Dusty 2 The Next MissionChapter 21
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The Old Dusty Road - Part 1 free porn video
I'm Meg. I moved to this area a few months ago and just recently bought this house. I've not really explored much as I've been getting the inside finished. I'm five feet four inches tall and have a curvy shape, hazel eyes and blondish hair. I live on a dead end street. The pavement stops at my house and beyond my house it turns into an old dusty road. I decided one morning I wanted to see what was beyond my house. So I set out walking down that dirt track. The trees were beautiful, all shapes and sizes.
The old road seemed to go on forever and lead nowhere, but yet I kept walking. Soon I came upon a path that cut off from the road. I decided to take it and see where it would lead me. The birds were singing and little animals were running around so free. It was taking me deep into the woods.
It seemed like I walked for miles seeing nothing or no one. I realized sunset was beginning. I knew I needed to head back to the dusty old road and head home before it was too dark to see. So I turned and started walking back. But everything seemed different. I couldn't find the old dusty road. I seemed to be walking in circles. I was getting tired, thirsty, and hungry. And going nowhere. I seemed to be walking for hours.
I began to get a little scared. How was I going to find my way out I thought to myself. Why did I leave the old dusty road? I stopped, looked around, and could see nothing. It was getting dark now and no way was I going to find my way home. All I could hear or see were the animals in the woods. As I began to try and hurry to get out of the woods, it being dark, I couldn't really see anything. I tripped and fell, hitting my head on something.
When I woke up my head was hurting. I put my hand up to feel it and it had a bandage on it. I was in a bed in a cabin. I fought to get my eyes focused. I realized I was no longer dressed in my clothes. I was dressed in a nice, white, soft nightie. My mind began racing. Where was I. How did I get here and who changed my clothes. I sat up moving my legs to the side of the bed. I was still a bit dizzy, when the door opened.
In walked a man of medium stature. Maybe five feet eight inches, with brown hair, hazel eyes, and very handsome.
"Good morning baby girl."
Why did he call me 'baby girl?'
"Who are you? Why am I here?"
"I found you in the woods. You'd fallen and hit your head. You were knocked out. I picked you up and brought you to my cabin. I changed your dirty clothes and cleaned you up. And I laid you in my bed to sleep. I sat and watched you sleeping all night to insure you were okay and didn't have a concussion. I didn't want you to wake up and be frightened. "
"Where are my clothes? I want my clothes. I appreciate what you've done, but it's time for me to get back home."
I didn't know this man. I was a bit scared and nervous. What was this man going to do?
"I've washed your clothes. They were dirty from your long walk yesterday. And from falling to the ground."
"Would you please give them to me?"
"Come get some breakfast and I'll get your clothes after you eat."
"I want my clothes and I want them now," I said abruptly to this man. I continued by telling him I appreciated what he did but I needed to go home, and furthermore, I didn't even know him.
He put out his hand and said "Hello. I'm Larry. But you can call me Daddy."
I looked hard at this man wondering what in the world he was talking about. Call him daddy? He wasn't my daddy.
Larry brought me a nice white robe to put on. I was trying to cover myself with the blanket as I tried to get up. I put the robe on and walked over to the table. He set before me a nice meal with eggs, bacon, and toast. And some orange juice. He told me to eat. I began to ask Larry something when he said, "Shhh baby girl. Eat."
The man joined me at the table. He began to explain to me he lived here with his baby girl. I asked where she was. He explained she had gotten very sick and passed away. And that he had been living in the cabin alone ever since. He also had a place in town if he wanted it.
He continued talking about his baby girl. And somehow I came to realize it was not his daughter. I was eating very slowly listening to this man talk. He explained to me how he wanted another baby girl. I finished eating and asked again may I have my clothes? I needed to leave. I needed to go home. I didn't like where this conversation was going. And for sure didn't understand it.
The man got up and turned to me and said, "Wash your dishes as I get your clothes."
And with that he turned and walked away. I got my dishes together and walked to the sink and began to wash them. Who is this man? What does he want? Why does he live here? As I was finishing washing and drying the dishes he returned with all my clothes. He handed me my clothes and told me he would take me back to the old dusty road. I thanked him and we were on our way.
We set off to find the road. Of course he knew exactly where it was. I was not too far from it. Just as it had gotten dark I lost my direction and was moving in circles. So back at the road I thanked him and started walking home. I was thinking of the events that had happened and his 'baby girl' and what that all meant.
As I got home I entered and went to take a long hot bath. As I was in the bath relaxing, I began thinking about this Larry and his baby girl. I still couldn't understand. I finished my bath and went on about my day.
