Chapter 35: Reunion

15 November 2025

Olivia finished clearing the dishes, and Bob rinsed them at the sink. Since it was Saturday, Gretchen had the day off, so there was no one else to take care of the kitchen duties. Standing at the counter reminded Bob of a decade ago, before the family could afford a full-time housekeeper. Most of the time, Mary would take care of those things, but on the weekends, Bob tried to chip in.

“Daddy, do you remember when you used to let me play with the bubbles?”

“Livy, are you in my head or something?” he said with a chuckle. “I was just thinking about when I used to do the dishes.”

She smiled, and it just melted his heart. Even with the glowing red eyes, her happy face was everything to Bob.

“I do wish you had let me do the dishes, Master. I can’t explain it, but I feel like I’m letting you down by letting you do the dishes. If you hadn’t commanded me, I would have insisted on waiting on you hand and foot, just like you deserve.”

Bob felt a surge of arousal from his daughter’s comment, along with a twinge of guilt. How could it be right for him to have that much power over her?

Without warning, Olivia pressed her body against his, wrapping her arms around his chest and squeezing him. “I love you, Daddy, and don’t you dare feel guilty. I love doing things for you. I hope you know that I’ll gladly do anything for you.”

Fuck, he thought. She really is in my head.

“Do you mean anything, Livy?”

“Of course, Master. I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it. What can I do to please you? What do you want from your little girl?”

He swallowed hard.

“Livy, I want to be in your life. And I want you to be in mine. I feel like there has been this wall between us for a while. I want us to be close again.”

“Oh, Daddy, that sounds amazing. I want that so much.” She rubbed her cheek along the back of his shoulder. And he was sure that he was feeling the curves of her chest as she hugged him. “I’ve missed you, Daddy. I’m so sorry that I’ve been so difficult.”

Bob stopped any pretence of washing dishes so he could turn around and face her. He risked that she might notice his slight erection. This conversation needed to happen face-to-face.

“Livy, dear, I don’t think you’ve been difficult. Not at all. You grew up. That’s not easy for anyone. Least of all for a young woman.”

“Oh, thank you, Daddy. You’re so wonderful and understanding. What did I do to deserve you?”

Bob hugged her, and kissed her sweetly on the top of her head. There were times when he loved being taller than Livy, and this was definitely one of them. Sure, if she were six feet tall, like he was, she would probably look like a willowy model or an athlete. But having her a full head shorter was even better for moments like this.

“I’m the lucky one, Livy. I get to be your father.”

“And my master, right? You aren’t having second thoughts about that, are you?”

He looked at her expression. Olivia’s eyes were huge, with shades of excitement and likely fear. Damn, I never realised how deeply this virus thing would affect someone.

“No, Livy. I don’t have any second thoughts at all. You’re going to be mine forever. And I promise that I’ll be here for you.”

She shivered. Her eyes closed, and her eyelids were rapidly pulsing. Then they opened again, and the ruby red light was simply blazing.

“Thank you, Daddy. I love you.”

She got up on her tiptoes, and kissed his lips softly.

“I love you too, Livy.”

While Bob enjoyed the affection from his daughter, he felt a vibration against his hip. He checked his mobile, and saw a notification on the lock screen.

On my way home, love.

“Your mum is coming home, Livy. We should finish cleaning up, so we can be ready to greet her.”

***

Jenny’s car pulled up to the Edwardses’ home roughly twenty hours after it had departed. Inside, Mary sat perfectly still, her hands resting flat on her thighs, with the soft fabric of her yoga pants against her palms. She did not look out of the window at the manicured hedges or the streetlamps down the way.

She felt a strange new comfort returning home, because she knew she was coming closer to her Master. Even though she had been gone for less than a day, she felt like a brand new woman, and she was quite desperate to be with her husband again.

Jenny led her out of the car. Mary followed up the path. This was home, the place where she belonged.

Bob was waiting at the open front door as they arrived. He was dressed in dark blue jeans and a Chelsea polo shirt. By his side, Olivia was dressed in a black sleeveless top and charcoal tights.

Mary smiled at the sight of the two most important people in her life. She had never wanted to be with them more than she did at that moment.

“Master, I’m so happy to be with you again. I’m so sorry for everything that I’ve done to treat you as less than the amazing man you are.” A wave of emotion was rising within her, getting ready to crest as she neared him. “May I please?”

