Taking the Plunge with Daddy Book 2 Part 1
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I kept looking out of my apartment window to the street, biting my lip, a
bundle of sissy nerves.
Nicole giggled at me again as she gently pushed my face back towards her
to finish doing my eyes.
"Don't worry, trish, he'll be here soon."
"I know I know, it's just been so long and..." My voice trailed off,
trying not to be too anxious, but knowing we hadn't seen each other in
person since the hotel date almost a month ago.
Daddy had come back from Europe and immediately invited me to spend a
full 3-day weekend with him upstate, one week after my waxing so my skin
would be healed and I'd still be perfectly smooth.
He was going to rent a private house, just me and him, and I could be
dressed 24/7 from Friday until we got back on Monday night.
I said 'yes' right away.
The two weeks before that was when I really jumped into the pool - the
sissy pool.
I had my first full-body wax (not too-too bad for a masochist like me, to
be honest, but still - ouch!), got my first pedicure at the salon with
Daddy's permission, and bought a dozen or so more panties and bras,
babydolls to sleep in, more jeans & denim shorts and denim everything,
more high heels, more sets of nipple piercings and belly button jewelry..
I hadn't been out of panties for weeks now except to shower, and kept my
cage on as long as I could almost all day and all night.
I was free - trisha was free? Well, maybe not free free, but at least I
was giving myself permission to go there and experience everything I felt
inside....for the first time in my life.
And I had such a good Daddy to show me guide me break me, to overcome my
fears and shame and let me live for once as his femme, owned, fucktoy
slut that I needed to be and craved to be.
Aside from the pure kink, he was also caring for me and...I felt for him
too. I started wondering about him, I wanted him to be happy, to tell me
his troubles and let me caress him and make him feel better - plus, yea,
also to be fucked and flogged to oblivion, of course...
It was so confusing still...so I was trying to just go with it now. And I
was.
Nicole and I met for a drink after my waxing and I told her everything;
we talked and talked. I needed a sissy friend to help me stay here, and
to get advice from.
She was so so great, asking me all the important questions like:
"Do you trust him?"
"Will you put me on speed dial in case anything goes wrong?"
And of course, "What's his cock like?"
I think she was mildly freaked out at how sado-masochistic our
relationship was, but it wasn't like she hadn't seen it before. I assured
her that it was me who asked for it first. I mean, I had put it all in my
clubsissy profile and he found me because of that.
I asked nicole for makeup advice, and she kindly offered to come over and
do my makeup perfectly before he picked me up. She was finishing up now
on me as my heart was racing, knowing Daddy will be here any minute.
Nicole sounded satisfied, saying, "Mmmmm, there it is, trish...whaddya
think?"
She turned me towards the mirror and I just about passed out.
"Oh my...oh my god..." I could barely speak.
"Don't cry!" she exclaimed and grabbed a tissue just dabbing my reddening
eyes.
"Nicole, they are....they are....oh my god..."
She did them just like my dream/nightmare. My face was...trisha's face, a
slut, a girlfriend, a whore, a femme, a sissy's face, all at once.
"Just the way he likes it, femme, slutty and leaning pink and submissive,
right?" she asked me.
"Yea...yea....exactly..ohh thank you nicole thank you thank you!!!" I
turned to her and threw my arms around her, squeezing her tightly in pure
sissy gratitude.
Though to confess, I felt that fear again, the fear of taking this one
step too far, I mean look at me right at this moment!
Then my phone went off - Daddy.
"Are you ready, princess?"
"Yes, Daddy."
Nicole's eyes widened, hearing for the first time my full high sissy slut
voice, the one I only used with Daddy.
"Come on down, black BMW. Jump in the back seat."
"Coming, Daddy." And I hung up.
I looked at Nicole and she stepped right in front of me, and to my
amazement, spoke in a similar, ultra-high femme sissy bimbo cadence,
"I know you're gonna be the bestest fuckslut whore for Daddy, aren't you,
trisha?"
"Yes I am, nicole, the bestest ever!" I replied.
She leaned in and gave me a soft little kiss right on my lips, now
plumped and painted with a light pink blush and soft glitter throughout.
"Let's go!" I exclaimed and got my rolling suitcase, packed with new
outfits, and the duffel bag with the special leather gift that I had
ordered for Daddy.
We scrambled down the flight of stairs in my old Brooklyn building. It
was a rainy early winter day in December, and I was wearing my boy shoes,
button down shirt, and jacket, but everything else was all trisha...from
my hair to my painted toes, the tight denim hugging my ass and the pink
belt, the white fishnets and garter under them, pink panties and bra, the
piercings, and under my boy shirt, my first real girl 'top': a sexy,
tight sweater, off-white and furry soft cutoff above my midriff so Daddy
could see......
