Princess takes control

Part 1

Time to tease and test daddy. Mum was out and dad was in the front room beginning to watch a football game that he had been looking forward to. I was putting the finishing touches to my make-up. Dressed in black and dressed to kill. Tight top, short skirt. This would be fun.

As I walked into the front room I could see daddy on the sofa watching the football. I stood behind him. "Daddy, I want you to take me shopping."

"OK, sweetie, as soon as the football finishes."

I walked to the front and stood beside the television. He looked at me and I could see his reaction. He wanted to watch the football but he couldn't keep his eyes from me. "Daddy, I want to go shopping now." He tried to put up some token resistance. "Princess, this is a game that I have been looking forward to."

"You're being a naughty daddy. You know you want to take me shopping to buy some sexy lingerie and outfits. If you turn the football off now, daddy, I'll show you the sexy black bra I'm wearing." I look at the bulge growing in his trousers and he sees me looking. "Don't say such things, princess, I'm your father."

"Last chance, daddy, titties or football, you choose."

There was no contest. He switched ofd up my top to reveal my sexy black bra. His bulge grew bigger. I could see he was aroused and ashamed at the same time. I wanted to take it further. "Do you like my titties, daddy"

I could see him squirm and struggle unable to take his eyes off them. I cupped them and pushed them upwards to tease him further. "Are princess's titties better than mummy's" I said in my baby voice.

"Baby, please don't talk like that."

"Tell me, daddy, say it and I might let you see my sexy nipples."

He was trapped. There was no escape. "Yes, princess, your titties are better then mummy's."

"Daddy, dear oh dear, what would mummy say if she heard you say that. You're so naughty. Anyway if you're a good daddy and spoil me today I'll let you see my titties."

I pulled down my top, walked over to daddy and gave his cock a squeeze through the trousers. "You are so hard, daddy, but I think our shopping expedition will make you even harder." I laughed. He couldn't resist me but he looked so sheepish and ashamed.

Part 2

Such power over daddy. And the fun wasn't over. Soon there would not be anything I couldn't make daddy do or not do. Such a thought made me feel moist between my legs.

"Daddy, before we go shopping, I want you to take your underpants off and then put your trousers back on." He looked at me shocked.

"Princess. Stop this now. I'm not going to do that. This has gone too far."

"I'm going upstairs just now daddy to get my bag ready, when I come down I expect to see your underpants on the floor and your trousers back on."

"That won't be happening, sweetie."

Little did daddy know that I had to go upstairs to ensure that when I returned he would no longer have any say.

As expected when I returned his underpants were not on the floor. He looked at me defiantly.

"You've been bad, daddy. Now even after you have bought me lots of things you won't be getting to see my titties or my nipples and we know how much you want to. Don't we, daddy?"

"That's enough of this talk. I should never have done what i did."

"Too late, daddy." I lifted my Ipod and played back his words "Yes, princess,your titties are better than mummy's"

The shock on his face.....I could feel my panties getting damper.

He was angry. "Give me that Ipod. Delete it now."

"Daddy I could delete it but I have copied it onto my PC and uploaded it to a website. That's why I needed to go upstairs."

"But why would you do that? You don't want mummy to hear that. You don't want me to get into trouble. I don't understand."

He was defeated. I felt a little sorry for him but the surge of power was overwhelming. I went across to where he stood. I unfastened his trousers. He made no attempt to interfere. His trousers dropped to the floor. "Ok, daddy, don't be frightened. Mummy doesn't need to know that you like my titties better than hers. If you're an obedient daddy then nothing bad will happen. Now take off your underpants. I need to be able to see and feel your cock when I try on clothes or look at clothes. Your cock is going to tell me how sexy each item is. It will be like a barometer."

He didn't seem amused. I put my hand in his pants and clasped his cock. It immediately began to harden and with it I could see that his arousal was getting the better of his fear. I began to stroke it.

"You want to be a good daddy for your princess, don't you." His fear had gone, for the moment. "Yes, princess, I do." I stopped stroking. "Good little daddy." I stood back as he began to take his underpants off. This was going to be so much fun.

