Taking the Plunge with Daddy Book 2 Part 1
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I texted Nicole the next day at lunch to make the waxing appointment, but
I really needed someone to talk to, someone who's doing something this,
or just understands.
"Hiya trisha from salon. Thx 4 holding my hand. U were right he loves
them." And a single pink heart emoji.
"YaY!!! Come get nu set :)"
"Waxing full body next thurs or after?" I texted quickly, just to not
lose my nerve, and she was all business...
"At desk now hold" she replied. I waited silently.
"Thu Fri 11am-1, takes 2 sesh first time," she continued.
damn I have to work I thought...I'll take the days off, or I'll quit
forget it I'm leaving that job anyways. More about that later...
"Perfect thank u thank u thank u."
She texted me "U = [cute unicorn emoji]" and a pdf with preparation
instructions, and that was it. Appointment made.
I closed my eyes and imagined the results.
Over the weekend, I sent more photos morning and night to Daddy, and we
texted a bit. He was letting me come back to myself a little, and also to
want him, and think about everything....I walked a lot, seeing all the
different types of people, and wondering about them, about their secrets
and their desires, but most of all about him. I was falling in love, and
in a different way....but I'm a guy? Maybe not..shit.....I'm a..? What am
I now....does it even matter?
I don't care, I'm going there with him, you only live once one life to
live, and all that, and well, it turns me on. Go away, shameful feelings
and guilt over stuff I have no control over. I'm a good person I know I
am...and It turns me on, and him too, and after all those years of
purging and shame I met someone special who..oh FUCKK!!!!...shut up!!! I
yelled at myself...and told myself to breathe and enjoy it, stop
worrying, only joy together with him so far...all the worry is in me,
it's not him, it's in me....
My long walks were sometimes more confusing than enlightening, but they
always made me feel better, and calmer eventually, and more willing to
just go.
One step in front of another, trisha, down the path of submission to him.
Now, I could feel a lightness inside me, a lifting of clouds, of
pessimism, of darkness and weight, as I decided, one small step at at
time, to be free, just let it go, the shame and moralizing and
berating.....and my thoughts were wrapped up in him and in dressing for
him and being trisha for him, and him and him and Daddy wants me too.....
I hadn't walked in the city for a while so I took the subway in to the
village, meandering, but at a brisk pace up through Washington Square
park, the west side and through Chelsea, towards the salon. I love it
here.
I saw the new shop from across the avenue, just down the street corner.
It was a gay-focused S&M shop, I thought.
My pulse started pounding. I felt like I was staring down a landslide
that was going to overtake me regardless of if I ran or stood still. I
reared my shoulders back and head up and breathed deeply, stopping my
walk to pretend to check my phone, hunched over now steadying myself. I
said out loud in a my male voice, but higher: "Fuck it I'm going in."
I pushed the glass door in, you know it: one of those old kinds with the
steel handles running about waist hight...I bet this place was like a
tiny shoe repair shop or something for decades before all of this....
The first thing I noticed was the smell. Leather. The texture of it was
in the air, sweet and dark and warm somehow, and I could see into the
back which had what looked like a leather shop back there with an
industrial sewing machine and wow..this is like a leather fetish place
for all the, the leather gear??
I noticed the floggers and so much more hanging, tightly packed on racks
in the small shop, and all over the walls, and some tennis-sized matte
black balls perfectly round on a string...do those go...they can't do
they?...
My eyes were wide when I noticed the man; he was about an inch shorter
than me behind the counter, maybe 35, in only leather pants, an open
vest, and motorcycle cap. He had a wide pleasant grin on his face, almost
too pleasant, was he....drinking? why is he so happy I wondered
"Hi, got any questions feel free to ask" he called to me from just a few
feet away
"Yes, hi!" I smiled back at him, maybe it was a disarming technique when
a 'straight-looking' guy walked in.
I felt my nipples and belly piercings pulse suddenly, and had a quick,
yet ridiculous vision of it being like Wonder Woman's bracelets glowing
when something new or dangerous is around.
Omg, well at least my brain didn't lose my sense of humor, I thought.
"Um....nice...nice shop" I said shyly, not knowing how you compliment a
store owner of a store like this. I continued, "Do you make all of this?"
"Most of it, a few pieces come from oversees, great leather from Italy,
other places," he said, a little suspicion in his voice. "Are you looking
for anything specific?"
Good question. I paused and looked around, my mind was swimming in
possibilities.
