From: byrdman@rapidnet.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Story: Teasing Daddy (BDSM (mild), F/M, FemDom)
Date: Tue, 02 Jul 1996 09:42:47 GMT

   TEASING DADDY'S COCK

   Part 1

   Dan almost tripped on the white tennis shoe just inside his back door.
'Damn.  Every time she comes to visit, I end up being the maid.'

   'Not that I don't enjoy Michelle's summer visits,' he thought as he bent
to pick up the second shoe, but she could at least give him a few days to
get used to her being in the house before she started being sloppy.  He
hadn't even seen his sixteen year old daughter since she got off the plane,
and already his pristine home was becoming a teenage paradise.  She was
three days earlier than expected, and he hadn't taken the time yet to
kid-proof the house.

   A pair of slightly soiled gym socks littered the stairs, three steps
apart.  He picked them up gingerly, catching the fragrance of teenage toes.
Dan stuffed them into his daughter's shoes, as he bent to pick up the
wadded T-shirt on the first landing.  Faded jeans barred his path at the
top of the stairs, and he followed the trail of pink panties and bra down
the hall.

   'I guess my girl's getting bigger,' he thought, holding the lacy bra up
before him.  'Seems like those cups were only an A or B year before last.
Now look, she's already wearing out a D cup'.  He knocked on the door to
her room, and waited.  No answer came, so he opened and tossed the clothes
into a pile on the bed.  No daughter, no luggage.  He wondered what was up.
Probably out looking for old friends.

   It had been a long day, and he needed a drink.  His girlfriend was out
of town for going on the second, and the abstinence was getting on his
nerves.  Dan whipped his tie came off, and dropped his sport coat across
the back of the couch on the way to the fridge.  He pulled the handle on
the antique Norge upright and found three brown bottles with long necks
gracing the inside of the door.  No twist tops for him, he thought, as he
reached for the double ended church key on the arched top of the ice box.
'Sheffcoat Paints' he read, thinking of the old days when almost everyone
you dealt with had a useful advertising handout.

   He turned the bottle up and felt the first cold sip pass his lips when
the voice from upstairs called him, "Daddy.  Daddy, aren't you coming? 
Don't you want to see me?"

   Dan shoved the cap back onto the bottle with the palm of his hand and
slipped it back into the old Norge.  Anxious to see Michelle for the first
time in nine months, he turned down the hall.  "Daddy, I'm in here," she
called.  "I'm in you and Mama's room."

   He and her mom hadn't been married since she was nine, but she still
insisted on calling the bed room theirs.  Not that anyone soft and cuddly
had graced those pillows since his girlfriend, Fumiko, had gone to take
that seminar in Chicago.  It would be another week until she returned. 
"Come and see me Daddy," she called.  Somehow her voice sounded deeper and
more mature than he remembered.

   Dan almost froze as he opened the door to his room.  It wasn't just the
fact that she wore one of her mother's sexy gowns, or that the diaphanous
material clinging to her every curve and hollow left nothing of her
voluptuous young body to the imagination.  Michelle was stretched wide
across the white chenille bedspread, chained in a classic spread-eagle
position between the dark walnut posts of his canopy bed.  Under the white
cotton canopy, a pair of steel cuffs held each wrist, and a dark leather
cuff held each ankle wide apart.  Only a pair of see-through panties
pretended to protect her lightly furred feminine mound.

   "Hi, Daddy," she said cheerily.  "How do I look?" He was too stunned to
speak.  The fragrance of feminine arousal was strong in the air, and he
fought to remind himself the budding young beauty bound so helplessly to
his bed was his own sixteen year old daughter.  There was plenty of slack
in her chains, but she posed, holding herself wider for him than the chains
made her.  It only made the spread position that much more erotic.

   "Do you like me like this?  Am I really sexy?" Her voice was impetuous,
and she writhed suggestively as far as the chains would allow.  The tinkle
and jerk of the chains showed how truly helpless she really was.  As Dan
watched, his daughter arched her back slightly, proudly displaying of her
round and prominent young breasts, so firm and buoyant in her youth, that
the large mounds quivered but remained erect even though she lay on her
back.  Sheer blue, material lost its hold on the quivering slopes of a
prominent mound, slipping slowly away like a theater curtain to reveal a
perfectly shaped breast of milky white girl flesh, capped by a rose-pink
nipple already semi-stiff with arousal.

   "What do you think you're doing?" Dan tried to put aside the fact that
she was blatantly trying to excite him, that he found his daughter
beautiful and highly arousing.  But the impatient parent role was
uncomfortable.

   Ă'IĂ†ve been waiting for you,Ă¶ Michelle pouted, Ă' And you havenĂ†t
said you

   were glad to see me, yet.Ă¶

   Ă'No, I mean, what are you doing like that on my bed?Ă¶ His eyes looked
around for the key to the hand cuffs.

   Ă'The airlines.  They lost my luggageĂ'as usualĂ'duh.Ă¶ Her language
reverted to typical teen for a moment.  Ă'So I was just looking in your
closet for

   some of MommyĂ†s old clothes, and found these hand cuffs underneath. 
The leather ones too.  How come you saved all those gowns?

   Ă'Anyway, there were these pictures of Mommy while she was handcuffed to
the bed just like this, and I wanted you to think I was as sexy as her.  So
I fixed your camera on delay to take a picture of me.  But then I was all
chained up and had to wait for you.Ă¶

   Dan glanced to the tripod in the corner of his bedroom.  There on the
floor below his auto-focus instant camera was a single print.  He picked it
up, and stared at the beautifully clear picture of Michelle in spread-eagle
bondage.  Her

   pretty face wore an exaggerated expression of teenage lust, and she was
thrusting her hips upward, obviously ready to receive a man.

   Ă'Well, you canĂ†t do this,Ă¶ he said firmly, tossing the picture to the
dresser.  It landed next to several of his treasured photos of his ex-wife
sheĂ†d found in the closet.  They showed his ex securely tied or bound in
various helpless positions.  He retrieved the 8X10 of his delicious
girlfriend, Fumiko, from the waste basket, and tucked it into his sock
drawer.  Lucky it hadnĂ†t been broken.  Ă'Where did you put the keys?Ă¶

   Ă'Right here,Ă¶ she said.  Michelle arched slightly lifting her trim,
muscular tummy.  She wriggled lewdly, making her breasts jiggle.  The other
side of the gown fell away as she moved, exposing her other lush breast.

   Ă'I had them pierced,Ă¶ she said, glancing down at her torso.  For the
first time Dan noticed the tiny gold rings piercing her pert nipples. 
Ă'They keep me aroused all the time, and theyĂ†re so sexy, donĂ†t you
think?Ă¶ The small chrome handcuff key hung dangled from the ring on the
nipple she had just exposed.  HeĂ†d have to actually remove the ring before
he could use the key.

   Ă'You wonĂ†t tell Mommy will you?Ă¶ Her expression changed from sultry
woman to little girl and back.  Some little girl, he thought.  It was going
to be a long summer.  He watched her pink tongue dart across full lips just
a little too red from her motherĂ†s old lipstick.  Probably found it in the
closet, too, he thought.  That color had gone out of fashion years before
she began caring about dressing up.  Ă'What are you going to do with me?Ă¶

   DanĂ†s feet seemed to move of their own volition.  Ă'You can do anything
you want.  I couldnĂ†t stop you.Ă¶ She jerked one handcuffed wrist
meaningfully against its short chain.  Ă'Anything.  Anything at all.Ă¶

   Suddenly, he shook his head, reminding himself the girl on the bed was
his daughter.  He fought back the urgency of his erection growing in his
pants.  He reached toward her pierced pink nipple, but only to remove the
key from the ring.  His daughterĂ†s breast was soft and warm beneath his
hand.  He held it only

   firmly enough to remove the ring from her pierced nipple.

