Author’s Note

This is the 8K+ words second chapter of the previously published father-daughter femdom tryst story of the same name, found in the BDSM category. The first sequence in this chapter follows immediately the end of the previous chapter. 40yo old divorced father and his 20yo independent daughter find she is able and eager to oblige his humiliatrix needs. In this slower burn chapter, the incestuous femdom couple go on a mall date. Where daughter subjects father to cock-teasing, humiliation, and denial largely in the form of fetish exploitation, shopping servitude, findom, and public humiliation. And in a final scene, fetishistic forced masturbation. If any of these themes are offensive to you, please do not read. On the other hand, if the female body and the things we adorn it with gets your juices flowing, this story might definitely be for you. I hope you enjoy.

Do Not Try This Alone: Chapter 2

That Saturday morning when August and Jonathan’s lives changed, August held her sobbing dad’s head against her pelvis for half an hour. Until he calmed down. As Jonathan kneeled naked, gaged, collared, and cock-caged before his daughter. A predicament that had been of his own making. As she stood resplendent in heels, skinny jeans and a fitted T before him.

August was not familiar with the terms. But following her unanticipated femdom humiliation tryst with her father she came to realize her father had quite an intense subspace. And had quite a hard subdrop. And she intuitively did what was the right thing for him. Gave him some tender loving care to bring him back to reality.

Once he was done weeping though, she still did not release him from his bondage. She turned his face towards her and spoke to him thus.

“Jonathan. Much of what I told you is true.”

“You need to work on yourself. Your body, your mind. Put yourself in a better place.”

“And you also need to get out there. Be open to somebody.”

“I expect you to work on yourself. Gym. Diet. Other things. I will be keeping track and demanding reports. Monitoring your progress.”

“I expect compliance and obedience. Is that understood?”

To which Jonathan, still on his knees before his daughter, nodded yes.

“Ok. I will be removing your ball-gag. But I do not want to hear any emotional or sexual entreaties from you. They will just bore me. And the ball-gag will go back on. Is that also understood?”

And again, Jonathan nodded yes to his daughter.

Upon which she removed his gag as promised.

Jonathan stretched his mouth a bit. Sore from several hours of bondage. And looked up at his exquisitely gorgeous daughter once again. He was shocked how susceptible he was to feminine manipulation. He had not planned or anticipated this. Neither had August. But once their accidental femdom tryst had started there was no stopping it. And for Jonathan there was no stopping seeing the woman that was his baby girl, as some ultra-desirable, viciously cruel humiliatrix that could wrap him around her little finger at will. Not least because, objectively, his daughter looked exactly how he liked his women. Slender, blonde, sexy, elegant. And not least because she clearly had a knack for relentlessly teasing, heartlessly humiliating, and ruthlessly denying, whether she knew it or not.

And as Jonathan held that wondered, August continued.

“Jonathan… and by the way, I need you to understand. When I call you “Jonathan” I expect no back talk. “Yes August” or “thank your August” are usually the only appropriate responses.”

“So, Jonathan, I will leave you in the collar through my visit this weekend. And moreover, I will leave you in that little-bird penis cage of yours indeterminately longer. Till I see fit, basically. It seems you need some motivation, and maybe the hope of your little bird swinging free can be that motivation for you.”

And Jonathan visibly winced at that. Never mind being in a collar for the next 24 hours or so, though that was humiliating. Being in a cock-cage for who knows how long? His daughter was not coming back for a month at least!

“In fact, Jonathan, I need you to surrender any additional copies of this key you may have.”

Ouch! Wondered Jonathan. My clever baby girl even wondered of that!

“Yes August.”

Replied Jonathan, seeing in his daughter more than a woman. Seeing an Empress he could fear. A Goddess he could worship. But expecting him to comply without delay she said.

“Chop, chop! Get going. And put some clothes on! August is done with you today. But do not forget your place.”

And with that, Jonathan felt August had dismissed him as her humiliation bitch. And even though the next 24 hours their dynamic would go in a little more ordinary direction, it could never be what it had been before. As Jonathan remained collared and in chastity. And his beautiful, lithe, blonde daughter remained mistress of his key.

