“I was hoping you wouldn’t ask about that” she says a little sheepishly.
“Is it what I think it is?”
“If you think it is a butt plug, then yes.”
Another sentence I never thought I’d hear out of my daughter’s mouth. I stare at her for what seems like minutes.
“While we’re doing this, yes I had this butt plug in me when I was arrested. I like butt plugs Dad. I like the way they feel.”
“Is this something you do often as well?”
“Yes. I am kind of addicted to them. I almost always have one in me.”
“Even at home?”
“Yes.”
“Just at night when doing…..this stuff?”
“No, like all the time. Yes, even when you are home. When we are eating dinner, or watching TV, or talking. I even…..” she stopped.
“Even what?”
“Even when I go out with friends.”
“You have a butt plug inside you when you leave the house?”
“Yes, Dad. Like I said, I’m kind of addicted to them.”
“So to be clear, last night when we were watching a movie…”
She interrupted me, “yes.”
“I don’t know what to say to all of this, Sam.”
“You don’t have to say anything. You asked and I told you. I am not ashamed of having my quirks, kinks, whatever you call them. I am just embarrassed that you found out like this. We all masturbate. I do. You probably do. I just like to add a little adventure to mine.”
“Aren’t you worried about…it…falling out?”
“That’s part of the excitement for me. Knowing I could be caught or it can fall out and hit the floor while around people is just as good of a feeling as having it inside of me. It’s never happened though, if you were wondering.”
I was. I thought to myself how she said fall out and hit the floor. Wouldn’t it just stay in her underwear?
“If it fell out, wouldn’t it just be in your underwear?”
“Well, another confession. I don’t wear underwear, Dad. I hate them. So confining.”
“You never wear underwear?”
“Nope.”
“What about with dresses?”
“Nope. And just so you know, I am always aware I am not and am careful, especially when wearing dresses.”
“So you’re telling me that not only do you walk around outside naked and do these things, but you also leave the house, go to school, hang with friends, and all of the time you have a butt plug inside of you? And on top of that you are not wearing any underwear, even with dresses?”
“Yes, Dad.”
“What am I going to do with you,” I ask her jokingly.
“I hope nothing. I hope we can eventually get past this and get back to normal.”
“I am not sure how normal it can be knowing all of this.”
“I hope almost all the way back, as much as possible,” Sam says. “Can we go home? If you haven’t noticed I am only wearing this hoodie and it is 430am. I’m almost naked and tired.”
“Yes, let’s go.”
The next day we try to get back to normal, but every time I see her I am wondering if has underwear on or is not using a butt plug. At dinner Sam sits down, wearing a simple blue sundress, and just simply says “Yes.”
“Huh.” I ask.
“I noticed that you having been looking at me a little weird all day. If you are wondering if what I told you last night is still true the answer is yes.”
I immediately know what she is talking about, but ask anyways. “So you have one inside of you right now?”
“Yes.”
“And…”
“And no, I am not wearing any underwear. Just because you found all of this stuff out doesn’t mean I want to change. I like doing this. It makes me feel good. I am sorry if that weirds you out, but I want to be honest with you from now on. I am not all of a sudden going to start wearing underwear when I haven’t in years. I am also not going just stop wearing butt plugs either.”
“Are you still going to…..at night?”
“Yes. I probably won’t leave our property for a couple of days, though.”
“Well that’s a relief,” I say jokingly.
A laugh escapes Sam and we both just laugh for a few seconds before I look at her. “Well, I don’t know what to say. I am not going to forbid you to do anything, but I ask that you please be safe. I am not going to judge you, I love you. I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
“I know Dad. And thank you for saying all of that. I love you too. I promise to be safe.”
“I am just trying not to think about the fact that while I am sleeping, or out, my daughter will be roaming around the house and outside while naked.”
“Sorry if it weirds you out.”
“A little, but we’re adults like you said. I guess I’ll have to get used to it.”
Sam stands up, leans over, and kisses me on the cheek while giving me a big hug. She sits back down.
“Since we’re talking about this stuff, and at the risk of completely overwhelming you and pushing this too far, I have a question. I am unsure if I want to ask it, though.”
“Sam, at this point I’m not sure what you can say that will surprise me anymore.” I try to prepare myself for what’s coming.
She is looking at her plate, twirling her fork aimlessly.
“You know how I said I think I am a nudist?”
“Yes, I remember.”
“Well…I was wondering…” Then a pause.
“What?”
“Please don’t think I am extra weird for this, but would you mind if, while at home, I walked around naked?”
“Don’t you already do that?”
“Yes, but I mean like when you’re here, when we’re awake?”
I am frozen.
“Sorry, did I push too far?”
I snap out of it. “Well….hmmmm….are you asking me if you can be naked in front of me?”
“Yes. I am hoping to not have to worry about covering up at all when home. It’s not that I specifically want to be naked for you so you can stare at me. I just want to be myself in my own house and hope you’ll be ok with that. If you say no I completely understand.”
After thinking for a minute, “you don’t think it will be weird to walk around naked in front of me?”
Sam stands up, lifts the bottom of her dress over her head and throws it on the floor. “Does this answer your question?”
I can’t help but look at my naked daughter. I am a mixture of nervous, flabbergasted, and turned on. I again try to push that stuff out of my head but it is very hard to do that. Her body is one of the nicest I have ever seen. She just stands there in complete silence looking at me looking at her, as if inviting me to keep looking. I look her up and down. Completely shaved. Her tits are a perfect medium size. After what seems like an eternity Sam says “No, I do not think this is weird. Do you?”
“A little.”
She leans down, picks up her dress, and starts to put it back on.
“Wait. Don’t. If you want to do this, then do it. I will learn to get used to it if this is what you really want and it makes you happy.”
The biggest smile comes across her face and she again hugs me.
“Oh sorry, didn’t think about that,” she says, realizing her naked body is touching me.
“It’s ok.”
She stands back up. “Do you want to see it?”
“See what?”
“The butt plug, silly.”
I had completely forgotten about that part. “Sure, why stop now?”
Sam smiles, turns around, bends a little at her waist, grabbing her thighs, and I see it. A butt plug with a green jewel sticking out of my daughter’s butt. I also realize I am seeing her pussy for the first time. She seems to do a little wiggle and turns back around.
“This is me, Dad. Your little weirdo.”
“My little weirdo,” I say back looking into her eyes.