   Ă'DonĂ†t you want me?Ă¶ she asked, her voice rising to a high pitch. 
His hands shook a bit, feeling the firm softness of her breast beneath his
fingers.  The nipple was soft and tender, but immediately hardened to a
thick pointed finger as he opened the ring and pulled it from her piercing.


   Ă'No,Ă¶ he lied, desperately pushing the excitement between his legs
into the back of his mind.  Her motherĂ†s nipples were like that too, he
remembered.  Perfectly round, and the color of a pink rose in the morning.
How had he managed to forget the way they darkened as they hardened with
passion, elongating as they shrunk and stiffened into thick, sensitive
stalks.

   Chrome locks fell open as he freed his daughterĂ†s wrists and unbuckled
her ankles.  Ă'Now go to your room and put your clothes back on.  And stay
out of my closet.Ă¶

   Michelle hurried out, ego crushed by rejection.  She stopped just
outside

   the doorway and angrily undressed.  A wad of blue lingerie shot by him
to the bed.  In a flash of totally nude teenage beauty, she tossed her
black hair from her face and disappeared.

   Dan picked up the pictures from his dresser, almost ready to rip up the
picture of Michelle spread helplessly across his bed.  The air still
smelled of her female arousal and too much perfume as he stood looking at
the photos.  How much she looked like her mother, he thought.  Her breasts
were not yet as large as MarieĂ†s, but they were more firm, standing up
higher in that bondage position

   than MarieĂ†s.  He remembered MarieĂ†s nipples being just as erect,
softly rising and falling with anticipation of being taken.

   His mind flashed briefly across what he would have done to her mother
years ago, had he found her in a similar position.  He stashed the pictures
in the back of the drawer.

   Part 2



   Later , soft music and candles set the mood in the little out-of-the-way

   restaurant as they waited for desert.  Ă'Daddy, you didnĂ†t want me?Ă¶
Michelle asked.  She adjusted her fork absent mindedly on the clean white
table cloth.  Ă'I wanted you so much this afternoon.  It hurt my feelings
when you didnĂ†t think I was sexy.Ă¶

   Ă'Darling,Ă¶ he confessed, Ă'You are sexy.  And very pretty, too.  But
IĂ†m your father.Ă¶

   Ă'But I waited for hours, and I was so turned on.  I still am, you
know.Ă¶ She tossed her unruly shock of black hair from her face, and turned
her green eyes on him.  Her voice became confidential, and she leaned
closer, putting her hand on his arm.  He couldnĂ†t help but notice her long
nails were polished the same out of fashion shade of bright red as her
lips. Ă'You know why it took me so long

   to get ready?Ă¶

   Ă'I thought you were just cooling off,Ă¶ he said.

   Ă'Yes, sir.  I was.Ă¶ She leaned even closer, pressing her soft breast
against his biceps.  He knew instantly there was no bra under that pink
T-shirt.  Her breath was warm in his ear, sending chill bumps down his
neck. Ă'But I wanted you so much I had to masturbate.  I kept thinking of
you the whole time, wishing it was your penis in me instead of my own silly
fingers.

   Ă'And I couldnĂ†t really get satisfied by myself.  I still have to have
you in me.Ă¶ Her voice became even softer, her breath even warmer.  Ă'IĂ†ll
bet youĂ†re real

   big, arenĂ†t you?Ă¶

   Miraculously, the waiter arrived with apple pie al-la-mode, saving him
from having to reply.  The sweet ice briefly soothed the tightness his
hoarse dry

   throat.  Ă'Daddy, my feet are so tired from walking through those stupid
airports all day, wonĂ†t you rub them for me?Ă¶

   Instantly, without waiting for a response, two tiny girl feet appeared
in his lap, sans socks.  Ă'I couldnĂ†t bear to put those dirty socks back
on, and my feet are so hot in my tennis shoes.  Please rub them.Ă¶ She
wriggled her toes against his cock under the table cloth enthusiastically,
causing his member to swell involuntarily from the sensation.

   Her feet were smooth and soft, almost as soft as her breasts, he
thought. And her toes look perfect with that red polish on their nails. 
She sat primly, spooning small bites of her ice-cream and pie.  She wiped
her mouth daintily as he massaged her soft feet.  Her soles moved slowly up
and down against his growing erection, rubbing exquisitely, and at the same
time innocently, against his thickening cock as she sipped the ice-cream.
Both of them pretended not to notice for long minutes as his erection
hardened and began to throb beneath her feet.

   Ă'Eat your ice-cream, Daddy.  My feet are fine now, and your ice-cream
is melting and getting your pie crust all soggy.Ă¶ He reached absently for
his plate

   and spooned up a bite, hardly noticing the rich flavor.  It could have
been wet paper.  Even without his hands massaging her bare feet, she let
them remain in his lap, moving them slowly and rhythmically against his
erection.  He tried to concentrate on finishing his desert.  It was almost
tasteless.

   Ă'I didnĂ†t wear any underpants either,Ă¶ Michelle commented.  Ă'Do you
think my luggage will be in tomorrow?Ă¶ Dan shook his head affirmatively,
fearing to speak because of the tightness in his throat.  By the time his
plate was almost finished, he was clenching his thighs together to keep
from coming in his

   pants.  Just as he knew he couldnĂ†t hold back another second, Michelle
squeezed his cock one last time between her bare soles and pulled her feet
away.  Smiling smugly, she bent to tie her shoes under the table.

   Ă'I liked doing that to you,Ă¶ she commented as she tied her laces.  She
looked up through a fringe of dark bangs and smiled, reaching up into his
lap.  The pretty dark haired sixteen-year-old raked her nails briefly
across the swollen bulge in his pants.  Ă'You were almost going to come,
Daddy, I could feel it.

   Ă'Daddy.  I wanted you to fuck me today.  While I was all tied up.  I
was so

   horny waiting for you to come in and see me all tied up and sexy.  I
almost went

   crazy from being so turned on.  And I couldnĂ†t even touch myself while
I waited.  My pussy was on fire, and I couldnĂ†t do anything about it.  I
waited hours for you to see me and get all hard and horny, then take your
big hard cock out and fuck me.Ă¶ Her nails raked across his erection
slowly. He felt her nails scraping

   across every thread.  Ă'ThatĂ†s why I stopped before you could come. 
ThatĂ†s how I felt this afternoon.  IĂ†m still horny you know, and now you
are too, so I guess that makes us even, doesnĂ†t it.Ă¶

   As she finished tying, she stood and looked her stunned and hopelessly
aroused father in the eyes.  Ă'But we can make up for it later.Ă¶ Her jeans
were tight, and the seam below the zipper was squeezing high up between the
outer lips of her prominent mound.  He watched her bottom swing in her
tight blue jeans as she stood and headed for the exit.

   So, she thought it hadnĂ†t affected him to find her helplessly spread
eagle.  And after her little cock teasing, he wanted her doubly bad.  He
pretended

   to fiddle with his wallet and check book under the knowing smirk of the
waiter, hoping his erection would subside before he had to stand up.

   Part 3

   HeĂ†d had restless nights before, he remembered, as he tossed under the
covers.  Somehow he had rejected her advances all evening, but the night
was wearing on, and sleep wouldnĂ†t come.  He tucked the sheet around his
bare chest, and readjusted the band of his cotton pajamas at his waist.  He
normally slept in the nude, but with Michelle in the house, he had pulled
on a pair of loose boxers, and they bothered him, too.

   No matter how he lay, his semi-hard erection bothered him.  He was too
hot, then too cool.  The pillow was lumpy, and the covers were binding.  He
just couldnĂ†t sleep.  Visions of Michelle writhing with desire, tied naked
and helpless across the bed he was now lying in, played continually in his
head.  A trace of her perfume clung to the pillows.  It seemed like hours
had passed.

   He reached for the picture of her spread-eagled on his bed and stared at
it, thinking of her hot breast in his palm, the look in her eyes as he

   manipulated her nipple to remove the ring, the way the nipple had
hardened under his touch.  He stroked his cock slowly, almost ready to
masturbate himself

   as Michelle had confessed she had done earlier, when there was a sound
of bare feet tiptoeing down the hallway.  He barely had time to put the
photo away.

