Taking the Plunge with Daddy Book 2 Part 1
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All day at my boring office job the next day, Wednesday, my throat was a
little - not exactly sore, more like...used. It was a constant reminder
of how Daddy had played with me last night, letting me be his wanton
sextoy slut, and I guess that I had raised the stakes with my denim
surprise so no complaining bitch....
I...can't stop now, I thought. I have to see it through - it would be
like going to see a movie and walking out in the last 10 minutes! But
when exactly are the last 10 minutes? It scared me not knowing how deep
I would or could go with him but then again, I'm falling for him
hard...we are perfect for each others' fucked up s...oh god stop it
trisha...I caught myself doing it; going back and forth in that sissy
haze of self-doubt and questioning.
At lunch, I decided to eat alone cause I had to think, and my throat
situation helped to keep people away from me thinking I had bronchitis or
whatever. I went to the park - a beautiful late fall day in the city, a
little chill in the air and the buzz of life all around. Then a
blessing: HR called on my cell and said to take the rest of the day off
since I wasn't feeling well and they didn't want me spreading anything.
Great! Thanks for the throat-fucking, Daddy hehe.
I had made the appointment for my piercings, for tomorrow, but figured
that if I could get in now during work hours, there would be less people,
and less embarrassment. I called the salon and thankfully they said yes,
a sweetly androgynous voice telling me to be there in 45 mins and "does
that work for you?"
"Yes, thank you thank you, see you soon," I replied and hung up.
The salon was about 20 blocks away and the day was nice so I walked.
Every block I got more tense thinking about what was about to happen, and
wondering what the place would be like. I had dreamed of this for a long
time, making it a part of my fantasy life, and now I'm going to do it.
Fuck I'm nervous...
I got to the salon, a softly masculine brushed-steel-grey motif
throughout the walls, with little splashes of color here and there in
small orchid vases...and all men. There were a few guys chatting towards
the back, and the..do I call him a receptionist? 'Huh' I said to myself,
wanting to drink it all in, but also not just gawk like a tourist from
Nebraska looking for a Chipotle. Wrong turn! [apologies, Nebraska
girls, I love you too]
"Hi" came the singsong greeting from the front desk.
I turned my head to answer, but paused because he was.....he was so
beautiful and femme. A stylish thick mop of hair, boyish cut but with a
light side feathering, and delicate features....twinkling yellow stone
earring studs...was he wearing very light makeup?
"H..hi..I called for the 1pm change from..from tomorrow?"
"Oh yea! We spoke. Pleasure to have you, first time here correct?"
"Yes"
"Oh great, I love first timers" He giggled girlishly and handed me a
clipboard.
"Just fill out your info and sign. First-time piercings, just some
legal-medical blah blah you know."
"Oh..I see, ok ok."
I took the clipboard and sat down on one of the modern design
chairs...wow I knew there were places like this of course, but...do I
really want to...'just shut up and fill it out' I told myself, still not
over my hesitation and doubt...I closed my eyes to steady my breathing
for a minute, then heard his voice again.
"Are you ok, honey?"
"Yes," I replied as dryly as I could.
"I'll get you some water. And don't worry, it doesn't hurt that bad."
He playfully lifted his shirt for just a quick flash, giggling, and
showed me just what I needed to see...he had a belly button piercing,
matching yellow stone in silver design dangling and swinging daintily,
omg...he must also be a.....is he a.....
He came back in with a small cold bottle of Evian, and just behind him,
someone poked in their head and asked quickly, "Nick, where's the iPad?"
"In 4," he replied.
I looked up from finishing the paperwork, and he was right in front of me
bending down to place the Evian on the side table on a coaster.
He whispered: "I'm nicole"
I blushed hard and fast and the words just came out of me in her voice,
"I'm trisha."
"Hi, trisha," he replied, I mean she replied.. quietly smiling at me and
said in a low voice, "It's always scary when you start."
A few minutes later, nicole/Nick came back in and took me to a private
room that seemed to be set up just for piercings and other body jewelry.
I looked around at the samples in the pretty glass wall cases, the
sterilization tools and...it was another planet away from that backroom
tattoo shop stereotype that I had in my mind.
