Chapter One
Marcy carefully places the pan of lasagna into the oven and turns it on low, just enough to keep it warm while she waits for Him to get home from work. The table is set perfectly - salad tossed and waiting in the refrigerator, garlic bread buttered and spiced, ready to be warmed, wine bottle opened and breathing, goblets polished to a fine shine.
She quickly disappears into the bathroom for a last check of her appearance in the mirror. Running a brush through her long dark hair, she debates putting it up in a twist. Pulling it up, she looks at herself from every angle, wrinkles her nose, and lets the soft tresses fall gently down her back. She flips her hair quickly forward and then flings it back, fluffing it up and letting it settle. Moving closer to the mirror, she examines her make-up. Pursing her lips, she decides it hasn't changed much since she last checked it.
A loud noise outside startles her, and she rushes to the window in hopes of seeing His return. A low sigh escapes her lips as her shoulders drop in disappointment. She sits down gently in the recliner, recalling how she came to this point in her life.
It was 1999, and she had been divorced for several years. That's when she met Brandon. He was tall, a few years older than she, but He'd obviously taken good care of Himself. The first time T/they got intimate was good, but nothing unique or adventurous. However, she recalls, as time went on, He became more and more demanding, exhibiting more controlling behavior, and speaking quite gruffly to her at times. She remembers how surprised she was that this behavior excited her so much. One evening, He became quite aggressive.
"Drop to your knees," He said as He walked in the door. "I wanna fuck MY sweet mouth."
She was so excited knowing that she was doing exactly what He wanted her to do, exactly what would bring Him the most pleasure at that precise moment. She dropped to her knees. Looking up at Him, she opened and lowered His pants, exposing His semi-hard cock. As she began to gently lick and kiss it, she felt His hand on the back of her head, shoving her mouth completely over His cock. She could feel it growing inside of her. His moans told her it was just what He needed. She held Him deep in her throat, while her tongue played over the length of His cock, tasting every inch.
He looked down at her and said, "That's right, suck My hard cock you slut. You know you're My slut, don't you?" She nodded gently, moaning onto His cock. "You know that soft mouth, that hot pussy, and that tight ass are all Mine, don't you?" She nodded, beginning to squirm in her excitement. "And I can have them anytime I want, anywhere I want, and in any way I want. Isn't that right, slut?"
She tried to pull off of His cock to answer Him, but He slammed her head back against Him, pressing her face hard against His pubic hair. She gagged slightly, and then resumed her tongue's caress of His hardness buried deep in her throat. He held her head still, and began sliding His cock in and out of her mouth, slowly at first, then increasing in speed. She tried to keep her tongue moving, then finally gave up, and allowed Him to make all of the movement. He fucked her face hard and fast, pulling out just in time to shoot His seed over her lips and cheeks. She felt it splash hot and hard against her skin, tasting it as it landed on her tongue, and feeling it drip off of her chin. She recalled how loved she felt as He caressed her hair and told her what a good little slut she was.
Chapter Two
The sound of the car door brings her back from her memories. She positions herself at the front door, waiting for Him to enter, giving her hair a quick fluffing, and her sundress a quick smoothing. She knows that the stark whiteness of the soft cotton fabric accentuates her well-tanned skin and her dark facial features. She lightly runs her tongue over her lips to give them a delicate sheen and places her hands behind her arched back, knowing this is how He likes to see her present herself.
The door opens, and Kevin steps in. She feels her heart flutter at the sight of Him. Tall and handsome, His body is kept in good shape from the hours He spends hiking, skiing, and from the physical labor He performs on the job each day. He sets down His lunchbox and sees her standing there. She can see the adoration in His eyes as he admires her appearance. He leans in to kiss her, careful not to get her white dress dirty from the grit of work. She moans softly at the feel of His lips on hers, a feeling she craves all day while He's gone. Now that He's home she feels complete again.
"I love you, baby," He says.
She smiles and responds, "I love You too, Daddy."
As He heads for the shower, she quickly places the garlic bread into the oven to warm it and then follows Him to the bathroom. He is already in the shower, the mirror fogged over from the hot moisture. She slides open the door from the back and stands on the side of the tub, reaching for the shampoo. He smiles to see her there, and moves closer so she can reach His head. She places a small amount of the thick blue liquid onto the palm of her hand, closes the lid with the other hand, and places it back into the caddy. She rubs her hands quickly together, and then places both hands in His hair, gently massaging His scalp as the lather thickens and removes the grime of His day's labors. As He steps back into the stream of water, she admires His body, glistening with moisture, muscles rippling, and feels a twitch deep inside. She sighs, knowing how blessed she is to belong to Him. He disturbs her quiet meditation with a quick plop of lather on the tip of her nose. She giggles, almost falling into the shower.
"Careful baby," He chuckles.
She quickly sticks her tongue out at Him, and hops down off the side of the shower, closing the door.
When He steps out of the shower, she has everything prepared to shave Him. He wraps a towel around His waist, closes the lid, and sits on the stool. She straddles His lap, and begins to lather up His face. When His face is totally covered with shaving cream, He kisses her, hard, smearing the foam all over her face. He then sits back, chuckling, looking very proud of His prank. Giggling, she retaliates by blobbing a little on His bare nipples. He wipes it off, cleans the shaving cream off of her face, and gives her a warm hug. She proceeds to gently glide the razor over His face, removing all unwanted hair, and perfectly shaping His goatee.
She applies a warm washcloth to remove all of the remaining foam, and announces, "It's smooth as a baby's butt."
He tickles her ribs a little, "Hop up baby, I can smell dinner".
She runs to the kitchen before the garlic bread burns.
Chapter Three
She pulls the garlic bread out of the oven just in time, steam rising off of it, and places it into a basket, wrapped in a tea-cloth. She cuts through the gooey, cheesy lasagna, placing the hot, layered creation carefully onto T/their plates. As she works to serve up the salad, her mind again wanders to a time not really so long ago.
She was invited to a party at the home of a colleague. She really didn't know very many of the attendees, but she entered one room, and there was a distinguished looking man, who seemed to be quite the center of attention. He was not that attractive, but He carried Himself with a strong sense of self-confidence, and seemed to be charming the many ladies who clambered to gain His attention. She became intrigued, and decided to find out just what His appeal was. She made her way to where He was standing, and joined into the conversation. She discovered that His name was Trenton, and she found him to have a pleasant demeanor, a quick wit, and a quiet intelligence. She spent the remainder of the evening talking with Him.