   Ă'Daddy, I couldnĂ†t sleep.  Could you?Ă¶ Her voice was a whisper as she
stood profiled by moonlight in the darkness.  Silvery light filtered
through blue curtains.  Her arms were folded across her slender tummy, as
if she were cold.  It

   only served to press her motherĂ†s old negligee, against her body,
accenting the silhouette of her high, firm breasts.  He wondered why heĂ†d
chosen that one.  It had been one of MarieĂ†s favorite ones to wear for
getting things started on their special nights.

   Even in the darkness, he could see the glint of moonlight on the tiny
rings piercing the chubby stalk of her nipples.  His eyes followed her
slender waist down to the dark Ă'VĂ¶ of fine, curly hairs.  She hadnĂ†t put
her dirty panties back on, and she was visibly bare beneath the transparent
gown .  His cock rose to full stiffness in appreciation.

   Ă'I want you to hug me,Ă¶ she pleaded in a little girl voice.  Ă'CanĂ†t
I get in with you?Ă¶ He slipped back a little, and lifted the covers for
her to climb in.  She turned her back to him and moved closer, pressing
herself into his arms.

   Dan knew he couldnĂ†t hide his excitement if she felt his rock hard
erection, so he slipped down to avoid touching her softly swelling bottom
cheeks

   with his shaft.  Curled up as she was in his arms, it served to bring
his aching erection into direct contact with the bare soles of her feet. 
She wriggled her soft toes, moving her soles against him.  As she moved,
his cock easily slipped naked and erect from the opening of his boxers, and
she squeezed her soles firmly around it, snuggling even closer in his arms.

   Ă'Daddy,Ă¶ she whispered in the quiet darkness.  The bare soles of her
feet

   were warm and soft against his naked cock.  She moved them slowly up and
down over his rigid shaft.  He held her closely without moving.  Ă'YouĂ†re
not going to come are you?  You wonĂ†t come will you?Ă¶

   Ă'Daddy, IĂ†m glad I turn you on.Ă¶ Her feet were moving very slowly. 
Ă'I polished my toe nails just for you.Ă¶ She wriggled her toes and it
tickled underneath his heavy balls.  He was quite swollen.

   Ă'TheyĂ†re red you know,Ă¶ she whispered, making his cock throb between
her slowly moving feet.  He his mind worked overtime imagining her teenage
feet, with glistening red painted toe nails working his cock under the
covers.

   Ă'Daddy, do you like it?  IĂ†m turning you on again, you know.  I wish
you wanted me tied up.  I wonĂ†t stop you if you want to put those
handcuffs on me right now and just have me.  Please?Ă¶ He made no move to
take his daughter, or to move away.  The numbers changed over and over on
his digital clock.

   Dan held still, almost ready to shoot as she petted him with her toes
and tiny feet.  She took one of his hands and placed it around one soft
breast under the covers.  The golden ring tickled his palm.  He held
perfectly still, his come boiling in his testicles, so close to orgasm
heĂ†d come at the slightest thrust of his cock against her.  She was barely
moving her soles against him.  It was more than enough to keep him on the
brink, but not quite enough to make him come.

   Ă'DonĂ†t come,Ă¶ she, continuing to minister to his cock, wriggling her
toes.  Ă'Just hold me, Daddy.  Maybe tomorrow we can do it.  Tomorrow
youĂ†ll have to tie me up and make love to me.  YouĂ†ll have to.Ă¶ She
continued to massage his erection gently, just barely moving, He held her
tender breast softly as his erection throbbed between her feet.  She kept
him teetering almost at the edge of

   coming.

   Ă'Tomorrow, Daddy.  DonĂ†t come tonight, OK?  Do you promise?Ă¶ The soft
toes, petting and masturbating him between her feet was so arousing, he
wondered how much longer he could hold back his juices.  Ă'Tomorrow IĂ†ll
let you tie me up.  I hope youĂ†ll put your big old hard penis in me and
fuck me for hours and hours before you stop.Ă¶

   Then softly, as he teetered on the crumbling edge of orgasm, she softly
moved her feet away, leaving him painfully stiff and unrelieved.  He
realized she had fallen asleep in his arms, leaving him with his hands full
of sleeping teenage girl flesh.  He smoothed his hand down her side to pet
her firm, warm bottom.  His cock continued to throb inches from the warm
moist pussy he wanted so badly.

   Part 4

   He was home from work an hour later than heĂ†d promised.  He blamed it
on being unable to focus on the job.  All day his mind kept replaying the
breakfast scene.

   She was up before he was, and happily woke him with breakfast in bed. 
But tucked under the napkin was another instant photo of Michelle.

   Still dripping wet from her shower, with rivulets of water still running
between her deep cleavage, she was lifting dark, sharply erect nipples
toward the camera.  She pouted her full lips for the lens, looking
perfectly sexy, but it was the brushed steel hand-cuffs locking her wrists
together that set his cock throbbing again.

   Ă'Put that in your pocket, Daddy,Ă¶ she suggested, kissing his cheek. 
Ă'Think of me today.  You know what I want.Ă¶ And he had thought of her. 
All day.  And there was no doubt sheĂ†d be in bondage when he returned.

   Ă'Daddy!Ă¶ The voice from the second floor was urgent.  He tossed his
coat and tie to the kitchen chair as he passed, pulling the button of his
shirt loose as he bounded up the stairs.

   Ă'Daddy!  Please hurry.Ă¶ She was stretched across the bed again, the
whites of her eyes rolled back.

   Ă'Daddy, they hurt!Ă¶ Spread eagle across the bed, her arms and legs
were pulled even wider and tighter that the way he had found her the first
day.

   A dark silk kimono fanned across the covers beneath her, accenting her
milky white skin.  Her breasts jiggled softly as she writhed, making the
shining steel

   clamps pinching the thick reddened tips of her nipples flash.  Ă'Take
them off.  Oh, please, Daddy, take them off.Ă¶

   Ă'How long have you had them on?Ă¶ he asked.  His cock lurched in his
pants, and he adjusted himself with his palm.  He looked down at her, but
made no move to remove the shining clamps.  A womanly musk fragrance told
just how aroused she was.

   She looked up at him with big, wet eyes, surprised he hadnĂ†t rushed to
remove the merciless little clamps.  Ă'I asked how long youĂ†ve had them
on,Ă¶ he demanded.

   Ă'Uh, almost an hour, and they are hurting me.  You were late, and I
wanted to surprise you, and be all ready.  And they made me so horny at
first,

   I thought I could keep them on while I waited, so I left them on while I
put the

   cuffs on my ankles and wrists.  And then they started to hurt me, but it
was too late because I was already chained up like this, and couldnĂ†t
reach them anymore.  Then you were so late, and now theyĂ†re driving me
crazy.

   Ă'Oh, daddy, just take the cuffs off, and have your way with me. 
Remember how horny I made you yesterday, and last night, and this morning?.
I want you to fuck me so bad, but first take these clamps off of my
nipples.Ă¶

   Ă'OK, Honey, youĂ†ve finally convinced me.  I think I will have my way
with you.Ă¶ She gasped in surprise at the unexpected stab of sudden pain as
the flow of blood returned back to a sensitive nipple tissue as clamp was
released.  It was her first time to wear clamps on her nipples.

   He leaned and kissed the thick bud leaving it wet and slippery, then
played with it between a thumb and index finger, letting them slip over the

   wet stalk.  It was as thick as his first fingertip

   Dan toyed with her nipple until her eyes became slightly dreamy with
pleasure, then without warning, replaced the clamp on her nipple in a
different position.  This time closer to the tip of the nipple, standing
straight out from her chest.  Any movement would cause it to flop painfully
from side to side.

