Dear diary, sorry I haven't written in you for... well I guess it's been months, but this day is so important to me - really changed my life - I decided to write it all down while Daddy sleeps.
I think in my earlier entry I wrote about David. He's this guy mom introduced me to. I guess she met him and thought that he'd been a good match for me even though he was much older. He was in college and really smart. He's was so tall and good looking, and I really wanted something to happen with him, but he didn't really show much interest in me till I started my senior year in high school and turned 18. Then he finally asked me out on a date! I mean I know he's older, two years out of college now, but it's only a 7 year difference.
Anyway, he took me to dinner (a really nice place too!) and afterwards back to his house - Two years out of college and he owns his own house! We made out a bit and then he suggested we play Hide and Seek. That seemed funny to me, more of a kid's game, but he gave me some special rules: I would always hide and he would always be the one to seek me. I could hide anywhere in the house and I would have to get back to the big, old couch in his living room to win.
And then he gave me some special rules. He would not only have to tag me, but hold me until I surrendered. If I managed to wiggle away from him I could still get to the couch and win. Also, when I surrendered, I would have actually stop wiggling and trying to get away and just relax to show I'd really given up. Finally he gave me a safe word "Banana" so that if I felt bad about anything he'd know to immediately stop. But anything else I said except "Banana" or "I surrender" he'd just ignore.
OMG, it was so exciting. I don't think I got to the couch once, but having him chase me, catch me and pin me to the floor was such a turn on! He's so strong. Well, he's bigger than me. 6'4" to my 5'1" and double my weight, so I guess I really didn't have much chance, but I did try. And once he had me pinned he would tickle me and start kissing me and it was so hot!
The third or fourth time he tackled me I was sort on his lap trying to get away with his arm around my waist when he reached up, slipped his right hand under my top and started feeling up my left tit. I shouted "Stop That!", but he ignored me, as I knew he would because I hadn't used the safe word. It's a turn on to be wrestling like that and able to beg him to stop, but he just ignores it! Besides I know it's a turn on for him when I start begging.
I kept trying to pull his hand off me, but he was too strong. Then he started whispering in my ear, "Poor little Clarissa! The big mean man is molesting her and she's just too weak to stop him" and other stuff like that. OMG that really got me going! Just teasing me like that!
I was trying to pull his arm away and push myself off his lap with my legs and I made the mistake of opening my legs to do that and suddenly his left hand shot down and grabbed me by the pussy under my skirt. He started to rub me down there, but it was embarrassing as I already had a wettie. "This is the classic way you molest a little girl," he whispered in my ear. "One hand on her tit and the other holding her pussy!" That kind of talk got me so aroused. Especially when he called me a little girl!
I finally stopped fighting and just let me play with me. I didn't say I 'surrender' though. I just let him feel me up and play with me to I came. It felt so, so good!!!
Anyway after that we started seeing each other at least once a week. He started calling me his "little girl" and telling me I was a "good girl" and I started calling him "Daddy." I never had a real daddy and I really like calling him that. I could finally have a Daddy to look after me.
He took me places and bought me clothes. He even told me how to dress on our dates. I really liked that he cared enough to do that. He liked the preppy or school girl look on me so he bought me stuff like that (even though I don't wear a uniform to school). I think he liked to dress me kind of slutty with really super short skirts and crop tops. Sometimes I get embarrassed, but it's also such a turn on. And I like that he seems to want to show me off wherever we go.
Anyway, I started reading about "Daddy" and "Little Girl" relationships on the internet and realized that's what I wanted with David. To be dominated by him. I think he probably had that in mind when he asked me out. I mean, in some ways I've never grown up. I still love Disney movies and playing with dolls and I thought it would turn boys off, but with David it's okay.
I also read about girls being "collared." Becoming like slaves or pets to their guys and I started to want that so much. I wanted to wear my new Daddy's collar.
Anyway one night I asked him if he would collar me. He smiled and told me he was glad I was thinking that way, but I should be sure that's what I wanted. I was still pretty young and in high school, he told me. He explained that when a girl let's herself be collared she is offering the man a gift: her body. It will belong to him, not her anymore. Her tits will not belong to her and more, but to him. Her pussy will be his and even her asshole will belong to him. And he can use his property anyway he pleases and the girl shouldn't stop him, but help him in to do whatever he desires to do to her.
