot of attention but didn't really feel good about myself.  And I had no long term relationship in my life. I was feeling an empty spot inside and was starting to think that I would be a single humiliation-cock-slut for the rest of my life.

I had a lot of "friends" on the porn social media sites and I chatted with many of them.  For the ones that lived close enough, I would often offer to hook up with them.  It was on one of those sites where I first met Daddy.  Of course he didn't call himself Daddy.  His tag was "Master of Women" which intrigued me.  My chats with him were different.  He didn't come across as a horn dog whose only interest was convincing me to drink his cock fluids.  He asked about my life, my job, what I liked to do when I wasn't sucking cocks, what life was like growing up, etc.  He seemed to want to get to know me.  I enjoyed this non-sexual attention and was always happy to see him online.  

We did talk about what I was doing with other men and had done.  I felt comfortable enough to open up with him him and told him about things I had done that I was ashamed of.  But he never wanted to talk about what I wanted to do for him, even when I tried to steer the conversation in that direction.  

One day, he started our conversation in a different way.  "You've been a bad girl for a long time and you seem to like it.  Do you think you have what it takes to be a Good Girl?"  I paused before replying.  I noticed that he had capitalized Good Girl.  I was intrigued.  "What do you consider a good girl?" I asked.

He corrected me.  "Good Girl, not good girl.  In fact, the proper term is "Daddy's Good Girl.  A Good Girl is simply "good".  She behaves like a Lady, does what her Daddy tells her to do and pleases him in any way she can.  She only dates Men that Daddy approves of.  She gets rewards when she is good and is punished when she misbehaves".

I had a mixed reaction to his answer.  I was amused, uncomfortable and turned on, all at the same time.  I didn't pursue the topic at that time but my curiosity wouldn't let me leave it alone.  I started asking questions in the chats with him.

"What do you consider Ladylike behavior?"  

"A Lady dresses conservatively and is polite, never swears, does not smoke or drink, keeps her house clean and tidy and adores her Daddy."

"Well, that certainly counts me out."

"Not necessarily.  You could be taught."

"You mentioned rewards.  What are those?"

"Sometimes they are gifts.  Other times you are rewarded with intimate pleasure."

"Can you provide details?"

"No, not at this time.  If you were to apply to become Daddy's Good Girl, I would give you a demonstration of a reward and a punishment."

"How does a girl apply?"

"We need to meet in public place and I would explain the details."

There was that wetness again and I found myself fingering my clit.  I tried to put the whole topic out of my mind but it kept coming back.  I found myself masturbating about the concept of being a Good Girl instead of a bad girl.  I finally admitted to myself that I wasn't happy in the role of a bad girl and that I wanted a Daddy and I wanted him to be pleased with me.  It was a hard admission.

I was used to hooking up with guys for sex so meeting Daddy in a public place was no big deal.  I decided to satisfy my curiosity and find out more about this so-called "application process".  

We arranged to meet at a coffee shop.  I got there early, got a table and watched the parking lot to see if I could spot him.  I was made up and wore a low cut sweater that showed off my cleavage.  He had been very forthcoming about his appearance in his profile.  About 6 feet tall, a little overweight, 60 years old, gray hair.  With that description, I was able to spot him walking in from the parking lot.

I felt a twinge in my pussy.  He had an air about him of self-confidence and he strode in with a sense of purpose and yes, power.  I could tell this was not a man that was out for a quick fuck.  

He entered the shop, looked around and spotted me.  I was instantly nervous.  Why the hell was that?  I had met up with dozens of guys in a similar manner and was never nervous.  With them, I had a sense of control.  I knew that I had something they wanted: 3 holes and the pleasure they provided. I wasn't sure what this guy wanted.  

He smiled at me and walked to the table and sat down.  "Hello Alice.  It's nice to meet you in person.  You are more attractive in person than your pictures. "  I mumbled something in return and tried to look him in the eyes.  He told me what he wanted to drink and "instructed" me to go get it for him.  And I did it!  Normally I would have told him to fuck off but I just did it.  Obviously the day was going to be full of surprises.

After more pleasantries, he got down to business, describing what it would take to become His Good Girl.  "There are two parts to the process.  First, we will meet in a hotel room and I will show you what it is like to be rewarded and punished as a Good Girl.  If you consent to continue the process, we will meet again, in my home, where you will undergo an ordeal that proves you are worthy to be my daughter."

"What kind of ordeal?"

"It is different for every girl and I would not make up my mind what it would be until you showed up."

We parted company and I couldn't wait to get home and have a session with my favorite vibrator.  Now that I had seen him and felt his presence, I couldn't get it out of my mind and my masturbation fantasy had him holding me in my arms, kissing my neck and whispering into my ear that I was his very good girl.  

