Because he was so much older, stronger and wiser than me I always thought of Daddy as a lone wolf. Because when he was fucking my ass he did it with an intensity that indicated to me that this was the only outlet for any of the frustrations imposed on him by the world. Then again this was the only thing that he used me for, talking like equals was never really offered to me as far as interactions went, resulting in my lack of awareness that he had friends.
One Saturday after I’d been skivvying for him around the gym and had washed him off when we got home (I was calling it home now because I’d been their so long I sold my apartment, opting to move in permanently, he said it made more sense). After he got out of the shower, changing into his lounge wear he called me over from the hoovering I was doing and told me to go to his room and retrieve a red bag from his closet. Giving me strict instructions not to open it – this tantalised my curiosity, yet, I knew better than to ask. He would reveal the future to me as and when he chose.
Wearing nothing but my shorts, I was so jealous of him bundled up in his track suit watching me enter holding the bag. ‘Hand it here boy’, so I did that. Placing it on Daddies lap, ‘now go on to your knees. I have something very special for you that I think you are going to love.’ I bounced.
First he pulled out a diamanté elasticated choker and placed it round my neck. The sparkles twinkled in my periphery, when he placed it on me I have to confess it felt strange. Like a burst of alchemy rushed through my body as my clothing coalesced with how I felt inside. Owned. It put me in a giggly mood – I felt so feminine and fresh. Is this what girls felt like all the time? As if I could fly. Was a good sensation, deepening my devotion to Daddy beşiktaş escort bayan even more. My eyes went goo goo for him as I sat beneath him.
Bated breath I wondered what else was in the bag. In my sick imagination I wanted him to make me take the rest of my garments off and make me walk around wearing only this choker forever. So that I was as cheap as the clothes that covered me, essentially worthless.
Lucky for me, he was not done.
His hand delved into his sack of excitement and he pulled out a piece of fabric. He bought me a cape? Surely not I thought to myself. Displaying the item he shook it out revealing a short black smock, with an intricate lace hem.
He looked over it and handed it to me, ordering that I should ‘take off your shorts and put this on’ teasing me with it, slyly he pulled it away saying ‘no underwear’. I nodded pulling my pants out. Momentarily thrilled that all my fantasies had come true. But like most good things in life it was over in a second and I put the dress on. It hung in a weird way, made me look boxy.
Tutting his eyes ran me over, this was accompanied by a shake of his head and yet another removal of an object from his trip (I thought him so brave, doing this on his own). This time he stood and walked behind me, squeezing my ass and tying an apron around my waist. Giving me an itty bitty waist.
I was turned around to face him, face to face with his Adams apple not looking up. It was an intense moment, and he whispered ‘you look very nice boi, gorgeous did you hear that’ he kissed my forehead with a tenderness I’d never received from him before. The room felt to be pregnant with love, from my perspective. I basked in it my brain had romanticised this moment to a degree where I genuinely thought istanbul escort I could here lo-fi music in the background, and my eyes must be playing tricks on me because, strangely, the lighting seemed to change. More ambient. For the first time I felt relaxed in his company. It was nice.
Quickly I was bought back into reality, he stepped away. ‘You look like a girl, boi’. I did. He walked over to the fridge and pulled himself a bottle of beer. This was strange as I was dressed to deliver it to him. After it was open and he took his first swig, he carried on talking ‘tonight I am going to need you to feel comfortable serving some associates of mine, they arrive in half an hour. Lay out some snacks and I shall change. We will be playing poker. You should be on hand to give us everything that we need, you’ll be my little bauble for me to show off. Understood?’ I nodded delivering my most feminine ‘yes sir, anything you say’ I was so nervous and excited it’s a miracle that the sound stayed even or that I didn’t burst into a fit of laughter. Not knowing how to cope with the sensory overload I was experiencing. ‘Right I am going to get changed, so make sure everything looks as it should. What a cute little bitch you are. Remember to do everything Daddy says tonight and make sure that you are pleasing to all that have to look at you.’ Zealously I nodded wanting to make him proud as I wanted him to feel as though he could not only command my presence – kidnapping me the way he did – but fully mould me to his whims and desires. When isolated that kind of bond is natural I suppose, yet despite him making me fully his own, I was enjoying a kind of mental freedom that I had never felt before. Maybe it was my dick hanging and swinging freely beneath my dress or simply just escort bayan rus that a coalescence of outfit and personality had made me feel fully myself. The only trick now was not to think too much about what lay ahead. I knew my limits were probably going to be pushed this evening and in all honesty my anxiety was never so high.
Luckily the tasks he had assigned me removed my mind from the stress of what was to come. So I went about preparing the food that would displace the attention from me, I made some guacamole laid out Doritos and put some napkins down due to cheese dust being problematic whilst they held things. I wanted no cause for complaint, I felt perfect and wanted my surroundings to represent my commitment to creating a hospitable environment wherein Daddies guests could relax.
His footsteps on the stairs led me to stand to attention with my hands behind my back and gaze on the floor. Then, he entered: a vision in jeans and a loosely buttoned shirt. I felt so privileged to be sharing his space, my heart glowed like a joyous little maid ready to meet his every whim. Bobbie’s just texted me, he’ll be here soon, he’s finding a parking spot. I nodded. Daddy looked at me crossly, I wasn’t sure why. All of a sudden he shouted at me – ‘If I’ve given you that information then go stand by the door you stupid bitch!’. Wordlessly I complied, saddened to be the cause of his stress. I hated that he had to shout at me, all I wanted was for him to be happy and being an obstacle to that caused me great personal shame. How I loved him.
Running to the door, the bell rang and in walked Bobbie. He was nearly as handsome as Daddy. I walked in and he was kissing Daddy, I averted my eyes. The friends pulled away from one another and my master said ‘What do you fancy to drink? Our sweet little helper is very receptive to orders.’
Bobbie opened his mouth to speak. I was jealous and I hated him for kissing my Daddy, I also had never seen him be affectionate with anyone so that hurt. Took away my specialness and I needed that to be me…