Locked and Daddy Zoned

Daddy was fuming. He must have told Madison a thousand times before to put her dirty clothes in the laundry basket, what he believed was a simple enough task even for her. Instead he once again found them dismissively strewn across her bedroom floor and unmade bed. He couldn't help but think it was now a deliberately stubborn act of rebellion. His once agreeable, lovable step daughter had become an untameable brat. She never made it through "sweet" sixteen. Instead, by nineteen, he had watched her regress into a foot stomping, bone idle, spoiled princess. The bomb site that was her room was only partial evidence of this.

He angrily swiped up her garments one by one, shaking his head and cursing under his breath at the sheer audacity of the girl. He also questioned, with a sinking despair, her countless transgressions reeling through his mind, where he had failed as a father figure. He hated that she made him ask such self deprecating questions.

But this boiling anger quickly translated into sexual heat, as it so often did. He always had a weakness for beautiful young women, and Madison subconsciously played on this weakness every time she was in his presence, expertly harnessing his sexual energy for her own gain. He realised that the smell of her room, her unwashed sheets and days old dirty underwear, was quickly seeping into his bloodstream.

He couldn't resist inhaling the scent of her once moist panties - a now almost daily ritual, and with it the same token justifications. What harm could it do? It's not like he's violating her body to get off. He's just "appreciating" her in one way he knows won't incriminate him or undermine his parental authority in her eyes. The justifications were once again done and he began touching his erection under his jeans, eyes closed, as if imagining some far away paradise, the crotch of her panties alternating between his nose and mouth.

He was so lost in his moment of lust he didn't even hear Madison approach the bedroom door - something that was bound to happen sooner or later...

"Daddy!! What...?? What the hell!!"

His already blushed face took on a whole deeper shade of red as he crashed back hard into reality. It felt like all the blood had instantly rushed from his penis to his head. He looked at Madison sheepishly, not a single coherent thought or excuse available to him. He had been caught, quite literally, red handed.

"Are those... are you sniffing my underwear?!"

He knew he couldn't just sit in silence. The only doubt was what would come out...

"I'm sorry honey, I just... you know I haven't been with a woman for..."

Far from being the worst thing he could have half uttered, it certainly wasn't the tactful response he was hoping for.

"GET OUT!! PERVERT!!" Madison screamed, pointing at the door with her other hand firmly on hip.

He abandoned the dirty pile of laundry he had collected up before his moment of distraction and slipped out the room to avoid any further interrogation, Madison's scent still lingering in his nostrils.

His racing thoughts were pierced with a sharp regret. How could he have been so careless? How is he going to look his step daughter in the eyes now? Would she now be super vigilant to his once (he thought) undetectable, admiring glances?

Later that evening, Madison returned from a dinner date. Daddy had lost count of the number of boys she had been meeting over the past months. But he often tortured himself for hours imagining all the ways in which they would be satisfying her and exploring her body, completely unrestricted. He acted as if nothing had happened - a defence mechanism that was sure to fail as soon as it had been devised.

"Hey sweety! How's your night been?"

Madison glared at him like a piece of dirt she had scraped off her heel. She looked achingly beautiful nonetheless. Her body was perfect to him and he found himself restraining his eye movements, this time with a far more conscious effort.

Madison's scowl softened suddenly and in its place a subtle smirk arose out of the corner of her mouth.

"You been on the beer... again?" she asked in a mocking tone.

"...yep. Look, I'm still ashamed about earlier. I'm sorry about what happened and I don't want you to think of me any differently because of it."

Madison paused for a moment, still wearing a wry smile and a fresh boost of confidence from her date.

"Oh I don't really think of you any differently, Daddy. I've always thought you're a dirty old perv."

A shock of dread pulsed through Daddy's veins. Madison paused again to absorb his reaction, before strutting over to him, her heels clacking against the wood floor. She leaned over in front of him, her large squishy breasts threatening to spill out of her low cut top.

"But don't worry, I can keep secrets. Just like I've kept all your lecherous glances at me a secret over the years."

Daddy was both mesmerised and infuriated. She must have been drinking tonight.

"Well if you picked up your laundry like I asked, I wouldn't have..." he spat out in an attempt to turn the tables.

