I answered the phone, 'Hello," I was still breathless, as I wiped the sweat off my brow. I had just walked in the door from walking a couple of miles. As I waited for an answer I glanced at my watch and thought of what I would do that afternoon.
The voice on the other end was deep, and I recognized it immediately. It was the voice of Daddy. "Just reminding you of your appointment tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock." was all that was said.
Taking a deep breath, I only said. "Yes Doctor." And we both hung up. I was smiling ear to ear. Because I knew that Daddy was in town. And we would be meeting in the morning. Since I didn't work, he knew I would be available for him at his request.
I was so excited that I did a little happy dance right there in my living room. I could already feel the dampness between my legs. I felt the need to touch myself because I was so thrilled to be having the chance to play doctor with Daddy again tomorrow.
But I knew his rules. When I got his phone call, there would be no more masturbation. And currently he had me masturbating three times a day for him. I was to spend no less than fifteen minutes and no more than thirty five minutes per masturbation session. And I was to force myself to cum as often as possible in the time that I had. I was only allowed to use toys on myself.
Looking at my watch I frowned because I saw it was only 11:30 in the morning. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew that I would miss my noon session today. And I wouldn't feel any relief until he gave it to me in person. He knew my body would be going through withdrawals and would be craving his touch even more.
I could almost visualize him in his hotel room. He would be sitting on the edge of the bed with an evil grin on his lips. He would put the phone receiver down. And he would slowly open his bag of toys and tricks that was at his feet. He always took great care in preparing the room for us.
But right now I took a deep breath trying to decide how I would make it through the rest of the day. Following his rules the best I could. Slowly I walked across the house and down the hall and into the master bathroom. I stripped off most of my sweaty clothes, and put them into the hamper.
I looked at myself in the mirror, smiling when I saw the front of my sports bra soaking wet. My let down was starting already. I always found it amazing how Daddy had trained my breasts to respond to him. When I couldn't be with him I could pump. But when I knew we would be together my breasts also seemed to know it as well, and they seemed to have a mind of their own. And already they were starting the extra milk production just for him to suckle. I smiled because I also knew the rule.
The secret to having good milk production was very simple, supply and demand. For the rest of the day, and into the night I was to pump every hour to hour and a half. And seven in the morning would be the last time I would be allowed to pump. He knew my breast would be heavy and full for him.
I stood there and removed my bra. Watching my reflection in the vanity mirror as the milk oozed out of my nipples. I couldn't wait until I would feel the warmth of his lips on my nipples. I could almost feel his teeth nipping and teasing my nipples. My mind remembered how he would alternate his sucking pattern, from light to hard, removing the milk for himself.
The letdown was getting stronger now and my milk was now dripping faster. It was running down my belly. The milk was pooling on the floor at my feet. I looked in the mirror at my dripping breasts and smiled.
The quick shower I had planned on was now going to turn into a long and detailed bath. I knew I had better take great care with my bathing rituals for Daddy, because he would notice. He had told me exactly what he wanted, and I agreed.
Filling up the tub, I added a generous amount of the bath salts that Daddy provided for me. It softened the skin and smelled of fresh lilacs. I checked the temperature of the water to make sure it was just the right degree of hotness before I stepped into the tub.
Laying back I scooped handfuls of the hot water over my semi-exposed breasts and neck. Sighing with satisfaction that tomorrow I would get to play the role of a thoroughly examined patient. Remembering that last time Daddy and I played doctor and patient. I wanted to spread my legs and touch myself till I came over and over with the delicious thoughts I was having.
My mind was wandering. Thinking of what my doctor might do to me this time. Would he bring that friend he was always teasing me about? Would he restrain me with words or rope? Maybe tape would be his choice tomorrow. I knew he would take me through the usual exam, that was just a given. But it was the new things he would try with me that made it exciting. I wondered how far he would stretch me. How far would he take me for his pleasures?
I sighed and reached for a bar of caress instead. Lathering up a washcloth, I took my time in soaping my toes all the way up my long legs. I was very careful not to pleasure myself as I washed the area at the junction between my legs. Running the wash cloth over my engorged my breasts, and smoothing it over my neck and back down my flat belly. Leaning forward I used the soapy cloth to wash my back. Satisfied that I was now scrubbed clean, I rinsed the soap from my body.
Next I slowly exfoliated my entire body using the special mixture made from baking soda and shower gel. My hands felt almost numb by the time I was done rubbing the mixture over my skin. But I smiled after I rinsed and felt how smooth my skin now felt.
Sitting on the edge of the tub, I reached for the bar of beauty soap and lathered my leg from my toes to my thighs. The secret was the moisturizer in the soap. It seemed to work better than shave gel. That always seemed to clog my razor. I took special care and time in shaving my legs and under arms. And the results could be found when touching my smooth skin.
