Prequel
Daddy, where are you?
I need a strong man to take care of me, to teach me, to love me, and hold me when the world becomes too much. I'll be such a good girl for you! But sometimes, just sometimes I can't be good, sometimes I just get so bratty and pouty that I will need you to take a firm hand to me, to remind me why bad behavior is punished and good behavior is rewarded.
Can you be that man? Please say you are mine and I can be yours completely. Don't disappear, breaking my faith and my heart again. It's happened too many times. I have so much to give but are you strong enough to take it all? Can you control the wildcat and nurture the kitten in me?
If you are strong enough for a strong submissive woman, please contact me. No posers, no wannabes, no 'just here for a quick jerk off' need apply. Don't tease me with possibilities. I need you every day and every night. I am ready to be yours...please find me.
Your Kitten
The personal ad had connected them. At last they found each other. All the others had fallen away until only he was left. When they came together, it was everything.
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Michael sat at the small table sipping his beer and waiting. Vanessa was late. He suspected he knew the reason why and that made him smile, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to pay for it later.
Their time together had been full of surprises. First there was the surprise of finding such a poignant ad on the site for kinksters. There was such sweetness and longing to it that he had to answer but he hesitated, sure she would be snatched up right away. This seemed to be confirmed when months went by before she replied to his message. Michael found out later that her inbox had been completely full within hours of posting the ad and it had taken her a while to sort through them all. Easiest to get rid of were the asshats; those were deleted without a reply. There were a few seemingly reasonable inquiries that turned out to be wannabes - she didn't waste any more time on them and yet a few back and forth messages had to be gone through.
Vanessa told him of two others besides him, that she thought might have been the daddy she was looking for. The first of the two was a very sexy man that she felt comfortable with right away. He was well spoken and seemed to genuinely care for her, but she soon grew frustrated with his lack of time for her and that made her question herself. The other contender was an instantaneously hot connection that she was thrilled with. She was sure he was the one but then he just stopped communicating and never gave her any explanation. This devastated Vanessa and she was very close to giving up. If these two that she had been so sure of turned out so wrong, then maybe she was the problem?
Then she got to his message. She almost didn't bother to reply.
"What's the point?" she thought. "Well, I've come this far, I might as well answer. At least I'm polite," she thought with an inward snarl at the one that ghosted her.
Vanessa was more careful in her replies to Michael, more cautious about opening up to him. But Michael was patient and genuinely interested in her and he restored her faith in herself. Their texting became calling and then finding out they lived in nearby cities was the icing on this particular cake. Now they made regular visits as often as possible and had grown even closer.
He was so glad he had answered her ad and that she had given him a chance.
All this ran through his mind when he finally spotted her walking toward him. He admired her elegant looks even in casual wear such as the jeans and tee shirt she was wearing tonight. Her long dark hair and brown eyes were beautiful, but it was her mobile, expressive face that captured his attention. The ankle boots she wore lengthened her legs and the jeans were tight enough that he saw a few heads turning to watch her as she went past.
Ahh, it was as he suspected. Vanessa was feeling naughty tonight and the thin light pink shirt she was wearing clearly displayed that she wasn't wearing a bra. She knew he loved it when her full breasts were unfettered and her hard nipples poked through the material.
She finally reached him and leaned in for a kiss, making sure she brushed her hard nipple against his arm as she did. He smelled her perfume and happily kissed her back.
"Hello! Sorry I'm late! I got caught in a call just as I was leaving," she told him as she sat down.
"Is that so?" he asked. "Was there any other reason you're late?"
She flushed a bit and looked at him mischievously. "Well I was wondering about the gift you left me."
"What were you wondering? Were my instructions not clear?"
"Yes...," she said slowly, a puzzled look on her face. "But what does it do?" she asked.
Michael casually picked up his phone and pressed it a couple of times. Vanessa jumped a bit and her deep brown eyes got wide. Just then the waitress came over and asked her for her order. Vanessa tried to answer but swallowed heavily instead.
The waitress looked slightly puzzled at the delay and Michael looked at her with a concerned expression on his face though she could see his blue eyes laughing at her. She was finally able to take a breath and said, "Tom Collins, please."
After the waitress left, she turned to Michael and said, "That was...what was that?"
He smiled at her and pressed his index finger to his phone screen again. She watched him slide his finger upwards and suddenly her eyes widened again and she shivered all over.
