Caged Dad

CHAPTER 1

"Daddy's girl. She was always Daddy's girl. I spent nine months nurturing her with my body - thanks for your small contribution, by the way - then gave her my milk, changed her nappies, helped her through her periods, and she was still Daddy's girl!"

That was my wife, as you might guess.

"She can twist you round her little finger! Well, you'll neither of you have me to look after you, so I hope it works out. You might notice how much housework there is, without me."

She softened.

"Seriously, I hope you both find partners. It was OK for a while, but I had to move on, and Grant is the man I need now."

As far as divorces go, it had been amicable. She had found someone else and moved out, leaving me and our daughter Liana in the house. Liana had come back after university and had also moved on quite a bit.

By which I mean she was a confident woman, and (how shall I put it?) sexually active. I knew of at least three boyfriends in the past, and suspected there had been more at university. I think she was seeing someone, though I didn't know who, and he never came round.

And very attractive. Probably at the peak of her sexual desirability.

So sometimes when she was around in skimpy clothes, it was more than fatherly pride I felt.

She even hugged me once and felt my erection.

"Oh Daddy!" she said, "Is that for me?"

"I just need a pee," I blustered.

"It's all right, Dad," she said, kissing me.

"I'm glad to know you can still get it up, and I hope you find another woman to use it on!"

A bit later the same day, she was serious as we sat on the sofa together.

"Look, Dad. I love you, and I enjoy sex, but you know you're the one man in the world I can't have sex with. I'm sure you wouldn't want incest either. But you like women, and I think I'm quite attractive, so your cock doesn't know any better. I don't mind, I really don't, so don't be ashamed."

She added "Obviously, don't wave it at me! But if it happens, it happens. And if you think of me when you have a wank, then I'd be quite pleased, really."

We didn't say anything more, and though I tried to concentrate on porn, I did think of her actually. Fucking my own daughter!

Not that I wanted to, really. It would be wrong, but that's what made the idea so exciting.

Well, that was that sorted. We had other things to consider. Mainly what my wife had done, which was now up to us.

'Us' mainly turned out to be me. Round her little finger!

Still, she was my beautiful daughter, enjoying her job, her friends and life in general. Which was all I wanted, really, and I was so glad to be around every day. I didn't mind doing the housework while she was out most evenings. I did most of the shopping, though obviously she got her own clothes, and sometimes bought food or other things she fancied.

She made sure I was decently turned out for work and told me when I needed a haircut.

She told me funny things or who had exasperated her at work, and what she was up to with her boyfriend - not the sex, of course, just as friends.

I guess there had been some hesitation with me around, but eventually she asked if I would mind him coming round. (For sex, though she didn't say that.) I told her it was her home, and it had been OK before, when her Mum was still around.

"Yeah, but that was when you had each other to cuddle. Wouldn't it disturb you?"

Well, it probably would, but I said no, of course not. She must get on with her life, and pretend I wasn't there.

To her credit, she did, and I was glad to hear her happiness sometimes, or meet a naked man on the landing in the night.

CHAPTER 2

It turned out to be more than one boyfriend. There were three I knew of who visited, but I suspect there may have been others whom she never brought home. A bit different from our day, but that's how it is, I guess.

I hoped she'd settle down some day, so misunderstood when she said something to me.

"I wish I had husband just like you, Daddy."

"That's nice of you darling. I'm sure you'll find the right man soon. I mean, your mum and me had a over twenty years together, and of course we had you. It was good while it lasted, but maybe that's the way it is today, everything doesn't have to be for life."

"You were a cuckold, right, Dad?"

I blushed.

"Technically yes, but I don't think people use that word today. It's a bit old-fashioned."

"Oh, but they do! There's a whole thing called the cuckold lifestyle, and that's what I really fancy."

I was puzzled.

"You mean you want a husband to be unfaithful to?"

She kissed me.

"Oh, yes, Daddy, I do, I do!"

She looked at me seriously.

"But Mum didn't tell you she was screwing someone else, did she? That's just adultery. In the cuckold lifestyle, that's the whole point. She does tell him. Goes off and screws then comes back and tells him all the juicy details. Sometimes she makes him watch!"

I guess I was frowning.

"So that's why you have more than one boyfriend, to make the others jealous?"

"No, it doesn't work. They know I screw around and don't mind at all. I can't stop them having other girls, so it's not at all like a husband."

I laughed.

"Well, I'm sorry, darling. I don't think there's any way I could help you."

She went red, and spoke hesitantly.

"Actually, there is. I know if I wasn't your daughter you'd like to fuck me - no, don't deny it. I like the idea, but we're never going to do it. All I really need is for you want to, but not be able to."

"Don't say anything. But if you get it up when my boyfriend is here, I'd love to think you were jealous."

"I,..." I began

"No, I'm not expecting you to tell me, but I really hope you do, and give yourself a lovely wank."

Well, that wasn't difficult to manage. I didn't say anything, but I was sure she could tell by the satisfied look on her face as she looked at me when the latest boy had been persuaded to leave.

One evening she had a surprise for me.

"Daddy, Daddy! I want you to do something for me. It's really silly, but please, please, please do try it!"

She produced a package which contained a metal thing.

"This is a cock cage, and I'd like you to try it on. Not with me, just in private."

"Is this some kind of sex toy?" I asked, and she laughed.

"No, it's an anti-sex toy. When a man wears it, he can't have sex. I'll show you."

"Not on you, silly!" she added as I drew back in alarm.

"Just here. This cage goes on your cock when it's small and relaxed. This ring goes behind your balls, and they join together like this. Then this padlock goes on it. When it's on, you can't get it up, no matter how much you want. You have to be unlocked. It's used in sex games where the woman has the key. All I want to do is to try wearing it and see how long you can last. Just at home, of course, and you'll have the key."

She was really blushing heavily.

"I'd really like to think of you wearing it. I know it's kinky, but what's the harm?"

I don't think I agreed, but later I found it on my bedside table along with some 'personal lubricant'.

I put it in the drawer.

Then lay in bed with a stiff cock thinking about the cage. Where's the sense in that?

About 2 a.m. I had to have a wank, and washed myself clean with a flannel and cold water. Then it was a mixture of annoying and intriguing until I finally got it right, and slipped the padlock through to secure it. I was just about to snap it shut when a thought occurred to me.

Suppose she had given me the wrong keys? That would be a sneaky trick!

I took the padlock off, and locked and unlocked it several times with both keys. I snapped it shut, and lay down. It was odd but not too bad. After a few minutes I decided I couldn't sleep in it, so took it off, rinsed it in the sink and wiped the lubricant off myself again.

I thought I wouldn't get to sleep, having strange thoughts, but the alarm annoyed me as usual.

Next time she went out, I put it on again, and wore it for an hour.

After a couple of weeks I could manage three hours, no trouble. Then one evening, as soon as she left, I put it on and waited till I heard her come home about 1 a.m.. I hadn't wanked that day, but when I took it off I had a really satisfying one.

Who would believe it? It was a sex toy - so nice when you stop!

CHAPTER 3

Next evening I had to tell her.

"Liana, darling, you know that sex cage thing?"

"Yes," she said, looking so eagerly at me that it was touching. Like giving her a present when she was hoping I'd bought the right doll.

"I tried it, as you asked, and it was all right."

Her face lit up.

"Really, how long did you last? An hour?"

"No, more than that. It was all the time you were out last night."

She looked stunned.

"But that was hours! Did you really? You were locked up all the time?"

"Yes. I only took it off when you got home."

"Oh my God! That's wonderful! I wish I'd known! Please tell me you'll do it again!"

I was embarrassed, but felt my cock stirring.

"Well, I suppose I could..,"

She hugged and kissed me.

"You're the best Dad in the world! I know it's silly, but I'd really love it."

The next time she had a date, she just said "Please, Daddy," as she went out, and I put it on.

I was sitting on the sofa watching TV when I heard her call out.

"Hi, Dad. I've brought Pavel for a nightcap."

Before I could do anything, I was being greeted by a pleasant young man, and we three had a drink together.

When he went to the toilet, she whispered "Quick! Can you show me?" so I undid my zip.

"Wow! Just amazing! He's not staying the night, so you will keep it on until he's gone, won't you?"

I said yes, of course, and did so.

I had some trouble concentrating on the late-night film, so was glad when the young man finally came out, used the bathroom, kissed Liana and wished me good night. She was just in a light dressing-gown with her makeup smudged, and looked beautiful.

She hurried over.

"Please let me have a proper look," she pleaded.

"Get your trousers off. I won't do anything I shouldn't, but I want to see."

I took them off, and thought I may as well take off my shirt as well. She'd seen my chest often enough.

She got down on her hands and knees and seemed entranced.

Then she got up, dropped her dressing gown and naked, kissed me on the lips, before going down and inspecting it closely.

"Wow! It must be quite a strain when it's trying to get up! This is so hot!"

"Er, Daddy, can I touch it?"

"I suppose," I said uncertainly, and felt her little hand taking the weight of the metal. I could also feel the blood trying to pump me up.

"Oh. It's incredible!"

She looked up at me, her eyes shining.

"It's better than I imagined. To think of a man lusting for me and being imprisoned like this! Can I unlock you?"

I didn't tell her where the key was, since there were two together, and she just might waltz off with both, so went and got one.

She unlocked me and watched fascinated as I took off the cage and slowly expanded.

There were tears in her eyes as she hugged and kissed me.

"Have a lovely wank, Daddy. You deserve it!"

I did, of course, thinking only of her.

Then I put it back on and tried to sleep, but had to take it off later.

She didn't have a partner every night, so the following evening we had a good discussion. There was one important matter. She cajoled me into saying what she wanted to hear.

"Darling, you're a very attractive woman, and you make me really horny. I do wish I could fuck you. You're the only one I think about when I wank, and I'm really jealous of your boyfriends. But most of all, I love you."

She seemed to be crying with happiness.

"Daddy, there's no-one in the world I love more than you, and I don't think there ever will be. I'm sort of sorry and glad you fancy me. I do hope you find another woman to fuck as much as possible. It is just so hot thinking about you wanting me, but not even being able to wank while I'm with somebody else. Until I get a husband, can you be a cuckold for me?"

"Of course, my love."

"And can I have the key? Just one for now, but one day, maybe I'll be really in control."

I was slightly taken aback by the idea, but gave her one key.

CHAPTER 4

We got into a routine.

I put the other into a metal cash box which I screwed to a bench, which was locked and the keys thrown in the rubbish. I knew I could force it open with tools, but it wouldn't be easy, and I couldn't pretend that I hadn't.

I would put on the cage when convenient, but not snap the lock. She would snap it before going out, and unlock it when the boyfriend left or she came home. I didn't take it off in front of her, but only in my bedroom. Sometimes I snapped it on, and was eventually able to manage all night.

Eventually I was caged over the whole of one weekend, plus a bank holiday - three days, without any soreness. However, I couldn't go out anywhere. It was therefore most evenings and nights, plus as much of the weekend as possible where I didn't need to go out. The way I was dressed, I don't think anything showed when her boyfriends said hello, but I certainly wouldn't have gone to work or shopping.

She only had sex when I was caged, sometimes outside, but increasingly at home, and she didn't try to be quiet (probably the opposite).

She wasn't fucked every day, but she used a vibrator on other days. It started with just leaving the bedroom door, but then sometimes coming into the living room and demonstrating.

She still got a thrill from seeing the cage on me, so persuaded me to let it be routine. Neither of us changed in private. She established a rule for both of us that the toilet door would be left open for peeing and only closed for pooping or dealing with her period. She was amused that I had to sit down to pee (except in the shower, which she eventually got me to show her) and liked me seeing her pee, which she also demonstrated in the shower cubicle.

We eventually bought a plastic one (actually two, but only one was suitable) which I was able to wear at work, as it didn't show with the right clothes. (At least we thought not.) The spare key was put though the coin slit on the cash box. It wasn't so easy to clean while being worn, so it was normally removed every three days. Sometimes I was allowed a wank, sometimes not. I wore it for a whole week while she was on holiday with a boyfriend, and it was OK. She sent me frequent updates on her phone to make sure I knew what she was up to. Apparently, the boyfriend didn't realise what she included when she texted her dad each day.

After this she kept me caged practically all the time, and I don't often get the chance of a wank, while she was having lots of sex. If I'd been a husband, I dare say I would have been humiliated. Yes, I was frustrated, but I liked it, otherwise I would have stopped.