As the evening progressed, and T/they began to exchange more personal information about each O/other, He revealed that He was a Dom. Remembering her experiences with Brandon, she was very inquisitive, flooding Him with questions. He eagerly answered them all, and asked for Her e-mail address, so that He could send her the links to some sites that might give her some great insight. He also took her phone number, so that T/they could see each O/other again.
The following day, she received an e-mail from Him, with several links. She read through these sites, and was amazed at what she found. These people were describing exactly the kind of relationship she wanted, exactly what she was looking for. She now knew that she wanted, no, needed a Daddy/Dom to complete her.
A few days later, T/they met for coffee, and He asked her a few questions about herself.
"Do you see yourself as a responsible woman, able to take care of daily necessary tasks?" He Asked.
She wasn't quite sure what the purpose of that question was, but she answered truthfully. "Yes, I am a responsible woman."
She was somewhat concerned that He would tell Her she was not submissive if she could be responsible for herself.
But, He just nodded, and continued to His next question. "Do you see yourself as needing to be cuddled and held sometimes, just loved and spoiled?"
She nodded, "Yes, I really do like that sometimes."
Now she feared He would think she was unsure of what kind of person she was.
But, again, He just nodded, and went on to a third question. "Do you consider yourself to be playful? Playing harmless pranks and just generally being kind of ornery?"
She giggled a little to herself, but admitted, "Yes, I like to be playful and ornery, mischievous at times." Now she was really worried. "He probably thinks I'm schizophrenic," she thought to herself.
But, He just chuckled, and asked His fourth question. "Do you consider yourself to be a submissive? Willing to relinquish control to another who would have only your best interests at heart?"
After the research she had done, she had to admit that yes, she wanted that desperately. She looked down, and only nodded.
Then He asked her one more question. "Do you think all of these different personas that you possess make you crazy in some way? That they cannot possibly coexist in one sane human being?"
"Ok," she thought, "here's where He's going to tell me I'm crazy." Her expression must have tickled Him, because He burst out laughing.
"Don't be alarmed, little one. The existence of all four of those personas simply confirms my suspicions. You are a brat/babygirl, a very special breed of submissive. One that requires a very special breed of Dom, a Daddy/Dom."
"Hey baby, something smells good in here." His voice brings her back to the present.
She turns to Him, and smiles with pleasure and pride at her good fortune in finding her own very special Daddy/Dom. "It's all ready Daddy, I hope You are hungry."
Chapter Four
She smiles, and motions for Him to sit. He lights the long, baby blue tapers in the crystal holders as she dims the harsh overhead light. The flames flicker, causing the light to dance over the elegantly set table. She presents Him with the bottle of wine, and anxiously watches as He pours the sweet, red liquid into His goblet. She barely breathes as He takes His first sip. She prays He will approve of her choice. He allows the liquid to roll around on His tongue, and then swallows. She breathes a proud sigh of relief as He smiles and fills her glass.
"Very nice wine baby, I'm quite proud of your selection."
She beams, knowing she has pleased Him.
She sits, keeping her hands in her lap until He begins to eat. He eagerly cuts into His lasagna, and places the morsel into His mouth.
"Mmmm, very good baby."
She smiles, and begins to eat. She passes Him the garlic bread, and watches as He eats heartily. He is always hungry after a hard day's work. She is so proud to be His, and so proud of all that He does.
"How was your day, baby?" He asks.
She smiles. "It was a good day, Daddy. I did some research online, and did a little shopping." She giggles softly, knowing she will surprise Him with her purchase later.
"Another shopping spree?" He asks, brow cocked.
"No Daddy, I only bought one thing. I think You will approve." She knew He would tease Her, but in reality, He loves her little shopping sprees.
T/their banter continues throughout dinner. He tells her about work, and the little pranks between the men with whom He works. She tells Him about her expedition to the mall. T/they laugh, enjoying the opportunity to share T/their stories. She ponders how comforting it feels to have Him here to listen to her ramblings, and how eager she is to hear His. It is as if the two of T/them have the need to merge T/their separate experiences to maintain their sense of being O/one. She feels such love for Him, and revels in the love she feels from Him.
"That was an excellent meal, my love," He says.
She smiles, satisfied in her success. Pleasing Him is the most important part of her existence. "Thank You, Daddy."
Chapter Five
She begins to clear the dishes from the table, and as she is rinsing and stacking them for washing, she feels His arms slip around her waist from behind. His breath feels hot on her neck. She shivers slightly as His lips find that perfect spot right below her left ear. His right hand slides up to cup her left breast, and give it a firm squeeze.
"I'm going to check My e-mail. Be done with these dishes before I finish, and join Me. I want to see your new purchases."
Her breath quickens. "Yes, Sir," is all she can say. She knows she is His, and must do exactly as He requires. As He slips away, she remembers the first time she felt such total submission.
She and Trenton had been having an argument. Hell, you couldn't even really call it an argument. It was more like a playful exchange. At least it was to her. With no warning, Trenton ran His hand up the back of her head, locked His fingers in her hair, and firmly pulled her head back. She remembers physically feeling her will leave her body. She could no longer argue. She could no longer disagree with Him about anything. All that existed was Him and His voice, His needs, His desires. At that moment, she knew she was completely under His control. She had gone deep into what she later learned was "sub space". There were no signs of a responsible woman, baby girl, and especially not a brat. All she could say was "Yes, Sir".
How free she had felt at that moment. She didn't have to think. She didn't have to plan. Her only responsibility was to please Him, to listen to His voice, feel His wants, needs, and desires, and do whatever it took to meet them. Even after He released her, she was in a sort of trance for well over an hour. She was so amazed by that experience, that total surrender. She hadn't known she had it in her.
As she puts the lid on the salad bowl, and places it into the refrigerator, she realizes she should hurry if she is going to be ready for Him when He finishes His e-mail. She double checks that everything is taken care of, quickly wipes up a small puddle of water from the counter, and scurries off to the bedroom to change.
Chapter Six
She peeks into the den, and sees Him reading something on the internet. She watches as He snaps His head from side to side, popping His neck. She cringes slightly at the sound, but she knows it relieves the tension in His neck, and helps Him to relax. She fights the urge to sneak up behind Him and plant a warm kiss on the back of His neck. She knows she should hurry to be prepared when He is ready for her.