He closed the door behind him, and motioned to a group of glass cases:
"Here are the nipple sets, bellys are to the right. Something you like?
let me know."
She started getting the tools and gloves ready and I asked "Are you the
one who is going to..."
"Yeah." She smiled. "Is that ok?"
"Sure! Sure!" I replied eagerly... Oh fuck yes it's ok, it's great, I
thought.....I felt a lot better, even though I had just been identified
as a sissy, that she was one too... "It's great...nicole, thank you for
being kind" I replied quietly, and she smiled at me.
Most of the body jewelry was for 'men' like lots of black, and skulls,
steel roses, pride flags in every design...there must be something
for.....
Oh, there they are....back row, pink hearts....omg can I please, please
get those ones...they were each a single pink heart made of a dozen or so
pink rhinestones in silver that went right around the nipple with the
post going behind..it was real 'body jewelry' and so femme and
slutty/innocent at the same time...just the way Daddy likes...
In the belly button case next to it, I found a pink flower in the same
shade, dangly and sitting so pretty in a silver setting with a clear
rhinestone at the middle.
Nicole was standing next to me... "Tell me," she said...her voice much
more femme and wispy than at the front desk, now that the sissies are
alone.
"Um....the..uh...pink hearts there, and the flower?"
"The cutest," she said slyly... "Take off your shirt and sit down."
I turned and saw how she had prepared the chair, draped with a fluffy new
towel with the salon's logo on it, warmed and waiting for me. I took my
shirt off - it felt so strange unbuttoning this men's button-down office
shirt, to get this done to myself...I was fully in it now I guess....
"Soooo....first piercing ever-ever-ever, right?" she asked me, taking out
a new boxed set of the pink hearts from under the glass cabinet.
I nodded.
"Good girl. Trish they are so much fun, you can match them to your
clothes and be super cute and discreet," she said it like it was no big
deal, obviously a pro at putting the client at ease.
And she whispered as she dabbed my nipples in alcohol. "And I bet he's
gonna love them, they always do."
It seemed to take no time at all, or maybe time was standing still. I
was pierced, both nipples and belly button. I could hardly believe the
look of my chest now, staring down at myself, so obviously a femme boi
chest, someone giving it up for Daddy going there with him, accepting
it....just accept it trisha...my eyes darting between my chest and the
reflection in the mirror in the room.
Nicole handed me a small bottle of antibacterial cream with the salon
logo on it as I took myself in.
"Don't take them off for six weeks, except to swap out or clean for just
a few minutes, and reapply the cream. Also, here's a set of basic
barbells and ring that come with it today."
Six weeks?!? Oh wow...did Daddy...he must have known that.....he tricked
me...playfully though, I mean I could take them out....but two weeks
feeling this...how am I ever going to sleep, to think! I couldn't take
my eyes off my chest in the mirror, wondering about different styles, and
Daddy, and......
"Trish?" she asked turning herself to stand next to me in the mirror.
"Yea." I was in a bit of a daze.
"Brows?" she asked me......um.
"What?"
"Look at my eyebrows," she said.
Oh wow they were so...perfect, thinning out so nicely but still sexy and
rich...
I immediately turned to the mirror and saw mine, comparing them to her.
Holy.....mine are a boy's eyebrows, thick and unkempt..and...yuk! Of
course, oh wow......uh...I wanted to cry suddenly and bawl out "people
will know!!!" My shame, my desires, my pain written on my face.....I
can't....
"Oh my god." I paused... "Yes....yes...fucking brows yes."
I turned to her and said quickly before my courage fled:
"Do 'em, please?"
She giggled and replied "Two cute brows coming up!"
I realize now she was a great upseller, but also she was right. My whole
look seemed to change, softening my face, and I could see how eye makeup
would work so much better now...wow.....and now I had to...I had to show
everything to him...to Daddy...
With my receipt, she gave me the salon's card, making sure with a furtive
glance, that I saw her name and cell number on the back of the card. I
nodded and leaned over the desk...
I never said this more sincerely than right then, "Thank you."
--to be continued
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