When I woke up the next morning Daddy hadn't called or texted so I assumed I had cleaned his kitchen well. I rolled out of bed, got dressed for the day, ate a bit of lunch and went to my afternoon classes.
It was strange to me how the world kept moving on even when I felt crushed. But move on it did. My best friend had a new boyfriend. There was a disciplinary meeting for someone in a campus organization I belonged to. One of my professors missed class to have her baby.
When my day ended and I walked back to the commuter lot on campus to go home, I finally got a text from Daddy. "You've been a good girl, what with the dishes and not bugging me all day. You deserve a reward. You may have an orgasm tonight if you wish. Only one."
I sighed, so not the reward I wanted. But it would have to do. I sent back a "thank you" as I knew was expected.
At my apartment I found my roommates engaged in the movie He's Just Not That into You. I rolled my eyes, but sat down to watch with them anyways. After that movie finished one of my roommates, Eve, went on a rant about the film industry's portrayal of women. Though I agreed with her, I felt I had no room to talk, given my current situation.
Soon I excused myself to my room, unable to bear their normal talk anymore. I snuggled up on my bed and realized that if I was so miserable one word could fix it all.
I grabbed my phone and texted Daddy, "Red," before curling up and falling asleep, skipping giving myself an orgasm like Daddy had offered.
I woke up late the next morning, but it wasn't a problem because I only had one evening class. When I looked at my phone it informed me of 9 missed calls, 11 text messages, and 4 voicemails. They were all from Daddy. I couldn't deal with looking at the messages because I knew he was mad. I wasn't even sure my safe word counted in this situation. I wondered what the hell I had been thinking sending him that text. I turned my phone off, putting off dealing with it. I couldn't hear him say he loved her more and that he was moving away with her and fuck me.
I had time to kill before class so I went made myself eggs, fake bacon, and toast. I ate my meal trying not to think of what the messages on my phone might have been about.
After eating I went back to my room, locked my door, and logged onto literotica and read some sexy Daddy-Dom stories and got myself off. I used my bright pink rabbit vibrator and fucked myself with it. It made my pussy and clit tingle in the best ways. I came so many times because Daddy's rules didn't matter anymore. I reminded myself that since he was probably breaking up with me I should think of him as Rob. I burst out laughing when I made the connection of Rob's real name, Robert, therefore I was ignoring Robert's Rules (like the ones judiciary bodies use for order). Suddenly my laughing turned into crying. It was the worst feeling when I pulled my rabbit out of me and curled into a ball. I fell back asleep.
