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Chapter One
I finally met my Sir. His name is Everett. He is one of the newer executives at the insurance firm I work for at night. We’ve been seeing each other for the past few days. He has been taking it slow with me since I am a novice. I now wear his collar, a soft leather choker with an O-ring in it. It’s more discrete so that it can be worn in public. I find myself touching it all the time. It reminds me of him.
We still text each other constantly, mainly about what I am to wear that day. He may also have certain rituals that I am to perform for him. He sends me things to research, so that I am more knowledgeable about the BDSM lifestyle.
I have been journalling and I send it to him daily so that is knows if I have a question or a concern. He is a very caring person and I feel special that he has chosen me as his submissive. It is a dream come true for me. Although, there are times when I feel embarrassed or scared, but he is always there with a calming aire.
Today is Friday, and we have our first official date. Well, he has asked me out for dinner. This is the first time we will be seen in public as a paired couple. I’m very excited. I have no idea what I am supposed to wear. I am awaiting for his text to tell me what his preference is. I have already showered and removed all of my body hair. My hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail, and I have some light make-up on.
The text finally comes. He wants me to wear a simple black dress, one of the garter sets with hose, and a pair of black high heels. As usual, I’m to wear no panties or bra. I go to the closet and pick from the clothes that he had me buy a week ago. I take special care, as I want to look nice for him.
At 5:15 there is a knock at the door. My roommate, Carol answers it. It’s Everett, and she shows him in. She comes to tell me that a very nice looking older man is here with flowers. I flush and thank her. She tries to get me to tell her who he is. I tell her only that he’s a guy from work, but she knows it's more than that. I tell her that I will explain more later.
I come into the living room where he’s waiting. He is dressed in a finely tailored suit. He has a bouquet for me. His smile is so gorgeous, that when I take the flowers, I’m blushing. He leans in to kiss me and I feel an electric charge run down my spine. It’s more than a peck on the cheek, and I blush as my roommates, Carol and Erin, watch us. Carol takes my flowers and tells me she will put them in a vase. I clip a rose from the bouquet and pin it to his lapel.
With that, he offers his arm and leads me to the car. The driver opens the door and we get in. The ride to the restaurant is rather short. We talk some, but mainly hold each other. His hand slipping down my arm, teasing my skin. I want him to touch more but he remains a gentleman. But my core is heating up in his presence. The wetness has my folds flowering.
We arrive at a French restaurant, La Petite Fleur. It a beautiful place, very swanky. The maitre d recognizes Everett and he shows us right to our table. It’s cozy and gives us some privacy. The waitress comes to take our drink order. Everett orders a bottle of Chateau Latour, 2000 vintage. She leaves as he looks up and smiles at me. I’m so lost in his sparkling hazel eyes. His hand touching mine is the only thing that brings me back.
The waitress returns and uncorks the bottle. She hands him the cork while she pours him a small taste. Everett swirls his glass then holds it to his nose. He tips the glass and samples the wine. I’m watching intently, I’ve never seen anything like this. The waitress and I are waiting for his response with baited breath. He finally nods, and she pours us both a full glass of the Cabernet Sauvignon. I take a sip and act like I know what I’m doing. I giggle. He smiles at me again. He must think I’m a naive c***d. Well, I may be a little naive but no c***d.
When the waitress comes back, he orders for us both in perfect French. Our appetizer was a “Fondue Savoyarde”, warm cheese with toasted bread. Then the main course was “Gigot D’Agneau Pleureur.” He tells me it a lamb roasted on a grill where the juices drip into a casserole dish of potatoes and cooks them. It melts in my mouth. I’m so impressed with his knowledge of French cuisine. We had some beautiful scallops as dessert. I think it was called “Coquilles Saint-Jacques.” If I had known what they were, I probably wouldn’t have eaten them, but they were so sweet and good.
I’ve never such a scrumptious meal in all my life. After several glasses of wine, I’m feeling a bit tipsy. When we are about finished with our meal, Everett orders us both espresso with Cointreau. Despite the liqueur, it perks me up some. He pays the check and offers me his arm. I feel like a million dollars as he escorts me out of the restaurant. It feels as though every eye is on us. I blushing like a school girl.
Instead of getting into the car, we stroll down the street. It’s quiet this time of night, but there are still people out. Some of the local shops are still open. There is a chill in the evening air and he wraps his jacket around my shoulders and pulls me to his side. I feel the warmth of his body next to mine as we walk down the street. We get all the way down to the lake before he turns and kisses me.
His lips are soft and full, as they take mine. His tongue owns my mouth and I taste the sweetness of our expresso. My breasts are pressed against his hard chest. His arms surround me, holding me tightly. I would let him ravage me right here, but he keeps his composure. The hardness of his cock, pressed against my belly tells me of his desires.