   Ă'Hey!  What!  What are you doing,Ă¶ she gasped as her eyes flew open.
Ă'You were supposed to take them off.  That hurts my nipple even more that
way.Ă¶

   Ă'I know it does, darling.  Repositioning the clamps on a slaveĂ†s
nipples is a classic punishment,Ă¶ he explained, removing the other clamp,
and toying with the bud as he had the other.  Ă'Too bad you didnĂ†t know
that.Ă¶

   Ă'IĂ†m not a slave.  IĂ†m your little girl, remember, and I donĂ†t need
to be punished!Ă¶ She twisted in her chains, trying to dislodge the first
clamp, only succeeding in making it hurt more.  She glanced down at her
daddyĂ†s wet fingers tugging at her other nipple.  It was cool and
soothing. She hoped he would keep on toying with the slippery wet morsel,
and not put the little clamp back on it.

   Ă'YouĂ†re in chains arenĂ†t you?  Her daddy smiled, toying with the tiny
gold ring piercing her thick nipple, Ă'And you put the chains on yourself,
right?  You even took your picture twice like that, and even begged me to
make love to you in chains.  So, you made yourself a slave, not me. 
Right?Ă¶ She nodded.  It was the truth, she had placed the chains on
herself.

   Ă'And you rummaged in my drawers, right?  And then you even you teased
my cock in a public place right?  And last night you teased me until you
fell asleep leaving me horny, and intentionally tried to provoke me to stay
home and have you this morning instead of going to work.Ă¶ Michelle nodded
again, trying not to wiggle the clamp squeezing painfully on her nipple. 
Ă'So, you see, you do deserve to be punished, and it seems to me that
youĂ†ve found a very good punishment for me to use, without really meaning
to.  Although, I think I can make it a bit more interesting by certain
embellishments.Ă¶

   Ă'But.  Daddy, I just wanted you to have your way with me,Ă¶ she
sniffed. Her lower lip trembled a bit, and Dan almost changed his mind. 
The nipple he was toying with had thickened and stiffened into a tiny
finger as hard

   as a pencil eraser.  He tugged it out a bit with the nipple ring,
stretching the rosy aureole and turning it slowly from side to side.

   Ă'Yes, Michelle, I think youĂ†re right, but my way right now has nothing
to do with what you want.  A slave has nothing to say about what happens to
her, particularly a chained slave.

   Ă'I am truly sorry to have to do this to you.  Please forgive me, but
its for your own good.  IĂ†m about to teach you a small lesson.Ă¶ Michelle
caught her breath watching her Daddy open the clamp.  He held it open for a
moment, poised over the sensitive stalk.  She imagined her nipple
quivering, withdrawing,

   trying to will it to shrink away from the bite of the clamp.  He held
the nipple in place with the gold ring and let the jaws close slowly on the
very tip until it was just as erect and painful as the other clamp was.  It
bobbed a bit as he released his grip on her breast.

   Ă'H-how long will I have to keep them on, Daddy?Ă¶ She asked.  DanĂ†s
cheek only turned up in a smile.  Leaving her in suspense was part of the
lesson.  Each passing minute would seem like an eternity as he kept her
wondering how much longer.

   Dan reached to the head board and loosened her chains by several links.
He lifted her torso slightly, moving her down the bed so that her arms were
stretched as tightly as possible.  Then he adjusted the chains on her
ankles again.  Her legs were open wide enough for her ankles to touch
opposite corner posts, and he removed all the slack from the chains,
tightening them until her cuffs were attached directly to the posts.  The
long, bare toes she had teased him with the night before were poised
deliciously over the end of the bed.

   Dan raked his nails lightly up one helpless sole from heel to toe. 
Michelle tried to jerk away, but there was no play at all.  The cuffs held,
and her foot remained in place.

   She made a shrill, inarticulate sound as her daddy continued to torment
her soles.  His nails worked over her soft instep and the ball of her foot,
making her strain at her bonds.

   But her daddy wasnĂ†t fully satisfied.  She could still wriggle her feet
from side to side, so Dan retrieved a length of cord from his closet, and
tied her big toes directly to the posts of the canopy bed.  With her feet
anchored in

   place, she could writhe and wriggle wildly, but her feet remained
immobile.

   Ă'What are you doing, daddy?Ă¶ Michelle asked.  She had never had her
toes tied or her feet strapped down for tickling before.

   Ă'YouĂ†ll see,Ă¶ Dan smiled, raking one nail lightly across her arch. 
Ă'Let me see if you can move your feet.Ă¶ She tried, but bonds held firm.

   Ă'Good,Ă¶ he thought.  Ă'Now weĂ†re ready to really get started.Ă¶

   Ă'You are so naughty,Ă¶ he chided as he began to build up slowly.  Ă'You
are so naughty, and now you are going to be punished.  You canĂ†t move your
feet, can you, so youĂ†ll just have to take it like a big girl.  And I see
you are very ticklish.Ă¶ Michelle writhed enthusiastically, trying to
escape as Dan began to tickle faster.  The clamps on her nipples gave her
little shocks of pain as her breasts bounced while she tossed about.

   Ă'Gnaghhh!  Daddy!  Please.  Please!  Oh, Daddy, please,Ă¶ she begged as
Dan worked over her soles.  He was patient, tickling her in earnest, giving
her meticulously formed strokes from heel to toe.  Because she was so
widely spread, he concentrated on one foot at a time, varying the pressure
from long, delicate trails that left her gasping, to rapid ten finger
tickling that kept her shrieking at the top of her lungs.  When he finished
with one foot, he moved to begin torturing the other, then returning to
begin again.

   Ă'SS-Stop, oh please!  YouĂ†re driving me insane.  YouĂ†re making me
crazy, daddy.  Gaaaahhhh haaaa,Ă¶ she pleaded, unable to escape the tiniest
stroke of his fingers.  Dan tickled his daughterĂ†s feet continuously,
moving from

   one to the other over and over, until she could barely catch her breath.
Her eyes were wide, and tears flowed freely.

   Finally, as she lay gasping for breath, Dan gave her a brief respite,
and stood looking down at her.  Stretched almost rigidly between head board
and foot board, her young body was beautifully displayed.  Her legs were
spread quite wide, from one side of the queen-sized bed to the other, and
her tight, young pussy was wide open.  Wet, gasping, and aroused, he
thought, and helpless to do anything about it.  And she wanted him to have
her so badly.  How easy it would be to climb up between those creamy white
thighs, and give her what she was asking for.

   He sat beside her and smoothed his palms over her soft breasts, thumbing
her turgid nipples.  Then he continued up over cool rounded shoulders.  She
was so innocent and smooth, he thought, yet somehow blatantly erotic.  He
traced his fingers down her soft, white arms from her elbows down through
the smooth hollow of her armpits to the padded ripple of ribs.  Michelle
flinched a as his fingers prodded gently.

   Ă'Hooooo!  That tickles, Daddy.  Gaaaahhhh haaaaĂ¶ She writhed under his
touch as he continued to stroke her armpits and ribs lightly, trying to
kick her way out of the cuffs.  Ă'Daaaadddddyyy!  YouĂ†re tickling me
again. HavenĂ†t I been punished enough yet?Ă¶

   Ă'Darling, I hate to tell you, but that wasnĂ†t the punishment, Ă¶ He
said as he ran his hands down her soft flanks, feeling the firmness of the
young

   muscles under her skin.  Ă'That was just to warm you up for the real
lesson.Ă¶ His daughterĂ†s mound was prominent, bulging below her flat,
smooth tummy.  Dan placed his palm over the mound and began to massage
gently, feeling the crisp hair crinkle under his hand.  He felt her
clitoris enlarge and swell, realizing for the first time, that it must be
as large, or maybe even larger, than her motherĂ†s.

   HeĂ†d missed that thickness of a womanĂ†s clitoris in his girlfriend,
Fumiko.  But he knew the diminutive oriental could be more cruel even than
he in teaching Michelle a lesson.  He had experienced first hand just how
imaginative her Japanese tortures could be.  He tried to be equally
imaginative returning the favor on MicheleĂ†s account.

