Such a Dominant Daughter

Not once did Mason think that he'd look at his daughter the way he currently did.

He felt taken by a need, an urge, a yearning to raw dog and cum inside his own flesh and blood. Over and over.

But he knew that would be wrong. Even so, his breathing grew ragged at the mere sight of her.

'I've come to realize that my daughter... is too sexy for her own good. I want her... I want to cum inside her - all over her.'

The twenty-one-year-old woman was naked.

There she sat confidently on a stool, one leg crossed over the other - back set to the kitchen counter: Hayley Keys.

She truly was too sexy for her own good - slender. Beautiful, too. Absolutely gorgeous, really. With full lips, pale skin, and that luscious cascading black hair of hers that fell to the sides of her D-cup breasts, Mason's daughter looked like the kind of woman you'd see being a supermodel.

Mason gulped hard. He felt blood rushing to his cock, but realizing that his daughter would see his erection through his shorts, he dug his nails into his palms to let pain overcome lust.

Sheepishly parting his lips, he said,

"Hay-Hayley, what are you-?"

"Be quiet, dog."

The woman had spoken with a thick French accent. No emotion dwelled in her eyes, yet an overwhelmingly mighty authority had slipped out of her voice.

Mason was wide-eyed, shocked beyond measure.

'Where... did that accent come from? She was only in France for a wee-'

"Return to just staring at me like you did before. You speak solely when you are spoken to. For all the detrimental babying you did to me, father of mine, I have plans for you. On. Your. Knees."

For some reason, the man couldn't help but avoid her gaze and give a nervous nod, kneeling.

'Why do I feel...'

His daughter came off the stool and sauntered before him. A wolfish smirk crossed her face.

'so intimidated...? What the fuck happened to my daughter in France?'

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It was one week ago.

Hayley and her father were standing inside the airport - face-to-face. The chattering and walking of people surrounded them.

The glasses-wearing attractive--not supermodel attractive--Hayley had a nervous smile, while Mason was frowning; brows creased with worry.

"Honey," he said,

"are you sure about this? I know this whole French female confidence treatment is doing really well, but, is there really a need for something like this? You have a great job and a dad that loves you. You're fine, aren't you?"

Hayley gazed off into the distance for a short while, looking like she was about to break down into tears. She balled her hands into fists, swinging her head to her father with a sad anger that made his heart sink.

"I-I'm not... fine at all, Dad."

Her father seemed taken aback, softly saying,

"Hayley... baby..."

He moved in to hug her, but she backed away, causing him to feel as if a knife pierced his heart.

"S-See... this... is the problem, Dad."

Her voice sounded shaky - conviction barely there.

"Your..."

She trembled, trying to quell her anxiety.

"constant coddling, always treating me like I'm seven or something, is why for most of my life, people have... walked all over me and made my self-esteem way worse than it was."

Tears rolling down his cheeks, Mason said,

"I didn't-Why didn't you tell me?"

Grinding her teeth, she mustered the will--water in her eyes--to turn and move onward, rolling suitcase in hand.

"You could never understand, Dad."

Mason reached after her, but stopped himself, thinking it best to let her go.

But, he just had to ask,

"Wh-When are you coming back, Hayley?!"

She continued walking, simply taking out her phone and touching the screen a few times. Shortly after, Mason's phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out and saw a message from "My precious little girl".

The message read,

"When I'm better".

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By the time she arrived, it was afternoon.

Stepping just outside Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris, France, Hayley looked from left to right, seeing various individuals walking, talking, and entering taxis or the vehicles of people awaiting them.

Being around so many people always unnerved Hayley. She wanted to move away from them as soon as possible. So, she took a deep breath, turned to her left, and she walked - nervousness over her visage all the while.

Some seconds later, she spied an unoccupied Taxi.

Basically trembling as she got in the backseat, she said,

"Uh... Je voudrais..."

She tried to find the words.

'What... were the rest again?'

"Être..."

She breathed out, feeling a deep fury for herself.

'Oh, my God. I'm such an idiot. I couldn't even memorize-'

"Your accent sounds American, madame," the male taxi driver spoke - a casual French accent.

Hayley seemed surprised, but also relieved.

"You speak English?"

The driver chuckled.

"Well, uh... what is it that you Americans say? Oh. No shit, madame." He followed his sentence with laughter.

Hayley profusely blushed.

'God, kill me.'

"Sorry, Mr. taxi driver. I-"

"No, no, it's quite fine, madame," he reassured, tone cheerful.

