(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/82/Constant_Leconte_5.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Constant Leconte</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>BAF Office, in his office<br/><strong>With:</strong>Karin Leconte, his daughter;<br/><br/>After the lift went down to the cellar with Sumo...  Grégoire!  That's the fat man's name!... Grégoire and my daughter... my slave... my cunt... After they went down, I walked up a couple of flights to my own office.<br/><br/>I found the BAF office to be a beautiful building.  Although the structure was centuries old, the interior was characterized by a style that was popular around the time I was born.  The city-state's low crime rate made the building's judiciary function moot, and it was just recently converted from a courthouse into the BAF office.<br/><br/>I still felt fit and spry for my age, thanks to working out regularly once I realized that I was going to take Karin as my personal fucktoy, rapedoll and painslut.  Just as the building was repurposed for the administration of slaves, my own body was reinvigorated to take complete advantage of a slave... one that was approximately one third my age.<br/><br/>Walking up the stairs was easy for me, and I usually did not bother using the elevator to go to a higher floor.  I strolled down the silent hallway, the heels of my dress shoes clicking against the marble floor.  Today was going to be a good day.<br/><br/>My secretary, a slave owned by the BAF but not a public slave, was already there waiting for me, sitting behind her desk.  The smell of fresh brewed coffee was in the air.  She greeted me with a smile and a compliment and we made some small talk.  I had other things on my mind, and entered my office.<br/><br/>I perused the printed list of appointments and went over the list of slaves we had in inventory on the computer.  Still, my thoughts gradually went to what else happened that morning at home...<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Awww!</strong>I could no longer contain my excitement and moaned as Karin tugged back my foreskin and aimed the wand right at the sensitive underside just below my glans.  I reached out to one of the walls of the shower for balance with one hand as my other hand grabbed her wrist and pulled the wand away.  I took a deep breath and smiled for just a moment.  I almost came.  Almost.<br/><br/><strong>"That's enough of that, <em>cunt</em>.  Now it's <em>your</em> turn to get clean."</strong><br/><br/>I took a towel and wrapped it around my waist, then stepped out of the shower stall and sat on a stool.  I leaned against the sink and crossed my legs like an American, with my ankle on my knee.  Usually I sat like a European gentleman, but the erection my cunt of a daughter triggered in me made that difficult.  I was still very hard and my cock tented the towel.<br/><br/><strong>"Go on, use your hands and get those <em>tits</em> extra soapy.  If you do a good job, <em>maybe</em> I will let you even <em>cuddle</em> with me.  Maybe."</strong><br/><br/>Karin was always so eager to please, and she seemed to enjoy lots of attention, including affection.  I lifted up my arms and locked my fingers behind my head, allowing me to watch her as I lay back leisurely.  She had a nice lather going, and eventually it looked like she was wearing a bikini top of white bubbles.<br/><br/><strong>"Now... <em>rinse</em> off those <em>tits</em>...  And do it <em>slowly</em>.  Then lather them up again.  I want you <em>extra</em> clean for your registration today.  Your bre... tits... your tits will be measured and tested <em>thoroughly</em>.  Today of all day's those <em>tits</em> should be perfect, don't you agree,... <em>cunt</em>?"</strong><br/><br/>Tits.  Cunt.  For some reason, those words really seemed to resonate with her, more so, I think, because it was I, her father and master, saying them to her, my daughter and slave.  Not only was I going to say those words, I was going to<em>emphasize</em>them, just to give her an extra jolt of pleasure.  Those slave-ed classes I helped design seemed to be really working in her case.<br/><br/>I figured she might be lost in the sensations of the experience I was making her go through.  A nod of the head or a simple yes or even "Yes, Master," would not suffice.  I would correct her until she told me what I wanted to hear, something along the lines of "Yes, these tits should be perfect today, Master."<br/><br/>It was a beautiful sight, seeing her rub her soapy hands over her big breasts, watching the suds wash down her flawless, smooth skin in a sort of striptease that revealed her glistening body.  