Day 3 - Saturday
Paige woke up a little later than normal on this Saturday morning, probably because of the weight on her mind from the past days. The first thing she did was to find daddy and give him a big hug. It always calmed her to feel like daddy's girl. She tried to spend as much of the day as she good doting on daddy, to the point where he could hardly leave a room without her close behind. It was a wonderful day for her, forgetting about all her problems, being the girl that daddy loved so much.
Late afternoon rolled around and her father and mother began to prepare to go out for the evening. She spent this bit of time trying to read, but the impending chores started to creep back into her mind. As soon as Paige heard their car leave the driveway, she went through the back fence and stepped into His house. She checked the answering machine as soon as she arrived, hoping that somehow He'd just forgotten to leave her instructions. He hadn't. That red light blinked with her next special project.
As she had done the previous day, Paige went about the more mundane chores she had assigned to her. Today, though, it was really taking her forever. She couldn't focus. She had to go through step by step things that were usually second nature to her. Worse, she found herself more than once approaching tasks that she'd already done. Ten minutes worth of simple chores quickly grew to a frustrating hour until she finally actually wrote the list down she'd been given and checked the items off one by one.
Standing in front of the answering machine for a few long minutes, Paige stared at the blinking light. She knew all to well what was waiting for her. She'd been so happy, feeling more like daddy's girl that day than she had in a long time. And now, the shell had to come off, and she had to give in to her exploitative neighbor.
Her slender finger finally reached out and pressed the button. Paige braced herself, still hoping that the voice waiting wouldn't be His.
She sighed a bit to herself when she heard Him begin to speak. "Hello again, Paige. Today, you're to set up in My bedroom, centered on My bed" His voice directed. The casual ease with which He gave her instructions made her feel like a stripper on a porno shoot.
His voice continued, "You will strip yourself in front of the camera until you are completely naked. As you did yesterday, you will masturbate for the camera. You are to be sure some of the pictures show you on your back, clearly exposed, and others will show you on your knees, back to camera and bent over. You will play in both positions, and you may orgasm in either. As with yesterday, when you finish, you'll put away the camera equipment, change the memory card, and lock up before you leave."
Once again, Paige affixed the camera to the top of the tripod. She stoically climbed the stairs and pushed open His bedroom door. The camera set next to the bed, she clicked it on for a moment, checking the focus of a shot or two in the view screen. Behind the camera, there was a feeling of control, but she knew once she moved in front of it, that illusion would die.
Sinking onto the edge of His bed, Paige sat and thought about what she was again about to do. It was so much harder today. Yesterday she'd been able to convince herself that it wasn't going to be any different than when she played behind her locked bedroom, and by the time that idea was shattered, she had to begrudgingly admit that the intensity excited her in a way. Now, she was only left with how she felt after she had finished, shame and embarrassment: the realization that His silence was price enough to make her a whore.
Paige rose slowly and turned on the camera. She knew what she was going to do, so she may as well just do it. She stepped quickly into the frame and began sliding her t-shirt up her slender tummy. She moved slowly at first, turning back and forth to let the camera see her from every angle. Honestly, she was posing, thinking better pictures would make Him more likely to keep her secrets. Click, the camera catches her t-shirt in a bunch at her shoulders, her back fully nude but for the bit still covered by her bra.
Her fingers fumble at the clasp resting between her shoulder blades, until it finally slips open. Click, the camera sees her bra open at the back, hanging from her shoulders.
Hooking her slender fingertips into the waist of her shorts, Paige began to move the waistband. Click, the camera catches the first glimpse of her panties as they peek above her slowly dropping shorts.