"Now, where is it that you wanted to go?"

"Ah. Ta-Take me to the Institution of Huyarem please."

He nodded, starting the car and taking off, using his GPS to navigate along the way.

Just before an hour passed, they arrived.

Hayley exited the vehicle, looking at the driver through his window to softly say,

"Merci."

Beaming, he responded,

"De rien, madame" before going on his way.

Exhaling and turning around, Hayley's breath was immediately taken away.

"Holy-it looks... even more amazing in person."

Hayley presently beheld the exterior of a building - reminiscent of a Victorian church.

It seemed old-timey, yet at the same time, odd. Like it was made in that same year.

Hayley didn't know what to make of it.

Puffing out, she started forward. As soon as she arrived at the building's large metallic door, she paused. She kept hearing the sounds of whip on flesh. The sounds of men groaning. The sounds of women barking orders.

Swallowing saliva, she laid down her suitcase and knocked twice. The sounds stopped for a moment but picked up again.

All of a sudden, a small opening came amidst the door, and through it, Hayley saw the eyes and forehead of a woman.

"What is the password, féminin?" the woman asked.

Shakily breathing in and out, Hayley told her,

"Glory to the females."

The opening on the door closed, and then the door's entirety flung wide open.

As soon as Hayley went to gasp at the sight, she was quickly dragged inside. The door slammed shut behind her.

Stumbling and almost falling, she regained balance and looked at the woman who dragged her inside. It was a quite busty milf, clad in a full-body black latex suit.

She smiled - a sure smile. One that made it clear that everything was going to go her way all the time. And it was apparent that she knew that very well.

"It has been a while since any Americans came across our website. You are very pretty, féminin. You'll be a fine mistress. Call me Empress. How would you like to be addressed, beautiful one?"

Hayley blushed, briefly averting her gaze, idly playing with her hair.

"Th-Thank you for calling me beautiful. And... my name's Hayley Keys."

The woman frowned.

"No, no, no. This will not do, Ms. Keys. It appears you are indeed in dire need of this institution of ours."

Gulping, Hayley nodded.

She was just now noticing that the noises had stopped completely.

She turned her head and looked all around her. The white-stone-walled vast room held a bondage dungeon-esque aesthetic.

Many naked men were on their knees, dog collars around their necks. Some were smiling, some were emotionless, and some were still wincing from pain.

Standing about the men were dozens of women dressed in latex, the same as Empress. The only difference was that they all wore latex masks that shrouded every part of their face, safe for their mouths and eyes.

"Th-This place is... not at all what I expected."

"Of that I'm sure," Empress said, giggling.

Eyeing Empress in uncertainty, Hayley asked,

"Is... are these men even here of their own free will?"

"Féminin, if that is the question you are asking, then you will be astounded at just how perverse these lowly dogs can be."

"Eh?"

Empress' narrowed eyes moved about the men. Her lips curled in contempt and disgust.

"See, as soon as I advertised my website to men, I wasn't surprised at how many came flocking to my doorstep, begging to be punished. Begging us women to sit on their faces. To ride their faces. To squeeze their balls. To jerk them off with our feet and leave them on the brink of orgasm, never letting them cum until they respectfully screamed for release."

Hayley's cheeks turned beet-red, and she squirmed a bit, feeling herself getting aroused.

"I-I'm sorry, I d-don't think I should be he-"

"Hayley."

Hayley tensed, surprised at how gentle Empress' tone had become.

Circling Hayley whilst continuing to eye the men, she said,

"Haven't men looked down on you? More times than you can count? Think you to be inferior? Vulnerable? Prey?"

Hayley pursed her lips. Empress' words were deeply resonating with her.

"Think of you as just an object, a trophy; something just to fuck?"

Slowly, she nodded.

Hayley's first and last boyfriend had been just that kind of man. He'd tell everyone at school how he finally banged her after a couple months, and how the pussy wasn't really that good. Furthermore, he'd said these exact words: "Good thing I was cheating on the bitch, too".

The worst part was, that Hayley had been there to witness every word he used to tear down her reputation and self-esteem. Even further.

Stopping right in front of Hayley, Empress leaned forward to whisper in her ear,

"Does it not make you furious how vile these creatures can be?"

"Ye-Yes."

"Does it not make you want to make them quiet, cease underestimating you, obey your every command?"

With more resolve this time, Hayley told her,

"Absolutely."

Empress smiled.

