Taking the Plunge with Daddy Book 2 Part 1
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By Tuesday afternoon at work, I was a mess. Horny beyond belief, unable
to concentrate, my mind caught in some electrical storm bouncing between
the clit-melting feeling of my third pair of silk panties worn under my
boring office chinos and thoughts of him, Daddy - everything about him
coming back to me in flashes; the first taste of his cock there on my
knees in the hotel, the taste of the base of his cock when he forced
himself into my wet, gagging throat, the feel of his dominant body
slamming against mine as he took me from behind, the throb of his cock as
he emptied his cum inside me again and again, the curves of his muscular
frame as I massaged him on the bed, and the sting of his open palm
against my face and my ass, owning me, controlling my pain and my desire.
I think this is what they used to call being "swept off your feet".
I realized that for the first time in my life, one of those sissy
'dreams' was coming true: I hadn't slept in or worn any boy underwear in
nearly 72 hours. It was all femme underneath, all the time. It had made
me a little crazy with desire, along with sending Daddy pics and posing
for him while he was away. Tonight I wanted to do something special for
him, to surprise him the way he surprised me. From our months of
internet chat, I remembered Daddy's deep, wonderful denim fetish and
berated myself for not paying it enough attention.
'Don't be such a fucking selfish whore, trisha, all wrapped up in your
own doubts: Daddy's pleasure is first.' I told myself, trying to bury my
self-doubt in my overwhelming sissy lust for him.
To surprise him, I decided to go shopping after work for my first pair of
girls' hip-huggers, extra lo-rise, the way he likes it. But what size am
I in girls' jeans? Omg, I have so much to learn. I'm going to feel
ridiculous at the shop, but whatever - I can't be the first guy to shop
for them, and it's not for me really...I mean it is, but it's for
Daddy....all for Daddy.
The shopgirl was oh so kind, after I blurted out a sentence I had
practiced over and over on the way there: "Hi! I'm looking for a few
pairs of distressed very lo-rise hiphuggers, but I have no idea what size
I am. Can you help me?"
She gave me a knowing look and asked, "How tight do you want them?"
"Pretty tight," I replied without hesitation.
"Ok, turn around for me...bend forward slightly. Good, wait here."
She brought me four pairs, two different styles in two sizes each and
took me to the dressing room.
As I pushed my leg into the first pair I thought 'these are way too
tight, I'll never fit' but to my shock the jeans just sort of hugged my
body, making room for me and accenting my calves and thighs, and...oh
wow, they are perfect over my already rather femme ass that never really
fit in men's jeans. And they close so sexily at the front. Holy.....at
that moment, seriously from that moment, I've never wanted to wear men's
pants again.
I stared at myself turning back and forth in the mirror, marveling at the
leg and butt-enhancing properties of the jeans but more so at how they
made me feel. These are trisha's jeans; they are made for her, for me.
They make it real in a different way than the slutty playtime clothes
that I had brought to the hotel.
This was something more frightening to me: 'everyday' clothes, which felt
like a new level of self-acceptance...but they are so sexy - and I was so
horny for Daddy.....but if I get these, I'm taking another step
deeper......what am I doing....who am I really....is this me ...oh god,
don't freak out, I told myself as I started hyperventilating
slightly...my hand moved involuntarily to my cellphone, wanting to text
Daddy and yell "help me, help me come back to you Daddy".....not here,
trisha, not here! Breathe!
"How do they fit?" I heard the shopgirl call out. Thank the stars for
the kind shopgirls of the world. I was immediately brought back to
reality and my breathing slowed and I popped open the door to the
changing room and stepped out, not saying a word.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, stepping right up behind me. "You have a great
butt, and they look amazing on you!"
"I bet you say that to all the....all the....um.....really confused
guys," I joked, and we both laughed, breaking the tension.
"No, seriously, You have a great shape already, and they really work on
you," she told me, but she didn't have to. My mind was made up.
I bought the two smaller sized pairs. But just before I left the shop, I
saw another item in my fantasy list: it was the rack of girly belts. Oh
wow, so many from black rock n roll style with metal studs to the cutest
pink faux leather with rhinestone hearts all around. I went back to the
counter with that one, and the shop girl gave me a sly, 'in on it' grin
and whispered, "Have fun."
My heart was pounding all the way back to my apartment, eager to strip
off these horrible male office clothes and dress for Daddy, wanting put
on a real show for him, still on his trip overseas.
