Author's note: This story is pure fantasy and fiction and contains sexually explicit dialog and action. It deals with an incestuous relationship and I ask that if this type of material is offensive that you please do not read this story. I thank Kate for inspiring this story.
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"No, Kate," her mother snapped at her, "you cannot go to the movies with your friends tonight."
"Mom," she replied with an angry edge to her voice, "I'm 18 years old and finished with high school. Why can't I go out with my friends tonight?"
"No more discussion. I said "no" and I mean it," was her mother's curt reply.
Kate was furious. Her mother always treated her like a child and here she was a new high school graduate, working a summer job to earn money for college and being told she couldn't go out. Looking down to the head of the table Kate caught her father's eye and was silently pleading with him to intercede for her. He looked at her and she detected a faint smile on his lips. She had seen that look so many times before and hoped he was going to say something on the subject.
Kate knew she was his favorite girl; his special girl. He always protected her and shielded her and Kate looked to him for his strength and guidance. It wasn't just the fact that he sided with her over the years, but his power and dominance was always palpable. If he spoke on a subject, then that was the way it would be. He ruled the home and also all other aspects of their life. He was the family patriarch but also the life force and producer/director of their little world. She knew that her mother would never question his judgment or pronouncements. If he intervened in this or any other family discussions, he always had the last word. Her mother never argued with him. It was obvious to Kate that she wouldn't dare argue with him. She suspected that if her mother went against Daddy or displeased him that she would be in deep trouble. She knew this instinctively but had never seen it happen and had no idea what that meant.
"Tell me, Kate, if I allow you to go out tonight, when can I expect you home." He said in his steady deep voice. Kate's eyes lighted up as she looked at him. He sat there in his crisp white shirt from work, his broad shoulders and strong angular face. In her estimation, he was the epitome of what a man should look like.
"No later than midnight, Daddy" she replied with some hope in her voice. They both heard a barely audible intake of breath from her mother when she said this.
"Is there something you want to say," he asked turning to his wife with his eyes steady and stern. His eyes dared her to argue or question his absolute authority.
"No, dear, I just was thinking that Kate needs to be at work by 8am tomorrow and getting in that late is not very responsible," she told her husband in a weak voice.
"Kate, do know when you need to be at work tomorrow," he asked
"Yes, Daddy, I do," she replied.
"Make sure you get in by midnight and enjoy your evening with your friends," he said as he reached for his wine glass and took a sip.
"Thank you Daddy," Kate responded to this reprieve with a beaming smile.
Her father looked at her mother. When their eyes met she immediately looked down at her plate. His eyes then turned to his beautiful daughter with the long dark hair and very sensual figure. His gaze dropped to her chest and the scoop neckline of her top and the swell of her fully developed breasts. Kate had seen him look at her like this before and instead of making her uneasy, it made her proud to be the object this type of examination by him. She had never analyzed her feelings or what his looks really meant. She just knew that she liked knowing that he enjoyed looking at her body. When his gaze was fixed on her body, it made her feel like a grown up woman. It always caused a shiver to run through her body. She had so many dates take hold of her big full breasts and she loved the feel of their hands on her. She especially enjoyed the feel when they were rough with her sensitive nipples or sucked and used their teeth on them. Daddy's looks always made her skin tingle and her nipples harden. It was as if he was touching her with his eyes.
"I think you need to clear the table now," he said to his wife.
"Yes, I'll start cleaning up the kitchen," his wife said as she rose and cleared some dishes and walked to the sink. They heard her running the water and start to work on the pots and pans.
Kate moved sideways toward her father and then leaned forward in his direction. She knew that this allowed him an even closer view of her full breasts. The tight, low cut top coupled with her bent forward position let him see the fullness of her big, firm tits. He did not hide his appreciation of her obvious display and she watched him smile as he slowly observed her. Her nipples pushed out and were like little rocks under the tight top.
"Should I get up and go help Mom," Kate asked as she sat motionless in front of him.
"Not yet, baby girl. First you need to lean over and pick that napkin off the floor," he told her. Kate dropped her eyes and saw nothing on the floor until her Dad's hand reached out and dropped it directly in front on her. Kate glanced up with a grin. She felt her pussy twitch and moisten. Her breath caught in her throat from his obvious demand for her to expose herself even more.
"I think I need to go down lower to get it Daddy," she said as she slipped off her chair and squatted almost directly below him, leaning forward to pick up the napkin.
"You are a big grown up girl aren't you," he smiled back at her.
"Yes, Daddy, I think you can see how big I am," she giggled a bit as he was only about a foot away from her half naked tits. He reached out and stroked her soft hair.
