Taking the Plunge with Daddy Book 2 Part 1
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I got home, my nipples and belly button pulsing softly from the new
piercings. I could feel my belly button's dangling flower swinging under
my shirt the whole way home, reminding me of what I just did. I raced
into my apartment and stripped everything off except that day's panties
from Daddy - a tanga cut, lacy dark purple from VS with a cutout just
over my ass...which seemed to say playfully 'if you are seeing this, it's
time for fun.'
I put on my chastity cage, plus the second pair of hip-huggers from my
shopping trip yesterday...gorgeous skin tight, stretchy light blue denim
with ripped knees and a sexy rip just under my right ass cheek which
could almost hang out of it, and finally my girly light pink 5 inch
platforms.....I was so hoping he would be turned on and I was dreaming of
Daddy's hands on my tightly denim-covered ass as I stood in front of my
full length mirror, hands holding my non-tits up and I stared up and down
my self for another minute, turning slowly left and right, fascinated by
the pink rhinestones surrounding my nipples and in my belly button,
twinkling in the orange light of the Brooklyn sunset coming through my
window. 'Hi, trisha,' I said quietly to myself in her voice.
It was golden hour, when photos always look best in the setting sunlight.
I stepped to the window and looked out...my apartment was on a wide
avenue so it didn't seem like anyone from way across the street could see
in, so I just opened up the blinds on both windows, letting the glow
stream in and got the phone ready and in position.
Daddy had ordered me to send him pics of my new piercings, I wanted to so
bad, something arty and seductive in the colorful dimming sunlight. Let's
try that tonight!, surprising myself with my girlish enthusiasm. I did
some very quick makeup, making a mental note to really get good at doing
my eyes for Daddy, cause with these new brows, I just have to try it all,
lashes and everything......
I took pics for about 30 minutes, then the sun was going down, but I had
hot shots for him; most lying on my bed in the streaks of light, the body
jewelry shining and saying: 'you own trisha's body, Daddy...look what she
did for you'. Of course, I was doing it for myself too...
I had really been touched by nicole at the salon and her amazing girl-
yet-boy hair and decided to forego my wig, but my hair just wouldn't
cooperate until I pushed it forward, sweeping it to the side for some
bangs, and as femme as I could manage...I wanted to show Daddy my brows,
and both of my wigs have bangs anyways.....so I took a quick silent video
just looking down and then up, mouthing the words "thank you Daddy"....I
wondered if he would notice them...
Just like last night, I texted him the gallery and waited....this is the
second night that I'm waiting on a response from the man I am falling
hard for as his obedient, owned fucktoy, and my heart is pounding again.
And just look at me, dressed like this!
I strutted back and forth in front of the mirror, my cute heels clip-
clopping...and I let her come into me, becoming myself, becoming
trisha...and I went into that sissy daze just touching my chest and ass
and thighs in the skin tight denim whispering over and over, "Daddy," as
I waited for any response...needing to hear his words..
Eventually, I closed my eyes and focused on the roles we were playing, on
my submission to him, on my need for this, all the years of shame and
repression, and coming back to it, and leaving always leaving, but now
I'm trying...I'm trying Daddy and it feels so good to be with you.....
My phone rang again like last night, and I positioned my nipples and
belly button in the screen, eager like a schoolgirl waiting on her first
date to call, although I was a little scared that my throat couldn't take
a fucking like last night, but...no bitch, you do what Daddy wants, don't
you?, said trisha's voice in my head....yes yes whatever Daddy wants, he
can have anything now, anything..
I accepted the call, my doubts evaporating instantly, replaced only by
hope that he likes it, I hope hope hope Daddy likes it...
"Trisha, did I tell you that you could pluck your eyebrows?" he said
sternly.
Oh no, I thought.
"Put your face in frame," he said flatly, continuing and not addressing
me as anything
I dropped to my knees in front of my phone, looking down at the floor
after getting my face in frame, I was so disappointed in myself, all that
work and I screwed it up, my eyes were watering up. I went too far and
he's mad at me, oh no oh no...
"You are never to make any alterations to your body unless you ask me
first. Understood, trisha?"
"Yes, Daddy."
He continued slowly: "Clothes, makeup, earrings, things you can take off,
I don't care - you can surprise me like last night. But never to your
body unless you check with me. That includes your hairstyle. Understand?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"What do you say?"
"I'm sorry, Daddy."
"I don't want you starting to look like some swishy queerboi with pink
hair and a tongue ring. If I wanted one of those, I'd be looking for
that." He paused again to let his words sink in.
Oh wow...I understood him then. Daddy was right; it would be so easy to
like go over the top so quickly just from enthusiasm and momentum and
just become too much too soon and look ridiculous like a little kid who
got into her mother's makeup case.
