I awoke slowly, feeling a bit disconcerted, a bit confused, and very very worried. My eyes opened drowsily and I found that I was in my own bed, alone, in the darkened room. I guiltily realized I hadn't thought about Junior for quite some time, but the video monitor on my bedside table showed me he was blissfully asleep in his crib in his room down the hall, and I relaxed.
What in the world had I gotten myself into? What was I going to do now? How was I supposed to face Victor, Daddy, Junior, the world...? So many thoughts fought for attention in my mind and I was overwhelmed with emotion and sensory overload. I had had sex with my father. I had made love to him. He had made love to me. He had cum inside his daughter's pussy – and the scariest thing of all was that I was not worried or feeling guilty about it.
Because I knew, deep in my soul, from the bottom of my heart, that my Daddy was my man, my soul mate, my husband, my owner, my lover, my love, and the man I would spend the rest of my life with. What was I going to DO? The man I was in love with was my FATHER, and there was no way this love would be accepted in society. The man I loved was forbidden to me, and while he and I had obviously decided society's restrictions were immaterial to us, that we were going to be together, come hell or high water, I simply couldn't conceive of HOW we were going to make this work.
And I was married, for God's sake. I was married to a wonderful man, a man who had always treated me with love and respect, and whom I had also always loved and respected. And the fact of the matter was, even now, thinking about him while knowing things were now and forever so very different, I recognized that I still loved and respected Victor – yet I would not be able to be with him anymore.
I was fully aware of the fact that, while I was legally married to Victor, my submission to my Daddy as his, was absolute. In my heart, I was now married to my father. I belonged to him, not as a slave, pet, or toy, simply as his mate. As such, I could no sooner have betrayed that submission as I could have renounced my motherhood.
So what the fuck was I going to DO? I remembered Daddy telling me not to worry, I remembered him sensing my panic at some point and remembered how immediately he had calmed me with gentle words of reassurance, that he would "take care of things." I knew I should trust in him, I knew he would make sure things worked out, I knew he would care for me and protect me and cherish me and FIND a way. But for all that, I felt very worried.
But not about Daddy. I was not worried that all of this was in my head. I was not worried that what had happened was about sex, or that Daddy's claiming of me was about some ridiculous role play involving leather and whips and canes. Yes, Daddy had made it clear that I now belonged to him, belonged to him in a way that had nothing to do with obeying him as a minor had to obey her parent.
The fact that he was my father admittedly added excitement to the relationship, knowing we were engaging in something so taboo, something considered wicked and wrong, something completely rejected by society... But that wasn't the point, that was just the icing on the cake.
No, our new relationship was much deeper than sex, much more than just nasty because it was incest, much more profound in its essence. Never had I ever imagined, never had I ever considered, never had I ever even fantasized about submitting to a man. Never had I ever thought that by doing so, I could feel so strong, so fulfilled. Never had it occurred to me that there was anything missing in my life – until now. Now, knowing that my life would be all about pleasing my Daddy, about making him proud, about being his – now I knew I would actually be complete. And oh how incredibly arousing that was.
But still, what were we going to do about Victor, about Junior, about US? My heart started pounding, suddenly I felt Daddy's absence in a way I had never felt alone before. I needed to go to him, I needed him to hold me, I needed him to help me see there WAS a way for this to be OK. So I got out of bed, noting that my nipples were a bit tender, that my pussy was throbbing faintly, and that my legs were slight shaking ... and it made me smile.