As soon as we got downstairs, I saw Daddy's hulking SUV. Nicole raised
her umbrella to cover me and walked me there, and I turned to her before
opening the door.
I didn't have to say anything. Our eyes met and exchanged the gratitude
of two sissies who found each other, and would be friends, maybe forever.
I opened the door and tossed the duffel bag over the seats into the rear,
and the rollie behind Daddy, and slid into the back seat.
I looked up. Daddy was staring at me.
"Who the hell was that?"
"Nicole from the salon Daddy, she...she just did my makeup Daddy."
He looked at me, slightly astonished.
"Angel, you are full of surprises. Let me look at you."
Whew, I thought he was gonna kick me out of the car.
He studied my face, and I saw his eyes darting over my body as I peeled
off my boy jacket and shoes...
He had told me the rules: from the moment I entered his car, I was his
slut: 'All-girl, all-weekend' was the phrase he used.
"You look absolutely beautiful. I wish we didn't have a two hour drive so
I could take you right now."
I seriously thought of peeling off my clothes and begging "Please fuck me
fuck me Daddy!" right here in the back seat, but ohhh we have to wait,
and Daddy is so so good at the waiting part.
"Something for you under the seat there. Why don't you open it first"
My heart jumped and I reached under the passenger seat. There was a
little rectangular box about the size of my hand. I opened the cover, and
inside, sitting in purple velvet was a large, clear acrylic butt plug;
the kind that you can see right up into when its inside.......ohhhh
wow....
There was a single-use lube packet also in the box that said "WET thick."
I stared at it and breathed deeply a few times.
"You know what to do, bitch, so do it."
He pulled into an empty spot so he could watch me.
Ok...he's gonna watch me, I thought....I was nervous, embarrassed, thank
god this thing has tinted windows, I thought.
But then she took over, trisha calmed me and came out and I said to
myself, "Yes, watch me, watch what I do for you, Daddy, how bad I need
this, how much I need you."
Like the whore I was, and still am, I opened my pretty pink belt, and
sensually peeled down the tight distressed denim just to the top of my
thighs. I had to like scooch the panties down side to side, until I could
feel the cool air of the car on my little sissy pussy, already plugged
with my pink jewel.
I made a show of pulling it out, moaning and feeling the stretch of a
slut's little hole knowing I'm giving it all to Daddy, take it Daddy
please please...
It popped out and I squealed, "Ohhhh Daddy."
"Mmmmmmm," he moaned approvingly, watching his owned fucktoy become
herself in his backseat.
I put it into the box and picked up the big acrylic one. It was much
longer, thicker, with a considerably wider base, maybe 2 inches?
I looked up at Daddy staring at me, and I did it...I licked the plug,
slowly, from the bottom to the top, all around, feeling my mouth filling
with spit...then I spat on it, becoming lost in lust for Daddy already...
I noticed him adjusting his pants, yes Daddy yes yes I do it all for you,
Daddy to please you....
Before my spit could drip down the plug, I opened the small lube packet
with my other thumb - god they make them so well now, so convenient, I
thought for a split-second - and let it drip down the plug, holding my
tongue out on my upper lips as I covered the plug in lube..
"Do it, baby," he said through clenched teeth, but in a voice of lust. He
was getting his own private hooker, his whore who will say yes to
anything, and wants to say yes...
I reached the large plug under me, lifting my right cheek off of the
leather seat, and when it reached my already-pink hole, I pushed it in
with a squeal...
"Ohhh fuhhh......"
"Keep going, slut, all the way."
I nodded and pushed it more, but had to pull it out and try again.
"Too big, slut?"
"No, Daddy no..I just have to...I..."
Just fucking say it, trisha, I told myself:
"I just have to....fuck my whore pussy with it for a second Daddy."
"Good girl, there's my little slut. I've been waiting for you, baby."
I stared at him as he drank me in, and I drank him in, scanning each
other's bodies, imagining what we wanted to do together, as I pushed and
pulled and pushed...then: POP...
"Ohhhhh!!!!!" I exclaimed, my mouth open in surprise...I didn't realize
how thick the base was, holding my little hole open without pain really,
but with a bit too much of a stretch...that amazing stretch..omg omg
omg...breathe, breathe..
"Pull your jeans up, and get up here, slut."
I quickly opened my rolling case and pulled out the first pair of heels,
5-inch all-baby pink everything from the platforms to the straps... I
climbed into the front and reached back for the heels, strapping in my
newly French-tipped painted toes in the same shade. I could hardly
believe my own eyes, to be honest...
I fastened the seatbelt and reached into the front pocket of the girly
sweater. Back when we first started chatting, Daddy had sent me some pics
of the look he liked, what he called the 'total package'. Beautiful girls
in tight denim and many of them had big sunglasses on so I got some for
him.
