RETURN OF THE GODDESS

Every once in a while, one needs to step back and assess the status of what's going on in their life. I am currently at a major junction in mine, as dreams and fantasies have become, and are still becoming realities. For many, what I am about to pen would be shocking, even taboo.

As I look back over the past 25 years, raising my two twin daughters was easy as well as difficult. Parents know an instruction manual did not accompany their children at birth, and even if it did, each manual would need to be customized per the child. I became a single parent less than a year after our daughters were born. Fortunately; however, I am not sure fortunately is the proper word, the girls were so young when their mother passed, their memory of her is vague, if at all.

Now 25, my girls, Priscilla and Sasha, are absolute beauties, as was their mother; to whom I give all the credit. Not that I am an ogre, it's just women are the more desirable of the sexes. Priscilla, the oldest by four minutes, is blonde, green eyed, fair skinned with a toned body stemming from her love of exercise. Sasha is brunette, brown eyed, with olive skin. Her body is toned as well, but it comes naturally from the creator.

Obviously, they are fraternal and not identical twins.

Their beauty isn't limited to their physical attributes. Both are well educated, articulate, hardworking, polite, and for a lack of better words, nice people. Spending time with them always brings me joy, and recently, so much more. Still, despite these common characteristics, their personalities are as different as their beauty.

Priscilla is an outgoing, type A person; something I find to be a major positive for her. I never have to guess what is on her mind, although she does keep certain secrets from me. She can be a bit intimidating if one isn't comfortable with their own persona.

She is driven and usually gets what she wants; but only about 99.99% of the time. After graduating from college, Priscilla started her own business, and it is booming; to the point where I need to make an appointment to see her.

She is also incredibly sexy and she knows it.

Sasha is more reserved, and a bit shy until you get to know her. With Priscilla as her sister, Sasha took the more private path, concentrating on her studies and putting herself through college. This is her last semester for her Master's degree and already has a number of offers from prominent research firms. She too has a way of getting what she wants.

Like Priscilla, Sasha is incredibly sexy, but in a more conservative way.

The girls have always raved about my cooking, and took an interest in it. For their 18th birthday, I enrolled all of us in a week long course at one of the local cooking schools. It was a blast and from that point on cooking became one of our passions.

Sasha turned cooking into an erotic event.

When our recipes were near completion, we'd always have to taste. If I used a spoon to serve her, Sasha would gently take hold of my wrist as if it were a certain part of my anatomy, and sensuously take the contents into her mouth, lick her lips, and savor every drop of our creation.

There was nothing more erotic than feeding one another a sample with our fingers. As we sucked and cleaned the other's fingers, I always became aroused. We would look at one another with smoldering desire, stating how the savory tastes of the food made us feel that way. We both knew we were lying.

Priscilla's cooking style was sexual.

It started with her cooking attire; naked except for a too-short, oversized T-shirt and a pair of slippers. Each time she bent over or reached over her head, the shirt would lift up and expose her shaved mound. It was difficult not to look, and I got caught looking on more than one occasion. Priscilla would just give me a knowing smile, but Sasha would say something quippy such as "Dad, the sauce...."

Another activity we enjoyed was movie watching. This started with the Disney Classics when they were young. Of course, their taste changed and by the time they turned 18 they both had specific genre's they followed.

How we watched movies together also changed. Ever since we came back from cooking school and our relationships got closer; movie watching became more intimate.

Sasha loved to snuggle with me on the sofa while we watched Romance or Romantic Comedies. Her head was usually nestled in my shoulder; allowing me to smell the wonderful fragrance of her hair; place tender kisses on the top of her head; and wrap my arm lovingly around her. Our connection was very close and warm.

When it was Priscilla's tun to pick out a movie, it was always something risqué. Her watching style was to sprawled out over whatever she was sitting on. Her legs were either draped over arm rests or simply spread.

Priscilla was a major distraction. When the scenes became erotically charged, Priscilla would try to sneak in a few pinches on her nipples or a quick rub on her mound. When she caught me staring; she'd close her thighs, clamping her hands between them saying, "Daddddddy." She knew what she was doing.

My desire for my daughters grew; many old and long buried perversions began to surface.

The girl's bedrooms sandwiched mine. Ever since cooking school, I felt I was sleeping in a video booth at an adult arcade listening to the sound tracks from the adjoining booths. Without exception, every night I would hear their sounds of masturbation. From Sasha's room, I would hear the buzz of her vibrator and the word "Daddy" faintly sifting through her wall. We often came at the same time.

The sounds from Priscilla's room were more overt. It wasn't simply a faint "Daddy." It was clearer and more along the lines of "Yes, that's it Daddy, right there....yes...yes...." or "Oh Daddy, that's so dirty." We rarely came at the same time. Priscilla was insatiable, and I couldn't control myself.

I began to creep on the girls: sniffing their panties, taking them, worshipping their vibrators and dildos which were covered with their essence. I did all the laundry just to touch their intimates and ensure my seed was cleaned from the items I soiled. Both girls were wanton.....like their mother...and so was I.

Thoughts of their mother, Leda, often surfaced as I lusted for my daughters in much the same way I lusted for her. She was an incredible woman and I was starting to see much of her in the girls. Sasha has her skin tone, Priscilla has her attitude, and both have her allure.

Letting my mind drift, I thought back as to how we met.