*****

Over the next month August was true to her word. She demanded proof of gym enrollment. And commitment to a weight loss and fitness nutrition plan. But Jonathan did not see August, either daughter or humiliatrix, for all that time. And it was long enough to start to feel guilt, and confusion, over their complex relationship. There was August his baby girl. But there was also August the exquisite and vicious young svelte blonde. And lusting after the second felt a betrayal of the first. But he could not help it. And as the day of his next visit with his daughter came closer, his manhood came increasingly to life in the confines of the cold, hard, and small cage August left him in.

The moment that August let herself into her father’s house, her father was sitting in his living room, just waiting for her like a starstruck suitor. Like a lovesick puppy dog. Good thing August the humiliatrix was ready for him, his daughter wondered. And no sooner had August dropped her small case in the front hall, she turned to her father to say:

“Hello, Jonathan. Glad you are ready for me. Get your car keys and lets get going. We have an appointment at 1pm.”

Though secretly Jonathan was hoping this was the first August he was gonna see, he still was not quite used to it. And was taken aback by her curt authority. But his manhood stirred in his cage.

August was in a version of her sexy-stylish-casual school girl getups. Low rise boot cuts, a fitted white cold-shoulder turtleneck, and white high-heeled booties. And as usual, she stretched her getup, with every sway of her body, to maximum effect. It was not even something she was doing to taunt her admirer, but it certainly had that effect.

“Tick, tock. I am waiting!”

She snaped as she impatiently tapped one bootie clad foot, waiting for her father.

Jonathan did not delay however, and in no time had picked his wallet and car keys, and was letting his daughter out the door like a gentleman suitor.

Yet as soon as the father-daughter couple made their way to the driveway, to Jonathan’s large black luxury SUV, he was surprised when August again snaped at him.

“Keys. It is passenger seat for you today.”

And even though he was used to his daughter driving his car, the way she commandeered it like that made him wince. Yet he did as directed, even as he felt his manhood stir even more from August’s sass, and authority.

Indeed, he discovered a advantage of this arrangement was the he could ogle her on the way to whatever destination they had. Even as every passing minute the fact the young, svelte blonde besides him was his daughter, was further from his mind. He had all the time wished August’s mother had been a little more assertive like that. And now August the daughter was more than making up for it.

August meanwhile was going over her plan. She had actually spent some time thinking what experience would give her father the sort of catharsis she had inadvertently delivered upon him last time. And a plan had formed in her mind. She was gonna play on common stereotypes of middle aged men with young women. Of the former spending money to try to get into the latter’s panties. So she was gonna take her father on a mall date. And given the high erotic tension between them, let everybody think they were moneyed boyfriend and trophy girlfriend. With a twist, that is…

A twist that began as soon as she had parked her father’s black SUV in the mall’s parking lot. And upon closing the doors of the car, she turned to him and said.

“Jonathan, here, carry my bag. It is your responsibility. So you better not lose it, or get it dirty.”

“I want you to follow me. But I do not want to look at your face. You still disgust me, with that prank you pulled last time. So you will walk behind me. I also do not want to listen to you. I am still angry at you. So you will not talk to me or anybody else unless I say so. You are only here to help, watch, and pay. Understood?”

Jonathan just kept wincing at his baby girl’s curtness. But it reminded him of the cruel young Goddesses he found irresistible. So he also started leaking from his cage. And with downcast eyes he could not help saying.

“Yes, August.”

“Good.”

Said August. Who spun to lead him like a butler or house slave to a destination he did now. Till they got there, a few minutes before 1pm. And Jonathan saw the name of the establishment they were gonna enter.

Elizabeth’s Total Salon. Weddings, Photoshoots, Makeovers.

And Jonathan thought exactly what was the plan in here. As he did, Jonathan also reflected on the fact the mall they were in was not one of their usual malls. It was not one of a couple of the town’s mainstream malls. But rather the more upscale mall for the better off citizens of his town. A place where you found stores like this one. As well as many stylish clothing stores for the trophy wives of investment bankers, corporate attorneys, and heart surgeons. And a nervous shiver ran down his spine, as he followed August a few steps behind into the beauty salon.

“Hello! I am August and I have a one o’clock. Is it a good time?”

“Yes of course, August! Our girls are waiting for you!”

