Daddy in Control

Coming out of his study he sees Megan watching TV. "Hi Sweety. What are you watching?"

While he's waiting for her reply, it takes a little bit because she seems to be preoccupied with something, he goes into the kitchen and gets a drink.

Of course, he has a pretty good idea what she's doing, especially considering her flushed face and her posture. She's more than likely playing with herself. Though she will probably try to hide that fact, unfortunately.
 
Megan

I quickly pull my wet fingers from under my skirt.

A blush fills my face. My throat is too dry to respond. I just sit there and stare at the TV screen.

Daddy walks on into the kitchen. This gives me a little time to compose myself.

What am I doing? Masturbating right here in the Living Room?!?! What in the world has gotten into me?!?!?!

Daddy re-enters the room.

"Hi, Daddy. I thought I'd watch one of the Batman movies. But I'm getting sort of bored with it. Is there something we could do together?"
 
"Sure Sweety, What'd you have in mind?"

He walked forther into the room and Sat down across from her.
 
Megan

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe we could watch a movie together. Or play a game. Or just talk."

My pulse is racing. I can tell my face is flushed. I'm hot. I hope I'm not coming down with something.

"What would you like to do, Daddy?"
 
"Lets Watch a movie." He grabs a movie from the shelf, not really looking at which one and puts it into the VCR, after taking out Batman Returns. While he's putting that tape away he smiled. "That Catwoman is really something, isn't she."

He starts the new movie and sits down in his chair. He pays more attention to his little girl than to the movie though. Watching her squirm while she tries to hide her arousal.

After the movie is over, he yawns and stretches. "OK sweety, I'm going to bed now. DOn't stay up too late." He smiles and walks up the stairs and out of site.
 
Megan

As soon as Daddy has gone to bed I pull up my skirt and begin to finger my pussy, I am so horny, I can't help it. I don't know why. I came earlier in my bedroom, but I need more.

It feels so good to rub my hot, wet pussy.

"MMMMmmm!!! OOOOhhh!!! AAAaaahhh!!! YESSS!!!"

So good!!
 
((Sorry about the Delay, I've had the flu for a few days and couldn't get on to post.))

He waits upstairs for his daughter to go to bed. He would need to 'abduct' her once again, and it would be easier if he suprised her in bed. Clorophorm would have to do, and if she woke up, there was a chance that subconsiously her previous experience would shine through a bit, and she wouldn't fight as much. But that was more wishful thinking than anything.

So far, things had gone incredibly well. He couldn't have wished for a more positive result from her first session. He could only imagine what this second session would accomplish.

He heard her walk up the stairs and simply waited, to give her time to fall alseep. An hour after she went into her room, he came out of his own. Again dressed as the abductor, he crept silently down the hall of the large house. Turning the knob of her door slowly, he opened it just a crack to look inside.
 
Megan

After my masturbation session, I am tired. I go upstairs to bed. I don't see any light in Daddy's room, so I go to my room without my regular goodnight kiss.

I fall asleep almost as soon as my head hits the pillows. But my sleep isn't peaceful. It is filled with dreams, sexual dreams. I dream of being fucked by Batman while Catwoman forces my head between her legs and makes me eat her pussy.
Then I dream of modelling some very sexy ligerie for a group of men who are masturbating as they watch me on the runway. And then I begin to masturbate for them, as they watch.

Lastly I have a dream of being tied up, unable to move, as a whole group of people tease and torture my naked body.

That dream is interupted as a hand slides across my face. I try to scream, but no sound escapes. I try to struggle, but my whole body grows heavy. My vision blurs and goes black. And then I remember nothing!
 
After she is sedated and unconsious, he again brings her down the garage and into the car. The trip to his lab is rather short, so she wouldn't have a chance to wake up in the mean time.

He carries her limp body into the windowless room once again, and sets her up in the chair. Hooking her up the the system takes longer this time, since the conditioning will be on a more mental level, and the reward/punishment must reflect her thoughts and feelings, ratehr than a visual stimulus.

