Submitting to Daddy Pt. 03

Cassie pulled the big black SUV over onto the side of the road and turned off the engine. The stopping place was a favorite of hers, just a little dirt cutaway on a hilly section of road in their neighborhood, but it provided a beautiful view overlooking the rest of the town below. Immediately below them, stucco rooftops popped up among palm trees in serpentine patterns along meandering residential roads. Beyond that, downtown, with shopping centers and parking lots and office buildings, looming towers featuring logos of fast food restaurants, chain stores and gas stations. Then in the distance, the blinding gleam of the Pacific Ocean in the morning sun. She always found the view comforting.

She turned to her daughter in the passenger seat. They were both fully dressed, she in yoga pants and a tank top, Jax in a clean T-shirt and shorts again, only this time with a bra.

"Our appointment actually doesn't start for 45 minutes, and I thought it might be good to just sit and talk for a bit. I love this spot, and you've had quite a morning."

Jax smiled back at her. Cassie was amazed at how well she was taking this huge lifestyle change. She thought back to the many nights she and Eric had stayed up making plans for this day, sketching out scenarios and approaches and all the ways Jax might react. Now that the biggest hump was past, all their fretting and deliberation seemed like overkill, but she reminded herself that this morning might not have gone so well without their careful planning.  

"Do you have any questions for me, honey? Or any thoughts you had in your conversation with Daddy? Ask me anything; nothing you say will upset me."

Jax looked up, thinking. Cassie took the opportunity to let her eyes wander over her daughter's clothed body. She knew it was only a matter of time before she would be enjoying that body herself -- at her husband's request, of course -- and she especially wanted to feel those small, perky nipples in her mouth. The thought sent a bolt of arousal through her own body, giving her a strong urge to touch herself, but Jax's voice brought her back down to earth.

"Umm, I definitely have a lot of questions," Jax said, "but it's kind of hard to pin one down right now. They're all flying through my head at once. I guess the big one is kind of, why do you like submitting to Daddy so much? I mean, he kind of explained it, about how it can give peace of mind and stuff, but it's still hard to wrap my head around."

Cassie nodded. "Let me answer your question with a question of my own: How far have you gone with a boy?"

Jax blushed and covered her mouth. "Ummm ..."

Cassie giggled. "It's OK honey! There's no wrong answer. And you don't have to tell me who it was or when or anything like that."

"I ... I let Zack Ellington take my bra off and feel my boobs."

Cassie knew about the boy in question. Not well, but enough to pull up a mental picture. A classic SoCal type: a sandy-haired blond, wide-open handsome face, tall and athletic. Played football or basketball, something like that, probably surfed on the weekends. She was happy for Jax; he seemed like a good kid, probably treated her well.

"And did you like it?"

"Yeah, I did. We were kissing and stuff and I was nervous because Caroline had already gone to second base with Frank Rinaldi, and she said he squeezed too hard and it hurt. But Zack was really gentle and sweet."

Cassie nodded, glad. "Did you like how it felt to be in his arms, to have his hands on you?"

Jax blushed again. "Yeah, I did. I remember how the fingers on his right hand were all rough and calloused because he's a pitcher on the baseball team. His hands were so strong. When he felt me it was really ... sexy." She smiled bashfully, as if saying the word out loud for the first time.

Cassie laughed. "Haha, it's OK honey. That does sound really sexy. Let me ask you this, and don't be embarrassed: Did you get wet?"

Blushing harder now, Jax nodded. Cassie nodded back to her. "I bet you did. And to keep things totally honest with you, it made me wet hearing you talk about it."

"Really?" Jax's eyes were big, questioning.

Cassie nodded. "Do you want to see?"

Jax nodded back to her, slowly but firmly.

Without a moment's hesitation, Cassie unbuckled her seatbelt and scooted her butt off the seat. She yanked her yoga pants and black thong down to her knees and spread her legs as wide as the tight spandex material would allow, twisting her body toward the passenger seat. Jax craned her neck forward and unbuckled her own seatbelt to get a better angle.  

Cassie was completely hairless below the waist, and with the sunlight pouring in from the sunroof above them, the moisture glistening in her folds was impossible to miss. She touched two fingers to her opening -- the momentary pressure on her clit felt amazing -- and a long strand of wetness followed as she slowly pulled her hand back. She looked at her daughter, who was watching the demonstration in mute captivation. The tips of her white teeth were visible where she was biting her lower lip.

Cassie spoke in a soft, confiding voice. She didn't want to break the spell of the moment. "Do you feel what I feel right now, honey? That butterflies-in-your-stomach feeling?"

"Yes." Jax's voice was uncharacteristically throaty, her eyes still glued to Cassie's groin.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes," Jax said again. Cassie brought her two wet fingers back to her pussy and began to rub her clit in slow, circular movements. Jax watched, enraptured.

