Mind-Controlling My Daughter

by Amber FoxxFire

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Daisy’s 18th birthday last week had given me a glimmer of hope.

That’s when I began seeing my daughter from a whole new angle, realizing that her once tiny little bee-sting breasts had evolved into real juicy tits - when did that happen?

From the once shy little schoolgirl...rose a slutty woman seeking her place in a world full of abusive men.

It seemed that I had turned into such a man myself…

Excerpt:

Five years had passed and the aftereffects were still clearly visible. They say time heals all wounds, but the gaping puncture which my wife, Daisy’s mother, had left in our hearts after abandoning us out of the blue never truly healed. We tried to cope the best we could; I had actually believed the relationship between my daughter and I would drastically improve if it were just the two of us...but it sadly never happened.

Daisy’s 18th birthday last week had given me a glimmer of hope however - usually she would just lock herself in her room, listen to music on her headphones all day and only show up for dinner - but now she seemed to open up about problems and actively sought advice from her old man. Maybe she grew up and turned into an adult woman, leaving her worries behind and looking hopeful towards the future.

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That’s when I began seeing my daughter from a whole new angle, realizing that her once tiny little bee-sting breasts had evolved into real juicy tits - when did that happen? Perhaps it was due to the fact that she also worked on her appearance - short skirts and bimbo makeup were now the new normal. From the once shy little schoolgirl...rose a slutty woman seeking her place in a world full of abusive men.

It seemed that I had turned into such a man myself; I blamed it on my wife. Daisy inherited her whore mother’s sexy looks. Those long silky legs leading up to a perfectly round little ass...she even smelled like her, they used the same perfume which basically exuded “fuck my holes” pheromones any time she entered a room, instantly waking my cock and causing me to see her like a sex object. My brain had reduced my daughter to a simple sex-toy, jerking off to the fantasies was no longer cutting it though.

I browsed the deep-web for hours on end day after day until I finally stumbled upon just the right answer. It was pills, not pills to “fix” me, I didn’t need fixing - I needed to fuck the hell out of my slut daughter to satisfy my seemingly insatiable hunger.

These were the real kind of wish-granting capsules: “Ingest to temporarily gain complete power over any woman around you, use at your own risk.”

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