"Wouldn't have what, Daddy? Wouldn't have jacked off to my panties? You're telling me you haven't done it in the laundry room too?"

Now he was in a whole new world of shame. He knew what was coming and his guilt riddled face showed it...

"Yes, I've seen you doing it in there too. I let you off so many times, because I figured what a horny mess you get over me, like so many guys do. But doing that in my room was the final straw."

How had it come to this? His step daughter was talking down to him like HE was the child, caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He had to make one final attempt to assert his dominance before all was lost. He rose to his feet sternly, now looking down at his five-feet-three step daughter.

"You know I hate spying in my own home. Don't make this out to be some terrible crime that I should be made to feel any worse over. YOU have caused far more stress and frustration over the years with your behaviour. We're going to put this behind us RIGHT NOW."

For the moment, it seemed his assertiveness had paid off. Madison looked up at her once beloved step father with a faint look of submission.

"OK Daddy. I guess... I know you're going through a rough time. I don't actually care all that much about..."

Daddy seized the opportunity to reaffirm his dominance.

"Drop it Madison. I may have had a moment of weakness today ... but that still doesn't excuse you from YOUR behaviour over the past three years. You need to do as I tell you when you're under this roof. I'm not afraid to punish you."

Madison couldn't help but laugh inwardly, which she managed to contain - an art she had mastered over the years. She went into her little voice.

"I'll try harder Dada, I promise. I love you."

Little did he know she was playing him like a fiddle, his emotional strife clouding his judgement.

"Good girl, come here" he sighed, calming himself down.

They embraced with what felt like genuine affection. And most of it was. Madison loved the warm scent of her Daddy, almost as much as he loved the intoxicating scent of Madison's used panties. He knew it was an addiction of sorts, but silently vowed to be more cautious in future.

"Let me get you another beer. You've only had one tonight, right?" Madison said invitingly, once again noticing the single drained bottle on the counter.

"Thanks sweety, that'd be nice". Daddy sank back into his armchair with a huff of tentative relief. He quickly found himself lost in thought as he rested his eyes, tired from a day of working at his computer.

"Daddyyyy"

He was coaxed awake to the sight of Madison's gleaming smile, fresh beer in hand.

"Oh thanks, honey. I drifted off for a moment there"

"Why don't you take this to bed. I'll clean up here."

Daddy was both warmed and suspicious from Madison's sentiments. Why was she suddenly being so co-operative? Maybe this whole event had proved an unlikely turning point. He refrained from questioning it further and trundled off to bed, gulping down his beer as he went.

He awoke into a groggy haze, laid out on his bed. A quick glance at the alarm clock told him he had only been out two hours. Slightly dazzled, he further noticed that his jeans and boxers were pulled down to his ankles. He sensed a presence in that same place.

"Wakey wakey, Dadaaa"

"Madison, what's going on? Why are you..."

She crawled up the bed towards his head and rested beside him, giving him a soft kiss on the side of his mouth. She had a playful, slightly prideful expression.

"I have a surprise for you Dada. You know I was thinking about what you said about me needing to take more initiative. Well I thought I'd help you out with your little problem"

Daddy was once again filled with a curious dread. He dry swallowed and began to stir.

"Ah-ah. Keep your head down or you'll spoil the surprise. I have something for you."

He complied with Madison's orders if only out of sheer bewilderment. He quickly noticed a familiar scent engulf his nose. It was a pair of Madison's panties! Blue and more potent than ever.

"You know I masturbated in these about ten minutes ago."

Blood instantly started to fill his penis. He could only assume this was some kind of incredibly vivid wet dream. Madison pushed the crotch of her panties to his lips. He could almost taste the forbidden, moist warmth of his step daughter that he had craved so much ever since she became a woman.

He was suddenly alerted to another sensation. A familiar one of restriction down there. No, it couldn't be. Please god no. A solid noose began to tighten and pull on his balls as his growing erection tried to rise to its natural position.

By this point Daddy already knew what Madison had done, but he had to see it to confirm. He lazily swatted the panties from his face and sat up to observe the inevitable.

"Did I put it on right, Daddy?" Madison giggled playfully. Daddy's eyes widened as if the confirmation was brand new information.

