Once Divorced from My Wife, My Stepdaughter Immediately Bared Her True Prim Bitch Virgin Nature with, "Dad and I Are Total Strangers Now, Right? - Chapter 19

“…Reika. Hold on. What did you just say we’re buying?”

“Yes. I proposed we go buy a human-use collar. I want to become Daddy’s little puppy too.”

We were in the motsunabe restaurant on the department store’s restaurant floor housing the museum. Hotpot for lunch felt luxurious, but the hormone-infused cabbage was sweetly delicious. Reika suggested alcohol since no driving, but after last time, I declined and sipped non-alcoholic beer.

“Sure, you’re not my daughter anymore, but… that’s a bit…”

“Oh, puppies are precious family too? Don’t you think this slutty b1tch dog—bred as Daddy’s daughter yet tempting you—needs retraining into an obedient pup?”

I instinctively checked fore-aft seats empty. Reika wouldn’t slip, but just in case.

“Too much human treatment, and I’ll get arrogant. Not always, but puppy play would hammer home I’m just Daddy’s bred b1tch dog—deeper submission.”

“Logic’s fuzzy… But you crave more b1tch-dog handling, need the gear?”

“Yes! Spot on, Daddy. Thrilled by your insight. Ah, perfect… Denied living room sitting till permission; no human toilet, so leg-up piss in bath. Needs approval—tease me, and hallway accident… What punishment? Something dignity-crushing, please.”

Reika’s fantasies spun wild; I wanted no real cruelty.

“Consult SM shop staff on that?”

“…Wait. Heading there now?”

“Oh, otherwise… Pet shop collar for me? Staff shock. Large-dog one works, but…”

“…No, skip it. You win. To your shop.”

“Thanks. ‘Daddy’ too awkward there—call you Koji-san… Koji-san… Heehee, like newlyweds.”

Reika phone-searched location gleefully, ignoring me. I sighed inwardly, chugged non-alc beer.

*******

“Koji-san… Here.”

At the shop, Reika switched to “Koji-san” as planned. The SM store’s facade blended innocently. I escorted Reika inside. Curiously browsing, a female clerk approached—spotted us newbies. Relief; hated males near Reika here.

“Welcome. Seeking what?”

“Um, a collar…”

“Oh, you’re his sub?”

“Yes, want b1tch-dog treatment… First time—show options?”

Clerk pro, no prying—serious tips to Reika. Sidelined, I wandered. Costumes clear, but mystery tools aplenty. Deep scene. Ten minutes later, Reika held items.

“Ah, Koji-san. Want these?”

Collar-leash set, handcuffs, ankle cuffs, blindfold… Remote rotor. For station pickup stuffing… Reika’s lewdness ramping.

“Remotes-vibes get, but this?”

“Vibe-securing band. Dual-hole—fix vibes in pvssy and ass. Leashed lover begging double-stuffed walk? Cutest b1tch pup.”

“Gotta surrender anal virginity to Koji-san soon for double walks…♡”

Reika’s delusions raced; clerk unfazed—vet.

“Anal vibes: hygiene first, as said. Beginners—ease into extremes gradually.”

More advice, then checkout. Specialist prices stung, but Reika’d “pay body.”

“Enjoy master’s gentle training.”

Words trailed us out; Reika draped clingy.

“Heehee, Koji-san… Bashful…♡”

“Good girl, Reika. Absorbed clerk tips, voiced desires.”

“Yes. Home soon—Koji-san puppy walk me. But first…”

Reika’s eyes lust-melted, up-gazing b1tch-in-heat.

“Tease with that remote rotor homeward. Permit convenience store toilet insert?”

“Knew it. Grab extras too.”

Hand-in-hand, I zapped rotor-fitted Reika writhing. Ultimately, her pleas broke us—sucked into station-near love hotel.