Do Not Try This Alone Ch 03

Author's Note

This is the 5K+ word third chapter of the novella of the same name. First chapter was published in BDSM section. The second in the fetish section. 40yo divorced father and 20yo independent daughter have an accidental femdom tryst that grows to be a fully-fledged divorce-rebound femdom fling. In this chapter the incestuous couple go on a date to the beach. Where daughter visits new and cruel forms of teasing, humiliation and denial upon her father. If any of these themes are offensive to you, please do not read. If none are, I hope you enjoy.

Do Not Try This Alone: Chapter 3

August, the beautiful 20 year old slim blonde, was beginning to fall into a rhythm in her monthly visits with Jonathan, her 40 year old divorced father. First, there was a femdom tryst. Those so far had happened at the beginning of their visits together. After that, father and daughter moved on to a somewhat more traditional dynamic. Though it could never be completely normal, or anything like what it was before their first accidental tryst. As August always remained Jonathan's keyholder. His Goddess and Empress. And as Jonathan's lust and awe for August never turned off.

But it was during these more "normal" periods that August coached her father. Coached him to make him more desirable as a man. She had demanded, and Jonathan was complying, with a gym a routine of at least four days a week. She had also demanded a running, cycling or swimming routine of at least four days as well. And Jonathan was complying with that too. That he joined some organized sports or other activities, and indeed he had picked up playing tennis again after having abandoned it many years ago. And August even started helping him as his own private communications director for his dating app personals. Told him to take some statements out, add some statements in. And since he did not have any good spontaneous social pictures that were recent, August made Jonathan go for a professional portrait. Portrait that while posed at a nearby city park, made him look handsome, happy, and cool.

But even more so, August was increasingly neck deep in being her father's divorce-rebound femdom fling. Though she was determined that was only going to be transitory till she could step back for another woman. That was nowhere near happening yet, but she feared, knew, their sadomasochistic incestuous relationship had to a come to an end someday. And she would much rather leave Jonathan, her father, in a good place.

For her next visit she had told Jonathan to be packed and ready to go at 10am for an overnight trip to the beach. August had booked them a stay at a resort hotel. Complete with restaurants, pool, golf, beach access and other things you would expect in such a place. Like any sexually intimate couple, she had even booked them a beach view king bed room. Which Jonathan did not know. Even though, of course, all this was going to come out of Jonathan's wallet. And as the woman in charge who set the agenda, she had a rough plan to give Jonathan a weekend that would hurt him real good. Poor middle aged man did not know what he was walking into.

And yet he was ready and eager like a love sick suitor at 10am on that Saturday. Like she expected him to be.

"Good morning Jonathan."

"Good morning August."

"I trust you have already loaded your suitcase in the trunk."

"Yes August, I have."

"Good. Then load mine, and hand me the keys of your SUV."

August snaped authoritatively as she was getting used to doing with Jonathan. They were taking Jonathan's SUV, which was larger and more comfortable than August's car. But August was commandeering it at will. Taking the steering wheel over in more ways than one. Her dad, Jonathan, was getting used to just surrendering it. Trustful the young slim blonde that was his Goddess and Empress would not lead him too astray. Oh! She would let him fall from the side of a five story building for sure! But before he hit the pavement, a safety net would be there to arrest his fall. So far he was no worse for wear than some psycho-socio-sexual cuts and bruises that would heal in time.

And as the couple headed east, a highway lined with palmetto tree's led them to their destination.

When they arrived at around noon, Jonathan was impressed with the place. It certainly was charming and welcoming, and he understood why people of means, millionaires even if not billionaires, liked to take weekends in places like this. Truly rich people would go farther away for their main summer or winter vacations. But just a few hours drive away, or a couple of hours fly away, most of the East Coast had easy access to this South Eastern beach paradise.

After parking their car and taking in their suitcases they headed to the front desk, where a man of about 30 welcomed them.

"Welcome to the Palmetto Coast Resort, how can I help you?"

"Hello. We are checking in for a one night stay. They told us we have guaranteed early check in. Mr and Ms Smith."

"Of course! Let me look it up. Here it is! One night beach-view king-bed. Mr Jonathan and Ms August Smith. Can I please have a credit card for the stay?"

"Of course! Jonathan! Credit card!"

