Author’s Note & Trigger Warnings

This is the 6K+ words fifth chapter of the novella of the same name. Previous chapters alternate between BDSM and Fetish classifications. This story starts immediately upon the end of the previous chapter. Father and daughter in a divorce-rebound humiliatrix-slave relationship are testing their emotional limits as the triple risk of incest, dominance and submission, and non-consent of a different kind in each direction threatens to blow up on their faces. They love each other, but the daughter, who has the most wits of the two–her father is just a lust addled puppy dog by now–realizes maybe they are going too far, and have been doing it for too long. Yet she still plans another femdom lovers weekend with her father. A weekend that starts as their most romantic yet. But that she pivots 180 degrees towards the end to shock her father with an initiation by fire into cuckolding. Having gone well past the father’s limits, the couple have a close call with sexual-emotional tragedy, including near misses with psychological trauma and father-daughter rape. So dear reader, you are warned. I hope you chose to stay and enjoy the story. The following further all-cap warning only applies to a subset of Lit readers (a lot of whom live in the LW section and may have wandered here by mistake).

IF YOU BELONG TO THE ANGRY “BURN THAT BITCH AND HER WIMP” SCHOOL OF SEXUAL INFIDELITY, THIS STORY IS NOT FOR YOU, MOVE ON, AND READ SOMETHING ELSE.

Chapter 5

It took August some time to come down from her red hot state that night. How had her disgusting father managed to turn her into his private whore-Domme! The prick! All by exploiting her daughter love. Her pity for him. But August also knew the truth was a lot more nuanced than that. That there was more to it than that. Jonathan had never asked, even if he clearly had intensely hoped. Truth is she had offered. And she got used to it. More than that, she got hooked on it. In fact, she knew being her father’s private pro-Domme was not the real reason she suddenly turned angry. She had been giving her father all he ever dreamed of in a woman, and still she was no more than his secret mistress–lower case “m”. She was giving him more than Skylar ever did, and she had been his wife! The women that her father started dating, like Eve and Abby, they were potentially in the running for something big someday too!

And August realized she was being completely and absolutely ridiculous. That she needed to get her head on straight. That her father was not the only one that was getting his head fucked with this last few months. That she was getting her head fucked with too. By herself, thinking she indeed was some sort of Goddess that deserved her father’s unbounded lust. By her father, whose unbounded lust proved to her she was right. These past few months in fact something had changed in her carriage and confidence enough that all the boys and men around her seemed even more interested in her than they had ever been. And that was saying a lot. And it felt fantastic. Flattering to her feminine self-love. But the reality is no other admirer lusted after her more than her father did, and that made him special. And totally fucked up her grounding, her sense of reality. Truly, this could not go on forever. Both Jonathan and herself would have to get their head on straight, or the whole thing would blow up on their faces.

But not yet. Not quite yet. She could enjoy it a little more. Step up for her father a little more. And that was the last wondered she had before she fell, alone in their hotel bed, to sleep.

Jonathan meanwhile was still in a trance as August had those thoughts. He feared his daughter would not come down from her anger enough, that she would decide something rash overnight. And that made him restless. But he also still had the immediate problem at hand that he was intoxicated on her. On her feet. So as he leaned back on the chair of his SUV’s passenger seat trying to make himself comfortable. With her pair of athletic socks firmly in his hand, like a security blanket. He took deep longing sniffs off the socks all night. Even in his sleep. As he soothed and comforted himself as best he could.

In the morning August texted her father.

“Come back to the room for a shower and then breakfast.”

And.

“Thank you August.”

Replied her father. So he came, and while still tiptoeing around each other the father-daughter lovers held hands and kissed in the corner of the lips. And even if it was not quite peace, it was a truce at least.

They had a romantic breakfast. And Jonathan wondered August made the best girlfriend ever. Then they checked out, but did one more tourist attraction on their way back. Just as they were leaving the mountains and entering the piedmont, the area at the foot of the mountains where the landscape was still rolling hills, they stopped for a private romantic hot air balloon ride. And as they reached for the skies, with the mountains to the west, most of the piedmont to the east. Then the lowlands, the sea plains, further east. And beyond their sight, the sea, furthest east of all, August and Jonathan held hands, cuddled together, and looked to the horizon. Hoping to maybe see their future there. But though gorgeous, the landscape was utterly and completely silent on that regard.