Bob nodded, and he held out his arms. Mary rushed into his embrace, hugging him as if her life depended on it.

Olivia joined the family reunion, reaching one arm around Bob’s waist, and the other around Mary’s.

“Welcome home, Mum.”

“Thank you, Livy. I’m so happy to be here. So happy to be with you again.”

“Livy? Mum, you called me Livy. Are you okay?”

“Yes, dear. I’m better than okay. I’m going to be a good mother for you. I’m going to serve your father, and make you happy. That’s what I am supposed to do.”

Mary looked up at Bob.

“Please, Master. Tell me what I can do to make you happy again. I need to please you so much.”

“We shall all go inside, and together we will talk about that. How does that sound?”

Mary lit up at being invited into the house. She needed to be restored as a part of his life. The hours away from him had been an eternity.

“Thank you, Master. I promise to be a good girl from now on.”

***

Olivia stood in front of the mirror in her bathroom and looked at the woman in the reflection. It had been a long day, and the small signs of exhaustion were showing. Still, as she brushed her teeth, she felt a compulsion to stand up straight rather than hunching over the sink.

She turned off the water and the room fell into silence after the final splash from the tap. Outside the loo, though, she could hear the amorous sounds of her parents. She couldn’t even remember the last time she heard the two of them having sex before this weekend. Now, she was listening to it with excitement, just one day after she had witnessed it.

Her rosy cheeks weren’t the only red she saw in the mirror, of course. My eyes.

Olivia had noticed Jenny’s eyes were so vividly blue. And her mum’s eyes - which had once been chestnut brown - now glowed like emeralds. And then there were her own eyes.

She closed them, and took a deep breath. Buck up, Livy. Keep calm and carry on.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw… nothing. The irises had gone pitch black.

She wasn’t afraid of this development. It was right. She was calm and strong. Just like her Master wanted her to be.

Done with the sink, Olivia stripped off her clothes, and stepped into the steaming shower. The hot water striking her was the perfect way to finish her day. She let the needles of heat work out the remaining tightness in her shoulders and her back. Then she turned to let the spray hit her front.

The sensitivity was shocking. The streams of water on her chest were giving her goose pimples all the way down her arms. And as she worked her body wash into her skin, she was certain something was different.

Are my boobs different?

Different or not, they were certainly sensitive. More than before. And down there… bloody hell. She barely grazed herself while lathering, and she almost lost control from the pleasure.

I’m going to have to have a talk with Jenny at some point to find out what other surprises I should expect.

Olivia turned off the water before grabbing her towelling gown and a hair wrap. She enjoyed the spun Egyptian cotton against her skin, and she padded to her bedroom. The warmth of the bathroom gave way to the chill of the corridor, before she found warmth again in her room. The radiator was doing its duty thankfully, so when she shed the gown, she could be comfortable enough.

She took another opportunity to admire herself, this time in the full-length mirror. She was going to need to find out how her father wanted her to dress. It was beyond important that he be happy with how she appeared.

I wonder if he’d like it if I were smooth down there too.

She trailed her fingers through the soft hairs on her mound. She kept it neat, but… so much more to think about now.

She pulled a nightshirt over her head and slipped on some pyjama bottoms. Olivia decided she liked how she looked. Especially the eyes. Somewhere between the start of the shower and now, the red had returned. The colour gave her a feral look.

She picked up a pair of specs from her nightstand, and checked herself out. The red glow faintly filled the lenses.

That’s the look, she said to herself.

Olivia busied herself to get ready for bed. She hung up her towelling gown and hair wrap to dry. She turned out the lights and she closed her bedroom door. It had been a few minutes, but her parents were at it again. She smiled, but that didn’t keep her from turning on her white noise machine before climbing into bed.

Author's Note: This is the last chapter of Act One. When I wrote the full first draft, I had divided the story into "books," and this marked the end of Book 4. Acts 2 and 3 are forthcoming. But I'll keep everything contained in the same single story, since it all goes together. I figured it would be fun to give a little insight into how I saw the story arc.

If you have read the story thus far, I hope you'll leave me comments or message me directly. I wrote this story for myself, but I also wrote it for the people -- YOU -- who would be reading it. So thank you for being on the journey so far, and buckle up for the next phase of Absolute Yes!

-HT