Kiki's Chastity Belt
Copyright© 2025 by RetrospectiveInsomnia
Chapter 4
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4 - A father locks his daughter up in a chastity belt to train her.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction School Incest Father Daughter BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Sadistic Spanking Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Sex Toys Small Breasts
Later that night, the spanking that Kiki went through was the worst she ever felt. More than it usually was even when taking into account all the other times she had been punished in her room. But never mind the exact details of that. First things first. After spending most of the day running about the back end of a tennis court she was more than ready for a shower, and after stripping off all her clothes with her equipment set aside she let out a sigh as she stepped underneath the hot spray.
The warmth cascaded down her shoulders as she let the tension in her arms relax. What a day. Already her body felt like it was stretched paper thin, and blinking against the surface of the tiles she looked down at the chastity belt wrapped around her waist. The dullness of the metal stared back at her fogged over with steam, and she carefully ran a finger around the edges where it met her skin. Even like this, she thought, there was no way for her to slip so much as a fingernail under. Not when it was custom made to her size and carefully tested by her father every day.
Though just because he did so, she thought again, that didn’t mean there weren’t other places she couldn’t touch. Like the soft curve of her stomach for example, or the inside of her thighs as the water dripped in between. And against the quiet air of the bathroom with nobody around to stop her, it wasn’t long before she found herself reaching over for her nipples as they stood up from her chest.
“Hn...,” she said.
Immediately, a spark of electricity ran up into her head. The tiny little bumps were quite small, still pink and flat unlike some of her better equipped peers, but that didn’t make them any less sensitive as she trailed her fingers across the tips. And then again as she tried everything she could to hold back her voice. Oh god ... she really shouldn’t be doing this right now. Both because she wasn’t allowed to, and also because there was no time. But against the pleasant sense of heat building up inside of her what were the chances that her father would even notice? Zero? Nada? Less than one percent? It had to be given that she could always just wash away the evidence, and as she reached over to do it again it was like the rest of the world melted away.
“Please...,” she gasped, “Just for once...”
Breathing hard, she pressed her legs together. The silence of the bathroom greeted her, and standing there against the sound of rushing water for a moment she could almost pretend that the chastity belt wasn’t there. But as much as she tried the relief was rather short-lived since even through the steam and the sound of rushing water she could already hear her father walking up the stairs, and pulling her hands away she quickly reached over to wash her hair. Even if she didn’t mean to he didn’t need to come in to guess what she was doing, and it would only get worse for her the longer she stayed.
“Kiki,” his voice came through the bathroom door, “Five more minutes.”
“Yes, Father,” she sighed, “I’ll be quick!”
“And make sure to clean yourself down there with the hose as well,” he said, “I want to be extra thorough with your examination today before we begin.”
Against the distant echo of his words, it was with another moment of hesitation that she bit down on her lips.
“Do I really have to though?” said Kiki, “Like, can’t I just use the showerhead instead?”
“The what now?” he said.
“The ... you know, the showerhead,” she tried again, “I mean, if I turn it up to the highest setting and then angle it between my legs-...”
“Kiki, we’ve been through this before,” he said, cutting her off, “What do you think I’m going to say?”
He tapped his feet as his voice trailed off, and she wrapped her arms around herself against the heavy sense of unease. All the while the awkwardness continued to stretch, and even though the door was still shut it was almost like she could still feel the weight of his gaze. Slowly, it passed through the thin layer of the bathroom walls to linger against the wonderfully perked ends of her breasts, and when he finally spoke again it was almost like a small part of her wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear.
“Look,” he said, “It’s going to happen either way, so just make sure you take care of it before you get out, alright? Or do you want me to come in there and do it for you instead?”
“No, father,” said Kiki miserably, “I can do it by myself.”
“Are you sure?” he said, “Because I want you to be thorough. You know how I feel about cleaning yourself up down there, don’t you?”
“Yes, father,” said Kiki.
“Good girl,” he said, “Let’s get to it then before we end up wasting any more time. I want to start a little earlier today so I check the results again at the end.”