I got up the next morning, got ready for work and went out to get in my car. What was this? A note and flowers on my car. Yes, a note from Larry asking me out to dinner tonight. Signed "Daddy." Again, what is with this Daddy? I got in my car and went to work. I had a very hard time concentrating on work as my mind was on Larry. Also known as 'Daddy.'
The day was finally over, and I was preparing to leave. There was a knock at my door. I said "Come in" and looked up and who was standing there? Larry! He asked if I was ready for dinner. I began making excuses as to why I couldn't have dinner with him. But for every excuse he had an answer. So I finally agreed and went to dinner with him.
He hadn't been mean to me. He took care of me. Dressed me. Fed me. Washed my clothes. He had been very nice to me. Why not thank him with dinner. So I told him, sure, I'd go. I locked my office and we went to his car. The restaurant was down the road from my office.
When we arrived at the restaurant it seemed everyone there knew him. They called him Sir. I was a little disconcerted by this. How did a man from the woods become so well known here in the city, and this restaurant. Every one was very nice to us and led us to "his table." As we set down they gave him a menu and he said, "You don't mind if I order for us?" I wondered if it was more a statement than a question. Before I could answer he was ordering our dinner. Larry was kind. Easy to talk to, and we seemed to be enjoying our dinner as the conversation flowed easily.
I began by asking him how he was so well known here, and did he work close by.
"Yes. Baby girl and I used to come here often."
I finally asked him to share with me about his baby girl, and what this all meant. He looked at me straight faced and asked me if I was ready to hear the truth as it is. I was kind of taken aback by his question, but said yes. Please explain to me.
He began by telling me he was a Dominant. I looked at him, asking what is a Dominant. So he began to explain to me about Dominance and Submission. About him being a Dom and 'Baby Girl' being his Little. My head was spinning. This was something I had heard of but never came in contact with.
He continued by telling me the most important things in the D/s relationship were trust, honor, loyalty, love, and protection. At all times. The Baby Girl gives herself totally to him, her Dom. She totally submits herself to him. In total Submission. I kind of laughed at the thought of being submissive totally to a man. Not me. Not I. I would never let a man dominate me.
We continued talking and he continued explaining this D/s to me. I sat and listened to what Larry had to say. I concluded the conversation by saying I would never submit to any man. With this the conversation ended and Larry paid the bill and we left. As we drove back to my car we were in silence. My mind was full of what he had just told me. When we got to my car, and I began to get out, he took ahold of my arm. He asked me to please think about what he had told me. And he would contact me soon. He really wanted me to be his baby girl.
I got in my car and drove home. I could not stop thinking about our conversation. When I got home I walked over to my computer and brought up D/s relationships. There was a lot of information on this subject. Along with pictures. It was explained very well. This was not for me. I was not submissive. I had a high position at my office. I was in charge of many people. How could I be 'submissive?'
I went to bed and couldn't sleep. This was all I could think about. Finally into the mid-hours I fell asleep. Soon the alarm went off and I needed to get ready for work. Still, Larry, or 'Daddy,' and this D/s was still on my mind.
I got to work and walked into my office only to see a box, gift wrapped beautifully, sitting there waiting for me. I put my purse and briefcase down and walked over to the box. There was a card lying on top of this box. I opened the card and began reading. "Baby girl, I hope you have been thinking about our conversation the other night. Inside the box you will find what you are to wear this evening. Be ready and at the front of your building at 6:00 pm and don't be late. Daddy."
What was this man thinking. I was NOT his baby girl. Who was he ordering me around. I put the card down without even looking in the box. I went to my desk and began to work. But my eyes kept looking up to this box. Finally, I couldn't take it any more. I got up and went over to the box and opened it. I found a beautiful, short black dress. Along with a garter belt and black hose. And four inch black heels. Inside the box was also another note. "No bra and No panties."
I threw the note back in the box and shut the lid. Who did this man think he was.
I found myself looking at the clock all day. I was not putting that on. And I was not going to dinner. And I was not his baby girl. He would not tell me what to do.
Five o'clock sharp my phone rang. I answered it. Before I could even say hello I heard, "Meg, shouldn't you be getting ready? Be sure to follow my directions to the T. Make no mistakes." Before I could answer he had hung up. I sat there wondering what was I going to do. But also found myself getting up and walking to the box again, a bit excited. Taking out the dress and other items.
Before I knew what was happening, I was undressing and putting on the clothes Larry had sent me. I removed my bra and slipped the garter and stockings on. I put the dress on, along with the four inch heels he had sent. But I was not removing my panties. I looked at the clock and it was 5:55. I needed to head down stairs. I caught the elevator and made it to the front of the building as he pulled up.