Naked as before, with an IV dripping a mild sedative slowly into her blood stream, he slides a soft rubber cap with many electrodes on the inside and wires on the outside over her head. It is light, so she more than likely wouldn't feel it in her groggy state, once the procedure begins. The cap would monitor her brain waves in a general sense. It wouldn't be able to tell whether she was thinking about one thing over another, but it can tell the difference between acceptance and resistance.

The same reward punishment system would be used as before, sexual pleasure as a reward and discomfort as punishment. The screen was still there, and this time, the still pictures would be skipped in favour of video. It would show women pleasuring themselves, or fucking, usually in the privacy of a home, but in all cases, there would be at least one person not engaged in the sex acts that would be around, either arriving in the middle, or there the entire time. Everyone in the videos would act as though it were normal.

Even the women simply playing with themselves. They would be lounging on the couch or in similar circumstances, masturbating, and completely at ease with other people around, even watching.

He checked his watch and smiled. The sedative was not strong enough to keep her unconsious, merely groggy, and she would be coming to in a moment. He started the Video, and athe same time, sound came out of hidden speakers in the head rest. Both the audio from what she waswatching, and reassuring messages that It was ok to indulge herself in the privacy of her own home, and such.
 
I awaken to find myself bound. I'm back in this place.

Back?! When was I here before?! I don't remember, but I know I was here! Here in this chair! I vaguely remember likeing this chair.

I see the video images of women masturbating. And they are doing it with people watching them. That isn't right.

I feel a mild pain, a mild nausea. Why would I ever have liked this chair?!

It does look exciting, those women playing with their pussies openly like that.

WOW!!! a tingling, a very pleasurable tingling in my pussy!! THAT is why I like this chair!

But who is behind this?! Why am I here?!
 
He's suprised to see her fight her away through the sedative to reach full wakefulness, her strength of will, and probably her arousal, burning away the chemical's effects. He turns a dial on the IV a bit to increase the flow of the drip into her bloodstream. Afterall, he didn't want her to be too awake.

This session would be pretty straight forward, she would watch the video and listen to the audio, while being punished or rewarded by the chair. He wasn't going to ask her for anything, since he could o this every night if need be. He intended on keeping her here for the next day and night as well, and merely pretned as if nothing had happened, and she had gone to sleep and woken up the next morning.
 
The video images change to women fucking while being watched. So odd. But so exciting. Do women really do this?! Apparently so. These women do. And I like it. I like watching it. My pussy is wet. And hot. And the chair feels good. It makes me feel good.

I watch scene after scene, getting wetter and wetter, until my cunt jusic is flowing out of me and all over the chair. In my mind I imagine it is flowing down and making a puddle on the floor. The though excites me more.

Maybe my captor will walk in and see it and know how turned on I am. What will he do? Will he let me masturbate while he watches? That would be fun.

Or will he try to fuck me? I don't know if I am ready for that.

UUgghh! There's that nausea again. I like sex! I want sex! There, the pleasure is back! Soooooooooo good!! I'm gonna cream!!!

I moan loudly, as my cunt stiffens, my clit throbs, and I CUM!!!
 
He watched her as she squirmed sluggishly in her chair. The sedative dullng her movements and her mind enough that she doesn't even appear to be fighting. Though what was going on in her mind was anotherstory. He looked atthe monitor displaying the readings from teh cap and nodded. He sees....

--Sometime Later--

She wakes up well into the afternoon, sprawled naked overtop her rumpled and sweaty sheets. He had wanted it to appear that she had slept fitfully in her bed, and he did a rather nice job at least to his eyes.
 
What a strange dream!

I wonder what time it is. The sun is up and bright.

I look at the clock. It says 4:24. That can't be right!

I get up and begin to look for Daddy.

I don't even bother to put on any clothes. Nudity is natural!

"Daddy, are you home?"
 
As his daughter was getting out of bed, he was swimming laps in their indoor heated swimming pool. The slightly warm water parted as he cut through the with his stroke. He was swimming laps, so once he reached one side he planted his feet on the wall and thrust back in the other direction. Because of his activity, he couldn't hear his daughter calling him, though he was making enough noise that she would be able to hear him nearby.
 
"Daddy, where are you?!" I begin to scream, getting worried, and a little scared. Something odd was going on, but I'm not sure what. Why had I slept so late? And what was the reason for such odd and sexual dreams?!

