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malesupremacyadvocate:

You may be getting married cunt, but that only means that you’ll get to serve two superiors! I’ll still drop by to check on you quite often… Now, give daddy a blow

Sara couldn’t quite tell why she was so nervous, really. But the thought of her father walking her down that aisle and giving her away made her so terrified. Was it just existential dread of an unknown future, she wondered? No, that wasn’t it. Was it the idea of a man giving her like property to another man that she found untenable? No, Sara realized with a guilty shudder, that concept still gave her a naughty thrill. So what was wrong!?

*knock* *knock*

“Come in! … Oh, Dad!”

“Baby, you look all afluster. Did my little doll get her head turned around again thinking too many thoughts at once? Tell me what’s wrong.”

God, she hated the way her father babied her! She had a Masters in Engineering! She wasn’t a doll! Yet…whenever her father talked down to her, she found her brain practically melted. She always ended up with her head in Daddy’s lap as he petted her hair and told her what to do. It was so…comforting.

Sara squirmed. “D-daddy. I- I’m scared. Of just walking down the aisle with you. But…I don’t know why.”

She found it hard to be coherent around him. Later she’d be resentful and think all the things she wanted tell her father. Tell him off, sometimes.

“Shh, baby girl, don’t strain yourself. It’s natural for a girl to feel attached to her father and fear abandonment. But I’m not really ‘giving you away.’ I’ll always be your Daddy.”

He hugged her and held her in embrace. It felt warm.

“Thanks. It’s nice to hear. I knew that, I guess. But something still feels weird. I feel like in closing this chapter I’m leaving something undone. Something I can’t ever get back. It feels…not like you’re abandoning me, but like I’m betraying you. I’m sorry, it doesn’t make sense.”

She blushed, feeling like a silly girl. She both loved and hated Daddy so much. He made her feel like such a dimwit.

“Doll, of course it makes sense. No, don’t try to guess why. Just listen. Relax that tired girl brain. Doesn’t that feel nice? Now, you feel that way because in consummating your relationship with your husband you fear that you are sexually betraying your first man, your father.”

“Oh. That does- feel right, actually. Psychology is so weird. I’m glad you studied it and not me, Daddy.”

Sara went on tiptoe and gave her father a chaste kiss on the lips.

“Brains are complicated. Your machines are dumb little bimbo girls by comparison.”

“Ha! I’ll have to tell that to my lab manager, Mindy. She’ll be pissed. You are so smart and funny, Daddy. Thank you.” Later Sara would also be fuming about this line. But somehow in the moment she always found Daddy so charming and right. Then she’d repeat his outrageous claims to others with anger and a shame that burned between her legs.

By now he was rubbing her scalp, fingers running through his daughter’s long blonde hair. She’d hated bleaching it, but somehow her Daddy always managed to convince her. Just like the boob job…even her fiance had objected, but Sara still found herself at the appointment with Daddy holding her hand and waiting for the plastic surgeon to ‘improve’ her. Just as then, her brain was out of focus, malleable to Daddy’s words and his touch. 

She was relaxed and not jittery now, but she couldn’t think straight either.

“Doll, this is all natural. You feel guilty because you never consummated with your first man. Never showed Daddy your loyalty and fidelity.”

“Um, uh, yeah. Mmmm, yes, that feels good. Like, umm, Freud, right? Mmmm. E-uh-lektra complex? Ohhhhh, yes! I just, uh, need to, mmm, get over it, right?”

He began rubbing her bare shoulders with strong hands. It felt amazing.

“Shhh, no, silly little girl. Don’t think. You’re too dumb. If you just push your feelings aside you’ll never resolve them. Right?”

“Mmmmmm, oh? Yeah. Of course. Sorry I was stupid, Daddy.”

Fingers were brushing against the top of Sara’s dress and a little under the fabric. She wanted those hands on her breasts, whoever’s they were. 

“It’s not your fault, baby. You’re just a bimbo dolly, after all, right?”

“Mmmm, yes? Yes.”

“Tell me what you are.”

“Dolly is a bimbo? A stupid girl?”

“Good. So listen up, silly bimbo. The only way for Daddy’s dolly to get over these feelings of betrayal is to consummate with her Daddy first. Obviously.”

“Oh, right. Um, like, duh.”

“So I’m going to take out doll’s artificial tits. They’re mine anyway, since I bought them.. And my daughter is going to love it.”