Said August. Who had to snap her father to attention after he heard that he would be sharing a bed with his daughter. Of course, every time his daughter came to visit, he shared a roof with her. And many, many years ago she used to come into bed with him, and her mother. But sharing a lovers bed with his daughter is not something that he thought was going to happen. Though, oh, he certainly had wished it a lot this last couple of months!

"Yes of course August."

He said as he handed his card over.

And once their check-in was done, the 40 year old man, 20 year old woman couple went to their room. Dropped their suitcases. And changed into their beach wear.

Jonathan, constrained by the need to hide the chastity device that August had him caged in, wore a pair of lose swim trunks he hoped hid his condition as well as possible. He still worried that once they were wet, they would cling. And then there would be not hiding the shape of his shame. And yet he hoped by virtue of being dark trunks, his caged condition would not be as obvious as if the trunks were light.

August meanwhile wore a ruched white bandeau and hipster bikini set that, oh my god! Was breathtaking. It showed off almost all of August's flawless ivory skin. Her neck and shoulders. Her arms and back and much of her chest. Her waist and navel. It conformed to her hips and pelvis. And showcased her long slim legs to perfection. Jonathan's manhood stretched in its small, cold, hard prison, and for once he was grateful he was caged. As a no-erection would not turn his trunks into a tent that would be impossible to hide. And there was even more genital stretching for Jonathan, as just before they left for the beach, August said.

"Jonathan. Apply this sunscreen on me. And do not miss a spot! As you know, with my skin I would be BBQ in ten minutes without it."

And the poor 40 year old man, after a deep long groan, said.

"Yes August."

And did as directed. And by the time he was done rubbing the cream around August's arms and neck, shoulders, back and chest, around her navel, waist and hips, and down her thighs and calves, Jonathan was sporting massive monster truck blue balls. Which made walking a difficult, embarrassing exercise. As he just could not keep his back straight, his head high. From the pain. Yet August simply insouciantly said.

"Thank you."

Interlaced her fingers with Jonathan's. And dragged him to the beach.

*****

At the beach the mixed age couple looked for some beach chairs to set camp in, but unable to find any free ones nearby, decided on a spot in the sand that would be a good one to bring chairs to. Then August instructed Jonathan.

"Jonathan. Find us a couple of chairs. The long ones to lie on."

"Yes August"

Said Jonathan. Who headed to the hotel's beach hut to find them. When he got there the hotel staff told him that they are sorry. All long chars are already on the beach and in use, but please take these two short ones. And Jonathan, not sure what else to do says ok, takes the two chairs, and heads back to August.

And not sooner is he back and has set them up, August snaps at him. Her hand on her sexy hip. Her eyes on fire.

"Jonathan. What are these?"

"Do they look like long chairs to you?"

"Are you going hard of hearing? Or is it hard of sight from old age?"

And Jonathan, cowering before his own daughter, says.

"August, sorry. All long the ones are already in use..."

And then August really snaps like a wrathful Empress.

"What! You loser! The long ones, or anything worthwhile in life, are always already in use!"

"Don't you know, you 40 year old child, that you always have to butter up, or bribe, somebody for everything!"

"No wonder you never get what you want! Job, woman, life! You don't know how to take it!"

"Now get on your hands and knees! Not like that dummy! Across the direction of the chair!"

And Jonathan, shaking in fear at the wrath of August. An anger that reminds him of August's mother Skylar, but which August has perfected it. Does as directed.

No sooner is he down on his hands and knees on the sand, that he realizes all their neighbors on the beach have been paying attention to the show. And that though he is obviously larger, stronger, and older than his date, he is nothing but her henpecked bitch cowering before her. He is not sure what to expect next. He hopes to god August is not going to spank him like a child. What he does not expect is that August simply takes her chair. Leans back.

And puts her ankles and feet on Jonathan's back.

Oh god no! Thinks Jonathan. She is using me as a human stool! In front of everybody! Oh gee, earth please swallow me! Thinks Jonathan. The shame is intense. But rather than get up, he thinks, somehow, if he just stays still he is somehow going to go unnoticed. Maybe he can pretend he is looking for something he dropped in the sand. But he knows that hope does not hold water. Yet he dare not move. He does not move. And second by second it is obvious he is not going to move. After August just dehumanized and objectified him with a few choice words.

