My Daddy Dom was a strict silver haired gentlemen with a hunger for perversion and a lust for petite,flat chest and eager young ladies like myself...I was 18 5 feet tall, with wide eyes, a hairless body and the inability to keep my naughty delicate little fingers out of my panties most days.
Daddy saw me in BDSM dungeon club...peeking through a doorway I was forbidden to enter unleashed, unowned. He caught my eye...anI quickly felt nervous, as though I'd just been....caught...and I had.
Daddy walked towards me in his grey suit...every silver hair in place with his freshly shaved face smelling like warm vanilla cigars and very expensive whiskey...
He nodded to a large built younger man...who stepped aside and allowed an open path...from Daddy's shiny shoes to where I was standing...in my tiny plaid skirt transparent crisp white tailored blouse my hard button nipples gently pressing against the thin fabric...nervously hitting my lower lip..tasting my strawberry flavoured lip gloss.
He approached me...stopping long enough to say... " Come", then turned to walk through the crowd not looking back....as I followed him..head down trying to keep my eyes on him.
Slipping through the small crowd of onlookers I found him sitting in a large leather wing backed chair...staring ahead at the tiny stage a head...as I stopped beside his chair he pointed to the floor without even looking at me....and I knelt quietly staring ahead at the legs of people mulling around only catching glimpses of the stage ahead.
I was fidgeting,shifting my 97 pound frame from side to the other...biting my lip and squirming as I knelt there....unsure exactly what I was waiting for.