Shower and preparation

Dad did not follow me into the shower, something I was both thankful for and a little disappointed by. A part of my would be more than content to spend the entire day rutting like rabbits with him. The more intelligent side reminded me I had already agreed to my date with Dean and that, as nice as it was, one could not fuck at the expense of other things.

That was mostly what my mind focused on as I stood under the hot spray of the shower. It felt good and helped me clear my mind. There was a lot to think about after our little bout of fun in the kitchen.

What I had expected from the **** sticker had been an inability to ignore dad's orders. I did not expect it to strip any real agency from me at all. Granted, I had seen Sophia and Dick Ryder both lose their defiance when I had enslaved them, but I had assumed in the latter's case it was a result of the Unknown sticker, and in Sophia's I had assumed I had already fucked the defiance out of her. The girl clearly had some sort of dominant/submissive kink going on that she needed help with.

But when I had put the **** sticker on, there had been no doubt or concern. My master was in control and I would do whatever he ordered me to without complaint. The idea that I totally lost any independence like that disturbed me; my mind was the one thing I had control over after all. A fact I was beginning to doubt more and more as I used the stickers. That bothered me as well.

It was also really hot.

I traced my fingers along the outline of my stomach, running them gently along my vulva and shuddered. Knowing that I had been subservient to someone that cared about me and wasn't going to hurt me helped alleviate some of the horror. What dad _had _done was also something I wouldn't mind repeating again. Every morning, if I could get away with it.

Promise of fun on the horizon, I **** myself to focus and finished my shower. After blow drying my hair dry, I walked back downstairs brushing my hair. Dad had gone to the living room and was watching the morning news. Nothing outside the usual was on, the usual minor crimes, a break in at a local convenience store, standard Brockton Bay garbage. I stopped by the table first to pick up the sticker sheet; I found the **** sticker dad had used on me with his name still written on it. With it in hand, I walked over and leaned on the couch next to dad, loosely holding my brush in one hand. He was wearing his pajama bottoms again and looked relaxed, more than he had in ages.

He smiled up at me, "Hey kiddo. Feeling better?"

"Much." I told him. "Also thank you for... experimenting, with me."

"Happy to help." he replied nonchalantly. "I hope I didn't take it too far."

I laughed and draped an arm around his shoulders, "Not at all! That was fun, and in fact..."

I presented the sticker to him, "In the future, when we're home alone and don't have obligations to worry about, I want you to use it on me again."

His eyebrows went high in surprise. "Are you...sure?"

My lips twisted up and I nodded, "Yes. I trust you to make things fun and to take it off when you're done."

Dad reached for it, but at the last second I pulled away and added, "You can ONLY use it on me if you're planning to have fun. Not to make me do chores around the house. Got it?"

He looked at me playfully, "Taylor, I'm hurt, do you really think I'd do something like that?"

My eyes slowly drifted to the spotless kitchen then back to him. A laugh escaped him and he nodded, "You have my word Taylor. I won't **** it."

I handed him the sticker, "Thank you," and stood up to stretch.

"Now, I have to start getting ready for my date with Dean."