Four years ago, I started to date a wonderful, sexy woman named Carlie. We hit it off immediately. She had a great body, though her breasts were a little smaller than I like, but she gave excellent head. We dated for six months before I discovered she had a daughter. I was surprised because she was only 30, but her daughter was 14. At first, I opposed staying in a relationship with Carlie because I never wanted children, but Lexi was a sweet girl and didn't interfere with my relationship with Carlie.
I proposed to Carlie four months later, and two months later, we were married. I moved in with Carlie; her home was larger than my apartment, and we became a happy, loving family. Carlie was a nurse, and when she was up for a promotion that required her to work overnight 4-5 nights a week, I encouraged her to take the job, ensuring that I could take care of Lexi. I worked from home, after all, and there was no reason she shouldn't have what she wanted. It worked out well, as I was able to fuck my wife daily since Lexi was in school.
It was during that time that Lexi and I developed a close relationship. I became her friend, the person she could go to for advice. I helped her pick out outfits for dances and parties, though I always encouraged her to wear more conservative outfits, knowing how teenage boys were instead of the sexy little dresses that teens wear nowadays.
Eight months ago, Lexi turned 18. On the evening of her winter formal, two months after her birthday, I realized how sexy Lexi was. Two months ago, I started to plan my next move. Lexi would be 19 in October, and I had to figure out how to get her away from Carlie. I was at a loss when fate intervened. Six weeks ago, Carlie was killed by a drunk driver on her way to work. I tricked Carlie into changing her will so that Lexi would get nothing and I would get everything. I played the shocked husband and stepfather well. Lexi was so scared that I would kick her out. Little does she know that I will never let her go.
The last few weeks have been hard, and I know Lexi is finding it challenging to be in this house. I suggested we move to a new home in a new city, and she agreed. So, following her high school graduation ceremony tomorrow, we will drive the thirty-six hours to our new home across the country.
The home is in a southern climate, warm year-round. It's 15 acres, and the house is directly in the center. Most of the property is undeveloped. Aside from the wrought iron fence around the property and the driveway, you would never know a house existed. The house was modest and looked like any other one in the area. There was a built-in swimming pool and hot tub outside. I also installed an outdoor shower. The house had three bedrooms, four baths, a kitchen, an office, a dining room, a living room, and a family room. In the basement was a home gym. But, in the closet of one of the bedrooms, the room I picked for Lexi was a secret door that led to an underground playroom.
The playroom had various dog cages, a large cell, a shower head that only ran cold water, a toilet, and a slop sink. Bars were running across the ceiling, rings at various points on the floor, and many different kinds of bondage devices. Cameras were embedded, allowing me to record every angle of everything I did to Lexi there. The room was completely soundproof. She could scream all she wanted, and no one would hear her. I wouldn't take her to the playroom right away; I'd ease her into it, but I will begin her training once in the home.
Lexi wore a tight white dress that hugged her curves to graduation with heeled sandals. Her long, blonde hair fell in her natural soft waves to her waist. She wore no makeup, for she didn't need it. About a year ago, her mother introduced her to corsets, as they would be more comfortable to wear under dresses and would support her DDs better. So, she had on a white corset that pushed her girls up high. She was barely 5'1", which made her huge tits even sexier. Once the ceremony was over, she said goodbye to her friends, and we got in my car. We weren't taking anything to the new house except for clothes, which I shipped there ahead of time. Well, at least MY clothes were shipped. Lexi kept a tiny shoebox of mementos but nothing else. That was in the car with us. I was driving straight through, only stopping for some food or the restroom. Lexi wanted to change, but I encouraged her to leave on her dress, telling her wearing a new, white dress to a house was good luck. She was dumb enough to believe me.
When we arrived, she was in awe of the house and property size and was anxious to see her room. I showed her the room, which was larger than her former one, and she loved it, especially the four-poster bed. We were both tired, so I looked for her box of clothes, and after we searched every box, we declared them missing.
"But what will I wear, Daddy?" Lexi asked.
After her mom started working overnight, she decided to call me Dad. After a few months, I was honored and asked her to call me "daddy" when we were alone. She did because she thought it was funny. Now, it's a habit.
"I'll give you one of my shirts for tonight, and tomorrow, I'll take you shopping," I inform her.
I give her a white t-shirt that is practically transparent with the house lights on. It's short, barely covering her ass. I can't wait to see her in it. I hand it to her, and she goes to her room after saying good night to me.
I turn on my tablet and activate the camera feed in her room. I watch her strip, seeing where she throws her dress, bra, and, to my surprise and joy, panties. She placed the shirt I gave her over her head and then washed up in the bathroom. She emerges and then goes to sleep on the bed. Once she's asleep, I sneak into her room and dispose of her clothes. Now, she has nothing but the T-shirt she's wearing.
The following day, I'm in the kitchen, waiting for her to come down. I know she's awake; I've been watching her look in the closet and drawers for clothes, finding none. I know she doesn't want to come down only in the t-shirt, but soon, she decided she had no choice. I closed the program and poured myself another cup of coffee.
"Good morning, Lexi. Do you want a cup?" I ask her, not looking at her.
"Sure, Daddy, thanks," she says. "Um, did you go in my room last night?"
"No, why, dear?"
"Well, my clothes from yesterday are missing. I have nothing to wear."
"Oh, is that a problem?"
"Well, I can't go shopping like this."
I turn and look at her; the shirt is perfect, allowing me to see her perfect body. "There's always online shopping. Why don't you sit down, and I'll make you breakfast."
I make her favorite, lacing it with several drugs that are reported to increase the female libido. I will give her them with every meal, and hopefully, her desire will override her flight response. I give her her breakfast and watch her eat. When she finishes, I invite her to my office to shop online. I put everything she wanted into the cart, costing over $2000. When she looks away, I delete the cart but tell her I purchased everything.
It is now lunchtime, so I make her a smoothie filled with foods that increase libido: strawberries, berries, avocados, honey, pomegranate, and chocolate. I adjust the temperature in the house a little cooler, bringing it down to 65 degrees. After lunch, I take her for a walk in the woods around the house, and as we make our way back, I "accidentally" push her into the pool. Now, the shirt is entirely see-through and hugging her curves.
I feigned embarrassment and helped her remove the shirt. The moment we enter the cold house, her nipples pebble. I walk over to her and hug her, my chest rubbing against her sensitive nipples. "Come, sit on the couch; I'll warm you up."
We sit on the couch, and I sit behind her. I rub my hands on her arms and then her back. I move lower each time, and soon, I'm rubbing her ass. I noticed her breathing was shallower, and I knew I was turning her on. I move my hands back up and let them slowly edge closer to her enormous, young breasts. Soon, my hands are cupping her breasts and kneading them. My thumbs rub across her nipples, and she moans.
"Is Daddy making you feel good, Lexi?"
"Yeeesssss."
"Should Daddy stop?" I ask, my breath on her ear, my lips gently touching that erogenous zone as my hands continue to play with her breasts.
"No, Daddy."
Consent. I smirk. I continue to gently kiss her neck and play with her breasts before I let my hands roam further down her flat belly until they are between her legs. I circle my finger around her clit, close enough to turn her on but far enough away to tease her. She begins to move her hips.
"What's wrong, Lexi?"
"Feels...good...more..."
Smirking, I press on her clit as she arches her back. Her arousal was so great that she was not aware of what was happening. I slowly insert a finger into her pussy, and begin the pump her, watching her arousal grow.
