Dad Reads My Filthy Diary Then Stretches My Holes
T. A. BEAU
Dad Reads My Filthy Diary Then Stretches My Holes
By T. A. BEAU
Description: There's no stopping the tidal wave of desire when I see my dad as the new dungeon master at Greed, the sex club I frequent. It's been two weeks since then and I'm desperate to have him. So, I left my journal at his house "accidentally," hoping he would read it and do something about it. I nearly gave up when he didn't make a move a few weeks later. But I shouldn't have been quick to disappointment. The minute the drugs take effect and I slump back in my chair, I know he is about to make my dreams come true. And when I wake up, my father shows me why he is a dungeon master. A DUBCON Dad/Daughter BDSM Erotica Short Story with bed restraints, dildo machine, ball gag, drugged (consensual), textured whip, toys, gapping (pussy) and breeding (nonconsensual).
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Published: 2024-11-01
Size: ≈ 3,659 Words
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A DUBCON Dad/Daughter BDSM Erotica Short Story with CNC, bed restraints, dildo machine, ball gag, drugged (consensual), textured whip, toys, gapping (pussy) and breeding (nonconsensual).
This is going to sound crazy, but the freakiest thing about me isn't the fact that I'm a brat with an overstimulation and free-use kink who visits sex dungeons once a week. I mean, it could be, depending on how deep into the kink scene you are.
But in my humble opinion, the freakiest thing about me is that I want my dad to fold me like a lawn chair.
Picture this: it's 9 pm on a Thursday, and I've just parked in front of Greed, the kinky club downtown with my favorite dungeon. I think I'd like some shibari bondage and knifeplay tonight, but I'll see how I feel when I get inside.
So imagine how I feel when I walk into the dungeon and find that there's a new dungeon master. One that's sitting on a throne in the middle of the room with two girls on a leash as they take turns sucking him off while he degrades them.
The new dungeon master is also my father, Oscar Lance.
Over the course of the night, I watch him fuck two bitches until they burst into tears but don’t use their safe words. And all I can think of was that it should've been me.
They don't deserve to have his cock. I do.
That night, I didn't get my shibari or knifeplay. All I wanted was Oscar, the man who practically created me.
I got home and fucked myself stupid with my dildo, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't what I needed. I know my journal hated to see me coming the next few days because, at any given time, I was writing about what else I wanted him to do to me.
Then, I cloned his phone so I'd know if he was talking to any new women. What did she have that I didn't? I'd follow them sometimes after the dates, and maybe I had a confrontation with one or two. Or five.
I knew I'd probably gone too far when I bugged his house so I could listen to him fuck other women and touch myself while he did, though. Even I can admit it's probably a little crazy.
Anyway, two weeks ago, my dad and I had dinner and I conveniently ‘forgot’ my journal on the kitchen counter. In the journal, I write about all the filthy ways I want my dad to ruin me. I want him to know and do something about it. There's no way he could ignore it, right? Right.