You arrive home and slowly walk to the kitchen table. You sit down, place your elbows on the table, and rest your chin in your hands. After all of your years of role playing as his "Daughter," this is the first time your "Daddy" has disappointed you. Yes, the one orgasm you had felt good, but there was not as much intensity to it as usual. You had come to expect quite a bit more during your training sessions. The last several had been, to say the least, utterly amazing!
Today's session had some high points, but sitting here alone at home you realize that you do not have the overwhelming sense of satisfaction you usually have when Daddy is finished with you. You certainly do not have the usual lasting reminders of a great training session--the tingling and engorged and worn out pussy, the familiar tickling and stretched feeling of your anus, and a sense of complete exhilaration and exhaustion at the same time. But, you suppose that even Daddy can run out ideas, or have an off day.
You wonder how long it will take him to text. Your instructions were to go home and sit at the table and do nothing else until instructed. So here you sit, still dressed like... well... a hooker. Daddy had stopped by the night before to pick out what you would wear. The black fishnet stockings and garter were a given. They have always been Daddy's favorite. The black stiletto heels were an obvious choice. The red stretch mini dress with continuous zipper in the front and black trim along the top completed the outfit--because as usual, you would NOT be wearing a bra or panties. The quick release nature of this dress made you think that it might not be remaining on for very long. Finally, you had been told to wear very heavy make-up (especially around the eyes) and a blond wig.
That is how you remain dressed, sitting here hours later... waiting... the only difference from when you left earlier in the day is that you are no longer wearing the sunglasses you added to the outfit because of the sunny day, having removed them when you returned home.
Daddy had given you instructions to take the Metro... dressed like this... and eventually end up on the Greenlink Circulator line. You were to arrange it so that you would get off at the Smith & McKinny stop by 4:45pm. You felt pretty embarrassed by all the stares you received while riding the bus. You had gotten so tired of one old pervert staring at your tits in the clingy dress that you opened your legs wide to expose your naked and freshly shaved pussy--just to show him what he would NOT be having today or any other day.
After getting off the bus at the intersection of Smith and McKinny you had to walk three blocks to Travis Street, take a right on Travis and walk another six blocks. You could have ridden the bus for several more blocks, but it was obvious that Daddy wanted you to turn even more heads walking along the downtown streets. You receive several honks from passing cars in addition to stares and glares from passing pedestrians.
"How much?" a short, skinny thirtyish man asks you.
This gives you immediate butterflies in your stomach. You are grateful for the sunglasses, and the heavy make-up covering the redness that would be the evidence of how embarrassed you are.
"More than you can afford!" you manage to blurt out as you walk on.
Halfway along Travis Street you had to walk past the Houston Police Department building.
"Very funny, Daddy," you thought.
Some officers gazed your direction, but no one approached you, thankfully. About four blocks later you turn right on Pease Street, as Daddy instructed. A few blocks further and you come to your destination. You enter the building at the address Daddy gave you. It is being remodeled. You find yourself in a large foyer area that is mostly finished, except for furnishings. Several folding chairs are set up in three rows, as if a presentation had been held or would be held at some point.
Just then you heard a door to the right open. Daddy came through and walked up to you. He looked you up and down. You smile, but he does not.
"Daughter, what have you been up to?"
He walked up to you, grabbed your ass with his left hand, pulled you in close, and put his right hand under your dress and right onto your pussy lips. He felt around, then inserted two finger up inside your pussy. You can't help but moan loudly. But Daddy removed the fingers quickly and put them up against your nose.
"What is this!?!" he said between clenched teeth.
"What, Daddy?" you whimper.
"Why is your pussy all wet? You like being dressed like a slut, don't you? You LIKED having all the men and women look at your body and want to fuck you, didn't you?"
"No, Daddy!" you protested.
"Tell me what happened on your trip here. Tell me everything!"
You recount the stares, the ogles, and the old perv on the bus...
"You flashed your pussy!?!"
"Yes, Daddy..."
"You are a very, very bad girl! You are a dirty, naughty little slut, and you need to be punished!"
"Daddy, no! I did everything you said!"
"Come with me," Daddy commanded.
You follow him into the room he had been in when you arrived. This room is also almost finished. It looks like it will be an office of some sort. But the only thing in it besides construction supplies is a cart of some sort on wheels.
"I designed this just for you, Daughter. I designed and built it to punish naughty, little girls like you."
As you look at it more closely you see that there are restraints and padding on it, but you do not see any obvious way to sit on it.
"Kneel right here."
Daddy points to one end that had two pads that are parallel to each other about two and a half feet off of the ground. The pads are about the same distance apart, and are angled downward.
"Daddy, I don't want to get up there. I don't want to fall."
WHACK! A hand firmly slaps against the right cheek of your ass. The sting and the sound startle you, and you gasp.
"Now get up there!"
Daddy helps you kneel on the pads and then scoot forward. Daddy secures your legs with four Velcro straps.
"Now lean forward and rest your arms here."
You get the idea now. The arm rests are much lower, and in the middle there is an angled board for you to rest your chest and stomach. A Velcro strap goes around your waist and two on each arm. You are now helpless strapped into this device with your ass up in the air and your legs spread apart. Daddy walks in front of you and reaches into a duffel bag that is on the floor.
