The Eyholder Daughter (19yo)

The Keyholder Daughter (19yo).

Cautious Dad entrusts her with control of his chastity cage.

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#### Disclaimer: One of the elements of this story is the use of a male chastity cage, but the main ingredient is the forbidden relationship between the father and daughter, so I decided on the Incest category.

Please don't all write me "In my opinion, it must be labeled as Fetish category," all these categories are too overlapping to be exclusive, then other categories such as BDSM, Loving couple, Anal, Reluctant, and First Time would also have to be considered.

All characters in this fictional narrative are adults.

English is not my native language, please forgive my mistakes. ###

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Chapter 1. A Sort of Homecoming.

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I was a father returning home for the first time after five years of work in Antarctica.

My assignment as a University Chemist had turned out to be a huge failure. Through no fault of my own: I had put in all the effort I could. However our sponsors had gone bankrupt because of the economic crisis, and research had been halted. I was forced to go home and start over again, at age 40, as a smart working consultant. George Harleyson, consultant.

My wife had taken the news well. She had encouraged me toward optimism.

It was evening when the plane brought me home. The two women in my life were there waiting for me.

My wife, Margaret, with whom I had spoken daily by videoconference.

And my daughter, Emma, whom I had not seen in years.

I had left the daughter who still looked like a child at 14; now I found her 19 years old. Beautiful, fresh, and magnetic as only 19-year-old girls can be.

She looked like my wife when she was young!

The same blond hair combed the same way, the same emerald green eyes. The same body shape: with the little heartshaped ass and small but firm tits.

My daughter wore only a thin T-shirt without a bra, and the airport air conditioning was freezing cold. Two erect nipples like erasers greeted me shamelessly.

My penis became erect without a moment's pause.

I was hugging my wife, but I was turned on by looking at my daughter's nipples.

We climbed into the car.

My wife was driving. Even when I lived on the mainland she was always driving the car, as indeed she was driving our relationship.

My daughter, in the back, yawned tiredly. On the way she fell asleep and I could not refrain from peeking between her half-open thighs.

Maybe my wife noticed. Maybe she didn't.

My daughter Emma was no longer a child. A wisp of dark blond hair greeted me from under her very short skirt, which had been raised while she slept.

A silk filmsy skirt that was so short it looked like a belt. I kept moving my eyes to the mirror to ogle at the thin landing strip: the mound was carefully shaved, and the pubic hair formed a perfect rectangle.

I caught myself wondering what kind of deductions a poor father could make when his daughter's pussy was framed by such carefully trimmed hair.

All that dedication could not have been solely for hygienic reasons.

Who knows how many college students... Oh no! who knows how many older, slobbering teachers had licked that pussy!

What if my daughter had also tried to experiment with some Sapphic experience? Many girls try to kiss a girl, and lesbians are often very insistent about offering alcohol, even more so than boys!

I looked down. A flamboyant curtain showed a pyramid covered by the fabric of my pants.

My wife Margaret giggled, placed a hand on my erect penis, and said, "I see you are still the Rock-Hard I can lean on, my love..."

I did not respond but sighed. My wife's hand slowly stroked my shaft and testicles. I closed my eyes and imagined it was my daughter's hand.

My wife said nothing. She just continued humming an old song we used to sing together (when I played acustic guitar, decades ago!): "Rocket Man" by Elton John.

A long time ago we said it was about me, and my flight as an astronaut in the space base in Antarctica. Little did we know that it would be a total failure.

But my cock was rock hard, and I was no longer thinking about my job, because it was only my job, nothing more. The new attraction to my daughter seemed something powerful.

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Chapter 2. Two Chemists, and a Solution.

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We arrived at our house.

My daughter Emma went to sleep. Without even the gesture of a quick goodnight kiss. Perhaps Emma had realized that I was aroused for her? Or maybe a good daughter figures her parents will spend the night screwing, after five years of forced separation?

I went up the stairs to our bedroom.

My wife smiled at me and said, "Do you have a rabbit in your pocket, honey? Yet I helped you masturbate for a long time last night..." And she began to unbutton to show me all the passion of a faithful wife.

But.

I couldn't lie to Margaret: not the first night after five years of enforced absence! It didn't feel right.

I couldn't help from admitting that seeing my daughter Emma made me as horny as hell.

I decided to confess to my wife.

Margaret laughed, understanding my embarrassment, then said, "Yes, your innocent little princess Emma has become a real woman now.

And I mean it!

She is now a Cock Expert!

I wonder if she's graduated as a taste sommelier... she's the one who invented the pineapple cocktail, to sweeten the taste of the semen... or maybe she majored in Comparative Wieners, I don't know.

