How do we go back to normal after what happened?
I woke up the next morning feeling conflicted. I didnt want to upset my daddy, but i wasnt sure how I felt about what had happened. I couldn’t stop thinking about what he had said. About how it might not have been the first time.
I kept wondeing how long something like this had been going on. What was his interest with my feet anyway? Why my feet? why me at all for that matter? Wasn’t it.. completely messed up to even look at me that way? Instincts told me it was wrong, but…
“Good morning sweetheart. How did you sleep?” Daddy asked as he came into the kitchen.
“Oh. Uhh, good I guess,” I said awkwardly.
“Good. Want some breakfast?” He asked.
It was like last night hadn’t happened. I blinked in surprise at the normal question, unsure how to respond for a moment.
“Something wrong?”
There was something strange about the way he asked the question. It was like he wanted me to bring it up. Would he have tried to justify himself? Would he apologize and ask me not to tell anyone? Did he even feel bad? I don’t know why, but that thought made me stay quiet.
“No. Breakfast sounds good,” I said.
“Great! What should we have?” Daddy asked.
“I don’t care,” I said.
“How about bacon and some eggs?”
“Sure,” I said.
Daddy set about making our breakfast while I sat, troubled. Why was he so determined to pretend things werent weird? Did he think I would forget if we just didn’t talk about it? I had no idea.
In the end, we had our breakfast like a normal daddy and daughter. I felt incredibly awkward just pretending, but if this was some kind of test, I was determined to pass. Since he seemed content to not address it, I smothered my discomfort and ate my breakfast in awkward silence.
I excused myself as soon as possible and went back to my room. Daddy didn’t really bother me the rest of the day. Maybe he could tell I was troubled. I spent the day endlessly toiling over my confusing emotions while he piddled around the house, not really seeming to be doing anything despite how active he was.
I spent a lot of time in contemplation. I still didn’t know how I felt about it all. On one hand, my daddy had completely violated me while I was sleeping. On the other.. seeing daddy’s honest and unfiltered reaction to something as benign as my feet gave me a strange sense of value. How long had he been this way? What might have happened before? I know I’m a heavy sleeper, so the possibilities seemed worth considering.
Was this a regular occurrence for him? Did he usually just not wake me with his antics? More importantly, would he stop now that he’d been caught?
The question bounced around my brain all day. I honestly didn’t know. Part of me wanted to forgive, forget, and pretend I wasn’t aware. But something about the memory of him crouched over my feet made me morbidly fascinated to know more.
I knew I couldnt talk to him about it, but I wasn’t willing to just ignore it either. So, I came up with a solution. I got dressed and went out to find him. He was in the living room watching a movie, and I tapped him affectionately on the arm as I passed.
“I’m going for a walk,” I said.
“Oh, okay. Want me to come?”
“No that’s okay. I’m just going to enjoy the city a bit,” I said.
“Okay honey. Call me if you need me.”
“I will. Love you,” I said as I opened the door.
“Love you honey,” he said.
I set out on my walk with a very clear destination in mind. Daddy’s house wasnt very far from any of the shopping districts. I found an electronics store without much effort and went inside. It was all a little much for me, and I had no idea exactly what I was looking for. Luckily, an employee came to help me before I started to wander aimlessly.
“Something specific we can help you with?” he asked.
“Yeah. I need a camera,” I said.
“We have plenty of cameras with beautiful resolution.”
“Oh, no. Not that kind of camera,” I said.
“Oh?” he asked.
“Like a security camera,” I said.
“Oh! Absolutely!”
He didn’t miss a beat. He just started leading me to the section of the store that held all the security equipment. He showed me several that would have worked with my intentions, but none were particularly convenient.
“I was hoping for something discreet. Something people won’t notice. I’m kind of trying to catch someone in the act,” I confessed.
“Hmm.. Well then how about this one? It’s a two pack.”
He showed me what I could only assume was the world’s smallest cameras. They were hardly bigger than a dime, and didn’t look remotely like cameras. It was perfect.
I gave the man the credit card mom gave me, and he came back with the cameras in a bag for me. I knew i couldn’t just walk back into the house holding a bag and expect daddy not to ask what was in it, so I also went to the shoe store.
I picked out a pair that showed off my toes splendidly. Looking back on his behavior the previous day, I was hoping daddy wouldn’t think of anything else if i told him I got a pretty new pair of shoes. I got a big bag for the box and made sure to put the cameras beneath it. Then I walked back home to enact my plan.
“What you got there?” Daddy predictably asked as I walked through the door.
“New shoes,” I said.
“More new shoes?” he asked incredulously.
