Taking the Plunge with Daddy Book 2 Part 1
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I had progressed quite a bit in my month of becoming trisha, letting my
desires just 'be' for once instead of running from all the reasons I have
them.
What will happen if I don't fight it this time; will I be healed, freed,
destroyed?...I mean isn't my generation supposed to be open minded and
sex-positive? If someone else told me they were doing this, I wouldn't
judge them like I judge myself.....but I knew there was more to it, at
least with me...
Alone for the first time all day in the master bedroom, I thought about
all of this, about last month at the hotel which was my first time with a
man when fully dressed as a sissy, just letting my inner slut take over
after a few long years of purging, and my desires coming back again and
again, and the depression, oh the depression.
My clothes had started to change as well. Before the hotel date, all my
items, as hot as they were, were bought in a night or two, impulsively,
on those cheap lingerie sites where everything is like single-use.
I had learned so much about 'presentation,' as nicole called it, and how
to be a little more put together for Daddy. I haven't mentioned it,
girls, but I went to college for Art History - not a lot of jobs - so I
took the first boring office thing that came up to get me to Manhattan
and I never left. I felt so guilty for ignoring my love of aesthetics
and beauty, or maybe I was using it differently?
I wasn't sure. But I wouldn't dress in just the cheap stuff anymore.
Maybe once in a while....
I had a special outfit just for this moment.
I unbuttoned the furry sweater, glad that it didn't get too too wet with
my sissy drool during his wonderful, rough facefucking.....oh Daddy....I
looked back dreamily at the door, the taste of his cock still in my
mouth, hearing him moving out there....
My god, I'm losing it over him...
I moved my hand to my neck; it has that feeling again....the feeling of
him inside me, stretching me, filling me.....
I quickly stripped off everything except my cage, plug and piercings,
starting from scratch. I dug through my rolling case, putting away nearly
everything except the heels, all trisha's new clothes, in the dresser
across from the bed.
I wanted to show him, decorate this body, offer it to Daddy, offer him my
smooth skin, my mouth and my pussy and everything, and I wanted him to
see what I did for him, to be with him, to stay with him, to fuck
him....I didn't want to hide it right now under too much clothes, or
nearly anything...
I stepped into the shower just for a a rinse off, super careful not to
completely destroy what's left of my eye work, when I noticed the
elaborate piping under the hot/cold water dial....oh wow...there's like a
full, um...what do I call this, a personal internal cleaning system,
built in here. Wow, this house is really 'fetish'-y, I thought, but it
looks so...normal.
Even though my day's diet had consisted of only some tea this morning,
and Daddy's delicious warm cum that he had so forcefully pumped into my
throat a few minutes ago...oh fuck yes, Daddy, thank you, Daddy.....it
had still been hours, so I took advantage of the gear.
I realized that sissies, and gay bottom sluts I guess, (is that what I
should call them? oh I still have so much to learn, I thought) need to
have a special relationship with their bodies, and especially with their
soft little special place. As the warm water cleaned me, I reflected on
all that I'm putting myself through physically for him....new sensations,
new dreams...all for you Daddy...I'll be good I promise, Daddy, I said to
myself, as I dried off dreaming of him..
My freshly-waxed skin felt alive and sensitive, tingling, warm but most
of all, it felt smooth and vulnerable, like nothing else and being here
with Daddy turned the sensations on high. I plugged myself again with
Daddy's amazing large acrylic gift from the car ride, and blushed,
thinking of asking him to take a picture so I could see right up into me
too...omg get dressed you slut...
I put on a pair of hot-pink silk bikini cut panties with a snap-open
crotch. 'These are not going to last,' I thought as I smoothed them over
my butt and felt them rise deep between my smooth, hairless cheeks,
dreaming of his hands ripping them away from me. I bought them a size
too small just so my butt would hang out, offering my ass to Daddy
to...to beat, and touch, and use, and..see see Daddy how much I need
you....
I took a short quick involuntary breath feeling myself starting to
disassociate, my male and female sides talking to each other but
strangely not fighting for once. I wasn't really telling myself to stop
anymore, sometimes I was close to participating, 'he' was I guess,
reconciling, accepting maybe, finding some truth that we just don't have
when fighting for control and sanity, some love denied us alone
Just go...go with it, go with your feelings for once, it's got to be
better than living that way.
I always avoid mirrors when this happens now, but I caught my eye - her
eye, so pretty and accepting, make-up on that telegraphed only 'yes' - in
the large wall mirror next to the bed.
"It's ok now....I like it, and it's hot," I heard her say with a smile,
in my head...
"Yea, it's really....it's really fucking hot," I answered out loud in my
male voice.
From the dresser, I took out a pair of bright pink vinyl booty shorts,
fetish wear with a thick matching integrated belt, all the same shade of
pink and perfectly tight and lifting my ass up...they felt so amazing,
and sexy and perfect, as I pulled them up and settled them deep between
my cheeks over the panties, pushing the plug into me as far as it would
go...ohh Daddy, I hope you love these....
