Chapter 3: Brent
“Table, Ellie,” Brent said as he plated his dinner. His obedient daughter closed her homework up and stood, taking a beat to finish the large glass of water that her dinner depended on.
Brent filled a glass with water for himself, adding as many ice cubes as the glass could hold. He took his dinner to the table, where his daughter was already waiting with hers.
“Table, Ellie,” Brent repeated. Ellie quietly folded to her hands and knees beside his chair at the dinner table, next to where her food was waiting on the floor. Ellie ate fortified oatmeal for all of her meals, directly from a bowl. She of course had the opportunity to earn occasional treats, but the simple diet helped Brent to teach his daughter to find pleasure where it is given.
Brent applied pressure on Ellie’s ass, adjusting her poster to level out her back. He then sat his ice water on his table daughter, and began his meal. They ate in companionable silence, Ellie licking up her dinner whenever Brent picked up his glass to drink. Otherwise she maintained a perfect table position, which was a marked improvement from the tense and wobbly mess that she had been on day one. No doubt the icy water shocked her skin every time she dropped a glass.
For the first time, Ellie made it through dinner without spilling a glass. She was able to anticipate when Brent would set the glass back down, and have a perfectly level back to accept it. She ate her food swiftly, using that curious tongue of hers to lick the bowl clean. Brent lingered over the last of his meal, occasionally reaching over to cup one of her hanging breasts as he savoured his food. Ellie didn’t flinch or waver, instead just absorbing his touch and focusing on her duty.
Brent freed her from her pose so that she could wash the dishes and finish another large glass of water that he poured for her. He then rewarded her feat with a handful of fresh strawberries. The gratitude on her face warmed his heart.
Chapter 4: Ellie
Ellie popped the last strawberry in her mouth, revelling in the sweetness. The oats that her dad served her didn’t taste bad- they just didn’t taste like anything. Her taste buds had been so under stimulated that a mere strawberry tasted like the finest candy.
She was also proud of herself; she had been trying so hard not to spill her dad’s glass and finally managed it. It was such a simple task, but decidedly not easy to execute- Ellie’s frustration was finally, if only temporarily, abated. She could tell that her dad was proud of her, and that mattered. The strawberries were also a nice bonus, and made her want to earn more rewards.
As she put away the last dish, her dad was clearing her books off of the coffee table. “Did you finish your history paper?” he asked.
“Yes Daddy,” Ellie beamed. She was quite proud of the paper, and couldn’t wait to hand it in to her professor in the morning.
“Good. Come here and read it to me while we complete your edging.”
Ellie swallowed hard, her temporary revelry in her success and strawberry replaced with dread. In an effort to delay, Ellie asked again if she could use the washroom- those two glasses of water were starting to cause discomfort.
“Not yet, Ellie. Come here,” her dad responded.
She walked over to him, his posture relaxed as he lounged on the couch. She stood in front of him in Wait position as he untied her chastity belt, freeing her from its confines. She urged to touch herself, if only to prove that she could, but she knew that that was against the rules. He parted her pussy lips, indulging in her scent and lightly running his finger along her smooth slit.
Ellie moved to assume the Nadu pose, which seemed to be her dad’s preferred position for edging his daughter’s aching pussy. She just wanted to get it over with, and the faster she complied the faster he would be finished with her.
“No Nadu tonight, Ellie,” he said as he gently massaged her lips. Ellie remained standing, awaiting further instructions. She tried not to think about her dad’s hands invading her, and instead focused solely on listening for his next order.
“Why don’t you print your essay, and then read it to me here on the couch?” he suggested. He opened her laptop on the table in front of him, and motioned for her to use it. Of course as she bent to type the command to send it to the printer, her round ass went right to her dad’s awaiting face. His hands caressed her ass, grazing her wanting pussy from behind while she printed her paper.
Ellie walked across the room to collect the pages, taking a split second to marvel at how comfortable it was to walk without her belt. Her thighs met each other softly, and her range of motion felt infinite. Perhaps it was a result of not being permitted an orgasm in three months (in spite of ruthless edging), but the freedom was arousing even without touch. She walked slowly back to the couch, both to revel in the sensation and to delay the inevitable.
“Across my lap, I think,” her dad instructed. He had propped a pillow up so that she could lay comfortably face up across him, giving him unfettered access to her clit. Ellie hesitated for a brief moment, realizing that this sudden change drastically increased the intimacy of the exchange. In Nadu she could close her eyes and focus on her position and posture, disconnecting from the fact that her dad was touching her most intimate places. Sitting in his lap made that much more difficult.
Sitting in his lap, she realized a split second later as she did so, also meant that she could feel his hard cock against her backside.
“Good girl, get comfortable,” her dad encouraged- as if that were possible. Ellie adjusted herself a few times in an effort to separate herself from his stiffness, but she was unsuccessful. She gripped her printed essay like a lifeline, willing it to swallow her whole as she read.
“Open, Ellie,” her dad reminded her. “I have a pen here in case you’d like to make edits to your work as you read- sometimes reading something over and over can show us mistakes that we otherwise would miss,” he said matter-of-factly. “We are going to go for two hours today, just like yesterday. You will not cum. Your orgasms are mine, and they may only occur with my permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Ellie answered. With great effort, she opened her legs for her dad’s hands. She leaned back on the pillows behind her and started to read as his fingers parted her lips and found her needy clit.
Down the Rabbit Hole 