Inside the home was even fancier than the exterior. There were paintings in beautiful frames, a crystal chandelier in the high ceilinged entranceway, and knickknacks from various countries decorating the shelves and walls. Whoever this man was, he certainly had a lot of money.
On the table were the instructions I was told to follow. This time the note was handwritten in a very nice cursive script. It read as follows, "Welcome to my home. In here what I say is absolute. Follow my instructions and you will find a caring owner who treats his twinks well. Choose not to follow my instructions and you will find out what it means to make me angry." It was a strong introduction to be sure, but I couldn't help but feel a giddy excitement reading it. It continued, "Now, strip completely naked and put on the accessories next to this note. I will be waiting for you in the first room at the top of the stairs."
I put the note back on the table and looked over at the accessories it mentioned. There were a pair of black, frilly laced wristbands and a collar that all looked like pieces of a French maid outfit. I shed all my clothes and folded them neatly next to the table. Then I slipped on the lacey accessories and made sure they were fastened securely. Conveniently there was a mirror by the stairs and so I got a good look at myself.
My long straight red hair was tied in a ponytail that reached past my shoulders. My skinny pale body contrasted heavily with the black lace clothing pieces I was wearing. The excitement I was feeling was visible on my face. I was so ready to meet this man that I had already been serving.
I was practically shaking with nerves and anticipation as I climbed the stairs. There was indeed a door right at the top and it looked like the lights were on inside that room. Slowly I prepared myself and went to open the door but figured it would be more fitting of a submissive to knock. I rapped my knuckles on the door and a voice called from inside. It said "Come in slut" in a commanding deep tone.
I entered and was immediately stunned to see that the man was not alone. He was sat on the edge of his bed with a twink kneeling between his legs. The other twink was dressed in a skimpy cheerleader outfit and was voraciously worshipping the man's cock. Daddy cracked a smile at my stunned silence and said nothing. He kept his eyes locked on me while he was being serviced. I watched somewhat jealously, wishing it were me in that position. After about a minute of silence and awkward shuffling on my part the man placed his hand on the other twink's head and began to thrust his hips aggressively. The twink quickly placed his arms behind his back and allowed it to happen. I could hear him choking constantly but Daddy did not stop or even slow down. This went on for a while before Daddy finally stopped thrusting and tossed the twink backwards with the hand that was holding him in place.
The other submissive fell to the floor and gasped for air momentarily before sitting upright once again and saying, "Thank you daddy!"
I didn't know what to think. Was this some kind of demonstration for my sake? Or was this just a regular activity for this man. He had said he was an experienced dom and that he had other submissives, but I hadn't expected to meet one like this. For whatever reason I felt embarrassed that this other twink was seeing me dressed the way I was, despite the fact that I just witnessed him getting throat fucked in a cheerleader uniform. The twink looked me up and down before returning his gaze to the man in front of us.
"You did good as always Angel. Run along now. Daddy has work to do." The man said while gently caressing the twink's face. With a silent nod the twink stood up, flattened down his skirt, and then left the room.
The whole interaction was strange yet enticing. The way that he followed orders without a word was commendable and despite the brutality towards the end there, he had a permanent cheery smile on his face. Was this going to be my future? I wasn't sure it was what I had in mind, but would it be all that bad? Surely that twink was happy and so I could be too right? I let the thoughts race around my head until I realized that in this moment I was alone with Daddy. I locked my sights ahead of me, not looking him directly in the eyes.
"You should be kneeling" He said nonchalantly. I immediately dropped down to my knees and held my hands behind my back like the other twink did.
He stood up from the bed and his still hard cock was perched right in front of my face. I finally got a good look at it and it didn't appear to be anything too crazy. I'd say it looked like it was 6 inches long and moderately thick. Only slightly bigger than mine. As it swayed in front of me i could see it was still slick with the saliva of the other twink. I took this waiting as an invitation and leaned forward to take the head into my mouth. Before it reached my lips however I was met with a swift slap across the cheek. Not a very hard one, just enough to make me stop.
"Did I give you permission to touch me?" He growled in an aggressive tone. "You are meant to follow orders and nothing else. Do I make myself clear?"
His words were harsh but his tone shifted to that of someone trying to teach a confused student. He wasn't so much admonishing me as he was instructing me.
I responded "Yes Daddy" remembering that I am to refer to him that way at all times. I didn't want another slap so soon.
He smiled a little and started to pace around me, looking at every inch of me. Occasionally he would touch or physically inspect parts of me like my hair and my butt cheeks. I could almost feel his eyes inspecting me like a rich man at an auction. After a few circles around he stopped in front of me once again. He cupped my face with both hands and looked me in the eye. "You were watching very intently when Angel was worshipping me. Did you like what you were seeing?" He asked with a knowing grin on his face.
I nodded quickly like a child responding to a teacher and said, "Yes Daddy I did."
