Like Daddy Kims Tale Pt 01

Note:

This story is pure fiction about a step-daughter who is introduced into the world of submission and domination by her daddy and her college lecturer who is also a dominatrix. She is a willing participant and quickly falls into her role. If you find it a bit 'far-fetched', you may be right; it is fantasy after all. Suspend your belief and enjoy the story. The characters are similar in background to my other, connected, tale of the trainee Sam, in 'Like daddy, like daughter', suggesting that Mistress Dee is a clever manipulator and recruiter who knows what she wants, and how to get it.

Chapter one

Kim learns something new about her daddy.

I live alone with my step-father in a nice detached house with a big garden secluded by a high wall in a small town out in the country. He worked in finance and was so successful in the far east that he burned himself out a couple of years ago when he was in his mid-thirties. That was around the time that my mum died and I was in my last year of boarding school. It was a bad year for us all, and daddy, as I call him, decided to retire from the rat race and now just potters on the internet, making a decent living off his investments. I turned eighteen and took a year out after school and we grieved together until we found that we get on really well together so when I was offered a place in our local college, I took it up so that I could continue living at home and I would be there to support him, and he me. He is very open and relaxed about most topics and, fortunately as things turned out, he has encouraged me to talk about sex without embarrassment.

One hot weekend last summer, not long before I started college, I was sunbathing in the garden in my skimpiest bikini when daddy turned up and asked me to help him trim some trees. One of them had a branch that he wanted to cut back but it was quite high. He needed me to hold the ladder. It was a lovely hot day and he was dressed only in a pair of shorts. We went into the deepest part of the garden with lots of trees growing there and he leaned his ladder on the trunk of one. Telling me to hold onto the ladder while he climbed up with the saw to deal with the branch. He climbed up till the back of his knees were about the height of my head, held the branch with one hand and started sawing with the other. I don't really know what came over me, but purely out of mischief I reached up with both hands, grabbed hold of his elasticated shorts and pulled them right down to his ankles. How was I to know he wasn't wearing any underwear! I let out a stifled shriek of mirth and he gave a loud gasp. Stuck as he was up the ladder with both hands occupied there was nothing he could do to protect his modesty from my gaze.

'Daddy. I'm sorry. I didn't know you weren't wearing anything under your shorts.' I told him, but actually, I was taking an interest in the state of his ass. There were many lines across it with faded bruising.

'That wasn't very funny, Kim. And I can't get down the ladder with my legs tied up in the shorts. You're going to have to pull them back up for me -- or,' he paused, 'take them off altogether. What will you do?' he asked me, looking down on me challengingly.

'Well, daddy, I've seen your ass now, so I reckon I'll just pull them off. How about that?' He lifted one leg and then the other without a word as I untangled him from his shorts. 'Are you going to finish sawing that branch?' I asked him, 'You're nearly through anyway.'

'You like watching me working away naked, do you?' he responded and a moment later the branch parted company from its tree and fell to the ground. Daddy climbed down and I stepped back to give him space. When he reached the ground, he held his hand out backwards for me to return his shorts, not turning around, but I hadn't finished playing my game.

'You have to ask me nicely, daddy. Otherwise I can't give you back your clothes.' I taunted him.

'Give me my shorts right now, young lady, or I'll give you a spanking!' was his response to that.

'Oh, daddy. First of all, that wasn't asking nicely, and secondly, from what I've just seen, and from what I am looking at right now, it seems maybe you are the one who gets the spankings around here.' There, I said it. 'I'll give them back if you tell me what happened to your ass, but you have to turn around and face me, put your hands behind your head and promise you will tell me everything.' I was being quite nasty, I guess, but I really wanted to know about those stripes on his ass, and I also wanted to see if he would show me his dick. I hadn't forgotten the websites he seemed to like so much and wondered if he would obey me. We had never done anything like this before, and other than some quick glimpses of him, I hadn't really seen him naked before.