   Her slender legs were widely splayed, and his fingers easily found the
Ă'VĂ¶ at the top, and combed leisurely through her bush, separating the
fine brown hairs away from her moist center.  The head of her clit peeped
through the lips.  She gasped as he petted it lightly with his thumb.  She
was already slippery and wet under his fingers before he separated her
inner labia.

   Her eyes closed slowly, then opened wide as his fingertips found her
inner slit, then dipped inside briefly, testing her heat.  His daughter was
ready.  SheĂ†d been waiting for him for days, and her clitoris was already
stiff and sensitive, growing longer and more sensitive to his touch as he
toyed with the fat nub.

   He remembered her mother had had a very large clitoris too, almost like
a small cock, big enough to hold with his fingers.  SheĂ†d always loved it
when he brought up moisture from her pussy and masturbated her slowly with
the slippery juice like it was a manĂ†s cock.  Just as he expected,
Michelle pursed her lips and moaned with the pleasure of it as he wet her
fat clitoris with her own juices, and stroked it gently up and back.  Maybe
hers was even longer and chubbier than her MomĂ†s.

   She arched up under his fingers, and a small, inarticulate sound passed
her lips.  She was getting hotter by the moment.  Soon sheĂ†d reach orgasm
when ever he was ready to let her come.  Dan reached out and tugged at a
nipple clamp, thrumming her clit a little faster.  Pleasure and pain, he
thought, an interesting mix.  He reached to tug at the other nipple clamp.

   Ă'OOOOhhh, Daddy!  That feels soooo good.Ă¶ He delved two fingertips
barely into her pussy as he continued to torment her nipple.  Ă'DonĂ†t
stop. DonĂ†t ever stop!Ă¶ She moaned through clenched teeth and continued
to thrust her hips rhythmically against his fingers.  She was reacting well
to the opposing signals.

   He played her like an instrument for quite a long time, letting her
balance on the edge of orgasm unable to go over.  Ă'Daddy, I need to
come,Ă¶ she pleaded as he teased her, Ă'just a little harder.  Right there.
Come on!  Daddy, please come on!Ă¶

   But her daddy wouldnĂ†t let her come.  He kept bringing her almost to
the surface, ready to burst her bubble, then letting her sink back again,
gasping for orgasm.  Like wave upon wave, he kept bringing her up, then
pulling her back, tantalizing her with the nearness of her relief, but not
letting her have it.  As he toyed with her between her legs, he leaned to
kiss her breasts, trailing soft kisses up and around the clamped, red
nipples, then down her chest

   and tummy.  His other hand stroked and squeezed her tender inner thighs,
lingering lightly over the smooth curves of her bottom cheeks.

   Michelle was beyond words, mouthing strange lustful sounds.  She began
to writhe mindlessly, tossing her head from side to side, crying out each
time he brought her almost to orgasm but let it subside, refusing to let
her come.  Until with a final brush against her clitoris, Dan pulled away.

   She was so mindless with arousal, she didnĂ†t notice at first when he
went to the closet and brought out a thick vibrating dildo.  It took only a
few seconds of buzzing and prodding the bulbous head lightly into her
vagina before her eyes peeped open.

   Ă'Daddy, I need it so much,Ă¶ she moaned, Ă'Give it to me, OK?Ă¶

   Ă'I know you do, honey.  But youĂ†ve been much too naughty.  I canĂ†t
let you have it, yet.Ă¶ Dan only pressed in half an inch, letting her feel
the thick vibrating head.  Then he plowed the nose of the dildo up briefly
to let her feel the instrument against her clitoris.  He tapped it gently,
moving up and down until she was moaning and writhing again.

   Ă'Please.  Daddy, youĂ†re torturing me.  Please, IĂ†ve got to have it.Ă¶
Her eyes were wide, begging him for relief, but he smiled and continued to
move the instrument up and back, holding her on the verge of coming.

   Ă'No, darling, you canĂ†t have it.  You donĂ†t need it yet.Ă¶

   Ă'I do, IĂ†ve got to come.  YouĂ†re driving me crazy, and I really do
need it,Ă¶ she insisted.

   Ă'Michelle, you only want to come.  You donĂ†t really need it.  Needing
will come laterĂ'much later.Ă¶ He kept using the vibrator to tease her,
giving her the first inkling of what her real punishment would be.

   Ă'W-What are you going to do, then,Ă¶ she asked, hoping it wasnĂ†t what
she thought.

   Ă'Nothing,Ă¶ her daddy said, Ă'nothing at all.  IĂ†m just going to let
you think about how youĂ†ve acted.Ă¶ He leaned and looped his belt around
her thigh, right below the fringe of her pussy hair, and buckled it
tightly. Then he tucked the dildo under the belt, so that it barely touched
her vagina.  It vibrated lightly against her outer lips, but would not
enter.  No matter how she moved her hips or tried to squeeze her legs
together, it wouldnĂ†t touch her inner lips or her clitoris.

   Ă'Daddy, donĂ†t!Ă¶ this will drive me out of my mind.  Ă'You canĂ†t
leave me like this.  Please!Ă¶

   Ă'Well, it wonĂ†t make you crazy permanently, but I guess you will have
something to think about for a while,Ă¶ he said as he stood up.  Ă'Try to
enjoy yourself.Ă¶

   Ă'Will you at least take off the nipple clamps,Ă¶ she asked as he turned
to leave her lying on the bed alone.  Dan reached down and released one
clamp.  She gasped at the rush of blood, only a little better prepared this
time.  The thick stalk throbbed.  She wished she could reach it and rub it.
Her daddy made no move to touch the aching morsel.

   Ă'Thank you,Ă¶ she sighed in relief.  Ă'Now how about the other one?Ă¶
Dan smiled mysteriously, and reached down to spread the fine hairs and pull
back the vaginal lips at the hood of her clitoris.

   Ă'You donĂ†t seem to understand,Ă¶ he said, Ă'All that was to teach you
a lesson.  This is your punishment.  Remember how much you enjoyed teasing
my cock in public and keeping me horny for two days.Ă¶ He fingered back the
hood of her clitoris, and pinched it out slightly.  Suddenly she did
understand.

   Ă'Yiiiiiiii,Ă¶ she shrilled.  Ă'No, Daddy, You canĂ†t!Ă¶ The tiny jaws
clamped down mercilessly anyway.

   She bucked and thrashed her hips, trying to toss it off without success.
Ă'YouĂ†d better be still,Ă¶ he cautioned, thrumming her thick, excited clit
until she moaned with the passion of her highly teased arousal, Ă'There are
other

   places for a clamp to be.Ă¶

   He stood and walked away.  Just before the door clicked shut, she
called, Ă'How long, Daddy?Ă¶ Click.  Ă'DaddyĂ¶?

   Then she was alone with her clamps and a vibrator that wouldnĂ†t quite
touch her enough.





   Michelle was contrite for several days.  She and Dan did all the local
tourist things in the area.  He believed sheĂ†d learned her lesson. 
Perhaps it was all over and he could relax.  If only Fumiko would hurry
home.  There were frustrations he needed to work out between the sheets
with the tiny Japanese woman.  Even if her breasts were small, and her
clitoris not as large as Michelle or her mother, her pussy was luxuriously
tight and hungry for his cock.

   Ă'Hi, Daddy.  YouĂ†re home early.Ă¶ She was exuberantly bouncy as usual.
He tossed his coat over the familiar hook, and let her give him a hug.  It
was impossible to ignore the press of her large breasts against his chest
as she

   pressed herself to him.  Ă'Come on in here, IĂ†ve got a surprise for
you.Ă¶

   The cake on the kitchen table was painstakingly decorated.  He wondered
what special occasion it was.  She pushed him down on the kitchen stool, so
fast he almost fell off the back edge.  She still fluttering about
excitedly.  Ă'I have to blindfold you for the surprise,Ă¶ she said, pulling
a red scarf about his face, Ă'Now keep your hands by your sides.  This is
going to be good, so no peeking.Ă¶

   Dan couldnĂ†t see a thing, but his senses seemed to sharpen.  He waited
patiently for his surprise.  Acrid fumes of a match being struck, plates
clicking.  The silverware drawer rattled.  She placed something across his
lap,

   probably a napkin, and she did something behind the stool which he
couldnĂ†t quite figure out.