"DADDY!!!"

Suddenly I hear someone in the pool. It must be Daddy. It has to be Daddy!

I run downstairs and rush to the poolside, my body covered with a cold sweat.

"Daddy, oh Daddy, what's happening?!?!"
 
When Megan came barging into the pool room, naked and sweating no less, he stopped and looked at her. She was practically frantic.

Pulling himself out of the pool he walked over to her quickly and hugged her. "What is it sweety? What's the matter?"

She explained about her worries about sleeping late and her dreams and he listened intently. When she was done, he kised her forehead and smiled. "Honey, we just got home from vacation, a vacation that you probably didn't get as much sleep as you normally do, so your body is just catching up. It's nothing to worry about."

With his hand on her shoulders, he holds her at arms length so he could look in her eyes. "As for the dreams, you are a grown woman who is coming into her sexuality. They're just dreams, and they can't hurt you. OK honey?"
 
Megan looks into her father's eyes. She feels safe and secure. When he holds her she feels loved. Once again, all is right with her world.

"I just got disoriented, I guess. And when I couldn't find you, I got scared. Childish of me. I'm okay now.

"Those dreams were really wild. But they were just dreams, like you said."

Megan hugs her father tightly, then pulls away.

"I think I'll join you for a swim if you don't mind."
 
He chuckled. "Why would I mind? After all, this is as much your home as mine. You can use the pool anytime you want to." He smiled warmly at his daughter, the young girl he wasslowly turning into a slut. "You must have been shaken up, you usually never ask if you can swim like that. Not since I started letting you swim without adult supervision a few years back."

He chuckled again and went back to the stairway into the pool and walked in slowly. Ther was a slight bulge to the front of his trunks.
 
Megan, being an excellent swimmer, simply dived into the pool. Swimming was second nature to her. She had noticed that her father was wearing swimming trunks, while she was naked. While this seemed odd, she didn't think much about it. Swimming nude felt so right, so natural.

Swimming helped her clear her mind. The troubling dreams were left behind, as she swam laps in the warm comforting waters.

She swam up beside her father and tagged his arm, shouting, "Your IT!"

Megan quickly knifed through the water and out of her father's reach. Now she would show what a great swimmer she had become, as he sought to "tag" her back.
 
He laughed and started after her. As they played tag he tried to subtly grope and feel her up, under the guise of 'tagging' her. It was at least an hour later before they get out, dripping wet and exhausted. He laughed and hugged her. "That was fun Megan, time for dinner?"
 
Megan enjoyed the game of tag. She especially enjoyed Daddy's exploring hands. It felt so good for him to touch her in those special, secret places. She wondered if he realized what he was doing. And the effect it was having on her. By the time they finished playing her nipples were erect and her pussy was wet. And not from the pool water. As they got out of the pool she noticed a very large bulge in the fron of his swimming trunks. Did Daddy notice her staring?

"Yes, Daddy, I am getting hungry. What are we going to do for dinner?"
 
"How about we order some pizza?" He asked as he walked over to the towels and threw one to her then picked up one for himself. He had indeed noticed her staring, as well as her aroused state, he smiled to himself.
 
As she toweled herself off, she noticed how obvious her arrousal must be. Her nipples were nearly a quarter inch long. And hard. And her pussy lips were swollen. Daddy probably did notice. What did he think of his daughter being in such a state?

Well, she had told him a little about the dreams. And he had said she was of an age where such dreams, such thoughts were natural. And it was natural. Perfectly natural.

But, maybe she should cover up. At least a little.

"Pizza sounds great, but I ought to put on some clothes first."

Megan wrapped the towel around her body and began to walk upstairs.
 
"Alright Sweety. I'll go order the food when I finish up here." He watched her go and smiled again, clothes were only a minor concern to her it seemed, which was good.

He dried off and slipped on a t-shirt before he walked into the kitchen to grab the phone. Dialing quickly he ordered the pizza and hung up. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed two bottles of beer.

When Megan came down again he passed one of the bottles to her. "Here. I figure you're adult enough. Unless you don't want it? I'm not trying to force you."
 
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