Chapter 1: Ellie
Ellie awoke in her dad’s bed, the memories of the night before swirling around her head like smoke. She wasn’t quite able to hold on to any of them in her morning grogginess, which was probably for the best. She gingerly got out of bed, already feeling swollen eyes from crying and a swollen ass from her dad’s belt.
He had kindly put her dress and panties in the washroom for her. She got dressed and tried not to think about the finer points of her wardrobe, such as how without a bra everyone could see her nipples. The morning was the one time a day she was permitted to use the washroom without asking so she took her time going pee, putting lotion on her legs, and trying to cover the swollen bags under her eyes. When she finally looked at the clock, she realized that she was almost late, and hadn’t yet finished her morning routine.
Her dad was in the kitchen when she emerged. She suddenly felt shy; something had changed for her last night, but she hadn’t yet had the time to figure out how she felt. Sleeping in her dad’s bed was a big deal, and so was all the crying- it had to mean something, but right now all Ellie felt was nerves.
“I’m going to be late for class,” Ellie said in a futile attempt to shirk the last of her morning tasks. Perhaps after last night her dad would cut her a break.
“Your failure to plan does not negate your responsibilities, or my rules, Ellie,” he said with the patient sternness that she had become familiar with (again) since moving home a few months ago. “The longer you argue with me, the more late you will be. Come here,” he said with a sharper edge.
She reluctantly obeyed, her petulance evaporating as her dad’s hand palmed her breast. “Look at me, Ellie,” he said, patience returning to his voice. Ellie tilted her head up to meet his eyes, a blush of embarrassment and arousal colouring her cheeks. “That’s better, good girl,” he said as he pulled both of her breasts out from the little pink sundress that he had chosen for her to wear. When he broke eye contact to put his mouth on her nipple, Ellie began to fidget with the hem of her dress.
Her mind was conflicted every time her body felt pleasure, and especially after last night. Even as her nipples hardened and sent a rush of pleasure between her legs, the shame of what her dad was doing (and what he was about to do) began creeping through her body. Ellie trembled, and wasn’t sure if it was from humiliation or need. “Wait pose, Ellie- you know better than to fidget,” her dad said as he moved on to her other nipple.
Ellie flinched at his gentle reprimand and corrected her posture, squaring her shoulders and looking straight ahead. She spread her legs slightly wider than her hips and crossed her arms behind her. “Sorry, Daddy,” she said quietly. The pose was a good reminder of her duty (and desire) to submit, and she took a deep breath to clear her mind of her conflict.
Her dad kneaded her exposed breasts with cupped hands, his greedy mouth nipping and sucking her sensitive nipples. Ellie stood still, breathing deeply to center herself against what she knew was coming.
Chapter 2: Brent
Brent sucked the side of his daughter’s breast hard enough to pop some vessels. It was important to him that she had a constant reminder of his touch, and he noticed the previous mark on her collarbone fading- though he was reasonably confident that his belt across her ass last night left a mark. To Ellie’s credit, she didn’t flinch at his touch, even as his tongue danced around her perfect nipples. She had come a long way in three months.
Knowing she was in danger of being late, he pulled his throbbing cock out and began to stroke. “Watch, Ellie,” he said gently, tugging on her nipple for punctuation. She reluctantly focused her gaze on his cock, her body otherwise remaining still. He held his hand to her face. “Open, Ellie,” he ordered. She opened to his hand, his fingers invading her wet mouth and teasing the back of her throat. “Hold,” he said, his fingers stilling down the back of her throat. He could see her eyes water as she fought her instinct to gag. When she finally lost the battle, he had counted to eleven. “Very good girl, a new record,” he said proudly as he withdrew his spit soaked fingers and coated his cock.
Ellie’s self-satisfied smirk didn’t escape her father’s gaze.
“Okay, we don’t want you to be late,” he said nonchalantly, “let’s get you to school. Remember to watch, Ellie.” Brent lifted his daughter’s sundress over her hips, tucking it into the chastity belt around her waist. He trailed his fingers down the belt, its transparent rigging allowing him to see all of her.
He reached into the white lace panties he’d chosen for her, tracing the outline of the belt. He had been hard on Ellie’s clit the night before, so he let the chastity belt remain. He returned his hand to his cock, stealing a glance at Ellie to make sure she was watching. He was pleased to see that she was, her mouth slightly agape as she sighed at his touch. “Why am I doing this, Ellie?” he asked, as he did every morning.
“To mark me as Yours, Daddy. So I remember all day, and so everyone else knows.”
“That’s right,” Brent purred, “good girl. Daddy owns you- all of you. Someday soon I’ll be marking you inside, and you’ll feel me dripping out of you all day. Until then, you’ll feel me in your panties, every time you move. No one touches this pussy, not even you- it’s mine. You’re mine, Ellie,” he growled. His hand returned possessively to her breast, then back to pull her panties down so that he could explode into them.
Chapter 3: Ellie
Her dad pulled her panties back up and fixed her dress. He tucked her breasts back in before kissing her goodbye. “Have a good day in class,” he said warmly.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Ellie said. If he could pretend that his cum wasn’t inside her panties every morning, then so could she. Ellie grabbed her backpack and coffee, and went to her car.