   The smell of fresh cake appeared under his nose, and she batted his
hands away so she could feed it to him herself .  Michelle lifted the lower
edge

   of the blindfold a bit to push the sweet bites into his mouth.  The cake
was moist and rich, she could certainly cook, he realized.  Almost as good
as her mother.

   She hopped up into his lap, and hand fed the cake to him.  He managed to
gulp down two slices, with his daughter holding the bites to his mouth. 
She could even hold a glass of milk for him without spilling a drop.  Her
voice was muffled as they talked with her mouth full of cake.

   She kept him on the stool after the cake, and he could hear her fussing
about, doing this and that, as he waited.  Finally, she said, Ă'Now, Daddy,
there is just one more thing.  Here, let me hold your hands.Ă¶

   Michelle pulled her daddyĂ†s hands up and over his head.  He clasped his
fingers behind his head waiting.  He realized too late that things were not
as heĂ†d expected.  The quick ratchet of handcuffs around his wrists
brought him out of his reverie.  He tried to pull away, but too late.  The
handcuffs were attached by a chain to the top rung of the stool.  It seemed
sheĂ†d thought of everything, for when he tried to stand, a loop had been
placed around his waist,

   which she quickly cinched tight, holding him to the seat of the stool.
With the

   blindfold on, handcuffed, he couldnĂ†t resist as his daughter caught his
ankles and pulled them behind the back legs of the stool and clicked them
into tight cuffs connected to the top rung of the stool and his wrist
cuffs. In only a few

   seconds, sheĂ†d tied him tightly to the seat of the stool, helplessly
cuffed hand

   and foot, and blindfolded too.

   Ă'What do you think youĂ†re doing!Ă¶ he demanded.  Her hands were
already in his lap, unbuckling his belt.  But there was nothing he could do
about it as she opened his fly and pulled out his cock.

   Ă'Well, Daddy, there were some questions I want to ask you about the
other afternoon,Ă¶ she purred, Ă'Remember how you treated me when you had
me tied up?  And you left me there for hours with my nipples feeling like
they were on fire?  Well while I lay there, I had time to think.

   Ă'At first, I wanted to tie you up and tease you and make you beg to
fuck me.  But then I thought IĂ†d better find out if thereĂ†s some reason
why you really donĂ†t think IĂ†m sexy, and I needed to make sure you stayed
put so I could

   get really good answersĂ¶ There were small sounds he couldnĂ†t quite
place.

   He couldnĂ†t see Michelle because of the blindfold as she climbed back
up in his lap with her thighs astride his knees.  His cock lolled out of
his

   zipper, hanging across his balls.  He felt a twinge as she reached
between them and petted his soft cock until it was semi-hard.  His head
began to swim somewhat.  Perhaps it was the nearnewss of her.

   Ă'Honey, I feel a bit strangeĂ ,Ă¶ his voive tapered off.  Ă'Maybe you
should let me go this time.Ă¶ His body was beginning to take on a warm,
sensuous feeling, and his cock unexpectedly surged up hard, even thought
she had ceased to pet it.

   Ă'Well, Daddy, youĂ†ve been having such a hard time making love to me
the way I want you to, so I thought you might need some help.  You know
that cake?  And that milk you drank with it?  Well one of my friends who is
a nurse got me a really powerful aphrodisiac called XTAS-Z.  You just had a
double dose.Ă¶

   Ă'Honey!  You didnĂ†t!Ă¶ Dan was just beginning to realize the
predicament he was in.  HeĂ†d heard of the experimental drug, and knew he
was in for quite a ride.  Tied to the stool, with a beautiful young girl in
his lap would be one thing, but tied while under the effects of XTAS-Z was
another.  Particularly when the girl was looking for a bit of revenge for a
punishment heĂ†d given her only days ago.

   Ă'Sure did, Daddy.  Maybe way more than doubleĂ¶ Was it his imagination
that her voice was becoming lower and huskier?  Ă'And I ate it too.  Not as
much as you, but enough to make me really horny already, and I can feel it
starting to make me wet already, so I know you can feel it.Ă' Sure enough,
his cock was throbbing harder, even though she wasnĂ†t touching it yet.  He
wished she would pet it just a little.

   She looked down at his super engorged cock and smiled.  Ă'The only
problem is that I can do something about it whenever I want toĂ'unlike
you.Ă¶ Michelle leaned against him.  Her soft breasts engulfed his face ,
almost smothering him beneath the blindfold, and he suddenly realized she
was naked in his lap.

   Ă'Oh, daddy, that makes your cock so big and hard!.  I know you love it
when I mash my boobies all over your face like this.  IĂ†ll bet you even
wish you could stick your tongue out through that blindfold and lick my
nipples.  Its too bad you canĂ†t see how stiff and thick theyĂ†re
getting.Ă¶ His daughter pressed herself against his head and shoulders,
squeezing her mammaries around his face so that her nipples tickled his
ears.

   Ă'And, Daddy, that aphrodisiac is really making me hornier and hornier.
Its really getting to me.  I hope you wont mind if I masturbate myself.Ă¶
The back of MichelleĂ†s hand brushed constantly against the throbbing shaft
of DanĂ†s cock as his daughter masturbated herself, and I drove him crazy.
With her straddling his legs like she was, he couldnĂ†t thrust against her
at all.  The Drugs and the nearness of her drove him frantic.  He couldnĂ†t
move to press his cock into her, and the occasional light friction of her
hand only excited him more.

   He groaned deep in the chasm of her cleavage, trying to catch his breath
to avoid being smothered by her ripe melons.  Michelle hooked her arm
around his neck and squeezed him tighter into her cleavage.  Dan sucked in
hot, perfumed air from between her bosoms, thick with pheromones of her
excitement.  More than anything he wanted to thrust his cock up into the
slackness of her hot pussy.  But he was helpless to reach it.

   Michelle almost smothered her dad between her breasts as she reached
orgasm, moaning and rocking on his lap, with her fingers buried deep within
herself.  Her thumb worked rapidly over her clitoris as she spent.  His
head spun as much from lack of air, as from the powerful XTAS-Z he had
ingested.  His cock felt a hundred timed bigger than it had ever been,
aching and throbbing to be made to spurt.  She rode her fingers inches from
his cock, preferring to tease him with her nearness rather than provide him
with any satisfaction of his own.

   After the surges of orgasm had washed over her and subsided somewhat,
Michelle pulled the blind fold from his eyes and slipped off his lap to her
knees.  He looked down at her, and she looked up into his eyes as she was
pulling his cock down into her mouth like a lollipop.  She sucked it slowly
from

   base to tip, letting the knob plop from her lips.  Electricity shot
through his body as his cum surged in his balls.  She gave the shaft a
quick lick of her soft tongue.

   Ă'Daddy, why donĂ†t you think IĂ†m Sexy?Ă¶ Her voice was soft and
pouting, teasing and petulant.  Soft fingers played lightly beneath his
scrotum,

   causing little lightning of lust to flash through his cock.

   Ă'Honey, I think youĂ†re very sexy.  YouĂ†re beautiful!Ă¶ He told the
truth.  Michelle was very beautiful, and in his drugged state, she was the
most beautiful, luscious woman heĂ†d ever seen.  And her fingers were
tickling his swollen balls so nicely.

   Michelle lifted the weight of a plump breast to her lips, and suckled
the long nipple until it stiffened and crinkled wetly.  She offered her
breasts to him, tweaking and twisting the aureoles in red painted nails. 
His groan echoed the surge of lust he felt in his balls.