***

Everyone at college wanted her; both men and women. Although we had a number of classes together, and socially we were often at the same place at the same time, she never really paid much attention to me.

Leda seemed to be free with her sexuality. She was an obvious flirt, and most guys considered her a 'ball-buster' because she'd get them all hot and bothered and leave them that way. The girls were standoffish towards her saying she was a slut. That is until they got drunk, and then they couldn't get enough of Leda's tongue.

There was a rumor that Leda was very kinky. I heard more than one guy say, "She wanted to use strap-on on me;" or "When she pulled out the flogger, I ran for it;" or "The next thing I know, she's pissing on me;" or "Wow, is she a nipple freak;" or "She wanted me to wear her panties;".....just to list a few.

Truth be told, everything I heard about her turned me on, but I was too shy to approach her. The last thing I needed was to be shot down in front of everyone. And to complicate matters, her beauty and attitude intimidated me to no end. So, I'd just go back to my apartment, alone, and fantasize about her.

Saturday and Sunday mornings around campus were times for me to get away. I really disliked being on campus after a night of partying. Seeing the hung-over frat boys; the girls on their "walk of shame" back to their dorms; and the bull-shit comments from the boys in the coffee shops talking about the girls they just fucked made me sick

There was a little haunt I frequented, well off campus, to avoid the above mentioned. I'd take my time, read the paper; enjoy a muffin or light breakfast, and take in the images of life off campus. As fate would have it, I was at this café the day my life changed forever.

As I sipped a vanilla latte, munching a biscotti, ingesting the sports section of the morning paper, I felt a presence next to me and looked up. Standing there was the most erotic woman I had ever set eyes upon...Leda....my fantasy.

"James, may I join you?" was her only statement. I was surprised she knew my name.

I put away the paper (even though I didn't get to the various league standings); cleared off the table with the back of my hand; stood and pulled out the chair across from me saying, "I'd be honored, Leda."

Her smile captured me instantly. She looked beautiful in her jeans, low heels, and simple white blouse. Her brown hair swayed as she sat down and I pushed her chair forward. When I returned to my chair, her brown eyes twinkled as we spoke. She was a Goddess.

We chatted forever, covering a myriad of topics before I even looked at a clock. When I did, I realized I had 20 minutes to get back to campus because I had a basketball game. I politely explained my situation to Leda.

She gave me a very sultry pout and asked if I was dumping her. I chuckled, and I actually remember my exact reply. "No, I am actually inviting you to watch the worst basketball player, playing on the worst team, get his ass kicked by some frat boys that think their shit don't stink."

"And"....was Leda's follow on response.

"Well....would you like to have dinner at my apartment afterwards?" I took the chance. What could I say? I wanted to be with her.

"I'd love to."

Hooking her arm in mine, we decided to take my car and come back for hers later.

A little ego here---our team, made up of military veterans now in college including three "GIRLS" who just happened to be former high school stars, kicked the frat boys by 22. I played well. Leda was impressed and laughingly punched my arm as she told me I was FOS about being lousy. (FOS: full of shit)

After the game we went back to my apartment. I took a quick shower while Leda opened the wine. After a few appetizers we got busy cooking dinner. We had a blast, sampling and sipping as we went. There was a real connection between us. It was obvious we both felt it. When dinner was over and the dishes done, we moved back to the table for another glass of wine.

This is when Leda took the lead. With her elbows on the table, arms up, fingers intertwined, and her chin resting upon them, Leda asked, "So, Mr. Wonderful, what do you want to do for the rest of the evening?"

I smiled, took a sip, gazed into Leda's eyes and replied, "Whatever pleases the Goddess."

Leda smiled, let out a slight "ooooo," and uttered in a sultry voice, "Well, that certainly opens the door to so many possibilities."

Standing, Leda slowly sauntered to my side of the table, dragging a finger over the table top, swaying her hips as she approached. When she was directly behind me, she leaned forward, bringing her mouth sensuously close to my ear. Purposefully tracing her finger up my arm, Leda whispered, "I am a woman of many needs, most of which are very perverse."

Her finger was now moving across my chest. Finding my nipple through my shirt, Leda purred, "Are you sure you want to truly please me?"

My moan of pleasure was probably the only response needed, but I felt compelled to provide an answer to Leda's direct question, "I want nothing more than to please you in any manner you wish."

Backing away from me, Leda took complete control. "James, please stand and face me."

I tried not jump out of the chair.

As I stood in front of her, she moved behind me, giving my clothed body the once over along the way. There was a slight smile as she gazed at the silhouette of my hardening shaft. Leda moved the chair away from the table.

"James, turn towards me."

Again, I did as I was told.

"Remove all your clothing."

Leda watched, resting her buttocks on the table with her arms crossed in front of her. I took my time, taking care to fold and stack my clothes as I went. For some reason, I was not embarrassed even with my erection jutting out in front of me. Completely naked I waited for Leda's next command.

Moving from the table, she circled me, allowing her hand to trail across my skin, but avoiding my erection completely. Making a second trip around, Leda stopped behind me, and gave my ass a firm slap. She then pressed her clothed body into my back, and wrapped her arms around me, taking a firm hold of both my balls and erection.

"From this point on, these belong to me. Actually, you belong to me. Isn't that what you want, James?"

It was if she could see into my soul.

"Dear Goddess, my heart's only desire is to give myself to you."

Leda let go of my private parts and finished her circle around me. As before, her hand trailed over my skin, but there was a tenderness to her touch. Standing in front of me, Leda stepped out of her heels, and began to unbutton her jeans. Her eyes never left mine.

With her jeans removed, Leda peeled her panties away and flicked them to me with her foot.

"Look how wet you've made me."

Catching them in flight, I didn't hesitate bringing the soaked garment to my nose to savor her essence. I was in heaven.

Leda sat on the table with her legs spread, dangling them over the edge. Pulling me towards her, Leda devoured my mouth, pushing her tongue hungrily into me. My lust took over as I sucked on it and returned her passion.

She then placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed down. "Make me cum, James."

Most guys would probably start licking like mad men, trying to shove their fingers in her cunt—Not my style.

Slowly I brought my mouth to the junction between her thigh and groin and softly kissed her warm flesh. I did the same on the other side. Then I gently ran my tongue along the length of her outer lips, tasting the creaminess of her arousal. Leda shuddered.

I took it slow, working from the outside in, purposely ignoring her clit. Her increasing flow told me I was pleasing her. I kissed as well as licked her area, breathing warm onto her bud. Leda had leaned back on the table and was savoring every moment.

Finally, my tongue touched her swollen nub. Leda's body jerked as she grunted. It was time to bring her to orgasm. My mouth sucked her; my tongue danced over her; my hands cupped her area, pressing gently onto her. The pressure caused Leda to squirt a small stream of nectar into my mouth.

Her orgasm was deep; her body shook, and a mixture of cream, cum, and piss poured from her. She wasn't a screamer, rather she moaned between gasps of air. I don't remember how many orgasms Leda had, but I do remember being covered with her essence.

***

Over the years, Leda taught me so much about my sexuality, my submissiveness, my perversions, and kink in general. We were together until she passed, a memory I prefer not to rekindle.

Now with my daughters becoming more like their mother, the kinky perversions Leda and I enjoyed were being transferred to my desires for Sasha and Priscilla. I thought things would get better when Sasha returned to grad school. On the contrary, my life became a spinning whirlwind of erotica as Priscilla became bolder and bolder. I couldn't control myself.

I began to invade her world more and more. I found myself standing in the shadows of her open door at night, watching her masturbate as I stroked myself at the same time. Help was needed, for both Priscilla and me.

I found a renowned therapist, Dr. Eve Reynolds, who specialized in sexual perversions. The first time I met Dr. Reynolds, I was dazed. Her presence, her beauty, her overall demeanor was captivating. Despite her professional attitude and attire, all I could imagine was pleasing her. It took all of my self-control to fight those thoughts and stick to what was going on at home.

What made the task difficult was the topic of sexuality, and speaking of the building sexual desires within the family. Dr. Reynolds was very interested in our situation, asking a number of revealing questions. In the end, we set up a series of appointments for Priscilla, along with the expectation of follow-on family sessions with all parties in session.

Dr. Reynolds did leave me with a specific question to ponder, "James, I would like you to define your submissiveness so I have a better understanding of the situation." It did catch me off guard, thinking, "How does she know? Was it that obvious?" Still, it was something I needed to rethink.

Leaving, I was confident we would get the situation at home under control....

Part II: The Seduction of Daddy

The drive back from Dr. Reynolds' had me pondering over her instructions "to define" my "submissiveness." I was trying to figure out when it started or when I knew. I came to the conclusion that I have always been submissive, I just didn't know there was a term for something that was a natural part of me.

It was a bit unsettling as well, because once I learned about the term "submissive," I felt it inferred something negative. Thinking about the images the internet returned when I searched for "submissive males," or "erotic images of submissive males," it was no wonder it inferred something negative for me.

I'm really not the type that wants to have their testicles kicked; or be bull-whipped; or dressed up in sissy outfits with my cock in a cage watching my spouse have sex with a 'real' man. It may work for some, but it simply is not me.

Still, it didn't help me "define my submissiveness."

The closest imagery I could find came from the search results for "erotic submissive." Those were typically beautiful women assuming passive positions waiting for their dominant to take the next step. They do capture eroticism, but they still fall short of helping me define my submissiveness.

Again, my thoughts drifted back to Leda. Her total control over me was never nasty. In the years we were together, we had one, maybe two true disagreements, and after sharing our thoughts, they went away. I believe it was because my sense of submissiveness blended perfectly into her style of control.

Leda spoke affectionately about how I always put her first.

She told me she felt my complete devotion to her. I would always ask if we had any plans before I made any plans and I'd share them with her before finalizing anything. Each day I would present options to Leda for lunch and dinner. Coffee was always ready in the morning; her lunch was always packed and ready; her car was cleared of snow and warmed in the winter; and the a/c running during the summer when she left for work.

This was the least I could do for someone I cared so deeply about.

Sexually, it was the same. I was always ready to satisfy any need, want, desire, kink, craving, or perversion she had. Whatever Leda wanted, I never had to be coerced into fulfilling those wants.

If Leda wanted to be with another woman, I had no objections...a twinge of jealously every once in a while... because, well I wanted to share in her pleasure. More often than not however, Leda would bring her play partners home for a ménage-a-trois.

There were men as well, but they were few and far between, as most guys just wanted to "do" her. For them, the thought of another guy being part of the scene put them in the 'homo' category. Still, we had some wonderful evenings with men as well as women and Leda introduced me into the joys of bi-sexuality.

I would also surprise her with erotic and kinky evenings of my own creation. But, even when the evening started with me in control, Leda wound up taking the lead by the end. Why? Because I was devoted to her pleasure.

We loved various role plays, but there was one scene which went from play into reality. When it started out, it was Goddess play. When I worshiped her it was with devotion and tenderness. Goddess play took turned kink into spirituality.

We started researching ancient Goddesses rituals, and we developed a real connection with the tenets of women being Mother Earth, the center of all, and began practicing those spiritual rituals in earnest. Many of the rituals would seem perverted or even taboo by today's standards, but not in the way we practiced them.

Using Hindu vernacular, her 'yoni,' the sacred spot, always received special attention. After all, life stemmed from the loins of the Goddess. Our spirits blended through her essence and orgasmic bliss.

Because of my natural submission, Leda would often take the time to expose my feminine side. She felt when I was in this state, she could better teach me the ways of the Goddess. Being penetrated by Leda's 'lingam,' or phallus, was a sensual and divine act.

When she took me, it was slow and meaningful. Leda said it allowed me to connect with my inner woman; to feel the closeness that comes from penetration; lose myself in the slow rhythmic motion, and build to where we met each other's thrusts with desire and passion.

She even found a group of like-minded Goddesses and offered me to them, properly prepared, as a neophyte to worship their Deity through my spiritual and physical submission to all.

There were also cleansing rituals integrated in our worship time. The flogging of my body would purify me, thus allowing me to properly worship my Goddess. Another was essence sharing.

This included the sexual essence produced through arousal and orgasm as well as other nectars. At times, these golden gifts were used to anoint; other times nectar was offered in a chalice; and other times it was served to me directly from the source, often during 'yoni' worship.

As I recalled those memories, I determined my submissiveness was actually reverence to the Goddess. I truly believed and still do believe women are the center of all.

Now with Sasha and Priscilla becoming more like their mother, those long-buried images came flooding back.

All of this went through my mind on the drive home back from Dr. Reynolds'.

Pulling into the driveway, I refocused on the task at hand. It was time to speak with Priscilla. As it was early evening, I wondered if she was at home. When she wasn't in the kitchen, I went to her room, and heard her talking on the phone. Knocking softly on her door, I apologized for interrupting her, but said I needed to speak with her.

Her answer was a very sexy, "I'll be right there, Daddy." Her voice had lustful overtones, especially on the word 'Daddy'. My mind was spinning, I needed a drink. Explaining Dr. Reynolds and the purpose of these appointments was going to be difficult.

I told her I was getting some wine and asked if she wanted a glass. "But of course," again her voice was lustful. When I asked white or red, she answered "Red, like my mood, and make it a Cab! Isn't there a bottle of Cakebread in the rack?"

I opened the door to the pantry where I have the wine rack and turned on the light. The first thing I saw was a pair of dark red panties dangling from the neck of the bottle of Cakebread. Now I REALLY needed a drink.

My initial reaction was 'of course you know there is a bottle of Cakebread in the rack;' followed by 'how am I supposed to react to her panties hanging from the bottle?' When I retrieved the panties, the gusset was very moist, which meant they were recently placed there. This cemented the need for the talk we were about to have.

Moving to the kitchen island, I poured a tall Chardonnay for myself; and opened the Cab for Priscilla. Sitting at the island counter, I spun various introductions around as to how I was going to start the conversation. Hearing the door to her bedroom open I knew the time was near, so I poured her wine.

I was expecting Priscilla to come around the corner in slippers and her oversized t-shirt. The sound of heels slowly clicking on the hardwood floor told me I was wrong. When she turned the corner, my heart literally skipped a beat.

Priscilla was dressed in a sheer, black sleeveless bodysuit with leather pants that looked painted on. Under the top of the bodysuit was a thin, black, strapless bandeau bra which seductively clung to and presented her full breasts. She looked stunning, showing everything while showing nothing at the same time.

I was instantly aroused.

Her heels had to be a least six inches, and the lift they gave to her legs was incredible. Priscilla's hair was impeccably styled, falling gracefully to her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. Her green eyes smoldered beneath her thick, long, black mascaraed lashes. Her eye shadow was a blend of deep pinks feathered to a lighter hue. There was a hint of green liner which made her eyes simply irresistible.

Long, gold, tear drop ear rings hung sensuously from each lobe. Around her neck was a magnificent gold necklace made up of solid round links with a large polished black onyx stone mounted on the center link. What turned me on the most was the rich, lush redness of Priscilla's lips.

With a black leather biker jacket slung over one shoulder, she sauntering toward the counter, speaking in that lusty tone, "Hello Daddy. Do you like?" She knew the answer. Before I could answer, she let the jacket drop to the floor and leaned over the table, showing me the fullness of her breasts. She extended an arm. An impure thought entered my mind and as she wrapped her slender, manicured fingers around the stem of her wine glass; the deep red polish glistened on her nails.

Standing, she tossed her hair slightly and turned slowly, moving a few feet away from the table. The fit of her leather pants accentuated her ass perfectly, causing a bit more stirring in my loins.

Turning back to me with one leg positioned in front of the other, Priscilla gazed into my eyes saying, "What did you want to talk to me about, Daddy? Annnnnd," she added, "you never answered my question." Bringing the wine glass to her lips, Priscilla took a slow sensual sip, leaving distinct lip prints upon the clear surface.

"Great wine, Daddy," was her simple reply.

Despite my growing arousal, I somehow managed to pull a few thoughts together.

"Priscilla, I will get to everything in a minute, but first I need to ask why your panties were hanging from the bottle of Cakebread?" I thought this was a logical first step. What I didn't realize, I had been fondling them the whole time.

"There they are!" She said in a slow somewhat sarcastic manner. "I was looking for them." There was a knowing smile on her lips as she took another sip.

This was going nowhere, so I moved on.

"This is precisely what I need to talk to you about. I find these panties hanging from a wine bottle in the pantry, and your only answer is, 'There they are, I was looking for them?' And look at the way you're dressed? Where could you be going?"

I thought a more direct approach might be a better alternative. Priscilla never strayed from her seductive persona.

"First Daddy," her voice was sexy but direct. "I put them there as a reminder."

Priscilla moved back to the kitchen counter and resumed the same leaning position as before, flaunting her ample cleavage. This time however, her wine glass was in front of her and she was running a manicured finger around the rim, starring into its deep red contents.

Lifting her eyes to mine, bending one leg upward until her heel nearly touched her leather clad buttocks, she continued.

"Second, I wanted your opinion on my new club outfit. Do you think it's too conservative?"

There was nothing I could say or do at that moment that was going to be an answer for anything. Priscilla was an erotic, seductive woman, and I wanted her. Simply put, I would have done anything she told me at that point.

I cleared my throat, looked down at my wine, and spoke.

"Priscilla, you look incredibly beautiful and seductive. I've noticed this for quite a while. Today I went to see a therapist, Dr. Eve Reynolds, whose specializes in human sexuality. I explained what I am seeing around the house, not only with you, but with Sasha as well when she was home. As a result of my conversation with her, I've made a series of appointments for you to meet with her."

I slid the appointment card towards her.

Her reaction was surprising.

"Wow, Daddy. Dr. Eve Reynolds! I read a few of her writings in college and she even spoke to our class when I took a course in human sexuality." She picked up the card, scanning the dates, and said, "I'd love to talk with her." Now looking directly at me, wearing a slight smirk, she continued, "There are quite a few things I need to discuss with her; for example, you, me, and Sasha. Thanks for making the appointments."

With that being said, she stood, and took another sip of wine. Looking at the clock, she told me she had to go and set her wine on the counter. She moved sensuously towards me, following my eyes as she approached. She lowered her head, putting one hand on the back of my neck, and the other under my chin to lift my head to hers. Slowly closing her eyes, she placed her lips on mine. The kiss was arousing; it wasn't a peck, nor was it passion. It was the first kiss of seduction.

Our lips lingered wonderfully together. I didn't want the feeling to end. Her touch, her smell, her total being overwhelmed me. I was hers.

When she finally broke from the kiss, Priscilla's eyes fluttered erotically. Then in a most seductive voice she added, "When you are done with my panties, Daddy, you know where to put them." I hadn't stopped fondling them the entire time.

Priscilla smiled knowingly; letting her hand pat mine, the one with panties in them. She then turned, picked up her jacket, and left.

Although she never told me why she hung her panties on the wine bottle, they did indeed serve as a reminder of my desire for her.

The ensuing weeks were a blur of lust and confusion. Her appointments with Dr. Reynolds were doing just the opposite of what I thought they would. Priscilla was sexier, more seductive, and more risqué than before.

She started not bothering to close the door to her room or the bathroom. At first, I tried to avert my eyes when I passed, but her blatant nudity was too powerful to resist. Priscilla's body was magnificent. My desire to worship and please my daughter was all consuming.

My house was turning into an emporium of eroticism. Panties were everywhere: the bathroom floor; door knobs; the hallway floor; and the kitchen counter. I even found a pair tucked behind the sofa cushion. That was the night I woke to sounds of moaning coming from the living room.

The next morning as I entered the kitchen to get the coffee started, I noticed the glow from the TV in the living room. I went in to turn it off and saw the main menu screen for a movie entitled "Daddy's Girl." The choices were: Play Again; Replay Favorite Scenes; and Exit. Superimposed on the 'Replay Favorite Scenes' bar was a red circle with a three inside.

Looking around for the remote, I found it on the sofa next to Priscilla's wand vibrator. There was also a bulge between the middle cushion and the back of the sofa. Moving the cushion away, I found her panties wrapped around a flesh tone phallus. Her panties were soaked and covered with her thick essence.

I was so aroused. My shaft was tenting my pajama pants. Not wanting to get caught, I simply turned off the TV, without exiting the movie. It was my intent to watch Priscilla's 'favorite scenes,' later that day when I was alone. I left everything else where I found it.

As it was the weekend, I tried to clear my head by getting into my typical routine of grocery shopping and other errands. I left a note telling Priscilla I'd be back around noon. When I got home I saw she added a message to mine. "At Dr. Reynolds'--Be back for dinner. Enjoy!" She left the familiar " ;)" wink along with pink lip prints under the word 'Enjoy.'

Going into the living room, I turned the TV back on, and immediately noticed the number in the circle on "Replay Favorite Scenes" had changed from three to one. Priscilla knew I was going to watch the movie. It was as if she was telling me what she wanted me to see.

It didn't take long for me to unbuckle my pants and release my hardened shaft. The scene was Daddy being totally under the control of his daughter. When I retrieved Priscilla's panties and phallus, the panties seemed wetter than before. I also notice the same pink lip prints from her note on the shaft and tip of the phallus along with a pink circle at the base of the crown.

By the end of the scene, Priscilla's panties were full and what I did with the phallus could only be called deviant.

Guilt overwhelmed me to the point where I was nearly in tears. How did things get so out of control? I even sought help, and that was going nowhere!

I spent the next few hours cleaning. I made sure the phallus was clean and all the laundry washed, folded, and put away. Entering Priscilla's room, I placed the vibrator and phallus on her bed, along with all of her clothes...including her panties. I couldn't bring myself to creep.

When Priscilla got home, I was in the kitchen preparing dinner. She was in a great mood, very bubbly and energetic. She came right up behind and gave me one of the nicest Daddy-Daughter hugs, pressing her cheek into my back.

"So how is the best Daddy in the whole world doing tonight?"

The shame I felt was overwhelming. I mumbled that I was tired from all the errands and cleaning. Priscilla said in a very neutral way, "I'll bet you are. The place looks great." Priscilla poured herself a glass of wine and refilled mine.

I was feeling a bit better as we ate dinner. Our conversation was easy. We listened to music and spoke about little things such as the music awards, the new mayor, and the bad start our baseball teams were having.

As we were doing the dishes, Priscilla said she wanted to thank me for all I do for her and Sasha. She apologized for leaving things a mess. She also, added, "Thanks for putting certain things back in my room. You didn't need to clean them. I was going to do that. But thanks." Priscilla put the sweetest little thank you kiss on my cheek.

"Oh, by the way, Dr. Reynolds said...actually she wants us to call her Eve. She said it's time we all get together for a family therapy session. She feels I've made real progress with my feelings, and now we all need to share them."

I'm thinking, "Progress?"

"Even though tomorrow is Sunday, she wants to see us tomorrow. The appointment is for 10:00am in her office."

It sounded odd to have a Sunday appointment, but after today's episode, I was glad for it.

The rest of the evening was fairly subdued. When Priscilla said, "Let's watch a movie," I blushed, and she chuckled, saying "Not that kind of movie, Daddy." Now I was positive that today was a set-up. Some of the earlier guilt returned.

Priscilla went to change into her night shirt, while I got "Green Book" loaded on Pay per View. Overall, Priscilla was well behaved, despite the usual flash or two of her intimate parts. When the movie was over, I hugged her good-night, and gave her a little kiss. As I began to walk to my room, Priscilla stopped me saying, "Daddy?"

Turning around I saw the most impish look on her face as she was now sitting on the sofa with her legs up, knees together and heels on the cushion. The night shirt was pulled over her legs covering them to about mid-calf, but with her ankles two feet apart, her intimate area was fully exposed.

I couldn't help but look and Priscilla, coyly biting her lip, whispered seductively, "Sweet Dreams, Daddy."

All I could say was "Thanks, same to you." Taking one more glance at her exposed area, I thought I saw it moistening. Familiar thoughts returned as I walked to my room, thankful I would be seeing Dr. Reynolds the next day.

Turning on the night light next to the bed, my eyes were drawn to a note on my pillow, along with the same pair of panties I found that morning and the phallus. The note said, "Can't wait for tomorrow. Sweet Dreams." Pink lip prints framed "Sweet Dreams."

Despite having cleaned them earlier that day, the panties were as wet as I when found them in the sofa. The pink lip prints were back on the phallus along with the ring. All guilt vanished as I plunged into the darkness of my desire for Priscilla.

Striping off my clothes, I mentally revisited Priscilla's Favorite Scene along with the image of her glistening lips moments earlier. My orgasm was so powerful, I simply drifted to sleep.

I woke at 8:30 the next morning in a bit of a rush. Needing to be at Dr. Reynolds' at 10:00, we would need to move quickly. I left the panties and phallus on the night stand, thinking "WTF, Priscilla knows." Throwing on my PJ bottoms, I hustled to the kitchen to make coffee.

"Priscilla!" I called as I got things brewing. "We have a little over an hour to get to Dr. Reynolds." Hitting the start button on the coffee, I moved to her open doorway, knocking on the frame to wake her. She was naked, sleeping on her stomach with just a sheet covering her legs and buttocks. I took a moment to admire the slumbering Goddess.

With another knock on the frame, I softly repeated my message, "Honey, we only have a little more than an hour to get there. We don't want to be late."

Priscilla stirred and lifted her head from the pillow, slightly propping herself up on an elbow. The side view of her breast was alluring.

"Daddy, maybe I forgot to tell you, but Eve only wants to see you at 10. The three of us will get together later today." Priscilla promptly plopped her head back on the pillow.

She did forget to tell me. Still, I had to move quickly: shower, shave, dress, get a coffee to go, and drive to Dr. Reynolds'. I made it there with five minutes to spare.

The parking lot was empty and the door to the office building was locked. Looking around I saw the call unit on the wall and pressed the button to Dr. Reynolds'. The door buzzed and I entered, making my way to her office.

Dr. Reynolds was the only one there. Even though it was a Sunday, she still looked professional and stunning at the same time. She was dressed in a starched, cream colored blouse with the top three buttons open. The blouse was tucked neatly into her tweed pencil skirt.

Sheer flesh toned nylons graced her legs. There was a dark brown French seam running down the back of the stockings which poured seductively into a pair of chocolate colored heels. The heels complimented the tweed of her skirt. Her make-up was minimal but on the smoky brown side. Dr. Reynolds' brunette hair and brown eyes presented an alluring contrast to her smooth creamy skin. Her lips were dark red.

She greeted me with a hug and the European style of kissing each cheek, although it was more of pressing her cheeks on mine with a soft "mawh."

The first time I used the professional title "Dr. Reynolds," I was gently, but immediately instructed to use Eve.

Eve led me into her office and offered me a chair. She began to tell me about what was going to occur during our session as she moved about. Taking a silk scarf from her desk she went behind me, softly covering my eyes with the sensual blindfold.

"I need to free you from all outside distractions. My method may seem a bit unorthodox, but I think you will see its effectiveness in the long run."

With my eyes covered, Eve continued the overview.

"In a few moments I will be taking you into the therapy room. You should feel a pleasant sensation from its oxygen rich environment. You'll hear the soft sounds of a gentle waterfall which will ease away tensions, along with soothing musical tones to touch and stimulate your inner being. I will guide you to a large therapy bed upon which you will lie on your back in complete nakedness."

I felt a warm rush on my face as I blushed. More than likely, Eve saw my reaction.

"Becoming naked is often embarrassing for many, thus your sight has been shielded to ease the process of removing your clothing. Once on the bed, I will gently bind you to its four corners. This process is more symbolic and is meant to tell your mind to release all resistance."

The thought of being bound spread eagle and naked was a bit stimulating, but also made me think about her methods. Did she do this with Priscilla as well? No wonder Priscilla got bolder.

Eve continued, "Then I will begin to ask questions to which I need your true feelings. Just tell me your thoughts. There are no correct answers, just true feelings. There is much to cover. However, to be effective, I need your complete submission. James, are you willing to participate?"

The word submission did not go unnoticed.

"Yes, Eve, I am willing to submit completely." I wasn't sure if she would pick up on my use of the word or not.

Eve had me stand and place my hands on her shoulders. What I felt surprised me a bit. I expected to feel the material from the blouse she was wearing. Now I only felt the smoothness of her skin along with the thin straps of her bra.

Taking small steps, I was led into the therapy chamber and instantly felt uplifted.

Without speaking, Eve stopped and softly removed my hands from her shoulders. Methodically, Eve removed my clothing. Despite being part of the therapy, I could not prevent myself from becoming aroused. It felt like I was having an out of body experience as I mentally saw this beautiful woman clad in a bra, skirt, nylons and heels slowly removing my clothing.

Once naked, I was guided to the bed and positioned upon it. A comfortable pillow was placed under my head. Soft cuffs were attached to my wrists and ankles and I heard clicks as they were connected to what had to be the restraints at the four bed corners.

"Although you will not be able to see me, I want to inform you I will also be naked. There are many reasons for this, many you will learn about during the session. In time, as our sessions progress and trust is built, the blindfold will become unnecessary.

As she spoke I heard the faint sound of a zipper, the sound of shoes being set down, and felt the air stir as Eve moved. I knew my shaft was hard and standing straight up. There was nothing I could do about it. Knowing Eve was going to be naked, and at some point I would be seeing her body as well, made having an erection almost acceptable.

"When you first came to see me, you told me there was sexual tension in your household. You said it involved both of your daughters, Priscilla and Sasha. You told me you thought things would settle down when Sasha went back to the university, but it seemed to be increasing with Priscilla being the only one at home.

James, what do you think is the cause of this tension?"

The question caught me off guard in its directness as well as its relevancy.

After taking a moment to collect my thoughts, I replied, "Eve, I would say there are numerous causes. First, the beauty and mannerisms of my daughters cause certain feelings in me. These feelings are considered taboo, thus creating deeper, darker feelings."

"James, are these darker feelings actually yearnings and desires for your daughters?"

My response was right on the tip of my tongue, but my mind held it in check. I go lost in the image of licking Sasha's fingers and being mesmerized by Priscilla's seductive ways.

"James, just let it out. As I said earlier, there are no wrong answers, just feelings."

"Yes..." I said it. Now I was waiting for the world to cave in on me.

"Do you want to have sex with them?"

Again, a hesitation, "No....well yes...but no. I don't want sex. What I want is to adore and worship my daughters. I want to give them pleasure. I want to fulfill their needs, wants, and desires as only a...." Words began to fail me. I believe Eve could sense I was struggling.

"I am going to stimulate your body James. Arousal has a way of unlocking one's thoughts." With that I felt the silkiness of fabric gliding over my penis. It began to twitch as I envisioned Eve's panties dancing across my shaft.

"Let the thoughts of my intimates release your feelings." I felt Eve's bra being placed onto my chest, the open cups perching over my breasts. Then I felt the bed move and the feeling of her feet being placed on either side of my hips.

There was a slight swirl of air followed by the sheerness of her hose skimming seductively over my body.