Sara loved it. She needed it. 

“Yesssss, mmmmm. Touch my tits. Explore what you made and then had remade, Daddy. My whole body is yours but especially my tits. I’m so sorry I didn’t offer them to you sooner. I’ve been such a dumb and bad daughter.” 

“Shhh, don’t fret. You are doing the right thing now. Daddy will guide you. Okay, now dolly bimbo is going to get on her knees and suck her father’s cock. She will be grateful that Daddy is agreeing to help her.”

Sara complied immediately. This felt so right even if she couldn’t think to comprehend why.

“Thank you, Daddy. I feel so much better.”

“Of course, baby. Now shut up that cute mouth with your father’s cock. Mmm, that’s a good girl. Now as you suck on me I’ll tell you about how a good girl serves two men: her husband and her Daddy.”

kittiecaptions:

Caught By Daddy

It’s not hard to not get caught…

My parents were in some crazy Christian cult you’ve probably never heard of. Extra misogynist. They told me my whole life woman’s role was to serve. I knew early on that’s the role I wanted. I’d burn with, giddy, nervous energy whenever they spoke about “good, submissive girls.” Daddy tried to interest me in the “benefits” of being with such a girl but I had no interest. I grew my hair and dressed in an increasingly androgynous way. They were concerned but let it slide at first. I was such a good, obedient boy, after all!

They finally spooked the first time I wore a dress. After spending days in my room they decided on a punishment to “scare me straight”; they’d treat me like a girl if I didn’t shape up. Oh no! 😀

I’d been jealous of Mommy for years. We fought just like any mother and daughter, never admitting aloud that the heart of our contention was that we both wanted to be the woman of the house, to be the one Daddy chose. Some daughters won’t admit this means they want to fuck Daddy, but I knew better. 

So I started dressing in tight jeans and short shorts, trying to seduce my father. I knew he couldn’t resist staring at young girls in tight clothes. I hoped I’d be able to flip that switch in him until he thought of me more as a piece of ass than as his son. It seemed to be working. I caught glimpses of the bulge in his pants when I showed off. I let him “catch” me napping in the living room in lacy panties, thigh highs, and a bra. From behind I looked just like Mommy. He got home from work and immediately began feeling me up. 

“Oh honey, what a treat. Our sissy son better not come home and ruin this or I swear I’ll fuck that bitch too.” I heard his belt buckle come undone. “Still asleep, honey? Well, no matter” I felt something warm and hard bump into my ass. His hands started pulling my panties down.

“Mmm, Daddy? Are you home?” I pretended to be groggy and half asleep. 

He fled. I opened an eye to watch as he tucked his cock away while heading to his bedroom. It was a nice cock.

“You better start dressing like a boy or we’ll teach you to act like a real girl. You know what that means!”

“No, Daddy, no!” I tried to make it sound convincing.

That night I listened at the wall between our rooms with a glass. Mommy was concerned. Jealous, I bet. But Daddy assured her that as soon as the threat of being treated like a girl became imminent that I would  snap out of it. Mommy giggled evilly.

“That little sissy won’t last an instant in a good, submissive girl’s shoes,” she said.  

takingyourwifesisterdaughtermom:

Your neighbour put his pants back on and patted your head on his way out..

“Thanks for letting me use your daughter cuck.. She has a tight little cunt just like your wife!”

It was your fault. All your fault.

“What, are you hoping to get on Teen Mom?” you had snidely remarked to your sweet daughter when she proudly showed off the new bellybutton piercing. Her shirt was lifted up to display the dangling black gem on her smooth stomach. Her impressive breasts peaked dangerously below the uplifted fabric. She’d just gotten the piercing at the mall with your wife. You instantly regretted your words but it was too late to take it back. Her glowing face fell into dismay and then lit up with rage

“Fuck you! Fuck you, Dad! Mom says men like like a little jewelry in cute, unexpected places. I thought you’d like it. But instead you act like this. I guess she’s right. I defended you, you know?! God, I really did. But no, I guess she’s right; you’re not a real man!”

“I didn’t mean- It came out wrong, I just-” you fumbled out.

It wasn’t about her. You were so stressed since her mom got angry at you and had been giving you the cold shoulder for months since. 

“That’s not even an apology! You really are a fucking sissy! Mommy told me.”