   She blew him a red lipped kiss, then bent and swallowed his knob once
more.  He watched her the back of her head sink down as she gave shaft
another slow slurp from base to tip.  The knob plopped from her lips, and
she looked up and smiled.  Her fingers continued to pet and fondle his
balls.  Ă'But you donĂ†t think IĂ†m pretty?Ă¶

   Ă'Yes, baby, youĂ†re beautiful and pretty, too.Ă¶ He groaned at the way
she was handling his scrotum.  Why wouldnĂ†t she stroke his cock?

   She stick out her lower lip, pretending to pout.  Ă'But you donĂ†t want
me, though.Ă¶

   Ă'Michelle, please,Ă¶ he groaned as she toyed with his balls, lifting,
kneading, tickling through the fine hairs underneath.  Ă'I do want you.  I
want you so bad, butĂ Ă¶

   Ă'Unh Unh, you donĂ†t.  You donĂ†t want me at all,Ă¶ she continued to
pout coyly.  She gave his cock one more slow suck, then began to draw
delicate patterns on the slick wet shaft with her finger tip.  She enjoyed
driving him crazy.  Tied and chained as he was, he couldnĂ†t get any
leverage against the stool to thrust against her.

   Ă'I need you!  I need you so bad!Ă¶ She was driving him insane, and she
knew it.

   Ă'But daddy, how bad do you need me?Ă¶ She continued to taunt him and
pet his cock.  Ă'I cant tell how bad you really want me.  Can you tell
me?Ă¶ She knelt on the floor between his spread knees, playing with his
cock, making him suffer to have her.

   Ă'Honey!  Please!Ă¶

   Ă'Please what, Daddy?Ă¶ She pouted, the question was innocent,
punctuated by a wet lick under the knob of his cock.  She spread the
wetness around his knob with her finger tip.  Ă'What do you need?Ă¶

   Ă'I need you!Ă¶ his voice was hoarse, Ă'I need you so much.Ă¶

   Ă'No you donĂ†t daddy.  You donĂ†t need me, you just want to come,
donĂ†t you?  ThereĂ†s a big difference between really needing me and just
wanting to come.  So which is it?Ă¶ She didnĂ†t wait for an answer, but
went all the way down on his cock, and sucked back to the tip with
agonizing slowness.  As the glistening knob popped free, she smiled up at
him and smacked her lips, letting her tongue dart out erotically and circle
her wet open mouth.  She took his slick

   cock in her small fist and gave him a few slippery strokes.

   Ă'Michelle.Ă¶ He tried his best to sound sincere as she knelt below and
teased his cock.  Ă'Michelle, I really do need you.Ă¶

   Ă'Need me daddy, or want me?Ă¶

   Ă'I need you.  I need you.Ă¶ He was aching to thrust his cock up into
her hot mouth.  She smiled and pretended to go down on him again, but only
gave his knob a light kiss.  Ă'Michelle, please!Ă¶

   Her blue eyes brightened as she looked up and she giggled right into his
face.  Ă'Please what, Daddy?  What is it?Ă¶ she asked, pretending not to
understand his situation.  He was chained and highly aroused.  She could do
anything she wanted, tease him any way she desired, and his cock could only
throb helplessly in mid-air until she decided to touch it.

   Ă'I need you, Michelle,Ă¶ he begged, Ă'YouĂ†re teasing me.  IĂ†m about
to go crazy to have you.Ă¶

   Ă'Poor baby daddy,Ă¶ she pouted up at him.  Ă'You donĂ†t need me.Ă¶

   Ă'I really, really do.  And youĂ†re making you need you more by toying
with my cock like that.Ă¶ Her fingers were playing wet games around the
slippery sides of his shaft.

   Ă'Unh Unh, Daddy, you donĂ†t need me quite yet,Ă¶ she said, quoting what
heĂ†d told her several days earlier when she was the helpless victim,
Ă'needing comes much later---and I mean much, MUCH later.Ă¶ Her blue eyes
were wide enough to fall into as she looked up at him.  Her fingers made a
fist around his cock and slipped up and down once more.  Ă'You just want me
to make you come, and I just wonĂ†t do it, will I?Ă¶

   Ă'Michelle?!!?Ă¶ he was suddenly alarmed.

   Ă'No, Daddy, IĂ†m not going to make you come at all.  YouĂ†ll have to
fuck me if you want to come, and IĂ†m not going to let you do that just
yet. Maybe tonight---or even tomorrow--after I make you feel like you
really do need meĂ'not just want me.Ă¶ She took time for another slow slurp
on his cock to wet it enough for her fist to move all slick and slippery
over the shaft.

   Ă'When you do get to fuck me, IĂ†ll be tied to the bed, just the way I
want it.  Spread out wide, just like the other day,Ă¶ she continued, her
voice becoming low and sultry.  Ă'My pussy will be wide open, and wet,
waiting for you.  IĂ†ll be helpless, and the drugs will be making me crazy
for your cock.  YouĂ†ll be insane to have me by then and you wonĂ†t be able
to do anything about either it as you drive your cock into me and fuck me.
I can almost feel you deep inside me now.Ă¶

   Ă'Oh, daddy, that aphrodisiac is making me so horny, and I have to come
again.  Have you ever watched a girl masturbate?Ă¶ She released his cock
and spread herself back on the floor beneath him.  Ă'Do you want to watch
me?  Oh, I forgot,Ă¶ she pouted in baby talk, Ă'You donĂ†t have any choice,
do you?Ă¶

   Michelle propped her feet up on her fatherĂ†s knees and wriggled her
bare toes at him.  He could only look down helplessly as she spread her
bare

   pussy lips apart and delved into her open pussy.  Ă'Ooooh, Daddy,Ă¶ she
moaned, it feels soooo good!  Please come fuck me.  Ă'

   Dan strained helplessly at his chains, his arms cuffed back behind his
head, and chained to his ankle cuffs.  He had no choice but to watch as his
daughter masturbated at his feet, begging him to fuck her, pleading for him
to come down and have her.  His cock was like a gun site, bobbing directly
in line between her legs aimed straight at the succulent center of her
writhing hips.  Under the effects of a more than double dose of the
powerful drug, his world became focused on nothing but MichelleĂ†s teasing
masturbation.

   He willed his cock to bend down and reach for her, but it refused,
continuing to throb and ache untouched.  Ă'Fuck me Daddy!  Come on. 
Please! Come fuck me,Ă¶ she begged and pleaded, knowing he couldnĂ†t,
intentionally torturing him.

   She lifted her foot and began to brush his cock with her painted toe
nails.  Ă'Give me this.  Come give me this or IĂ†ll know you really donĂ†t
need me.Ă¶

   Ă'Michelle,Ă¶ he croaked, Ă'OK honey, IĂ†ll give you what you want.Ă¶
Her toes played up and down his cock.  He wished it was enough to make him
shoot.

   Ă'No, Daddy,Ă¶ she shook her head, Ă'If you really need me as much as
you say you do, youĂ†ll come down here and fuck me now.  Right now.Ă¶ She
reached and took his cock shaft between her soft soles, pumping him up and
down.  He could almost shoot between her feet.  She squeezed him tight as
she began to come.  Ă'I said right now!Ă¶

   Ă'Daddy, IĂ†m coming.  Come fuck me!  DonĂ†t you want me?Ă¶ She arched
her back from the floor, lifting herself up by her feet around his cock.

   Oh, daddy, IĂ†m coming, come and put your cock in me.  Ă'

   His cock twitched between her soles as he watched her come.  Her breasts
bounced nicely, the nipples hard as rocks as she writhed at his feet.  He
could almost come.  Almost, until she suddenly removed her feet, and braced
them against his knees again, thighs splayed wide open.

