She had invaded his dreams once again, as she had done nearly every night for the past two weeks, this time even more vividly. He once again tasted her and explored her smooth inner flesh walls with his tongue. He was once again breathlessly, hopelessly straining for her, craving her soft warmth wrapped snugly around his tortured, imprisoned member.
But even in his dreams he was denied that ultimate pleasure. Even in his dreams, he was forbidden the relief he so desperately craved from his lustful insanity, which had grown exponentially over the past month. And upon awakening, he would once again be called upon to serve his beautiful, ever powerful step daughter, now his Princess, tending to her every need and impulsive whim. The dreams amplified that call, creating a residual hangover that flashed electric images of Madison's quivering, climaxing body through his mind at regular intervals throughout the day.
Madison was oblivious to just how deeply and complexly that especially intimate night had affected daddy. And she felt no regret for using what was just a momentarily available sex toy to her. But she didn't need daddy for that. In fact, upon reflection, she was kind of grossed out by it. Since that night, she forbade him from any explicit sexual expression, whether verbal or physical. For now at least, he was firmly reconsigned to his primary, purer role as step father, like nothing had ever happened.
The closest he got to feeling Madison was her ever so slightly lingering, soft kisses on the side of his mouth, as if she placed them so carefully. Even this was enough to make him close his eyes and moan inwardly as his cock secretly and shamefully bulged in its tight, metal jacket. That straitjacket was her reassurance that he would never be allowed a full erection for her again, now knowing how obsessed he was with his own step daughter, in all the wrong ways.
This complete suppression of primal need was at moments almost too intense for daddy to bear. But somehow he was able to harness and divert that bursting sexual energy towards serving his Princess - something he had just as desperately come to crave, much to Madison's delight.
It was another day of dutiful chores for daddy. On the list of Madison's demands was that he would pick up her room while she was out, along with taking care of her laundry and preparing her lunch and dinner. A more specific demand was that he hand wash her panties and bras. This was just one of Madison's subtly evil streaks. As well as being better for the fabric, she knew he wouldn't be able to resist smelling her, and the product of her self pleasure, on her delicate garments. But she also knew it would result in ball strangling pain - something daddy had complained about several times over the past weeks before she sternly and disgustedly shutdown his protest. She considered him having to spend more time with her underwear as an ironic punishment for the transgression that got him locked up in the first place. It had at least now become a source of wry amusement for her.
Madison returned for lunch as expected, whisking through the door with a confident, commanding energy. Daddy turned to acknowledge her presence, with a determined look of remaining on schedule.
"Five minutes, Princess."
Madison exhaled a frustrated sigh.
"It should be on the table. And also, you didn't respond to my text."
Daddy remembered he left his phone on charge in his room while taking care of the chores. He hadn't looked at it all morning. Madison gave him no more than three seconds to get flustered.
"I told you that Sabrina was coming over for lunch and you need to make enough for her too. Tut. You know I expect a reply within 10 minutes!"
Before daddy could collect his futile excuses, Sabrina appeared through the open door. She looked incredible as usual. Daddy's every encounter with her, especially now in his heightened state of arousal, mainly involved a conscious effort to avert his ravenous eyes from her wonderfully large, full breasts, at least when her eyes were on him. Her tight, scoop necked shirt hugged her mounds and exposed the deep cleavage that made many men "talk down" to her. She considered these men as nothing more than pigs, and Madison's stepfather was certainly considered one of their farmyard companions.
Madison glared at daddy.
"Well? What do you say?"
"Sorry Princess. Sorry Sabrina. I'll have it ready right away."
Daddy had learned not to bother protesting something so mildly inconvenient. After all, and as Madison had made clear to him, he had a lot to make up for and she would be constantly evaluating his behaviour. It helped of course that daddy was still under a cloud of submissive, horny shame over everything that had happened. He also could not lift himself out of a weakened, servile state in the presence of such beautiful women.
Sabrina wore her usual, mockingly devilish grin as she took her seat at the table. Both her and Madison were immediately on their phones while daddy doubled his efforts at the kitchen counter. Sabrina's eyes suddenly lit up in response to a notification.
