Don't take things that dont belong to you

Become Franks submissive **** – target 199 – roll 62 (12 + 50) – target failed – current subliminal score 50

Liz walked across the hall and sat on the corner of her bed in a daze.

He had taken more then just her door. The bed had been stripped to the bare mattress, her eyes flicked to the almost empty wardrobe before she realised the towel covered more then any of that would.

She wracked her brains desperately searching for an escape plan. No family, no friends, barely any acquaintances. No money of her own.

She snapped back when she heard Franks heavy footsteps coming towards her room.

When he appeared in her doorway she knew time was up.

For the first time in her life Liz looked at the real Frank. He told everyone he was 6 foot 2 but Liz had seen him walk past the measuring sign beside the door at the gas station enough to know he was 5 foot 11. The expensive suits and fancy barbers could make him look charming and presentable.

The transformation into fat and lazy had been gradual. First it was taking off the tie as soon as he would get home from his business meetings. After a few months he wore the jackets less and less.

He started spending time around the house in sweatpants and tanktops.

Mom made him so much food he put on about 35 to 40 pounds in the last few years and the **** went from a beer every week or two to a 24 pack a day.

After her mother got sick it had gone to another level. She hadn’t seen him shower or change clothes in the last month his tank top was stained several colors around the middle and his sweatpants were heavily stained with cum from his month-long masturbation marathon.

2 steps brought him from the doorway to standing in front of her, the smell magnifying with proximity to her nose

His face showed equal parts excitement and fear. Frank took a deep breath to steady his nerve and asked

“Why are you holding the towel so

tight?”

[Drop the towel, there’s no need for modesty between loved ones.] – target 105 – roll 95 (45 + 50) target failed – subliminal strength 48.

Her hands started to move, frank probably got a flash of nipple before the towel pulled back up. “N….No!” squeaked Liz “I… I don’t want you to see me…” she stammered before trailing off without finishing the sentence.

Frank was surprised and confused by he response. She was supposed to be completely submissive to him but she refused the very first thing he had tried.

Ok, no problem, just need to be a little more forceful, that’s all. “Give me my towel!” Frank said louder and more firm then the previous command.

[Frank paid for the towel, so if he wants it, he can have it. In fact, anything he paid for, he either lets you use it or doesn’t, and you have to follow his rules] – target 130 – roll 148 (100 + 48)– target hit – Critical success- subliminal strength 60

The realization ran over Liz like a truck. The towel belonged to Frank, just like everything else in the house. The only thing she owned was the pairs of leggings she bought at 13 with birthday money. Birthday money given to her by Frank she now realized.

She didn’t want to invoke the wrath and ire of a man who controlled everything in her life. She was only alive because of his generosity, his food, his house, this was HIS room, HIS bed.

With a shaking hand she held the limp towel out to Frank well squeezing her thighs as tightly together as possible and holding the other arm across her chest.

Frank took the towel and spent a minute just staring at his gorgeous step daughter, scared damp and naked before him.

He brought the towel to her shoulder and started wiping her neck and the side of her arm. She recoiled a little but other wise seemed to scared to resist.

As he wiped her chest he used his other hand to take her wrist and, with only minor resistance, pull it aside. He enjoyed his first unobstructed view of her nipples and was thrilled to see they were still hard from the cold shower.

Frank rubbed the cheap scratchy material on her chest and was delighted to hear her bite back a moan. The towel quickly reached saturation and stopped drying anything but Frank continued rubbing the wet scratchy fabric across her tight body.

As he rubbed it along her thighs he started to talk to her again. “as an adult, you need to provide something to the household in order to live under my roof” he laid the towel across her thighs, then using the blade of his hand he **** his fingertips between her thighs bring the towel with them. Sliding his hand further up the towel and the outside of his index finger pressed against the folds of her pussy which felt pleasantly warm.

“I’ll leave it up to you, what do you think you could do to earn your keep around here?” he whispered in her ear as Liz let out another low moan, this one she couldn’t prevent from escaping.