We turn and head to the waiting car, which has been following at a respectful distance. The driver opens the door for us. We get in and ride to his home. I’ve never been there before and I am excited and somewhat afraid of this step. I want him so bad, that I let any fears go away. We get out of the car as the driver opens the door for us. He turns and excuses the driver for the night. That means I am staying the night with him. A shudder goes through my body.
As we enter through the doorway, I am immediately impressed with the spaciousness of his house. It’s decorated in a masculine way, with dark rich colors, with leather and wood. He takes me to the great room and sits me on his sofa. He offers me a drink, but I decline. I want to have my senses tonight. He removes his jacket from me and rolls up his sleeves and makes a fire in the fireplace.
Before long we have a roaring fire going. He comes and kneels at my feet and removes my heels. His strong hands rub my feet. Oh wow, I am lost in this display of his. Tingles run up my body. He finally sits beside me and takes me in his arms. He asks what I thought about dinner. I expound on how impressed I was with his knowledge of French cuisine. I tell him the food was so rich and delightful. He promises to cook for me sometime soon. Oh great he’s a chef too. I gain 10 pounds with the thought.
His hands gently tease my skin. I run my hand in his chest, feeling the taut muscles. His fingers are in my hair. He leans in to kiss me. Again his mouth and tongue take mine and own it. His tongue devours me. There is a possessiveness about his kisses. His hand grasps the back of my neck and holds me tightly to his mouth. His forcefulness, melts my bones. The blood coursing through my veins is scalding hot.
When his hand dips to my breast, it finds my nipple rock hard and needy. I moan softly into his mouth. His strong hand squeezes my soft flesh, as his mouth takes mine. I feel the temperature rising in my body. When his hand slips into my dress and cups my breasts, a gasps escapes my mouth. My hand moves down to his groin and I find his hardened bulge. I gently squeeze his cock. He bites my lower lip. Holding the flesh in his teeth. I groan with pleasure.
He finally cups my face in his strong hands, and kisses me lightly on my nose, then my the top of my head. He stands and offers his hand. I get up and he leads me into the master bedroom. (“master” bedroom has totally different meaning to me now) We continue on to the master bath. He turns on the water to a vast bathtub. He adjusts the water and adds oils and bubble bath.
Chapter Two
He turns to me and slips his hands under the hem of my dress and lifts it over my head. I’m standing there in my garter and stockings. He leans in to kiss me again. Then he sits me down on the settee by the mirror and kneels again to remove my stocking. His hands slide them down. He leans in to kiss right above my clitty. I moan, as I spread my legs to give him more access. He looks up with a smile. Then reaches around and unclips my garter.
He stands and removes his shirt, then his shoes and socks. He offers his hand, and helps me to stand. Everett takes me in his strong arms, his hands run down my body and cups my soft ass. He squeezes them to my delight, as his mouth takes mine. I whimper with his kiss. I feel his cock again, against my belly. he turns me towards the mirror.
“Put your hands on the granite counter Michele.”
“Yes SIr,” I reply as I bend and place my hands on the cool surface.
I hear the rattle of his belt, as he removes it from the loops of his trousers. A chill runs down my spine. He uses his feet to spread my legs. I look up at his face through the mirror. He’s folded his leather belt in half.
“Did I do something wrong Sir?”
“No Michele, I just can’t see your soft ass and not want to mark it.”
“Yes Sir.” I arch my back and push my ass out for him.
“Tonight Michele, you will call me Daddy. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir…...uh Daddy.”
Age play is one of the things that he has had me research this past week. I have to admit, it really turned me on to read about it. With the twenty year difference in our age, he really could be my Daddy, but he’s not. I’ve never thought about having sex with my real Father, but I relish the thought of calling Sir, Daddy.
I’m lost in my thoughts when he slaps my upturned ass with his belt. The sting is not that bad, but as the slaps continue they increase with intensity. After about ten slaps, he stops and rubs his hands on my warm behind.
“Thank you Daddy.”
His hand moves between my legs. His fingers furrow through my wet lips. I hear the slickness of my arousal. He kisses my shoulder and reaches to cup my breasts. His fingers find my hard nipples and they tease my hardness. He pulls me up and turns me, leading me to the bath. He offers a hand and I step in.
The hot water is soothing to my body but adds a sting to reddened behind. I sit gingerly. Everett kneels beside the tub and grabs a loofah sponge. He squirts some lavender soap on it and starts to work it on my legs. His soft caress is wonderful, as he bathes me. He slowly works up my thighs. I spread my legs to give him access. He slips past where my thighs join, moving to my belly and up to my breasts. The sponge scrubs my arms and shoulders.
The fresh smell of the lavender soap and bath oils is very pleasing. I should be tense with him giving me a bath this way, but I find it so relaxing. The soft caress is luxuriating. He leans me forward and gently scrubs my back and shoulders. As he cleans me, one of his hands cup my breast. My mind is reeling with his sensual care. I never even fantasized about this before, but I know now I will never get it out of my mind.
He stands and kisses the top of my head and leans me back to soak. He tells me to enjoy and he will be back in just a minute.
“Thank you Daddy.”
He smiles. I lay back and watch him as he leaves the bathroom. His tight ass, framed perfectly in his nicely tailored suit trousers. I enjoy myself, basking in the warmth of the fragranced water. I close my eyes and think of what he has planned for me next. This is only broken by the thought that I should text my roomies and let them know, not to expect me home tonight.
Everett returns shortly, naked now. He offers his hand and helps me out of the tub. He takes a fluffy towel and dries me off. Taking his time, kneeling at my feet and working up my leg. When he finally finishes with my back, he wraps the towel around me and lifts my into his arms. He carries me back to the great room, like I can’t walk.
Oh my god, he has lit candles and placed them all around the room. There are rose petals strewn all around on the floor in front of the fire, that is now softly burning. He has music playing. It a Sam Smith album, In the Lonely Hour. He puts me gently down on the soft rug, and lays beside me. His fingers stroke the side of my face. The warm glow is reflected on our bare skin. I am again lost in his hazel eyes, that have now darkened with his arousal.
He leans in to kiss me, his hand slips down to my waist. I reach for his chest, as his lips capture me. His soft lips belies his need. My hand trails down his strong abs, to his turgid cock. I squeeze his thick shaft, as a growl escaped his lips.
“Oh Daddy, your cock is so big. How will I ever be able to take you inside me?”
He growls again, “we will take it slow babygirl.”
His kisses move down my neck, gently biting me. A bolt of lightning goes down my spine. I stroke his hard cock, my thumb flits over it’s bulbous head. It gets slick with his pre-cum. I use the silky cream to rub his cock more. I reach and cup his huge balls, as his kisses are now at my breasts. His lips take first one, then the other nipple. His tongue softly swirl around the hard nubs. I squeeze his cock again, wanting him to enter me.
He takes my hand and moves it above my head. He rolls on top of me and continues to kiss and suck my breasts. I spread my legs to give him more room. He straddles one leg. I feel his hard cock on my thigh. His lips suckle my nipple. He is tormenting me with not being able to touch him. I try to sneak a hand down to run through his hair, but he swiftly grabs the offending wrist and moves it back.
He lips leave my breasts, but a hand stays there, teasing my nipples, as he kisses his way down my belly. My muscles contract and spasm, as his soft kisses trail down, until he reaches the sensitive spot just inside my hip bone. Oh my god, he remembered. I shudder with need. I move my hand down to run my fingers through his hair again. His eyes look up. I’m struck by their darkness. I pull my hands back, but he reaches to the hearth and picks up a coil of rope.
I recognize it from my research. Its a coil of jute that some use in rope play. He quickly binds my wrist and secures it to my thigh. He grabs the other, and repeats the process. I won’t be able to touch him now and I regret my poor control. He spreads my legs, and leans in to kiss my inner thighs. The soft gentle kissed tease me. He moves towards my splayed sex.
Everett looks up, as his tongue lightly licks my open folds. He starts at the bottom and moves up the folds, to my hard button. I arch my back. My wetness leaks out of my aching hole. He suck my lips into his mouth, gently sucking at first, then taking them in his teeth and biting.
“Uh daddy.”
He spreads my folds and his tongue pushes into my hole. It first it's flattened out, as he licks my inner lips. Then he pushes into my depths. I moan loudly, as he takes me. I’m pushing my hips to meet his thrusts. His soft tongue is fucking me hard, as his nose presses against my clit with each stroke. His hand is still teasing my nipple, first one, then the other. Keeping them hard and aching with need. The sensations are coursing through my nerves, to meet his tongue. I writhing in ecstasy.
“Please Daddy.”
He continues to tongue fuck me. Squeezing my nipples, twisting them between his thumb and fingers.
“Please Daddy.”
“Please what babygirl?”
“Please Daddy, let me cum.”
“Cum,” is all he says.
And I’m broken into a million pieces, as he tongues me to an earth shattering orgasm. The spasms roll over me, as my heart beats like a drum in my ears. My breath ragged.
“Oh thank you Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl.”
Chapter Three
He lets me gain some composure before he helps me to roll over. Now, my face is to the rug, with my ass up in the air. He moves my legs wider. I’m very open and exposed. His strong hands touch my wet pussy, Daddy’s pussy. I push back against his hands. My hands are still tied to my thighs, but I want to touch him so badly.
One hand grabs my still reddened ass, squeezing tight, as his fingers enter my folds. They flower around his intrusion, as his thick fingers take my open hole. They slowly move in and out, while twisting inside me.