Unlike Jonathan, August is not at all unhappy with her place right now. She is a bit angry at Jonathan. But not really as much as she is showing to be. She does want to put Jonathan in his place a little more though. Teach him a lesson. So picking up her phone, dials a video call to her mother.

"Hello mom!"

Says August when her mother picks up.

"Oh, hi, Honey!"

Says Skylar, August's mother, in return.

No! This cannot be happening! Thinks Jonathan, as he kneels on all fours under August, while she talks to his ex!

"I thought you were spending the weekend with your dad? Where are you anyway? The beach?"

"Dad is a little tied up right now. So he is not available. Yes I am at the beach. With a date."

Says August. And funnily enough manages to construct those declarations so none of them is a lie. While Jonathan cannot believe his ex and his daughter are talking about him while he is kneeling under the latter's feet!.

"To bad for him. But good for you. Your dad does not always know how to set priorities."

Says Skylar. Then after a snigger, August says.

"He seems to need a woman to keep him on his knees and on a very short leash. To set priorities for him."

"Ohhh... Honey. You have no idea how true that is!"

Says Skylar, remembering Jonathan's pleas for a more dominant wife. Jonathan is red with shame. And is sincerely hoping none of the neighbors realize he is the dad, in addition to the date.

"Maybe I do, mom!"

Honey, please! Cut me a break! Please! Begins to plead Jonathan in his mind, as his penis and testicles begin to react to his predicament. As they always react to being utterly humiliated by an exquisite slim blonde. The former leaking and trying to stretch. The latter throbbing and trying to retract. He already came down with bad case of blue balls in the hotel room. And now August is mentally kicking those blue balls in. And it hurts! Please! Honey!

"Well, Honey! I let you get back to your getaway! Love you!"

"Love you mom!"

Says August, and they hang up. Yet for the next ten, twenty, thirty minutes August does not move from her chair. Nor does she talk to Jonathan. She simply leans back, a sun hat in her face, as she relaxes to the sand, sea, and wind. Her feet and ankles comfortably resting on Jonathan's kneeling back.

*****

Eventually August spots a beautiful mixed age couple playing netless beach volleyball. And feeling like she has relaxed to the beach enough, decides it might be fun to join them. Jonathan, meanwhile, is eyes-closed, deep in subspace beneath her legs. But she decides he'll have to snap out of it enough to play a game of volleyball with her, telling him.

"Jonathan. You can get up. You better not disappoint me again. Is that understood?"

"Yes August."

"Come with me. And be ready to be social."

Usually August would think people do not want to be disturbed when they clearly are having fun alone together. But the couple is similar to them. The man, in his mid 40s, looks like a lecherous alpha businessman type. One that would probably see her company as icing on the cake to his date. The woman, a sexy, slim, brunette in her mid 20s would probably see her as a kindred spirit that would be fun to play with for a bit. That fact that neither might care about Jonathan does not matter. Though his presence would make sure the situation is not weird. So approaching them, Jonathan in tow, she says.

"Hello, lady and gent. It looks like you are having fun. Mind the boldness, but would you like to play a game of doubles?"

"Oh hi!"

Says the woman first, chirpily. Followed by a more confident.

"Hello."

From the man.

"Charles, what do you think? Should we play a round of doubles with this lovely couple?"

"Sure, Amber."

Says Charles, after hesitating for a second. Things are going splendidly with Amber, so he does not feel the need to add other people in the mix. But he takes a good look at August, and god is she a looker! Young. Skinny. Tall. Blonde. In that skimpy white bikini that might fall off if she starts playing volleyball. The man with her looks a bit like a handbag loser. But that doesn't matter. Maybe even better. Maybe he can appropriate his girl too. He thinks.

"Great! I am August, and he is Jonathan. I would suggest boys against girls."

Says August, and the other couple agree.

So August goes besides Amber, and Jonathan goes besides Charles. And they begin a game. The girls serve first.

Charles is good. Amber holds her own. And August is good too. But Jonathan is weaker. And in a game of volleyball you are only as good as your weakest link. So after several back and forth's between men and women it is not long before Jonathan drops the ball. And it is point for the girls.

Charles is a little irritated, even if he often choses to let girls win. By choice, though.