She rushes into the bedroom and removes the Victoria's Secret bag from her dresser drawer. She loves getting new lingerie. And she really loves how much it pleases Him to see her in it. She smiles as she pulls the garment from the bag. She shakes the fabric loose, and watches it softly fall into place. The bright red, satin ribbons starkly accent the sheer black lace of the baby doll top. The matching red satin thong falls free, landing on the bed.
She contemplates donning stockings and garters, but chooses instead to show off the deepening tan of her own lean legs. She removes the sundress, and returns it to a hanger in the closet. She admires her body in the mirror. Pushing her breasts up a little, she wishes they were just a bit perkier. But, at 40, she figures they're not too bad. She giggles. He seems to like them.
She removes the tag from the thong, and slips her left foot in through the soft fabric. The right foot follows, and she pulls the garment up over her hips. The small triangle of fabric barely covers her mound, and she is glad that she had shaved this morning. This would never be able to hide pubic hair. The feel of the satin between the cheeks of her ass is mildly erotic, providing slight sensations of pleasure to heighten her already sensual mood.
She runs her hands down her flat tummy and over her mound, feeling the heat beginning to rise. She quickly removes her hands, not wanting to moisten the fabric before Kevin even gets to see it. She slips the baby doll over her head, and allows it to fall gently down her body, the thin straps landing softly on her shoulder. The lace against her nipples causes them to harden immediately, a fact that cannot be hidden behind the sheerness of the cloth. She loves the little swooping gathers around the bottom hem, accentuated by the bright red satin ribbons. She brushes through her hair, letting it fall gently down her back and over her shoulders and chest. She practices a sexy smile, gives herself a wink, and heads off to the den to see if He is ready for her. She hopes so, because she is feeling very ready for Him.
Chapter Seven
She peeks in, keeping herself hidden behind the doorframe. He is still reading e-mail, unaware of her presence. This time though, she does enter the room, stopping about two feet behind Him. She waits for Him to sense her nearness.
Without turning, He says, "I'm almost done, baby. Stay right there."
She stands patiently, watching as He finishes responding to the electronic letter. She places her hands behind her back, pressing her chest out slightly. She gently bites her lower lip, nervously awaiting His reaction to her appearance.
He finishes that correspondence, and when He turns, it is easy to see His pleasure. A quick grin adorns His face, but is quickly replaced by a neutral stare. He motions for her to turn around. She slowly turns, allowing Him to admire her from all angles. He holds His hand out to her, and when she takes it, He silently guides her to lie across His lap.
Her mind starts racing. Had she done something wrong? Had she displeased Him in some way? She remembered the first time she had received a spanking as a punishment. Trenton had found out about a prank she had pulled on a friend, and He thought it had been a sign of disrespect. He concluded that she needed a spanking as punishment for her behavior.
He told her that this was not going to be pleasant. "This will be nothing like the erotic spankings you like so much."
He raised His hand and brought it down hard on her left ass check. He did not rub it or smooth out the sting, but just continued to swat her ass, alternating between right and left cheeks. She could feel the heat rising in her skin. She kept waiting to feel Him harden beneath her, but He never did. He just continued to spank her reddening bottom, bringing her to tears. When He finished, He told her to stand, and then He pulled her up to sit in His lap.
She did not get the cuddling and groping and caressing that she so wanted at that time. He held her, but continued to chastise her for her behavior. He made it clear to her that it was not pleasant for Him either.
"I do not enjoy spanking you for punishment. It is not erotic, it is not fun, it is not pleasurable. But you left me no choice, little one."
She whimpered. Knowing that she disappointed Him so much was a far deeper pain than the spanking she had received.
Kevin begins to gently caress her ass cheeks, and she gently sighs, comforted in knowing this is not a punishment. She wiggles gently in His lap, anticipating the erotic pain she is about to receive.
Chapter Eight
He brings His hand down hard upon her left cheek, and then quickly follows with a swat to the right. She jumps with delight at the sting, enjoying the feel of His hand tenderly caressing her cheeks. She feels His finger slip between her cheeks, pushing the thin fabric aside, and playing gently across her tight little rose bud. She moans softly, and allows her legs to spread a little to increase her accessibility to His hand.
Again, His hand leaves her skin, and smacks down hard upon her left, then right, ass cheeks. She squeals out with pleasure at the warm, sharp pain against her skin. He again caresses her cheeks, and slips His hand quickly between her legs, feeling her warm moisture. He pushes the triangle of fabric out of the way. His fingers slide between her lips, finding her hardened clit. He flicks it quickly and then without warning, He plants two firm swats onto her ass with a resounding slap that echoes throughout the room. She can feel the heat rising from her skin.
His finger finds the opening to her pussy, and He dips two fingers quickly inside, soaking them with her juices, and then slides His middle finger back up to her puckered little asshole. He runs His finger around that bud, and pokes just the tip inside. She gasps, and squeals. He slides His finger in and out of her tight rear hole, wiggling it, and lubricating it with her juices.
His other hand slides up her back and locks into her hair, pulling it back hard and causing her to gasp. At the same time, He pops His finger out of her ass, and brings His hand down fast and hard on both cheeks, two swats on each side. The sting is getting stronger, as she begins to whimper slightly at the pleasurable pain. He quickly reaches between her legs and slams three fingers deep inside her pussy. He pumps her hard and fast, as her juices begin to run down her leg. She moans loudly, afraid she might cum if this continues.
"My goodness baby, you are very wet," He says.
"Yes Sir, I am very wet for You," she replies.
"Do you want to cum now?" He asks.
"Oh yes Daddy, may I please cum for You, Sir?" She begs. "Please?"
"Ok baby, cum for me. Cum for Daddy right now."
She let out a moaning yell, her body shaking in pleasure as she releases her tension, cum covering His hand. He slows His pumping, each movement causing another wave of pleasure. She feels Him slide His fingers out of her pussy, and back up to caress her ass cheeks.
He slides her off of His lap, and pulls her face to His hard, throbbing cock. He quickly releases it from His pants, and places it into her warm awaiting mouth. She closes her lips around Him, and sucks Him deep into her throat. With the excitement of the spanking He just administered combined with her sounds of obvious pleasure, and the feel of her warm mouth, it does not take long before she feels her mouth filled with His hot cum. She swallows as quickly as she can, not wanting to lose any of His precious seed. She looks up into His eyes, and sees the love and pleasure displayed upon His face. She cleans off His cock and then lovingly lays her head on His lap, hugging His legs, and feeling the love T/they share.
