He walked from her room, naked and satisfied; physically at least. He felt a pang of guilt at having done what he’d done to his little girl, it was so wrong for a father to steal his daughter’s virginity and then pound her to climax before filling her with cum. But damn she was one hot little whore. He walked to his bathroom and stepped into the shower to wash away the sweat and residue of her cum and the spit from sucking him clean. Shudders swept over his skin as the pulsing stream hit his sensitized cock and he felt his body cringe at just how wrong it had been to fuck her, much less like it. After thoughts of her tight sultry cunt filled his mind he couldn’t help but know that what had begun in anger would continue with lust; she would know his cunning mastery of both body and soul before he released her from being punished.

Leslie sat spread legged on her bed, still panting from her own climaxes and huffing in gasps for air at having swallowed her daddy’s huge cock as she cleaned him of their mixed juices and cum. He told her that she would go and clean up and commanded she remain naked for the rest of the day. A twisted smile painted her lips as she thought of her first real orgasm, actually she couldn’t count how many times her daddy had driven her over the edge of cataclysmic eruption. She watched as he walked out of her room and looked down at her gaping maw of a once pristine pussy, “God I really am a slut,” she whispered softly seeing the reddened puffy lips of her stretched opening that had only an hour before never been entered even by her own fingers. Now, as her daddy had said, she was a woman. Not only that, but a woman who craved for her daddy to fuck her again and again and again until she couldn’t take any more. “That might take a bit of doing,” she giggled softly as thoughts of taking his massive dick into her body in every way she’d seen on the internet and any others they might think of along the way.

She turned on the bed and swung her legs over the edge, her butt slipping through the puddle of her juices a reminder that it was no dream, her daddy had made her cum like she’d never imagined possible. She stood up on shaky legs and made her way to the bathroom she used. She had to walk into the hall, the first time she’d done so without clothes, ever. As she turned on the water for a shower she knew her daddy was in his own, she thought about how he’d react if she joined him and giggled that her body needed to be pressed against his in ways no daughter should ever be with her father. But she was a slut; he’d said so, even calling her a whore in the slang term of ‘ho’. She stepped into the warm spray and groaned at the sensual brush of water over her sensitized breasts and abdomen. Her fingers slipped over her mound and she moaned at the tactile response of her cunt as it filled with ever more moisture thinking of how her daddy had fucked her so hard and so deep.

Her fingers slipped between the puffed petals of her labia and she knew he was right; she was now a woman, his woman, his slave if he wanted her to be. Pushing her fingers in far enough to feel the patch of flesh she knew only as her g spot she quivered and felt her belly tighten instantly as her mind flooded with memory of how good his cock had felt scraping over it. Her fingertips raked over the textured nub as her other hand descended and pinched her swollen clit. She whimpered out loud as her body convulsed again and her pussy squirted out her sweet cum to join the flow of gentle water that caressed her body so perfectly. She removed her fingers from her pussy and stood shaking from the onslaught of a joy she’d always denied herself, until her daddy made her a woman. The juices ran down her inner thighs as she recouped from her first masturbation’s release. “Oh daddy, I love you so much for punishing me like you did,” she cooed aloud knowing she was destined to be a slave to his masterful cock and commanding thrusts.

She turned and leaned her head back to wet her hair, long blond locks that had become filled with her sweat as she became a woman at the command of her daddy. Once wet she shampooed and conditioned her lush locks and wrung them dry before turning off the shower to get out and dry off. The towel felt more sensual than she had ever realized as she wiped her body dry of the soothing water, her fingers drawing it into the valley of her groin as her body reminded her of what had happened. Somehow there was no thought of wrong in fucking her daddy, the laws and moral beliefs of incest being bad just weren’t applicable to her and her daddy. She blow dried her hair into a smooth mane of glistening youthful perfection and looked into the mirror to see that somehow she was different than she had been that morning. Her breasts seemed fuller than before, her areola and nipples darker somehow. Her tummy no longer looked as if she had baby fat, now it was the sweet swell of womanhood that swept to her hips, her buttocks seemed fuller to her, and she smiled knowing her daddy had gripped those very orbs as he drove her over the edge to orgasm.

He climbed out of the shower and dried himself, his thoughts of Leslie in her shower could easily drive him to want her again even after fucking her senseless and cumming not once, but twice in her cunt and then throat. He walked into his bedroom and pulled on a pair of khaki shorts and polo shirt to cover his wanton flesh. His mind going to how she would react to his command of remaining naked for the day, a devious grin twisted his lips upwards at the thoughts of what his buddies would think if he had her stay that way during their poker game. “That isn’t going to happen,” he whispered to himself, “She’s all mine.” He slipped his feet into a pair of sandals and walked into the living room, sat down and clicked the channels to find something besides the cartoons his little slut had been watching when he’d called her to her room, to a fate he now had no regrets of in the slightest.

He heard the blow dryer as she turned it on in her bathroom, he wondered if she was still shaking from the massive climaxes she’d had and smiled at having provided them for her in her newfound womanhood. His cock swelled just thinking about how her muscles had gripped his thick shaft as he pounded into her now less than virginal cunt. He rose from the chair and walked silently to the bathroom door that stood slightly ajar to allow the steam to escape the small windowless room. He pushed it open and saw her standing, staring at her reflection in the mirror. His eyes raked over her as she turned to face him, her breasts so full and ripe for his wanton thoughts of suckling them as she moaned in ecstasy. Her mouth with full lips to suck him as she had done a half hour earlier drove his member to swell and tent the leg of his shorts without the restraint of briefs to restrain it. His yes dropped to the small tuft of hair that coated her mound with youthful pubic hair, soft and so inviting to be sure, but he wanted her to be his and his alone.

“You are one hell of a slut Leslie,” he said in nonchalant tones, “I’m hoping you are learning your lesson about watching porn on your computer.” She nodded and then bowed her head afraid that her daddy wasn’t finished with her punishments yet. In a way she hoped he would teach her another lesson, what it felt like to be fucked doggie style as he pulled her hair and drove her over the edge as she’d seen on the net that he seemed to delight in reminding her of. The very reason they’d become intimate, if she could think of being forced to take his cock deep into her virginal cleft an act of intimacy.

He stepped up behind her and slid his arms around her, his teeth nipping at her neck as he cupped her lush tits and pinched her nipples. She shuddered at the commanding touch and felt her body quivering as her pussy filled with wetness. “I’m going out for a while bitch. Remember, no clothes at least until I get back and if you choose to watch any more porn you will find my wrath again. In fact I kind of get the idea you liked what your daddy did to teach you a lesson. Did you slut?”

She heard his words as he whispered to her and knew that he wanted to punish her again even then. Her buttocks wiggled against his leg and she could feel his erection growing hard as he tweaked her nipples savagely. “Daddy, I know I’ve been a bad girl. When I was watching porn it was to learn about sex, but now that I have you to teach me I won’t need that anymore. Oh yes daddy, it felt so good for you to fill me with your beautiful cock. I can’t wait for my next lesson.” Her words were no more than a whisper as she confided that she had enjoyed the lessons he’d taught her; so far.

He felt her ass as she rubbed against his growing erection, it had only been a half hour since she’d felt his semen erupt into her cunt and then mouth, but damn she seemed to want it again. He replied in soft tones to sooth her, “Baby, you’ll have to wait a bit to get any more lessons. I have to go pick up the refreshments for the poker game tonight.” He turned her in his arms and felt her nipples, hard and aroused brush against his lower chest. Her height was a full foot shorter than his and he dipped his head to kiss her through the sweet scented freshly washed and dried hair. He couldn’t help but be aroused at her needful comment, but knew that his buddies would be there in a couple hours and he had to be ready for their arrival. “Set up the dining room for the poker game and then make sure the house is cleaned up. No masturbating slut, I’ll give you all you need when the time comes.” He released her and turned to walk out of the bathroom, wanting to lean her over the counter and drive her over the edge again, knowing she’d love it, and knowing there wasn’t time.

She purred as he vowed to teach her more, fuck her again when the time was right. She wondered why that time wasn’t right then, but understood his three buddies would be at the house for the evening and he wouldn’t want them to know he’d fucked his own daughter. “I’ll do it for you master,” she giggled teasing him with his new position as more than her father. She watched him walk away, figuring he’d be gone an hour or so and she could explore the net for other ways they could find to fuck.

