Previously with Daddy's help, Sara discovered her inner Domme... and now that she's caught Daddy taking his gay lover from behind, she can't help but touch herself while watching. When they catch her, she offers to dominate them again...
This is the sequel to Annabel Bastione's hottest femdom/PI title, My Daughter the Domme.
All characters over 18.
[Contains menage, femdom, whipping, ball gags, bdsm, gay sex, explicit sex and humiliation.]
I cocked one eyebrow, "It's not just this incident, but for the past few days that I noticed, you don't seem at all enthusiastic with your sex life."
Daddy looked at me, his jaw dropped. I had a gut feeling that I hit the nail on the head.
"Why, Daddy?" I leant forward, my loose collared shirt revealing my plunging neckline.
Daddy's face turned even redder and he struggled to find the words. I could tell from his eyes he was severely distracted by what he saw.
"It's me isn't it? Even since I whipped you and rode you like a donkey around the attic last week you haven't been the same, even Uncle Bryan can tell there's something different about you."
My Daddy's cheeks grew redder and redder as he tried to find a way to weasel out of this.
"Daddy, I know what we did was very enjoyable, but Uncle Bryan loves you too... you can ask him to dominate you if you want. I knew from that day you had unleashed your submissive side..." I continued.
"No..." Daddy spoke at last.
"Uncle Bryan could never dominate as well as you, he also loved what we did, the three of us together. The few days ever since that incident we were never really into it when he had sex. He may not show it as obviously as me, but I know he's wishing you'd wear that sexy black leather outfit your mother left you and whip us again," my Daddy explained at last, his eyes looking down at the ground in shame.
I smiled. Who knew they wanted to do something like that again?
"Hmmm..." I wondered out loud, lips pursed, hand to my chin.
"Well... it was fun for me too after all..." my voice trailed off.
I had to admit, I got off on the power when dominating the both of them, especially Daddy. For most of the time when Mommy was still alive, Daddy was always the disciplinarian of the family. My real dad left me when I was born and I only had Daddy to look up to as a role model. Still, I abhorred his frequent punishments, becoming even naughtier just to spite him. Now that I found out his secret submissive side, I simply could not lose this chance to take revenge on all those years of unhappiness he inflicted on me.
Daddy looked at me, his eyes shone with a glimmer of hope, the same piece of hope that I had given him.
"Alright, I suppose we could always do this again." I said at last.
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Published February 4, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.