"See, Hayley, we women are practically goddesses. It's because of the effect we have on men. On slaves. We can use our charisma, our unwavering feminine confidence to get whatever we want; be whatever we want. It's just... sometimes, some of us, unfortunately fail to realize our true potentia-"

She paused, thinking for a second with narrowed eyes.

"No. No. It's a failure to realize our true nature. We are unquantifiable. Inherently, we females are so outstanding to the point that we ourselves cannot fathom it. Even now, the women and I continue to evolve in the ways we wrap the slaves around our fingers; and there is no ceiling to tower over."

Smirking, she looked at the latex-clad women about.

"Therefore, there is no true potential. No boundaries whatsoever for the females of the species."

Awe in her sights, Hayley took two loud breaths in and out.

Looking to the women, Empress yelled,

"Is that not correct, féminin?!"

"WHOLLY AND TOTALLY, EMPRESS!" Their voices echoed throughout the building, almost scaring Hayley half to death.

Softly laughing to herself, Empress showed Hayley a leather riding crop whip, intending for her to take it.

"Eh?"

"Have you ever thought about how it would make you feel to whip them into submission? To make them horny for you even while debasing them?"

Feeling a dampness in her panty and reaching out to take the whip, Hayley seemed hesitant, and she stopped short.

"I..."

"Take it," Empress whispered, lightly smirking.

"Whip them. Make them know their places. Make them know just how sexy you are, and how much power you hold over them. Make them beg you to cum."

Heavily breathing, Hayley grabbed the whip. Instantly, she turned and set her sights on a sitting emotionless man.

"Doesn't his lack of an expression make you want to beat one into him?"

"Yes..."

Tightly gripping the whip, Hayley rigidily brought it down across his chest. As soon as it connected, Hayley felt euphoric; horny. With tenderness, she bit down on her lower lip.

"So hot," she whispered.

The man had only groaned. And his cock now stood erect, leaking precum.

"Please, Mistress-"

Hearing someone call her "Mistress" for the first time, spurred a certain warmth through her. Hayley had never felt more confident.

Prostrating himself before her, he yelled,

"Please, whip me more! Please make me cum!"

Hayley's heart rapidly pumped. Her cheeks were a tad too red. She shook her head.

'No. No, it's too mu-'

"Hayley."

Suddenly hearing Empress' voice, Hayley veered around, seeing within the woman's hand a latex mask - the same type the other mistresses wore.

For some reason, Hayley didn't hesitate in taking it. Right away, she placed it on her face, and turned back to the slave with a grin.

Closing her eyes, she envisioned how sexy and domineering Empress came off with the French accent - a woman who fears nothing and is ready for everything.

"A woman with no limitations."

Hayley's French accent was far from thick and perfect, but it was satisfactory and made her feel exactly how she wanted to feel.

Unfurling her fierce eyes, she arrogantly said,

"If you want to cum, you will do precisely as I say, correct, slave?"

"A-Absolutely, Mistress!"

Her lips curled into a snarl.

"Get on all fours and bark like the dog you are."

Eagerly, he obliged, saying,

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

"Quiet."

He did just that.

Slowly, she teased him by sliding her skirt down her legs to reveal her soaked panty.

The slave speedily licked his lips, sticking out his tongue - heavily panting like the dog Hayley said he was.

Taking off her panty only made the slave's panting accelerate. Hayley was completely drenched.

"Lie down, slave. I want you to put that tongue of yours to use."

He beamed.

Hayley bared her teeth with rage.

"Don't you dare fucking smile, you fucking piece of shit!"

"S-Sorry, Mistress."

He avoided her gaze, lying on his back.

Hayley deeply breathed out. Normally, she never swore. Or at best very rarely. So finally getting that out of her system was exhilarating.

Hayley walked and stood just over his face.

The slave licked his lips, making a swirling motion with his tongue in eager anticipation.

Hayley shook her ass, and some of her pussy juice dropped onto his face. She giggled.

"Be sure to do a thorough job, slave."

Sitting on his face, Hayley felt his tongue penetrate her immediately, causing her to shiver and moan.

"Ah... that's a good boy."

Moaning, she started rocking her hips slowly, and then her movements accelerated. Hayley was twerking on the slave's face, letting moans and phrases like,

"~Work harder, slave~!" slipped out.

Shortly after, the sounds of whipping and the barking of orders were being created. The other mistresses had gotten back to work.

The sounds. The ambiance of women's power. It was just enough to bring Hayley to the edge.