I held off as long as I could before I messaged him that I would like to take the first step.  We settled on a date and hotel.  He assured me that I could use any safety measures I wanted so I arranged to call a friend at a certain time while I was with him.

He got the room and messaged me the number.  I knocked and he invited me in with a smile.  I was surprised and a little worried when I saw a naked man sitting in the corner.  

"Who is that?  I wasn't counting on a gang bang."

"That is my boy slave.  You can just call him "boy".  His presence here is strictly to increase the pleasure of your reward."  Obviously this was going to be another day of surprises.  

"Alice, please remove all of your clothing.  Boy, lower the lights."

"Well, you don't mess around do you?  Right to the point," I joked.

"And next time, make sure that you don't have any scent of cigarette smoke in your hair, clothing, or breath.  Good Girls don't smoke."

I could see there would be no humor in this session.  I started to remove my clothing.  The boy stood up and took each article of clothing from me and gently folded it and laid it on the second bed.  It was then that I sneaked a look at his cock and was stunned to see it was caged in a penis chastity device.  Daddy noticed my stare.  "The boy isn't allowed any pleasure except what he gets out of serving us.  If it pleases you, you can torture him by making him get an erection.  It's quite painful when he has his cage on.

I finished undressing and Daddy motioned me to stand in the center of the room while he looked me over.  'Oh great', I thought, 'this is going to turn out to be another humiliation session'.  But it wasn't.  Daddy looked me over appreciatively but I didn't think there was much for him to appreciate.

I was about 5'6" and overweight, as I had always been.  I had a belly and my large tits had started to sag.  I had a big ass and thighs.  My hair was black and curly.  I wore makeup but wasn't very good at it.  I was 35 years old and Daddy was 60.  

"The first thing you are going to experience tonight is a mild punishment.  I want you to lay across my lap here and I'm going to paddle you."  I was already starting to get wet and I hoped he wouldn't notice.  

I laid across his lap.  He was still clothed but I thought I could feel his cock pushing up against my belly.  "I can smell your pussy.  I guess spanking turns on you on.  That's helpful to know."

I blushed a bit, something that rarely happened.  Before I had time to ponder it, SMACK.  The first blow of the paddle landed on my ass and I yelped.  

"Boy, cover her mouth.  Alice, if you can't be quiet, we'll have to stop.  We don't want the cops to come."

SMACK.  The second blow landed and I saw stars.  This guy wasn't messing around.  SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.  I was wriggling, squirming, trying to protect my ass and crying.  

"OK, it's over.  If this were a real punishment, there would be a lot more strokes and they might be harder.  Also, I have a variety of implements that I can use for either punishment or pleasure.  Now go to that corner and stand with your hands on your head."

This was unexpected and made me cry harder.  But deep down inside, I felt good or satisfied or contented.  I felt like a release of emotions, regret, guilt, something.  And then there was that pussy juice trickling down the inside of my thighs.  I cried even harder.  

After my crying died down, he came up behind me and pressed his naked body against mine.  I felt his cock nestle into my ass cheeks and his hands fondle my boobs.  He kissed my neck and told me that everything was all right and he was pleased.  He said he wanted me to be his daughter.  Hearing that caused a wave of emotion to come over me and I cried harder.  

After a time, he moved me to sitting on the bed and he held me and told me that it was time for my reward.  Most of the rest of the details of that night are a blur now.  I remember Daddy putting his hands all over my body, exploring and testing to see what felt good to me.  I remember that the first time his finger touched my clit I exploded with an intense orgasm.  

I remember being tied down on the bed with a vibrator in my ass, the boy expertly licking my clit and fingering my pussy, Daddy sucking on my nipples.  I remember orgasm after orgasm and moaning and crying until I was hoarse.  I remember Daddy saying many times "This is how Good Girls get rewarded."

I walked out of the hotel room hours later on unsteady legs, realizing I had just had the best sex of my life and being confused about how much I enjoyed the spanking.     

I couldn't get over my excitement.  I didn't want to appear too anxious but I desperately wanted to know more about what it would take for me to become one of Daddy's Good Girls.  Yes, "one of".  Daddy told me that I would have "sisters" and there would be occasions when I would be with them.  I have never been the jealous type and thought it might be interesting to meet other women in the same situation.  I was surprised to hear that some of my future sisters were Lesbians.  Apparently, sexual preference does not affect having the need for a Daddy.

Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer and messaged Daddy that I wanted to apply to become one of his Good Girls.  He gave me his address and we agreed on a date.  To say I was nervous was a huge understatement.  I debated about which outfit to wear (although I figured I wouldn't be wearing it long), which perfume to wear (Daddy told me he liked perfume), how much makeup, etc.  My body was nervous and my pussy was wet.  I felt like I was going out on my first date.  And in a sense, I was.  My real Dad never took me to a formal or dance so this was my first date with my hopefully soon-to-be surrogate Daddy.