   Ă'Naughty boy, Daddy,Ă¶ she chided as the delicious sensations of her
orgasm subsided, Ă'I told you you werenĂ†t allowed to come yet, and you
were trying to.  Naughty, naughty.Ă¶

   Michelle looked up into her daddyĂ†s glazed eyes, watching him pant in
his lust to have her.  She folded knees akimbo at his feet, and took his

   cock in her hands, fondling his balls.  Then reverting to baby talk,
Ă'That was so

   bad of you.  First you wouldnĂ†t come fuck me, and then you tried to
spurt your juices between my feet.  So naughty and bad.

   Ă'So, what can I use as a proper punishment, Hmmm?  How about a good,
old fashioned blow job?  You know, a really, really slow, languorous blow
job where I take hours and hours and never let you spurt even the smallest
drop.

   And since youĂ†re chained up like that, I can take my time canĂ†t
I---just like you did with me the other night.Ă¶

   She bent his cock down and engulfed it inch by inch, slowly into her
hot, moist mouth.  It seemed to take a wet eternity.  When the single
stroke was finally over, she pulled free momentarily and looked up to
unbutton his shirt.  From a pocket in the jeans sheĂ†s tossed aside
earlier, came two gleaming nipple clamps.  His nipples were already erect
enough to accept the clamps.  As the jaws closed, he hissed as the
aphrodisiac translated the sharp pain into excruciating pleasure.

   Ă'Daddy, I once read a story about two women who tortured the
information out of a prisoner while he was chained up like this.Ă¶ She
flicked the nipple clamps back and forth absently as she talked.  Ă'They
sucked him to the brink of orgasm every fifteen minutes for eight hours
without ever letting him shoot.  And he told them everything they wanted,
just to be allowed to come.

   Ă'And, Daddy, that guy wasnĂ†t even under an aphrodisiac like you.  But
guess what, IĂ†m going to do that to you anyway, right now, and thereĂ†s
nothing you can do about it.  IĂ†ll bet that in a little while, youĂ†re
going to wish you had almost any kind information to confess.Ă¶ Her fingers
were gentle as she

   bent his cock down to her red lips and kissed the tip of the knob.  Ă'Of
course, if you think of anything to confess that I might be interested
inĂ Ă Ă¶

   He watched helplessly as she engulfed his cock into her hot mouth once
more.  Her tongue was magic, and she knew just how much pressure.



   Part 5



   It was hours later.  Dan could hardly remain upright on the stool. 
Ă'Want more, Daddy,Ă¶ she asked, Ă'Want me to suck you some more?Ă¶

   Michelle acknowledged to herself that though sheĂ†d love to torment her
dadĂ†s cock for another hour, it was time to stop.  SheĂ†d been starting
him toward the brink of orgasm, then stopping him at the last possible
moment over and over again, for hours.  He was so turned on he was ready to
fall off the

   stool regardless that he was tied to it or not.

   Ă'Boys just wanna come, donĂ†t they,Ă¶ she pouted her full lips in his
glazed view.  His cock plopped out of her mouth, and she let it bob in
mid-air.  Ă'Poor baby, daddy.  Poor baby, wanna come, does he?Ă¶ Dan only
groaned.  He was almost mindless from the several hours of tease torturing
heĂ†d endured.  The double dose of XTAS-Z had made a sexually tortured
beast of him.

   Ă'Sorry, daddy, thatĂ†s too bad.  If you really wanted to come, you
would have fucked me when you had the chance.Ă¶ Michelle watched him suffer
impassively while she fixed a glass of iced tea for herself and took a sip,
waiting for her father to realize she was no longer teasing his cock.  He
lurched and jerked for several minutes before he finally focused his eyes
on the floor, then

   looked up.  HeĂ†d never needed an orgasm quite that bad.  What heĂ†d do
if he could reach her!

   Michelle already had phase two planned.  SheĂ†d make her father fuck her
if it killed them, and she wanted to be going insane herself with lust
under the aphrodisiac when he did.  The key to his handcuffs was on a bead
chain necklace, and she looped it about his neck.

   She cut another piece of the cake dosed with XTAS-Z and took a bite. 
For this phase, she wanted to be crazy for his cock.  As her daddy came to
life, mumbling to himself, she took the last bite, and cut herself another
piece of the drugged dessert.  She dripped an extra drop of the potion into
her iced tea.

   Her pussy was already beginning to tingle and grow warmer.  She knew she
had just enough time to get herself chained to the bed before the drug
kicked in, and she lost control of herself.

   Ă'Daddy?Ă¶ Her voice was soft.  Ă'Daddy?Ă¶

   Dan looked up, his eyes mindless with tortured lust.  Ă'Hmmm?  What?Ă¶

   Ă'Daddy.  IĂ†m going to go upstairs and spread myself across your bed
with those handcuffs.  The key is around your neck, and you can get loose.
Come up and see me whenever youĂ†re ready to fuck me.Ă¶ Dan jolted as she
raked her nails quickly up his cock one last time.

   He licked his lips, watching her succulent cheeks swing as she walked
away.  Then, he could hear her upstairs, getting things ready, as he
struggled to reach the chain around his neck and free his wrists.  It took
him a long time, and several false starts, to get the key in the right
position to unlock the first cuff.  He had just unlocked the second cuff
when Fumiko opened the door to the kitchen.

   Ă'Holy shit, Dan!Ă¶ she gasped.  Ă'Are you being robbed?Ă¶ She rushed to
help him free his ankles.  Dan was so crazy with lust that he grabbed the
little oriental and dragged her to the floor with him as he went down.

   Ă'I need you Fumi,Ă¶ he choked, madly trying to rip the clothes from
both of them simultaneously.

   Ă'Geez, Dan, I know you glad to see me, but donĂ†t tear my new
clothes.Ă¶ Still, she was in almost as big of a hurry as he was, and they
found themselves on the floor fucking like minks in seconds.

   Her lightly haired pussy was mercifully hot and open for him.  He
burried his cock to the hilt with no preliminaries, and tossed her small
body about in his frenzy.  She was small, but tautly muscled, riding him in
return as

   powerfully as he rode her.  They used one another, he using her to sate
his satyr

   lust, as she used him to sate her own.

   Dan was spurting his second load into Fumiko before they finally calmed
down enough to hear the plaintive voice from upstairs.  Ă'Daddy.  Daddy are
you there?  IĂ†m all chained up waiting for you.Ă¶ The drug was working in
her spread eagle body and it was her turn to be helpless under its effects.

   Ă'IĂ†ll tell you while we do it one more time,Ă¶ Dan said keeping Fumiko
from jumping up.

   Ă'You want to do it again?  Well, lets move to the couch at least, this
hard floor is killing my hips.  You hornier than I ever see you before.Ă¶
They did move to the couch, and he explained, punctuated by hard thrusts
into her waiting pussy.  By the time he was finally sated, Michelle was
sobbing for him to please hurry.  SheĂ†d taken a stronger dose of XTAS-Z
than sheĂ†d given to him, hoping to fulfill her fantasy of helpless
arousal. But Dan and Fumiko let her wait while Fumi worked the drug out of
DanĂ†s system

   It took forever for him to be satisfied.  Four orgasms later, working
out his drugged lust on the body of his tiny girlfriend, as Dan explained
between thrusts, in the end, exhausted, he fell to sleep on the couch.

   Fumi pulled free, struggling from under his bulk, and covered him with
an afghan.  She retrieved an ice cold beer from the fridge and sipped it
slowly, watching Dan sleep the sleep of the tortured..  Her slanted eyes
arched inscrutably.

   Fumi finished her brew, ignoring the anguished sobs of DanĂ†s highly
aroused daughter.  It would do her good to learn her lesson once and for
all.  Fumiko opened a long rose box from the top shelf of DanĂ†s cupboard,
and carefully removed a pair of feathers, each almost a foot and a half
long..  The quill was stiff and sharply pointed, while the ostrich plume
soft and luxuriously fluffy.  She twirled the two feathers between index
finger and thumb, and headed up stairs There were lessons to be taught
between midnight and morning.  It was bound to be a very, very slow
nightĂ'for DanĂ†s daughter.