"I know mom used to lock you up in this thing. I found it in the top draw. She was such a bitch to you wasn't she?".

Madison gently ran her fingernails down Daddy's back as they both observed his cock throbbing hopelessly inside its revisited prison.

"I guess it's my turn to hold the key now, like an heir to the Crown Jewels" she giggled once more, before switching to a more serious tone.

"This is what you need, Dada. You have no self control and you know how inappropriate it is to be getting hard around your step daughter, let alone jacking off to her."

All the dominance bled out of him from a gaping wound of shame.

"Sweety, please, this isn't necessary, really."

"Oh it is. I just don't feel comfortable or safe around you any more. I miss that feeling. When I was a little girl I never had to worry about you being a perv. I just want my Daddy back."

"But this will make it WORSE!" Daddy protested.

"At first, maybe. But eventually you'll just learn that getting turned on by me equals pain, here..." Madison ran her perfectly manicured finger nail around the ring that ensnared his bulging testicles...

"...and here..." Her finger nail tapped on his encased cock head and poked through the slit to scratch his protruding, sensitive tip. He squirmed and gasped in response. The pain was already reaching an unbearable threshold, but he knew it would only get worse. He had spent weeks at a time in this contraption courtesy of his domineering ex-wife.

All that was left was for him to beg and plead, as he had done so many times before with Madison's mother.

"Please. Seriously, this isn't the answer, Madison. I don't think this will have the effect you..."

"Shhhh." Madison placed on his lips the finger that had just taunted his caged cock.

"You're a pervert. This needs to happen and you're gonna be a good Daddy for me again. I'm gonna give the key to one of my friends because you know how easily I lose things, right?" She laughed sharply through her nose.

Daddy's dread was now flooding into an almost tearful anger.

"Unlock me NOW, Madison or I'll..."

"Or you'll what? Put me over your knee and spank me? Go on then. I know that would turn you on too. PERVERT."

Daddy was seething with rage and with it came another intense heatwave of desire. But there was nothing he could do. The device was secure and inescapable without the key... or without ripping off his entire sack. Heaven knows he'd tried before, but his ex-wife had spared no expense. This was no cheap plastic knock-off from China. It was steel and impeccably made. It was also measured up to order and extra snug. He didn't know what he hated more in this moment - his ex-wife for buying the device or himself for not disposing of it when he had the chance.

"Don't worry, Dada. You'll eventually learn to keep your thoughts pure for me. And don't bother searching for the key. I guarantee you won't find it."

Madison put on her best little girl voice as his eyes wandered down her shapely body stretched out beside him, the dim lighting enhancing her curves to hypnotic effect.

"That's what you want for me isn't it... Daddy? You want to make me happy don't you?" Her eyes fluttered at him, her thick, dark brows pointing upwards.

"Madison... please." he closed his eyes in despairing, shameful, painful arousal.

"Good. I wanna sleep next to you tonight!"

Now unable to fight his exhaustion, he resigned himself to getting back to sleep. At least then he would temporarily escape the horror that had struck him over the past twenty four hours.

He eased back on to the pillow, with Madison's head following his chest down. She could feel his heart racing at a thousand beats per minute as she smiled tranquilly. Eventually it slowed and she nestled in to his armpit like she had so many times as a girl. He wanted to push her away and get to turning the house upside down for the key, but he too missed these moments deep down, even if there was a barrage of fury, fear and unquenchable lust tainting it.

"I love you Dada" she whispered as they both drifted off into a slumber, one far less peaceful than the other.

The morning came too suddenly for Daddy. Perhaps because his morning wood had met its nemesis in the form of a tight steel cage. Madison was gone.

He panicked for a moment remembering what Madison said she would do with the key. He had to get it back before it changed hands. He painfully and awkwardly shifted out of bed and pulled up his jeans, being careful not to pull on the device with them and strangle his testicles in the process.

"Madison! Madison!!" he went straight to her bedroom, where he found her laid on her bed, kicking her legs in the air and perusing the latest social media updates. She was wearing extra tight shorts that barely covered her plump round cheeks, a sight that Daddy's eyes couldn't avert and to which his cock couldn't help but respond.