Chapter Nine
She feels His hands gently caressing her hair. She feels so completely owned, possessed, by Him. She knows she is His. She feels at ease kneeling at His feet. She knows He will take care of her, love her, and nurture her. She adores Him. She loves Him with everything she is.
Her mind goes back to the first time she knelt before a man. She had been discussing submissiveness with Trenton, and He had told her about the proper way for a slave to kneel to offer her submission. A couple of days later, she felt the need to try it.
She approached Him, as He sat on the sofa in His living room. When she was only about two feet away, she dropped her eyes. She then dropped to her knees before Him, resting her ass on her heels. She parted her knees wide, and laid her hands, palms up, onto her upper thighs. She kept her eyes lowered, half out of respect and half out of fear of seeing the expression in His eyes. She was nervous about whether she had presented herself correctly. He reached out and lifted her chin, raising her eyes to meet His. She saw the pride in His face, and she felt such a sense of pride in herself for presenting herself correctly, and for pleasing Him.
He stood up from His sofa, took her hand, and raised her to her feet. He lifted her in His arms, and carried her off to the bedroom. There, He laid her gently on the bed, and pulled the covers up over her.
He then climbed into bed next to her, kissed her on the forehead, and whispered, "I am quite honored by your submission little one, but I am very tired, and tonight I need to get some sleep."
He turned out the light, and rolled over to go to sleep. She laid there in the darkness, feeling empty and discarded. A tear slowly slid down her cheek. She felt confused and lost. This was not what she had expected. It was not what she had wanted, not what she had needed. She really needed Him. She needed to confirm her submission to Him. She needed to know that He was pleased with her. She knew of no better way to make these needs known, yet she had been dismissed.
"I love you, baby," He says, His voice bringing her back fully to the present.
She looks up at Him. "I love You too, Daddy." She smiles, and relishes the love that radiates from His eyes.
She feels her smile spread throughout her body. He makes her so happy. She can only hope that she makes Him half as happy as He makes her.
Chapter Ten
He pulls her up into His lap, caressing her face, nibbling her ears, and planting little kisses all over her face. The baby girl in her loves this cuddle time. It is when she feels the most safe and secure. She returns His little kisses, and T/their hands began to wander, caressing and exploring.
She feels His fingers on her chin, lifting her face to meet His stare. He brings His lips in close and gently brushes them on hers. He then pulls back, staring deep into her eyes.
"I love you so much, Marcy," He says.
"I love You too, Kevin."
She feels His urgency as He presses His lips to hers hard, His tongue parting her lips and snaking into her warm mouth. Her tongue meets His in a frantic dance, as T/they press T/their bodies closer together.
Suddenly, He pulls away from her, helps her off of His lap, and stands. He takes her by the hand, and leads her to the bedroom. She wonders what excitement He has in store for T/them. In the bedroom, He lets go of her hand, and tells her to stand very still. She stares at Him as He steps back to admire her body. She can tell He approves of her new outfit. He smiles, and lifts the baby doll off, fully exposing her breasts. She moans softly as His hands give each breast a gentle squeeze. He then gives a tender kiss to each nipple.
Enjoying the kisses, she barely notices His fingers slide into the waistband of her thong. He slowly lowers it, then lifts first her right leg to slide it off, then the left. He lays the garment on the bed. She feels His hands slide back up the sides of her legs, her hips, her sides, to the sides of her breasts.
He stares into her eyes. "I ought to take you right now. But I'm not. I have bigger plans for you this evening."
Her eyes widen, wondering what His plans are. He moves over to the drawer beside the bed. She tries to see what He is doing, but He seems to be intentionally blocking her view with His body. When He returns, His hands are empty.
She sighs. "Whatever He was getting, He must have stuck it in His pocket," she thinks.
He again reaches for her breasts with both hands. She can feel His palms against her nipples as His fingers knead her flesh. He slides His fingers across her skin until her nipples are tight between His fingers. He pinches and rolls them between His thumb and index finger as she feels them harden. He pinches harder, causing her to gasp. A moan escapes her lips as He pulls on them sharply, and releases, letting them bounce back. Glancing down, she can see that her nipples are quite erect from the attention He has been giving them.
She sees Him slide His hand into His pocket.
"I knew it," she thinks to herself.
When He brings His hand out, she can see the beautiful nipple clamps, weighted with opals, that He had bought her for Christmas last year. She smiles. As He places them onto her nipple, she feels them tighten. But then He stops.
"He usually makes them much tighter," she thinks to herself.
But He does not tighten them any more. They are just tight enough to keep her nipples erect, but not tight enough to cause the exquisite pain/pleasure He usually provides by using them.
He steps back, admiring His work, and suddenly, He reaches out and gives each nipple a quick flick. She gasps, and then notices the smirk of self-satisfaction on His face.
"What is He up to?" she wonders.
He reaches into His other pocket, and pulls out what appears to be a thong. He lifts her right leg, sliding it into the fabric, and then lifts the left leg for the other side. As He is raising it up her legs, she realizes that this thong is equipped with a butterfly. He positions it directly on her clit, then steps back and reaches into His pocket. She jumps and moans as He turns it on, allows it to run just a moment, vibrating on her clit, and turns it off again. She sees Him smile with satisfaction as He moves towards her closet.
Chapter Eleven
As He rummages through her closet, her mind drifts back to the last time she saw Trenton. He had been packing for a seminar. She was sitting on the bed, trying to talk to Him. T/their conversation had been short and unsatisfying. He finished His packing, and left, with barely a kiss goodbye.
This should not have surprised her. He had not made love to her in over a week. She knew T/they needed to talk about it. But, it could wait until He got back. She knew He would call when He got to the hotel. It was about an 8-hour drive, so she figured she'd hear from Him by dinnertime.
The night went on, and He did not call. She tried to call Him at the hotel, but was told He was not available. She decided He must have gone out, so she went to bed. The next day when He didn't call, she tried again to reach Him, but again was unsuccessful. She began to worry, so she called His friend Tim. Tim called the hotel, and Trenton answered, assured Him that He was fine, and said that He was getting ready to go to bed. Tim's call reassured her, but also raised more questions. She tried again to call, but was told He was unavailable.