"It's for someone, a....a top. He's...experienced and I'd like to get him
something really nice, maybe a custom piece."
Damn I just confessed. The words just came out of me!
But this place, with this easy going guy in leather, I mean where else in
the world would I confess? I laughed to myself inside wondering why I was
so nervous, this place is, omg, it's really great.
"Ohhh, I like that," he said. "So he likes quality?" using code words I
understood for 'do you want the expensive items'?
"Yes, but also something unique..if possible of course," I said in my
male voice, with a little smile..did I just inflect that like trisha? I
asked myself silently
"All right" he said in a change of tone, acceptingly, approving of my
directness it seemed. He spoke quickly and my mind started recording, as
if it was the most important thing I've ever heard.
"We make custom clothing, any accents or shade or design, all-black is
quickest of course: pants, vests, jackets take two weeks, hats, gloves..
"No, a belt," I interrupted him.
He paused looking at me suddenly with knowing realization - I wasn't some
gay tourist with excellent brows coming for a custom pair of chaps for
his husband's 30th (although there's nothing wrong with that!!!)
I repeated it, smiling, now with a slight but knowing grin.
"A...belt?"
"Yea I heard you. So sorry, we get a lot off the bus," he said, like a
guy who lives here finally, and 'for real' all of a sudden.
He stepped from behind the counter.
To his right was a rack under a window that looked into a room with a
large, flat green work table that looked old and classic, and more tools,
scrap pieces of leather, different shades everywhere...
"We make these," he said, directing my eyes to underneath the window
where there were 5 items hanging, four by their beautifully marbled
wooden handles in different shades, and the fifth, painted red.
He continued, "We source vintage leather belts from the 50s and 60s, all
100% real, and add a new leather core for strength, then we double them
up and stitch, see? So the weight is great. There's nothing like it. We
can stitch in any color."
He picked one off the wall and handed it to me, and continued, "We make
the handles too, all balanced, and much easier to swing than a plain
belt. Try it."
My hand, trisha's hand, was wrapped around the handle, fitting just
perfectly in my palm...I took in a deep breath....the belt, it felt solid
and....and waiting, waiting for it's purpose....it almost disappeared in
my hand, it was weighted so well....
I imagined it....I saw him using it on me as I gave my self to him, and I
saw him, as I offered it on my knees, telling him that it was from my
heart, and please Daddy...
"Uh...." Concentrate, I told myself, continuing, "He's got...he's got a
little bigger hands, actually like a whole size up?"
I forced the fog of lust to clear, because I had to have this. This is
the one.
"Ok..let's see..." he said, picking another off the rack with a painted
and severely carved modern red handle.
We exchanged them, and he described it: "The belt here is 2 inches
longer, wider handle."
Wow this one was angry....I closed my eyes and tried to shake hands with
the handle, trying to judge the size of his hand, remembering when he
pressed his warm palm gently into my cheek...
"I think this is it," I said, lightly swinging the luscious, aged, black
leather. Ohh I can feel the weight now..... "But not in red. Can I pick a
wood like that?"
I pointed back to the rack and he explained that the other four were the
four other woods they carried from light to heavy and and that their
shades were the wood plus the stain...and they have black or brown belts
too...
"Black belt for sure," I said, thinking about it all, imagining the
different combinations. And what would Daddy like the best? What the best
wood for him? What will make him love me even more? Is this love?
I tried all five of them, and decided on a dark cherrywood stain over
oak, rich and intense but also, well, just because oak was number 3 right
in the middle, and I really had no idea what I was doing then, but I knew
it would be beautiful.
"Great," he said matter-of factly.
"Any engraving or stitching? Custom plates too, something new we're
trying."
"What's that?"
"Two plates on either side of the handle, slightly recessed," he told me
loudly as he stepped into the workshop and returned with a bare
unfinished handle, the rectangles for the small brass plates had been
etched out already, and there was a small cylindrical hole between the
sides.
"We glue them to the wood, and lock the plates together with stainless
steel. They can be steel or brass, and engraved with anything."
"Can you match the stitching on the belt to the stain of the wood?" I
asked.
"Of course, you said dark cherrywood over oak? Very subtle and handsome."
"Yes..yes, dark cherrywood over oak," I repeated, savoring the words, and
seeing the rich color in my mind...
I whispered, "Great," to myself looking down at the prototype in my hand.
"If you'ld like to customize, we have to do it first because the way the
wood...."
"Yes, brass plates, please," I said, and paused.
"Daddy. I want them to say Daddy."
--to be continued
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