Chapter 3: Ellie
Ellie frowned in the mirror as she surveyed the piles of clothes behind her. She’d easily decided on undergarments- well, really just white lace panties and no bra- but what did one wear over them to meet a potential Master in the park? She could typically put together a killer outfit for any occasion- she had been on more than her fair share of dates and nights on the town- but the butterflies in her stomach were proving to be very distracting.
She settled on a short denim skirt and a little white tank top- and then layered a purple cardigan to make the outfit a little more modest. It wasn’t like they were meeting to discuss the weather, but she figured it would be best to leave a few things to the imagination. With a swipe of mascara, a brush through her blonde hair, and a little bit of lip gloss, she was on her way.
The sunshine and mild weather made it a busy day at the park. Ellie nervously checked her phone for the fifth time to ensure she was on her way to the right place- the bench beside the ice cream stand. She was familiar with it, though she elected not to dwell on the fact that it was where her dad had taken her after their college tour. Today’s mission was decidedly less wholesome.
Ellie had been searching for a Master since she got to college. College was about broadening her horizons, and while she was confident that her degree in political science would do just that, she had much more to explore. Now that she was away from home, in a city where no one knew her, it was time to explore the fantasies that had long lived in her mind.
She’d seen enough porn to know that she was submissive; while she was what her father called a free spirit- his nice way of saying a handful- she ultimately pushed boundaries hoping that someone would put her in her place. She liked it when the men she dated told her how to dress, or held her by the hair when she sucked their cocks- but she craved so much more. She wanted what she saw in porn- to be one of those girls with glassy eyes, thick spit running down their chins, makeup everywhere- moaning because they had no words left to say. She wanted to wholly surrender, to be owned- and to serve. The self-training had started as soon as she got her new (admittedly tiny, crummy apartment)- Ellie was eager to build the skills she would need to earn a Master’s attention.
She slowed her walk as she saw the ice cream stand up ahead, seeing that the bench was empty. Grateful for the extra few minutes, she stood under a tree beside the bench and took a few deep breaths to calm her nerves. She looked around at all of the strangers- walking their dogs, stealing a picnic lunch, walking to and from work- and wondered who she had been chatting with for the past few nights.
She had been talking to him for the better part of a week, sharing her wants and desires with an ease that she had yet to experience with a man. She knew he was older, and that he lived a few towns over, near where she’d grown up. He had a fairly gentle demeanour, at least virtually- she was a little worried that he wouldn’t be dominant enough. He was knowledgeable, though- that much was clear- and he didn’t judge her for her lack of experience. Instead, he made her feel like a blank canvas- someone who just might be worthy of his investment. He asked insightful questions, and honoured her answers by sharing details of his own. They’d had an easy connection so far, like old friends- so when he suggested that they meet in a public park, it seemed like the right next move. She searched the faces of each stranger walking by, wondering if they would be the one she would offer herself to.
Her reverie was interrupted when a familiar voice said, “Ellie.”
Ellie turned toward the sound, blinking a few times at the man in front of her. His athletic frame stood taller than her, and his brown hair was echoed in his short beard. It was his dark brown eyes, deep enough to swallow her whole, that made her freeze. “Dad?” she said, trying to cover the surprise in her tone. She quickly calculated that she had to get rid of him before her date showed up. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to meet someone,” her dad said casually.
“Oh, great- well, I won’t keep you,” Ellie said brightly, already turning to walk down the path. She was stopped by a needlessly firm grip on her arm, turning her back into him, closely enough that she could smell his all too familiar soap.
“I’m here to meet you, Ellie,” her dad whispered into her ear.
It was a good thing that he sat her down on the nearest bench, because the blood rushing to her ears was enough to weaken her knees.
“Don’t panic, Ellie, it’s okay. You’re okay,” he said gently. He had put his arm around her, a casual gesture to any onlookers, but to Ellie it felt like both a vice and a lifeline. “We are going to talk this through, but first you are going to take five deep breaths.”
Ellie was too stunned to question him, so she did as she was told. She felt her dad’s hand flat on her breastbone, and listened to him as he told her to breathe in, and to breathe out.
“Look at me, Ellie, that’s it. Good girl, now breathe in,” he instructed. She could feel the panic well back up inside her as she made eye contact with his too-familiar eyes, but his hard palm on her chest was grounding. She breathed with him, and although her legs still wanted to run, she could feel herself calming down.
Her dad’s hand moved from her chest to her chin as he tilted her toward him. “I am sorry that I wasn’t honest with you, but I needed to make sure that you were serious- that you have what it takes,” he said kindly. “I think that you do, and like we talked about last night I want to help you to get what you crave- what you need.”
Ellie swallowed hard, averting her eyes from his to collect herself.
“Eyes on me, Ellie,” he demanded patiently.
She obeyed. “Dad, I can’t…we can’t,” she said shakily. She was surprised that everyone in the park kept going on about their day, but she supposed after that to them they were just another couple sharing a moment on a park bench- it was only her life that was turning upside down, no one else’s.
“We can, and in a few minutes you are going to beg me to kiss you,” he replied matter of factly. “Just listen.”
The unassumingly firm grip that he now had at the back of her neck gave her no option. It also hardened her nipples.
Chapter 4: Brent
Any doubts that he might’ve had on the drive that morning were erased as soon as he saw his little girl in her short skirt and tight-fitting cardigan. Ellie looked so much like her mother it made him think about what else they might have in common. He flexed his grip on the back of her neck- not to hurt her, but to create the thrill that he knew would course through her body. He knew he had one opportunity to convince her mind, and it started with engaging her body. He looked down at the two little peaks poking through her cardigan and thought: mission accomplished.
