I wish I had been a better man. Despite my good intentions and efforts to protect and provide for the daughter thrust upon me by unfortunate circumstances, I failed to live up to the hero everyone expected. Temptation and lust intertwined with opportunity, and my morals crumbled, turning me into a villain. Yet, the gravest sin I committed was deceiving her into believing that I wasn't the devil I had truly become.
The story I'm about to tell you started right there, at the bedside of my soon-to-be-departed finance. It had only been a damn few months since we got hit with the gut-punch news of her terminal condition. Despite her illness we decided to marry before it would take her from my life. Love, it was, no doubt. But it was also a way to soothe her worries about her sixteen-year-old daughter Sheryl, who needed a guardian. See, her biological father had disappeared into thin air back when she was just a baby. And in the five years we had shared, I had become the first damn father figure she dared to trust. Little did she know, poor thing, how far off the mark she was.
Two years passed, and that's when the next chapter began. I must say, I did my best to be there for her, helping her navigate through the loss of her mother. It wasn't always smooth sailing, though. We had our fair share of conflicts, as is typical when dealing with a teenager going through puberty. But despite our differences, we always had each other's backs. I may not have always agreed with her choices, but that's what parenting is all about, right?
After her mother's passing, she found solace in a Goth lifestyle. She had a unique beauty about her, but she preferred to keep to herself. She became somewhat of a loner, spending a significant amount of time online and immersing herself in video games.
Despite reaching the age of eighteen, she still was a little girl to me and it was wonderful, watching her blossoming into a young woman. There was an undeniable vulnerability about her, an aura that seemed to beg for protection. I couldn't shake off my worries, fearing that someone lurking in the depths of the internet might harm her. And so, I took it upon myself to shield her from potential harm. Little did I know then, the predator that would emerge would be none other than myself.
Installing the monitoring software was a breeze, and as she sat alone in her room, engrossed in her Discord conversations, I had a steady stream of her activities flowing directly to my phone. Deep down, it felt inherently wrong to invade her privacy in such a manner, but I had made a solemn promise to her mother to ensure her safety. And, as you might have already gathered, my moral compass was far from steadfast.
To be brutally honest, there was a strange thrill that coursed through me as I spied on her, and looking back, it might have been the initial step on my downward spiral. Most of the time, it was just the mundane banter of gaming, but every now and then, I caught a glimpse of an intimate side of Sheryl that I had never expected.
One of the initial shocks that hit me by surprise was discovering her avid consumption of porn. What unsettled me even more was the dark and kinky nature of her preferences, centered on themes of submission and slavery. I was at a loss for how to process it, chalking it up to teenage curiosity and dismissing it. However, the true extent of her explorations soon became clear when I watched her frequent engagements in explicit conversations on adult dating sites, where she openly identified herself as a submissive and was shamelessly flirting with dominant older men.
Needless to say, my concerns grew, and I found reassurance in my decision to keep tabs on her. My nights were restless, as I stayed awake, deeply concerned for her safety. I maintained a vigilant watch over her online activities, hoping to protect her from potential harm. I was relieved to see that she hadn't followed up on any of the dating offers she received. However, it became increasingly evident that she was moving closer to the point of potentially acting out her dark fantasies. I felt lost, grappling with the challenge of how to prevent her from encountering dangerous strangers.
In the following weeks, as I delved deeper into understanding my stepdaughter, a disturbing realization began to take shape in me. I found myself viewing her through a lens that was entirely inappropriate and twisted. It was an unsettling shift, one that I couldn't ignore or deny. The thoughts and feelings that arose within me were completely wrong, straying far from the boundaries of a caring and responsible guardian.
I grappled with this troubling revelation, struggling to match my genuine concerns for her well-being with the improper desires that had taken hold of my mind. I have to confess, that besides all the concern I had for her safety she turned me on quite a bit. During our daily interactions I could not help looking at her body and thinking about the nude pictures I had seen her sending to total strangers.
When I made the fateful decision to act upon the twisted plan that had formed in my mind, I convinced myself it was an attempt to protect her. Yet, looking back with a guilty heart, I now realize that I had given in to temptation. I had become the very embodiment of the darkness I had once sworn to shield her from. In that moment, I betrayed the trust she had placed in me, and the self-deception I had woven became painfully clear.
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As Sheryl logged into the dating site, she scrolled through the huge pile of messages that had become routine. There was a peculiar thrill in the knowledge that she had become the object of desire for numerous men, all hoping for the opportunity to exploit her vulnerabilities. It was a twisted fascination that held her attention, feeding into her sense of power and reckless rebellion.
The notion of someone exerting control over her, even to the point of potential blackmail, exhilarated Sheryl to no end. However, she soon realized that most of the men who flooded her inbox were merely seeking fleeting encounters, unable to truly fulfill her dark and debased fantasies. It left her longing for someone who could match the depths of her desires, a yearning that grew stronger with each disappointing interaction.
On this particular night however, a message appeared in Sheryl's inbox that stirred within her a potent mix of fear and exhilaration. It was different from the usual barrage of casual propositions and empty promises. This message echoed the dark desires she had witnessed in numerous porn movies, bringing her long-held fantasies closer to reality. The gravity of the situation washed over her, causing her to tremble with a combination of anticipation and apprehension. The artificial dream she had harbored was now confronted by the raw potential for something truly intense and transformative.
"Good evening slave.
You made a big mistake by not securing your online activity with a VPN service. A skilled hacker easily can get into your system and take control over your computer. A very good hacker like me however, has the skill to go a step further and take control over you. I know everything about you Sheryl, who you are, who you go to school with and even more important, what your dirty dreams are.
Make no mistake, I own you now. You are my new slave and you will do exactly as I tell you.
You are a smart girl and I think you understand the situation you are in. Respond immediately with:
Yes Master X, I will do exactly as you tell me. I thank you for taking me as your submissive slave."
Sheryl's heart raced as she logged out of the dating site and hastily powered off her computer. Fear coursed through her veins, causing her whole body to quiver. She hid under the safety of her blanket, desperately trying to shield herself from the unsettling encounter. Doubts plagued her mind. Could it have been a phishing attempt, designed to trick her into revealing personal information? Yet, there was one undeniable detail that sent shivers down her spine—the message had explicitly mentioned her real name.
She remained in her bed for a while, struggling to calm herself down. Sleep seemed impossible as her heart raced with adrenaline. After some time, she managed to convince herself that she may have misunderstood the message or let her imagination run wild. Determined to dismiss her fears, she mustered the courage to turn on the computer and log back into the dating site. To her dismay, there was yet another message waiting for her from Master X. Opening it took every ounce of her energy and resolve.
"Welcome back slave.
I understand that accepting your new situation may be a shock to you. I am not an evil man, but you have to learn that as your Master I will not tolerate any disobedience. You will follow my instructions to the point, at any time and without hesitation. If you fail to do so you will be punished by me. If your disobedience gets too frequent or if you choose to not follow my orders at all, I will expose you. Consider the attached file as a punishment and as a onetime warning.
You have ten minutes to respond with the following phrase:
