i have been talking to Him for many months, shared many fantasies with Him, but the one that i didnât think would ever come true was one where we would do a Daddy/little girl role play. We talked about it, and i hadnât gotten a very positive response from Him, so i dropped the subject all together.
Let me start by saying iâm not a little girl, but i fantasize about playing one with Him. i love the idea of Him calling me His little girl, taking care of me, and that means in more ways than one.
We set up a meeting, on my birthday and it was to be the first for us. He instructed me as to what to wear, skirt, button down shirt, tube socks and shoes; no bra or panties. i thought the tube socks a little strange, but i didnât question Him. my hair was to be pulled into ponytails on both sides of my head, with barrettes holding the wayward strands in place.
We were to meet at a steak house, promptly at 7. i was a little nervous, especially about my attire, not sure how i would look to others; a 27 year old woman dressed as a teenager. i hesitantly walked into the restaurant, and gave the name of my Sir to the Hostess. She led me to an empty table and told me that He hadnât arrived yet. i looked at my watch, 6:59 and my heart started to beat loudly in my chest. Would He show? i decided to take in the menu, to keep my mind busy. The waitress came up and asked if i would like something to drink while i waited, and before i could answer that i needed a stiff drink, i heard that voice seemingly from nowhere, say that i would have a virgin strawberry daiquiri. my breath caught in my throat, my nipples immediately hardened and my pussy became soaked, just that fast. He was here, and i searched around frantically for Him.
my eyes caught His, as the waitress moved away. i know He saw the fear in them, and i knew it would be used against me in the near future. He moved in next to me in the booth, His eyes roving over my body. i felt very self conscious, as no one had ever inspected me so closely before.
âI trust that you followed my directions to the T, little one?â
Hearing His smooth voice call me that was almost too much for me, and i nervously nodded my head at Him.
âProve it to me, now. Lift up your skirt, so that i can make sure that you have no panties on. Then unbutton your shirt low enough, that i can see the swells of your breasts, without a bra.â
Slowly, i moved around in the booth, bringing my skirt up from under my bottom, my eyes never leaving His. i pulled the skirt up high enough so that when He broke the eye contact He saw that indeed i followed His directions. my shaking hands moved to my blouse, trying to unbutton the first few buttons, but with shaking hands, it proved to be difficult. Just then the waitress came back with my drink, and i knew that she saw me working on the buttons. She asked if we were ready to order, and my Sir just waved her away. i took a long breath, and continued with His orders.
âThatâs enough little one, I can see that you follow directions very well. I also see terror in your eyes, and I want you to let go of that. Nothing is going to happen here, that we havenât discussed and agreed to. There may be some surprises tonight, but I believe you will find them exciting.â
Still staring into His eyes, i relaxed and mumbled a nervous âYes, thank You Sirâ. i already knew that i was not to touch Him, or approach Him, unless told to, so i just waited.
âThatâs the first thing my little slut. For tonight, you will not call me Sir, you will refer to me as âPapaâ, is that understood? If i catch you forgetting, there will be a punishment, and one you may not like at all.â
The tone in His voice was very calm, but also menacing. He meant exactly what He said, and i responded âYes, Papa, i understandâ. my pussy was leaking a river by now, and i was sure He could smell it.
The waitress came back, asking if we were ready to order now, and both our attentions were drawn to the menus. i wasnât sure what to order, as i really wasnât hungry at that point. But the decision was taken out of my hands when i heard His next words.
âMy little girl will have a salad, no dressing; the rib eye steak done well, with a baked potato, nothing on it. I will have the Porterhouse steak, also done well, potato with everything on it, and soup. That will be allâ
With that, He again dismissed the waitress, and i could feel my face flush. He had called me âlittle girlâ to the waitress, and my mind wondered what she thought when He did. i looked at Him out of the corner of my eye, my head downcast, and saw that He was studying me intently.
â Pick your head up child, you will not embarrass me in this place of business. you will act like a good girl and eat everything that i have chosen for you, and like it, is that understood?â
i lifted my gaze to Him, and nodded. i thought about the choice of food that He made for me, and how i disliked dry salad, i always ordered my meat medium rare, and i also liked for my potato to have sour cream. i was sure that He knew these things about me, but couldnât understand why He had gone against them all.