“Oh yes Daddy.”
I’m moaning over and over. His fingers take what is his. I feel the spasms of another orgasm quickly start in my core. I try to hold back, taking his ministrations. His hand comes down hard on my ass, stinging sharply. The slaps come back and forth on each red cheek, as he fingers my needy pussy, Daddy’s pussy.
“Oh Daddy please, let me cum again.”
“Cum babygirl.”
“Oh thank you Daddy.”
I am pushing back against his thrusts, as my body loses control again. My juices flow out of my folds, while I grind on his fingers. I hear the wet sloshing of my arousal, as his fingers me. My turgid nipples abraid on the rug, as I cum so hard I see stars. He thumbs my engorged clitty and it sends me over the top again.
“I’m still cumming Daddy, oh god that feels good.”
My channel clinches his huge fingers, as the spasms wash over me. His other hand moves up my back and softly sooths me, helping me regain my calm. My breathing slows. My heart beats in my chests. He finally removes his fingers, wiping my wetness on my stinging ass cheeks. He checks my bindings for circulation. When he feels that they are not cutting off blood flow, he spreads my legs more, and moves between them.
“Thank you Daddy, you’re so good to me.”
“You’re my good girl.”
Sam Smith’s song, Lay Me Down, is playing. With one hand on my ass, he grabs his hard cock and rubs it on the slickness running out of my pussy, Daddy’s pussy. His now slick head rubs across my sensitive clit. I feel a tingle right to the depths of my core. The fat head presses against my opening, as it slips inside me easily. He sinks in a few inches, teasing me with the head. His hand spreads my ass, as he moves in and out of me. His cock is just teasing me with short strokes. I try to push back but his hand prevents me.
Everett enters me and pulls out. Each time, I whimper with need. His teasing is relentless. He grunts with each entry, working my body, using my hole as he wishes. He finally enters me fully. His hands are now both on my ass. He spreads me wide and sinks into the depths of channel.
“Oh god, thank you Daddy!”
His thrusts are harder now. He is taking his pleasure. I bare down, milking his cock with my muscles. His sounds of passion feed my soul. He’s taking me to the edge again. I’m about to ask to cum when he stops, buried inside me. I groan, but don’t complain. I feel his thick cock throbbing inside me. I continue to milk him, begging with my body. Trying to coax his cum with my pussy, Daddy’s pussy.
He starts to thrust again, harder now. He reaches and grabs my secured arms, forcing himself into my depths. I’m just an instrument of pleasure for him and I relish the role. He take by force what I am giving him willingly. His hand goes back to my ass, while the other reaches for my ponytail. He lifts me up when he pulls back on my hair. It stings as he pulls on it roughly. His pounding, send a ripple throughout my body. My breasts hang and wobble with each thundering thrust. My hard nipples rub roughly against the rug.
“Oh Daddy, let me cum for you again.”
He doesn’t answer but keeps pounding his babygirl. I feel his thick cock begin to throb and swell. I know he is close, as the thick dick fucks my open pussy, Daddy’s pussy.
“Please Daddy.”
“Cum with me babygirl.”
He pulls back on my hair, his hand slaps my red ass, as he fucks me with abandon. I am tossed over the ledge, his cock taking what it wants. I cum again so hard that I see stars. My entire body tingles, from my breasts, as they abraid on the rug, to my open hole that is being fucked by Daddy’s giant cock. His cum is sent into my waiting hole, splashing inside me, sending spasms again throughout my body. He lowers me down, letting my hair go, returning to my red ass.
“Thank you Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl.”
My back is still arched, as his cock eases out of me slowly. I feel our warm sticky cum ooze out of gaping slit, dripping down on my throbbing clit, before dripping on down. He begins to release my bindings. I feel the rush of cool blood return. He rubs my wrists and thighs, were the jute has left temporary marks. I whimper with his touch and aftercare. He sits me up and takes my face in his hands and softly kisses me. He flicks a rose petal from my cheek. His eyes look into the depths of my soul.
“MMMmmm thank you Daddy, that was wonderful.”
“Yes, it was. Now come on girl, let me take you to bed.”
He lifts me up and cradles me in his arms. I’m glad this time, as my bones feel like rubber. My strong Daddy carries me to his bed and lays me down. I tell him of my need to let my roomies know I won’t be coming home. He hands me my phone, while he tends to the great room.
When he returns, he finds me having trouble texting any logical sentences. He takes my phone and sends a text to Carol that I will be staying with him for the weekend, and I will talk with them later. She returns the text with “you have to tell me everything when you get back.” He smiles up at me. I flush at the thought of telling them what just happened to me. He moves into to bed next to me. I curl up in his arms, and lay my head on his strong chest. I quickly fall fast asleep to the beating of his heart, fully sated by my Daddy for the night.
To be continued…….
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