Now that she knew He was okay, her anger began to boil. He'd probably been there every time she had tried to call. She'd had enough. Over the course of the past couple of weeks, she had begun to notice more and more how arrogant and unyielding He was. And now this? She made up her mind that when He returned, she was going to ask for her release. Her needs were not being met.
On Monday afternoon, she got a letter in the mail. It was from Him, so she eagerly opened it. She could not believe what she was reading. He was releasing her! He claimed that she lacked respect, and would never make a good submissive because she was too strong willed. She kept requiring things of Him that He was not willing to give.
She remembers being more angry than upset. But, at least it was over. She knew it was for the best. T/they were obviously not right for each O/other, and now she was free to find the One who was right for her.
She smiles, watching Kevin pull clothing out of her closet. She knows that is exactly what happened. She feels so blessed to have found the One who so totally completes her.
Chapter Twelve
He pulls out two garments, and lays them on the bed. He moves to her, looking deep into her eyes.
"I want you to put these on, along with your black stilettos. Nothing else. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," she replies.
"Good girl." He kisses her nose, and walks out of the room.
She looks at the clothing on the bed - a baby blue silk blouse, and a short denim skirt. She slips the blouse over her shoulders, and begins to button it. The fabric is cool and smooth, feeling quite sensual against her skin. She glances in the mirror and notices how it clings to her body, her erect nipples so obvious beneath the cloth.
She ponders putting on a bra, but He specifically said "nothing else", so she does not. She slips the skirt up her legs, carefully tucking the blouse into the waistband. She zips the side, and notices how tightly it clings to her hips. She must remember not to bend over, and she will have to sit very carefully tonight, as it is also very short.
She finds her stilettos, the ones she knows He likes. The heels are 6 inches, and they help to bridge the gap in their height difference. But, she knows, it is not the height He likes about them, it is the way they make the muscles in her calves stand out.
She checks herself in the mirror, brushes through her hair, applies a little lip gloss, and decides she is ready to present herself to Him.
The fabric of the blouse rustles as she walks, supplying constant stimulation to her nipples. When she reaches the living room, she sees Him watching the weather report on TV, probably to see what to expect for work next week.
She moves through the doorway. "Daddy?" she questions.
He doesn't turn. "Yes, baby?" He replies.
"I'm ready, Daddy. I have dressed as You requested."
"Good girl", He says. He turns to look at her. "You look beautiful, baby."
She smiles. "Thank You, Daddy."
Chapter Thirteen
She loves knowing that He finds her appealing. He takes her by the hand, and leads her to the car. She asks where T/they are going, and He tells her she will have to wait. He turns on the radio, and the music fills the enclosure of the car. She smiles, recognizing this tune.
She had attended a small gathering with friends. Kevin had been there. T/they spoke in passing, but had not had any real conversations during the evening. An open microphone was set up, and P/people began playing music and singing. When this song started, Kevin had asked her to dance.
As the music played, T/they pressed T/their bodies together, feeling the music, and swaying to the beat. She raised her hands above her head, lengthening and slenderizing her body, and He ran His hands up her sides, gently brushing the sides of her breasts. He moved behind her, and pressed Himself against her back. She reached behind her, and wrapped her arms around the back of His neck. His hands roamed down her tummy, caressing her torso as she pressed back against Him hard, swaying to the beat of the music.
She turned around, finding herself pressed firmly against His firm body. He held her by the hips as she shimmied and leaned back, pressing harder against His pelvis. She could feel Him growing hard from the sensations she was providing with her body. She stood upright, and He brought His face down close to hers. T/they stared into each O/other's eyes as T/they ground T/their bodies together on the dance floor.
She could feel the chemistry between T/them, and could feel herself getting moist. She wrapped her arms around His back, and risked a quick grab of His ass, pulling Him tighter to her. She softly moaned at the feel of His tight firm ass. He returned the feel, cupping her ass, and giving it a squeeze. T/they were totally absorbed in the music, and the feel of each O/other's bodies moving as one.
Her hands roamed all over His body, as she felt His roaming over hers. She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter as she continued to grind against His upper thigh. In response, He ground His stiffening cock against her tummy. The music carried T/them away, as T/they celebrated the amazing height of T/their physical stimulation. T/they could both feel how this evening would end.
When the song concluded, He took her hand and led her to His car. T/they were totally oblivious to the stares of the O/others at the gathering, T/their only focus was on each O/other. He did not have to ask, and she did not have to speak. He took her back to His home, and T/they made passionate love.
Many would have described T/their lovemaking as "vanilla" that night. But, it was exactly what she needed, and He didn't seem to have any complaints. Besides, she felt T/they would have lots of time to experiment with BDSM activities as T/they got to know O/one another better.
He pulls up in front of the theatre. It is showing a movie she has wanted to see since it was first released. She looks at Him and smiles. He spoils her so much. She loves Him so deeply.
Chapter Fourteen
He moves around and opens the door for her. As she steps out, He takes her arm and leads her into the theatre. She tries to nonchalantly cover her obviously hardened nipples, but He gives her a glare, and she knows that she mustn't.
He purchases T/their tickets, and gets into the line at the concession stand. She glances around the room, admiring the movie posters, and watching the people come and go. Suddenly, she feels a quite focused, very intense buzzing sensation against her clit. She jumps a little, and gasps, then looks at Him, with an evil grin on His face. The buzzing stops as suddenly as it started.
His face goes blank, as if nothing had ever happened. She giggles to herself, and grabs tight to His arm, giving Him a firm hug. He leans down, and kisses her on the top of her head. She looks up at Him and smiles.
He orders two large drinks, and a jumbo popcorn. He hands her one of the cold beverages, and a large stack of napkins. He holds His arm out for her as He carries the other drink and the large tub. T/they enter the theatre, and He selects a seat about ten rows from the front, dead center.
He helps her remove her sweater as T/they settle into T/their seats. As the lights dim, she snuggles close to Him, staring up at the screen. She feels His arm lift and slide across her shoulders, pulling her closer. He holds the tub of popcorn in His lap. She reaches over and takes a handful, placing one kernel at a time into her mouth, and never taking her eyes off the screen before her. She reaches for another handful, but her hand instead contacts the bulge in His pants. She looks over at Him. He is grinning evilly, holding the popcorn to His side. She giggles and gives His cock a firm squeeze. He kisses her forehead, and returns the tub of popcorn to His lap.
She thinks how ornery He is. She had always been told that Daddy/Dom's had to be a little bit bratty Themselves to appreciate a brat/babygirl. She knew this was true with Him.
Chapter Fifteen
She takes some popcorn, and tosses it at Him. He laughs, and tosses some back at her. She giggles, and grins with delight at having found the One who can play with her, as well as lead her and guide her. Her own, very special Daddy/Dom. She smiles, remembering how quickly He had realized His position as a Daddy/Dom.
He had explained to her that He knew He was Dominant, and just assumed that meant He was a Master, in search of a submissive or a slave. She directed Him to a couple of articles that Trenton had shown to her, and explained how He had helped her identify herself as a brat/babygirl.
He was so excited. He identified fully with the descriptions provided of what a Daddy/Dom is, what They need in a submissive, and how They complete Their brat/babygirl. She could tell that He took great pride in being her Daddy/Dom. So much so, that He asked her to begin calling Him Daddy. She liked calling Him Daddy. It made her feel like she was truly His babygirl. It also provided enough authority to keep her reminded that she does have to answer to Him, and her actions do reflect on Him.
T/they spent hours together, sharing information, studying websites, discussing their feelings, expectations, needs, and hopes. T/they shared everything. T/they began T/their journey together from the very basics, learning to understand T/themselves, and T/their roles.
T/they established early on that she would not be collared. She was not a slave. There would be more to T/their relationship than just the Domination/submission aspect. T/they would be lovers, friends, partners, Dom/sub, Daddy/Dom/brat/babygirl, and some day, hopefully, husband and wife.
The feel of the buzzing between her legs, brings her out of her revelry. She jolts straight up, and looks at Him. He just continues to stare at the screen.
Chapter Sixteen
The buzzing gets more intense, yet He does not shut it off. She tries to sit still, but finds herself squirming, looking around at the other patrons, hoping no one notices her wiggling. She reaches for more popcorn, but again finds her hand on His bulge. He quickly covers her hand with her sweater, and squeezes her hand around His hardening cock.
He leans close to her ear and whispers, "Take it out. I want You to make me cum, right here, right now."
She fumbles to unzip His Dockers and replies, "Yes, Sir."
She frees Him, and begins to slowly but firmly stroke His hardness. She turns to look at Him, but He nods with His head for her to continue watching the movie. As she turns back to the screen, the buzzing stops. She continues to stroke His shaft, and run her fingers over His head.
She begins to milk His cock, squeezing firmly as she strokes up towards the head, and relaxing some as she strokes back down towards His balls. All the while, twisting her wrist, trying to provide some variety of sensation for Him.
She sneaks a peek at Him, and sees that His eyes are closed. She senses Him tensing. He leans towards her again. "I want to cum in your mouth."
She turns to look at Him, but He simply nods towards His cock, and gently lifts the sweater. She gives Him one last questioning look, then leans over and takes Him into her mouth.
She loves the way He feels and tastes. She runs her tongue all over, and continues the milking motion with her lips. Taking Him all the way in, then pulling almost all the way off of Him. She feels His hands press the back of her head, and she holds Him deep in her throat. She feels His hot cum bounce off the back of her throat, and fill her mouth.
She continues to lick His shaft, swallowing every drop of His seed. When His spasms finally cease and He relaxes, she slides her lips off of His cock, kisses the tip, and begins to sit up. She sees an old man sitting across the isle from T/them, stroking himself. She motions with her head for Kevin to turn and look.
She says, "Oh my God, what should W/we do?"
He strokes her hair and says, "You just let Me worry about that."
Chapter Seventeen
"You just let Me worry about that."
She remembers the first time she heard Him say those words to her. It was the first time Kevin had taken her into sub space. It had been a little different than it had been with Trenton. Kevin hadn't even needed to use physical touch.
T/they had been discussing a concern she had, and He simply said, "You just let Me worry about that."
She had stopped dead still, and could only reply "Yes, Sir." And she knew He would take care of it.
She knew He had control of the situation, and of her. What an immense amount of trust that required. But, she knew she trusted Him with every aspect of her life. In fact, she trusted Him with her very life.
The first time He took her by the hair, she could not believe the depth of her surrender. Adding that physical control took her so deep into sub space, that she felt totally free. Free to just experience whatever He had planned for T/them. She knew it would be not only pleasurable for T/them both, but also would help her grow as a woman, and as a submissive. His submissive.
Of course He still used the touch, and she definitely responded to it. But He also had a tone, even a look, which told her that she belonged to Him, and she had better do what He required.
Moments later, an usher strolled down the aisle, stopping right next to the old man. He still had his cock out, and the usher said something to him. He put it back into his pants, and the usher escorted him out of the theatre.
She looks up at Him, and He winks. "Told ya Daddy would take care of it."
She turns her attention back to the screen, still wondering how He did that. She knows it doesn't matter how He did it. He always takes care of things. He's always there to take care of her. She smiles, and settles in to enjoy the rest of the movie.
Chapter 18
When the lights come up at the end of the movie, she can feel the tears still dripping down her cheeks. He takes a napkin and gently wipes them away, kissing her gently and reassuring her. He slips her sweater back over her shoulders, and escorts her back to the car.
He drives towards the house, but stops at a caf�, suggesting they go in for a quick cup of coffee. She nods in agreement. Before He shuts off the ignition, she again feels the buzzing start against her clit. Shocked, She looks at Him, but says nothing as He turns off the car and comes around to open her door. He puts out His arm to lead her inside.
Just inside the door, He whispers to her, "I want you to cum for me. You have until the waiter brings O/our coffee. It won't take long."
She looks at Him in shock, but His look tells her He is serious.
She begins to squeeze her muscles together, attempting to increase the stimulation to her pussy and clit. She asks Him if she can go to the bathroom. He looks at her disapprovingly.
"No baby, you must stay with Me, in the open dining room."
She follows Him, as He follows the waiter to the booth where T/they may sit.
He motions for her to enter the booth first. He slides in, semi-blocking her from the peering eyes of the other patrons. He looks into her eyes, then down to her pussy.
"You'd better get busy," He states with a grin.
She drops her hands down into her lap, and slips her left hand up inside her skirt. She pushes the fabric aside, and slides two fingers inside her wet pussy. She begins to pump her fingers in and out, trying not to allow her upper arm to move. She uses her thumb to press the butterfly hard against her clit. She doesn't even notice the waiter arriving to take T/their order.