You know that Emma chose Medieval History, right? She doesn't care about our Chemistry, ha, ha!

I guess Emma inherited that eagerness to have sex every day from you-it's your genetic heritage, your DNA. Not mine. It is not my own DNA. I am a faithful and monogamous woman, even though I may behave obscenely and dissolutely for you (and only for you). I can masturbate in front of the camera just for you, I can say dirty things to you, I can insult you with humiliating names... It is just an erotic game between you and me. But I don't act like this with anyone else, and you know that, don't you, George?"

I nodded with conviction. She replied:

"But I see that when I tell you that your daughter is a dissolute slut, your cock gets even more excited.

So maybe there is only one way to keep you from having naughty thoughts with her, or worse yet, lewd behavior."

I felt humiliated, even though my cock was hard. Or maybe because of that very reason!

I felt guilty as a perpetrator, even though I had not yet committed any crime!

Also, I was surprised that she was not jealous. I thought every mother was jealous of the Electra Complex, right? Just as some fathers are jealous of the Oedipus Complex, which binds every male child to a perverse and unconfessable attraction to his mother, Jocasta. To be sure, I asked explicitly.

She winked at me, amused.

"I am not jealous, my love, because I understand very well how you feel. Emma is very attractive and looks like me when I was that age.

I am a scientist and I understand very well the effect it can have on a man who has been alone for five years, and who has suffered a grave injustice at work, through no fault of his own.

No: I am not jealous. But let me be reasonably concerned, though. Emma is my daughter, and I have a duty to defend her from her father's concupiscent gaze.

You were right to confess: I had seen the way you were looking at her in the car, and I was a little worried. But now that you have admitted your guilt, I am more serene.

Perhaps we can find a solution that will help you not to do anything improper, and help her to be a girl full of happiness."

I looked at her without understanding.

Margaret laughed at my astonishment.

"George! While you were in Antarctica I allowed you to masturbate compulsively... it was for you, the only way to survive in that solitude.

And I helped you, too, with video calls to encourage you, and with sexy pictures of me, teasing selfies, and provocative poses... But... That's enough now. We must cease it.

All your masturbation must stop, George.

If you agree with me...

Please notice this is a serious and quiet negotiation, with no blackmail and no surprises...

if you agree with me, the two of us together will purchase a chastity cage for your penis, and I will be the main Keyholder." And without adding anything else, she showed me a picture she had on her phone of her.

I had to admit that my wife was very organized!

Perhaps she had been planning this proposal for years?

Perhaps she was the one who had recommended such a skimpy and flimsy outfit to our daughter, foreseeing with good probability that the cold air would make her nipples harden.

A thousand thoughts crowded my brain. I did not want to harm my daughter, and the only easily attainable solution for the two of us seemed to be the cage. A Solution for Two Chemists.

But I still had many doubts:

"Oh! But how can we be sure it's the right size? This one in the picture looks too short for my...tool, that is. I know it's been years since you've seen it up close, but I guarantee it's longer than those short metal segments..." muttered I.

"Sure, I know. But there's a proven method for taking measurements... and it goes through a marital duty of yours, which is screw wildly this pussy, right now. Twice."

Long story short, my wife offered herself to me with her legs open to fuck her in the missionary position. It was the first time in five years, and I cum after a few minutes. I was too excited, both by the smell of my wife's skin after so long, and by the obscene talk she had narrated to me about my daughter's scandalous frenzied sex life.

I did not even try to resist, and I cum without waiting.

She was aware that I would not be able to make her orgasm at that precise moment, and she did not appear displeased: she merely said, "Don't worry, honey, in exactly twenty minutes I will have my vindication ride."

Indeed, after twenty minutes of cuddling and caressing, Margaret decided that the time had come for her wife's orgasm. She began with slow, sloppy kisses to the testicles, then she devoted herself at length to licking the frenulum, until the mechanical erection was replaced by a raging erection of arousal.

I had a rich and famous woman devoting time to tickling my frenulum: naked, and with her fingers around my labia maiora to stimulate my vagina!

These thoughts and this mechanical arousal had the desired effect: my wife finally had a wild horse to ride like a cowgirl or an Andromache.

Perhaps thirty or forty minutes had passed, but I had lost track of time. All I knew was that she had taken to riding my wild unicorn, and she moaned as she stroked her clit and orgasmed hard, screaming loudly.

After she let out the longest moan (what I remembered very well to be the signal for an intense, fulfilling orgasm), I stopped holding back and cummed inside my wife's married vagina.

After the second cumshot my penis became flaccid and short.

My wife laughed wholeheartedly and without even wasting time wiping the creampie dripping from her pussy, she took the dressmaker's tape measure and measured me at the most flaccid time ever.