*****

Over the next month August made plans for her next femdom lovers weekend escape with her father. And kept abreast of any dating progress he was making. He seemed to be on a good track, having got into the swing of it. Though things with Eve had fizzled, and things with Abby were uncertain, it did not matter. There were other candidates now. And given her own progressively conflicted feelings about other women in her father’s life, August was stepping back from her secret wing-woman role more and more. She was increasingly honest with herself she did not want a part of it. And as she had, for several months now, sacrificed her original and precious role as daughter, she felt like, screw the wing-woman too. For now, she was increasingly only one of two things to Jonathan: rebound vanilla girlfriend, or humiliatrix of his dreams. Even wondered they both had a sell by date on the packaging.

When she arrived that next father-daughter lovers Saturday, early at 8am in the morning, she told Jonathan.

“Jonathan. Suitcases in the car. Tic Toc!”

And.

“Yes August!

He replied. While she quickly took a couple of minutes to go to her father’s den by herself. And get a couple of bondage items from his BDSM gear case for their trip. Which she packed in a small duffel bag, and loaded onto the trunk, again by herself. Then she turned to her father to say.

“It is your turn to drive this time. It is a six hours drive north and I want to be fresh today. Understood?!”

And once again.

“Yes August!

Replied Jonathan. To which she replied.

“Be a good chauffeur and keep your eyes on the road. And your hands to yourself!”

Even as she made the demand difficult by, once they were on the road, taking of her shoes and socks. And resting her pretty little bare feet on the dash in front of her. Feet whose toenails, just like her finger nails, were polished midnight black like they had been a few months ago when Jonathan had paid a $2K new temptress look for her. Her hair, in fact, also had the highlights and waves she had ended up with that day. And that look had driven her father nuts with lust. And it did so again. And made his manhood try to stretch and weep in its cock-cage.

They finally made it there, when they crossed a majestic bridge that spanned over a wide river and into a city of grand grassy esplanades and stone and cement palaces and temples of the modern age. A bit like a new imperial Rome. Or a new royal Memphis, of ancient Egypt fame. But what most stood out to August, were the springtime flowering trees. In absolutely brilliant whites, violets and especially pinks. As they headed to their hotel in the oldest part of town. A part that felt like they had stepped back a couple of hundred years in time. There they checked in and left their stuff, including August’s toy bag, and left for a few hours of strolling around the city, teeming with other tourists.

August and Jonathan walked and visited a few key monuments. Went for the highlights of a couple of museums. All while holding hands and acting like love birds in full vanilla boyfriend/girlfriend mode. August savored every minute, while Jonathan, a little clueless why August had managed to string so many hours without a burn, stinger, put down or other humiliatrix cruelty was a getting a little nervous about it. Like it was gonna cost him, dearly, in the end. The calm before the storm. And indeed one thing that really surprised him was when, with the two of them standing in front of a colossal statue of a great national leader, August asked another tourist.

“Hello. Would you be so kind as to take a picture of us?”

And the fellow tourist replied.

“Of course!”

And as they proceeded to pose for the camera, August turned towards her father, wrapped her forearms around his neck, and standing on her toes…

… proceeded to plant on his lips one of the most romantic kisses a camera has ever captured!

Jonathan went wild! August’s lips were soft. Moist. Warm. And there was a love in them he was shocked to feel.

For months now August had teased him to within a small fraction of an inch of his sanity. But at all times, at all times, her vagina, and her lips, had remained off limits. The gifts of a Goddess he was not entitled to. He would never be entitled to. By now, Jonathan having long forgotten this woman was his daughter. And that maybe she had kept them off limits as the last bastion of defense against the guilt of incest. And that now maybe she had given up. Or something more sinister. Did not want to miss the moment before it was gone. The full lips on lips kiss, was the moment Jonathan was all in. And now the exquisite slim blonde in front of him was his emotional wife, even if not his legal one.