Part 3

We both got into the car. Daddy had been very quiet. As he sat down in the driver's seat I looked at his lap to see if there was any bulge. Without his underpants on there would be no hiding place for him. No sign of any bulge or movement. I would soon change that. I wondered what he was thinking. He was probably trying to figure out how he had got into this mess and what he could do to regain control of his life. I did feel a bit sorry for him but I knew deep-down that it was his own fault. Anyway, time to play.

"Daddy, I know that you love my titties but what do you think of my legs." I was sitting in the passenger seat and I crossed my legs so that my short black skirt moved further up revealing my legs in their thin black patterned tights. He tried not to look.

"I don't want to look, princess. None of this is right." As he spoke I was sure that I saw a twitch in the area of his crotch. I wanted to see more than a twitch.

"Don't start driving yet, daddy. Look at my legs and tell me if they are sexier than mummy's." My words made him sigh. He continued to be defiant. "Stop this now".

"Daddy, sometimes you can be such a bore." I took my phone from my bag and began to press buttons. "What are you doing?" Now he looked very worried.

"I'm phoning mummy and she's going to hear your voice telling her that her titties are not as good as mine." My phone wasn't capable of actually doing that, or if it was I didn't know how to set it up but it didn't matter.

"No, please don't do that. I'll look at your legs. Please stop." He was desperate now. I think he had now realised that I wasn't bluffing although of course I was. But I wanted him to be certain that he had lost his power to me.

"Hi mum. It's me........No fine, nothing's wrong." I looked at daddy and smiled. His eyes were wide with fear and he clasped his hands as if praying for mercy.

"It's just to let you know that daddy is taking me into town.

"Yes.....he was watching football but he gave up on it.............I was surprised too. Maybe he's going off football."

Mummy and I both laughed. "OK, speak to you later."

I put the phone back in my bag. Daddy let out a large sigh of relief. "Thank you, princess. Thank you."

"Now be a good daddy and look at my legs." He didn't hesitate. As he looked I ran my hands up and down my legs. I could see his trouser begin to bulge.

"You have beautiful legs, princess."

"Are they better than mummy's?"

Yes, princess." I could hear the shame in his voice.

"Say it daddy."

"Your legs are better than mummy's"

"Well done, daddy. You can drive now." he started up the car and our journey began but I wasn't finished with him yet. "Do you like my titties better than my legs?"

He kept his eyes on the road but I could see his bulge grow bigger.

"Looks like the barometer is working. Let's see how good it is." Daddy remained silent. "I'm going to say the word 'titties' and then the word 'legs' and I'll see which gets the stronger reaction." I could see that daddy wanted to tell me to stop but now he knew better. "Titties" There was a clear reaction. "Legs". Not such a reaction. "looks like you're a breast man, daddy. You'll enjoy helping me choose bras." I could see his cock twitch at the word bras. This was so much fun. He continued to be silent as he attempted to concentrate on his driving. As he stopped at traffic lights I thought it would be safe to continue. "Daddy, how often do you wank?" His face showed shock but there was a tent in his trousers. "Do you think of me when you wank?"

"It's ok daddy, you can think about those questions as you drive. We'll talk about them when we have a coffee break during the shopping."

It felt so good to have such power. His masturbation habits weren't the only matter I wanted to discuss. Daddy's life would never be the same again but he would have nothing to complain about, after all he was fortunate that I took any interest in him.

Part 4 

The shopping went well, that is, it went well for me. For daddy the shopping wasn't so much fun. Not only was he spending money but he had some embarrassing moments. I had taken him to Ann Summers, which I think was an embarrassment in itself for him but when I made him look at bras and panties and touch them he was mortified but knew that he had to do as he was told. Each time I presented an item for his examination I looked down at his crotch and gave his bulge a feel to measure the reaction. I was treating him like an instrument, a tool (if you forgive the pun) and only his cock seemed to be enjoying it. The first time I made him stroke some silky bra and panties I asked him what he thought and as he shamefully began to reply, I put my fingers to his lips and said "shhh, daddy, I'm not talking to you, i'm talking to him" and I reached down and felt his cock. After that he knew to remain silent as I sought the opinion of his willing cock. So humiliating for him but so amusing for me.