I was walking over to the car as he was getting out. He said "you're late," opened the car door, and I slid in. We drove to a very nice restaurant with very little talk. He turned to me and told me I looked beautiful. I thanked him and continued looking straight ahead. We pulled up to the restaurant and a man walked over to the car. The young man said "good evening, Sir." Larry got out and walked over to my side and opened the door. I stepped out of the car and Larry took my arm as we walked into the restaurant. He was greeted with "good evening, Sir," and the maitre' d led us to a corner table towards the back, in a secluded area.
We sat and the man left us alone. There was already wine chilling and Larry glanced at me.
"Did you follow all my orders on getting dressed?"
"Yes."
He turned and looked at me. "Yes what?"
I wasn't sure what he was referring to.
He said again, "Yes what?" His voice a bit more stern.
Then I remembered what I had read. I looked at him.
"Yes, Sir."
He smiled and poured us some wine. As the evening went on he asked again if I had followed his directions in getting dressed. And again I said "Yes." He looked sharply at me, and I stammered out "Yes Sir!
With that he reached out his hand. I was not sure what he wanted. I just looked at him.
"Take them off and hand them to me."
I was looking at him. Not saying anything. Wondering how he knew.
"Take them off and hand them to me. Here and now!"
My face was in shock.
"I'll go to the ladies room and remove them."
"No. You had your chance. Do it here. Now!"
I was looking at him. Scared and embarrassed. But I did as I was told. I reached up under my dress and pulled my panties down and off. All the while asking myself why am I doing this. Letting this man talk to me like this. He smelled them and put them into his pocket.
Just as he finished sliding my panties in his pocket our waiter came with our food. We began to eat. I felt his hand on my leg. I froze and pushed his hand away. He looked intently at me, and put his hand back on my leg. I pushed his hand away again. He looked at me sternly now, and this time grabbed my hand and sat it on the table.
"Don't move that hand."
His hand went back to my leg and began sliding up my leg. He reached my thigh and pushed my legs apart.
He continued moving his hand up till he reached my hot, wet pussy. He slid he fingers down my pussy forcing my legs further apart. His fingers began to open my slit and push deep inside of my pussy. I gasped.
"Shh. Don't move!"
He was sliding his fingers in and out of me quickly and each time a bit harder and deeper until he could see I was close to cumming and he stopped. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy but kept them there. He started eating again with his free hand.
He waited for my breathing to get back to normal. Then, without warning, he shoved his fingers back inside of my wet pussy. Again, in and out, fast and hard. My legs were wide open, I knew anyone looking could see what was going on under the table. Before I could react I was cumming and cumming hard. When I finished, and my legs stopped trembling, Larry pulled his fingers out of my wet hole and brought them to his lips. He sucked his fingers clean.
"You taste very good baby girl."
My face was flushed. I couldn't speak.
Again, as if nothing happened, he began to talk about about wanting another 'baby girl.' I sat and I listened as he talked. Again he was explaining what a D/s relationship entailed. And did I think I could handle this.
"I'm not submissive. I'm not one to be owned by anyone or be told what to do."
He looked at me and laughed.
"You're not? Who took their panties off in the middle of a restaurant and let me finger fuck her in front of everyone?"
Then his face became stern once more.
"You're not? Are you sure about that? You're here, and you're dressed exactly as I told you to be. You removed your panties in a public place because I told you to. Am I not right?"
We finished eating and walked to the front of the building where his car was waiting for him. He opened my door. I slid in and he shut my door. Then he went and got in on his side. We didn't talk the rest of the way to my car. We pulled up to my office and he again opened my door and kissed me on my cheek.
"Good night baby girl."
He started to walk off. He turned to me and said, "You're my 'baby girl' and don't forget that!"
With that he got in his car and drove away.
Was I submissive? Was he right? As days went by I didn't hear from him. I could not get him off my mind, but I knew really nothing about him. I didn't know how to locate him. Where he worked. Where he lived. Except the cabin in the woods. What should I do. Why was I thinking about him. Did I want to be his baby girl? So many questions. But I couldn't get him, and all of his ways, out of my mind. I was confused. He was giving me time to think.
It was now Friday. I hadn't heard from Larry all week. I had thought about nothing else but him. As I was preparing to go home for the weekend my phone rang. I almost didn't answer it, because I was on my way out the door. But what if it's important. My family or something. So I went back to answer the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello baby girl. Did you miss Daddy?"
I froze!
"I'll pick you up at your house at 7:00 o'clock. Be ready. You're going to spend the weekend with me. No need to pack much except for personal items."
And with that he hung up. I locked my office door and hurried to my car. I sat there for a few minutes and went over the one sided conversation. Am I going to do this? Am I going to spend the weekend with a man I hardly know. And is totally different from me? Of course I am!
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