The dreams started shortly after you moved back in with your father during the summer between your Freshmen and Sophomore years at University. Looking back it was a very turbulent time so maybe it all made sense that you'd dream about your father that way. After all, when everything else was falling apart around you, he was the only one that was there to support you and help you no matter what. So maybe it was just innocent fantasies about a man that could be so perfect to you…

A lot was happening in your life leading up to that summer. Your parents had split up just before you went to your first semester of University. It had been rough for you losing your stable happy seeming home, but you had found a good groove at school, you had made friends. You had even found your first real boyfriend, of a sort, you're pretty sure now that he had always been homosexual and just tried to deny it by dating you. At the start of the school year things seemed good, except for where your relationship with your parents was concerned.

To hear your mom tell it, she had given everything she had to your family, she had sacrificed so much, especially fro you father. She had given all she was until she didn't have anything else to give. Now, she had to free herself and rediscover who she was in order to survive. Which you took as meaning she was sick of you and your father and she wanted to go and be a slutty little whore and be free of all accountability and responsibility, she didn't want anything to do with you or from you, unless it was to use you to get around college guys where she could act like she was half her age trying to flirt with all the boy at your school and act like she was your sister or something. She was a disgusting stupid hypocritical bitch.

Your father on the other hand had taken a second job to help support you. He paid your tuition so you could avoid student loans, he bought your books and supplies to help you. He had given you his new car and bought an old junker for himself. He even paid for you to go on trips with your friends so you wouldn't have to miss out. He gave you anything you asked for, and he never asked for anything back. He was the perfect parent, and you felt sick that you just let him do so much for you, when you knew how much he was sacrificing to talk care of you. You still feel so selfish.

That first school year wasn't easy though. Navigating friends, relationships, and school work was hard, and you weren't very good at staying on top of your classes or knowing who your friends really were. By the end of your first semester you'd failed two finals and been placed on academic probation. Your next semester could be your last if you didn't turn things around. 

Your focus on classes meant less time for friends and less time for your shopaholic boyfriend. They all seemed to turn on you as you tried to do better in your classes and stopped helping to bankroll their nights out at the club or weekend spa getaways, or any of the other ways that they used you for your father money.

Eventually the year had ended, you were essentially friendless, boy-friendless and only just passing your classes well enough to stay in school for another semester. Through it all, through every failure after failure that you made, there was your father telling you he was proud of you, and how he knew you would be amazing. It made you feel like  you were failing him most of all, and all you wanted to do was move back home and be taken care of like a child again.

To make it all worse, when you moved back for the summer, your dad's new apartment was almost as small and cramped as your dorm had been. He took the couch and let you have his room. But it was still small, with very little personal space. The kitchen and living room were practically the same room and the shower and toilet were only accessible from the bedroom, and there were no doors.

The dreams started out small at first, you felt bad that he slept on the couch when the bed was big enough for both of you. It wasn’t wrong. He was your father, he would never do anything. But you dreamed of him holding you, caressing you, his breath on your neck, and his strong body next to yours, his fingers slipping between your thighs as you felt him stiffen and grow as you rubbed your ass against his groin. You'd wake up with your panties around your ankles, and a puddle growing around you as you felt yourself orgasming harder than you could ever recall, the please those dreams gave you was more intense than the guilt that it was your father you had dreamt about could shame you. That was the first night home and your dreams have only gotten more intense and pervers since, to the point that you day-dream about them almost constantly.

Your Daddy has dedicated his whole life to taking care of you, surely you must find ways to take care of him in return, and your feels for him are only natural... right? 

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It all sounds so sweet doesn’t it… but then we all tell ourselves stories to make the world around us make more sense. We justify the bad behaviors of others, especially those who have power over us, to make it all seem reasonable is right. Someone you love should never hurt you, they only do what they do to protect you.

In this instance, your father (me) is not as good or noble as you tell yourself. He probably started off as a nice enough guy, but that was a long time ago. Over the years he has grown hungry and now needs more than your mother, who stopped fulfilling his need willingly, and eventually unwillingly as well. Now he turned his attention to you instead, making you his new plaything. 

He has worked so hard to make you feel indebted to him, to feel like you owe him. He has been conditioning you to want to serve him in any ways he desires from you to repay all his kindness to you. He has used hypnotic suggestions and drugs to make you pliable and easily convinced and controlled. He has slowly worn down your will and resistance. 

You had friends and a boyfriend but he sabotaged it all, made you drive them away. Your mother tried to help you but he twisted it in your memories so she became the villain. He makes you weak and submissive, he forces you to be his. 

Do you love or hate him for it, will you fight it or give in to it?

Relevant Kinks:

Financial Domination/Submission, Physical Domination/Submission, Sexual Domination/Submission,  Somnophilia, Voyuerism, Mind Control, Hypnosis, Drugging, Coercion, CNC, Rape, DDLG, Free-Use, Breeding, Anal, Blowjobs, Outercourse, Edging, Toys, Collar/Leash, Bondage, Spanking, Choking, Threat of Pregnancy, Discipline, Praise, Orgasm Control/Denial, Forced Orgasm, Outfit Control, Incest, Age Gaps, Size Difference, Cockwarming, Soaking, Light Public Humiliation, Light Public Exhibition, Breast/Nipple play, Cock Worship, Sweat Licking, Sexslaves, Wet Panties, Panty Stuffing, Panty Sniffing… more.

Relevant Limits:

Diapers, Scat, Gore,Vore…

I’m open to first and third person writing styles. I prefer to play on chat or in DMs. I don’t expect full novel responses, but I like detailed responses that help develop the story so no one is carrying the story alone.

Please include relevant information regarding your character, her description, name (if you want to write in 3rd person) and other important information about the daughter, (like is she still a virgin, is she a total slut, is she a bimbo princess and into what her father is doing, or is she fighting against it trying to regain her own mind, like her mother must have.) 

We can either continue the scene/scenario as described above, or we can talk about tweaking it some, to fit better with the idea.