Maybe she cracked. Maybe she just could not pretend anymore. Maybe she had grown weak. Maybe she had actually grown strong.
It was not like she had a bad life or anything. Actually, her life was pretty blessed. But what it boiled down to was that inside, she craved something very different than what she had chosen many years before. After all, what does a 17 year old girl know about herself, about her body or about life in general? She had made a good choice though. A good young man who loved her and worked hard to support her and their little family. Through the years and the growing family, her husband grew stressed. He changed, as did she of course. The fun and carefree boy grew into a very uptight and tired man.
She had grown into a loving mother and wife. This is not a bad thing but as many women do, they stop considering their own needs and focus only on everyone else. Eventually, she grows bitter even though perhaps this was her very own doing. This particular night, all of that bitterness in combination with an especially rough day and a nasty argument with her husband, she found herself driving out of town on the freeway.
She pulled over after about an hour of just driving with the radio blaring. She had shut her phone off before she had even pulled out of the driveway. She found it odd that for some reason, she had not cried. She could not cry. She turned her phone back on, 7 missed calls. 4 voice mails and 2 text messages. The last thing she wanted to do was talk to him. She took a second to text him letting him know she was safe and that she did not plan on contacting him for a day or two. Then she sat there starring at her phone. Rubbing it with her thumb. She could see the smear appear and fade on the shinny pink phone. Her heart was racing and she could feel her stomach turn.
After a few long minutes, she dug through her purse taking out her wallet. She pulled out a check book log, something her hubby knew she never used although he tried for years to get her to use. She flipped through the pages, then finally saw the lightly written numbers. No dashes, no name, just numbers. She opened her phone and entered the number. Send.
"Hello." He answers.
"Hello Daddy." She replied after a brief pause.
"Princess?"
"Yes."
"Umm.. Everything OK?" He asked.
"I am about an hour away from your town." She answered.
"You are coming here? Alone?"
"Yes Sir." She replied. "Is that alright?"
He chuckled a little, "Yes Princess. Of course. You call me when you are closer and I will direct you to me. Be safe."
"Yes Daddy."
She closed the phone and took a deep breath. She had promised herself that she would never make that call. Broken promise.
She turned her phone off again and continued on her journey. She forgot to even turn the radio back up as obviously her mind was consumed with what she had just done, and the not knowing of what she would be doing in an hour or so. The ride passed very quickly. She called him back and he talked her through the drive until she pulled up in front of his house. She just sat there for a few minutes feeling sick. She shut the phone off again and gathered herself. She approached his front door and he opened it before she could even knock.
"You understand what this means correct?" He quizzed.
"Yes Daddy."
He extended his hand to her and she gave him her trembling hand. He walked her through the living room and down the hall. Her knees weak as she trailed behind him. He brought her into a fairly well lit bedroom. She stood still when he stopped and turned around looking at her. He took her purse from her and set it on the floor. He then approached her and began to unbutton her blouse. She watched his fingers work each button with care. She was amazed by how calm he seemed. His silence made her even more nervous than she already was. Finally her shirt was fully opened and he moved behind her to remove it from her shoulders and arms. She felt his warm hands on the clasp of her bra. Within a split second she felt the weight of her breasts set free. She instinctively brought her arms up, crossing them to keep her bra from falling.
"Can we please lower the lights Daddy?" She requested.
"No."
He came back around the front and pulled her bra from her. She did not have a perfect
body nor was it close to being so. Although it mattered much to her, it could not have mattered less to him. He walked away from her for a minute but quickly his attention was back on her. He gently took her right arm and she could feel him tying something soft, perhaps a silk around her wrist. Her left hand dangling at her side, he then took it and tied it firmly to the other behind her back. She was almost dizzy with disbelief. She had known that she would never experience him, yet there she was.
He came around in front of her and looked her in the eyes.
"You need me?"
"Yes Sir." She managed to say.
"Are you positive?"
"Yes Sir, I am positive."
With that he reached out, wrapping his fingers into the hair on the lower back of her head. He pulled her into him and kissed her deep and hard. Her knees almost buckled. As quickly as he pulled her into him, he pulled himself away. What a delicious kiss. He turned and reached for something on the dresser. She could not see what is was at first and even when she did see, she was not sure what it was. It did not take long until she learned exactly what it was.
"We have talked about these before. They are nipple clamps. I think it is a good idea for you to experience them tonight."