“Now I know this is unexpected,” Brent began.
“Yah, no shit,” Ellie interrupted.
Brent tightened his grip on his daughter’s neck, imperceptible to the passers by, but duly noted by her sharp intake of breath. “You will not interrupt me, and you will not swear,” he said calmly.
“Y…yes, fine,” she breathed.
“Good girl,” he continued. “This may feel unexpected, but if you think about it it makes total sense. All of those years of me drawing boundaries and you crossing them- curfews, your grades, boyfriends- you were so hungry for order… I should’ve seen it sooner,” he said.
Ellie’s nipples remained erect, and she did not interrupt or disagree.
“I’ve learned a lot about you over the last few days; I really appreciate you sharing with me. I wish you had before you left home, but of course I understand why you didn’t. Ellie, I think I could really help you. Exploring submission can be dangerous if you don’t have the right partner- someone who knows you, who you can trust to keep you safe. I can be that person for you. It doesn’t have to be forever, but just until you get some experience,” he suggested.
She didn’t need to know that he had already planned for forever.
“Dad, no. I can’t…it’s too weird,” Ellie said to the ground.
“Look at me, Ellie,” Brent answered.
His daughter reluctantly raised her eyes to meet his. He saw her nervousness, his betrayal- but he also saw familiarity- comfort amid her discomfort.
“I know it will take some getting used to, and as we talked about last night I would never ask for full submission right away- these things take time, and you need to make sure it’s what you really want. I want to give you that space- I will answer all of your questions, and I will guide and teach you. Look at me, Ellie. You know you can trust me- I’m still your dad,” he pressed.
Ellie looked at him- really looked. He could feel her eyes questioning, searching him for the answer that only she had. “Of course I trust you, Dad- I just can’t…I can’t with you.”
“You can, baby, and you will,” he said. He loosened his grip on her neck, casually dancing his fingers down her spine and back up. She shivered as his fingers traced her collarbone. “We are going to start slow, and it’s going to feel good. You can still attend the first term of school; I want to make sure that this is what you want- you need to explore all of your options, including staying in school. You will move back home, and I will oversee your studies, among other things. We will ease into this, and you can always back out,” he said encouragingly.
“Dad, I know you want to help, but I just don’t think this is the right thing to do. We can forget this ever happened- I will go to school, and you can just…go home. Please,” she added softly, as his fingertips traced her jawline. She stiffened, but she didn’t pull away.
“Please what?” Brent whispered into her ear, his tongue almost imperceptibly grazing her earlobe.
“Please…I…Dad, please…stop…” she breathed as he traced featherlight kisses down her neck. She moved her hands up to push him away, but before she could he took her wrists in his hand.
“Leave these at your sides,” he growled. She reflexively folded her hands and placed them in her lap.
He slowly kissed back up to her cheek, and she let him.
His tone remained casual, but with an unmistakable edge. He got closer to her ear, his voice a gravelly whisper as he said, “You will find, Ellie, that I always get what I want, but I never have to take it- it’s given to me, willingly. You are what I want, and you will give yourself to me- little by little, then all at once.”
Chapter 5: Ellie
The finality and confidence in his voice made Ellie sit up a little bit straighter, or maybe that was her arousal. Her body was a bundle of nerves, all focused on her dad- on his scent, his voice, his…touch.
Why she hadn’t fled the park yet was anyone’s best guess, but she thought it might have something to do with the reluctant dampness between her legs. Had his voice always been that intense? Every time she looked into his eyes, she could feel her resolve soften. How can his hands feel so hard, and so soft?
He made some good points- submission was risky, and exploring with someone she trusts did have merit. Not her dad, obviously, but maybe he could give her some guidance? He clearly had some experience in the lifestyle- could he help her vet partners? Would that be at least marginally less weird than the electricity his lips sent over her skin? Her thoughts were blurring with his every sensual, inappropriate touch.
She let out a moan as he took her earlobe into his mouth, biting down gently as his hand loosely restrained hers in her lap. She pressed against him, ostensibly to evade his touch, though the shiver that ran through her body gave her away.
Her cheeks reddened at her body’s betrayal. She sent a panicked look around the park- surely someone should have interrupted them by now- but saw nothing but normalcy. Her dad now had his fingers tugging at the blonde strands of her hair- gently at first, until he grabbed a handful and pulled her head back to expose her neck.
She gasped, and this time neither one of them could mistake her desire. She closed her eyes, surrendering to her dad’s tongue as he licked her delicate throat. She felt a kiss on her jawline, and then heard the now familiar, “Ellie, look at me.”
He kept his hand in her hair, tilting her head back level with his. She reluctantly met his gaze. Instead of breaking his spell, she became transfixed- lost in his depth, feeling herself surrender to his safety and wordless demand.
“What do you want, Ellie? What do you want right now?” he asked, peppering her chin with small kisses.
He held her head still, and deliberately ran his tongue along both of her parted lips.
“What do you want, Ellie?” he asked again. She felt his teeth graze her lower lip so slightly she wasn’t sure if she’d imagined it.
“I won’t repeat myself,” he said, the edge returning to his voice.
A voice said “Kiss me.” It was hers.
“Beg me, Ellie,” he said softly.
“Please…please…ple…” her dad swallowed her pleas with a kiss.
Down the Rabbit Hole 