I had a few hours until my roomie would be home, so I dressed quickly:
today's panties were baby pink lace-back open crotch boy shorts. I
peeled on the first pair of distressed hip huggers...oh wow, they feel
just as good as in the shop, so so tight on my body, holding everything
in place for Daddy.
Then my 6 inch clear platform stripper heels, and the new pink belt.
Omg. Seriously, if you just saw a pic of me from the waist down with all
this on, I was all girl. I could hardly believe it, and it turned me on
so much. From my sissy stash, I pulled out the 'slut' crop top from our
night together at the hotel, and my sandy blonde wig, fastening two cute
little pigtails at the top with all-pink hair ties to match the belt.
They dangled over my face innocently.
I couldn't do full makeup as I didn't want to get busted later by my
roomie (looking back now, it was silly to even care about that) but I did
carefully apply bright red lipstick, that Daddy loved messing up so much
last week.
And there I was again - trisha - standing seductively before the mirror
looking at myself and my new denim-enhanced curves. In just a few
minutes transformed from a boring office boy into Daddy's eager cumslut
again. Oh I need this more than anything, I thought, this is me and
Daddy wants me, he wants the real me, the kinky me, the free me.
There's just one more thing I need for my photo/video shoot for Daddy. I
walked around the side of the bed and picked up my blah male chinos from
the office, and slipped out the 2 inch black leather belt from the loops.
Now I can begin.
I positioned the camera on the dresser and set the photo app to take a
pic every 10 seconds, and I started posing in my jeans. Everything from
ass closeups to full body, draping the belt over me, then presenting it
to the camera as if I was asking Daddy to use it on me, then pushing my
tongue out for a dramatic licking of it, and on an on. After about 45
minutes of posing and editing it down to the best 7 pics, I texted him:
"Hi, Daddy. I hope an extra text is ok, Daddy. I couldn't help it, I
went shopping for something to show you, just for you Daddy." And I sent
him the gallery, nervously hitting send.
What do I do now, just wait? I decided to stay dressed as long as
possible, it felt so perfect. I thought I would get maybe an hour in
these clothes just prancing back and forth before my mirror, practicing
sitting and standing like a sissy girl, talking to myself in my ultra
high femme voice. I even sucked my thumb for a few minutes repeating
"Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy" over and over again in my mind, even though I'm
not into the serious age play, but it was so hot to just be Daddy's
little girl slut waiting for him to reply. If he replies. He's probably
asleep or in a dinner meeting or fucking some other slut and forgetting
about.....
My phone gave a strange ring that I had never heard before. I raced back
to the bed and picked it up. My eyes widened as I saw it "DDY requests
FaceTime. Accept?"
I gulped. I really did it this time, trisha. I took a quick breath to
steady my nerves as I put my earbuds in. Yes, I accept - I accept
FaceTime and I accept what Daddy wants and I accept myself. I accept.
"Hi, Daddy."
"Well, well, well princess. Quite a surprise."
He was smiling slightly, apparently naked except for a large peach
colored hotel bathrobe. My heart jumped thinking 'I pleased Daddy, I
pleased Daddy!'
I was holding the phone with one hand giving him a view of my body from
the lips down, moving it slowly around to show him my curves, the heels,
everything.
"Did you buy those jeans today, babygirl?"
"Yes, Daddy, I bought two pairs of them and I couldn't wait to show you,
I wanted to surprise you Daddy."
"You certainly did, sweetie. Are you alone?"
"Yes, Daddy for about an hour I think, then my roommate should be home,
Daddy."
"Good girl, do you have time to play?"
"Yes, Daddy!! Yes yes, Daddy I do!" Is what I said, but in my mind I was
begging 'Oh please please play with me Daddy, play with your sissy cunt,
I need you so bad Daddy."
"Beg for it then, cunt," he said....we were definitely on the same page.
Trisha's lust entered me again and I felt it; that dark, stomach-churning
craving that us sissies know so well. I was going to beg for my life,
like only a sissy can, like I can.
I positioned the phone on my dresser where it could take all of me in
plus the mirror if I stepped back from it, and I could come up close with
my face or ass and I started. I remembered what he told me immediately
at the start of our hotel date: female presentation only, nothing male.
I picked up the belt from my bed, and held my body like a stripper, it
was easy in these 6 inch clear platforms and girl jeans, my ass facing
the camera in 3/4 so I could look back at it and beg Daddy.