The fact is before my divorce we only had sex once a week, and afterwards I only wanked about every couple of weeks. I rarely thought about sex. Now I thought about it a lot, and there was pleasure having the desire, even if I could not satisfy it.

We were in as close a relationship as any married couple. I loved her and desired her a lot. She said she did not desire me the same, and would have liked me to have plenty of sex, but for the fact that she got such a thrill out of having a man controlled in this way. She said it made her sex better knowing that I know she's having it, and she got a buzz thinking of my frustration.

I also did it because I loved my daughter so much, and it made her so happy. Her joy was more thrilling to me than sex had been, though I still wanted it. And in fact, in a sense I was in a sexual relationship with my daughter, the ultimate forbidden fruit. There's no way a woman so young and attractive would have given me the time of day, but this one was thinking about me sexually and enticing me quite a lot. No physical incest, but a sexual relationship all the same.

I think I became the cuckold she wanted.

CHAPTER 5

A good while later I broke open the cash box, unscrewed it from the bench and put it in the dustbin. I filled the screwholes with plastic wood, and put both keys on my key ring. I told Liana why.

"I'm not wearing it at work anymore. I'll put it on when I come home, and wear it overnight and for the weekend. I won't relieve myself unless you release me."

"There's someone I'm getting very close to, at work, and I don't want anything to get in the way. It may be nothing, in which case I'll get a new box, and we can go back the way we were."

"By the way, you're still my ultimate sexual fantasy, but this is something different, more social."

She was startled, then smiled.

"Oh, Daddy! I do hope it goes well for you. I'd love to see you happy with another woman."

She hugged and kissed me.

"You're the best dad in the world, and you deserve it!"

"It's early days, yet," told her.

It was odd being out without the cage. Weird, in fact. The best thing was being able to stand at a urinal, and shake myself afterwards. I was still caged at home and my lust directed at my daughter.

It was a different sort of desire I now directed at Barbara. I wanted her to like me, just for the sake of being close to this nice female.

We were both of a similar age, and celibate for some time, having had partners before. She had two grown-up sons, but had never married. When I finally asked, she readily accepted the offer of dinner together, and the third time invited me in to her flat.

It was so good, just having my cock in a woman's hand. She said it was nice and I said she was lovely. Of course, she didn't compare with the body of my daughter, but she was lovely all the same, and her body was available!

It was more comforting than ecstatic as we joined our bodies together. Something we had both not had for a long time. All the cuddling and kissing and stroking and mutual appreciation was wonderful as well. I guess she had missed it as much as me. Sneaking a kiss or a pat at work was also good, and colleagues were amused.

I brought her home to meet Liana, and they got on very well. She had always wanted a daughter, she said.

Barbara was hesitant about sleeping with me while Liana was present, but I told her there had been many boyfriends, so what was sauce for the goose was sauce for the gander.

That was the end of the cock cage for me.

Liana took them both, but I kept the spare keys on my key ring, in case she lost one when a boyfriend was locked up.

I directed all my sexual activity towards Barbara. That's not to say I didn't have lustful thoughts about my daughter, but I didn't wank, and she didn't try to provoke them.

It was about a year later Barbara agreed to live together, and get married later in the year. She was looking forward to being a bride at last.

We told Liana, and she was delighted.

A couple of days later, both women wanted to talk with me. It was Friday night.

"Liana's told me about your cage," Barbara said.

"I'm not sure how I feel about it. So we'd better have a think before we get married."

"She wants to see you wearing it," Liana added, handing me the metal one.

I went to the bathroom. It was a bit of a struggle, but with cold water I eventually managed it.

Barbara inspected it closely.

"Weird. So when you try to get erect, does it hurt?"

"Yes, a bit. But the cock eventually gives up."

"Does it hurt now? It looks like it's pretty full."

"Yes."

"So every time you get sexy thoughts you feel it?"

"Yes."

"And does it stop you having sexy thoughts?"

"No, quite the opposite."

Liana cut in.

"Oh yes. You can tell. It's very frustrating for him, but very exciting for the woman with the key."

Barbara lifted it up.

"What about the weight?"