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Not My Daughter: Part 3

It had been a week since Dan had first confronted and collared his daughter. She was responding well to the mantra he'd forced her to listen to almost nonstop. She had become almost instantly obedient, no longer resisting his daily inspections. In fact she seemed to enjoy them more and more. Each time he probed her, clinically sliding his fingers in and out of her mouth, pussy and ass, he watched her nipples stiffen, felt her cunt get wet and her body tremble with ever greater excitement. He continued to deny her that pleasure though. As soon as he detected the telltale signs of a building climax, the racing of her pulse and the quickening of her breath, he'd pull back his hand and reattach the chastity belt. Then he'd have her clean herself from his fingers, before attaching her leash and leaving her alone for hours. Was it cruel? Maybe, but he was thoroughly enjoying the control he now had.  Today, Dan had spent the morning running back and forth across town. His first st...
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Not My Daughter: Part 2

  She had no idea how long her father had been gone. She had no idea when he might come back. All Tracey knew right now was that she wanted to be daddy's good girl...and to be his good girl she had to be his whore.   "...daddy's good girl...daddy's whore...daddy's good girl...daddy's whore...daddy's good girl..." The recording repeated over and over, and was quite effective. It consumed her. It made her mind fuzzy and her clit throb with excitement. Even the forced denial, the chastity belt that prevented her from scratching the growing itch that spread deep within her cunt, was its own form of excitement. It made her wet! It made her so wet that her pussy drool was starting to seep through the grate of the belt.  "...daddas goo glll...daddas whoo-..." she whispered.  Tracey's hand slipped between her legs and pawed at the chastity belt. She knew there was no chance of satisfaction, not until her father allowed it...if he would allow it. ...
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Not My Daughter

"No! Absolutely not!"  His face was crimson with anger, and droplets of spit sprayed with each shout. "There is no goddamn way I'm letting my daughter go out looking like THAT! I don't care how old you are, you are not walking around looking like some fucking WHORE!"  Dan's wife, Jeanne, had left a few weeks ago to care for her sick mother halfway across the country. That left him to maintain the household and deal with their daughter Tracey. It had been a constant battle, with Tracey acting out more and more in the weeks since her mother had left. She had gone from bratty to bitchy, mouthing off disrespectfully, neglecting her chores, and scoffing at the rules and expectations her parents had set for her. She'd been hanging out with new friends, now that she had started college, and from Dan had seen of them he didn't like them. They were bad influences! On top of all that, he'd been under a lot of stress at work. He was starting to feel lik...
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