There was surprisingly little resistance. Daddy slowly turned around and faced me. He raised his arms and placed his hands behind his neck and stood looking at me. In fact, his eyes were roaming all over my body, checking out my barely covered 36'C tits and, my micro-bikini which I later realized had pulled itself right into my pussy lips when I was holding the ladder and disappeared into them. My cunt was almost fully exposed. I returned his look, but not for long, as I allowed my eyes to be drawn downwards to his cock. I didn't know men shaved down there, but he was as clean as a whistle. Completely shaved, and as I watched, his cock began to twitch into life, slowly filling out and up, his foreskin peeling back as he grew a full blown erection which then started thumping with the beat of his heart. It was quite a show, and the first time I had ever properly seen his cock, certainly like this. I confess, I liked what I saw, but I now had to continue my role.

'You may beg for your shorts back, daddy. You could put them on too if you wanted to cover your hard-on, but it would be nicer if you didn't. I rather like seeing you naked.' I challenged him.

'Please give me back my shorts, Kim. I promise to tell you how I got those marks on my ass if you give them back. I'll tell you tonight, after dinner. I'll put the ladder away while you go back to the house. You can give me my shorts there if you want to see more of me naked in the garden.' Oh, goodie, he was playing my game very well.

This is the age of the computer after all, and it isn't easy to hide which websites people look at late at night. I had found some very interesting sites that daddy seemed to home into. Dominatrix, black leather, caning, slaves in bondage, Mistress tortures slave -- these were his favourites, and as I had been doing some research on sub/dom relationships of late, although I had no practical experience at all, this was working out pretty well for me so far. I was developing an interest in adopting the dome role. One of the themes I had picked up on was that in order to be a good Domme, you should know how it is to be the Sub too. Oh well, let's hear what he has to tell me.

Steak and salad, and a delicious Chianti for dinner. I think he was trying to make me mellow.

Having lived in the far east for a few years when I was younger, daddy had taken to wearing a sarong at home in the evening. We went to his office where there is a comfortable sofa and easy chairs. Relaxing with a glass of wine, I invited daddy to reveal his secrets. We had had quite an open relationship, discussing sex and stuff a little bit, more so since we lost my mum, so it seemed fine to be talking like this. I looked upon him as much a friend as my step-dad and called him daddy more out of habit than anything else. He's only 17 years older than me after all.

'Your mother and I were quite adventurous, Kim, and we liked to experiment with our sex lives. Once in Japan, we went to a BDSM club and found ourselves serving a very delightful dominatrix who really knew her ropes, so to speak. It's an amazing feeling, giving up all control and having to obey the commands you are given or face punishment. Especially for me, working in the demanding, macho money world. This woman introduced us both into the world of sexual submission, and we both loved it. Bondage, whipping, nasty, pain-inducing little gadgets, obedience, the cane!'

'So you were both submissive? How did that work?' I wanted to know.

'We learned as we experienced more and often visited Mistresses as a submissive couple. I never felt I would be comfortable serving a Master. At home we took turns playing the sub and the dom roles. I don't want to upset you, Kim, with such memories of your mother, so if this isn't your thing, we can just drop it here and now.' Dear daddy, protecting my mum, even after she is gone.

'No, daddy. It isn't a problem. I'm nineteen years old now and I really am interested in this. I've been having feelings for some time now that I would like to experiment a bit. You know I don't have a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, so I have a lot to be curious about!' I reassured him. 'I actually got a bit of a thrill when I pulled your shorts down today and found you were naked beneath. It got better when you stood in front of me and let your cock get hard, mainly because I thought it might. You see, daddy, I've been spying on your website hits recently, and I guessed you would be into this. I think you are more sub than dom, am I right?'

Daddy shifted in his sarong a bit and looked a bit sheepish. 'You are right, darling girl, I enjoy both roles, but given the choice, I find I am usually the slave, rather than the master. Your mother on the other hand took up both sides of the equation equally -- she loved to give herself up to her mistress and willingly took some seriously testing treatment sometimes, but she was also a hard and cruel mistress who loved to test her slave's limits. I was often on the receiving end of her vivid imagination.'

'So was Mum a bit of a lesbian too, if she was such a willing slave to other women?' I asked.

