Submitting to Daddy

Father and daughter went into the kitchen and started cleaning up. Eric couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he handed the dirty dishes to his mostly nude daughter. He couldn't wait for his wife to get home to see how well things had gone. Cassie was going to be even more excited than he was; she had been very vocal over the past few months about her desire to return to a more full-time submission in their relationship. He figured it had a lot to do with Jax's impending departure and the major life change that would mean for them. She'd always appreciated structure in her life, and they were still young for parents of an 18-year-old; he was 45 and she was only 40.

With the dishes taken care of, Eric sat down at the kitchen table while Jax finished up. He sipped his coffee and watched her as she darted throughout the room, wiping the table and straightening the counter. Her tits barely bounced, they were so firm and perky, and her lacy panties hugged her ass perfectly, exposing the bottom third of each supple, taut cheek. He was now sure that her time wearing panties in the house was going to be short-lived, so he wanted to appreciate how sexy they looked now.

His erection, which had flagged while he participated in the cleanup, had returned in full force, and he adjusted it as best he could to hide it away. He wanted badly to touch her body, to feel her warm, soft skin with his fingers, to guide her gently to her knees and teach her the real place of a woman in his house. But he knew all of that would come, in time, and it would be better and stronger for the foundation he was building now. He had always been a man who could control his desires, a disciplined man. This was no time to give in.

When the kitchen was spotless, Jax stood before him, her hands clasped in front of her, the nipples on her pert breasts erect. The cleaning task had been a good use of her nervous energy, but Eric thought she seemed a little unsure of herself now at rest.

"Good girl," Eric said, smiling at her. "I'm so proud of how you're getting used to this. There's so much more I want to teach you, but it's best that we take it slow."

Jax smiled back at him. "Thanks Daddy. It's definitely a bit weird but it's kind of exciting too."

She pulled out the chair across from him and made to sit down but Eric cut in.

"Honey, wait." Jax froze, one hand on the chair's back. Eric spoke calmly but with firmness: "From now on, please ask to sit down in my presence unless I've given you permission."

Jax looked taken aback. "Ask? To sit down?"

"Yes honey. It might seem a little silly, but it's a simple way of showing your respect for me as the leader of the house."

Jax paused, clearly thinking something over. After a moment, she stood up straight and softly asked: "May I please sit, Daddy?"

"No." Eric let his denial hang there for a moment to see how she reacted, but she didn't bite. He was impressed. He took a final sip of his coffee and then held up the empty mug. "I'd like another cup of coffee. Do you know how to make it?

Jax's brow furrowed. Her fingers squirmed in her clasped grip. "Um, no I don't. I'm sorry Daddy."

"That's alright honey. I'll show you."

He explained the process, the correct ratios and how to use the equipment, and then stood back to let her figure it out for herself. As she busied herself grinding the beans and heating the water, Eric got a text from Cassie on his Apple Watch.

"All done shopping, Mr" she wrote, using their text-abbreviation for Master. "Hope everything's going well. Please let me know when it's time for me to come home."

He swiped a response on the keyboard on the tiny screen. "Went great. Come home now."

Ten minutes later, Eric was sipping his freshly brewed mug at the kitchen table and talking to Jax about coffee when he heard Cassie's car pull into the driveway. Normally he would greet her and help her unload, but this was a perfect learning opportunity for Jax.

"Your mother's home," he said, nodding toward the front door. "Go help her with the groceries."

Jax looked nervous, instinctively covering up her breasts with her arms. "But Daddy..."

Eric smiled. "It's OK. She'll be so excited, trust me."

Jackie stood up and slowly walked to the kitchen doorway. She peered down the hallway toward the front door that her mother would walk through any second. Eric saw goosebumps break out all over her tanned, perfect skin.

She glanced back at him. "Are you sure Daddy?"

He didn't respond, just looked at her expectantly. She took his meaning and padded on her bare feet down the hall to the door. Eric could see down the hallway from his seat, and he watched as his barely clothed daughter opened the door, hiding her body behind it. A second later, Cassie walked in lugging three large tote bags filled with groceries.

With her long blond hair pulled back in a ponytail and a suit of skin-tight athleisure clothing, Cassie looked every bit the upper-middle-class suburban mom. She was still wearing her big chunky black sunglasses, hiding the beautiful face Eric adored. A devoted skincare regimen meant only the faintest wrinkles had begun to form near her mouth and eyes. At a quick glance she looked no older than 30, with the figure to match. Her black yoga pants showed off her strong, lean thighs and muscular ass -- the result of twice weekly tennis matches at the club -- and a pink top hugged her svelte stomach and pronounced bust alluringly.

"Hi honey," she said distractedly. She put the bags on the floor as Jax closed the door behind her. At the click of the latch, Cassie took off her sunglasses and turned to look at her daughter. She squealed in delight.

"Oh my gosh! My beautiful daughter!" She wrapped her arms around Jax, engulfing her in a loving embrace. "I'm so, so happy and excited for you."

Jax couldn't help but giggle in response to such a greeting, and she hugged her mom back with equal gusto. Speaking from her perch on Cassie's shoulder, she said, "Thanks, Mom. I don't really know what to think, but I'm happy too."

"Let me look at you," Cassie said, standing back with Jax at arm's length. Jax dutifully kept her arms at her sides as her mother's glance roved over her. Eric rose from his seat and stood silently down the hall, watching his two girls.