"Are you all right Kitten?" he asked with a grin. She looked at him across the table and couldn't make a sound though her heart skipped a beat at his special name for her. He continued to play with his phone, sliding his finger up and down, watching her fidget on the stool. She trembled and sighed with each swipe of his finger. He teased her by asking her questions about her job and regular chit chat and when she stumbled on an answer slid his finger up until she answered before sliding it back down.
Vanessa was flushed and breathless and only halfway through her drink when she pleaded, "Please Michael! You're driving me crazy!" Her hands trembled as she raised the glass to her lips and he loved that her need was so openly showing on her.
"You don't like my gift, kitten?" he asked.
Vanessa swallowed a sip of her drink, grateful that the teasing rumbles from the vibe in her pussy were at a low buzz. At least she could think now. She looked at Michael and smiled warmly, she knew when he called her kitten that the evening was going to be special.
"Of course I do, but you better be prepared to finish what you've started with this wicked little thing!"
"Don't I always?" he asked with a cheeky grin. He drew out a box from his jacket pocket and handed it to her. She smiled again. He was so good to her, always gifting her with little things. She loved his attention and care of her. She looked at the box carefully; it wasn't very heavy and only about as big as her hand. She shook it a little and glanced mischievously at him as she did so. He grinned back, used to her antics. This is why he loved to surprise her; he took as much pleasure in her opening the presents as she took in receiving them.
Finally, she opened the box and drew out a soft fabric and leather choker collar in a beautiful shade of purple. It was gathered in the center with a small bow from which a ring and a small heart medallion hung. She lifted her eyes to his, and gasped out. "A collar? For me Daddy?"
"It has your name on it doesn't it?" he asked. She looked more closely at the heart medallion and saw that it said 'Kitten' on one side and 'Vanessa' on the other.
"Oh! Would you help me put it on?" She lifted her long dark hair away from her neck and waited for him to stand and come behind her. He did, pressing into her back as he leaned forward to grab the collar. She could feel his hardness pressed against her lower back and she wiggled against him. He wrapped the collar tight against her throat and tied it in a neat bow at her nape. He placed a warm kiss there, smelling her unique fragrance, and slipped his hand quickly around to grope her breast, tweaking a hard nipple. She inhaled sharply and felt his collar move with her. The feeling was indescribable, so warm and belonging. He looked down at her and their eyes met, all teasing gone for now.
"Are you done your drink?" he asked in a near growl of a voice. She nodded, not caring that she wasn't. Michael threw down some bills on the table and grabbed her hand, pulling her along with him as they walked urgently through the pub to the door.
Once through the door, Michael kept hold of her hand until they rounded the corner of the building. It was a semi private spot away from the main road though a bit close to the trash bins. They didn't notice their less than romantic location as their mouths collided and they kissed passionately. He gathered both her wrists in one hand and stretched them above her head while with his other hand he pulled up her shirt to expose her big breasts and the hard nipples standing out so prominently. He dove like a starving man onto first her left breast and then her right. Furiously flicking each nipple with his tongue before taking it between his teeth and biting gently, then sucking hard on it until with a pop it came out of his mouth. Immediately he repeated this on the other nipple. Vanessa squirmed and bucked against him, desperate to touch him as well. Her earlier stimulation from the vibe adding to the fire he was building in her now.
"Please, please...oh... OH..." her pleading, mewling noises finally penetrated his brain and he lifted his head to look at her.
"Oh, Kitten seeing you wear my collar makes me crazy!" He kissed her hard and grabbed her hand again, this time more gently though no less urgently. Vanessa struggled to get her shirt pulled down with her other hand as they walked, glad the car wasn't too far away.
She was slightly confused when he unlocked the back-seat door and told her, "Get in."
For a moment she thought he was going to join her but he shut the door, walked around and climbed into the driver's seat. He said, "Take off your jeans Kitten," and she smiled and did as she was told. Perhaps she wiggled a bit more than necessary in order to do so but he didn't mind. When she tossed them on the seat beside her, he caught her eye in the rearview mirror and told her, "How wet are your panties, Kitten?" he asked.
She stroked thoughtfully between her open thighs, knowing he was watching her. "Mmmm... quite wet Daddy. Soaked from all your teasing earlier!" she smiled and pouted her lips at him.
"Take them off too."
Vanessa's eyes widened a bit but she wriggled out of those too, pulling the quite wet material from her. The egg-shaped vibe still buried in her pussy continued to buzz gently, at varying tempos and rhythms, keeping her juices flowing.
