Chapter 2: Yes, Daddy
Carla was unsure why she was carrying out Andrew's order that she stay with her panties around her knees. She felt the dried cum tighten and crack on her skin as she fumbled about her apartment ridiculously. At the same time, she felt the ache between her legs growing as she recalled how he had so viciously spanked her ass and called her such vile names. She wondered why she was so aroused by his behavior and felt deeply ashamed by her compliance with it.
When she made it to the bedroom where their windows faced each other, she waddled awkwardly across the room and pulled the shades all the way up so that he could see her the way he had wanted to. She immediately noticed that his shades were also open, his bedroom light shining brightly, illuminating his back as he fumbled with something at the window. When he finished making some adjustments, he moved from whatever he had been working on and this was when she realized what that was - it was a camera. He was setting up a camera to film her in her bedroom!
She was horrified by this - he had not mentioned that this was part of what he wanted, and she had not consented to it. He saw her then, too - standing there with her panties still around her knees, hours after he had ordered her to keep them there. She was shaking her head at him and waving her hands as she shouted, "Andrew! No! This is not okay with me!"
He laughed at her as he watched her panic. He let her rave some and then opened his window, motioning for her to do the same. She pulled the window open and still smiling with amusement, he asked her, "What were you saying, whore? I couldn't hear you."
"Look - this is too much! I can't allow you to film me in my bedroom!" she whispered loudly, fearing that soon their other neighbors might hear.
The smile faded from his face then and the look that had become so familiar in their previous encounter replaced it. His eyes narrowed, his jaw tightened, his lips now tighter and he growled in a voice loud enough for anyone in the neighboring apartments to hear, "Carla - you will never tell me what you will 'allow'! This isn't about you, you fucking whore. This is about what I will allow - what I will enforce. Do you understand me?"
"Oh my god..." she uttered with her face in her hands. She shook her head and replied, "Please, Andrew... Please don't do this to me. You're talking too loudly." Her face grew hot and red thinking about what the neighbors might think if they overheard what he was saying.
"I'm talking too loudly? Is that what I just heard you say? "
She heard the anger in his voice and did not respond as she sobbed into her hands, for the first time, regretting greatly what was happening.
"Look at me!" she heard him say. She pulled her hands from her face and met his eyes. He stared deeply into her eyes again and began speaking. "You told me earlier what a nasty whore you are, didn't you?"
She didn't answer, but stared at him in a daze. She began to realize that she had started something she could not stop. Even as she stood there in her bedroom window with her cum-stained face and panties around her knees, red-faced and humiliated, she felt her desire growing as he became more and more severe with her. Every time he called her a "whore" or a "slut" her body involuntarily reacted - her nipples became sensitive, her clitoris twitched, her pussy became wet.
"You will answer me now. That's what you told me, isn't it?"
She opened her lips then and uttered in defeat, "Yes Sir. I am a nasty whore, Sir."
"Atta' girl," he said to her as if she were a dog. "Now, you have been a very, very naughty little girl, Carla. You must learn to not talk back to your Daddy. Do you understand?"
He was changing the fantasy at his whim. It was clear to her when he referred to himself as Daddy what would be coming next. He hadn't humiliated her to his satisfaction yet and now he was placing her in the role of his little girl. She knew that this was disgusting - this man was a pervert ready to make her do whatever twisted thing he imagined. Her mind told her to close the window and the shade, lock the doors and go to sleep, but she could not bring herself to do it. She could not even bring herself to pull up her panties when he could not see her because he had told her not to. She opened her mouth and answered according to his will, "Yes, Daddy. I am a naughty little girl who should not talk back to my Daddy."
He smiled wickedly now, sure that she could no longer resist him though she tried. "Good," he said. "You understand, though, that you still must be punished, right?"
"Yes Daddy, I must be punished for being such a naughty girl."
"Now, go and unlock your door, then lay down on your bed and wait for me." he instructed.
She followed his instruction and as she lay in the bed she began to recall how harshly he had treated her earlier. Even in the midst of all of her questions about what she had gotten herself into, she felt the fire between her legs that he had refused to quench in their first encounter.
She began to imagine him entering her apartment and fucking her the way she had hoped he would - roughly and quickly, making her hurt inside. She began to move her torso involuntarily as she pictured his beautiful cock pumping into her as he gripped her hips with his strong fingers. She began to ache and wanted so desperately to relieve her longing on her own, but did not know if he had turned on the camera that was now filming her from his bedroom window. As frightened as she was, she wanted very much to please him. She tried to think of more innocuous things, doing her best to assuage her desire before it became completely uncontrollable. It was exceedingly difficult as she was always aware of his cum on her body and her panties around her knees - physical and inexcusable signs of her compliance and desire.