Slowly draping the belt back and forth across my denim-covered ass, I
started talking in my bestest sweetest femme slut voice:
"Please, please Daddy? Please play with your stupid whore? I'll be a
good little slut I promise Daddy? Please please please Daddy, please play
with me tonight, Daddy? I need your cock so bad Daddy please?"
I turned to the camera, putting my heels together demurely, and moved the
folded belt to my red lips as I continued, talking as I planted soft red
kisses all over the belt:
"Please Daddy [kiss], please play with your painslut [kiss] please Daddy?
[kiss] I'll be good I promise Daddy [kiss] Your whore misses you so bad
Daddy [kiss], please play with me, Daddy [kiss] please please Daddy?
[kiss]"
"Get over here closer, just your cunt face in the camera."
Quickly I scurried up to the dresser and dropped to my knees, my face at
eye level with the camera until I could see only my face in the tiny
corner window, the two sandy blonde pigtails dancing over my cheeks.
"Loop that belt around your neck, bitch. Hold it tight."
I felt the thick leather belt going around my neck, and put it through
the clasp and pulled it snug. Almost immediately, I could hear my pulse
in my ears.
"Tighter, bitch."
I pulled it tighter, which made my ears start to throb. I admit now, I
was a little scared, but Daddy was pushing me, just when I thought I
would surprise him, he had more up his sleeve to make me submit to him.
Oh Daddy....
"Every answer, one slap on your whore face, understand."
"Y...yes, Daddy." Thankfully I had the earbuds up high or I never would
have heard him over the throb of my heartbeat from the belt choking me.
My right hand was holding the belt taught and I got my left hand ready to
please Daddy.
"What are you?"
I slapped myself hard across my left cheek. SLAP!
"I'm Daddy's fuckhole!"
"What else?"
SLAP!
"I'm Daddy's little girl!"
"What else?"
SLAP!
"I'm Daddy's painslut!"
"What else?"
SLAP! The first tear of pain ran down my cheek.
"I'm Daddy's...oh....I'm Daddy's stupid cunt!"
"Change hands, bitch."
I pulled the long end of the belt around to the other side and took it in
my left hand, and positioned my right hand where it needed to be to
redden my other cheek
"Pull that belt tighter, whore."
I did, almost choking now, not sure if I could talk. My heart starting
to race from fright and adrenaline and pure lust.
"What do I own?"
SLAP! My virgin right cheek stung hard, as I was losing the ability to
regulate myself.
"Daddy owns my mouth and my pussy!"
"What else do I own?"
SLAP!
"Daddy owns my mind and my body!"
"What do you live for?"
SLAP!
"To please you Daddy!"
"What do you love?"
SLAP!
"I love Daddy's cock! I love Daddy' cock!"
I could barely understand my own words by the end of that phrase; I think
I was close to passing out when I heard Daddy:
"Loosen the belt, slut."
I did and caught myself breathing quick short breaths.
"Fucking nice, baby girl. Guess what? Daddy will play with you tonight."
I smiled, so happy to hear his words, but I knew just from these few
minutes, that it's gonna be a very intense FaceTime session, maybe more
than I had bargained for.
"You have something to drink there?"
"Yes, Daddy, whisky & coke and some vodka, Daddy."
"Make yourself a drink and get out your big dildo, the one you told me
about"
I crawled in my most femme, stripper way, one knee slowly in front of the
other, to the little cube fridge in the corner that I had brought
straight from my college dorm and pulled out a Diet Coke and and ice
tray, and found the whisky bottle, fixing myself a strong drink. [NYC
roommate tip: keep your booze in your own room]
Under the bed was my toy box, and I pulled it out and took out the 9 inch
dildo - the one I had never gotten into my throat or my ass, but which
was even a bit smaller than Daddy's cock which had made it into both
places, changing me forever.
"Get that drink down and make another for later."
"Yes, Daddy." I gulped it down, feeling the warm sting of the whisky as
it settled down my throat and into my belly. Now girls, don't worry, in
the 6 months of chat before we met, Daddy and I would have a few drinks
together on the phone, and we did at the hotel. We both like to drink
and get a little loose - not too much - but a little loose, and it really
helps me. He knows that.
I made the second drink and placed it back inside the fridge to keep it
cold, and then I knew...it was on.
Whatever is about to happen, my stinging face, my newly denim-covered
ass, the belt, the dildo....I trust Daddy....only Daddy...
--to be continued
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