I put them on and turned to look at him, scared of everything and
nothing, my little pussy gently spasming around the large plug held deep
inside me by the tight denim.
He looked at me with the shades on and he nodded approvingly with a sly
smile.
I suddenly remembered what some old girlfriends had done when we had gone
on drives back in my straight life, the way they would hold their bodies
in the car, and most of all...most of all how they would touch me....
My knees together, I ran my hands over my jeans, and reached out my left
hand slowly... Daddy watching me..
I know I'm not allowed to touch his cock without permission, so I gently
put my hand on his thigh, like my girlfriends had done, and got as close
to him as I could, leaning in, just staring at Daddy, his strong arms,
his big hands that will slap me later - if I'm lucky, being obedient and
submissive, my place, everything I am now wrapped up in this one
moment...
"Good girl. It's gonna be a niiiice weekend," he said slowly and drove us
away
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About an hour outside of the city, the traffic really died down and we
were on the open highway heading into the mountains. My pussy had settled
so nicely around the large plug, keeping me on edge and so so horny for
Daddy constantly. He really knew what he was doing, I thought.
Every bump in the road felt like a thrust into my little hole, making my
clitty cry in it's cage, a wet spot at the front of my panties under my
jeans.
We had been driving in near total silence; he had made a few business
calls, and I was a horny mess for him, smelling him in this car, manly
and strong and dominant, and ohh Daddy.
Finally he spoke to me, "Ok, it's time, bitch. I know you've been
waiting. Come get it."
Come get it....ohh wow, oh yes...road head? Is that...except I'm the girl
now...
Yes yes yes yes yes Daddy, I thought.
I reached over, starting to breathe heavily in anticipation, my mouth
watering up...licking my lips as I opened his belt and pants, pulling
down his zipper with a high, "Mmmmmmmm..." and reaching inside his boxers
for my own heaven...
Daddy's cock.
Oh god I've waited almost a month since the hotel, dreaming of it,
needing it, I remember everything Daddy everything.....
I wrapped my soft hand around it's thickness and pulled it out, staring
at it, stroking it slowly now.
"Get on your knees facing me. And talk like the stupid fucking whore you
are," he said sternly, knowing exactly how to command and make me almost
explode with lust.
I whirred my passenger seat as far back as I could and undid the seat
belt, sliding into the footwell, turning around to face Daddy....oh my,
it was so much easier this way...
From this angle, I could see him, towering over me, so masculine and
perfect and Daddy Daddy Daddy....I licked my lips, already almost gasping
for air, wanting him like an olympic marathon runner getting her first
gatorade after 10 miles...
And I took him...I took him into my wet, hungry mouth, the mouth of a
slut pledging her body to her owner, her Daddy.
Tasting Daddy again...ohh Daddy your strong fleshy taste on my dripping
tongue, owning me, I'm in love with it still to this day, I dream about
it, Daddy.....sucking, moaning and pulling off to tell him what I am,
what he is to me, my high sissy voice, begging with wetness and lust.
My eyes closed, face buried on him, I sucked and licked, and worshipped,
pulling off only to breathe and confess everything....I confess to you
and only you Daddy...I accept...
"I'm your cocksucking whore, Daddy."
"I love your big cock so much, Daddy."
"Daddy? Please fuck my face?"
"I need it so bad Daddy."
"Please please let me be your angel Daddy."
"Please Daddy, please fuck my throat please teach me Daddy."
"Feed me Daddy, please feed your dumb slut?"
"I'm a painwhore, Daddy, please use me, Daddy?"
And so much more....after maybe 20 minutes, I had settled into a slow
rhythmic bobbing on his cock, edging him, tasting his first sweet holy
drops....up and down, up and down, moaning softly...
I felt tires on gravel, and the car slowing down. Slowing...slowing, but
I kept going.
Daddy sounded out of breath, and I knew it was me doing it to him:
"Ok babygirl, take that fuckhole off of me. Let's finish inside; we're
here."
I pulled off of him, cockdrunk in the extreme, my head spinning, panting
like a dog.
I pulled myself back up to the seat and was startled to see that we were
in the woods somewhere..
It took a second for my eyes to focus and my mind to come back to
reality.
Daddy had parked in the driveway of an upscale custom modern-style house,
that appeared to be one-story but then I noticed that it was built down a
hill so you walk in at the top floor and there is more underneath.
"Not a soul but us, princess," he said more calmly now as he forced his
hard cock back into his pants.
I didn't want to let him leave the car, not without cumming down my whore
throat, feeding me again, like he did before, like I dream of every day
now...
I nodded and realized there's no going back for me, I can never go back
to my old life....
Please, oh, please make this last.....
--to be continued
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