Now we both sat at a cafeteria table with shopping bags spread around us. I looked at him attempting to display my superiority and it seemed to have the desired effect, his eyes dropped downwards in a submissive gesture. "Ok daddy, time to talk, but before we talk about your wanking let's deal with money matters." He looked up at me in surprise. "Daddy i want to make sure that you spoil your little princess but I also want to make sure that we balance the books, so.....I want you to produce a list of monthly income and expenditure all itemized for me. then i want you to produce a list of things that you spend money on. Because from now on daddy, anytime you want to spend money on yourself you need to ask me. I mean any money. So for example, if you want to go out to Costa you need to ask me first. I'm sure if we look for ways of saving there will be plenty of money for you to spoil your little princess whore." I paused to wait for his reaction. His response was predictable "But there isn't spare money and I shouldn't have to ask you to decide what I spend money on."

"Daddy, you are such a dinosaur. Don't you realise that things have changed. I'm in charge now. I won't take money from essential spending only luxury items, luxuries that you don't need. After all princess is giving you lots of pleasure and I'm sure you want to reward her, don't you daddy?"

"But mummy will find out."

"No, daddy, I'm sure you are clever enough to find a way of making sure I get what i want without mummy finding out. I want you to re-think some of the things you spend money on and see if you can make changes but remember from now on you must ask princess if you want to spend any money. Is that clear?" I could see daddy was reluctant to answer. "Daddy when I ask you a question I expect an answer. Take out your cock."

"What!!" he looked at me shocked. "You will have your cock out for the remainder of our conversation and I can make things even more humiliating for you if you aren't more co-operative in answering me." He continued to hesitate. I spoke slowly and firmly making sure he knew I meant business. "Take your fucking cock out now or I will be phoning mummy and there will be no second chance." I saw him reluctantly reach below the table and fumble. I stretched my foot across to his lap to check his cock was on display. "That's better, daddy, you need to learn to be more obedient. Now, let's deal with your wanking habits".

"Princess, someone might see it under the table."

"Shut the fuck up or I'll make you stand up." He was silent. "I want to know how often you wank, where you wank and what you think about. From now on there will be no wanking without my permission." He looked at me in shock. "Start talking daddy or I am going to kick you where it hurts"

Such power. I so wanted to play with myself.

"I don't masturbate" he began. "Oh daddy, you really are such a liar. Try again."

Part 5

"Stroke it now, daddy." He looked at me in amazement. "Stroke it until you cum."

"But someone might see me, princess." Such fear in his face. It pleased me that he was still putting up resistance because it was going to be fun breaking him and moulding him into my little daddy slave."daddy, you didn't tell me the truth, so now you can show me how you wank."

"OK, I'll tell you the truth but don't make me stroke."

"Too late daddy. Start stroking. I might let you stop before you cum."

His hand slid down under the table and I could see the movement of his arm indicating that he had started."

"Keep stroking and start talking."

"I sometimes masturbate ."

"Daddy, daddy, you need to do better than that. Where, when, how, what do you think about?"

"Sometimes in bed, sometimes when I'm alone". This was agony for him but it was very pleasurable for me. "How do you do it?"

"I stroke it like I'm doing now or sometimes I rub it against something."

"Daddy, you are such a dog. What do you hump?"

His face was red, he was struggling to reply honestly. "The bed. I hump the bed."

"What do you think about when you hump or stroke."

"Lots of different things."

"Ok, you can stop stroking now. That's better daddy. When you hand me the accounts I asked for, you can also hand me a detailed description of three of your favourite fantasies when wanking. Oh....and from now on you say wanking or jerking off, not masturbating. Understood?"

He looked downwards. "Yes, princess."

"From now on when you want to play with yourself, including humping, you must seek my permission first. I will tell you where you will wank, for how long and what you are permitted to fantasize about. Is that clear?"

