Taking the Plunge with Daddy Book 2 Part 10
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This is a continuation of Parts 1-15 of "Taking the Plunge with Daddy."
You don't have to read those first, but I think this will be much deeper
if you do.
Note: no real steamy sex in this chapter, as we introduce the next phase
in their relationship. It's coming though.....
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I dressed soon after he left, leaving my cage on, and I departed the
hotel suite, but not before scouring it for anything I might be leaving
behind - so many little items of clothing, and sex play all over. I
marveled at what a mess a Daddy and sissy can make over 24 hours on their
first hotel date. As I stepped out of the door, I looked back into the
suite, just remembering everything from my first night ever as the sissy
I always wanted to be, and suddenly aware of my sore, pink pussy which
had taken Daddy's cum inside three times. It felt...open...feminine
somehow.
I pulled my rolling suitcase packed with all of those slut clothes and
heels out of the elevator and into the lobby. I saw myself in a giant
wall mirror there, dressed in boy clothes for the first time in a day.
Wow.....I don't know what's real about me anymore......don't look,
trisha, don't look.
Honestly, it was painful, and my gender confusion came back with a bang,
reinforced by the way I was addressed, standing there staring at some
ghost of a man who seemed to be fading away before me.
"Sir, may we call you a taxi? Sir?"
Oh fuck, he's talking to me.
"Yes, thanks. I'll wait at the front."
Sir. If only he knew the real me. What I had been doing - and loved
doing up there in the big suite.
I closed my eyes for just a second and took in a deep breath to calm
myself. I have to remember what Daddy told me when I had my little panic
attack last night:
"I want to talk to the man inside of you, just for a moment.. I just want
to tell him that I know he's there, I appreciate the time that he's
giving us to play...and I promise to always be good to you, Trisha. I
want him to have as much of a good time as we are having, but......he has
to stay out of the way and just enjoy the ride."
I smiled, remembering just how tender he was with me in my most insecure
moment. It was just all fun, wasn't it? I mean it was so so hot and
incredible, and even the sissy 'shame' that's like, part of the fetish,
is just kinda all for fun when you accept that you like it, I guess....
I still didn't have the answers standing there but I was calmed down by
Daddy's words and the knowledge that it was just fine. I just had to
figure it out for myself.
I took a cab ride back to my apartment in Brooklyn. The ride was one of
those wistful 'morning-after' ones in New York, with a too-bright blue
sky and all the Saturday activity of the city.
My mind was bouncing between the fun, and the other thing that Daddy had
said: "If we meet again, it's the beginning of the end for [my male
name]." I knew, from our internet chats before meeting, that he wanted a
willing sissy to feminize, and I know that's what he meant. Now it's up
to me to take the plunge. Oh god, I need a gurl to talk to!
I spent the rest of the day online reading as much as I could about
feminization, the steps, what it's really like to be a female in the
world, everything from accounts of just being a part-time CD to full
trans SRS and the whole spectrum. It helped me greatly to realize that
being a sissy is different from being trans. I don't feel 'like a woman'
all the time, and didn't steal my sister's panties or anything. It
seemed that, for me in particular, being a sissy is a sexual kink. Not
that that's bad - it's the most intense thing I've ever done and maybe my
sexuality is feminine but my 'being' in the world is male?
I didn't know. Fuck, I was confused and I just wanted to talk to Daddy
some more about it, about what he wants, and what I want, and.... it was
so much more intense and emotional than I had expected, I need some time
to process everything. It's probably a good thing that he's going away
for a week, to be honest.
But I'll be damned if I'm not going to see him again, and be Daddy's
eager slut for that beautiful cock and ohhhh......get it together,
trisha. I decided to text him in the morning, Sunday, and tell him 'yes'
I couldn't wait to see him again when he gets back from Europe:
"Hi, Daddy. May your slut please see you again? Please, Daddy?"
"What's your address, princess? I'm going to send you a little gift
before I leave."
"[my address]"
"Good whore. It will come Monday night so hurry home after work and text
me when it arrives."
"Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy." I put in a few pink and purple emoji
hearts just to be extra innocent and slutty for him. I may be a confused
guy, but trisha knows exactly what she wants.
I didn't see him at work Monday, I mean the building is huge, and who
knows if he was even there, but you can bet I raced home. I waited,
waited, and almost jumped when I heard my buzzer go off. I sprinted back
up the stairs with the rather large box that wasn't as heavy as it
looked. I ran into my bedroom and locked the door - roommate wouldn't be
home yet for some time.
"The delivery is here Daddy. I haven't opened the box yet, Daddy."
"Open it, you dumb bitch." My knees almost buckled in lust from his
demeaning me. Why is that so hot?
"Yes, Daddy."
I didn't just open it; I tore the box open like a kid at Christmas
expecting just what he asked for from Santa.
My eyes and hands could hardly believe it. I reached in and started to
pull them all out. Counting 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,.....a dozen lacy pink and
lavender panties of every style and shade, most silk, some thongs, hip
huggers, boyshorts, low rise...
Underneath them, two babydoll nighties, both sheer pink in different
styles, absolutely totally femme and girly and so cute. Omg.
I stared down at my bed, suddenly looking way more femme that it had ever
looked. All of these beautiful soft sexy panties and the nighties...oh
Daddy. Daddy! I was so enraptured that I forgot to text him back.
"DADDY! DADDY! DADDY! THANK YOU SO MUCH DADDY!!"
"YVW, babygirl. Before we meet again, only panties. No underwear ever.
Understood?"
"Yes, Daddy! Only panties only panties 24/7 Daddy!"
"Every morning till we meet text me pic of you in that day's panties.
Every night just before bed, in a nightie. I'll get texts in Europe."
"Yes, Daddy I will I promise!"
"Put pair on now and show me slut."
You never saw anyone take their clothes off as fast as I did right there
and then. In mere seconds I was naked, my eyes scanning the bed...which
one?? What's the most subby, girly, pair? Oh, they are all.....wait
that one, almost hot pink silk with embroidered pink hearts, black lace
around the leg openings and a little baby pink bow in front. That's the
one.
I pulled the pair up over my ass and suddenly she was back inside me.
Trisha I mean. "Oh, Daddy," I moaned in her high femme slutty voice, as
I felt myself up, staring into my mirror. I took a quick video from the
belly down, turning slowly and running my hand over my ass with a playful
spank, and sent it to him.
"Very nice, baby. Fit ok?"
"Perfect, Daddy! Perfect, thank you Daddy!"
"Every day, and every night, bitch. Don't forget.
"I won't Daddy I promise."
"Are you going to do anything else for me while I'm gone?"
Oh......he had told me to get my nipples and belly button pierced.
That's a big step, isn't it girls? But...oh fuck it why not. I mean I'm
going this far with him and it's so so hot.
"Nipples and belly button pierced, Daddy."
"Good girl. Send pic when done. Use this salon."
He texted me a link to a webpage for an upscale place in Chelsea catering
to men.
"Yes, Daddy. I can't wait, Daddy."
He was silent, and I took the time to look over the panties again, my
hands gently pinching my nipples wondering what it's going to feel like.
He texted again after a few minutes.
"Trisha, PAY ATTENTION: if you ever get scared again, text me. I've
looked for someone like you for a while and I think you are special.
Remember, I'll never hurt you and I want us to both be happy."
I started crying. How does he know? How does he know?
When I look back on it, he was so smart, giving me something reassuring
that I could read over and over again, and just putting it all back into
perspective.
I texted him back:
"Yes, Daddy I will, I promise I will Daddy and I won't run away Daddy, I
promise"
"I know you won't, princess."
A few hours later, before I climbed into bed in my new ultra femme pink
silk babydoll nightie, I took another short video for Daddy. I was so
horny again for him....I had never slept like this before. I whispered,
"Hi, Daddy, thank you for my beautiful nightie." And even though my face
was out of frame, I slapped my cheek hard twice just because it was
fucking hot, and whispered, "I'm Daddy's fuckhole," and I knew it would
turn us both on.
He texted back:
"Look what you did, bitch."
And he send a pic of his giant cock, rock hard, and ready to burst.
As I lied in bed staring at the walls, my hands unable to stop feeling
the delicious silk covering my smooth body, feeling those pink feminine
feelings course through me, I reassured myself 'Yes....yes....I will...I
won't be scared...I accept....I accept myself...thank you, Daddy....thank
you Daddy'....
It was hard to sleep that night, then it became very very easy.....
--to be continued
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