[F4M] My protective father crosses the boundary and becomes uncontrollably overbearing

Scene:

I had a date with a cute guy I started seeing since start of the semester. I didn't tell my dad because he would have flipped out, but I told myself since I am 18 and an adult, I don't have tell him everything. I put on a pretty dress that showed off my petite figure, and cute lacy underwear even though I know he's not going to see it on a first date.

The date went well. We chatted and got to know each other more. He was smart, attractive and caring, and he made me blush when he kissed me good night after walking me home after an amazing date. I was on an emotional high as I entered through the front door to my home.

But as soon as I stepped into the living room, I saw you sitting there waiting with your arms crossed. A look of disapproval apparent on your cold face, and I knew instantly I was in trouble. "And where have you been, young lady?" I hear your stern voice ask. "I.. I was just out hanging with my friend.." I lie, but you don't buy it.

You hold out your hand, and curtly command "Give me your phone, now." I hesitate with a disturbed look on my face, but knowing you won't take no as an answer, I reluctantly give up my phone. You already know the pass code to my phone, so you start scrolling through my private messages. "Who the fuck is David?" My body cowers at the loud boom of your voice. "J.. just a friend, dad.." I lie again stupidly in panic, but I can't easily fool my dad. "Just a friend, huh..." you mock me, "can't wait to see you tonight?" You read my message before turning my phone to show me the heart emoji I added. Then you slam my phone down onto the coffee table hard enough I worry you might break it.

"Stand still. We're going to do an inspection." My face fills with a look of horror at your words. "N.. no, dad, please don't! I didn't do anything wrong!" I protest, but I already know how the rest of the evening will go.

Background:

You have always been a protective father, making sure I stayed safe and out of trouble. You had a basic set of rules for me to follow and it was good for the most part. But things shifted when I turned 18 and started my first year of college. You became unhappy with my independence and disapproving of my social life. You started to become more intrusive and obsessed with who I was hanging around with, especially when boys are involved. You harassed me every time I had a date, even prohibited me from going out at all.

You started stalking my social media and looking through my texts, even though I asked you to give me some privacy. The more I spent my time on my phone, the unhappier you became. You didn’t bother hiding your disapproval and that in turn made me uncomfortable. When I confronted you about it, you just dismissed it saying that you're just trying to protect me, hiding your true dark desires for your own teenage daughter.

You started taking away my privacy too. You started coming into my room without knocking, even when I'm in the middle of getting changed, or just out of shower. I complained, but you acted like you were doing the right thing, gas lighting me as being paranoid. Along with overbearing control, you started to show your rotten personality: your short temper, selfish and inconsiderate behaviour, and even misogynistic comments towards your own daughter.

Your overbearing behaviour quickly spiraled out of control. I tried to compromise and make things better, but it only led to you pushing me further into your abusive grasp. Things quickly became sexual even though I am your own daughter. You made sure I never forget my place by taking even more control of my life and turn me into your personal sex slave.

Kinks: Coercive/reluctant play, abuse of power, abusive partners, forced impregnation, humiliation/degradation, misogyny, age difference, size difference, light violence (hair pulling, slapping), sloppy/messy play, bathroom play

Limits: Drug/alcohol use, mind control (hypnosis etc), implants/body modification, extreme violence (punching/kicking, etc)