The air was cool, as she slipped her dress from her slender shoulders. She looked towards the window and walked over, carefully shutting it then drawing the curtains. There was no need for her neighbors to see her private life, even though they barely know her and she barely knows them. She had recently moved into the area two months ago after leaving the security of her parent's home in order to accept her "dream job" in the neighboring state. She walks towards the closet and retrieves the latex corset, latex stockings, and stiletto heels.
As previously instructed, she dons the submissive clothes that He had picked out for her just two days ago. She attaches the golden nipple clamps which are connected to one another with a chain to her already stiffened and engorged nipples. With a sharp hiss of air being rapidly drawn between tightly clenched teeth, she can feel the highly erotic stinging sensations growing increasingly present in her throbbing nipples. She briefly admires herself in the full-length mirror while thinking to herself, "
God, I DO look like a slut!"
She turned back and slowly paced towards the phone. Picking it up, she dialed the ten-digit number He had given her. Her breathing became slightly more labored as she heard the phone at the other end of the line ring. Suddenly, the voicemail message came on. "The wireless customer you are attempting to reach is currently unavailable. At the tone, please leave your message...." Trembling, she dialed the number again. Silently, she prayed that He would answer...that He wouldn't...that He would...wouldn't...would. Desire ran through her veins...nerves playing havoc on her mind. Suddenly, someone picked up the line at the other end.
"Hello little one," came His voice.
"Hello Daddy," she answered.
"Have you been good for Daddy today, little one?" He breathed.
"Yes Daddy," she whispered, a slight tremor in her voice.
"Are you lying to Daddy, babydoll?" He quietly asked her. She didn't reply. "I see. I think that someone needs to tell Me exactly what a bad girl she has been. Don't you?"
Still no reply.
"I expect you to answer Me when I ask you a question, babydoll." His voice, quiet, yet was sounding demanding and slightly annoyed.
"Yes, Daddy," came her subdued reply.
"Good girl. Now tell me. What has My little girl done? Remember, babydoll, don't lie to Me."
Slowly, she takes in a deep breath...then lets it out slowly.
"I have been a bad girl, Daddy," she whispers. "I didn't go straight to sleep last night."
He doesn't say anything...lets the silence drag out.
"I lay there, thinking of all the naughty things You make me do. My hand started playing with my pussy. I..."
"It's not your pussy baby. It's MINE!!! Don't ever forget that." He interrupts.
"Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry, Daddy."
"Good girl, now, carry on. What did My bad little girl do to My pussy?"
"I slid my fingers deeply into it, Daddy." Embarrassment was in her voice...having to say the words aloud.
His voice...silent.
"Then I pulled on the nipples upon Your titties, Daddy. I was very bad. I pushed my fingers in and out of Your pussy and slid my thumb over Your clitty again and again until I made myself cum." Her voice trembling, tears running down her face...ashamed at have being so bad.
"I see," came his reply. "So My little girl thinks that she can play with My pussy when ever she wants. Does she?"
"No, Daddy. I don't, Daddy. I'm sorry, Daddy," hanging her head, ashamed at herself...ashamed of being caught by her Daddy.
"I think you do, baby." (
Quietly
) "I think I shall have to punish you."
Her eyes squeezed shut, her limbs trembling.
"I accept Your punishment Daddy."
"Good girl. Put the phone onto speakerphone."
She does so.
"Good girl. Now, kneel on the floor. Are you kneeling, little one?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl. Spread your legs as wide as they can go, baby. Are you doing it? You had better be..."
"I am Daddy. I promise you I am. I can't get them any further, Daddy."
"Very good, little girl. Place your left arm behind you. Now, cup your right hand. Now, are you listening closely, little one?" His voice harsh...demanding.
"Yes, Daddy." She answers.