World Fetish Convention Pt. 01
Chapter 1: A Daughter's Journey into Kink
For more than two decades, I've been active in the world of custom fetish wear design and bondage equipment. This is how I met my late wife, Cassandra. She was a skilled Dominatrix and helped boost my reputation as the top artist in the country for personalized bondage gear. Our business thrived, attracting fetish enthusiasts from all over. However, we took care to protect our young daughter, Chloe, from this dimension of our lives. She was doing exceptionally well in school and had the potential to attend places like MIT. I had done everything in my power to ensure she stayed oblivious to my profession.
Despite her sharp intellect and beauty, Chloe had a hidden kinky side, evident in her love for high heeled boots and tight leather clothing. I could sense the family traits. One day, I walked into the empty house and heard the click of steel ballet heels from upstairs. I became apprehensive as memories flooded in. There she was, resembling her mother, clad in a tight black latex catsuit, leather boots with steel buckles, a corset, and a choker, her long hair pulled back in a braid. She also carried a whip.
When she descended the stairs, it dawned on me that she wasn't dressing for a performance but to share my passion. In a fit of rage, I berated her for finding her mother's gear and dressing in it. However, after days of silence, I shared the story of my business, the love that brought my wife and I together, and the path I've taken. Chloe was no longer a child, and she wanted to be part of my creative universe. She had a natural affinity for the business, with her engineering skills which could help create innovative bondage gear.
As my daughter and I worked on designing a new level of bondage equipment, a strange feeling filled me. I couldn't deny my attraction to her, and she willingly embraced her inborn proclivities. Her piercings – in her nipples, septum, belly button, and clitoris – had initially shocked me, but I had relented. She came home one holiday with them. Together, we perfected a craft, one that showcased Chloe's innate knack for design and my creative desires.
During her break, she decided to wear the ultimate bondage outfit I had designed. The gear was nothing novel but the quality and intricacy surpassed anything we had seen before.
Chloe's piercings were strategically placed and she had access to my own design tools. First, she placed the collar – a high and snug fit with a large ring at the front. The ensemble wasn't complete without the steel handcuffs for her wrists, ankles, and thighs. Made from rubber, they were comfortable but tight. The locks fitted perfectly within the hollow cuffs, revealing only small keyholes.
Chloe filmed herself in the mirror, striking sexy poses. Her intent was lost on me, transfixed as I was by my daughter decked out in her latest creation. Finally, she decided on the piece de resistance: A chastity belt that I had designed before her mother's passing. Subtle yet striking, it was a significant improvement on the traditional steel contraptions.
"Starting at the waist, she slipped the thin and sleek device up her legs, securing it over her smooth thighs and below the curve of her hips. The chastity belt was a beauty, a work of art, my own personal creation."
However, she had bigger plans. She wanted to use my designs openly and display them.
Chloe was adamant about revealing my work to the world, going against conventional norms. She saw it as an opportunity to celebrate the beauty of kink, while I, the proud father, desired to maintain some shred of privacy.
The restraint had slender straps measuring less than 5mm in width and shaped with a thin rubber cushioning on the inside. These straps looped well over the girl's hip bones, emphasizing her elongated legs and silhouette. The front portion descended deeply, with an opening for her clitoris and its piercing to protrude. The pelvic strap divided into two and held her hairless genital area, enveloping it. This resembled an open-crotch bikini bottom. The innovative aspect of the apparatus was the crotch shield itself, which showcased the wearer's private parts while keeping them inaccessible:
Protruding from the crotch strap were thin claws that interlocked from each side. Although I referred to it as "bear trap," Chloe would always correct me, stressing that it was modeled after the Venus flytrap plant. "It's too delicate, Daddy. Bear Trap makes it sound so crude!" she remarked.
The device compelled the wearer to maintain slightly parted thighs, exhibiting their femininity but preventing access to it.
The two crotch straps joined at the perineum and split outward, forming a ring encircling the girl's anus. The metal strap had "butterfly wings" that expanded the wearer's buttocks, exposing the anus. The strap narrowed at the upper part of the anus and thinly spread outward again at the waistline, forming a "V" shape. This "V" marked the device's locking point, and Chloe attempted to frame the hip straps with her elbows before turning the key.
She paused abruptly.
"Daddy, could you insert me before I wear it, please?" she asked.
"Of course, darling," I responded.
The dildo and anal plug were on the dresser in front of her.
I lubed them up and she allowed the belt to slide down.
"Vagina first," she stated naughtily, spreading her thighs and bending forward, leaning on the dresser.
The dildo was a stainless steel piece, six inches long, and included a remote vibrator. I inserted it effortlessly. She was tight. To my knowledge, she had no prior sexual experiences apart from the devices she tested.
"It's bulging out, I'll hold it in when you attach me," she said, her eyes closed.
The anal plug had a remote vibration feature as well. Both were our unique brand with a mobile app that controlled pleasure and pain via electric shocks. (These shocks drained the batteries quickly, though).
I lubed my finger and entered her anus, performing a series of back-and-forth motions before inserting the plug. Chloe was proficient now and pushed against it as I pushed it in. It snugly seated in place.
"That feels amazing" she said, tugging on the belt. Once in position, I assisted her in maneuvering the hip straps inwards and the device clicked.
Subsequently, she secured a tiny heart-shaped padlock that she looped through her clitoris piercing, effectively locking the chastity belt.
Next, I helped her don her polished steel bra, which secured to her slave collar along with the fasteners on her back. The bra had openings for her nipples to protrude. As with her clitoris, two padlocks looped through her nipple piercings.
Then she donned the helmet. Chloe, didn't desire to be gagged that day. Created from a range of face masks and helmets we'd designed, this one was polished stainless steel with rubber cushioning. It was a blend of a dog's muzzle and a medieval knight's helmet.
The helmet comprised two elements: the helmet portion, which covered her head, and the muzzle portion, which covered the lower half of her face. The muzzle featured a collection of laser-cut slits to enable breathing. It could be combined with a gag, but today, Chloe chose not to be silenced. The helmet extended to her neck and bore screw holes to affix it to the slave collar.
I assisted her in putting on the helmet. She gulped down a few sips of water before I attached the muzzle to the helmet.
I used an electric screwdriver to screw the helmet to the collar. It fitted her perfectly!
"How do you feel?" I inquired.
"Amazing, Daddy. It's all snug. The measurements are spot-on!" she replied, somehow muffled by the muzzle.
She then climbed onto a high stool and I aided her in taking off her ankle cuffs.
I then helped her into the polished steel boots with stiletto heels. These were secured and locked. Once more, the ankle cuffs were reattached, and we finished the ensemble by threading chains through all the cuffs.
I stepped back and marveled at my creation. Chloe was unmistakably captivated, and she took her time at the mirror, striking various poses to ensure everything was secure.
After she'd carefully confirmed everything was secure, my princess approached me and requested, "Daddy, all the keys are on the dresser. I feel incredible. Please lock me in."
I went about inserting the marked keys into each and every cuff and lock, making sure Chloe was securely locked in. She was now completely dependent on me for even the simplest of tasks like sipping water. We were going to stay in this setup for a few days to see if any issues arose.
However, Chloe had some perverted plans of her own.
She approached me, sat on my lap, and hugged me. "Daddy, take me home like this. Leave the keys here," she pleaded.
To be continued...
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