"Princess, how can you control what I think."

"Daddy, by the time I have finished with you, the click of my fingers will make you cum."

He shook his head.

"You will not initiate any sexual activity with mummy unless you have sought my permission, but if she wants your attention, then you will pleasure her to orgasm but you yourself must not cum. I'm sure you can think of all sorts of excuse not to cum. If you do pleasure mummy then you must report the details to me."

Watching daddy's face as he listened to all my rules was such a delight.

"You will rarely be allowed to cum but it will only happen when you are in my presence. Any 'accidents' must be reported to me."

"Baby, don't you think you're going too far with all this?

I ignored his comment. "From now on I want you to wear sexy panties under your trousers."

"I can't do that. Mummy would see."

"You can change out of them when you go to the toilet before going to bed. If at anytime, I put my hand down your trousers and I don't feel any panties you will be in trouble."

"Princess, please....this is ridiculous. And I don't have panties."

"Well, let's do some more shopping now. I'm sure a nice young shop assistant will be able to advise you on the best size."

I could see the terror in his eyes. "Please, princess, can you not buy them for me?"

"Daddy, I'll be with you watching and advising but you can do all the choosing and talking."

He let out a large sigh. I could see his torment and his realisation that there was no escape.

Part 6

 Poor daddy. He had already suffered the embarrassment of helping me to shop while his cock was on display through his trousers, now I was helping him to choose very feminine panties for himself and continuing to use his cock as a barometer. Again I caused him major embarrassments by holding up the panties and inviting him to feel them while other customers were close by. I made sure that he had a variety: Lacy, silky, pink, black, red and White. Much to his shock I told him the white panties would be for the night I took his virginity. I don't think he was sure what to make of that remark but I knew that one day I would fuck his ass with a strap-on but there was so much more to do before then. When we got back to the car I made him unzip his trousers. I put my hand inside and I felt his cock through the pink silk panties I had made him take to a public toilet to put on. "Daddy must feel better now that he has his pants back on.

 More normal, daddy, eh?" I laughed.

Daddy said nothing

"Daddy, have you lost your sense of humour?" I began rubbing my hand up and down the shaft of his cock but always through the panties. I wanted him to get used to the feel of female panties. He was beginning to gasp and moan. I stopped stroking. He sighed. "Please don't stop, Kayla."

"Ok, horny daddy, but I'll only stroke while you tell me all the new rules and commands I have given you". He started immediately. "I have to provide you with detailed accounts...." As he spoke I resumed stroking. Listening to daddy telling me he had to ask permission to wank or to initiate sex with mummy made me feel so wet. I realised that, as yet, daddy had not given me any physical pleasure and I began to wonder the best way to break the final taboo. I got wetter as I thought of all the ways I could use daddy for my pleasure. Now I needed to finger myself. I stopped stroking daddy. "That was good, daddy. Well remembered. Start driving and keep your eyes on the road. Don't dare look in my direction." I pulled his cock out so that I could see it as we drove. Then I put my right hand into my panties and began to pleasure myself. Daddy didn't look but he could hear me and I could see the effect it was having on his cock. I brought myself to orgasm while imagining his cock inside me. It felt so good and I knew it wouldn't be long before I would actually be riding it.

Part 7

As my breathing became louder and I approached orgasm I could see daddy's cock twitch and I could hear him making little groaning noises. As I came I could see him take one hand off the driving wheel and move towards his cock. He was obviously desperate to touch it. "Put your hand back on the driving wheel. Don't dare touch your cock. And anyway, it's dangerous to drive one hand on the wheel. You don't want to cause an accident while princess is in the car." Daddy said nothing but his cock began to twitch. How wonderful cocks are. They are so helpful in revealing what men are really thinking and feeling. No matter how cool a man might be acting if you see his bulge you know that you are in control. Poor daddy. With his cock on display he knew that he couldn't pretend that he didn't have the hots for me. I couldn't resist teasing him further. It was so much fun.