During one of our internet chats long before meeting, we spoke about the
hotness of being presentable and 'clean' in public, even if I had a few
slight femme/gender non-conforming indicators, while simultaneously
having this absolute Dom-sub, Owner-led, Daddy/sissy slut private world
where anything goes....and the friction between them and only us two
knowing....omg he's so right, Daddy is always right...
(A few years later, when I started a light dose of HRT just to deepen my
total submission to Daddy and get some more curves to feed his lust - our
lust - he reminded me of this night and why he made sure I took it slow.
If I get that far, girls, I'll tell you all about it)
"I'm not going to punish you right now because you were such a good girl
last night in your new jeans, but I will when I get back. What do you
say?"
"I'm sorry, Daddy."
"Good girl." He paused to take a sip from a water bottle and adjust some
papers, as I watched him, he doesn't seem tooooo mad at me, and the
thought of this rule actually turned me on so much, just the concept of
it, I wanted to ask him so many things suddenly, when he spoke:
"At least they did a fine job. They are very, very sexy princess. I want
you to keep them shaped from now on, but no thinner."
I nodded yes yes Daddy, and gulped nervously.
"How did you like the salon?"
I was so happy he changed the subject to something positive; I had become
so wrapped up in him, in pleasing him, I had taken it so much farther
than just our physical hotel play - this whole thing had become
emotional, and I was associating my happiness with his, with
Daddy's...omg how can this all be happening, wasn't I straight guy with a
very part-time sissy fetish like a month ago?
"The salon was so much fun, Daddy, they are so nice there, everyone, I
loved it Daddy, thank you Daddy!" I replied.
"I knew you would love it. I want you to make your waxing appointment
there for a week from today or as soon as you can get in after that. Ok,
babygirl?"
"Yes, Daddy, I will." Ohh my heart jumped at this, another chance to see
nicole, and...omg that is going to hurt - my first full-body waxing - but
it will feel so so good for Daddy, smooth and soft under his strong hands
and rough hairy chest. I wondered if the spankings will hurt more....
"Your piercings are perfect, princess. Nice choices. They turn me on - a
lot, especially in your new jeans. Is that the other pair you bought?"
"Yes, Daddy! I'm so happy you like them, Daddy."
"Do you have time to spend with me tonight? We'll be quiet."
"Yes, Daddy...if we are quiet, then I have a lot of time Daddy."
"Just what I wanted to hear. Now I have some work to do and wasn't
expecting you but I have an idea."
He turned right to the camera and asked me in a low voice:
"What are you, baby girl?"
"I'm Daddy's painslut."
"And what else?"
"I'm Daddy's fucktoy."
"And what else."
"I'm Daddy's little cumwhore."
"Mmmmmmm....good girl." He was getting turned on. I just loved how, and
even to this day, I can turn him on with a tight pair of jeans and my
awful, wonderful confessions to him of who I am for Daddy, and for no one
else..
"Daddy loves your dirty mind, angel," he said.
He had never called me that...his angel...it's a word of kindness and
affection and it comments on having a special place in his heart...I
wanted to tell him so bad but the rules..Daddy's rules about not speaking
unless asked a question.....shhhhhh trisha...
"Tell me what you want to say, girl."
The words just flowed out of me, begging and letting myself confess to
him, confess it all:
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!..I'll be sweet and obedient I promise, I'll be your
angel, Daddy please let me be your angel, Daddy, please..."
I stopped suddenly, looking down, ashamed of how vulnerable I felt,
trisha's high femme sissy voice pouring out of me. Ohhhh I've got it bad
for him, plus the emotions of the whole day, of my first piercings, and
accidentally breaking Daddy's rule, and the jeans, and the salon, and
Daddy's attention and him him him him..., I wanted to beg at his feet
wrapped in the emotional warmth of being wanted and loved...oh god I'm a
mess for him already....
He chuckled, enjoying his dominance over my emotions and quieted me
"Shhhhhh good girl, princess. You already are my sweet little angel,
trisha aren't you?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Since I'm busy tonight we're going to have fun like we used to have
before we met, but with the cameras on. Do you have any pot there?"
"Y....yes, Daddy."
"Good, smoke a little and put music in your headphones. Dance for me
slowly while I work. I want you to learn your new body, trisha. You're my
sexy girl now with your lovely new piercings and jeans, and your brows
too babygirl, so act like one."
He was doing it so well, talking to me in just the right way, letting me
know that he knew we are almost, almost playing a game, and the game
doesn't work unless we both play...
For the next half-hour or so, high on pot, which amplified the thrill of
the piercings, the occasional throb from the rawness turning to pangs of
a pleasurable tingly sting, and with a "stripper music" playlist I had
found online, I danced for him.