Things had looked up when your wife started making lunch dates with you. Reconciliation seemed possible, inevitable even. …That was before this asshole at your work – Davide – started flirting blatantly with her whenever she came by. Before she started flirting back…With this jerk, the one who had beat you out for the promotion. The one who your wife had complained about for months after he came onto her at a staff holiday party and groped her ass. Yet now she couldn’t get enough of this sexist womanizer and his domineering attitude. 

“I’m sorry! Shit. Your words hurt, too, you know?” you responded, tearing up a little. You couldn’t believe your wife had said these things to her daughter.

“Oh, poor baby. Baby’s little fee-fees are hurt are they? God. You’re such a crybaby. Of course a wimp like you would slut-shame your daughter. You have no power anymore so you lash out. Mom told me she stopped fucking you months ago, Daddy.”

Their flirtations had started eating into more and more of your lunch ‘dates’. Eventually you didn’t have time to go out so she brought in lunches. He’d asked where his was and she offered him half her sandwich and half of yours. ‘A big strong man like you needs more,’ she’d cooed. From then on she brought three lunches. One day she brought a meal she knew you were allergic to. ‘I know, Sweetie, but it’s his favorite and I never get to have it either. You can go out, right?’

“She told you that?” You were really tearing up now.

“Yeah, you pathetic baby! Maybe I am a slut but at least I can get some.”

You’d gone out for lunch, a feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach. When you came back you found them still in the break-room. She had her legs draped over his lap and was spooning the last bits of the meal into his mouth. She popped the same spoon into her mouth, savoring the dregs and saliva he’d left behind and emitting a satisfied little moan.

“I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry! I’m just stressed because of Mom. You’re not a slut, Sweetie.”

“Too little, too late, you worm! I’m proud to be a slut! I want to be one. Just like Mommy!”

‘Davide’s invited us to his place for drinks  and games. Isn’t that nice, my darling husband?’ You could hear cruel irony in the way she said ‘darling husband’ but what could you do? The party was a small gathering of adult friends, both from work and outside. You all got drunk. Somehow they all seemed to be funneling the most drinks into you, though. And you could swear Davide’s manager, your ‘big boss’, purposefully held you up when Davide asked your wife to help him with something in the kitchen. You were almost too drunk to tell, but you were pretty sure the kitchen wasn’t upstairs…

You woke with a start, still in your rival’s living room, early morning sun streaming through blinds. Your wife was nowhere to be seen. Heard, though, definitely. You’d recognize those cries of ecstasy from anywhere. She used to make them with you. Used to. Half an hour later she emerged from upstairs, dressed only in the classic over-sized men’s button up shirt. It wasn’t yours.

‘Davide and I decided it was best to let you sleep it off, darling hubby. There wasn’t much more room on the couch so he let me sleep in his bed. Such a nice man. I don’t know why I used to complain about him so much. Guess I was just being a cranky bitch from lack of sex, y’know? Hehehe. Of course you know. Now make us all some breakfast will you? The kitchen’s right down the hall.’ Order issued, she she re-ascended the stairs. Soon you heard more loud thumping and cries, while you prepared coffee and eggs for three.

“Mommy told me she’s been cheating on you! What did she call it? Cuck-colding? I felt so bad for you. I yelled at her. It’s not right, I screamed. He’s a good man. Daddy’s even kinda hot, I said. She just laughed. I was furious, you know? If she wouldn’t show you affection, I would, I thought. What a silly bitch I was. I’ll have to apologize. Now I can see what she sees in you. I tried to show my body off to you. I offered up a peak of what I wanted to give you. And what do I get? Ridiculed by a pathetic, insecure cuck-cold.”

“Baby. No. I’m sorry. But you can’t talk like that. I mean, I’m flattered. It’s been so long since anyone wanted me. Especially someone so young and beautiful. Um. But no, it’s wrong.”

“God, you disgusting wimp! You’re not worthy of this. That’s why it’s wrong. You deserve nothing but humiliation. I need a real man to begin my slut journey with.”

“Darling, no, don’t say that. Your Mom is just angry and she’s…experimenting. We’ll work through it one way or another. But don’t think you need to offer up your body because of what happened. You’re a good girl.”

“Hehehehe. Good girls honor and obey their fathers. And I would have, believe me. I’m a very, very good girl. But you’re a worthless Daddy. This good girl needs to find a real Daddy to honor and obey. Mmmm. I’m going to take what you could have had and make you suffer with it. I’m going to walk around in the sluttiest outfits and never let you touch me, you maggot. I’m going to setup shop right here in your house and march a line of men between my legs. And you’ll be too pathetic to stop me, won’t you, Daddy? Mmmm, god, it’s delicious.”

