I inquired about the presence of a razor in this all female institution to which Sister Margrette replied that it had belonged to a visiting priest wh...o had left it a long time in the past...it was old but should be still usable. I also asked for the method to hold the stockings up and was advised to roll them as I had already figured out for myself. Later, I hoped to be given some garters. Sister Margrette gathered all the remnants of my male clothing into a bundle and, giving me a tour of. I didn't want to "blow" him when I was alone as I thought that there was no way I would be able to control my bodily functions and the risk of anything going wrong. I couldn't believe how much of a slut I had become but more was to come. As Dad and I got closer spending more time together we became more honest with each other and I started to ask Dad about his sex life. He never said anything about his gay experiences. I still didn't know at this stage if it was still a fantasy of his or her. “Now”, she continued”, “I can’t lock you up like that, take off the robe and anything underneath”. I obeyed immediately, at which she smiled. “Good boy, now come and kneel in front of me”.I found myself kneeling, with me cock in a chastity cage about to be locked, in front of what can only be described as a Goddess. Not only in terms of her undeniable beauty, but her charm, her success, and her intelligence all combined to make her my true superior.“Now, I think we should be clear on how this. The first night she was gone Daddy didn't come in my room at all. I laid in bed naked waiting for Daddy and he never came in. So finnallyI got up out of bed and tip toed into the hallway. Daddy was fast asleep on the couch, he had past out watching the steelers game. I walked over turned the tv off and slowly got on top of him. Still naked and somewhat horny. Daddy's dick was already hard when i walked out there even if it wasn't it would be now. i was straddled on top of Daddy and i was.