A record of little length and little girth.

Little did I know that choice would cost me much suffering when the flesh of my captive penis would be pressed against the bars of the tiny cell!

Without even cupping the cum dripping from the pussy, my wife looked up a sex shop site she had in her Favorites (truly?).

She entered the measurements and pointed out the possible colors.

"Look, George honey. There's pink, gold, silver or black. Which one do you think would look best with your complexion?"

"It looks like a very expensive item to me!" tried to object, still clouded by the double ejaculation (and then talk to me about Post Nut Clarity...). But I knew it wouldn't do any good. While I was mired in a failed project in Antarctica, she was collaborating with a group of Chemistry researchers who had been awarded the Nobel Prize.

One of those collective prizes that impacts not only an individual scientist, but an entire research group: and because my wife was part of it, at only forty years old, she had found herself catapulted onto the celebrity stage. Moreover, because it was an industry often accused of machismo, they often invited her specifically to "dye the Keynote Speakers' stage pink." Once again "key": my wife should probably get a tattoo!

For all these reasons, she earned much more than I did, and she was constantly invited to pronounce individual lectures or serve as Chairwoman at International Congresses.

As a joke, she used to say that many Scientific Congresses correspond to many Carnal Congresses. Alluding to the fact that many professors fuck secretaries, colleagues, students, and doctoral students. But not my wife: she had always been faithful to me. I was sure of that.

She diluted my objections with a quick gesture of her bejeweled hand. "Don't talk nonsense, honey! This amount is nothing to me. And when I was just a poor student, you gave me my first Magic Wand, remember, George?

Consider this device a gift from me, to repay me at least in part for all the orgasms you gave me. Agreed?

Now, why don't you simply tell me what color you prefer, without unnecessary resistance?"

"Are we really choosing the color of my prison?"

"Yes. Ten years ago the two of us chose the color of the curtains and carpets together, it seems only fair that you choose the color of your bars together with me."

"Not pink, please,. It already seems to me a humiliating enough contraption without it being shocking pink."

"Gold or Black?"

"Black. It goes with everything, plus it seems to suit my fair complexion better."

"Black it is. As a first experiment. Then who knows, maybe in a few months we'll buy a shorter one... or maybe in a few years!"

"Years! Are you serious?"

"Honey. Your daughter Emma still has to graduate. You will have to refrain from raping her for years. Then when she gets married and flies away from our nest, you can live free without a cage. But for now..."

"You're right. It will be years. Years it will be."

"My work makes much more money than yours, but it forces me, your wife, to be often absent. Who would you like to entrust the key to the lock during my absences?"

"I could entrust the key to our daughter...

Specifying clearly that she must never grant me any releases, to avoid problems. What do you say, wifey?"

"I think you could be released from time to time just for cage cleaning... but always with your wrists cuffed behind your back. What do you say, hubby?"

I hesitated for a minute, then nodded silently.

She pressed send.

Without hesitation.

A notification appeared immediately. It read, "Would you like super urgent delivery?"

She smiled. "Definitely yes."

"But my love! You don't need to waste money like this," I said, to put it off for at least a few days. I hoped my wife would want my Penis to penetrate her vagina again, as in Vanilla-type married couples.

Please, George. Insert the plug A into the B slot of your wife, Margaret.

But it was too late.

The time of my execution appeared on the screen.

"Your package will be delivered this morning before 9 a.m."

My wife was satisfied: more for this purchase than for the two orgasms. "Now go to sleep, honey. I am tired, and you need to rest. Tomorrow is another day." With a bright smile she rolled and and she fell asleep in an instant.

I, on the other hand, stared at the ceiling, still thinking about my daughter Emma's nipples.

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I know that some critics of male chastity say that all women despise men who let them put a closed device around their penis.

They say that all women are attracted only to heroes and winners and that no woman is attracted to a man who appears to be a loser without erections.

Well, if you think so too, dear reader, abandon this reading, because my wife was not part of that majority. I can imagine that most women fit that generic description, but my wife was different: after all, she had been five years alone while I was in Antarctica, and she had never cheated on me! That, too, makes her different from most wives.

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To be continued.

#### Disclaimer: One of the elements of this story is the use of a male chastity cage, but the main ingredient is the forbidden relationship between the father and daughter, so I decided on the Incest category.

Please don't all write me "In my opinion, it must be labeled as Fetish category," all these categories are too overlapping to be exclusive, then other categories such as BDSM, Loving couple, Anal, Reluctant, and First Time would also have to be considered.

All characters in this fictional narrative are adults.

Some episodes of this series are already written. Other details may vary depending on comments. Please drop here a constructive comment, all writers need it.

English is not my native language, please forgive my mistakes. ####