*****

After they returned to the hotel they proceeded to shower and dress up for a romantic evening together. August went first, and came out in a towel, that wrapped around her lithe figure gave her lover instant blue balls. But he managed to keep his eyes on their plan, and follow her time in the shower with his own. Only to find, when he also came out in a towel, that August had made up. Now she had the smoky eyes, the red glossy lips, the rosy cheeks she had ended up with that same day she had acquired the highlights and the midnight polish. But was otherwise seating, with a neatly folded pile of clothes on the side, cross legged like an elegant Goddess but stark naked on their hotel bed!

“August…”

“Jonathan.”

The called each other. The first breathy. The second more matter of fact.

“I want you to dress me today.”

Then added August.

Jonathan’s manhood came to as much life as it could in the cold, hard, steel cage he locked on himself, and August had kept him in, for all these months. And the sight of his daughter, and the idea of coming that close to her body, was almost too much for the middle aged man, as his heart threatened to jackhammer its way out of his chest.

Then August stood up, and Jonathan could truly admire her in all her glory! She was basically model like. 5’9″, and 125lbs or so. Long slim legged with a gap between her thighs that invited a man to lose himself in. A very upright tight torso, from her inviting pelvis, to her slim but feminine hips. Her slender curved waist, and her small perky breasts. That truly stood proud completely unsupported given their smaller size and her youth. Like those of a nubile teenager. An age which she was barely out of. She was Jonathan’s idea of the perfect bra size 34B, dress size 4. Her neck was slender and elegant. And in her face, her sapphire blue eyes peered between the dirty blonde waves that framed them.

August turned around then, and the sway of her hips in doing so all but made Jonathan faint. But picked up an item from the pile and turning to her father, she told him.

“Begin with these”

Handing her the black lace hipsters he had bought for her that day too!

“Yes… August.”

Answered her father, as he took a couple of reverential steps towards her. But then went on his knees the rest of the way of his own accord. Feeling it right given the Goddess in front of him. Taking the panties from his daughter.

“Can you…”

And Jonathan was about to say “lift a leg” before August did so of her own accord before he completed the sentence. Then she repeated with the other leg, leaving the panties around her ankles. And Jonathan proceeded to lift them slowly up his daughter’s legs, feeling every inch of her soft, fair skin as he did. When the exquisite lace hipsters reached her hips, Jonathan allowed himself a moment to hold on to his daughter’s exquisite hip bones. And he was in heaven.

“Now this.”

Said August handing Jonathan her bra. The black lace balconette that went with the panties.

Jonathan then stood up, and holding onto the bra, let his daughter slide one arm in each side. As he pulled the brassiere upwards, personally making sure the cups gently, reverentially embraced each one of her divine perky little breasts. His hands were about to catch fire, he felt. He admired the small orbs for a second, but then stepped around the Goddess to bring the two ends together, and latched them at the right position for his daughter.

He took a second to admire her now in nothing but her makeover, and the lingerie, before she said.

“The jeans.”

August said. And once again, those were the ultra-low rise going out skinny’s he had gifted her that day. Like, the panties, Jonathan got them in one foot at a time while he kneeled before August. And once they were past her feet, proceeded to lift the tight fitting jeans all the way up her body. Savoring her calves, knees, thighs, pelvis and hips as he did so. The way those jeans flattered her hips and pelvis was divine.

August then handed her father the top. This time silently, as he knew what to do. The white asymmetrical off-one-shoulder, half-crop that was part of the ensemble. And she lifted her arms as Jonathan threaded it through her arms and head, and let if gently and sultrily fall over the rest of her body. It draped over her perfect breasts like a spring morning mist. And it let the dark light of her black brassiere tease the eye through its slight translucency.

August then picked up the matching pair of high criss-crossing strappy stiletto sandals, and handed them to her father. Who took them, and going down on his knees before his Goddess again, slid them with devotion onto each of her feet as she lifted them for him. Since the straps were high and complex, it even took Jonathan a minute to adjust them around his daughters exquisite ankles, before buckling the final two ends together.

