(Note: This story is designed to be read by the sub in a D/s relationship. Particularly, by a younger female sub for an older male Dom. The story is written in the first person and the present tense from the Domβs point of view. It is NOT meant to imply or support any real incestuous relationships. In addition, the story is not meant to imply that the sub is in any way younger than the age of consent.
Further, the story contains two symbols that need to be edited to make the story much more fun to read. Load the story into your favorite word processor and replace βMaryβ with any name you would like; yours if you are a sub or your sub if you are a Dom. Then replace Denver with any city you like. A good word processor will fix the case correctly on each word. The Dom is simply called βDaddyβ by the sub and therefore no name replacement is required. I have begun part two but it needs more work to not be city specific. If I get good feedback and interest in the second part, I shall prepare the second part.)
I take the taxi to the hotel in Denver and review my notes for the business meeting in the cab. I know that I have to be prepared for the business meeting tomorrow that has brought me to your city and I want to do well so that I will get to return. But, I know too that since tonight is our first time to meet, I want to not be in a hurry. When the cab arrives at the hotel, I pay the fare and go check in. The room is nice and the bed is large and comfortable. The room is fairly high up and the large windows open to a nice view of the city. I smile to myself, thinking about having you stand naked against the window with your arms and legs spread. The thought causes me to begin to get an erection but I turn and put my things away. I turn on the TV and wait for you to call.
After about an hour, I am getting nervous because you haven't called. I worry that something has happened or you changed your mind, or lost my contact information, or wrote it down wrong and have called the wrong hotel. Finally, the phone rings and when I answer, there you are. You are downstairs and I suggest that I come down and that we go to the restaurant to get a bite to eat before coming upstairs. You agree and we hang up. I come down and look around the lobby and spot you immediately. You look at me and it is clear you recognize me too. I walk calmly to you and you get up and wait by your chair. When I get to you, you smile and look down. I reach out and caress your hair as I have so often done in text. It feels lovely to me. "Give me a hug, sweetie," I say softly. You smile and put your arms around me and we hug. The hug goes on and on as you don't really want to let go because you are enjoying the way it feels after wanting to for so long. "I think it would be inappropriate for you to kneel for me here in the lobby, Mary, but you can kneel on the couch. It will look like you chose that instead of sitting." You let go and kneel on the couch, the skirt I told you to wear settling modestly over your thighs.
I sit and look at you. "You look just as lovely as I knew you would," I tell you and you blush again.
"Thank you, daddy," you say softly. "I am so glad you are here. I have been very nervous about the meeting, but it feels very good to me." I smile, for although you always type the word βyouβ with a capital letter I almost feel that I hear it when you say it.
I nod and say "Good honey, because I am not going to hurt you in anyway that you don't like, and I know from all our conversations that you don't like pain. At anytime, if I do something that scares you, you are given permission right now to tell me so. You must then tell me why so we can work together on not having you be scared."
Your eyes are so big and round but they are smiling as you say, "Yes, daddy. Thank you."
I rise and hold out my hand to you. "Come, let's go into the restaurant and get something to eat and talk some more. Then and only then if you are comfortable, shall we go to the room and be alone." You take my hand and we walk to the restaurant and are seated at a table for two, with low romantic lighting and no one very close by. The waiter hands you a menu and then one to me and leaves.
"What may I have, daddy?" You ask, your eyes roaming over my face.
"You may have any salad you would like, and any chicken or non-meat dish you want. You may not have any fish except for shrimp nor any red meat." I reply, looking at the menu myself. You select a dish within those guidelines and tell me what you want. I select a dish as well and close my menu, setting it aside. For a few minutes, we talk about the flight up and I tell you some about the business meeting that caused me to be coming up. The waiter arrives and I tell him to your joy, "My daughter will have....".
After he leaves, you blush again, and say, "Daddy, that gave me a tingle when you called me your daughter."
"Good, my dear. But tonight you are." Smiling, I pass the bread basket to you and you take a roll and return the basket to me. I go on to talk more about the meeting and sooner than we might have expected, our dinner arrives. As you are served your entree, I say to you, "Honey, before you begin to eat, I think there is something you need to do." The waiter leaves and you look up at me expectantly. "Do you have panties on?"
*Yes, sir," you reply. "Was I not supposed to have them on?"
"No, there was not a specific directive about panties." I say. "But I don't want you to wear panties for dinner. Go to the ladies room and remove them. Then wash your hands and return to the table. When you sit down, don't flash me or anyone, just be modest."
"Yes daddy," you reply. You rise from the table and go off in search of the ladies room. In a little while you return, with the panties wadded into a ball in one hand.