"Goodness, you are beautiful," Cassie said wistfully. "What an incredible body. Daddy is going to love it."

Jax's eyes bulged, and Eric sighed. Though it was a logical conclusion that he would use her body, Eric had avoided mentioning it specifically so far. He didn't want his careful pacing to be disrupted at this precarious juncture, so he stepped forward to assert himself.

"Darling, please," he said. "Remember, this is all very new for Jax and nothing is set in stone." He sounded friendly, but he knew that Cassie would understand from the way his eyes flashed that she had misstepped.

She flushed and covered her mouth with her hands. "Oh honey, I'm so sorry. You are so right." She turned to Jax. "Just ignore silly me, honey. Your father is right. There's no rush for anything. I'm just so happy that we can live this way as a family."

Jax nodded, still looking a little rattled. Eric cursed himself for letting this happen and he wanted to distract her before her thoughts could spiral into negativity and panic.

He turned to Jax. "Put the groceries away, honey." Looking grateful for a task, she picked up two of the bags and carried them down the hall to the kitchen. Cassie picked up the remaining bag and walked slowly past Eric.

"I'm so sorry, Master," she said again, keeping her voice low. "I forgot myself."

He put his left hand on her ass, guiding her slowly toward the kitchen. Speaking quietly into her ear, he said, "It's alright, babe. I know you're excited, but I must not be undermined, especially now. She has to understand I am firmly in control or she won't be able to submit. Do you understand?"

Looking suitably chastened, she nodded. Smiling now, Eric slapped her ass -- not too hard, but enough to make it sting -- and she yelped as she scooted forward into the kitchen.

Eric followed her. Jax had already started unloading one of her bags, but Cassie paused after putting hers on the counter. She turned to Eric and rather sheepishly asked, "May I please take my clothes off?"

Eric watched Jax freeze with her hand in the cupboard. It seemed like she was holding her breath as she turned to look at her mother.

"Yes, honey," Eric said. He was pleased at this unbidden show of submission in front of Jax. It showed simultaneously that Cassie deferred to his judgment but was also free to ask for what she wanted. And he had been about to tell her to disrobe anyway.

Cassie smiled and knelt to untie her shoes. Eric made eye contact with Jax but betrayed no emotion beyond comfortable contentment. She seemed to take heart in that and her body relaxed. She continued unloading the bag as Cassie slid off her shoes and socks. She quickly rolled her yoga pants down her legs, revealing a lacy black thong, which, taking a hint from how Eric had clearly instructed Jax to dress, she left on. Then off came the pink tanktop and matching pink bra.

Cassie had gotten a breast lift after breastfeeding Jax. Eric didn't need her to but she'd insisted; it made her happy and he certainly didn't mind. Luckily for them, it wasn't hard to find a good plastic surgeon in Orange County, and the doc had done an amazing job. Instead of making them seem fake or enhanced, he essentially just restored her tits to their former glory.

These refurbished breasts were now on display in the kitchen in front of Jax. As D cups, they were at least two sizes bigger than Jax's perky mounds. Jax looked down at her own chest and then back at her nearly nude mother, who was folding up her clothes and placing them in a neat pile on top of her shoes in the corner of the kitchen.

Eric sat at the kitchen table and watched as his topless wife and daughter finished putting everything away, then he beckoned for them to join him. Jax watched Cassie pause behind the chair and wait for Eric's nod before sitting. He smiled as he looked at their beautiful faces and different but equally sexy breasts. They could almost be sisters.

"I love you both so much," he said. They beamed back at him and returned the sentiment. "I'm going to send you two out for a spa day today. I've thrown a lot at you Jax, and I want to give you space to be with your own thoughts."

He and Cassie had worked this out ahead of time -- a little mother-daughter bonding time seemed like just the ticket after the big morning.

"But before you go off," he said, "I wanted to go over what my expectations are so far so we're all clear on them."

Cassie and Jax sat up straight in their chairs, listening intently.

"As long as it's just the three of us at home, you will both only wear panties in the house, just as you are now. Obviously, you will need to get dressed before you leave, and if you have to walk around the house in that state on your way out, that is fine. You don't need permission from me for that. Understood?"

They nodded.

"OK, good. Now Jax, as I said before, I will have final say on major decisions. As long as I haven't instructed you otherwise, you can do whatever you want as you always have. And your mom is still your mom: if she tells you something, you should obey her as well. You're such a good girl, and this has never been an issue before, so I don't expect it to become one now."

Jax nodded to him eagerly and turned to her mom and smiled. Cassie kissed her on the forehead.

"That being said, in some ways, you are now also like sisters, united in your submission to me. To honor that, I want you both to address me as 'Daddy.'"

He watched his wife's reaction. This wasn't something he'd discussed with her beforehand. In fact, it was something that just occurred to him while they were unloading the groceries, but he was immediately sure it was the right decision. He wasn't surprised when Cassie and Jax nodded with equal fervor. She was such a good wife.

"Tell me you understand."

"I understand, Daddy," they both said in unison, then broke out in giggles.

Eric was so glad to see them so happy together like this. It was everything he could have dreamed it would be.

"Anything else I have already explained or your mother will explain or we will figure out together," he said, standing up, a signal that the conversation was over. "Thank you both for your trust in me. I love you. Now go have fun."