“Yep. cute ones,” I said.
“Well can I see them?” he asked.
“Maybe. I think I’m going to wear them tomorrow. You can see them then,” I teased.
“Hmm. Fine then,” he said mock grumpily as I made my way to my room. Once there, I discreetly got to work opening and setting up my new cameras. They were battery powered rather than a cord you needed to plug in somewhere. Built in microphones gave basic audio functionality as well. They were also wifi and bluetooth compatible, and I could pull the live feed up on my phone and save any footage to my phone’s storage with the simple press of a button. It was exactly what I needed.
I positioned each of the cameras discreetly on my bed posts so that I would have more than one angle of coverage. Testing the angles until I was sure I would get the best shot possible, I eventually got them perfect.
We ate dinner soon after that, and I was almost too excited to go to bed afterwards. I took a quick shower and put on some jammies, then kissed him goodnight and went to my room. Anticipation made it hard to sleep, but I laid there until it finally came. I made sure to leave my nightstand light on.
The cameras were night compatible, but it wasn’t for the cameras. I was just trying to set the stage. Daddy would always come and turn my light off when I fell asleep with it on. I was counting on it.
I woke up the next morning, all too excited to watch my footage. I spent a whole hour watching it back in fast forward. But when daddy came into my room, he only turned the light off and left without looking twice at me.
I didn’t know if I was relieved or disappointed. I had planted the seed and given him fertile soil to grow it. Yet, he only kissed me gently on top of the head and left.
I spent a lot of time quietly studying daddy after that. We went out and did things like a normal family would, and by everything I could observe, daddy had been completely normal around me. It really seemed like he was pretending nothing had happened.
I somehow felt both relieved and disheartened without knowing why. Days passed with no strangeness other than the lingering questions in my head. I checked my footage every morning and found another innocent example of daddy’s restraint.
I began to wonder if it had actually been a one time thing after all. Or perhaps his conscience wouldn’t let him continue now that I knew his secret. I wasn’t sure what the case was. But for over two weeks, there was nothing.
When three weeks had passed without further weirdness, I had started to push the event to the back of my mind. I hadn’t forgotten, but it seemed more and more like a one time occurrence. Days later, I was going about my morning routine, casually watching the security cam footage when I seen it.
Daddy came into my room to turn my light out, but before he did, he paused. His hand rested on the lamp switch, but he didn’t click it. He seemed to consider himself for a moment before looking towards my face. He just stood there, watching me sleep, perhaps making sure? After a moment, his eyes fell shamefully upon my exposed toes.
I had gone a few days back to get a pedicure and a fresh color for my toes. This one was a glittery ruby color that shined and sparkled endlessly in the light. Daddy seemed to be transfixed by them as he stared. And then he took a step away from the nightstand, leaving the light on.
I watched in rapt facination as he approached my feet. His eyes were hungry, and it was an expression I was so unused to seeing that I knew what was about to happen. He took a last look towards my face to see if I was really asleep, then his pyjamas hit the floor.
I gasped quietly at the footage as daddy’s manhood came on full display. I hadn’t been awake enough to realize the last time, but it was really big. He started to stroke it, almost casually as he leaned down close to the bed. Through the video, I heard daddy take a deep breath in, sighing in pleasure when he let it out. He was sniffing my feet.
Then I saw his tongue shoot out to taste them. He took hesitant licks on my feet, carefully checking my face after each. When I remained oblivious to his deeds, he slowly increased his exploration.
I saw him begin sticking my toes into his mouth one by one, tongue wrapping them in a loving embrace. It was surreal to watch my daddy lusting over my feet while I slept. The way he treated them was almost religious. He couldn’t seem to get enough of them, and all the while I slept on, oblivious.
Daddy spent more than an hour in my room playing with my tiny feet. He seemed insatiable. I couldn’t believe that in all the time he licked, sucked, smelled, and otherwise obsessed over my feet, I hadn’t noticed. And all the while, daddy maintained a hand on his manhood, stroking it endlessly.
It went on for so long that I thought about fast forwarding through some of it. But then the moment I had bought the cameras for finally came. Daddy stepped forward, eyes constantly flicking to my face to check his safety. With slow, careful rhythm, he stroked himself while staring at my feet. And then he crouched closer.
I heard his measured breathing going ragged. His hand increased its pace. His eyes seemed to be locked on my glistening toes. Suddenly, he backed off.
I thought at first he had a change of heart, or maybe I had moved in a way that made him think I was awake. But then I saw him fumble around in his discarded pyjama pants for his phone. Daddy wasn’t changing his mind at all. He was preparing to record himself.
My jaw dropped slightly as I watched him ready his camera. He wanted to document what happened next. It spoke of a mindset that I had hoped I had imagined. But seeing it play out before my eyes left no room to doubt.
Daddy crouched low over my feet, his phone aimed right at his work. I watched in fascinated horror as he began to stroke it again. This time, there was no patience, no calm.
Daddy lowered himself only inches above my naked toes and went into a frenzy. His breathing became loud and chased, and the look in his eye was nothing short of desperate. He started shaking the bed slightly with his exertions, and I wondered how I hadn’t noticed again. But somehow, I stayed asleep, blissfully ignorant of what was about to happen.
And happen it did. Only a few seconds later in fact. Daddy gasped in sudden pleasure and pointed his member at my toes. I slowed the video down to appreciate what came next. I could even zoom in on what was happening. I did so with one camera, watching my feet as close as possible. The other I left focused on daddy’s face.
When it happened, pure bliss was painted across his features. He sighed with a slight moan hidden inside as he watched his member erupt onto my feet. Even expecting it, I gasped when I saw the first drops hit my toes.
Maybe that was because of what I was watching. Perhaps the cause was who I was watching. Or maybe I just wasn’t ready for the sheer amount of fluid that came out.
In any case, my eyes went wide at the sight of daddy pumping squirt after squirt straight onto my toes. It landed and seemed to cling unnaturally to my skin as he worked more and more out. Soon my toes were verily plastered with daddys thick cum.
He continued stroking for far longer than I thought he would after it stopped coming out. It was like he wanted to be sure all his cum came out. When he finally stopped jerking it, he actually pressed it to the bottom of my foot, wiping the excess from the tip.
I watched, completely transfixed as he carefully zoomed in with his phone camera. He spent several seconds just documenting what he had done. He got several angles that seemed to perfectly display his work. When he had adequately captured my messy toes, he finally put the phone away. I thought it was over, but daddy had other plans.
He retrieved his pyjamas from the floor, finally putting his swinging rod away. Then he came back to my feet. His eyes shifted from admiring back to longing again. With something animal in his eyes, he leaned in.
I watched as daddy started licking my feet clean, just as he had the last time. His tongue was an expert at gathering himself up. He thoroughly licked the stray cum from the tops of my feet, then moved on to my more messy toes.
He carefully cleaned each toe before moving on to the next. Before he had gone far though, he suddenly leapt back, eyes wide. I heard my sleeping self let out an oblivous groan in my sleep before pulling my feet away from him and under the blanket.
Daddy had been interrupted in his cleaning. He stood there, eyes wide, and I could tell he didn’t quite know what to do. He seemed to look around the room for a solution, but apparently didn’t find one. I had curled into a tight ball, and I knew just by looking that that was the same position I had woken up in.
Daddy just stared at me for a long moment before going to my lamp and turning the light out. Then he quietly left the room, apparently deciding to just hope for the best. After my bedroom door closed behind him, I ended the video. Looking at the timestamp, I noticed that this had only happened about an hour ago.
I frowned in thought. I had assumed daddy had come in before going to sleep. Instead, he seemed to have come in as soon as he woke up. That gave me pause, and I went back to my bed to investigate.
Sure enough, there were chalky white marks on my sheets and the underside of my blanket. I just stared at the evidence for several long moments. Slowly, I looked down at my bare feet for the first time since waking. My eyes went wide when I saw it.
My feet were mostly as I expected them to be. Cute, tiny, and freshly pedicured. What I wasn’t expecting were the almost imperceptible traces of dried fluid crusted to them. And there, between my second and third toe on my left foot, was a glistening glob.
It had apparently sat undisturbed since daddy left the room, safely preserved in the tightest crack my toes had to offer. I flexed my toes apart to appreciate what I was seeing, and finally felt the wet sensation as they came back together. Daddy’s cum was still on my feet.
I stared in fascination at the scene. Without daddy in the room, I was free to just.. be. I traced a finger across my toes, feeling the crustiness I had missed before. Dried cum. My daddy’s cum.
I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I was suddenly stretching my foot up to my face, struggling to run my tongue across the dried fluid. My effort seemed pointless at first, but then the film on my toes started to moisten again and feel slicker than my skin should have, even with spit on it.
I spent several seconds licking at my own feet, but I couldnt taste anything. Whatever flavor daddy’s cum had was gone after it dried, I guessed. But that only gave me the encouragement to do what I had been considering the whole time. Slowly, hesitantly, I extended my tongue toward my toes, carefully extending them so I could properly collect my prize. And with excitement I couldn’t explain, I licked daddy’s cum from my toes.
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