"Think about Zack Ellington's big, rough hands on you, sliding up your stomach and under your bra. Think about feeling his strength, letting his powerful hands touch you. Giving up yourself to him, completely."

Jax gulped and squirmed her legs against each other unconsciously.  

"Touch yourself." Cassie cooed the words, her voice barely above a whisper. Jax obeyed as if hypnotized, sliding her hand into her shorts. She took a deep breath in as her fingers touched her clit.

"This is how it feels to submit to Daddy, honey. To be perfect for him. To lose yourself in his strength. To feel his pleasure become your pleasure. To submit to him is to feel this way, always."

Jax's eyes had closed and breath quickened as her hand worked against her slit. With a force of will, Cassie stopped rubbing herself and watched Jax's breasts rise and fall with each sharp intake of breath.

"However good Zack made you feel, Daddy's strength is a thousand times that. To serve his strength -- it's the most important thing in the world. To surrender yourself to him is bliss."

Jax's thin body was writhing in the seat next to her, and Cassie reached over to gently caress the arm protruding from her shorts.

"Slower, honey," she whispered into Jax's ear. "Don't go over the edge. Only Daddy tells us when we can do that. Daddy knows what's best."

Eric had given strict instructions not to let Jax cum without him present. In fact, Cassie wasn't allowed to cum without Eric's permission either, and she was right on the edge. She hadn't been allowed to cum in several days, and she needed to cool down even after that small stimulation.

"Take a deep breath with me, honey," Cassie said, holding Jax's arm softly. Both veterans of many yoga classes, they closed their eyes and slowly inhaled and exhaled together, letting the tension of their arousal start to melt away.  

Cassie opened her eyes first and watched as Jax exhaled again before opening hers. They smiled at one another.  

"One more thing before we go," Cassie said. "I know Daddy hasn't seen you yet, but would you please pull your shorts and panties down for a moment?"

Jax looked a little surprised, but at this point, it was hardly stranger than anything else that had happened today. After a brief hesitation, she scooted her clothes to her upper thighs, leaving her bare ass on the seat.  

"A little farther down, honey," Cassie said. "And spread your legs just a bit." 

Jax let her legs splay out in a decidedly unladylike manner, revealing an inverted triangle of short pubic hair above a small, tidy vagina that was slightly obscured by the same short fuzz. Even through the hair, Cassie could see a faint glisten among her slender folds.

"You have a beautiful pussy," Cassie said, a trifle wistfully. Oh to be young and firm.

Jax was blushing furiously and had trouble meeting her mother's gaze, but she was also smiling.  

"I can see you've kept up shaving your bikini line," Cassie said. "I remember teaching you that when I taught you how to shave your legs." She paused for a moment. "I wasn't sure whether maybe your friends had taught you to shave the whole thing, but just in case, I made a waxing appointment at the spa today. And it's a good thing I did. We're going to get you your first Brazilian!"

Jax's eyes widened. "Wait, waxing? Doesn't that hurt?"

"It does, I won't lie to you," Cassie said, chuckling. "Especially for your first time. But I'll be there with you the whole time and it's not so bad after a few minutes when you've gotten used to it and you get a bit numb."

"Aren't you going to get one, too?" Jax asked.

"No, I won't," Cassie said. "But only because I don't need one. I've had laser hair removal done down there, so there's no more hair. This is one of the few rules Daddy is really strict about. Assuming we continue with this little experiment of ours, you won't have any pubic hair for the rest of the summer."

Jax's blush had been replaced by a look of genuine concern. Cassie thought it was funny that after everything today, getting waxed was what was really spooking her.

"It's OK, honey," she said, stroking her hand. "This is part of being a woman. It's part of being Daddy's woman. It's not the most fun, but it'll be over before you know it. And if you get nervous, remember you're being brave for Daddy. He's going to be so proud of you when you get home, and in that moment, it's going to all be so worth it. Trust me."

Jax turned the corners of her mouth up into a brave little smile and nodded at Cassie, who laughed. Jax pulled her shorts back up while Cassie turned the car on.

"That's my girl!" Cassie shifted into drive and pulled away from the curb. "And we'll do the waxing first to get it out of the way, then facial, massage, hot tub, the whole nine yards. Let's go have some fun."

Jax reached for the radio. Taylor Swift was playing, and they were both singing before they reached the end of the block, the summer sun blowing through their blonde hair.

