Rapacious Hunger Ch

It was a cold winter evening in the two-floored family home. "Seems you really can starve a man's body in other ways aside from his stomach." Dominick said aloud in response to watching a stack of wood being tied up in the back of a truck on the TV in his living room. A seemingly random lament filled statement to make in response to such a scene displayed on the screen, but to him it served as subtle reminder that he hasn't given his "morning wood" proper action in years, and the tying of the lumber was just adding insult to injury.

Dominick was a 39 year old man of average height but a slim and muscular build with curly brown hair. Accomplishments included scoring a job at a corporation that specialized in the overseas trading of niche but profitable markets that offered him upward momentum with diligent work, as well as winning the heart of his then childhood friend with benefits, now wife Suzette who in turn gifted him with his two now teenage daughters Sabrina and Emily.

Suzette was a diligent and flexible 38 year old with straight short black hair and a voluptuous figure for someone her age. Her free-spirited and ambitious 19 year old daughter Sabrina inherited her good looks and figure, but opted to grow her black hair longer than her mother. The more bookish, bespectacled, and shy 18 year old Emily however inherited her father's curly brown hair and had a far more subtle and slim figure than her mother and older sister.

However, there was a concerning issue between Dominick and Suzette specifically. They had not had sex in over five years. A far cry from the high frequency and passion of their intimacy patterns before. And not the vanilla kind either. Dominick and Suzette were avid BDSM fanatics in their youths and even over a decade into their roles as parents.

Dominick experienced great satisfaction serving as the commanding dom, and Suzette took great pleasure in serving as her husband's sub even if she was more of a switch at heart. They were the model example that a robust sex life was possible even as parents.

That is until five years ago when their daughters accidentally walked in on them both in full roleplay. It was a humiliating experience for Dominick and Suzette, and not even the kinky kind. Exposing their daughters to such an inappropriate display prompted the husband and wife to mutually agree to shelf their sex life indefinitely to keep this from ever happening again. Beyond that, they believed the carnal side of their marriage probably should have ended years ago, and that their priority should be to serve the role as parents, not lovers.

A choice that Dominick was now regretting. Suzette seemed to find her outlet in drowning herself in work and extra shifts at the hospital with her job as a nurse, but Dominick never found an outlet for his libido. Dominick never told Suzette this, and after five years he felt his dam was about to burst. It said much that just seeing a pile of wood getting tied down was enough to make him hunger for the old days when he tied Suzette down, watched her struggle and moan into her gag, and made her submit to his power.

He was so entrenched into his sexually starved mind he did not notice the footsteps coming from behind him. "Hey, Dad? Can I...discuss something with you?" the passive and quiet voice spoke. Dominick turned around from his place on the couch and saw his younger daughter Emily with her hands clasped nervously. Her eyes then met the TV screen and saw the next bundle of lumber being bound and loaded. A scene that strangely elicited a blush from her.

"Is there something wrong Emily?" Dominick said attentively as he tried to literally think about anything other than his parched libido, and focusing on his daughter seemed like the perfect distraction right now.

"It's...private. Can I speak to you about this...alone? Emily mouthed nervously as her cheeks remained flushed for reasons that Dominick could not place. The glasses wearing girl had always been shy and reserved to the point where she never really made friends and did not have much of a life outside of her diligence with school and spent most of her free time at home.

"But your mother is stuck at work, and Sabrina is over with a friend tonight. No one is here but us already, so can't you discuss it here?" Dominick said somewhat confused by the statement. The question just prompted Emily to shift her legs nervously.

"Umm...can you just come up to my room? It will be easier to explain there." Emily said still acting somewhat shifty. Dominick decided not to push further, thinking doing so would just make his younger daughter even more uncomfortable. He rose to his feet and began heading for the stairs to the second floor. "Sorry you had to get up! But thank you!" Emily said in gratitude as she rushed on ahead of her father up the stairs to her room.

When Dominick finally caught up and arrived inside Emily's room, he saw his daughter sitting nervously on her bed. He closed the door behind him despite no one else being home. "So, what is so important that it requires such discretion?" Dominick asked half sarcastically.

