Chapter 1

She looked even more stunning than usual in her black mourning clothes, I tried not to think of her beautiful big breasts nestling in their lacy black cups beneath the thin black blouse or of her freshly shaved pussy being caressed by her tight, black g-string and every time I thought of her long legs encased in those black seamed stockings, I felt my penis hardening.

She kept her veiled eyes downcast throughout the service, glancing up only to acknowledge the commiserations of her friends and distant relatives, we only had distant relatives since her mum died four years ago, now all we had was each other and neither of us intended to let the other one go!

She was a wealthy woman now thanks to her late husband's insurance, the mortgage had been paid off on the house, I'd put mine up for sale and we'd rented a villa in France where we were going after the service, we needed time to decide where we were going to live, but above all we wanted time to be together, to rekindle what we had before she married Charlie.

Everyone at the funeral assumed we were going to my house for a couple of days and we did nothing to put them right, we wanted privacy and we were determined to have it!

I'm not a doctor, in fact I'm not a medical person of any description, but when I saw her and the way she was, I knew my daughter was a very sick lady.

I'd laughed at first when she'd asked me what I wanted her to wear, but it dawned on me gradually that he'd told her every single day what she was to wear, she didn't own a single pair of trousers or jeans, not one,

"He liked me to show myself off daddy" she'd said simply as if it was explanation enough, but when I questioned her further she'd admitted that he loved her to be used by his friends and their wives or girlfriends, she was never allowed to refuse on pain of a beating and when she did something that he considered to be wrong, those same friends were allowed to decide her punishment!

It started when she rang me in tears to say her husband had been killed in an accident at work, I drove over there immediately to comfort her and found her enjoying a drink in the kitchen with another woman.

Her voice was steady and she seemed completely untroubled as she said "Hello daddy" I was shaken rigid, she'd just lost her husband!

"Can we help you?" came from the other woman and I stood staring at her in amazement for a second or two before I found my voice.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Nikki's friend and I'm here to help her"

"By drinking vodka at ten o'clock in the morning?"

"We like a drink don't we Nikki?"

I looked across at Nikki and saw something in her eyes, I didn't know what it was but it wasn't right and I decided that she needed help.

"Right Mrs whatever your name is, I'd like you to leave now, if my daughter wants to contact you, I'll see that she does"

"But I've --,"

"You've what?"

"You don't know anything about Nikki, why don't you mind your own business?"

"My daughter IS my business, I asked you, now I'm telling you, leave, leave now"

I'm a big man, six feet four and built to match, I've got a long scar down across one eye and down my cheek, she looked at me and decided not to argue,

"I'll be in touch Nikki" she said with a glance at me and left hurriedly,

The phone rang then and I answered it, after explaining who I was and saying that Nikki was lying down, the voice said he was from Charlie's company and asked if she would be available for an informal chat the following morning,

"About what?" I growled, but next to me Nikki nodded so I relented and said we would be available at his convenience.

"What's going off Nikki?" I said softly, as I poured her drink down the plughole.

"Help me daddy" she said and buried her head in my chest, "Please help me"

She lay on the sofa then and slept, I was surprised to see she was wearing black seamed stockings when her skirt rode up over her thighs and in spite of her being my daughter I felt a twitch down below so I covered her with a sheet and sat reading until she woke up about three hours later.

"What way did you mean that you needed help Nikki?"

We were sitting drinking tea at the kitchen table and she was virtually chain smoking,

"Don't be angry at me daddy will you?"

"Nikki you're my flesh and blood darling, let me tell you something, when you were born, I held you in the palm of one hand, one hand Nikki and do you know what I did?"

"Mum told me daddy, she said you cried"

"Yes, you were the most important person in my life at that moment and you always have been, so if you've got mixed up in something a bit unsavoury and you want out, I'll help you"

She moved closer and began to tell me,

"Charlie liked to dominate daddy and I think I liked it too, it started even before we got married, he used to make me take my panties off in the pub and flash at other men"

She smiled and looked at me,

"Women too daddy"

"How did you feel about it?"

"Excited" she said simply, "The sex was always mind blowing afterwards, do you know when we got married I was naked under my wedding dress, well apart from stockings anyway"

"Take it easy Nikki" I smiled, "I'm trying very hard not to think of you naked but for stockings"

"Oh daddy, I'm sorry, shall I stop?"

"Not bloody likely" I laughed,

"On our honeymoon, he made me go to a lesbian bar and pick a girl up, I was to take her back to the hotel"

"Did you?"

"Oh yes" she said brightly, "She was really sexy and all three of us stayed in bed for about two days"

"It all sounds idyllic darling, so what went wrong?"

"Nothing at first, it was great and I loved it, even the fantasies were exciting"

"Fantasies?"

"We used to pretend that I was making love to someone we knew"

"Like who?"

"Oh just friends we went out with, then we began swinging and it was still great, there are a couple of clubs not far from here where we used to go, it was my idea that he had me on a leash, it felt good daddy, I had to go wherever he went, it wasn't just exciting, it was fulfilling, I wore just stockings and high heels, men and women felt me intimately, one woman went down on me as I leaned back against the bar"

She smiled then at the memory and it made me smile too just watching her face,

"What?" I said encouragingly and she giggled,

"She asked Charlie if she could borrow me to go to the toilet with her, she had me kneel on the floor with my back to the bowl and when I tipped my head back, she peed on me daddy, all over my face!"