She stopped twerking. Then with great force, she rocked her hips forward - hard on the slave's face. Her eyes rolled back and she clenched her fists, tensing as she squirted all over his face.

"Fuuuckk!!! Cum for me, slave!!!"

Haley's voice and juices pushed the man over the edge. He groaned, touching his cock and blowing his load on his stomach and chest.

Still sitting on his face, Hayley was heavily panting while hearing Empress do a slow applaud.

Catching her breath and turning to look behind, she spied a grinning Empress who told her,

"Fantastic start."

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Looking down at her kneeling father with contempt, she commanded,

"Give my pussy a little lick. Now, Papa!"

Mason couldn't help but frantically do as told, sticking out his tongue and running it across his daughter's sodden pussy.

"Hmm," she voiced, letting out a light moan.

Right after, she used her foot to gently push him on his back. There had been no protest from Mason, no instinct to stop his daughter from doing what she did.

"Unbuckle your pants and remove them right away, Papa."

Trembling, he did as asked with erratic breathing. He lay there, feeling scrutinized, blushing as his daughter eyed his massive erect member through his boxers.

"Nice cock, Papa."

Hard, Mason swallowed.

"Your underwear needs to go as well."

Mason promptly slid it down his legs and threw it aside. And there it stood in all its 8.5 inches glory: her father's cock which got her all hot and bothered.

Like the goddess she considered herself to be, Hayley towered over his member and stared him down with a look that said "I fucking own you".

"Stroke that huge dick for me, Papa."

Immediately, Mason rubbed his hand up and down his cock - rapidly. With eagerness; staring straight into his daughter's dripping cunt.

He moaned,

"Oh, Hayl-"

"Don't you fucking call me 'Hayley', motherfucker!"

Her words made him panic, and his hand movements sped up.

"Stop!"

With no reluctance, he just had to do as she said, removing his hand from his member.

"You will address me as 'Mistress', Papa. You understand that, you fucking mongrel?"

Mason nodded a bit too quickly.

"Y-Yes. Absolutely, Mistress."

"Good."

Hayley ran her barefoot over his cock, occasionally holding it between her toes, hearing her father moan from pleasure every now and again.

"Very good, Papa."

"Oh, Mistress..."

Gently, she spoke,

"Do you want to cum, Papa?"

He nodded, yearning in his eyes.

"Do you want to cum all over the toes and foot of your 'precious little girl', Papa?"

"Y-Yes... Mistress. I'm so close. I'm! I'm cu-!"

Just when he was about to orgasm, Hayley removed her foot with a wry smile, saying,

"Nuh-uh, Papa. Not yet. Not until you beg with everything you have."

"Please!!! Please let me cum, Mistress!!! I'll do anything, so please treat me like a toy and make me cum!!!"

Hayley giggled. Then all of a sudden, all emotion left her features.

"That was just what I was looking to hear, Papa."

Instantly, she dropped herself down onto his cock, causing them both to loudly moan and groan.

"Fuuck," Hayley softly spoke.

She began gyrating her hips.

"That feels so fucking good, Papa."

Her movements sped up, and she scowled while moaning.

"Don't you even think about moving or putting your ~ngh~ filthy hands on me! I don't get fucked, I fuck!"

That she did. Even harder. Mason moaned out loud, whispering,

"Damn, Mistress... I'm going to ~ghh~ cum for real this time."

Picking up the pace, she ferociously yelled,

"So fucking shoot it all inside me, Papa! Breed your own daughter!!!"

Groaning, Mason spasmed while blowing his load into Hayley's womb.

"Fuuuck," Hayley drawled because of his semen.

"It feels so hot inside me, Papa. I'm..."

She grabbed onto his shoulder, sinking in her nails and leaning forward to whisper in his ear,

"I'm cumming real hard, Papa..."

She groaned and spasmed and shook and ground her teeth with tightly shut eyelids.

Her words, her face, her movements, the way she squirted all over his cock, and how taboo the whole situation was: made Mason, yell,

"Shiiitt, I'm cumming again, Mistress!!!"

Ample amounts of semen flooded Hayley's womb. The heat. That damn heat. It brought Hayley over the edge yet again. Drool spilled down her chin and--to prevent herself from moaning out loud--she pressed her lips to Mason's - a passionate French kiss between father and daughter.

After another round of spasming, Hayley removed her lips from Mason's, slightly leaning back. Both of them panted. Staring into her father's eyes, Hayley told him,

"There are so, so many ways to punish you."

She grinned, beholding fear over his countenance.

"We're just getting started, Papa."