Emily composed herself before speaking again, knowing how personal the question and request was going to be. "You and Mom are still...doing your BDSM nights together right?" she asked bluntly as she inquired about her parent's sex life. Dominick was floored by such an intrusive question. A question that just served as a passive aggressive reminder that the answer was a hard no, and that he was sexually starving as a result. But he was still smart enough to make an effort not to make his children worry about his marriage.

"Yes, we are. And please reserve any judgements as we are both consenting adults." Dominick lied as he put on the façade of a responsible parent setting appropriate boundaries.

"No judgements!" Emily said with timid defensiveness, "In fact...I was wondering if you could maybe...assist me regarding your field of expertise?" she said sheepishly as she got off the bed and pulled out a box discreetly hidden behind other boxes underneath her bed. Dominick looked attentively at the plain cardboard box being pulled out, somewhat fearful that he was about to be asked to help dispose of something criminal from his seemingly innocent daughter. But upon seeing the contents, it became apparent that she was far from pure.

No skeletons thankfully, but a sight that made Dominick's eyes widen all the same. Various coils of rope, duct tape, and several strips of white cloth just the right length and width for tying around someone's mouth or eyes. And beneath that, several volumes of the magazine "M-Brace", an erotic magazine that catered to bondage masochists. The kind that required a subscription, and therefore not something one just stumbles across. The evidence was staring Dominick right in the face. His daughter, was a budding masochist.

Dominick was overcome more by shock than libido in this moment. "How long have you been into this?" Dominick said monotone, still trying to process how this mousy, glasses wearing bookworm could be harboring such a kink beneath her seemingly innocent personality.

An awkward silence lingered before Emily responded. "Back when I walked in on you and Mom..."doing it", I felt really weird and confused by what I was seeing. I tried doing my own research to process what it was you were both doing, and I even tied myself up to try and understand it. Which led to me tying myself up more...and more. Before I knew it, I was looking up "those kind" of videos and buying..."those kind" of magazines to feed this feeling inside of me. Now I can't stop, nor do I want to..." Emily said as she confessed her kink.

Dominick stared blankly at Emily as he heard this, trying not to let the blood rush to his crotch at the revelation. "And...what does this have to do with me?" he said trying to remain not just understanding, but professional. Emily's face went from pink to bright red as she tried to find the proper words for her request.

"I've...been doing strictly self-bondage up until this point, but it's not really...doing it for me anymore. I...really want someone to teach me hands-on how to...be a submissive. Someone with experience who could groom me into a proper slave and pass me on to a proper master. I know I'm asking for something insane here but, do you think you could..." she paused longer than usual, "Please be my BDSM teacher!" she shouted trying to gather her courage.

Dominick was floored. As a parent he was horrified his own daughter could even suggest such a profane arrangement, but his carnal hunger on the other hand had just gotten its first whiff of food in half a decade and was already salivating in anticipation of a meal. He took a deep breath and tried to push the ravenous beast down before speaking. "Emily, this isn't..." he began before Emily cut him off.

"I know, I get it! I know you don't want to cheat on Mom, and that I'm your daughter, which is about as taboo as it gets, but I can't trust anyone other than you in my life to guide my growth as an M and submissive." Emily pleaded in desperation. "As long as we don't go over the line with anything, we could keep this purely professional! Please, just...give it some thought before rejecting me..." Emily concluded, hoping she made her case.

Dominick knew the answer was no. Any sane parent would say no. They would try to keep their daughter off the deviant path or at least find someone other than themselves to "educate" their daughter on such matters so a boundary would not be crossed. But that hypothetical parent does not have to worry about sexual deprivation or an unfed appetite for BDSM, whereas he does. And in his weakness, he gave in. "Alright. I'll be a temporary master for you and respect your wishes." he said somewhat shamefully.

"R...really!?" Emily mouthed nervously not expecting him to comply with her outlandish request. She recomposed herself and tried to gather her thoughts as she had no solid plan past this point. "In that case...do you think we can start right now? Mom and Sabrina won't be back at least until tomorrow so...maybe you could give me an introductory lesson?" she inquired cautiously.

