Chapter Six
Geri: I can feel my Daddy's naked body cuddle around mine on the wet tiled floor of the master bedroom shower. My ass feels empty now that Daddy's hard penis is no longer filling it up. I can feel his cum leaking out of my asshole. Oh, I feel so wonderful. I am truly fulfilled.
I realize I need to pee and with that thought I recall Daddy's talk about kinky play. A wicked idea forms.
"Daddy," I say, "I need to pee, how about us getting up and go off and get dressed for dinner?"
"Ohhh...yes. Good idea Geri, and I think I need to take a leak as well."
"Goody!" I get up and giggle as I say to Daddy, "Now slave, just hold that pee in for a bit and follow me."
"Yes, Mistress."
We both get up off the floor and leave the shower room naked and still dripping water. I lead the way to the main part of the master bedroom bathroom. I'm holding my hand on my penis to keep from peeing. I can't get over how big this part of the house is. This so called bathroom is actually multiple rooms. A shower room, a huge bathtub/Jacuzzi room, a room with a toilet and a bidet, and lastly the central area with double sinks and chairs so that two people could sit and put on makeup, and then a closet area for towels and such. All of which leads off to the master bedroom proper. The central area has a glass door that opens up to the back deck and I lead Daddy out onto the deck.
There I spy the huge party hot tub and nearby is a single hot tub. I take the top off the single hot tub and beckon Daddy to come over and stand near it. He is holding his penis in a tight grip as he tries not to pee.
"Okay, from now on, my delightful slave," I say with a commanding tone to Daddy as I point to the single hot tub. "This will be our urinal. We will both pee in here, understood?"
"I will obey, though I don't yet understand, my Mistress." Daddy says.
"You don't have to understand," I say as I reach over and spank Daddy's firm naked wet ass. "You only have to obey. Now pee!"
We both aim our penis's at the steamy water of the single hot tub and let loose our golden streams of piss. Our urine mixes with the blue of the water and I'm disappointed that I can't see it change color from our piss. Obviously it will need more pee before we can visibly tell that it has been mixed with piss. But it is a start.
"Now pay attention slave," I spank Daddy's wet ass again. "From now on all pee goes in here. Understand?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Daddy?"
"Yes, my lovely Mistress?"
"Please tell me if I ever spank you too hard. I don't want to hurt you."
"I will, I promise. Hmm...we should have a safe word. To make it simple, how about if I say 'pain', that means it hurts and I wish you to stop, okay?"
"Yes."
"It also means that if I don't say 'pain' but say anything else, it is all part of the game and I don't want you to stop. I am really telling you to do it again or harder. Makes sense?"
"Yes. If you don't say 'pain' then I will take whatever you complain of as meaning that you want me to do exactly what you are asking me to not do, is that it?"
"Right. If I say please don't do it so hard, it means I want you to do it harder."
I then strike his wet butt again.
"Yes, Mistress, just like that. Now, if I say 'slow down'..."
I then hit him a few times in a row each time rapidly.
"Yes. It means speed up. I will beg and plead and it will mean I want you to do whatever I'm seemingly asking you not to do. Now, please don't hit me again Mistress, it hurts."
I giggle and strike his butt rapidly again and again and again. Finally, I stop and caress his now red butt. "I understand my slave. I am the Mistress here." I spank Daddy's ass again. "Now, let's go inside and get dressed, you're going to take us out for a night on the town."
"Yes. I will arrange with Victoria's Servants for a limo to pick us up and take us."
As Daddy goes off to get dressed, I look through the closets to decide what to wear. I start with a red lace garter belt and matching lace push up shelf bra. I admire my cleavage and how plump and full my breasts look in the bra. Like ripe oranges waiting to be sucked. I pull up a red silk thong and secure it in my butt, bringing it's straps up like a vee pointing down to my crotch and the straps rest over my hips. I slip my feet into black seamed nylons and adjust the garter belt clips to hold the stocking up on my thighs.
Then I find black leather pumps, very Betty Page style, with four inch heels to slip my feet into. Finally, I select a mini dress with a plunging neckline. I slip this over my head and wiggle into. I tug it into place and admire my cleavage and how it snuggly fits over my wide hips and butt. The dress is just a bit too much in all the right way. It shows too much cleavage and breasts, it is a teensy bit too much of a mini dress. I imagine it would show the bottom of my butt if I bent over. I can't tell that I am wearing any panties despite how tight the dress clings to my skin.
I put in my ears some dangling earrings with jade tear drops. I giggle to myself and think I look like a very, very high priced hooker. Off I go to apply my makeup.
When I am finally all done up I grab a small black leather purse to hang over my shoulder, I put lipstick and some other make up for touching up later in the evening. I also put a small bottle of oil in a plastic baggy in my purse as well. The halls echo with the sound of my heels on the wooden floors as I approach Daddy waiting patiently for me in the living room. He is dressed in a black single breasted suit, white shirt with a red slender silk tie, he has gold cuff links and gold tie pin. The top of a red handkerchief sticks out of his suit front pocket.
"Wow, very James Bondish," I say admiring my handsome Daddy.
