With Madison's birthday fast approaching, her sense of entitlement was off the meter. This was a "big one" for her, though previous birthdays weren't exactly small affairs.
She had presented a list of items for daddy to purchase, covering her gifts, supplies for the house party she had planned, along with various preparation orders. Thirty to forty guests were expected and everything, down to the finest detail, was expected to be taken care of.
Scanning the extensive list, daddy was rightfully anxious, mostly at the thought of falling short of any one of the demands. He should have known better than to question any of it.
"Princess... you already have a bluetooth speaker. I got one for your last birthday."
Madison immediately shut down the very reasonable challenge.
"That's for my BEDROOM, dummy! The new one is for the party downstairs! I WANT, you GET!"
Madison stamped her foot in exclaimed protest, as if there was a chance she wouldn't get her speaker. Every little thing daddy questioned was met with short-fused, erupting irritation. Madison could raise hell in her own childishly bratty way, whereas her BFF and now housemate, Sabrina, had a calmer, more measured, yet equally as intimidating energy.
The playful hearts Madison had drawn either side of the list title - "Daddy's To Do List" - seemed questionably insincere.
"You'd better get me that fucking speaker, daddy." Madison scowled.
"Yes Princess, I understand."
Daddy's personality could be summarised as "anything for a quiet life", which only fed into enabling Madison's growing entitlement. Madison, now more confidently secure than ever in her control over her step father, was also not afraid to dish out a firm slap if her patience was pushed too far. Add to that, her domineering bestie would be informed of his every transgression. Sabrina loved seeing her Mads get everything she wanted and was fiercely protective of those wants.
Madison took a deep breath and shook her head, as if she was the one living with the difficult brat. She turned to the fridge, bending over to get a juice, her soft, plump ass shamelessly bulging through her shorts. Daddy was hit by the usual shame in ogling his irresistible step daughter, with the usual flashes of depravity privately torturing his mind and member.
Still tightly caged up, now without any release in sight, his ever churning, ever intensifying sexual frustration, relentlessly fuelled by the now double vision of tempting stimulation in his home, continued to deepen his subservience. Even pleading and negotiation had become wholly impotent efforts.
As well as dealing with Madison's everyday fire cracker demands, daddy had also been enlisted as Sabrina's part time play pig, or what she called her "meat prop", using footage of his torment to fill the troth of her hungry, masochistic fan page subscribers.
That torment included pegging, throat fucking, ball busting, ass paddling and face sitting, scheduled once a week like clockwork. This was not only a perfect, sadistic stress reliever for Sabrina, but also very lucrative. Almost every session, daddy was left on the verge of tears from a combination of pain, mental exhaustion and ferociously pent up sexual arousal. His unwavering obsession with Sabrina's breath-taking beauty and powerful aura meant resistance was futile.
If Madison complained about daddy's behaviour, Sabrina had the arena, physically and emotionally, to administer his punishment. It was the perfect arrangement, and he was too far broken to take a stand.
These ongoing business activities were done behind daddy's closed bedroom door, safely out of the sight of Madison, who opted not to partake. After a couple of sessions, she had become disgusted seeing her step father butt naked and in any kind of sexual context. Regardless, Sabrina willingly shared her online income with Madison as a form of rental payment for the use of her property.
Sabrina was fair minded like that.
For daddy, the next day was spent ordering gifts for his darling angel, along with completing his usual chores. But there was an extra order in the mail that he would ensure, as if on pain of death, only he'd know about.
He'd become fascinated watching videos of chaste men cumming in their cages with the aid of a vibrator, typically given as a reward by their dominant partners. It clearly wasn't the full blown, erect orgasm he so desperately craved. But now beyond breaking point, he had to try it. Sabrina's pegging was now expertly cautious enough to avoid milking him. After his pitiful squirt the first time, she considered the release as bordering on pleasurable for daddy, which was absolutely forbidden in her eyes.
If he could just vibe himself to what would probably be a painful, yet somewhat relieving orgasm every day or two, he might just be able to maintain enough post-nut clarity to save his sanity and himself from falling even deeper into servitude, the potential depths of which being once unthinkable, now very real.
From his daily duty of picking up her room, he knew Madison didn't own a vibrator, for whatever reason, otherwise he would have certainly borrowed it whenever she was out. The only sex toy she had was a girthy, veiny, eight inch dildo, standing proudly on her dresser, taunting daddy with images of her tight, warm pussy clamped around it.
As for Sabrina, she was sure to use the lock on her bedroom door after she discovered daddy had peeked at her laptop.
With at least some thread of his sexual and psychological freedom on its way in a discreet package, the confirmation email deleted, the only remaining precaution was to ensure he greeted the mailman in person.
Unfortunately for daddy, he awoke on delivery day handcuffed to the bed post. Sabrina, after returning home late, had decided to mess with him outside of their regular schedule. He didn't stand a chance as he was already in a deep sleep when she was able to gently position him into his restraint.
After five minutes of panic, he heard the inevitable ring of the doorbell. Footsteps were heard briskly moving towards the front door, shortly followed by a cheerful "thank you!" from Sabrina.
"Oh God I'm fucked." daddy despairingly whispered to himself.
But wait a moment. Surely she wouldn't just tear open mail with his name on it. As long as she read the addressee, that is.
After another five minutes, Sabrina was heard approaching daddy's bedroom. He resigned himself to whatever fate the Gods had prepared for him today. Sabrina did her jump scare trick of waiting by the door before launching herself into his room.
"Boo! Morning piggy!"
Daddy groaned, to Sabrina's displeasure.
"Excuse me? I just got your package for you. Show some gratitude."
Aside from the fact that it was Sabrina who ensured he couldn't leave his own bed, daddy knew better than to protest.
"Thank you Sabrina. Good morning."
Sabrina nodded approvingly with a "mhm" before walking over to the bedside and nonchalantly pushing a bare foot into daddy's face.
"Wakey wakey, rise and shine!"
Daddy gagged on her soft sole as she mashed it against his nostrils, her toes curling to grip his face.
"Don't worry, I'll unlock you now. You're pretty useless like this and Maddy and I need breakfast."
Alas, if only the word "unlock" referred to his sack strangling cage rather than just the cuffs. His morning wood was angered by Sabrina's scent.
She pulled her foot away and leaned in close. She was so arrestingly beautiful, even without makeup. The mailman was likely still thinking about her.
"Break the yolk on my eggs again and I'll break your fucking balls. Understand?"
The patronisingly sweet tone with which she threatened him through a broad smile was terrifying. She gave his bulging blue balls a firm squeeze, causing him to shriek.
As Sabrina worked the lock of the cuffs, her scantily covered, overdeveloped tits hanging over daddy's desperate, crimson face, all he could think about was getting a hold of that package and finding a private place to get himself off. But first he would have to make breakfast for the girls.
While Sabrina retired to her room to fix her makeup to perfection, daddy headed downstairs to retrieve the package, only to find Madison had beaten him to it.
"Daddy! My speaker came!" she excitedly announced. The packaged box was, inconveniently, just about the correct size.
"Uh, no, sorry Princess that's for me. Your speaker is coming either tomorrow or Thursday."
Madison was curious.
"You sure? What is it then?"
Daddy started to break sweat a little, a number of potential lies circling in his mind.
"...oh it's just a... water bottle."
Madison paused with a faintly unconvinced look.
"Why is it so heavy?"
"...it's just the material it's made from. To keep the water cool for longer."
Madison was genuinely intrigued.
"Lemme see, I need one myself."
Daddy reflexively raised his hands to his flustered face, Madison retaining suspicious eye contact as she began tearing open the outer packaging.
There, in all its self pleasuring glory, was a newly boxed, jumbo Hitachi Magic Wand.
"What. The. Actual. Fuck?"
Madison glared at daddy, her mouth remaining open from the expletive's vowel. He had to think very fast now.
"Uh... happy birthday!"
Madison was mortified.
"You bought me a vibrator? You bought me A FUCKING VIBRATOR?! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!"
There was clearly no turning back now. This panty sniffing, objectifying step father had now apparently just bought his own step daughter a sex toy.
"Shh, please Princess, I..." daddy didn't want Sabrina to hear the commotion.
"DON'T SHUSH ME YOU FUCKING PERVERT! You think this is appropriate? After everything that's happened, you think this is an appropriate thing to buy me? I didn't even ASK FOR IT!"
Inevitably, Sabrina heard the screams of her upset bestie reverberate through the house and came to investigate.
"What's up Mads? Oh wow, you finally got one! I tell you these things are great neck massagers."
The tension brought down Sabrina's cute joke like a led balloon.
"Oh I didn't buy it. HE DID." Madison stabbed her finger towards daddy.
Sabrina turned to daddy with an exaggerated "WTF" face.
"Lemme get this straight. You bought your step daughter a vibrator... orrr... this is for you?"
Daddy could only try to consider which would be worse to admit within the space of a few seconds. He promptly submitted to the truth.
"Ok, ok, it's for me. Princess, I would never buy you that. I was just... too embarrassed to say."
Almost believing he was in the clear, he sheepishly turned to Sabrina, who couldn't help but crack a wicked smile.