'She wasn't a lesbian, far from it, but I guess she had no objection to playing mistress or slave to women. I suppose it was more about the submit or dominate thing than the sex of the person she was playing with. She had no reservations about making other women and girls worship her body with their mouth, just as she was perfectly prepared to perform any act she was commanded to by a mistress. It's not all about whips and canes; the tongue and the brain come into it quite a lot too, you know.'

This was a revelation. I formed a mental picture of my mum eating the pussy of some leather-clad mistress and found myself getting quite turned on. I formed another picture of myself doing the same, and felt that familiar churning in my own pussy. 'Okay, so are you going to tell me about those marks I saw on your ass? What made those, or should I ask, who made those?'

Daddy looked into the distance, as if remembering where he had been. 'I promised to tell you everything, Kim, so I will. Make of it what you like. After your mother left us, I didn't have any inkling to find a new partner, but after a while, I knew that I still needed to submit to someone for sexual pleasure. I checked the internet and looked for interesting people and although I met a few ladies and we tried a few games together, nothing really worked for me. Then one day I learned of a lady who lives quite close to us here who takes clients at weekends. Actually she is a lecturer at a local college during the week and a Disciplinarian at the weekend. She goes by the name of Mistress Dee.'

I went over and topped up daddy's glass. I wanted him to keep talking. 'Carry on, daddy. Did you meet this lady?'

'I certainly did, Kim. I found her phone number and called to make an appointment with her. She sounded very nice, and told me to come to her house the following Saturday afternoon. She would give me a one-hour appointment. She gave me two commands: I had to shave off all my pubic hair, and I was not to be late.'

'Ah. This was well over a year ago and I see you still keep yourself shaved.' I observed. Daddy nodded. 'Yes, Kim. I am still one of her regular clients.'

'She lives in a house not too different from our own, with a high wall and big garden. I arrived in good time and rang her bell at the exact moment. A clock in her hallway chimes the hour, so I knew her clock and mine were in sync. A young woman opened the door and ushered me in. She was dressed in a PVC mini skirt and waistcoat, and little else it seemed. Her name was Samantha, she told me. She explained that she was Mistress Dee's assistant for the day before leading me to a door at the end of the hallway. This leads down to the cellars, which are large, like ours here, running throughout the floor plan of the ground floor above, so there are many rooms. I was taken to what could be described as a punishment chamber or a dungeon, with dark red wallpaper and black paint, fully furnished with all sorts of furniture and the walls dripping with whips and chains, shelves with countless instruments and devices. It really is one of the best equipped dominatrix dungeons I have ever seen. The young lady told me to remove all of my clothing, while she watched, and then she secured me to a cross on the wall with my arms and legs strapped wide apart. It's called a Saint Andrew's Cross. I waited for the mistress to appear.'

'Oh, daddy. You got naked and tied up even before meeting the mistress. The assistant must have enjoyed herself. I'd have loved to have been a fly on the wall.' I was getting quite turned on by daddy's story.

'This mistress almost always has a young assistant, or trainee, helping her during her sessions. I didn't have to wait long to meet her. Mistress Dee appeared through a doorway I hadn't noticed before and approached me. She is about mid-thirties, like me, five foot nine or ten, with lovely black hair and a stern expression on her face. She was in a black leather bra, with silver studs, and a calf length leather skirt with a slit all the way up one side. I knew at once that I was in the right place. Then, she took a seat and interviewed me about my experience, my wishes, my limits -- encouraging me to confess every detail of what I wanted her to do with me and, to be fair, what I didn't want her to do. As you might imagine, I was extremely nervous, being strapped there naked and vulnerable, being watched by her assistant too, but she made everything seem so normal that I soon grew in confidence with her. I was trying hard not to get an erection but when she asked me if I wanted to be caned, it just jumped to attention and it wouldn't go down.'

'Yes, daddy, and I can see your sarong isn't helping to control it now, either!' I laughed, looking at the tent he had put up whilst telling his story.

'So, she interviewed you, and then gave you what you needed and asked for? I'm guessing you liked it, and went back for more.'