He left to go to the store and pick up some beer and snack foods for the poker night he and his buddies had once a month at his house. He was the only one who wasn’t married so the guys preferred to have the run of the house and get as wild as they liked without the fear of pissing off their wives. So far Leslie had never even come out of her room; in fact none of them even knew what she looked like. He stopped at a traffic light while on his way and noticed a shop he’d seen a thousand times before and never given it a second thought. A picture of his little girl trussed up and naked invaded his thoughts instantly. The shop was named appropriately, “Adult bonds,” and he turned into the parking lot as the light changed.

He was going to teach his little slut what fetish sex was all about, not that he knew anything about it, but he’d make her behave if he could pull it off. He walked into the shop and was greeted by a buxom young woman of about 25. She was dressed in a skin tight leather cat suit, or so he thought it was called. She wore a collar of leather with large pointed studs sticking out of it all around except for the ring where her leash could be fastened. He smiled as she said, “Hi there, haven’t seen you in before. Are you new to the area or just new to the lifestyle?”

He chuckled as her lips twisted into a tight smile while her eyes grazed over his physique. He felt the blood pulsing into his cock and hoped she wouldn’t notice, but if she did, so be it. “Not new to the area, but yeah, I’d guess you could say I’m new to what kind of things you have for sale.” His eyes grazed over the buxom clerk and he noticed that her cat suit was totally different than he would have thought. Her breasts were obviously supported by the supple leather and quite stunning, but that held little consequence to what he saw a bit further south. The crotch of the leather was split, the way she was standing didn’t allow him to see, but rather imagine that her pussy was accessible should she happen to want to pleasure a customer with her wiles. He smiled and looked back to her eyes, sparkling with enticement as she noticed not only his fixated gaze to her pussy, but the nicely pronounced bulge in his khaki shorts.

She stepped closer and spoke in a voice that was nothing short of inviting. “What may I help you with fine sir?” she asked in a way that left nothing to his imagination. He gulped as she took another step and stood only inches away from him, her eyes glistening with some deep set lust.

“I,” he stammered nervously, “wish to teach a lady friend of mine to submit to my wants. Do you have any form of restraints that would invoke that mindset?” He looked straight into her eyes as she smiled with a provoking grin that caused his dick to grow even harder than knowing her pussy was all his if he wanted it.

“Certainly,” she said in equally seductive tones, “follow me if you would.” She turned and walked towards the back of the shop and he couldn’t help looking at the shapely curves of her oh-so-perfect ass as she sashayed away from him. He followed like a puppy in need of attention even though he knew deep down she would be a poor following to what his little girl’s pussy and mouth had provided him. She opened a cabinet that seemed more like a small room and he saw a variety of manacles, ropes, handcuffs and chains displayed. As his eyes focused on the array of bondage implements his eye focused on one in particular, a ball gag with a bright red ball to muffle Leslie’s outcries of pleasure.

She gathered up a pair of cuffs and two manacles, he knew exactly what they were for and smiled as she offered up an explanation of their use, “The handcuffs are padded so not to leave any marks on your submissive’s wrists and the manacles are equally covered with soft padding for the same reason.” His eyes darted to the ball gag and she grinned as she asked, “Is he or she particularly vocal when aroused?”

He hadn’t even thought about two men using bondage as an avenue to erotica, but since she’d asked the question he wanted to be up front and let her know in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t gay. “Yes she is quite loud at times and I feel that it would be best if her screams of orgasm are muted to some degree.”

Her eyes sparkled, she knew now he wasn’t going to be with a man, she glanced down at his now raging hard on and whispered, “There are many reasons for the gag other than to quiet one’s partner. A true submissive enjoys yielding control to her partner to one degree or another.” He took the cuffs from her hand and smiled, he wished he could stay and have a demonstration of the available wares as well as her obviously well tried cunt.

“I have a four poster bed to use as a platform for my adventure into bondage and, I guess, domination. Will that suffice to attach these two in order to restrain my lady friend?” Her smile was broad as she nodded and retrieved the ball gag for him to see more closely. His smile said it all, he would take each piece they’d viewed, but knowing so little about the lifestyle of bondage he had to ask, “Would it be prudent to have a blindfold as well, or a hood perhaps?”

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