Daddy told me to arrive at 1:00 and plan to be there all afternoon, evening and possibly overnight.  I arrived early, which pleased him, and he had the boy undress me.  I would remain naked for the rest of the time I was there.  He sat on a couch and instructed me to sit on the floor next to him.  I was permitted to touch his leg but not his cock or balls.   He stroked my hair and caressed me frequently as we talked.  He started with an interview.

"Alice, are you addicted to alcohol?"

"No Daddy."

"Then you will stop drinking immediately and will not drink again without my permission."

"Yes Daddy."

"Are you addicted to weed?"

"No Daddy."

"Then you will flush all of your weed down the toilet when you get home and will never smoke weed again."

"Yes Daddy."

"I know you are addicted to cigarettes.  You will never smoke in my presence or let me see you smoking.  You must never let me get a whiff of cigarette smell or you will be punished."

"Yes Daddy."

"All interactions with other men must be approved by me.  I will be liberal in what you are allowed to do with some exceptions.  You are not allowed to let anyone humiliate you again.  No more dressing up like a pig or crawling around on the floor or being pissed on.  If you feel a craving to be humiliated, come to me and I will satisfy your craving."

"Yes Daddy.  You mean I can still have sex with other men?"

"Yes, as long as I approve first.  If you do something with a man and have not cleared it through me, I will punish you."

"Yes Daddy."

"Let me explain to you about honesty.  You must always be 100% honest with me about everything.  No secrets, no white lies.  If you misbehave, you must come to me and tell me about it right away.  If you have a question about something you've done, come to me about it.  If you delay or keep something from me, you will be severely punished."

"Do you know what will happen if you swear?"

"Yes, Daddy, you will wash my mouth out with soap."

"That's correct. Do you understand how you are to dress in public?"

"Yes, Daddy.  No slutty dress.  I must dress like my Daddy would be pleased with."

"That's right.  If you have any questions about correct appearance, your sisters can advise you. The boy is also at your disposal for anything you need help with."

"Daddy, please tell me about the boy.  I'm curious about why he is with you."

"The boy is a submissive heterosexual male, which I consider the lowest form of life.  His needs are met by his service to your sisters and me and the frequent spankings and torture he endures.  He has a job so he can't be here all the time but he has proven to be useful and pleasurable to your sisters."

"How many sisters are there?"

"I don't really know.  Being a Good Girl doesn't require that you be in touch all the time.  Some of them drift away and then come back to be punished and re-educated.  Others are frequently around.  A Good Girl is just that until she decides be be bad again."

For the next part of the process, Daddy gave me a list of things he enjoyed.  Next to each item, there was check boxes for "Enjoy", "Willing to do", "Willing to try", "Not sure", and "No".  Some of the items had a video title with them so I could view a video showing the act on Daddy's computer before I checked a box.  

Going through this list was an educational experience.  Daddy was very kinky and very much into BDSM.  I'm not a prude but I saw things on those videos that I didn't know were possible.  Some of the items were marked "Mandatory" which meant I was disqualified if I wasn't willing to perform the act.  Included in the mandatory items were various forms of boob torture, bondage, confinement, and all forms of corporal punishment.  I had little experience with any of this other than an occasional hand spanking while fucking.  

Once I completed the list, Daddy and I engaged in some of the mandatory items to see if I could really comply.  He tied up my boobs, tightly, something I had never experienced before.  I liked how they got nice and hard but didn't like how they ached and I teared up a little.  He left them that way most of the afternoon.

Once they were tied up, he twisted the nipples and slapped them hard which made me cry like a baby.  With my boobs still tied and aching, he brought out what he called a posture harness.  It had a tall collar with a bar attached to it and handcuffs at the end of the bar.  He fitted the collar around my neck, very tightly, and put the cuffs on my wrists behind my back.  The collar made it hard to breathe and move and prevented me from looking down.  I was powerless except that my ankles were free.  

He instructed me then to get down on the floor and kiss his balls where he sat.  I had difficulty maneuvering myself into position to be able to do it trussed up like I was, but that was part of Daddy's enjoyment.  He liked watching me struggle.  I wasn't permitted to kiss or suck Daddy's cock but it got hard anyhow, just watching me struggle and kissing his balls.  Then he shifted his position and told me to tongue his anus.  More struggling but finally I got in a position where I could push my tongue into his anus.  I could tell Daddy was enjoying all of this and that made me feel as good as if I was having it done to myself.  

During the day, he would often takes breaks to hold and cuddle me, caressing me and telling me what a Good Girl I was being.  He also said that in the beginning, he wanted me to come over weekly to be paddled.  He said that he knew there would be misbehavior while I was learning and that those weekly paddlings would just cover anything I had done.  He also reminded me that sometimes he would hurt me just because he was a sadist and not because of misbehavior. I admitted to myself thas as much as it hurt, I was looking forward to those weekly paddlings and hoped they would never end.