I was always watching the phone the way a stripper keeps her eyes on a
big spender right in front of the stage, doing something I always
practiced in my sissy moments alone; dancing slowly, sensually for a man,
my hands dancing over my body, touching, inviting him, knowing where his
eyes are going, turning and giving different poses...how I would pose if
he was fucking me in all these different positions..
He stole glances at me throughout the dance as he worked on his laptop,
and once he was even on his business phone for like 5 minutes talking
something technical as he stared at me, his obedient little private cam
slut back in the states working her body for him.
I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was getting so horny, ready
to jump through the phone and take me.........'take me Daddy please,
please,' I thought as I grinded my hips slowly, my clitty straining in
the cage for him, leaking.....I'm yours Daddy, your fuckdoll giving
herself to you, take me there please Daddy, demolish who I thought I was,
please Daddy...
I was on my back with my knees bent, holding onto my heels with both
hands, moving my hips around to the playlist, licking my lips when he
motioned for me to come up to the phone.
"Get a drink and your big dildo, angel...and where's your hair tonight?"
"I have it here, Daddy."
"Don't you want to be pretty for me, princess?"
"Yes, Daddy! Yes yes, I'll put it on so nice Daddy right now."
"Good girl."
He was....he was being so kind and gentle with me, unlike any other time
we had played...he told me months later that he could see me cracking
under the pressure of moving too fast, I just didn't know it, and he
wanted me to feel loved. He explained that the dominance, the pain, the
complete obedience to him, if we were going to last, had to be about more
than only sex eventually, and he wanted to be careful because other gurls
that he had been with had fled, maybe when he pushed them too hard, maybe
because he held back his affections.
He knew that as long as I thought there was kindness coming soon, I'd be
more receptive to our repeated sado-masochistic play, and vice
versa...and he was right, I needed both, which I didn't know when we
first met - then it was all about sex and just acknowledging my sissy
feelings for once. But Daddy is always right, guiding me step by step
into a new life...
I fixed my blonde wig still with the two dangly little pigtails high on
my head, brushing and pinning it quickly, oh god it really does complete
my look, I thought, my bare chest twinkling from the dainty, slutty
piercings, and my ass so round and juicy in the girls' too-tight denim.
I made another whisky and coke and brought my toy box right up to the
phone, pulling out the heavy 9 inch dildo...oh Daddy my throat, I
worried...I got onto my knees in front of the screen, shaking out my
pigtails dangling over my cheeks as I took a sip of the yummy drink,
still feeling the pot so intensely and my skin so warm from dancing for
him......
"That's better. My cute little girl. How do you feel, baby?"
"So good, Daddy, I love dancing for you so much, Daddy."
"Mmmm that was a very sexy dance."
He seemed to be finishing up as he talked to me, getting the papers on
the hotel desk into a neat pile.
"Are you being a good girl in your cage, princess?."
"Yes, Daddy I have it on right now under my panties, Daddy."
He closed his laptop and turned his chair to the phone, I could see his
manly, hairy dominant body in the hotel robe, his cock already semi-hard
and making that big bulge in front...I felt a craving for him, a pot-
enhanced, piercing-encouraged sissy femme craving to have my mouth all
over him, to give him my body and need need need.....
"Pull your pretty jeans down a bit and take out your vibrator, baby."
"Yes, Daddy." I had no idea what he was planning but I'm going with it,
lost in a haze of lust for Daddy.
I pulled my jeans down under my pantied ass..my god I look so so femme
now with my belly button piercing, the jeans and pink belt open and
purple panties showing...omg we're really moving along aren't we....
He spoke directly to me now, our eyes meeting through the ether:
"Trisha, I'm very proud of you for continuing with me, and for taking
some chances with your body to please me. You've surprised me, and Daddy
loves to be surprised.
"We're going to take our time tonight, princess."
He got up and came back right away with a tumblr and a bottle of scotch,
pouring himself some, neat. Then he opened his robe and showed me a
dream, making my clitty drip in the panty-covered cage.
"I want you to make love to my cock, babygirl, show me how sweet and
tender you'll be when we meet again, and you deserve a treat, so keep the
vibrator on your cage, but no cumming, understand?"
"Yes, Daddy yes yes yes Daddy."
"Good girl". He picked up his drink and took a sip as I held the too-
large dildo in both hands and stared at him as I started to kiss it...
The alcohol, the pot, the lust, the emotions just overtook me and for
maybe an hour, I really have no idea, I was licking, sucking, moaning,
kissing, caressing, devouring the dildo as Daddy drank and stroked his
cock, our eyes meeting over and over, Daddy staring at his little slut,
his angel falling hard for him...bonding ourselves together in a swirl of
obedience and warmth..sometimes when my jaw was getting sore, I would
pull off and pant catching my breath as I ran my hand over my new femme
chest, flirting with him, outlining the cute piercings...then back down I
would go, moaning and squealing like the slut I am, Daddy's slutty
angel......