He said that he couldn't think of a more wonderful gift than my teenage body to own, use and enjoy, but I was still young and a virgin and I should think about it for at least a week. He told me right out that if I did this he would not hesitate to use my body for his entertainment and pleasure. In fact, it would be wrong for him to hold back not use such a wonderful gift that had been given to him. I would become a living sex toy for him.
I was so flattered that he found my body so desirable. I mean, I'm just a pretty average girl. Long, straight brown hair and brown eyes. Not very big tits, some people have told me I have a "cute" face, and I do have pretty long legs for a girl this short. They are probably my best feature, but that's about it. I'm not some blonde girl with big tits like you find on the cheerleader squad.
I really didn't need a week to decide, but I waited anyway as I wanted it to seem like I had thought more about it than I had. Next week I told him that was exactly what I wanted. His birthday as coming up in two weeks and I told him that I wanted to make my body his birthday present. I want him to have my virginity as a special gift. I can only give it once and I want it to be for him.
He liked this idea and told me that we should have a "Collaring Ceremony" for me involving just the two of us. I loved that idea and we set the date for last night!
So he told me how to dress for it: A short pleated, plaid skirt and a little white halter top. Also, white thigh high stockings with bows on the top. He had me put my hair into pigtails with bows that match those on the stockings.
He told me I should also freshly shave down there so my pussy was completely bare and ready to be used.
When he arrived last evening he gave me some extra requirements. No panties. I had gone out with him before wearing a short skirt with no panties, but only for a few minutes, late at night to get ice cream, not for like a whole dinner date. This really made me nervous. I mean I was nervous when I'd done it on ice cream runs, but then it was also kind of fun and exciting and there weren't many people around to see if something happened like my skirt blowing up. Now if something went wrong a whole restaurant of people might see my pussy!
But I figured that he was also testing my obedience, so I did what he asked without arguing and got another "good girl."
Then after I took off the panties he handed me a tear dropped thing that I realized was a butt plug. We had never used one of these before, but I'd seen it on the internet. I was a lot bigger than I expected and the end part that's supposed to stick out from your ass read "Slut" on it. Daddy told me to put the tear drop shape in my mouth and lube it up with my saliva, and kneel, bend over and lift my skirt. I did as he asked and he told me I was a "good girl."
He pulled out a bottle with a pointed nozzle on it, sort of like what they use to dispense mustard with. It was filled with lube, however, and after letting a lot of it pour down my ass crack, he spread my cheeks and pushed the nozzle into my butt hole and started filling me up. It was kind of cold inside me, but it felt good.
When I'd put a lot of saliva on the plug he took it from me and started slowly pushing it into my butthole. Sort of working it in there, telling me to relax back there so it would go in easier. It took a few minutes and I was so, so stretched back there when he finally popped it into me. Once inside it actually felt good and I liked the feeling of being filled. Daddy told me I would be wearing a butt plug on future dates as I was a good reminder for me that he was the one in charge. He was right. It's hard to ignore something that big and heavy up your ass!
I was so nervous as we got out of the car at the restaurant in the city. He never taken me somewhere this fancy before. The place had a big bar with lots of bottles and all the people were dressed up. I felt so grown up on his arm as we walked in, but super nervous wearing nothing but the butt plug under my short skirt. Daddy looked so handsome in his dark suit! I was so proud to be with him.
I wondered if some people maybe thought we were actually father and daughter. In his suit he looks quite a bit older and because I'm short and wearing pigtails I look much younger than my age. I saw a lot of men staring at us smiling and some women who looked disapproving.
The place where you ate at the restaurant was in the basement and down a set of stairs. I was nervous going down wearing my platform high heels, but Daddy had his arm around me to steady me. I was also worried that somebody might look up at the wrong time and see my pussy as I had no panties. I don't think anyone did, but it still made me nervous.
We finally got seated at our table and it was so romantic. Our table was under this stone arch in the cellar and kind of dark and private. When I sat down Daddy had taught me never to sit on my skirt, but spread it out around me so my bare bottom was right on the seat, so I could feel the cold leather against my skin and pussy.