They start again, and after several back and forth's, Jonathan misses the ball again. Charles is beginning to get more irritated. Even as Amber says.

"No worries! You lose some you win some."

But then August says.

"Amber, why do we not make it a little more challenging. Aim for Jonathan's groin. It actually is pretty difficult, since it presents such a small target. That will make it more fun!"

"Wow, you are wicked, girl!"

Says Amber, thinking August was just making a cruel joke at her date's expense. Though Amber's date, Charles, thinks August's statement might be true.

And yet as they start another round, and pass it back and forth several times, August does slam the ball down at Jonathan's groin. And hits him. Before the ball falls limply on the sand.

With Jonathan in a cock-cage, the blow stung. And for a minute Jonathan goes down. And Amber says.

"Oh Jonathan! Are you ok?"

Though Charles just shrugs the loser like he does not care. August just snaps.

"Oh! Don't be a pussy! Stand up and keep playing!"

And indeed they soon are back at it. But now Jonathan, compromised, is even worse at the game. And soon August lands another ball on his punished genitals. And down he goes again. Longer this time.

Jonathan is now terrified of his daughter! He can not believe what she is capable of! And winces whenever she so much as gestures like she is going to hit the ball in his direction. The game is all but lost to the boys now. And yet they continue, with a few passes, till August lands a third and final ball on her father's manhood. And Amber says.

"Ok... it seems like the girls won..."

And August says.

"Yes! Thanks for playing! We'll leave you to it."

"No, thank you!"

Says Amber.

"Feel free to join us anytime."

Says Amber to both August and Jonathan. And

"Yes, feel free to join us."

Says Charles to August only. Giving her one last good look, up and down.

"Thanks! Maybe later. Bye!"

Says August, just before she turns and begins to strut away on the sand. Jonathan, limping behind her.

****

Struggling to catch up with his daughter, Jonathan eventually does so. And not without trepidation, he dares to say to August.

"August... You hurt me."

"Oh! Jonathan! Really?! No kidding!"

"August...don't you care?"

"Me? Why would I? Is not my fault it takes so much pain for you to learn your lesson! It is better not to be at the bottom of the totem pole in everything. Else your tiny, weeny nuts might get crushed! Maybe you want to join a few more adult teams. I am sure it would be humiliating for you at first, Jonathan. But hopefully you would become average eventually."

And Jonathan never ceases to be taken aback by his daughter's ability to shove the knife in and then twist it in his wound. And were his manhood not destroyed right now, it probably would be leaking more.

"Anyway, Jonathan. That is the last back talk I will tolerate from you. Or I'll accidentally flush the key to your little hummingbird down the toilet. Understood?!"

"Yes August."

And Jonathan continues walking besides his exquisite svelte blonde daughter, and keyholder, in terror of her wrath.

Till she says.

"Lets go near the actual water. Get our feet wet."

And holding Jonathan's hand for encouragement heads that way.

When they are just where the waves lap the sand and then retreat, always wet and always muddy, she says.

"Jonathan. Down on your knees."

And waits for him to do so, as she stands tall and proud before him.

Jonathan cannot help doing so with trepidation. More and more he is learning the number of ways August the humiliatrix can find to hurt him. And that makes her the most desirable woman he has ever met. But scary. But he obeys. Both knees on the wet mud, bracing for the worst. When August does something he did not expect.

Somehow, she quickly and gracefully swings one sexy bare long leg around the back of his head. And keeping the other one in place, she ends up sitting on his shoulders, her crotch on the back of his neck. One long leg holding tight each side of his face. Her grip surprisingly tight for such a slim woman. And Jonathan, lustingly, thinks it would be tighter were it not for the fact that his daughter has the most fuckable thigh gap he has seen. In any case, he is astounded at the grace of the move. Which was is out of a male-wet-fantasy sexy superspy/assassin movie. And yet here he is, with his knees in the mud and lapping water, August's legs holding his head firmly in place.

"All right Jonathan. Up! Lets see how well you have been training. And you better not drop me or there will be hell to pay."

Jonathan's manhood, still recovering from the bout of athletic ball busting, is flexing and even leaking despite that. As the middle aged man slowly rises to his feet with the exquisite young slender blonde, in a white bandeau and hipster bikini, on his shoulders and neck. When he manages to reach a standing position, August says.