'That's right, darling. She is an excellent disciplinarian. She knows just how far she can take you, pushing but never breaking your limits, and leaves you completely satisfied at the end of a session, yet strangely, craving more almost as soon as you get home, and it is just a matter of time till you are calling for another appointment, in the hope that she will take you a little bit further next time. What you saw today is the result of my last visit to Mistress Dee's dungeons which was about three weeks ago. Added to all the previous instruments of torture and flogging, she gave me 48 strokes of the cane. You've seen that my skin hasn't yet lost its marks. It was quite a severe caning.'

'I'm really enjoying hearing all this, daddy. I'm finding it pretty much a massive turn on too. I wish I could have seen your ass the moment you got home!' I told him. 'Maybe I have a bit of the mistress in me, don't you think?'

'Well, you know, if you are anything like your mother, I have no doubt at all that you would make a great dominatrix. You have the looks and the body for it. But, as for seeing the results of my caning, that would only be fair if I got to see yours too.' he teased me. 'I'd like to see your ass after it's taken a caning. It's part of the deal, you know. To give, you must also be prepared to receive! I wonder if you don't deserve a caning for pulling my shorts off today and making me expose my erection to you. You do know your bikini did nothing to hide your own nakedness, don't you? I couldn't prevent myself getting a hard-on, looking at you like that.'

I nearly came into the sofa when he said that. My god. What's happening to me? I know I'd been doing my research and always thinking of playing the dominant one, but his words about me taking a caning myself suddenly gave my pussy a lurch. All this talk was making me exceedingly horny.

'Yes, daddy. I think I might like that. Suddenly, I am very curious and keen to try this world of yours. Maybe I should take a caning, but I think I would also like to learn how to give one. How can I get to do that?'

Daddy looked at me with a wry smile. 'Like mother, like daughter!' he said. 'I can think of only two options here. The first one is that you let me be your Master and allow me to introduce you into the world of submission. I could put you into bondage and give you punishments until you have a little experience, then you could learn how to play the domme on me.'

'I'm not sure about that, daddy, even though I trust you, it might be a bit embarrassing having you do all sorts of things like that to me. What's your other thought?'

Daddy shrugged and carried on. I think he was a bit disappointed, and by the state of the tent his sarong had become, I think he might have liked that option very much. 'My other thought is we could ask Mistress Dee if she would like to train you. As I said, she always has an assistant with her. You could learn with the expert. I'm sure she would enjoy training you, darling. She seems to like girls, especially beautiful ones, and you certainly fall into that category. If you found you enjoyed either or both roles, we could develop our own dungeon in our cellars here so you could practice.'

'Well, maybe you've got a deal, then, daddy. When is your next appointment with Mistress Dee? Do you think she would let me join you and teach me how to take a caning, as well as to give one? I don't think I could take an hour of it, but perhaps she could just give me an introduction during your time there?'

'Are you really sure, Kim? We aren't just chatting about theory and fantasy? Would you truly submit to another woman, to strip naked for her and beg her to cane you? That's what you would have to do, you know. And, one of her rules is, "when a caning is awarded, it is carried out to the full", so if you were to commit to her, there would be no backing out, no matter how much you cry and beg her to stop. In fact, if you did that, she would probably just gag you and cane you harder.'

Oh, my, god. I squirted into my pants. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom, daddy hopefully thinking I just needed to pee, but in truth I needed to rub my pussy so badly. It took me twenty minutes to recover my composure, wash up a bit, go and change into my nightie and return to daddy's office. He was at the computer, head down, composing an email.

'I am going to send Mistress Dee an email explaining our discussion and what has happened today. I won't send it tonight. Nobody should ever press 'send' after 7.00 in the evening, for anything, particularly after a glass or two of wine. It can bring disastrous consequences! I will ask you to read it and make any changes you might wish before we send it tomorrow after breakfast. Meanwhile, I think we should call it a night.' He looked up and seeing me in my nightie, smiled with pleasure, because I had chosen my most see-through one and wasn't wearing anything else. There was no doubt that he could see my 36C boobies with their large, dark brown, very long, stiff nipples, and the trimmed black hair at the junction of my thighs almost as clearly as if I were wearing nothing at all. Why not give him a thrill? He had given me one, and I was heading to bed to give myself another!