"Now start helping your mother. I want to see you later after you get back home," he told her.
"Yes, Daddy, you can see me anytime you want," she slowly rose in front of him, leaning across the table to gather the rest of the plates. Doing so, she showed him her tight ass in her snug jeans shorts.
"You have definitely grown up, baby girl," he said as he took a full grip of her ass, kneading the well formed flesh. She stayed motionless while he touched her. Then he pulled his hand back and delivered a swat to her ass. The blow was firm but not painful and Kate loved the sting on her flesh from the spank.
"Yes, Daddy," she seemed to moan as she stayed there waiting for more.
"Now get in the kitchen and help your Mom," he said as he got up to leave the room. Kate liked his eyes on her ass and legs as she grabbed the dishes and went in to help her mother. Hoping he was still watching her, she exaggerated the sway of her hips as she moved to join her mother.
Kate left soon after the dinner dishes were done. After she left, her father came back into the kitchen to find his wife putting the dish towels away. She turned to him when he entered and she looked at him and then lowered her eyes.
"Let me ask you a question. Who is in charge in this house," he said in a firm and steady voice.
"You are, Sir," she replied while still looking down at the floor.
"So when our daughter asks permission to go out, why is it that you think you can decide whether or not she can go," he asked
"I am sorry, Sir," she replied in a meek voice.
"But you know that 'sorry' doesn't work with me don't you, slut," he snarled.
"Yes, Sir, I know that," she answered feebly.
"So what is required now," he asked her in his steady commanding voice.
"I need to be punished, Sir," she told him.
"Is that really the way to answer that question, you whore," he barked at her.
"Please, Sir, please punish your whore. I need your punishment to correct my bad behavior," she said as the words spilled out of her.
"Take your dress off and throw it in the corner," he told her.
"Yes, Sir," she replied almost in a whisper. Her hands went to the zipper in the back and she pulled it down and then let the dress drop at her feet. Reaching down she took the dress and tossed it into the corner as ordered. She stood there about six feet from him in just her bra, thong, thigh high stockings and high heels. She was required to be dressed for him like this under her dress. She was a striking woman of 42, with full breasts and long well formed legs and a shapely ass. Her stomach was still flat and she had a nice tan from her membership at the local tanning salon. Her bra and thong were lacy and partially see through. She wore black today and the stockings matched the lacy undergarments. Her heels were black four inch stiletto heels with open toes and an ankle strap. The strap had a buckle that looked like a small polished silver padlock. The rest of the shoes had some polished silver studs adorning them. She looks very hot, standing there awaiting her punishment, he thought as he appraised her sexy body.
"Go get the case with the equipment case and put it on the kitchen table," he told her in a clam steady voice.
"Yes, Sir," she answered and walked past him to get the case from the back of their closet. She walked very close to him in hopes that he would touch her as she passed. But he did not reach out. She returned quickly but was visibly trembling when she laid the case on the table.
"Open it, slut," he demanded.
She flipped the latches and then popped the top open. It was a small leather suitcase about twice the size of a briefcase and it was full of cuffs, chains, clamps, floggers and paddles. It has vibrators and probes and butt plugs. There were blindfolds and masks and ball gags. He also had a mouth cage which was intended to hold her mouth opened while he forced his cock through the circular opening in the center. The case was full of everything he had purchased over many years. She knew each item intimately. Her shaking hands dropped to her sides. He was sitting on a chair away from the table as he spoke again.
"Bring me the cuffs for your ankles and wrists and the flogger. You better bring the constricting bands for your big tits too," he said.
"Yes, Sir," she choked out. This had been a ritual for many years but just asking for these things caused her pussy to lubricate itself with a gush of sex juice. She was incredibly excited and aroused. He stood up and motioned for her to sit in the chair as he reached for the hard rubber constricting bands.
"I've always liked your big tits, whore," he said take taking hold of them and squeezing and rubbing them in his big hands. His fingers took her hard nipples and he rolled them between the thumb and fore finger and pulled them out slightly.
"Oh, yes, thank you, Sir" she moaned as he worked them.
He took a band and pulled it wide with both hands, putting it over her right breast until it was firmly nestled at the base of her full breast. He let it go and the band contracted around the breast, forcing it out and making her nipples even more erect and swollen.
"Oh, God," she cried out as the feeling in her swollen tit intensified. He quickly moved to the next breast and did the same.
"Ahhhhh," she cried out from the pressure and erotic sensations that flooded her chest. His hands once again reached for her full breasts when the bands were in place. His movements caused her reactions and sensitivity to be multiplied. He then took her nipples and pinched down.
