The Institute of Apotheosis Research
Submissive Incest Mind Control 5: Daughter's Sexy New Jewelry
"Drone control must be having trouble piloting," Mindy's father said, the three of them watching the screen, following the progress of their new Goddess, Bess Atwater.
Mindy found her fascinating. She was such an inspiration. A Goddess who used the powers granted her by the Halo, the device created by the very Institute of Apotheosis Research that the eighteen-year-old girl was at. It made her shiver, her naked body pressed against her twin sister, Cindy, their round tits smeared in their father's cum.
They loved incest and now they loved being submissive to their father. To let him control them the way Bess let herself be controlled by her parents. The Goddess had the power to be dominant the way the previous four Gods had, but instead she surrendered herself to others. She was a living example to women on how to serve the men in their lives if they craved that need.
Mindy couldn't look away from the shaky image. The drone hovering in the air over the Goddess and her family wasn't flying smooth. Cindy giggled while Mindy imagined the drone pilots being so turned on by the image of the three naked women, two of whom were barely legal girls, following a man down the street being led by leashes attached to collars around their throats.
It made Mindy ache. She wanted to be paraded naked by her daddy. To stride with her round tits, coated in their father's jizz. She couldn't wait for the Gods to spread their teaching and show the world that such prudishness was outdated. That people should be able to go around naked, to be shown off by their sexy daddy who owned them.
"I want that," Cindy whispered.
Mindy nodded to her twin. They glanced at each other. The mirrored passion she witnessed in Cindy's dark eyes made Mindy shiver. Then her lips found her sister's. They kissed so hard, their tongues dancing together.
I love this so much,
Mindy thought as the heat washed out of her pussy.
"They're at the tattoo parlor, girls," groaned their father.
The twins wrenched their lips from each other, staring at the screen. Mindy let out a whining, "Ooh, I hope drone control gets a camera inside! I want to watch the piercings so badly!"
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I loved the feel of the leather cuffs on my wrists, the short chain connecting them holding my arms pinned behind my back, my fingers brushing the tops of my naked ass. I trembled as Daddy fit the leather collar about my throat, a thick ring set into the black material. My half-sister (I thought she was my cousin for the longest time until we learned today that she was actually my father's daughter) Georgia already had her collar, a leash connected to it.
"Oh, she just looks so sexy, Father," Mom said, the submissive woman always addressed Daddy as "Father" in lieu of "Master." She, too, had a collar about her neck, a thick choker with an attached leash. She also had a leather corset that lifted her round breasts into a lush pair of mounds, her fat, pink nipples thrusting out before her. She also had these sexy, thigh-high boots with stiletto heels.
I didn't have anything on but a pair of white socks and boring shoes. But my parents were practicing BDSM from before I was even born (another surprise that came out since I gained my mind control powers). I would soon have my own naughty outfit because we were going shopping today.
But first, Daddy wanted his slaves marked.
Daddy connected the leash to my collar. He gave a sharp tug on it, making me gasp and flutter, my pussy clenching. Already a line of juices ran down my thighs. "Yes, you are a sexy thing, young lady."
"Thank you, Daddy," I said. Part of me wished I was gagged so I wouldn't be tempted to use my mind control powers. I needed to be careful with them. I should never use my powers on my parents now that I had corrected them.
Now that I had shown them that they didn't have to treat me in their weird, hippy, liberal way where they tried to be my friend instead of disciplining me. Instead of treating me like their daughter-slave. Now that they understood, part of me never wanted to speak again.
But the world wouldn't accept us. So I needed to speak. Especially with what Daddy had planned for today.
He was so hard, his cock tenting his leather pants. He, too, had his BDSM outfit on, black leather pants and a leather vest that showed off his muscular torso. It made him look so strong. So powerful. I quivered just looking at him, his dark-brown eyes almost swallowing me up.
I loved him so much. I was so glad I was his slave.
Daddy grabbed the leashes dangling from my half-sister and mother's collars. He held all three in a tight fist. Mom opened the door--unlike my Georgia and me, she wasn't cuffed--and bowed her head, murmuring, "Father."
Daddy walked past her, his polished boots thudding on the ground. We all followed after, stepping naked into the outside world. I shuddered at the feel of the late morning sun kissing my naked breasts. A hot thrill rippled through me. My heart beat faster and faster. Anyone could see us.
Anyone.
Our neighbors. My friends from college. Strangers. People would judge us. They would be shocked. Object. They wouldn't be free enough to be controlled by another. To have the strength to dominate and unleash their passions upon the world.
I would show them. The weird Institute sent me the Halo to become a Goddess. I would be an example to them all. I would show everyone the joys of submission. The thrills of exhibitionism. The rapture in bondage.
My small breasts jiggled before me. I walked with my back straight, proud to be Daddy's slave. Georgia walked beside me, her brassy-brown hair tumbling about her eighteen-year-old face. We had similar features. Her round breasts were large, but we both had those same fat, pink nipples my mom had.
Did Aunt Louisa have the same nipples? I'd find out tonight when Mom's sister and her husband, Uncle Wayne, came over to play.
Daddy marched us up to the family minivan. Not his cool Mustang. I wrecked that yesterday. Only Daddy didn't go to the driver seat like I expected. Mom did. He let go her leash so she could walk around the other side of the car. He wrenched open the sliding side door.
"Georgia," he said, letting go of her leash.
"Daddy," she whimpered and then climbed in, her thighs glistening with her excitement.
Then Daddy wrenched open the passenger seat and sat down. He still held my leash. He tugged on it. I gasped, stumbling forward as he slid the seat back as far as he could. He fished out his hard cock from his leather pants. It thrust thick and huge from it.
"Take your seat, young lady," he said.
My pussy clenched. "Yes, Daddy."
I climbed up into the minivan, my cunt growing hotter and hotter. Tingles buzzed through my body. I whimpered, my body trembling at how hot this was. I wiggled, my fingers flexing, wishing I could grab stuff and steady myself as I moved into place. I couldn't. This helplessness made it more exciting. I felt so helpless. So weak. So naughty.
I shifted over and groaned as his dick nudged my butt-cheek. I couldn't grab his shaft and guide it to my cunt. I had to wiggle my hips, feeling his cock sliding around my crotch, probing into my trimmed, black bush. I gasped as the tip brushed my clit. I shifted forward, feeling that spongy crown against my slit.