I had found a shop online that makes denim platform stiletto shoes,
custom sized, and I rush ordered a pair of ankle boots. The design is
modern and smooth with platform high-heels, so super sexy in denim
everywhere with a brass zipper up the back. Small, cute peep-toe cutouts
where I was delighted to see a few of my newly painted pink toes, now
unmistakably those of a sissy whore throwing it all to the wind for her
Daddy... and all the denim pieces stitched carefully with the same grain
direction, except the two-inch platform itself which was a light tan
leather.
Ohhhhh my god...I moaned quietly as I put my feet into them making my
clitty strain in the cage. I was really adopting his denim fetish, I
thought. Wow, Daddy is molding me...
I had decided not to put any regular top on. I wanted to emphasize the
body changes that I was making for him, and this would do it. I know he
appreciates everything because he's been so nice telling me, but I know
eventually if we are going to stay together, I have to be proud of the
changes, and do them for him and for both of us...
And that's what I was going to do tonight.
Standing in the ankle boots and booty shorts, I opened an inner
compartment of the rolling bag's cover and took out a small jewelry box.
From it I pulled what looked like messy strands of a large silver spider
web, glistening in the dew.
I turned the delicate chains over and over trying to find the top or
bottom and then...there that's it...around my lower neck, lying close to
my shoulders, I fastened the intricate choker design of chains. From it
hung a small pink rhinestone heart in the center of my chest but just
under my neck. It matched the twinkling pink hearts encircling my
nipples. From the central heart ran five separate silver chains: two
were for each nipple piercing, and one long chain that ran to my
bellybutton. I attached them all with tiny little hooks...
I was going to prove it to Daddy, and to myself, one way or another.
I sat down in the bathroom to freshen up my face and hair, which I hadn't
cut in over 3 months except for nicole's styling today and it was growing
out into so many femme possibilities...Daddy had given me permission to
style it now but told me to bring my wigs too...I so want to give him my
real hair to grab hard, like he did before....the wigs can wait...
I styled myself just the way I had been practicing, blowing out my hair,
curling the ends, and wow, that conditioner and volumizer really work! No
one tells guys about these things, I thought.....
When I was ready, I squirted a few blasts of a delicate perfume into the
air and walked through the cloud of scent, my denim heels strutting and
clopping like a high-end escort about to make her first $10,000 score...I
looked at myself in the mirror...she was being made real before me...
I left the bathroom and almost panicked thinking I hadn't yet seen the
most important piece, then I remembered I zipped it in the front of the
carry-on, in a pocket that could only hold this one folded item, so it
stayed flat.
I had gone thrifting and thrifting all over Brooklyn and downtown and
couldn't find it until I saw one in a window in the garment district.
Wait...they are making these now? I had to bribe the wholesaler for one,
just one one please, how much do you want?
He slipped it to me and said 'don't come back, here's my son's shop,
retail' and put a card in the jacket pocket.
It was a girls' cutoff jean jacket, only three buttons instead of the
usual 5 or 6, baring my entire midriff easily. I had decided to wear it
with no top underneath so my waxed skin, my body, the chains, would be
vulnerable and exposed just like my legs in the ankle boots.
I closed my eyes and pulled my arms and shoulders into it, wrapping it
around me like Daddy's arms...I could feel his lust, his power, his love,
his hand teaching me, guiding me, using me, breaking me and healing
me....Daddy, please....
I shook out my hair and swallowed nervously. Anything could happen
tonight, and it's almost certainly going to involve my tears and Daddy's
sweet pain upon this body and ohh fuck yes I accept Daddy I accept....and
once he sees me in this....I hope he likes it...
I stood before the bedroom mirror, turning and letting the pretty little
network of chains shine in the amber light. And finally, I painted my
lips pink to match my booty shorts....Oh Daddy fucking look at this slut,
look what she does for you Daddy for your love, for your pain...
I strutted out slowly when I felt a different mindset than I had known
when exploring my sissy kink - if this is even a kink anymore. I wasn't
male or female or anything suddenly, I was just me, and I didn't have any
judgements about myself good or bad to make, I just - was, I was was was,
being present 'in the moment' as they say.... And I felt happy for
once.....omg...am I happy now, I asked myself as I approached him...
He had made a plate of hard cheese and grapes and was nibbling looking at
his business phone, two glasses of Prosecco bubbling patiently as he sat
at the marble kitchen island. He had started the fireplace, giving the
living room a beautiful flickering glow and woody scent...I just stared
at him for a minute....
Daddy.
I've waited for you for so long.
I know this is all amazing kinky fun and games and yes I'm going there
with you, but it's becoming more now; it's already more. 'Bitch, don't
you fucking cry' , I told myself...give yourself to him, trisha, give him
all of me...He looked up and saw me standing, gazing at him from the
bedroom door.