Now it was time to shave my pussy. I slowly lathered the entire area. I savored the feeling as my fingers brushed over that forbidden area. But I was very careful at the same time not to pleasure myself in any way. I let the razor blade slowly glide across my skin, using a mirror to help guide me. And I didn't stop until the last hair was gone and I was completely happy with the results.
I knew how Daddy preferred my pussy completely hairless. As a reward he would dance his tongue across my clit, as his fingers slid to find my g-spot to bring me total pleasure. I now knew I had to take great care in shaving, because of the one time I was a little sloppy. For that I received punishment and my bottom was sore for days. But the punishment fit the crime, I did know better.
Last but not least I let the plug out of the tub and adjusted the water temperature for a shower. I didn't want to use the same bath water to bath in and shave as I would use to wash my long chestnut brown hair. I stood under the sunflower style shower head and let the water fall over my head and body. I ran my hands through my hair and along my body making sure I was rinsed clean, fresh, and hairless.
Before I left the bathroom I dressed in my pink fleecy bathrobe, the one I wore only when I was alone. Before leaving the bathroom I looked at myself and gave myself a sultry smile, and squeezed my tits through my robe. I knew how Daddy loved his slutty girl. And I went into my bedroom to pick out my clothes for tomorrow. I wanted to look nice for my doctor's appointment.
For the rest of the day I dressed in a pair of black shorts, and a dark purple low cut "V" neck top. No panties. That was another one of his rules. From the moment I receive his phone call to 78 hours after we were together. When that time was up I could go back and start wearing my thongs again. The before rule was so I would be in a constant state of arousal, wet and ready. And the after rule was so I would remember out time together.
I put on my nursing bra. Because I knew I would need the support of the industrial strength bra this afternoon. With all the extra pumping, I knew my body would go into over production of milk for his pleasure. And I knew Daddy was always pleased at what my body would do for him.
After I dressed I closed my eyes and envisioned Daddy. His loving smile as he preformed his exams and tests. He would tell me to go in the bathroom and following the directions that he left on the counter. How I enjoy walking out in the open back exam gown. Seeing him fully clothed looking very professional, complete with white lab coat.
The rest of the day seemed to go quickly. My time was spent on general housework. With my mind wandering and wondering at all the things my doctor would do to my body. My breasts were heavy and a constant reminder and my pussy was wet with need. My pussy needed him to manipulate it with his hands and mold my body into what he desired.
I also had my kitchen timer set for every hour. At which time I would pump both breasts. And they were already responding to the attention. I had to put nursing pads in my bra to keep me dry because they were leaking at the very thought of Daddy's lips on my nipples.
My pussy was wet all day. Oh how I wanted and craved to touch myself. Or be touched. But I obeyed Daddy's rules. I had to change my shorts several times that day because my pussy was so wet. As I pumped my breasts, my pussy would go through a letdown of its own. The juices would run from me. Oh how Daddy trained my body well.
That night I went to bed late. Sadly I need to wear the nursing bra with several pads in place, under my teal nightgown. A very sexy and slinky satin nightgown with spaghetti straps. That swept down low between my breasts and deep in the back. When I did go to bed I curled up on my left side and went to sleep. Dreaming of what tomorrow might bring.
I woke up early. Or rather it was my breasts that woke me up. They were full and felt hard as rocks and they hurt. They needed to be pumped. Milk was already leaking out of my nipples. I smiled knowing that Daddy or rather I should say my doctor would be very pleased with this.
That morning pumping was the first thing that had to be done. And I was surprised at the amount of milk I expressed. But I knew they would fill back up fast. I was too nervous to eat. But I made sure to drink plenty since I received the call from my doctor reminding me of my appointment this morning.
I was careful with my makeup, letting it look only a little slutty. I had a particular shade of rose blush that I wore only for Daddy. With eye shadow that highlighted my green eyes. But I applied it a little darker and more prominent than I normally wore. With mascara that wasn't waterproof, knowing it would run if I cried. Daddy liked to see proof of my tears if tears were his goal. And red lipstick was the final touch.
I styled my hair so it was swept up in a conservative bun. That way he could pull it out of its restraints and run his fingers through the silky length of it. Or pull it hard as he saw fit. So when I left his room, my hair would be messed up. It was silent proof that I was a little bit of a tramp and had been well fucked.
Leaving the bathroom, I entered my bedroom with a brilliant smile. I couldn't wait to get dressed. This I did slowly as I glanced at the clock. I had the time to enjoy and savor this private time of getting ready for him. On my dresser were the clothes that I had already laid out.
Sitting on the edge of the bed I hooked the garter around my waist. And I rolled my black stockings up each leg. Smoothing them out and hooking them to the garter straps. Next I put on the black cupless corset. Since it was already laced tightly in the back, I had to lie down on the bed flat on my back. I took a deep breath in, to hook and zip it up in the front. As it left my full breasts fully exposed.