You were too overwhelmed. You realized she was totally right. You were a spineless cuckold. You hung your head.

“You won’t dare tell Mommy, either, will you? No, you’re too ashamed. I think I want to keep my slut mission from her for a bit. I want to follow in her footsteps and then some. I want to become a better whore than she ever could be. Hmmm…yes! I have a wonderful idea. You know Davide moved to a condo just a few blocks away? Mom confided to me that he wanted to be closer so he could have her pussy whenever he wanted.”

“No…” 

“Oh yes, Daddy. And if he likes that old thing…well, just think what our new neighbor will think of a factory fresh model? And maybe I’ll let him raw me, too. I am bound for Teen Mom, after all, isn’t that right?”

“No, please!”

“Yes! Hehehe, yes! Text him. Tell him Mommy wants to see him. Tell him she’s tired of these games and asked you to have him come over for a booty call. So humiliating! He’ll love it.”

You start crying. But for some reason you find yourself pulling out your phone and complying.

“Good boy. I think we just found a new Daddy for me.”

cheatingslutsarehot:

When your Daddy ‘accidentally’ walks in on me in the bath.

“Oh! Daddy! I mean, uh, Matt’s Daddy.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Stacy! I hadn’t heard any sound in a while and was afraid you’d slipped and needed help. I just rushed in without thinking. Not that I was listening at the door or anything!”

“No worry! That’s why I don’t lock the door. I want you to be able to burst in, um, y’know, in case anything happens.”

“That’s very sensible. My little girls always lock the door, no matter how many times I tell them it’s dangerous. What bad do they think is gonna happen if they don’t lock the door? I’ve only walked in a few times…”

“You’re very protective. That’s sweet. They should listen to you, trust you, Dadd- Mr. Connors – um, actually can I call you Daddy? It just feels right, y’know?”

“Of course, Stacy. Maybe you’ll be my daughter-in-law some day.”

“Thanks, Daddy! You can think of me as your little girl, too, okay? I’ll never lock my door on you. You’re so protective. It makes me feel comforted and safe. I don’t need locks when you’re around, Daddy. You just came right in to save me, without even, um, taking time to put on more than a towel.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry! I was just waiting to shower. Oh! And here I am staring at my son’s naked girlfriend. You’re obviously safe – I should go.”

“No, stay! I mean, it’s just I’m your little girl now. Nothing to be ashamed of. Daddies see their daughters naked all the time, right?”

“Heh, not this Dad. My girls are very firm on that point.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s firm, Daddy. No, don’t hide it! It’s only natural. And only fair I get to see something after you’ve seen so much of me. Mmmm, you do rise to the occasion. That towels not doing much good, you know? It would really be less scandalous if you took it off. ”

“I guess you have a point, Sta- um, little one.”

“Oh my, that is something, Daddy. The apple fell a little far from the tree in some departments, I guess.”

“Thanks, uh. Your proportions are very nice as well. Certainly bigger than my other girls.”

“Maybe that’s why they don’t want you to see them. Maybe they feel embarrassed. But all sizes are nice, Daddy. Especially in a cute younger girl.  I’ll talk to them about it…Oh! I’ve kept you from your shower for so long! I’m so sorry, I guess I just let my mind wander off, thinking about how comfortable I feel here under your roof, near your big safe arms…Heh, sorry, I got carried away again. But the water’s still warm. Please, come in! No no, no, no need to be sheepish. Get in the bath with your daughter, Daddy, and let me make it up to you by washing your back…and maybe we can take care of some other, um, outstanding issues, before your wife sees… “

The rules were simple. When you collected her from wherever she was, you got to bring her home and fuck her. If you could get her to cry out your name, she was “reclaimed.”

The next time you failed to make her cry out your name, she was “emancipated” and would be free to seek out other lovers. She’d send you little videos of her calling out their names while she came. Eventually she’d get bored of them and ask you to “reclaim” her. 

But this time had been ridiculous. She’s been away a whole month. It had never lasted more than a week. In the videos she’d been moaning “Daddy.” Must be a new kink. Her own father was long dead. Maybe that’s how these kinks got started? You followed the GPS coordinates she’d sent, eventually pulling up to an all too familiar address. …it couldn’t be…your own father’s house.