Said a chirpy woman of about thirty that manned the front desk.

“You come for the glamour package right? Hair, nails, makeup. That is a popular one, even if our most popular is the bride and bridesmaids package.”

And as the woman made chit chat with his daughter, Jonathan understood August had come for some sort of beauty makeover.

“And this gentleman is Mr August?”

“Yes, but never mind him. He comes to help, watch and pay. And he does as I tell him to.”

Jonathan winced at that. And felt deeply humiliated to be belittled in front of a total stranger. Even more as the woman noticed he was holding August’s bag. And that he clearly deferred to August.

“I understand…”

Said the woman as she clearly wondered he must be some sort of sexually cutoff paypig husband or boyfriend.

“Come in!”

She said, as she led August to the studio they did their work in. And Jonathan trailed after.

“Liz! Here is your 1pm. August.”

“Liz and a couple of our other girls will be helping you today.”

“Hello August! Nice to meet you.”

Said Liz who was another chirpy woman of about 40.

“And nice of you to come, Mr. August! We do not usually see husbands or boyfriends here. You can sit on one of those chairs over there.”

And Jonathan understood most men found coming along for something like this either too boring, or too emasculating. But here he was. Holding on to August’s bag. And he was about to speak for himself when August preempted him.

“Thank you Liz, but Jonathan wants to sit closer. Take some notes. Do you have any low stools where he can sit by my side?”

“Yes we do! But why does it have to be low? I guess it doesn’t matter. But yes he can use one of our footstools.”

And moving a footstool besides August, Liz smiled at Jonathan as she waited for him to sit down.

And turning red with shame for being treated as a boy or pet, he did as was expected of him. The young, slim, blonde’s bag, his daughter’s bag, still on his lap.

“Oh, hello, Tanya! This is August.”

“Tanya will be helping you with your nails. I’ll do your hair. Diana will come by in a bit and finish you up with the makeup. What can we do for you?”

Asked Liz of August. To which August replied.

“Hi Tanya. So, Liz, Tanya. I want a makeover. Like I am going on a very hot date. Some lighter blonde highlights. A little cut off the tips and blow dry to make my waves stand out. Some dark nail polish, glamorously vampish. And when Diana comes, some smoky eyes, red gloss, rosy cheeks. So that the whole makes me look like some dangerous temptress. Like a 200 year old vampire, or 2000 year old demon, in the body of a hot 20 year old girl no man wants to resist. Even if they know the pleasure ends with their death. Not overboard. I don’t want to look like I have been made up to star in a horror movie. Just a subtle elegant contemporary interpretation of that. Enough to suggest the idea.”

“Wow! I like that! That is one hot date!”

Said both Liz and Tanya. And Tanya added.

“Jonathan! You are one lucky man!”

Till August interjected.

“Jonathan gets to look. But he does not get to savor. Looking is all he needs. And helping. In fact, do you have a tray that Jonathan can hold while you work? To help out holding some things?”

And Liz and Tanya looked at each other. And smirked. And looking at Jonathan with just a little scorn Tanya said.

“Yes of course.”

And produced a tray for Jonathan to hold flat the next two hours.

Jonathan was astounded at the subtlety yet viciousness of his baby girl’s cruelty. Yet his penis throbbed and leaked in his cage. And he understood August knew it would. And was doing all this on purpose.

As Liz and Tanya got to work Jonathan felt like a fly in the wall. Ignored. He also felt like an eunuch as he held the tray that surprisingly both women were using in conjunction with a couple of carts to rest tools they were not currently using. All of this as he watched them cure August’s feet and hands. Laboriously paint streaks in her hair, one lock at a time. Paint each one of her nails, and let them dry. Trim her tresses. Blow dry them to gorgeous waves.

And while they did, they engaged in woman talk. Even talked about men. While Jonathan, unmentioned, felt like they were implying in their silence he was not a man. And indeed, he felt emasculated by his place. Which only got worse when Diana finally showed up. Liz and Tanya introduced Diana to August. And having neglected Jonathan, Diana took the cue he was to be ignored, and never even said hi to him.

August meanwhile was happy with how her makeover was turning out. And she could see her father’s pain and shame at his lowly status. She thought if his manhood leaked more, or shriveled, in a situation like this. And she had a bit of a sadistic satisfaction recalling her anger last month, and remembering she had the key to him. But she also hoped he was getting his psycho-sexual masochistic needs met.