She can't help but notice that the waiter is quite aware of what she is doing. As a result, she just smiles and continues. She tries to find a normal voice to place her order, but it still comes out raspy and breathy. When the waiter walks away, Kevin grins.
"Did you see the hard-on you gave him, baby?" He whispers to her.
She increases the pace of her thrusting, knowing that it won't take long for the waiter to return. She feels her orgasm building and grabs His arm to stifle her scream as she cums hard, shaking and shuddering. The butterfly keeps her peaked and causes her to cum again and again.
He turns off the butterfly, leans in and kisses her gently. "Very good, baby. You did it. I knew you could."
She smiles, still tingling from her orgasm, her heart celebrating the fact that she was able to please Him.
The waiter arrives with T/their coffee, and she just smiles and winks, then takes her left finger and slides it into her mouth, sucking and moaning, giving him quite a show. Kevin just smiles and shakes His head, thinking to Himself, "She can be so ornery."
Chapter Nineteen
She sees Him shaking His head, and she worries that she has gone too far in teasing the waiter. She looks to Him, but he just smiles. She is so relieved. She hates when she disappoints Him.
She recalls the one time she truly disappointed Kevin, and He had been forced to punish her. He required her to write about how she thought He felt about what had happened. Her remorse at disappointing Him was beyond anything she ever wanted to experience again. Just trying to imagine how disappointed He must have been had been enough to make her never want to disappoint Him again.
Since then, she has tried to do everything to please Him, and to avoid anything that might displease Him. She knows she has become more respectful, but that brat in her still likes to come out and play once in a while. She is so glad that He has the sense of humor and good spirit to play with her, and not take offense.
They finish their coffee and He whispers to her, "Remove your thong."
She looks at Him, somewhat puzzled, but reaches into her skirt, and lowers her thong. She removes it, and holds it in her lap.
"Now remove the butterfly, and hand them both to me."
She does as instructed, and He places the butterfly in His pocket. As they stand to leave, He drops the thong on the table as a tip for the waiter. She looks at Him, shocked, and T/they giggle and leave the restaurant, hurrying to the car.
Chapter Twenty
T/they hurry home, giggling all the way, talking about the look on the waiter's face, and wondering what he thought when he found her thong. He reaches over and caresses her hair, and she feels the tenderness in His touch.
"Daddy?" she asks questioningly.
"Yes, baby?"
"Can I serve You dessert when W/we get home?"
"I'd like that, baby," He replies.
She giggles, planning her dessert for Him. He opens the door for her when T/they get home, and she asks Him where He would like His dessert served.
"The bedroom will be perfect, baby."
He leaves to make His way down the hall, and she begins to prepare His dessert.
She carefully removes her blouse, and her skirt, leaving only her stiletto heels and nipple clamps. She took some items out of the cabinets. Honey, peanut butter, and chocolate chips. She finds an unsharpened pencil, dips it in the honey, and begins to place spots across her chest and down her tummy and upper thighs, making a tribal looking design.
She then places a chocolate chip on each sticky spot. She uses a butter knife to fill it all in with peanut butter. She puts her supplies away, and slips into the bathroom to check out her work in the mirror.
She slides a couple of the chips into better position, cleans up a smudge of peanut butter, and decides that it looks pretty good. She remembers one other thing and rushes back to the kitchen, grabbing a can of Redi-Whip. She approaches the door.
"Close Your eyes," she says.
She slips into the bedroom and lies down on her back on the bed.
"Ok, You can open them. Dessert is served."
She sees the surprise on His face as He opens His eyes and sees her lying there, decorated with chocolate and peanut butter. She hands Him the whipped cream.
"In case You need some toppings."
He sits next to her on the bed, examining the work she has done to prepare this snack for Him. He leans in and kisses her full on the lips, then begins to slowly eat the chips off of her body, licking and sucking the honey and peanut butter as He goes. Occasionally, he adds a touch of whipped cream. She thrills at the touch of His lips and tongue on her skin as He makes His way down her body.
She tenses as His kisses reach her inner thighs. She wonders what He will do when He runs out of chips to eat. She doesn't have long to wait to find out. He kisses her gently on her mound, and sits up beside her on the bed.
"Thank you, baby, that was a wonderful dessert."
Chapter Twenty-One
She shifts quickly on the bed, kneeling and lying forward across her legs, her arms stretched out in front of her. She could sense the changes coming over the both of T/them. She does not present herself to Him in this way often, only when she is feeling extremely submissive.
She smiles as she recalls the first time she had presented herself to Kevin. He had instinctively known exactly what she needed. Her entrance into sub space also took Him into Dom space. He disappeared for a moment, and returned with a large collar. He placed it around her neck, and she discovered that it held her head high, pressing up against her chin, and immobilized her neck. She could not turn her head, but had to stare straight forward. He called it a posture collar.
He took her hand, and led Her to a metal frame, where He bound her wrists to the top corners, and her ankles to the bottom corners. He looked into her eyes and kissed her softly.
"I love you, baby." He blindfolded her, and gently caressed up and down her legs, stopping to give each cheek a firm squeeze. "You look so beautiful spread eagle like that. Just imagine all the things I could do to you right now."
She felt just a tinge of fear, but she trusted Him, and ultimately she knew He would not really harm her.
She felt His hands leave her body, and heard Him rummaging through a drawer. She wondered what to expect next, the anticipation raising her adrenaline level. Next she felt soft fabric running down her back.
"What was that?" she wondered, but she did not ask.
The cloth caressed her skin, down her back, and across her butt.
"Does that feel good to you, slut?"
"Yes, Sir."
He began to swing it harder against her skin, and she came to realize it was a flogger. "Today you will call Me Master. Today, you are My slave."
"Yes, Master," she responded.
He crisscrossed the tails across her back, each leaving a slight sting on the skin as it licked. She moaned in pleasure, trying to anticipate where the next strike would fall.
She felt the licks come faster and faster, almost on top of each other, as He spun the flogger and ran it up and down the backs of her thighs.
"You do like that, don't you my little slut?"
He ran it across her ass cheeks, and up her back.
"Yes Master, Your little slut likes it very much."
He moved around in front of her, kissed her nose, and said, "I love you so much baby, you are doing so good."
His gentle words did so much to reassure her, and ease her fears. Making it possible for her to relax and enjoy. Then He gently tapped her pussy with the soft suede tails. He gave each breast a gentle swat, and then she felt nothing.