And finally August handed her father the black suede hip belt. One which had caused instant lust in her father. And as he had once seen another man do, but was not allowed to do himself, he wrapped it around his daughter’s hips. Buckled it on the right side of his daughters pelvis. And let the long end fall down her right thigh. Decorating all of that like the precious crown jewels that they were.

The look complete, Jonathan went down on his knees before his daughter. And he leaned forward to kiss his daughter’s exquisite theater shell pelvis, and she let him! She even held onto his head affectionately for an instant too, before lifting his chin towards her eyes, and instructing him.

“The feet too.”

And Jonathan went all the way prostate this time. His chest on the ground. His face barely off the ground, and planted one reverential kiss on the top of each his daughters strappy heels clad feet.

“Now get dressed.”

Then August told him. And her father struggled to get himself dressed with the worst case of blue balls he had experienced in his life. And that included the last few months with his daughter.

*****

After Jonathan had managed to get himself ready, father and daughter couple left for a French restaurant nearby. And a romantic dinner for two. They had fondue, a great sharing dish, together. And chocolate fondue, with strawberries, for desert. White German wine to accompany it. And a low lit candle to set the mood. As they were half way through, August reached for her father’s hands, and interlacing her fingers with his, told him.

“Jonathan, I need you to know that I love you. I truly do. I at all times have of course, but these past few months a new love has grown. Everything I do, is to give you what you need. I want you to know that, and never forget that.”

And her father, Jonathan, all but broke into tears.

“August. I love you in words I cannot even start to express.”

“I know.”

Is all that August said in response to that. And a few of her father’s tears did escape. August was doing a better job of holding it together. While Jonathan, totally disconnected from planet earth, the milky way galaxy even by now, wished he had a diamond ring in a little box in a pocket with him right about then.

After that the couple was in cloud nine. Though August was also full of trepidation, of anticipation, of what she knew she would do to the night in the next couple of hours.

They left for a dance club, which played pop beats with excellent bass lines to grove to. And served killer cocktails. Jonathan thought his date was easily the hottest one in the club. Though then again, he was long past being the most objective evaluator. She was certainly top decile. And at the night club they were at, that was saying something.

Though the city they were in did not have a reputation for being a party city. On the contrary, one for being a little stiff. Truth is where there is power, there is beauty. Powerful men, power brokers, always want to surround themselves with beautiful women. And enjoy the pleasures they can provide. So there were other exquisite women at the club. Yet August was nevertheless at or near the very top.

But Jonathan did not care about August’s relative ranking. He enjoyed having the woman in between his arms right where she was. Swaying her hips left and right. Turning around to sway her small, firm rear end against his caged manhood. Turning back around to rub one of her thighs in between his. Wrapping her forearms around his neck. It is like he was young again. He felt like he was young again. Closer to the age of the woman in between his arms. And he was being given a new chance in life. And though he did not know how that was possible, he was blissful about it.

A few songs in, the woman in between his arms told Jonathan.

“Jonathan. Can you get me something to drink? Ask the bartender what he recommends. And I’ll wait right here?”

And

“Of course August!”

Is what Jonathan replied. As he reluctantly left for the bar, leaving his date behind.

At the bar Jonathan had to justle for some space that allowed him to communicate with the bartender. Particularly because the loud music made it rather difficult. But moreover he had to justle for the bartender’s attention, and that was a little harder. As the one that was nearest to him seemed to be prioritizing the prettiest women. Or the men that had the looks of being regulars, or entitled assholes full of self-confidence. Jonathan was neither. So when he finally managed to get his attention, and get himself in the queue to be served, so to speak, he felt like fifteen minutes had passed. And that was too long to be away from his date.

When he did make it back to the dance floor, as he pushed his way past the crowd a drink in each hand, and managed to spot August, his heart all but stop. As August arms were wrapped around the neck of another man, and the man’s arms were wrapped around August’s waist. As they danced together grinding their hips and pelvis against each other.