Jonathan wondered not all the stages of hair and nail care were very glamorous. Cotton buds between the toes. Plastic wrapper on the locks of hair. But once August was past all that, and had begun the makeup part, he wondered the makeover was indeed coming along stunningly. By the minute she looked more and more like an otherworldly female being that was much more than a mere woman. Like she would lure him to a large satiny bed. Then pin him below her. Sprout fangs. And drain his blood with her mouth as she drained his semen with her vagina. It was getting even harder to think of her as his daughter. Even as that wondered all the time had a small space in the back of his mind.

And the process of beautifying her face was almost universally glamorous. How she batted her eyelashes to settle the deep black mascara. How she pouted her lips to settle her blood red gloss. And he felt a wet spot in his pants as his penis leaked from the show. And August caught on, and did a cruelty to him when in front of the other women she said.

“Jonathan. Are you ok? You need to go the bathroom? Seems like something might be a little sweaty down there.”

And Jonathan felt deep, intense shame. As the women looked at his crotch, and at each other.

But this particular torment was almost at an end. As August, stunning like a Goddess, was done. And ready to wrap up told her father.

“Jonathan. Go and pay now. While I say goodbye to the ladies.”

And being commanded to pay, Jonathan felt once again emasculated. Turns out it could have been much worse. But Jonathan was $500 poorer for it nevertheless.

*****

As August and Jonathan walked away from the beauty studio, Jonathan saw as more of the men ogled his daughter than had done so on the way in. They also looked at him, trying to find out what sort of man snagged such hottie. But when they saw him trailing her, carrying her bag, and another bag with some of the makeup August had been glamorized with, they sneered. Deciding he was simply some sort of shopping bitch, paypig, that was not getting any action. Which is exactly what he was. And even though everybody could see Jonathan was old enough to be August’s father, nobody seemed to recognize that he actually was her father. Perhaps they all though he was too much of a loser to possibly have such a stunning daughter.

August was happy with her makeover. And she could actually feel her father’s lust, and his humiliation, emanating from his body. Perhaps because she was his daughter, and was attuned to him. Which just some random bimbo would not be. She could feel that energy of exquisite agony like a heat wave coming from Jonathan. And even though she still felt guilty about hurting him, she still believed he needed it. And she was just obliging that need. But she returned to the task at hand as she got to the door of the next store in her planed route. Not talking to Jonathan and expecting him to follow she just went in.

And soon August was perusing going-out shoes of all kinds. Boots, booties, pumps, slingbacks and sandals. All of them killer heeled. Three or four inch stilettos. Most of them killer toed too. And all them leather, or suede, in black, white, red or natural browns like camel. She was determined to discover the fuck-miest fuck-me shoes she could discover, and was eager to check out the whole store if she had to.

Jonathan had all the time had a thing for sexy heels. And to him, this higher end sexy shoe store was a fetish paradise. He felt his penis flex in his chastity cage just looking at the shelves. And his newly made-over stunning date perusing them was like the sight of a Goddess in her heavenly shoe closet. But August was not content to just peruse. She wanted to try them out, and picked six from the scores for that purpose. She gave all of them to Jonathan, which was much more than he could carry, and said to him, curtly.

“Get an attendant and bring me all those in size eight.”

To which Jonathan meekly replied.

“Yes, August.”

When he found an attendant, a man about his age, he sneered at how ridiculous Jonathan looked trying to balance the six shoes in his hands. Then he searched the store with his eyes for Jonathan’s woman. And when he saw August smiling back at him, his eyebrows raised high.

“Sure thing.”

He told Jonathan with a little condescension. Somehow this middle aged man had pinned him as beta, maybe even gamma, in a nanosecond.

August then stared at her father across the store. And showily, for the whole store to see, curled her index finger at him in the universal sign of “come back here.”

Jonathan was continuously surprised at the sheer number of methods August was finding to belittle him this afternoon.

And as he returned to his Mistress like a summoned dog, she once again gestured him with her finger to go down. On the floor. Before her. Which, with throbbing testicles and leaking penis, Jonathan did.