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.
The crowd I noticed..were no longer walking around but now just standing facing the stage and the talk was silent being replaced instead by the sounds of soft moans and the subtle sounds of someone.....slurping then gagging followed by more moaning.
I shifted to try to see better but could only see a few men with unzipped pants stroking cocks of various stages of excitement...a few had women's hands stroking them...I could tell by the brightly coloured nail polish. It was then that the silent elderly gentlemen beside me spoke, almost tenderly patting his lap.... " come...sit" it was so quick I wasn't even sure it was me he speaking to...looking up at him I saw his eyes on me... He raised an eyebrow...I stood up and stepped in front of him...he smirked and with his fingers motioned me me turn around facing away from him and as I did...he quickly pulled me up into his lap...my bare legs dangling over his knees briefly until I felt his large string hands both on my upper inner thighs parting my slender legs so each leg fell over the side of his knees...dangling there.
I felt the cool rush of air tickle my smooth bare pussy...the velvety lips slightly parting to revel the softest pink petals hidden beneath...House rules of the Dungeon were simple...no unescorted subs or slaves and no panties...no exceptions.