He froze, his eyes moving over me quickly a few times as he noticed what
I was wearing, then slowly, then so so much slower...I didn't wait for a
response, but strutted to him, and started turning slowly, raising my
hands over my head, then holding opening the cutoff jean jacket, showing
him my new completely smooth skin, the two heart piercings ringing my
nipples in pink rhinestones and the pretty, girly chains connecting them
to my neck and belly button flower. I turned again to show him the tight
pink shorts gripping my ass, pulling it even higher than the lift from
the platform denim high heels, my legs totally bare and long and smooth
from my ankle to my ass cheeks, just like my dream
I saw a look on Daddy's face for the first time; I think it was pride.
Pride in me, in what he was creating, and what I needed to become, what I
wanted to be for him, what he had done to me, and how I was embracing his
fetishes as he had embraced mine. To him, they meant 'I am his'; to me
they meant 'Daddy,' and he saw that, he saw how much I could give......
I turned slowly a few more times, pushing my ass out sensually now,
showing him his work, his property, his eyes inspecting me with growing
lust, and mine watching him for any cues of his approval. He was silent
for a minute, just staring at me, then he stepped close, and then..
His hands...he was exploring me, then against me, putting his rough palms
all over my newly hairless skin, my legs, my ass...'Daddy owns me,' i
repeated in my head over and over, his demanding fingers squeezing my
ass, mostly bare and porcelain-smooth in the fetish pink shorts, the
warmth of his big chest then against me...Daddy Daddy please....Then
toying with my piercings and chains, caressing, and then flicking them,
fingers under the long lines of silver links and around them, tugging at
them slightly....
"All this in a month" he said softly when he was behind me, starting to
plant strange soft kisses on my ears and cheek and neck....
I was breathing deeply, my adrenalin spiking from his soft bites stinging
my neck again and again, and Daddy's breath so close to me...my eyes
rolling back in my head from his tender lips on rough with his trimmed
beard, kissing my cheek, my ear from behind me...ohh Daddy fuck...I'm
yours dammit take me again now now, I thought, as I pushed my ass out
wanting to grind against him, offer it to him over and over, I was so so
horny from all day dreaming of him, already with his cum inside me, his
cock in my mouth for so long...that cock, oh please, please Daddy....
He was so turned on, I could hear it in his low rumbling voice in my ear,
trying to control his aggression and not just rape me on the kitchen
counter although that would have been completely fine with me...the denim
is working...
"Princess, I want you to wear something special for me."
I nodded yes yes yes, thinking anything Daddy yes...
"On the counter there, in the pouch," he directed me.
I focused my eyes out of dreamland sissy lust in Daddy's arms and looked
down. Between the champagne flutes was a black velvet pouch about the
size of a small purse. I picked it up, curiously glancing back at Daddy,
and back to it. Onto the counter, fell a baby pink heavy leather bondage
collar, with a brass padlock, the keys still in it. Omg did I tell him
about that? I don't remember doing that...
But I knew what I had to do, the most most obedient thing...
I picked up the collar, and turned from his embrace, to face him, taking
a step back..
Unlocking it, I handed him the keys and the brass padlock, and pulled the
strap from the buckle.
I opened the gorgeous heavy-duty collar, which gave off such hot mixed
signals with it's promise of total obedience plus the sweet baby pink
leather that almost matched my sissy toes and omg....am I ready...yes I'm
so ready for this, I thought silently.
With both hands raised in front of me holding the opened collar, I
offered it to him to put on me.
Daddy grinned, the biggest smile I had ever seen on him yet which was
still maybe a half-grin. He let me raise my styled, but still too-short
hair well off my neck and I lowered my head for him.
I felt the leather and Daddy's busy fingers, touching me in such a
vulnerable spot, him over me, protecting me, and using me, taking
possession of me. And i offer it, Daddy...I need you...
He pulled the strap tight, and I felt it going into the buckle. Around,
his hands came and he followed with the strap to the metal D ring that
went through one of the slits in the strap, and he placed the lock there
and locked it and took out the keys, locking me in for the
weekend...maybe forever, Daddy...
And I let my hair fall, and raised my head.
We stared at each other.
And stared and stared, drinking in the other's body, thinking about all
the possibilities. I knew that I wasn't supposed to speak but I wanted to
so bad. I had to, and he saw it in my eyes.
"Yes, angel?" he asked slowly... I could hear the lust in his voice. It
was in mine too now.
"I'm yours, Daddy."
"I know you are, princess," he said without a trace of doubt in his
voice.
Daddy picked up the two glasses of Prosecco and handed me one and we
began something, our own little ritual, that we do to this day.
We drank and looked right at each other, in total silence, turning each
other on just by knowing what's coming.
We had done this at the hotel kinda by accident, but then we did it on
FaceTime and now here. I mean we both like to drink a little so it helps
that one of us isn't falling over after a sip. Now it's a part of our
life together, especially before a serious fuck with no end time in
sight...
But I wasn't thinking about all that; I knew that when we finished this
glass, it's on.
I had waited so long for the courage to try even a fraction of this
experience, and now I'm all in, from my painted toes to my curled
lashes....ohhh take me Daddy, use me, rape me, fuck me, teach me...
Almost done with the glass...one more sip....
--to be continued
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