Neice on a Leash

Until the summer I turn 15 I had never spent much time with my mother’s brother Phil. He was always off doing some wild and crazy something. But he had finally settled in one place and my parents wanted to take a cruise to celebrate their 25th Anniversary. So here I was being shipped off to a summer with no friends, no boys, nothing, but my uncle who I never met, and who lived on a farm of all things.

My mother helped me pack my bags making sure I would have clothing apparently for artic weather as well as summer weather and I started to wonder exactly how long this trip was going to last. Surely they would be back before school started. Mom just claimed she wanted me to be prepared for cool nights.

The day of the big trip I begged and pleaded not to go. I didn’t know this man; I had met him five times in my life. And I could only honestly remember one of them. And I didn’t like him at the time either, his girlfriend (god knows how many he’s gone through) wore too much make up and too much perfume and I swear to god didn’t know that clothing came in sizes that would fit. And he was a bit too flirty, pinching my butt when he thought no one was looking.

Arriving at the farm my uncle Phil looked like a new man. A man I never met, a “changed” man. He looked older and more disciplined, I remembered mom saying something about him joining the service for 4 years or something like that, but I felt my mouth go slightly dry as I pulled up. His shirt was unbuttoned slightly giving way to just the finest of curling hair, his pants unlike those of the boy’s I knew were fitted and showed the slightest of a crotch bulge. My eye’s dropped to my lap confused as to why I noticed these things. Upon his head was a cowboy hat, more than likely the same one he had always worn. His feet were bare as if he had been lounging around and not expected guest.

Mom jumped from the car soon as Dad hit the brakes and ran to her brother embracing him tightly. Apparently from the things mom told me they were close when they were younger, but than the teen years hit and you can guess it from there. Dad popped the trunk of the car as I slowly crawled out; my eye’s staring at the dirt drive, afraid to look up to my uncle.

“Let her get her own bags Dan.” I heard Uncle Phil say. With a sigh I gathered two of them one in each hand with a purse slung over my shoulder and took them into the house. Mom was darting about the house squealing about the different things she could picture in the house and how he could fix it up.

My uncle showed me to my room. It had a full size canopy bed, a large mirror on one wall. Posters decorated the walls of movies and musical’s, a dresser was against the wall next to the mirror and a walk in closet and a private bathroom. I was amazed and my jaw opened in shock. He just chuckled at me and told me to set the bags on the bed for now and continue to bring them in the house. Two trips later and might I add some very sore muscles I was done and told to return down stairs.

The adults were all sitting on the porch with lemonade and my uncle offered me a glass. I still couldn’t look into his eyes as I took the glass from his hand. I took a long cold drink, it tasted a little odd but the coolness of the drink was refreshing so I drink it fast. My parents left shortly after that, yelling out the window to listen to my uncle Phil. I was feeling a little light headed at this time. My uncle helped me to my feet and into the house, a low chuckle in his voice.

“Not much of a drinker I see, well that will be good.” Uncle Phil said as his hands slide up my sides to cup my tits. Automatically my nipples hardened, his chuckle deepened as his fingers went to wrap around my nipples. I fought against him to no avail, I was woozy and he was much stronger. Finally the next thing I knew everything went dark.

Minutes or hours later I came too. I wasn’t in the beautiful room he had provided me; I was in a darkened room, the lights very low. I was cold, so cold, stirring slight I felt the cold steel table beneath me and knew I was completely nude. My uncle had stripped me of all clothing! My head was pounding slightly as I tried to sit up; I heard his voice from across the room.

“I’ve been waiting for you to grow up and your mother to be a dumb cunt enough to leave you with me.” Uncle Phil stood from his chair and walked over to me, my hands instinctively went to cover my breast as my legs clamped closed. He roared with laughter as his hands shot out and pushed my thighs open against their will, one hand shot from my breast to cover myself from his gaze.

“Look you little cunt, move your fucking hands or do I have to restrain you?” I didn’t move, he stood up and I tried to move from the table, he was too quick and grabbed my wrist slamming it back down on the table and tying it to a leg of the table, moving quickly he tied my other hand down as well. Fresh tears sprang to my eyes terrified of what he would do. He moved to the foot of the table my legs closed and crosses tightly to protect my sex from him. Grabbing and yanking first one leg over and tying it down and than the other to the other leg of the table, leaving me open to his inspection.

“What a delicious looking cunt you have Vonnie,” his voice a cruel whisper, “but I cannot for the life of me stand you having hair covering your cunt from me.” I felt warm water poured over my sex, and I moved, the sounds of shaving cream from the can and I screamed flailing about on the table. The sudden strike of his hand across my face stilled my quickly.

“Look you fucking bitch, unless you want me to slice your clit off, you will stay still.” His tone scary and harsh, my body stilled as his fingers began smearing shaving cream on my nether regions. Suddenly the cold steel of a razor against my skin as slowly he began to shave me. Tears poured from my eyes as he went about his task. When finished he rinsed me, the warm water rushing along my now silken mound creeping slowly under me as the water spread on the table.

Uncle Phil untied me and lead me to the room he had shown to me before, gone were my bags, my eye’s went to his in question.

“You will not wear anything I haven’t approved, you will come to me every morning showered and shaven and nude. I will choose your outfit for the day and you will wear what I wish of you.”

“Yes Uncle Phil” I replied shakily.

“Oh and Vonnie, you will come to call me Master by the end of this week. And I believe I will call you my sweet little cunt.” A sharp smile crosses his lips, reaching to his eyes.

I stepped into the room as he turned and shut the door behind him; I heard the click of a lock and knew I was in here for the night. Crossing the room I went to stand before the mirror on the wall and looked at my shaved sex. My eye’s glued almost to that spot; it took me minutes to rip my eyes away. I looked like a child again. Stepping before the dresser I opened each drawer to find them all empty. Finally I crossed to the bed and pulled back the blanket and slid under it, curling onto one side I sobbed till I fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning I was awoken with a click of the lock being released on my door and the sound of foot steps leading from my door. Stretching my long limbs I stepped from the bed, the image of my nude body beaming off the wall across from me. Shuddering slightly I turned to the bathroom to empty my bladder and shower for the day. There were bottles of soap and shampoo, conditioner all the normal bathroom things a girl would need.

Stepping from the tub I reached for a towel, there wasn’t one hanging in the bathroom, so I looked through cabinets looking for one. I found feminine products and a brush, but no towel. So I stood there and allowed myself to air dry while brushing my hair, once the tangles were out I reached for the tooth brush and paste and cleaned my teeth.

Walking through my room I grabbed a sheet from the bed and wrapped it around my naked form before opening the door and stepping into the hall. I walked down the hall to Uncle Phil’s room and knocked on the door.

“Enter sweet little cunt,” was the reply I received from the other side of the door. Taking a deep breath in, I wrapped my hand around the knob of the door and turned it and pushed the door inward. Releasing a shaky breath I stepped through the door way, Uncle Phil was sitting on the edge of his bed wearing a pair of boxers and nothing else; my eye’s slid quickly to the floor as I stepped forward to stand before him. His hand whipped out and pulled the sheet from my body with a growl.

“Do not ever enter my presence covering your naked form cunt, am I clear?” he said. All I could do was nod. He stood and walked around me, inspecting me. His hands slid up to cup my right tit, fitting over the cup easily with his massive hands. My nipples instantly hardened.

“Well cunt, it’s time for you to learn the rules of how things are going to be around here. In the mornings you will shower and come to my room naked, if you have behaved well the night before you will get clothing, if not, you will be naked. If I want to touch you, you will not flinch, you will accept it.