"Oh, hi Daddy. Is breakfast done?"

He took a moment to contain his fury at Madison acting as if nothing had happened.

"We need to talk."

"...About?" Madison was in full on brat mode.

"Last night of course!"

"...mhm, just a minute..."

Madison continued to casually thumb through her updates. Daddy could smell her scent in the air once again. His rage was once again helplessly entangled with arousal and pain.

"NOW Madison."

Madison tutted as if inconvenienced.

"Can we do this over breakfast? I'm like, hungry". Her legs kicked more vigorously in sync with her demands.

Not once did she raise her eyes to his. They were lost in her phone. So many times Daddy had despaired at the attention Madison gave her phone over him. It was as if he were competing with a device. And he was, now in more ways than one.

He was just about to grab her phone from her out of desperation, but was halted by the rational part of his brain. If he fixed her breakfast and talked calmly to her at the table, where she had at least learned to resist the dopamine fuelled charms of her phone, he may be able to reason with her.

"10 minutes" he said sternly. Madison smiled approvingly, still locked on her phone, knowing the cage was still securely locked on him, within it a futile throbbing.

At the breakfast table, it took several minutes for a single word to be spoken. Madison seemed in a carefree mood, with a glowing exuberance. She had always loved Daddy's breakfasts. It was he who would have the first word.

"This is serious, Madison. I'm in pain here. Do you know how much these things hurt?"

He hoped to eek some sympathy out of Madison. He knew that she never wanted to physically hurt him. At least not in the past. She knew that the pain about which he complained was merely a new physical symptom of his intense, unwavering desire for her.

"My date went well last night. I'm going to see him again tonight. He's sooo hot!"

The unrelated stream of words left Daddy in a state of disbelief. She continued.

"He has a place by the lake. Well, his parents do. I can't wait! Oh yeah I need you to drive me over later by the way. And I need money for the mall tomorrow."

For a moment, Daddy almost reverted back to pleading. But he knew that would not break her unresponsiveness to his deepening fears.

"So you're just going to ignore me? Is that how things are now?" he said with an undertone of desperation.

Madison paused, cleared her throat, arose, slowly walked over and sat herself on Daddy's lap, her bare legs either side of his, causing him to fall against the back of his chair. Her arms came to rest on his shoulders as her bubbly butt gently adjusted against his crotch and her breasts brushed smoothly against his chest. He instantly responded with a futile, desperately unwanted erection. The pain pulsed predictably through him.

She spoke in the softest voice she could outside a whisper.

"Oh Daddy. This is the start of a new and wonderful relationship between us. I'm gonna be out, getting filled up by hot young guys, all the while knowing you'll be here, right where I need you, all locked up. And you'll be completely mine for as long as I need you."

He couldn't help but attentively watch her luscious lips form the words that would slowly drive him insane.

"You're gonna be such a good Daddy for me. I want lots of cuddles and kisses, movie nights, running my bubble baths, trips to the mall... all the stuff you stopped doing when you started looking at me... differently."

She once again adjusted her ass. Her breasts, restricted in her tight shirt just as his cock was in its cage, momentarily squashed against his chest.

"Please sweety..." he pleaded, now a broken man.

"From now on I'm your little princess. That's how I want you to see me. I want to be spoiled and adored. I want all your attention. But I never want to feel your boner through your pants again or worry about catching you jacking off. Because that would ruin everything for me. I will give the key to my friend, who I've already told. She agrees this is what you need."

Madison glanced to the bottom right corner of her field of vision.

"She kind of reminds me of mom in a way."

He imagined them both giggling about his predicament, a wave of humiliation washing over him as her lips touched the prickly stubble on the side of his mouth. She put on the cutest little girl voice she could.

"I love you dada."

And with another unavoidable jolt of pain from his infernally aching balls, Daddy knew his life was about to plunge into an ever deepening lustful insanity.

PART 2

It was two weeks since Madison had put a stop to her stepfather's careless self gratification and claimed him as a more respectable Daddy. The cock cage was doing its job, if only for the fact that she no longer had to worry about catching him fulfilling his obsession for jacking off to her panties, nor prodding her with his shamefully lustful erections when they engaged in any kind of bodily intimacy.