After what seemed like hours, she heard the front doorknob turn and the door swing open. She worried that it could be someone else - the door had remained unlocked for so long - anyone could come in and find her this way. She fought her neurotic worry and remained laying there - her panties around her knees, his cum dried on her skin.
When Andrew appeared in the doorway, she felt relieved that it was him and then caught herself and wondered why she felt comforted by this perverted man's presence.
"I see you've waited as I told you," he said, "You'll learn to be a good girl for Daddy yet, won't you?"
"Yes, Daddy," she replied. She felt so ashamed - laying there in the position he had ordered and now, calling him "Daddy."
"Daddy brought you a present," he told her, now holding up a hanger with a frilly pink dress in his hand. She glanced now at him in the doorway there and noticed a large bag near his feet. He moved toward her and stared down at her cum-stained body and panties.
"What is all over you, you lady? It looks like you've made quite a mess of yourself.," he said tersely, "Is that cum on your panties?"
"Yes, Daddy," she answered meekly.
"Yes, Daddy, what?" he prodded.
"Yes, Daddy, that is cum on my panties." she whimpered, feeling disgusted and aroused.
"Well, it looks as if you really aren't as good of a girl as Daddy had hoped," he scolded her, shaking his head, "Keep your panties around your knees and go take a shower now. Daddy will lay out the clothes you will wear when you are all clean."
"Yes, Daddy" she answered as she clumsily rose from her bed and stumbled toward the bathroom. He watched her with amusement as she shuffled her feet, her bare ass shimmying with her movement as her panties continued to restrict her movement.
"You will remain naked and crawl back to me on your hands and knees when you are finished," he added as he watched her, "and bring those dirty panties back with you, in your mouth."
The thought of him watching her again, as he was now, as she struggled across the floor on her hands and knees, aroused her more than she could have imagined. She whimpered back to him, now feeling like the helpless little girl he was forcing her to become, "Yes, Daddy. I will bring my dirty panties back in my mouth."
She crawled back from her shower, her cum-stained panties in her mouth. He watched her as she entered, her breast bouncing and swaying below her as she brought her panties to him like a puppy dog. When she reached his feet where he sat on the bed, shelifted her eyes to his and motioned with her head for him to receive the panties she had so obediently retrieved for him.
"Now stand up." He said with little emotion as he pulled the panties from her teeth. She was disappointed with his non-response to how obediently she had carried out the task he had just given her. Nevertheless, she complied with his command and rose to her feet.
Lain across the bed was the short and frilly dress he had brought for her. Set below them, on the floor, were a pair of black patent leather shoes with buckles and a pair of anklets with lace around the tops. Next to the dress were two pink bows that attached to her hair with clips, and a brand new pair of little girl panties in her size. They were also pink and were printed with small teddy bears.
"Put on your new clothes for Daddy," he told her, "I will wait for you on the sofa."
She put the clothes on as he had directed, feeling more and more lost in the fantasy as she slowly was transformed from young woman, to Daddy's little girl. She was frightened still, of all that her actions might mean. Why was she allowing this disgusting man to control her, and why was she so aroused by carrying out his bidding? As she clipped the pink bows in her hair, she realized that it was now too late - not only was she complying with his orders, but now she had been filmed doing just that. She could not deny what she had been doing, nor that she was enjoying it.
She left the bedroom in her frilly dress and approached him as he sat on the couch. In the corner of her living room, Andrew had set up yet another camera. She froze at the edge of the couch farthest from him as she gazed at the camera in horror. Not only was she living out the terrible fantasies she had always hidden from the world, but now, it was all being documented by this man she barely knew. She drew a breath to protest and then remembered that he already had footage of her laying in her bed with panties around her knees, and also of her crawling across the floor naked, with her panties in her mouth, as he had ordered her to do.
"There's my little girl," he said, interrupting her train of thought, as he motioned for her to sit on the coffee table before him. She sat on the coffee table, facing him, and closed her legs like a little lady.
"No, no." he told her waving his finger in her face. He placed his hands on the insides of her knees and spread her legs wide, pushing her dress back slightly, so that he could glimpse her little girl panties.
