Chapter 2: Saturday: Part 1
The heat from the sun shining through the bedroom window rouses me from the deepest sleep I have had in months. Immediately, my hand reaches across the bed and finds it empty. I sit up and realize I am alone in the bed. Stretching and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I feel the gentle pull of sore muscles and smile as I recall the events of the previous night. I flop back on the pillow for a few seconds, basking in the memories. My hands drift down my body following the path of his hands, lips, and whip. I revel in the soreness, a reminder of the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure from the night before. I sit back up and place my feet on the floor. The smell of bacon and coffee wafts through the bedroom door that is slightly ajar. A small smile plays on my lips as I think about my Daddy in the kitchen making breakfast. I start to pull on my robe and remember there are no kids home. After a quick trip to the bathroom to comb my impossible hair and brush my teeth, I slide into the kitchen naked, unseen.
I watch him standing at the stove frying bacon and flipping an egg in the pan, amazed that I get to call him mine. That I am his. This wonderful man who loves me breathless and then fixes me breakfast. I slink up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, lying my head against his strong back. He doesn't even flinch, like he knew I was there the whole time.
"Good morning, my babydoll," he greets me. "Breakfast is almost ready; coffee is in the pot. I thought you might be wanting some this morning."
"Thank you, Daddy," I murmur. He knows just how to take care of me in every way.
I pour myself a cup of coffee and add just the right amount of creamer. I pop some bread in the toaster. When everything is ready, we sit at the table and enjoy the peace and quiet and each other's company. Moments like these are rare. After breakfast, we both clean up the dishes and tidy the kitchen. While putting away the dishes, I ponder what he might have in store for us today.
"Babydoll, I have some plans for us today. I want you to go and pick out something comfortable to wear for the day and lay it out on the bed. Don't get dressed yet. Go ahead and fix your hair and put makeup on if you want to. I will be in shortly with a surprise and then we are going out," Daddy gives me his instructions.
I promptly go to the bedroom and rummage through the closet until I find my favorite pair of jeans. I hold them up for a moment and then change my mind. I want to wear a skirt for Daddy today. I know he loves me in skirts. So, I find a black floaty skirt that hits me just at the knee. I find a nice top to go with it and my best lacy bra and panty set that he loves and lay them all out on the bed. In the bathroom, I run through a quick shower, blow dry my hair, and straighten it. Next, I carefully apply my make-up. Just enough to accent my face, a little eyeliner and mascara, and of course some pink lip gloss. Daddy loves pink on me. I go back into the bedroom and throw a pillow on the floor and kneel to wait on Daddy and his surprise. My mind races wondering what it could possibly be.
I hear his footfalls on the hardwood floor as he approaches the bedroom. My heart flutters, knowing that he is coming for me. Even to this day, just having him near me makes me feel like a giddy schoolgirl. Mine, he is all mine, and I still can't believe it some days. I am his and he lets me know it every day. I slowly bring my eyes up to his as he enters the room.
"You look beautiful, Babydoll," he praises me. Reaching out a hand he helps me stand up. Gently, he pushes me over the bed and taps my legs to let me know to spread them. His fingers run over my already wet sex. "Mmm, Babydoll, always ready for Daddy." All I do in response is let out a small moan.
His fingers are exploring my pussy and occasionally flicking over my clitoris. I want more. So much more. Suddenly, he thrusts two fingers into my dripping hole. I gasp and moan as he starts to work them in and out. Just as I am about to beg to cum, his hand is gone. The stinging blow of a slap to my right ass cheek startles a small squeal from me. Daddy then reins several blows down on my ass, making it his favorite shade of pink.
"Now, Babydoll, for your surprise," he says reaching for something on the nightstand. He shows it to me, and I don't immediately realize what it is. It is a strange shape and appears to be rubber. Then he holds up a little black box with buttons on it. "This is a remote-controlled vibrator that you are going to wear inside your panties today. I am going to have the remote in my pocket. I will turn it on and off as I see fit. We are going to run some errands and go out to lunch today."