Each day, Ellie was grateful for the drive to school. At first her dad insisted that he would drive her each day, but she begged him for the alone time. She wanted to Serve, but it was a lot of change all at once. He eventually conceded, with two stipulations. One, she was required to clamp her nipples with clothespins for the duration of the drive, whenever she was in the car. Secondly, she was not permitted to listen to music; instead, her dad had prepared some slave training audio for her to listen to. Ellie found it grating at first, given that it was largely repetition of phrases like “I belong to Daddy, my one true purpose is to Serve, my body is not my own, I have no thoughts, I have no needs, I am nothing.” In time, though, Ellie found the repetition soothing- sometimes she would even “sing” along.
She winced as she pinned her nipples, still sore from the clamps she was forced to wear while on the phone last night. She took a deep breath to compartmentalize the pain. She could feel her dad’s seed between her legs, and squirmed in discomfort. Her mind was swimming with everything that had happened last night; she started the music, grateful for the distraction.
To quiet her thoughts, Ellie repeated “I belong to Daddy” the whole way to school.
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School was a bust. Ellie couldn’t stop thinking about the night she’d had, her body and mind haunted by her dad’s mercurial touch. Her professor’s words couldn’t penetrate the flashbacks of his hands, and his belt. The tears from last night sporadically threatened to reappear, so much that she had to excuse herself to the washroom in the middle of her political science class.
She sat on the toilet with her head between her knees, trying to find solid ground. She took a few deep breaths, willing her conflicting and chaotic emotions to settle. A few tears snuck down her cheek, instantly reminding her of her vulnerability with her dad last night. She then remembered his strong arms around her, and how he had held her and let her cry. When those memories were replaced by the sting of his belt and his cold detachment after, more tears streamed. The hot and cold from him was overwhelming; she had no idea what to expect anymore. When he had held her in bed last night she’d felt safe, but his complete indifference this morning had shaken her more than she’d realized. Her world had been shaken, and he hadn’t even deigned to mention it.
The squeeze of her bladder slowed her spiral; apparently sitting on the toilet had triggered a biological response in addition to her tears. A cool wave of urgency washed over her as she pulled her panties- still wet with her dad’s cum- down. Her chastity belt was very much in the way, but she could clean herself up after. She was just about to grant herself release when she remembered her protocol.
She fumbled for her phone, squeezing her legs together to interrupt her instincts. She texted her dad, asking permission to use the washroom.
When she received no response, her distracted (and increasingly frantic) brain remembered the other piece of protocol- permission wasn’t granted without consequence. She pulled her breasts out of her dress, squeezing them together to snap a photo. She sent the nude to her dad, and finally earned a reply of “Good girl. You may.”
She sighed in relief as her stream splashed around her chastity belt.
Once she had cleaned herself up and emerged from the washroom, class was long over. Her classmate Evan was waiting for her in the hallway. “Are you okay Ellie? You kind of rushed out of class, and were gone for a while. I took notes at the end, you can borrow them if you want,” he said kindly.
Ellie flushed in embarrassment as she searched for a plausible lie- it wasn’t like she could tell him that she fled to the washroom to cry about her slave training at the hands of her father, and then sent him a nude so she could pee. “Thanks, Evan. I just wasn’t feeling well, needed a minute,” she said vaguely- not a total lie.
“Ah, that sucks. Do you need anything? Anything I can do?” he asked. Ellie finally met his eyes, really considering him for the first time. He was about her height, with sandy blonde hair and the kindest eyes. His square jaw somewhat opposed a slight pout in his lips. If Ellie hadn’t been so distracted this term, she would’ve realized much earlier that Evan was really good looking. She had benefited from his kindness and attention often, and realized that even this quick interaction made her feel more relaxed.
“Do you want to get a coffee?” Ellie asked on a whim. She knew that she was supposed to come straight home after class. She would pay dearly for the delay, but she wasn’t yet ready to face her dad and his nonchalance. Plus, if yesterday had taught her anything it was that he would use his belt on her no matter what, so she’d might as well earn it.
By the time their coffee was finished her face hurt from laughing, and she couldn’t remember the last time that had been true. Ellie had tracked six touches with Evan that she would have to disclose to her dad- linking arms on the way to the cafe, his hand on her back as she entered the door, two grazes of their knees under the table, a tuck of her hair behind her ear.
Oh, and a kiss.
Perhaps she should’ve seen it coming, and perhaps she should’ve stopped it- but she was too lost in carefree connection to bother. Evan’s kiss was tender, tentative, and sweet- very different from her father’s possessive mouth. He’d kissed her after they walked to her car, promising to text her that night. She let a cloud carry her to the driver’s seat, floating on a promise of flirtation until the car’s stereo brought her crashing down to reality.
“I have no needs. I have no wants. I belong to Daddy,” it said. Of course nothing could happen with Evan; if he only knew that her father touched her naked body every night- that she sometimes wanted him to- Evan would never look at her again. Ellie shook the clouds out of her head, clamped her nipples, and headed home to face her dad.
Down the Rabbit Hole 