"Sure...I can do that." Dominick said cautiously in turn. He eyeballed the restraints in the box and then again at his shy bespectacled daughter. 'The clothes she's wearing could get wrinkled or damaged by the restraints, though I wager she's still religiously wearing her signature plain white T-shirt and bike short underneath her layers.' he thought to himself. "Disrobe while I gather the supplies." Dominick instructed out of courtesy for her wardrobe.

"Ummm...sure. That makes sense..." Emily whimpered as she turned red again. While she began peeling off her winter layers, Dominick pulled the box of "Daughter's First Self-Bondage Kit" to him and became laser focused on its contents trying to figure out what he should use. The whole time he kept trying to convince himself that this whole ordeal was perfectly okay.

'It's fine. She just wants an introduction, nothing more.' he thought to himself. 'Just tie her up, walk her through the process, let her enjoy herself, and you'll get a small outlet for your own libido. Just enough to keep yourself sane. I'll be...fine.' he continued on trying to justify this quid pro quo was more for his daughter's sake than his own. Dominick decided on a simple tie with the white duct tape in the box. Basic and vanilla so as not scare his inexperienced daughter and minimize his own perverse thoughts.

"I'm ready..." Emily said anxiously having completed her undressing. Dominick took and deep breath, grabbed the roll of white duct tape, and got up to face his daughter. But what he saw undermined his efforts to keep this bondage arrangement professional. Rather than strip down to just her tee and shorts, Emily was completely naked, wearing little more than her glasses as her remaining clothing. Dominick was stunned in every sense of the word.

"Whoa, why the hell are you stark naked!?" Dominick exclaimed in disbelief. But despite the shock he could not deny the sumptuous sight in front of him. While not the most well-endowed, Emily's figure was truly pristine. Slim and smooth from top to bottom with no excess hair or blemishes. An artistic nude that any Roman sculptor would kill to recreate, and a far cry from the image of a bookworm that Dominick always had of her.

"But...you said to disrobe!" Emily retorted with a volume she wasn't used to speaking in.

"I meant to your shirt and shorts! You didn't have to take everything off!" Dominick said defensively, trying to absolve himself of blame. Emily turned beet red again upon realizing the misunderstanding, prompting Dominick to rapidly correct the course. "Just put some layers back on if you're uncomfortable." he said trying to fix this misunderstanding. Emily remained flushed, but steadily seemed to compose herself before speaking again.

"No...it's okay. You've already seen all of me, so no sense covering up at this point. We can...proceed as is. This sort of attire seems well in line with the submission training after all." Emily said, trying to defend her choice. Hearing this, Dominick could not tell if she was simply comfortable with being that exposed or if she was just too ashamed to backtrack after the mistake. Either way, it seemed nudity was now going to be a part of Emily's first lesson in masochism.

"If you're fine with it, I'll respect your decision." Dominick tried to say as professionally as he could as he approached his younger daughter on the bed and tried to not make it obvious that he was getting a massive boner in his pants at this erotic development. He got up on Emily's bed with her and went behind her to prepare applying the restraints, but also so she would not have easy viewing of his pants, and so he himself did not have direct view of her nipples or pussy.

"Emily...exactly how far do you want me to take our introductory session together? I mean...what are the rules for what I can and can't subject you to as part of my "training" with you?" Dominick asked carefully, already feeling like he was inches away from crossing a boundary and falling right off a moral cliff.

Emily looked back rather nervously before responding. "As long as it's nothing over the line, I'll be okay with it. I don't want you to feel like you have to completely water the experience down for me since that would defeat the purpose. You can shackle and muzzle me, tie weights to my legs, and drive me to an ocean cliff, but just don't toss me in." she explained with a rather grim but thematically appropriate metaphor.

"Understood. If you want the full experience without any of the consequences, I will try to be weary not to let you drown at the bottom of the sea." Dominick replied, finishing the metaphor in the process. "This is just an introductory class after all" he said trying to convince himself as much as her. "Arms behind your back please, and we can begin."

