Stepdaddy's Vacation (Patreon)

So, this is what made the poll, the first montly exclusive scene. I hope you like it, some additional versions are to follow soon!

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„Oh my gawd!“, Tiffany screamed when Chelsea entered the room. Her best friend had called her over and promised to show her something totally fucked up. But what she pulled down the hallway and what now clumsily walked inside was more deserving of that term than Tiffany could have ever imagined! At the end of the chain she was holding was Mr. Scott, Chelsea’s super bossy stepfather! Only he barely looked like himself: he was dressed up in garters and stockings, his feet laced up into shiny boots forcing him to walk on his tiptoes, and his penis was stuffed into a tiny tube at the end of a ring encircling his testicles. His hands rendered useless by strangely looking mitts, fastened to a leather belt surrounding his abdomen, and with his ankles shackled together, Mr. Scott moved like a drunken chicken. While trying to keep his balance, he made pitiful noises through a large steel ring strapped into his mouth, keeping his jaws wide apart. It also seemed like he was wearing makeup, although it was smeared by tears and sweat running down his whole body. When the creature realized Tiffany on his stepdaughter’s bed, its eyes widened and the noises got louder, a shade of red rushing to its face in what must have been the most embarrassing moment of its life.

“Holy fuck Chelsea! What did you do to him?” she asked after the initial shock had worn off. “What, me?”, Chelsea asked back, shacking her blonde hair, and setting up a confused face. “I did nothing! He did this to himself! Well, not all of it, to be fair… Okay, let me explain. You remember I told you about that business trip my mum had to take?” She casually pulled the leash, almost causing Mr. Scott to fall over. He locked eyes with Tiffany in panic, a silent plea for help. Tiffany just smiled back and said: “I sure do! That 4-months-trip to Europe to set up the company’s overseas headquarter. Didn’t she leave yesterday?” Mr. Scott made some gurgling sounds, trying to say something. “Shut the fuck up, sissy-freak!”, was Chelsea’s reply. “Yeah, she left, and so did I. I had no interest in staying with Mr. ‘keep-to-your-room-and-turn-the-music-off’ over here! I wanted to spend some time with Marc at his family’s beach house. Well, sadly I had forgotten my new bikini, you know, the slutty one. I mean, it’s Marc, right? He’s super hot!” Marc was actually very hot, so Tiffany nodded in agreement.

“Anyway, I went back to pick it up, and when I entered my room, I found him in here! Dressed like a fucking whore, with makeup and everything, he was lying on my bed, all tied up! And, brace yourself: he was covered in my worn pantyhose!” Mr. Scott looked to the floor in shame as Chelsea spilled the details of his perversions. “You’re fucking kidding me, right?”, Tiffany said. Since she had known Mr. Scott he had always been such a macho guy, commanding Chelsea around whenever her mother was not at home and generally being an asshole. He never allowed any parties in the house and behaved like he owned it, although he didn’t even have a job at the moment. Now that she thought about it, Tiffany recalled him staring at her legs like a creep whenever she wore pantyhose on several occasions. He must have been a real pervert! “I am NOT!”, Chelsea continued, “I screamed at first because I thought he was a pervert burglar or something… but then I quickly realized what had happened. So, I made sure he couldn’t reach his escape key and took some pics while he squirmed and cursed me or something, I couldn’t understand. Then I noticed the box he had placed on the floor, filled with weird fetish and bondage stuff. And I decided to dress him up some more!”

Tiffany laughed at that thought, the realization of what opportunity they had at their hands slowly sinking in. “I forced him to walk through the whole house in these boots, up and down the stairs, until he was really good at it. And so, so very exhausted and desperate. He told me everything when I unbuckled his gag. He had waited for my mum and me to leave so he could live his sick fantasies alone and undisturbed. Imagine that, he had planned to get himself all horny wearing that chastity thing so he could jerk off later into my pantyhose! And I recorded all of his confession!” Mr. Scott adjusted his position again, mumbling something while saliva dripped from the ring gag. “You only talk when asked, you fucking pig!”, Chelsea corrected him once more. “Do you have the keys?”, that was all Tiffany could think of now. “The key to his chastity cage?” Triumphantly, Chelsea pulled the two small keys from her pocket and let them jingle. Tiffany smiled at the sight. “You know what that means, Chelsea? Your stepdaddy is so fucked right now… with him trussed up like this, your mum away and all the evidence we have – including the only keys to his cock – he’s our sissy slut now!” Mr. Scott produced a desperate squeal, followed by sobbing. Chelsea ignored him. She was thinking about Tiffany’s suggestion. “You mean…”

“I mean”, Tiffany interrupted, now with a growing seriousness in her voice, “We leave him bound and gagged the whole time your mother’s away. I guess they’re texting most of the time anyway, so she will never now it’s not him replying. The house will be ours! Plus we can have a little payback on him. Pretty much anything you can think of, but the most important think is to keep him locked up in chastity all the time. I want him humiliated and denied, feeling like a helpless little sissy. The way he made us always feel. And when the time is up, we’ll keep this going. He’ll be at our mercy and do whatever the fuck we want him to. Or else we just let your mum in on everything. She’ll have a divorce and throw him out, penniless and with his dick locked away for good!” Even Chelsea looked startled at how dominant her friend suddenly was. But then, she smiled and turned to her stepfather. “Oh, I think that’s a great idea, making you our personal sissy slave! I know you will behave like a good girl. Don’t you think so, Daddy?”