About a minute passed, in silence and darkness. She strained to hear or feel any clue as to what He might be doing. That minute felt like hours. Finally, she felt Him attach a belt securely around her waist.
"Whose slut are you?" He asked.
"I am Your slut, Sir," she replied.
"Your slut what?"
"Your slut, Master," she corrected.
She felt the sides pulled taught, and wondered where He had tied them. He released her left wrist, and she shook it free. He then released her right wrist. She shook it free as well. She realized now that the waist belt had been secured above her, keeping her upright.
"Oh baby, you are doing great. I love you so much."
He then recaptured her left wrist, bent her over at the waist, and secured the wrist to her ankle. He repeated this with her right wrist. She could feel herself totally folded in half, and held up by the waist belt.
His hands left her, and she wondered what He had planned for her. She knew it would be pleasurable, for T/them both. She knew He would do nothing to harm her. She could hear Him behind her. He grabbed her by the waist, and in one motion, He buried His cock deep inside her pussy. She moaned with pleasure as He ground against her.
"Yes," He said, "My pussy is so wet for her Master isn't it?"
"Yes Master, Your pussy is very wet for You."
"Good," He said.
He held tight to her hips, and pulled almost all the way out, then slammed deep into her pussy again. His thrusts became faster and deeper. She could barely move all bent over like this, as He continued to fuck her hard and fast.
"You want to cum don't you, my slut."
"Yes Master, please may I cum?" she begged.
"You may cum when I do, and not before," He said.
A few more good thrusts, and He slammed deep into her. "Cum now, my slut," He screamed.
With that, she felt His cum fill her hot pussy. This pushed her over the edge, and she began to shake as her body was wracked in orgasm. He held himself inside her for a few moments, allowing her to milk His cock with her muscles.
He pulled out of her, moved back in front of her and released her wrists. He then released her ankles. Taking her firmly by the waist, He released the waist belt, and allowed her to fall against Him. She felt such comfort in His arms. He lifted her, and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He then laid down next to her, caressing her hair.
"You did so good, baby," He said. "I love you so much."
She smiled at Him. "I love You too Sir, very very much."
She silently celebrated the knowledge that she had found a Master who could sense, know, and fulfill her needs and desires, while fulfilling His own.
She is startled to feel the silk scarf tighten around her wrists. He then pulls her arms tight above her head, swings her around, and ties them firmly to the head of the bed. She feels His strength, and His control, and she knows she belongs to Him, and her entire reason for being is to please Him.
Chapter Twenty-Two
She feels Him tie scarves around Her ankles, spread her legs wide, and secure them to the foot posts. He places a belt around her waist, and instructs her to lift her ass high in the air, up on her knees. She does this, and feels her arms stretched. He ties rope to each side of the waist belt, and secures the ropes to a hook in the ceiling.
She tests the ropes, finding them secure. She cannot lie down flat, nor scoot forward or backward. Her arms and legs are securely immobile by the scarves tied to the bed. He reaches beneath her, and hangs small weights to her nipple clamps, pulling them firmly downward. He then tightens them, causing her to whimper some at the intense pressure they now provide.
She feels Him move behind her, between her widely spread legs. She knows she is very exposed to Him, and that He can use her in any way that He desires. She feels Him run His hands up the backs of her thighs, and across her ass. She hears a buzzing sound, and feels a hard coldness press between her pussy lips. He runs it up and down, between her hole, and her clit, barely sliding it inside her with each stroke.
She moans softly as He begins to slide it further inside her, pulling it back, and sliding it in further still. He pulls the vibrator completely out of her, and glides it up to her tight little rosebud asshole. She feels the tip of it press hard against her. She relaxes, and whelps softly as the head pops in. He pulls it back out, and slides it back into her pussy, causing her to moan loader with the pleasure she is receiving.
"You like being fucked in the ass, don't you my little slut?"
"Yes Sir, I love to have my ass stretched and filled."
He gives her several quick deep thrusts, then pulls out and slips it back into her tight ass. It slides in much easier this time, so she feels Him press it in further. He gives her several quick thrusts with the vibrator in her ass, then pulls it back out, and slams it deep into her pussy. She moans loudly at the feel of her pussy being filled by the hard, buzzing vibrator.
She feels Him shift on the bed, and then feels the head of His cock press against her somewhat relaxed asshole. He slips the head inside, causing her to whimper slightly. He gives a few short strokes, and then presses Himself deep inside her rear hole. She squeals with delight at having both of her holes full. He lets out a moan, holding Himself deep inside her a few moments, to let her adjust, then begins to slowly pump His hard cock in and out of her hot ass. She tries to squirm, but she can't move. She feels Him reach down and slowly pump the vibrator in and out of her pussy in unison with His cock.
"You're doing great baby."
Her head thrashes as she is taken higher and higher. His thrusts become faster and more urgent. He slams the vibrator deeper and harder, as He rams His cock into her ass. She feels His hands on her hips as he pulls her onto Him hard, abandoning the vibe. She feels herself ready to cum, but knows she must wait for Him. She can feel Him tensing, and knows He must be close.
He rams into Her as deep as He can, and holds Himself there, yelling out, "Oh, baby!" as He begins to shoot His cum deep inside her ass.
She releases. "Oh my God, yes, Daddy!" she yells as her body spasms with pleasure.
Their mutual orgasm lasts for a good 2 minutes. He reaches beneath her and releases the nipple clamps, then pulls the quick release on her waist belt, allowing her to collapse on the bed, as He collapses on top of her.
Chapter Twenty-Three
She lies flat on her stomach, feeling His heart race as He lies on top of her. She watches as He reaches up and releases Her wrists. She feels Him glide off of her, and feels her ankles being released. She rolls onto her side, as He scoots up next to her, taking her tight in His arms.
She snuggles up close, allowing her eyes to close as she feels His warmth and protection. She never feels as safe and secure as when she is in His arms. She feels His fingers gently caressing her cheek. She opens her eyes to find Him staring at her.
"I love you so much, Marcy."
She smiles. "I love You too, Kevin. Very, very much."
He kisses her gently and presses her head down upon His chest. She smiles as she listens to His heart beating. She can feel her heart fall right into sync with His. His breathing becomes shallow, and she knows that He has fallen asleep. She smiles, closes her own eyes, and drifts off to sleep, comfortable in the knowledge that her development has just begun and she is right where she belongs.