He parked the car in our driveway and then reached down to put his cock away.

"Tut, tut, daddy. You are a slow learner. You need to ask me if you can put your little clittie away." His cock twitched. I just realised that I had called his cock a little clittie. I hadn't intended to say that but now that I had said it I realised that those words had aroused daddy. Oh my God, could daddy be a true submissive. Wow, this was going to be even more fun than I could have imagined.

"Daddy, my fingers are all wet and sticky. Could you lick them clean for me?" Again, I saw his cock twitch.

Finally, he spoke. "Kayla, please,can we stop this game. I am your father. This is not right."

He looked at me very seriously and very fatherly. I smiled. "Daddy, look at your cock. It's hard. You know why it's hard. Now keep looking at it as I ask again." He only glanced at it. "Daddy, do as you are fucking told or you'll be stepping out of this car with your stiffie for all the neighbours to see." Again his cock twitched. But he looked downwards. "Don't take your eyes away from it. Do you want to lick my wet and sticky fingers. Do you want to taste your darling daughter's pussy juice?" His cock twitched and stiffened as if it wanted to keep fully erect. "See daddy, your cock doesn't lie. You should listen more to your cock before you speak in future." I stretched my right hand to his lips. "Kayla, someone might see."

"That's ok, daddy, I don't mind." I pushed my fingers between his lips and he began to lick. "Good boy. Good doggie. Lick them clean." he licked and I could see how excited he was getting. he seemed to forget his fear. I took my fingers away before he had finished. "OK, daddy, my turn to lick now." I bent down and grasped his cock with my wet fingers. "Do you want Kayla to lick it  like a lollipop, daddy.?" I could see that he was getting over-excited and I had to be careful. I didn't want him to cum but I did want to hear him beg.

He gasped "Yes, Kalya, please lick it." I continued to stroke him, very slowly with minimum contact. His cock tried to hump my hand. He was at the edge. I moved my mouth closer. "Beg again, daddy, but tell me what you want me to lick."

"Please, Kalya, lick my cock."

I stopped stroking. I sat upright. Daddy let out this loud groan of frustration. "You are so disgusting, daddy. You wanted me to lick your cock. You wanted to put your cock inside your daughter's mouth.." My words were bringing him even closer. He reached down to jerk it. He only neeeded a touch and he would cum. I grabbed his hand. "Don't you dare touch it, you pervert. You disgust me. You want to shoot your load while thinking about my wet lips around your cock and my tongue running up and down your shaft.."

"Oh God, please, Kayla, please let me touch it. I need to cum."

 He was now thrusting his cock in the hope that it would touch against something but it was thrusting into fresh air. (Well, perhaps, not so fresh. there was a definite smell of pussy juice.)

"Please, Kayla, I'll do anything."

"Oh daddy, you can be so silly. You will do anything for me anyway. And you need to earn your cummies. Let's face it daddy, you are a pervert, a dirty old man." Then I lifted up my Iphone and replayed his words "Please, Kayla, lick my cock."

His cock began to soften. He looked shocked and very afraid. "Do you think mummy would be more upset by you saying that my titties are better than hers or you begging me to lick your cock.?"

He didn't reply. "I asked you a question, daddy, I expect an answer." He spoke without looking at me, head bowed, clearly broken and ashamed. "I don't know. She would be shocked and angry about both."

"So, it's important, daddy that she never hears what you have said. It's our secret. Don't look so sad. Your baby won't ever tell mummy unless you are very bad. You won't be bad, daddy, will you?"

This time he looked at me. "No, Kayla, I won't be bad."

"Good, daddy, you can put your cock back in your girlie panties now. It's gone soft so it should be easy to put it away."

He put his cock back in his trousers and opened the car door. "Daddy, remember everything I have told you. No playing with your clittie and I expect the two reports I wanted as soon as possible."

"Yes, princess." he said sulkily.

"Hmmm, I think when we are alone you should call me Mistress. Save princess and baby for company."

"OK." he replied without any enthusiasm.

"Try again, daddy. Manners."

"Yes, Mistress."