"Oh my god, I got another $500 sub on my fan page! Haha! Yesssss. Pay me, pig!"
Madison laughed in a congratulatory spirit.
"Drinks are on you tomorrow then, bitch."
They both giggled gleefully.
All around these girls were simps, perverts, losers and accomplished men with more money than their horny brains knew what to do with. Sabrina expertly exploited every solitary drop of cum waiting to be jerked off by these thirsty animals. She even had a collection of keys sent in by those men desperate to be kept locked in chastity by a busty, mean Goddess.
But one of the keys in her possession was for a different purpose, albeit from the same degrading sentiment. It was daddy's key, entrusted with her by Madison, and she made sure to wear it proudly on her neck chain every time she came around to Madison's house. Yes, it was Madison's house now, and this key secured the cage of her pet.
Daddy already knew Sabrina was the keyholder to his manhood. He had passed the point of begging for it. Still, seeing it there once again, resting safely in the valley of her squishy charms, the humiliation never failed to wash over him.
His curiosity had been piqued. So she had a fan page. That means he could potentially see more of her forbidden fruit. His mind was racing with all the images and videos that might adorn her members only page. Bouncing, clapping, squeezing, sucking... who knows what? He had to see them in all their natural glory. He had to find her profile. His cock instantly hardened, the ring of the cage pulling on his impossibly swollen, blue balls. A now all too familiar discomfort.
He was suddenly jolted back to reality.
"Daddyyy!! We're hungryyy!! Hurry upyyy!!"
Madison's bossy demands had also become fuel for his eye wateringly restrained hard-on. She was so confidently assertive like her mom, his ex wife, but with an irresistibly youthful brattiness. It drove him crazy.
There was a feeling of suspense in the air once they were all finally seated for lunch. Madison cleared her throat, ready to kill it.
"So, daddy, I was meaning to tell you. Sabrina is looking to move out of her parents' place. But she doesn't want to pay rent and I told her we have a spare room that she can use."
Daddy held his fork inches from his open mouth.
"She'll be staying here from Sunday. You'll need to be free to take her stuff in from her car".
This was unbelievable. This was his house! How dare this entitled...
"Princess, I... I think we should talk about this... I mean..."
Madison and Sabrina looked at each other with equally cold expressions before Sabrina raised her eyebrows. Madison then turned to daddy, with her own raised brows.
"Daddy, it's happening. There's enough space here and she's my best friend so I think you should just shut the fuck up and accept it, ok?"
Not for the first time, daddy was dumb struck. Madison was demanding enough, but to live with her attractive, bratty friend who also held his key and essentially despised him flooded his mind with impotent rage. He imagined all his service and sexual frustration doubled and pushed way beyond its limits. He broke down.
"Please girls, this is too much. I can't do this any more. Sabrina, I can't let you move in with that key around your neck. It's... too weird."
The girls looked at each other once again, this time with a bubbling fury. Madison was about to take the lead but Sabrina, placing a sedating hand on Madison's arm, took the floor. She abruptly approached daddy and grabbed his chin, forcing his head up so he had to look into her eyes above the tempting cleavage that was spilling out as she leaned over him.
"Don't you EVER fucking mention that key again you dirty old pig. It belongs to US now and you will accommodate both of us completely! Do you understand?"
"DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND, PIG?"
Daddy stared into her manic yet intensely seductive eyes for several seconds, heart racing and completely paralyzed by the situation.
"Y-yes I understand."
Madison's mouth was open in pure awe of Sabrina's forceful dominance, curling slightly into a smile. In that moment she loved her best friend more than ever.
Sabrina unleashed her grip with a dismissive yank and strutted off to the bathroom as if she now owned the place. There was an awkward silence at the table. Daddy's head was down. His leaking cock would have been helplessly up if only it were free. He couldn't help it. Madison took no pity.
"Good. You have two days to prepare her room. Fresh sheets. Fresh flowers. Empty closet. Every inch of that bathroom sparkling clean. Don't you dare upset her, daddy."