My mind's eye pictured Eve, in the nakedness I had yet to see, standing over me using her intimates to release the thoughts pent up in my brain. She was pushing me to my breaking point.

"You are a submissive man. Am I not correct, James?"

"Yes, Eve. I've always been submissive."

"Have you defined your submissiveness as I instructed."

"I have given it a great deal of thought, Eve. I believe women are Goddesses from whom all life evolves."

"Tell me; tell Goddess Eve, why you feel women are the center of the universe."

My story poured from me; each sentence lifting the years of burden from my soul. I ended with sharing how Sasha and Priscilla were becoming more like their mother and how I craved to worship them as Goddesses as I did with Leda. I began to cry.

Eve slowed her ministrations and I felt her presence next to me. Tender kisses were placed upon my covered eyes. I felt the warmth of her breath as she whispered in my ear, "Go home, the Goddess Priscilla waits for you."

I could feel Eve ease from the bed. The sounds of the room seemed to increase and a warm soothing breeze enveloped my body. I was drifting in a calm bliss. One by one the cuffs were removed. A moment later, Eve instructed me to remove the blindfold. When I looked around, I saw Eve sitting fully clothed on a chair not far from the bed.

Looking about, the room was surreal. It was adorned with flowers and all things tranquil. It was fashioned as a temple. Pictures of various Goddesses sat on mini, altar-like tables. Candles flickered next to them.

Eve smiled peacefully while she gazed at me. As I stood, she repeated her words, "Go home. The Goddess Priscilla is waiting. I will follow along in a bit, but there are things the two of you must share."

I dressed without conversation, but in peace. Eve just watched. When I was ready to leave, Eve stood and approached me. In a most pleasant way, she touched my face. All I could say was "Thank you."

****

The drive home was easy, I knew my role.

My mind was calm, but filled with my lust and desire for Priscilla. I was still in a sexual fog when I entered the kitchen; however, what I saw stopped me in my tracks. On the island was the phallus form the night before with the panties draped over the cock head.

Taking the panties in my hands, they were soaked. Before I could summarize why, Priscilla appeared in the hallway entrance. She looked stunning, wearing a simple mid-thigh, pink satin robe with matching heels and lipstick. It was the same shade as the pink lip prints on the note.

The soiled panties slipped from my hand and onto the floor at my side.

She allowed my gaze to linger a few moments before she untied the belt. The robe opened slightly. Her breasts remained partially covered but her smooth mound was exposed and seductively framed by the robe. Priscilla strolled towards me; her hips swaying; her eyes locked on mine.

She moved directly into me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling my mouth to hers. My arousal was instantaneous. She engulfed me; her tongue lustfully plunged into me.

Breaking from our kiss, Priscilla took a step back to let the robe fall completely from her. Her look was pure lust. Moving back into me, she picked up where she left off.

Our mouths were locked in a passion so forbidden. For the first time, my hands roamed the body I coveted for so long. Priscilla dropped a hand to my crotch, grabbing, squeezing, and stroking my hardness.

I was so turned on, I thought I might cum right then and there. Priscilla had other ideas. Pushing me away from her, her passion turned to control.

"Get naked Daddy. Get naked like me. I want to see that cock of yours. I want it rock hard like it was at Eve's an hour ago."

With a sense of contained urgency, I took off my clothes for the second time that day. Priscilla continued her sultry discourse.

"She called me after you left and told me about your session." I was now naked standing before my daughter; my cock erect, thick, and full. "

Changing her tone to sultry, Priscilla went on, "Eve told me about your yearnings and desires... Touch yourself Daddy. Stroke your cock."

Curling my fingers around my shaft, I slowly rubbed it as I listened to Priscilla's words.

"I know how Eve used her intimates to arouse you; to make you confess. I know all about your submissiveness and how you want to worship me as your Goddess. Yes Daddy, I know."

Priscilla's hands were moving over her torso and across her mound. "After her call I went to your bedroom to find my panties. When I felt your dried seed on the gusset, I had to have it. I put them on and masturbated, rubbing your dried cum into my pussy."

Seeing them on the floor Priscilla instructed me to "pick them; feel my arousal; rub my juices onto your cock."

Hear the squishing sounds of Priscilla's building needs was fueling mine.

"Knowing your cum was on me made me so horny, I had to fuck myself, Daddy."

Priscilla moved onto the table with her legs spread, dangling them over the edge. "Look how wet you've made me. It's time, Daddy. Time to make me cum, to taste what you've desired for so many years."

I dropped to my knees before her, lifting her legs onto my shoulders. Before me was her creamy yonni, covered with nectar. It was a bit of déjà vu, as this was the same way I worshiped, Leda, her mother, the first time.

Slowly I began to kiss the warm flesh surrounding her pussy. My tongue ran along her lips, collecting and savoring her essence. Priscilla's moans aroused my desire to worship her even more. When my tongue finally found her clit, her body shook.

Priscilla grabbed my head and guided my mouth over her area. She was close to cumming as her flow was beginning to stream from her. A few minute later she exploded. Her body quaked while she screamed one long and loud "Daaaaaaaddddddyyyyyyy."

I savored the torrent of juices which pouring from her.

******

Eve arrived about an hour later as we were sharing some champagne. Little did I know the journey towards the "Return of the Goddess" began that day.