by Writing Shark
You have a clarifying talk with Alice
The sun has already set as you lead Alice to a path that circles a small lake. Here you have proposed to your wife, imposed it on her, and here is a good place to also commit the first step of your daughter towards being your beloved property.
It is so easy that you can hardly believe it. The moment she fell around your neck, you had to pull yourself together not to pick her up and hold her against you. You really love her, as a father but also as the man who will control her for her own good. It’s such a good feeling and seeing your daughter walking proudly and happily beside you is something you’ve been working towards for years. Soon.
Alice is too absorbed in her happy world to read your thoughts on your face or notice the massive erection in your pants. Sometimes you had your doubts but the mixture of restraint, strictness and implied reward combined with her mother’s obedient and submissive behavior has brought Alice right to the point you wanted her to be and she even feels comfortable there. You have taken the first step tonight to call her your own and she is happy about it. She wants to please you, wants to obey you, wants to be rewarded by you. She does all this voluntarily. A good sign.
Now it’s just a matter of guiding her along the path at the end of which you will be waiting for her. The most dangerous step. You could force her, of course, but that would not only be too dangerous, it would be clumsy and tasteless. You want your daughter to get the idea on her own that you are the right one for her. She has to go these steps alone and you are, for the first time in your life, just a spectator. But it has to be done and you are already looking forward to the result.
While you circle the lake and the last remnants of orange sink behind the horizon, your daughter comes closer and closer to you in the dark. You can tell she doesn’t like being here. Women don’t like the dark. Good thing. You put your arm around her, a clear gesture, but not for Alice, who accepts it gratefully and raises her hand to yours.
“Thank you,” she murmurs. She would never contradict you or demand to turn around. You rule in her life and she is grateful for that.
“You’re welcome Muffin.”
“Dad?” You grumble. “Can I ask you for something?”
“Anything my darling.” You hug her tighter and literally feel her body tense.
“Even though I’m turning 20… I know you’re asking a lot and I’m happy to give it to you… but…” Perfect.
“You’ll stay my muffin darling, don’t worry. I’ll expect more and you’ll get more freedom, but you’ll always be my sweet little muffin.” And she relaxes again. So easy. “So,” you say encouragingly. “Shall I tell you about your duties?”
“Yes please” she beams and you have to pull yourself together not to shake your head impressed. “What do you think are the new things that will irritate me?” She even does the work for you and expects insecurities and worries. You don’t even have to plant these things in her beautiful head anymore.
“For example guys, honey” you explain.
“Oh I see” she does and giggles in relief. “You don’t have to worry about that.”
“You’re turning 20 honey. Every father worries about that.” You maybe a little more than other dads.
“Thank you… But…” She breaks off.
“Honey…” you gently remind her of your rules.
“It’s not that I don’t want to say it dad… It’s just…” Again she nibbles at her shirt with her free hand. “I don’t even know if guys are interested in me at all.” Then she freezes as you laugh out loud.
“Sorry muffin but that’s ridiculous.” You even wipe your face as your cock twitches at the idea of sinking into your daughter.
“Why?” The question is supposed to come across as defiant but your daughter doesn’t have that emotion with you and so you clearly hear the hopeful tone that betrays her true intentions. She wants to be praised, you understand that. She wants to be praised by you.
“Honey you are incredibly pretty. Everyone sees that. Anyone who doesn’t see that lives on the moon.” Alice giggles sweetly and innocently. You can hardly wait. Hellen won’t be able to walk for days when I’m done with her. “And you’re smart as hell. You’re funny and you’re always happy. Guys dig that.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Aren’t I a boy, too?” you smile. In the darkness you see her white teeth flashing
“You’re a man dad.” That’s it little girl!
“And as a man, I know what boys want. Trust me.” Then you lower your arm. At first Alice falters and tenses, not wanting to be left alone. Then you grab her hand with your fingers and enclose it in yours. “You need to know what a treasure you are Alice.” You call her by name and it has an effect.
“Yes father.”
“You need to know how you come across to boys. That’s why I want you to tell me everything. Never underestimate the stupid things boys can do if you don’t control them.”
“Control?” You nod.
“Boys are easy. And you have to be careful when you deal with them. They often don’t know what they’re doing, and it can be easy for you to fall in with the wrong one.”
“You don’t have to worry dad. I’m not going to get raped or anything. You made me too careful for that.” She wants to help you, but does it in a different way.
“It’s not that honey. Not just. It’s worse than that.”
“Worse than rape?” Alice can’t believe it.
“If someone hurt you I would destroy them and everything they hold dear in life,” you say, squeezing her hand tighter. You give her support and safety in the darkness while you talk about bad things. “I would take care of you and soon you would feel better. But what if you fall for a nice, harmless boy?” Secretly you know exactly what you’re talking about but your daughter doesn’t need to know about the things you do to be informed about her life.
“But harmless is good… isn’t it?” She instinctively knows you’re right, but can’t understand what you mean.
“No honey. Harmless is dangerous. A harmless boy can’t protect you from danger. He can’t assert himself, not in life, not at home, and certainly not on the job. He can’t provide for you when you need it.”
“I can go to work too dad” Alice says. She knows who I’m talking about. You know she’s going to tell you about him today. You have to try hard not to get angry. You’re a charming, caring father.
“What if you have kids? Or get sick? Then it is he who is responsible for you. Just like I’m taking care of you your whole life. I can’t do that if I’m nice and peaceful. Can I?”
“I guess so” she considers, knowing you won’t be satisfied with a vague answer. “Yeah.”
“Are you sure?” This is important. You don’t want her to just say what you want to hear. No lying refers to that, too. You’ve always raised your kids not to lie to you.
“Yeah, dad. The truth is better than a convenience.”
“That’s right Alice.”
“Thanks dad.” Then, “I know you mean well.” You want to say more, but you know it’s Alice who has to take the next step. The first step on the path alone. The way into your arms and into your bed. And Alice does it, willingly. “There’s this one boy…”
Writing Shark 