T-Swift was still on the radio three hours later when Cassie's SUV pulled into the driveway. The song cut off mid-chorus when she switched the engine off, but she and Jax finished the rest of the hook together a cappella, Jax singing into her phone as a makeshift microphone. She looked dewy and refreshed, her hair still a little damp from the post-spa shower. She'd taken the waxing like a champ, just as Cassie expected, any pain quickly forgotten thanks to the incredible hour-long massage that followed, not to mention the steam room and sauna.

Cassie followed Jax inside the house and paused behind the closed front door while she untied her shoes. Jax trotted ahead, heading for the kitchen.

"Honey," Cassie called from her crouch, "come back here for a moment. We're forgetting something."

Jax stopped in her tracks and turned to look at her mother, confused. Cassie placed her shoes neatly on the shoe rack and began removing her shirt. Jax's eyes widened, and she hurried back to the entryway.

"Oh sorry Mom, I forgot!" Jax kicked her sneakers off without using her hands, nudging them with her toe toward the rack.

"Completely all right, sweetie." Cassie folded her tank top and placed it on top of her shoes. "It'll take some getting used to, but even when Daddy's not here we should still follow the rules."

Following her mother's lead, Jax removed her T-shirt and held it awkwardly under her arm while she unclasped her bra. "Do you know when Daddy will be home?"

"Probably not for a few hours," Cassie said, rolling her yoga pants down her legs. Eric had planned a long day at the country club -- 18 holes, then a late lunch in the clubhouse and maybe a drink at the bar -- to give Jax plenty of space. He didn't want her to feel like she was immediately on display in her own home. Cassie loved how thoughtful he was.

Jax nodded. Her shorts were now a wad of mesh in her hand, leaving just the lacy panties on her slim, tanned body. Cassie was pleased at how comfortable Jax already seemed stripping in front of her. She shimmied her own sports bra off, and they paused for a moment, each drinking in the other's beautiful body.

"I know I said this before, but I really am so glad that we're doing this," Cassie said. "I can't wait to share everything with you."

"Me too, Mom! I want you to teach me everything."

Jax's wide, genuine smile was too much for Cassie, and she stepped forward to embrace her daughter. They were within an inch of one another's height, and their breasts pressed together as they hugged. Cassie could feel hard nipples poking into her flesh, activating her barely dormant arousal, and she began slowly gyrating against her daughter. She had no idea if Jax was attracted to women, but she certainly hadn't shied away from their experiment in the car earlier. Frankly, Cassie didn't care either way; she was too horny, and Jax's tight, warm body felt incredible against her.

When Jax didn't pull away, Cassie slipped one of her legs between both of Jax's, who took the cue to start grinding her crotch against Cassie's thigh. Cassie's hands roamed Jax's back, pressing her against her thigh, and Jax let out a small moan. "Remember, don't cum," Cassie whispered into her ear, reminding herself just as much as her daughter. Eric hadn't explicitly sanctioned this activity, but Cassie had a clear sense of what he wanted, and she knew he would support anything that furthered Jax's excitement for their new arrangement. She did fight back an urge to feel up Jax's tits; Eric should be the first to cross that bridge.

Their bodies twisted and contorted against one another, and suddenly Cassie found Jax's face in front of hers. Before she knew she was going to do it, she kissed her daughter on the mouth. She felt Jax's body clench against her, then relax as she began to kiss back. Their lips parted and Cassie's tongue tentatively darted into Jax's mouth, where it found a willing counterpart. Soon their tongues were dancing together, sliding along their full lengths like horny teens at the prom.

They remained entwined for what felt like hours but was actually barely a minute. Feeling Jax's movements begin to speed up, Cassie forced herself to tear away. They stared hungrily into each other's eyes for a moment before looking away with sheepish grins.

"What do you say we put our clothes away before we get too carried away," Cassie said, reasserting herself into a motherly role. Even she couldn't believe they had just kissed that way, like lovers. She kept waiting for it to feel strange, but the feeling never came. It had just been incredibly hot. She could feel wetness on her thigh, cool against the air conditioning.

"Haha, yeah, good idea," Jax said. She looked a little surprised at the proceedings as well, but she met Cassie's eyes confidently enough. She had never dropped her clothes throughout the encounter, and reshuffling them into the crook of one arm, she walked a few paces to the foot of the stairs and smiled back at her mom. "See you in a bit."

Up in her room, Jax dropped her clothes onto her bed. She stared at them for a moment before picking them back up and putting them into her dresser. She took a deep breath, still trying to let the electricity of the encounter with her mother dissipate. She looked around the room as if seeing it with new eyes. It seemed bizarre that everything in here should be the same as she left it this morning when everything downstairs was so radically different.