âyou look disturbed about something little one. Please, speak freely.â
i hesitantly made Him aware of the difference in His choice, and what mine would have been, and drew back, expecting Him to be upset with me for questioning Him. All i received in return was a laugh, and a shake of His head.
âI have done it deliberately little girl, because when you are with Me, you will do as I say, and eat what I say. If you are having second thoughts about this, you know where the door is, and are free to go at any time.â
i knew that i wouldnât leave Him, i loved this man far too much to ever leave Him, no matter what. As i was deep in thought, i felt His hand moving across my thigh under the table, until it met with my wetness.
âI think you are liking this very much, are you not little slutty one? I feel how excited you are, I see how your nipples are hard and begging me to touch them. I wonât now though, because I wish for the waitress to see them this way also. you want that also, donât you slut?â
With that, i felt something cold and plastic being pressed against my pussy lips, pushing for entry. Without looking down, i could tell it was one of those vibrating eggs, so i opened my legs even further for Him, and with my wetness, it slid in with no problem.
With a groan, i answered. âYes Papa, i do. Your little girl is excited by this show we are putting on for the waitress.â i couldnât believe that i was hearing this come out of my own mouth. i really was a slut, to be getting excited by all this!
âGood, now when the waitress comes back with our soup and salad, I want you to perform for her. Iâm not going to tell you what to do, because I want to see what that trashy brain of yours will come up with. Just make your Papa proud little oneâ
The nervousness returned, as i saw the waitress across the dining room, headed for our table. i felt a slow vibration inside my pussy, and knew He had turned the egg on. When the waitress set the food down, i caught her eye, and brought the fingers of both hands up to my nipples, and rubbed them through my shirt, making them hard little nubs. The waitress broke the eye contact, only to look down at what my fingers were doing. i felt the vibrations in my pussy getting stronger, so my fingers got bolder. i pinched each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, then licked my lips pretending it was my nipple.
The waitress seemed perplexed, and not sure that she was actually seeing this, when Papa spoke up.
âDo you like what you see here? My little girl is horny, and it is her birthday. I have allowed her to touch herself, but only in front of you Rachel. her pussy is soaking wet, and I'm sure she would love to have you between her legs right now, or vise versa. i could make my little slut girl eat you out like youâve never been eaten before. What time is it that you get off work?â
Rachel broke her gaze away to look at Him. She didnât appear to know what to say, but just nodded and simply said â10:30â.
Papa grinned from ear to ear, and said âExcellent, then we will expect you at my room after that.â
He gave her the Hotel information, and she walked away. i swore that she was walking funny, as if she was holding her legs together.
Papa told me to stop playing with my nipples, and asked me what i thought about the plans He had just made for us.
âi will gladly do anything You ask of me Papa, i am Yours to direct.â
âThatâs my good little slut; perfect answer. you know that we will have plenty of time before then, for me to play with you, right little one?â
All i wanted to do right then was get out of the restaurant, go back to His room and finally submit my whole being to Him, but i knew that dinner had to come first. i wasnât sure how i was going to be able to sit there through dinner, without cumming. The egg was still on a dull roar in my pussy, and my clit felt like a boulder between my legs.
âRelax little one, I will turn the egg off for now, and we will eat. you are going to need your nourishment for tonight, so I will let you eat in peace.â
With that, Rachel came back to the table with our meal, a grin on her face from ear to ear. She said that she had talked to the manager, and because today was my birthday, the meal would be on the house. She winked at us, then walked away.
We ate in relative silence, i donât think i even tasted any of it. i was wondering what the night had in store for us, and was nervous about the visit from Rachel. i had never tasted another womanâs pussy, and wanted to please Papa.
We left the restaurant, my Papaâs arm around me, His hand on my ass cheek. i no longer cared what people thought, because my mind was on what would happen once we left the restaurant. We walked out in the warm night air, and hailed a cab. Once seated inside, He put His hands between my legs, opening them up far enough that the driver would be able to see my wet pussy, if he looked in the mirror.