I had never sucked anything for this long, and something happened about
halfway through...my mouth just seemed to merge with the cock, becoming a
hole for pure pleasure, I forgot everything like my male past, my life,
my doubts, I only wanted him to want me, and to feel this feeling
forever, and my clit...my soaking straining clit, locked in the cage,
with the vibrations coursing through me..oh my god Daddy is having us
both edge together, two people with very, very specific tastes who found
each other, completing our circle of two...
"Mmmmm good girl..." he said in that low voice, and I knew he was very
close, maybe on edge...
"Show me that pretty mouth, baby."
I pulled my eager, dripping mouth off of the dildo and held it open now,
my head thrown back, eyes watery from sucking, so much sucking and loving
Daddy. I wanted his cum so bad. I could taste it, remembering our hotel
night and my first mouthful of Daddy's hot delicious sweet load, changing
me forever..
He was ready. As I breathed and moaned, begging through my whimpers for
his cum while holding my wet mouth open, I watched him finish, his
beautiful throbbing cock wanting me as bad as I wanted him...
Daddy was cumming, cumming with a deep grunt of lust..his sissy fucktoy
offering her mouth, her time, her life, without hesitation.....yes yes
yes Daddy I need your cum so bad, I'm here Daddy always here for you....
I felt as if I might cum with him spontaneously, but the vibrator just
kept me right there on edge. I felt something different for the first
time, a feminine feeling like a kind of pride in satisfying your man, in
being the one to make him cum the way he likes, owned and loving the
servitude and the pleasure in being his, only his..
After catching his breath with a moan of approval, he got up. I was still
stoned and in a daze of lust, calmly kissing the dildo over and over. I
guess I had closed my eyes and was just planting soft kisses all over it,
feeling the same warm love and tenderness that he had showed me tonight.
I don't know how long he let me go on, but eventually I heard him
chuckle.
"Earth to princess."
I opened my eyes, coming back to reality.
"Yes, Daddy."
"What do you say?"
"Thank you, Daddy for letting me please you."
"You didn't cum, did you?"
"No, Daddy."
"Good girl. No cumming tonight; you can cum by yourself tomorrow, alone,
with the vibrator one time, but you must make a video and show me."
Omg, how am I going to ever get to sleep in this state?
He wanted me to stay beyond horny, to stay as trisha and full 100% sissy
mode through the night and into tomorrow.
"Y..yes Daddy, thank you Daddy."
"I'm gonna get some sleep now. This will be our last FaceTime until I get
back Monday night, so don't forget your pictures. Good night, angel."
"Good night, Daddy."
I collapsed in a heap of feminine emotions and sissy lust. I was so so
horny, but also so exhausted from such an emotional day and night with
Daddy, and my jaw was aching so pleasantly....
I prepared for bed, sending him one last pic after I put on one of the
sheer pink babydoll nighties and to my surprise, fell asleep almost
immediately.
Then it happened. I had the dream for the first time, the one that I keep
having. I'm not sure if it's a nightmare or what but it's always the
same:
I'm standing looking down at myself, angry that I'm still in my male
clothes. Boring drab chinos and a blue button down Oxford. Worn brown
office shoes, everything I don't want anymore..
I look up and see her. Trisha, standing there staring at me with a
sympathetic smile. She is me, looks like me but softer, the girl
version...she's in the white pink stripper platforms, her toes are
painted baby pink glittery with French tips, she's wearing an ankle chain
that says something I can't read...her legs are bare, impossibly smooth
except for a cute pink frilly garter high around one leg, white lacy
thong panties showing underneath a plaid-miniskirt that's so tiny it's
almost a wide belt, bare chested except for the new piercings. She has a
thick baby pink leather collar on, locked with a small brass padlock in
front..
Her hair is short but femme, like nicole's was, hoop earrings, and a nose
stud, and beautiful soft makeup and lashes accenting her eyes.
She speaks to me:
"Hi, [my male name]."
I try to speak but I my voice doesn't work. She continues softly:
"Don't worry, [my male name]...it's ok" she says playfully but sadly,
when I notice the cherry spanking glow all around her sides as if her ass
and back had been flogged, belted for hours, a few darker red streaks
wrapping around to the front of her legs and belly.
"I'll take it for both of us....it's ok, I kinda like it now...everything
that happened when we were kids....it doesn't matter now...I'm here for
you [my male name], I'll take everything...."
Then out of the darkness behind her, I see a large arm, and hand touch
her shoulder, and feel his hand heavily on my shoulder, and I hear his
voice, Daddy's voice:
"I love you, baby."
I suddenly realize I'm looking in a mirror, and I wake up crying,
sometimes I scream....
I'm not there yet, I'm not all put together....but I'm getting closer,
Daddy, I promise...
--to be continued
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