Daddy’s Girl - Part 1

Tonight is the night. After several lengthy conversations and a social meeting where the chemistry was palpable between us, I am beyond excited for my first Dom/Sub play meet with you. A night that we have both been eagerly anticipating.

Before I arrive at the hotel I meticulously prepare myself for you. I make sure my skin is silky smooth and that every hole is clean for your use and pleasure. I carefully apply my makeup, not too much, just enough to accentuate, in your words, my fuck me eyes. I wear my lacy g-string, no bra, and I put on thigh high stockings, followed by my sexy high heels. I slip into a red baby doll dress that emphasises my cleavage.

You are not at the hotel room when I arrive, but I can hear music playing softly as I step into the candle lit room. A chilled glass of white wine is waiting for me to drink. I see you have carefully laid out my collar, cuffs, harness and a blindfold on the bedside table, in readiness for me to put on as per your request.

I slowly sip my wine, a Chardonnay, my favourite. I savour the taste, and then I stand in front of the full length mirror to inspect everything is in order, applying the final touches of make up and perfume. I place the harness over my dress and I reverently put on my collar.

As I stand in front of the mirror I can’t help but slide my hand up under my dress, pushing my g-string to one side as I finger myself. I am saturated in anticipation of our meet. I moan with pleasure as I suck my pussy juices off my fingers. I kneel on the bed, slightly spreading my legs. I blindfold myself and cuff my hands behind my back and wait for you. My heart is beating faster than ever before. I hear the click of the door as you enter the room and close the door behind you. I feel your presence fill the room, I sense you looming closer and closer to me. I can’t breathe…I can hardly speak. My voice trembles as I call out, ‘Daddy?’

You don’t respond immediately. I wonder if it is you. I feel the bed move as you sit next to me. My breath quickens and my heart is thumping in my chest as I hear you speak, ‘Hello my pretty baby girl.” I am relieved to know it’s you. Your hypnotic calm voice sends me into a tailspin, making me feel overwhelmed at the anticipation of what is to come. You gently stroke my cheek and continue to speak to me in that sexy commanding voice, telling me I look beautiful, that my collar and harness look divine. You tell me you love how my red dress contrasts with my creamy skin and that the thigh high stockings and heels are the perfect final touch. Your hand caresses my thigh and you ask me, ‘Are you ready to submit to Daddy?’

I don’t immediately answer. A million thoughts and sensations are racing through my mind and body as I kneel on the bed. I feel your strong presence next to me, your cologne permeating my senses, making me feel lightheaded and intoxicated. The sexual tension is heavy in the air, filled with our mutual longing to finally consummate what we have been craving for so long.

Yet I pause. I draw out the moment. I feel your muscles tense with uncertainty, your breathing quickens ever so slightly, the silence is deafening as you wait for my response. Will I or won’t I completely submit to you? It is clear from my actions that I want to submit, but am I ready to say those words to you and to become your sweet precious baby girl that you so desire? Or will I perhaps tease and push daddy’s buttons just a bit first? Choices choices!!

I am enjoying this moment of keeping you in suspense. Antagonising you. The longer I hesitate I sense your mild frustration and annoyance with me rise in direct correlation with your desire for me. Exactly the emotions I want to conjure. I have you right where I want you. I want you to feel on edge.

Because this union of our minds and bodies is a fusion of pleasure with pain, punishment with reward. In this moment I desire to be your favourite. I want us to push each other to our limits, I want to make you administer punishment and pleasure authentically, born from the raw emotions I stir within you. This connection between us is not just an act. It comes from a place that is instinctive and primal.

I feel you shift on the bed. The hand caressing my thigh makes its way up my body. Your fingers tantalisingly trail over my chest, gently pinching my nipples and finally rest on my neck, your thumb pressing into the base of my throat. You move closer to me. I can feel your breath on my skin, I almost feel your lips grazing my neck. I am giddy. You lean in and whisper in my ear, ‘Baby girl, I want you. I need you. Are you ready to submit to Daddy?’

I swallow, my body quivering, consumed with desire for you. It is then I realise that it is inevitable. I can no longer deny what I am. I am a baby girl. A baby girl who just wants to please her Daddy. In every way.

I take a deep breath, yet it does nothing to steady my racing heartbeat. Breathlessly I respond.

‘Yes Daddy. I am ready. I submit to you. I am yours completely. Have your way with me. Please Daddy.’ I feel myself gush as I finally voice these words of surrender. A truth I’ve always known within.

Your hand closes around my throat, claiming me. You whisper, ‘That’s a good sweet baby girl. Submit to Daddy completely. Let Daddy ruin you.’ I feel your lips on mine, kissing me passionately.

My body turns to mush. Every nerve ending is on fire. The floodgates have opened. I am past the point of no return. There is no going back from here.