I was reminded of the directions on shampoo bottles - lather, rinse, repeat.<br/><br/><strong>"Okay... <em>cunt</em>, your... <em>tits</em> are clean and it is time to move on.  Turn around and do the same... except for your <em>ass</em>."</strong><br/><br/>My eyes stayed focused on her as she changed direction from facing toward me to facing away from me.  She presented her rump.  Again she was alternating between lathering and rinsing, lathering and rinsing.  I was tempted to have her do more, but if I allowed her proceed I would have to start stroking myself in front of her.  And I did not want that to happen... yet.<br/><br/>"<em>Good cunt.</em>Now rinse yourself off from head to toe, dry yourself off, and get your ass out here."<br/><br/>I waited for her to pat herself dry.  I looked between her legs, seeing how her cunt was reacting to all the things I was having her do.<br/><br/>As she dried me off, I brushed my teeth looking at her reflection in the mirror.  I considered having her brush my teeth for me the way I had her clean me in the shower, but brushing my teeth was something I would do myself.  To have someone else brush my teeth would make me feel older than I was, or childish, or like an animal.  Those thoughts made me want to brush<em>her</em>teeth, which I did.<br/><br/>With one hand holding her hair to tilt her head and hold it still, my other hand ran the bristles of her toothbrush along her gums and teeth and tongue.  I let the transformed toothpaste build up and enjoyed the sight of that white creamy substance in her mouth.  I even held the cup of water to her those full lips of hers, letting her sip the clear liquid.  I pulled the cup away so she could move the water around inside her mouth, then guided her head over the sink with my grip in her hair so she could spit.<br/><br/><strong>"You may dress me soon, but since you're now such a clean cunt, I will give you some cuddle time.  Go on, get in my bed."</strong><br/><br/>I watched her lie back on my king-sized bed.  I was the only one who ever slept in it.  When I was done with one of my previous fuck-slaves, I always kicked them out of my bed to sleep in their cage or on the floor.  But here I was, actually inviting Karin in.<br/><br/>She looked so small and precious surrounded by so much mattress and big fluffy pillows.  I laid myself down beside her, then pulled her close, our warm, clean, naked bodies parallel to each other.  I let her put her head on my shoulder as I put an arm around her, and had her throw one leg over mine as I lay on my back with her on her side.<br/><br/>After a couple of minutes, my hand went down her back and squeezed her ass, then smacked it, stirring her.  I sat up and went to the closet, picking out my outfit for the day.  I pulled out a hanger with a suit jacket and trousers, and another with a dress shirt.<br/><br/><strong>"You may pick the tie and cufflinks, cunt.  I will think of you when I adjust them throughout the day."</strong><br/><br/>I stood up as she dressed me, putting on my boxers and t-shirt, then my dress shirt which she buttoned, then my pants which she zipped up and fastened with a belt.  It was nice having her stand or kneel near me.  I sat in my chair and let her brush my hair, and I openly gawked at her tits as she put my cologne on her hands and put her hands on my face.  Finally, I put my suit jacket on and stood in front of the mirror with her still naked body beside mine.<br/><br/><strong>"Well done, cunt.  It has been a while since I have felt so handsome.  Now go prepare me breakfast.  I am in the mood for a lightly buttered croissant, fresh squeezed orange juice, and coffee.  While you do that, I will choose your outfit.  After breakfast, we will walk to the office and get you officially registered... as my <em>slave</em>."</strong><br/><br/>I watched her go to the kitchen and went to her bedroom.  I thought about how I might change it to something else, perhaps a full-fledged dungeon.  I could add attachments points to her existing bed, or replace it completely with a bondage table, so that the only bed available for her would be mine.  The rocking horse from her childhood could be replaced with a wooden horse.  And the reading chair in the corner could be substituted by a birthing chair with a magic wand holder.  Her armoire would house whips and floggers and riding crops and rope and chains and restraints of all kinds.  And her closet could be turned into a cage.<br/><br/>I picked out a pair of high heels.  That was her outfit.  That was all she would need for the walk to the BAF office.<br/><br/>