I blush furiously. I know this is going to be a very long trip for me. He motions for me to get my panties and put them on. He slips the vibrator snuggly against my pussy and my clitoris. My panties hold it snugly in place. He flicks a button on the remote and I feel a slow buzz. It must be the lowest setting. It is just enough to keep me on edge but wouldn't give me an orgasm.
"Finish getting dressed. I am going to play with our new toy while you are getting ready." He states, as he flicks the button again to the next setting up. The buzzing gets a little more intense. I was already on edge from his fingering me before he started this. At this rate, I am going to be begging to come before I even get all my clothes on. I am glad I chose a skirt.
Skirt on, bra on, pulling shirt on, and Daddy ramps the vibrations as high as they will go. My breath catches in my throat as I let out an involuntary moan. I brace myself on the bed with my hands and beg Daddy to let me cum.
"Cum," he commands, and I fall apart. As I come down, he turns off the vibrations. I stand there catching my breath, wondering how I am going to make it in public with this thing on. Daddy is truly trying to torture me today.
"Oh, Babydoll, you better figure out how to control yourself better than that or you are going to be mighty embarrassed before the day is over," he chuckles and winks at me.
Inside, I am equally excited and terrified. What if he makes me cum in front of a bunch of people? I will die of embarrassment. I trust my Daddy implicitly, so I take a deep breath and choose to trust that he always has my best interest in mind. I slip into my flats and he takes my hand and leads me out of the house and into the car.
Once we are both in the car and seat belted in, Daddy flicks the vibrator on to the lowest setting. Then he turns the radio on to our favorite station and pulls out of the driveway. We ride in silence for a while, me squirming and you glancing at me occasionally and smirking. I am going to be a sloppy mess before this ride is over.
I try to start a conversation with him to help take my mind off the incessant buzzing on my already sensitive pussy. "Where are we going, Daddy?" I ask.
"To another surprise," he says vaguely. Not giving me much to go on and stalling the conversation before it even starts. I know he is doing this on purpose to keep me on edge. I look up as we pull into the parking lot of our favorite sex shop.
"I thought we could go in here and look around for some new toys," Daddy grins at me wickedly. He gets out and walks around the car to open my door and help me out of the car. As we are walking towards the door, I feel the vibrations ramp up a notch. Oh, my, how am I going to keep a straight face and walk normally. My cheeks flush with the thought that everybody in that store is going to figure out I have a vibrator buzzing away on my sensitive pussy.
He pulls the door open and holds it for me to walk in first. There are two girls standing behind the counter gossiping. Luckily, there are no other patrons in the store. One of the girls looks up and asks if she can help us find anything. He tells her we are just browsing and he pulls me toward the back corner of the store where they keep a selection of bdsm toys. On the way we pass shelves of dilidos, vibrators, butt plugs and movies.
Looking at the selection of floggers, whips, crops, nipple clamps, and various other items makes me even hornier and I know my pussy must be a slobbering mess at this point. He picks up a flogger and swishes it through the air a few times, giving me a truly wicked grin as he does so. Placing the flogger back on the rack, he moves away from me to examine a shelf full of different shapes and sizes of butt plugs. I turn to admire the different crops on display and notice a whip with one long tail that ends in five or six flogger tails. As I am running my hand over the leather, wondering how this whip would feel on my skin, the vibrator in my panties ramps up to full power. I suck in a breath but mostly manage to be quiet. I turn and look at him, pleading with my eyes. I am so close; I don't know if I am pleading for him to stop or to let me cum.
He gazes intently into my eyes, letting me suffer in pleasure. Always the grand juxtaposition of suffering and pleasure. Then he mouths the word "cum", and I orgasm right there in the middle of the BDSM section of the sex store. I clamp my mouth shut tightly trying not to make noise. I ride out the waves and let out a huge sigh of relief as he turns the vibrations completely off. He chuckles quietly, walks over and kisses my cheek.