Keeping the restraints as simple but as effective as possible, Dominick wrapped the white duct tape over the entirety of Emily's forearms nestled on top of each other, binding them to one another and rendering them useless behind her back. "This should work for your arm restraints. Now bend both of your legs up towards me so I can bind them next." Dominick instructed, trying to sound disinterested in spite of the fact that his libido was going crazy. It didn't even matter if this was his daughter. He was just ecstatic to finally bind the female form again after so long.

Emily complied and bent her legs as far as she could. Her legs now in reach, Dominick leaned forward from behind her and began wrapping the tape around her ankles and thighs. As he did the wrapping, he did not realize his erect manhood was now pressed against his daughter's bare back. Emily felt the bulge, and despite the initial shock of the feeling, she gave it no further thought as she knew any man with this fetish would be hard in this situation, daughter or not.

"Would you like a gag too?" Dominick offered cautiously, but he knew this was not consideration for Emily's sake. With each loop of the duct tape that went around his nude nubile daughter, he could feel his old self coming back to the surface, and he was hungering for more than what he was offering her. 'If I could get as many restraints on her as possible, that would surely satisfy both of our needs, right?' he thought, now increasingly trying to find any excuse to justify his carnal hunger in this moment.

"Yes please." Emily responded comfortably with the same tone as if she had just been offered a cube of sugar for her tea. And so, without a single word for fear of what may slip out, Dominick peeled off a strip of the white tape, pressed the adhesive strip against his daughter's mouth from behind with both hands, and smoothed it firmly over his daughter's lips. Emily innocently then turned her head to look upon the man binding her. "Mmmff, hhmmmpphh!" she moaned as she tested the gag, never breaking eye contact with her Dad all the while.

Seeing his daughter's taped over mouth and hearing her gag talk caused him to lose his inhibitions briefly. Without warning he tore off another strip and applied it more firmly over the existing one, chasing the sexual high and thrill it gave him all the while getting a carnal buzz. Dominick did so again with another strip, hardly able to contain the excitement of getting to gag a cute girl again, but after the second of the crisscrossed strips, he caught himself. "Sorry, but I figured you wouldn't want the gag to fall off." he hastily defended.

"Mmphh, mmmfff, hmmfff..." Emily responded back, seeming to convey understanding but also a certain level of excitement on her end too. They had only just begun, but Dominick could already tell Emily was clearly enjoying the experience. For once, there was a man doing the binding, and the bindings were far more effective than she could ever do on her own. Masochistic bondage training was the point here, and realizing that made Dominick less cagey about "educating" his daughter.

"Lesson 1: Become fully aware of your senses. Pull at your restraints, try to escape, and focus on the feelings of helplessness and of the might of your captor. A delicious meal means nothing if you don't savor it." Dominick advised with his first teaching, savoring the feeling of playing Emily's captor all the while.

"Mmmpphh...MMMFFFF!!" Emily moaned as she flailed against her tape binds and contorted her body per her father and teacher's instructions, all the while soaking in the sensation of powerlessness and the masochistic thrill that came from it.

Any time she got too aggressive in her struggle, Dominick hastily held her in place, keeping her from harming herself and asserting his complete dominance over her all in one. Dominick himself could barely keep himself composed. Lured in by the scent of the savory appetizer in front of him, he wanted a nibble at the plate in front of him.

"Lesson 2: Give yourself over to the euphoria as if it were your guiding goddess." Dominick pontificated as he slowly reached from behind Emily and grabbed her breasts. Though apprehensive at first, he began massaging them gingerly in his hands.

"Mmmmmmff..." Emily purred as she closed her eyes and let the physical stimulation overtake her body. What Emily lacked in size she made up for with carnal sensitivity in her tits. Sensitivity that prompted a loud squeak when Dominick suddenly pinched her nipples. "MMMPPHHH!" she moaned as she winced in equal parts pain and pleasure.

The sexual fire in her was burning well, but in Dominick all the more so. Prompting him to retract one hand and grope her firm butt next. "Mmmpphh..." she mewed again as her ass got manhandled.