By evening, I had a very good idea of what my life would be like as a Good Girl.  My relationship with Daddy would become my long-term relationship and much of the rest of my life would remain the same.  Daddy would come over to my house periodically to inspect it for neatness and cleanliness and if it did not meet his standards, I would be spanked on the spot.  If I swore, he would wash out my mouth with soap.  If I fucked without permission, he would sew up my pussy with fishing line and leave it that way for a week.  Strange as it sounds, this all sounded wonderful.  I had a real Daddy and he cared enough to make rules for me and punish me when I misbehaved.  

But.  I wasn't a Good Girl yet.  I still had to face and pass my final challenge.  Daddy said it was time to do that.  I begged him to tell me more.

"What will you do to me?"

"I can only tell you that it will be a hard test and it will be scary and painful.  Some of your sisters will be there to encourage you.  They have all endured their test."

"What were some of the tests they went through?"

"Mallory had a tongue piercing.  I had her take it out and then nailed her tongue to a board at nose height so she had to stand on tiptoes to avoid avoid the pain.  I had her sisters whip her while she was like that."

"I waterboarded Doris.  For Linda, I rubbed hot sauce on her clit and in her pussy and then sewed her cunt lips shut.  Amy was put on the wooden horse and I nailed her cunt lips to it.  Nancy had her tits nailed to a board."

Then it dawned on me that some of the videos that Daddy had provided were those women passing their challenge to become Good Girls.  So I knew he was serious about what he was telling me.

I was shaking now with terror now but decided I was ready.  He had untied my boobs an hour or so ago but he tied them again, this time even tighter than before.  They hurt.  He led me to his basement (aka, the dungeon) and had me stand under a hoist with a hook.  He used duct tape to tape my hands to my sides and then used a cable tie around my ankles.  He put duct tape on my mouth so I couldn't talk or scream.  I was completely helpless. Then he put something in my hand and told me to hold it.

While I stood there, the boy and some women I didn't know came into the room to join us.  Daddy said they would be my sisters if I passed the test.  They started encouraging me, telling me I could do this and that they had all done it and it was worth it.   

Daddy lowered the hook and hooked it around the rope that my boobs were bound with.  Calmly, he said "I'm going to hang you by your boobs.  You may struggle and scream but I won't let you down until I'm ready or you let go of what I put in your hand.  If you drop it, you have failed the test and will have to leave immediately. If it's still in your hand when I release you, you have passed the test and will be one of my Good Girls.  Do you understand?"

Through the panic I was feeling, I nodded.  Almost immediately, the hoist went up and I was suspended in the air, dangling from my tied boobs.  The pain was intense, for sure but I could hear my sisters encouraging me and telling me to hold on.  And then it was over.  Daddy released the hoist and I was standing on the ground again, being steadied by Daddy and my sisters.  The boy and my sisters quickly unbound my boobs (which hurt almost as bad as being hung by them), and freed me from my bondage.  I was led to a small bed nearby and helped to lay down.  Daddy was there, holding me and petting me, massaging my bruised boobs.  My sisters were gathered around, welcoming me to the "Sisterhood" and congratulating me.    

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It's been 18 months now since I became Daddy's Good Girl and I couldn't be happier.  My lifestyle is cleaner and I feel so much better about myself.  Daddy even said he would help me quit smoking.  I feel like I have my forever family now and even have sisters that I never had (two of which I've become close with).

My life is much the same in that I still play with other men but selectively, and only when Daddy approves.  I still work my job and keep my house (although much neater now after a few severe paddlings) and manage my own money.  I see Daddy most weeks for a preventative spanking.  He lets me suck him off afterwards and then puts me in the corner before cuddle time.  

Every 3 months, if I have no misbehaviors, I get a reward which just gets better every time.  And birthdays in our family are very special.  All the sisters show up and we have cake, ice cream, and play games like pin the tail on the boy.  Then the birthday girl gets a very special reward session that would make a great porn video all by itself.  

But the most special day of the year in our family is Daddy's birthday.  Most of the details are a secret but I'll leave you with one image:  Imagine a circle of naked women, each with needles in their boobs with lit birthday candles attached.  The wax from the candles drips down and burns our breasts while we sing Daddy happy birthday.  

To all of you women out there that are reading this:  If you feel like a bad girl, or have a hole in your heart for the Daddy you never had, or you feel like you aren't worth having a man that cares for you, or f you feel like humiliation is the only kind of attention you deserve, I encourage you to start looking for your Daddy and work to become His Good Girl.  If you find a real Daddy and he takes you as his daughter, you won't regret it.

Alice