<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">New, York<br/><em>New, York</em></span></div><hr/><br/>The bright lights of glitzy uptown Manhattan hide the sexual decadence of its citizens.  Behind the post-modern walls of contemporary brick and future glass, aberrance lurks in the high-rise apartments of the fabulously wealthy.  Meet Arthur Lansing.  A Gulf War army veteran, he is a billionaire software tycoon with a dark secret.  He is at the beck and call of his little princess.  Certainly, many men might find themselves in the same position…  but only few could truly find themselves in Arthur’s current position.  Dressed in leather, with a gimp mask over his face that protruded a long black dildo from his mouth, he crouched low to prop up his darling daughter’s legs up.<br/><br/>Yes, yes, Arthur Lansing found himself as a member in a strange proposition.  He was his daughter’s loving slave.  And, as warped and as strange as it may sound, Arthur loved it.  He loved being humiliated by his beautiful daughter.  He loved being fucked by his beautiful daughter.  He loved being tortured by his beautiful daughter.  He was very good, too.  He only came when she allowed it.  He did everything she wanted.  He bought her whatever she desired.  He was a good, prosperous slave; and as sick as it was, Arthur desperately loved her.<br/><br/>Things have not carried on in this way forever.  Indeed, Arthur did not discover his daughter’s proclivities for prostitution and domination until she was going to college, when he became one of her clients.  But he had always loved her.  He had always favored her.  He had always doted on her.  She was his little princess.  And now, he is her slave.  More specifically, her seat.<br/><br/>Descending into depravity, Arthur could not even remember the man who he used to be.  No, he could not remember that he once desired that his little princess might never be with another man.  Now, he could not wait until his daughter’s next gangbang.  He could not wait to watch at the foot of the bed as she fucked two men at the same time.  He could not wait to lap up every single strand of cum off of her body.   Arthur performed her bidding with great wanting.<br/><br/>Despite being in his mid forties, he had never been in better shape.  Of course, he often found himself in dubious exercises.  Now, he was on his hands and knees, scrunched on the ground, serving as an ottoman to his beloved princess, his mistress.  As mentioned, he wore a mask with a dog collar underneath.  His upper body, an exquisite older man's figure, was exposed to the elements of his daughter's wrath.  Arthur also wore tight leather chaps with combat boots, leaving his genitalia dangling in between his legs and his puckered asshole exposed to his daughter's prodding.<br/>