She turned to the full-length mirror on the back of the closed door. She had never been shy about looking at herself naked, but now she looked at herself in a different way, critically, as another person would see her. She found she liked what she saw, letting her hands run over her breasts and flat stomach. She had seen naked women in movies and on TV, but she had never watched porn or gone searching for salacious material, so she didn't have a clear idealized image of female nudity in her mind to compare herself to. Still, she was pleased with the tight pink circles of her nipples, only slightly larger than a quarter,

Her eyes scanned downward on her reflection, reaching her panties. She smiled when she noticed the damp splotch in front of her slit. Then all of a sudden, she remembered about the waxing. The trepidation and symbolic nature of the procedure had overshadowed reality of it -- for the first time since puberty, she was now completely hairless under panties. She hadn't had time to take a good look at the spa.

Tentatively, she flipped the top of her panties down, revealing her bald pubic mound. The skin was only faintly pink by now, and she traced one finger over the smooth dimples, a sensation that was both slightly ticklish and more than slightly arousing. Encouraged, she slowly edged the material lower, uncovering herself like an archaeologist dusting off a precious treasure long hidden.

Standing in front of the mirror with her panties around her legs, she couldn't see much of her folds before they curved away between her slender thighs, just the top of a tidy slit poking between two puffy outer lips. Jax knew at once that she loved how she looked with no pubic hair. The smoothness, the clean blankness of her groin was enthralling, and it was only accentuated by the sharp distinction between her all-over tan and the pale white skin normally hidden by a bikini bottom.

But beyond the visual appeal, what really excited her was the idea that she had done this to please Daddy. This was how he liked his girls, and she had withstood her anxiety and pain to provide it for him. Perhaps paradoxically given the visual of a hairless groin, it made her feel quite adult. After the intoxicating way her mother had described life in submission to Daddy, Jax was excited for him to come home and see her.

The idea of Daddy admiring her sent a thrill through her body, and she ran the middle finger of her right hand up and down the length of her slit. As the pressure raked over her bare clit, she let out an involuntary moan and her legs buckled, forcing her to reach for the mirror for support. She didn't know if it was the increased sensitivity from the waxing or her super-charged arousal, but the sensation had been far more intense than she anticipated. She realized she was one false move away from climaxing, and she quickly pulled her right hand away and yanked her panties up, not wanting to risk breaking one of Daddy's big rules on her first day.

Needing a breather, she sprawled on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She lay there for several minutes taking deep breaths and listening to the dull whir of the AC vent, but it was hard to keep her pussy off her mind. Her sex was almost pulsing, feeling like an engine revving in neutral; one more touch and it would lock into gear and be off to the races.

She could count on two hands the number of times she'd masturbated, and it would probably only take one hand to count the number of times she'd orgasmed. So as tempting as slipping her fingers into her panties was, it wasn't quite second nature to her, which made it easier to obey her daddy's orders. Even so, her hand lingered on the rise of her pubic mound, fingertips skirting the thin waistband.

That was the position Eric found her in when poked his head into the room not long after. He watched her bare breasts rise and fall as she slept, and he smiled when he noticed her hand at the entrance to her panties. He lingered for a long moment before softly closing the door.

Several hours later, after a dinner that had been remarkable in its normalcy considering that two of the participants were wearing nothing but lacy underwear, Eric lay in his bed deep in thought. Cassie had given him a full rundown of the afternoon's events earlier that day while Jax slept, and he now absent-mindedly ran his fingers through her hair as she bobbed her head between his legs.

He had completely trusted Cassie to carry out his vision for Jax's training in his absence, but he was still surprised by how swimmingly everything appeared to have gone. He had been especially glad to hear about their impassioned dalliance behind the front door; Jax was embracing their new lifestyle more readily than he had dared hope.

"You did such good work today, my love," Eric said. He closed his eyes momentarily to savor the warmth of his wife's mouth on his cock. He was large, and she had become quite the adept deep-throater over the years. She had been at it for 10 minutes already and was still swallowing him to the hilt with each forward stroke. She stroked his balls lovingly just the way he liked it, and when he opened his eyes again, he could see her exposed pussy and asshole reflected back to him from the mirror on the back of the bedroom door. She was a good wife.

After a deep breath, he continued, speaking ruminatively as if thinking aloud: "Jax is such a remarkable girl. I'm so impressed by how quickly she's adapting. In fact, I think we can revise our expectations for the next few days. Obviously we don't want to get carried away, but I don't think we need to proceed as slowly as we originally planned."

He placed a gentle hand around the back of Cassie's neck to hold her to her task and signal that her response was not necessary. She looked up at him from his crotch and he smiled down at her. "Don't make plans tomorrow, honey," he said. "I have some ideas."

With that decided, he released his hold against the orgasm that had been building inside him and was soon filling Cassie's mouth with cum. She didn't remove her lips from him until every drop had been swallowed, then she kissed his cock and balls all over, crawled into bed next to him and switched off the lamp.