After some time I came to love love love Daddie, due to his feminisation of me. They way he made me feel girly left butterflies in my stomach. a deep desire to giggle and spend endless hours twiddling my hair. Generally my main way of moving about the house could be describes as a flounce.
One day I was sorting his wardrobe out as his arms had become too big for some of his tops. So he had asked me to sort through them and donate them to charity. As I went about this I felt fluttery knowing he would never cast me aside like that. I looked down, saw the garter peeping under my excited cock. I hate to admit this but despite my status as a kidnapee doing his chores made me feel good.
He was at the gym. I heard him come home. As a joke he yelled 'Honey I'm Home'. Part of me wanted to squeal, I felt like a pampered piggy princess. Quickly I tidied up running to greet him with great haste. How i'd missed him. Staring down on me he winked and blew a kiss telling me 'Good to see you gorgeous'.
I squirmed over my hips with my hands covering my encroaching boner. I felt like a woman. The organ between my legs wanted to pop up and greet Daddie with the same enthusiasm as me.
Lowering my eyes I felt as though I really added to the sexual tension between the two of us. I dared not rise my head to meet his pursed lips. Scared of rejection. Then he tapped my freshly shaved chin, raising my mouth towards his.
My tongue flopped into his mouth and danced circles around his as he indulged himself in biting my lip. Back and forth we worked on eachothers mouths until eventually I pulled away. The blissful exchange over.
When we finished he turned me around leading me to the kitchen where he sat down and asked me to grab him a coffee. So thats what I did, presenting it too him lovingly. He then pointed to the floor and told me to have a break. I sat by his leg leaning my head against the ledge of the sofa. Smiling on my I felt even warmer and wanted to swim in his eyes until the day I die. Despite his stinkiness.
Then he ran his beautiful fingers through my hair and I felt a surge of gender euphoria. Really, it was delightful. Restful and calming. Even though he smelled bad. Languishing for a few more moments before being filled with a cheeky urge. Looking up at him I bit my lip before I spoke. Saying 'I think you should shower', he laughed. Pausing for a second.
