Author's note: This is a story about a father introducing his 18-year-old daughter to a lifestyle of female sexual submission. There are strong incest and female submission/male superiority themes -- only read on if you are interested in those subjects. And please remember that this is a fantasy: Nobody is pretending this is a good way for parents to act with their child. All that being said, I hope you enjoy! Please rate and review: Leaving a comment, even a short one, is always the best way to let authors know you appreciate their stories.
Eric gestured for his daughter to sit on the couch opposite him. They were in the familiar living room of their comfortable suburban home, but he could tell by her body language as she settled onto the sofa that she was a little unnerved. Jacqueline -- Jackie to her friends, Jax at home -- had just turned 18 yesterday, and when she came downstairs for breakfast this morning, Eric told her that it was time they had an important chat. He didn't know what she expected him to tell her, but he felt certain that she would not be expecting this.
"Did you have a nice birthday yesterday honey?"
"Oh yes Daddy," she answered, flashing white teeth in her classic winning smile. She was wearing what she wore to sleep -- a pair of short athletic shorts and an oversized T-shirt. Soft protrusions at the tips of her breasts made it clear she wasn't wearing a bra. "That dinner you took us to was amazing, then I went to the party at Caroline's. I was the guest of honor, with cake and everything. It was really fun."
Eric smiled at the mention of her oldest friend, who like Jax had grown into a beautiful young woman. Befitting their all-American, cheerleader looks, Jax and Caroline were good girls, at least as far as he knew. They did their homework, didn't break curfew, never got into trouble. Jax was staying local for college -- USC, her childhood dream -- and Caroline was going up north to UC-Davis. They had been inseparable since elementary school, playing on the same soccer teams, studying after school, going to the mall and the movies. Eric wondered how his daughter would handle being separated when college started.
"That's nice honey. I'm glad you had a good time. It's such a big birthday. I can't believe you're 18 now. Do you feel any different now that you're an 'adult'?" He curled exaggerated air quotes on the last word.
Jax laughed, flashing those pearly whites. Her long blonde hair shimmered in the morning sunlight pouring in through the big bay windows. "Oh Daddy, no I'm still your little girl," she said. "It is weird to think that I could, like, vote now, though. I guess maybe there is a little more responsibility."
Eric's heart swelled. She really had grown into an amazing young woman. That only made him more excited for what he had actually sat her down to discuss.
"I think that word responsibility is a perfect segue for what I wanted to talk to you about," he said. Watching her closely, he saw her fidget slightly, shifting one long tanned leg underneath her bottom, curling up in a slightly defensive position. "I have felt a responsibility to you for the past 18 years that you'll never truly understand until you have kids of your own. It's all-consuming, but it's the most rewarding thing in the world."
She smiled back at him warmly. "I know Daddy. I mean, I know I don't really know, but I know how much you've done for me."
"That's right honey," he said. "And I'm not trying to make you feel guilty. That's the last thing I want, because I'd do it all again in a second: the long nights at the office, the conference calls pulling me away from dinner, the boring parties with partners at the firm. I'd do it all again to give you this life that we've been so lucky to have together."
She smiled in acknowledgment, and he continued.
"But you're an adult now, and that comes with responsibilities of its own. And I don't mean like voting or getting a car or anything like that. I mean responsibilities to me."
Jax didn't respond. She seemed a little confused, but she looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes. He let the silence hang for a moment. He had thought about this conversation for weeks, laying out his approach in his head time and time again, trying to work around potential pitfalls, making sure to present his perspective in the best possible light. Because it is a beautiful, almost sacred thing, even if it might seem strange.
"Have you noticed that your mother is a little more, let's say, respectful to me then your friends' moms are to their husbands?"
Jax looked a little surprised. "I, uh, I guess so?" She craned her neck to look through the open doorway into the next room.
"It's OK," Eric said. "I sent your mother to the store this morning. She knows I'm having this conversation with you and I decided it would be best to just be the two of us."
"Oh OK," Jax said. "Well yeah, I guess now that I think about it, even Caroline's parents sometimes fight in front of me when I'm over there for dinner. And you guys pretty much never fight."
Eric nodded. "That's true. And it's not that we always agree on everything. We just have our own way of handling those disagreements. Think back for a second. Have you ever seen your mother argue with me in public? Have you seen her raise her voice to me?"
Jax shook her head thoughtfully. "No, you're right. I've never seen her do that."
"Exactly," Eric said. "And you never met your mom's parents, but you remember Grandpop and Grandma. We were both raised in the same kind of traditional, conservative families, where the roles are basically set in stone based on gender. The man is the head of the household and provider, the woman is in charge of the home, that kind of thing."
Jax nodded. "I remember how Grandma used to take Grandpop's shoes off whenever he came home. And he would always order for her at restaurants. They were so old fashioned!" She chuckled at the memory.
Eric smiled, too, but he didn't want to get derailed in nostalgia. He had more to say. "And we're still pretty traditional in a lot of ways, but we left a good chunk of that old-fashioned stuff in the past when we were raising you. It just didn't fit with the modern world we wanted you to grow up in."
From the outside looking in he knew he and his wife Cassie looked traditional. He was a high-ranking corporate lawyer, she was a stay-at-home mom. White picket fence. Two-car garage. Country club membership. The whole American dream in Orange County.
He went on: "But between the two of us, within the confines of our partnership, we still live in those old roles to a degree." Here comes the big drop. No turning back now. "Actually, it's to a quite large degree. It might be easiest to understand like this: As the man of the house, I decide. And as a woman of the house, she obeys."
He paused, letting that sink in. His heart was pounding with adrenaline, but he was careful not to reveal any sign of inner turmoil in his face or body. It was absolutely crucial that he be unimpeachable, completely in control at this moment.
"She obeys you?" Jax repeated slowly. "You mean, like, she has to do whatever you say?"
"Basically, yes," Eric said, working to keep his tone casual and conversational. "She can always voice her opinion, but at the end of the day, the final decisions rest with me, and she's OK with that. Actually, she's more than OK with that; it was her idea. She wants it. Handing over the reins to me makes her... content. It gives her peace of mind."
Jax was looking at him steadily, nodding slightly. She had scooted her leg out from under her, and was leaning slightly forward, body language that Eric found encouraging. He was excited by how this was playing out, but he didn't want to get ahead of himself. There was so much left to cover.
"OK, I think that makes sense," Jax said, looking thoughtfully up at the ceiling. "It kind of explains a lot now that I think about it. I can think of a lot of times where it seemed like you two were on the verge of a real fight, but it never boiled over into one."
"That's right," Eric said. "And I don't take her submission to me lightly. It's actually a huge responsibility that I take very seriously. Do you know that word, submission?"
