I’m going to see Daddy today.

It sounds so funny in my head, like I’m a child, but that doesn’t hold back the elation dancing in my stomach. I smile in the mirror and a nervous dirty blond girl smiles back, making the dancers in my stomach drop into pieces of lead.

I’m going to see Daddy today.

The air swishes out of my lungs as the foolishness of the whole situation saturates me.

Don’t worry.. I hear his words echo in my head and my mind snaps back on track..It will be fine.

“tess, it will be fine, it will be fine, it will be fine”

Thank god my roommate is at the bar, thus missing my personal chant session. Glancing back at the mirror one last time I check my pigtails and make-up, good.

The blond is truly mortified now, but I disregard, it will be fine.

Two hours later I am waiting at the bus stop by a mall that reminds me of an old celebrity laden with silicon, ugly despite all the renovation. The wind ripples the bottom of my modest grey sundress across my upper thigh, a movement that is not missed by any of the ‘thugs’ sitting on the surrounding benches.

“Hey baby, I can do things to you that will blow your mind!” A tall tattooed string bean stands up, pimp limping over to me.

Really? Come on, leave me alone, go away, go away, go away…

Internal panic ensues, despite my best efforts and I star at my 3” black pep-toes that completely clash with my light summer dress. Just wait he’ll be here soon.

The stick plops next to me casually trying to look down the front of my dress.

“I like your dress, what’s your name?”

 God, you have no tact perv, leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone…

“Thank you, it’s Rebecca, I’m waiting for someone” All my muscles tense…I was never really good at dealing with these stupid interactions…

“Well, Rebecca” his finger trails down my arm, “ I’ve been waiting for you all my….”

“Tess?” His voice coats me like chocolate and I smile. Daddy!

“Sir?” I smile as the stick shrinks into the bench at the sight of the approaching biker.

I’m in his arms before my feet have time to lift me from my seat. Releasing me he smiles, then frowns.

“Wow, that is a horrible dress! Turn please”

Mock hurt molds my lips into a pout, but is quickly replaced with a devilish smile. I carefully obey the order turning my back towards him to face my previous bench buddy, now chocking on shock. I wait, smiling.

“God I didn’t know you’d find something that bad, bravo!”  Daddy chuckles, “Alright, alight off with it”.

Immediately I lift the hem revealing a scandalously short school girl skirt and white tube top. Disbelief commands every jaw at the bus stop to drop, and I blush.

“Good girl tess, much better, get your things so we can go”

“Yes, Sir” I walk forward a few steps in the now perfectly matching pumps and bend over, legs spread and strait, locking gaze with the flabbergasted string bean as I reach for my bags.

Slowly, I come back up, pause and smile.

“Hey baby, I can do things to you that will blow your mind” the words explode calmly from my parted lips, snaking into his ear.

I stay there, just for a moment, holding his eyes with mine making sure Daddy gets a good look at the lacey boyshorts peaking out from under my skirt, then quickly straiten and bounce back to the motorcycle, tucking my bags into a storage compartment and grabbing the passenger helmet.

I strap it on and wait, feeling like a child again as I look up to meet Daddy's eyes for approval.

He smiles. “Let’s go baby girl”

“Yes, Sir” I carefully slip behind him on the sizable black cruiser, and wrap my arms around his middle.

High on adrenaline I snuggle into his jacket and let the growl of the engine flood my ears as we drive away.

I am one of those normal girls. The ones that care about their complexion run to keep in shape, attempt to eat healthy and do well in school. I am a good girl. But in his apartment you would never know.

I know I impressed him. Middle of the day, as ordered I arrived at his apartment wearing….sweats and a giant sweatshirt. His neighbors probably confused me for a guy because of my horrid outfit, but he knew better. The door shut and immediately the sweats slid off to reveal first the black and pink garter belt trailing down my thighs bypassing my lacey black briefs to grip the lined stockings whispering over the rest of my legs. Stepping out of the puddle of cotton on his entryway floor (still sporting my sweatshirt) I quickly trade my tennis shoes for the 4” black peep toe pumps I pull from my bag. I challenge his height in my pumps, but he still has a few inches on me, and I am forced to look up to meet his gaze once I regain my posture.

He is just standing there, arms crossed, waiting for the sweater to come off so he can say hello. I stare steady and lift the cloud of cotton over my head and drop it on the floor behind me. A matching black corset and bra with pink lace accents the garter peek out as I disrobe and I watch his eyes devour my skin. He likes it.

Come tess.

I carefully walk to him, eyes steady, waiting for his welcome. Stopping just short of collision I take a deep breath in and close my eyes. This is my favorite part, his smell. No cologne, no scented soap, just his smell. He bends over and nuzzles his nose into my neck to say hi. Hi, hi, I smile and eagerly nudge back. For a minute we just stand there, taking each other in, until my deviant side gets the best of me and I playfully nip his neck, I wanna play....  

"Hel-"

"Sit down, don't talk"

I am stopped mid greeting by the booming command as I enter his apartment.

"Was I unclear Tess?"

Instantly my smile fades and I drop to the chair in front of me, captured by the deep voice. He is standing in the kitchen making a sandwich with his back facing me. "Take your shoes off and clean your feet."

I try again. "Yes Si-"

"Tess! Strike two" immediately I am silenced, another strike and it will be a night of pain instead of pleasure. I look down to find a tub of soapy water, a sponge and a pair of 5” black stiletto peep-toes laid out neatly next to my chair. Taking up the assigned task I carefully remove my beat-up clogs, put my feet in the warm water and start scrubbing. I can hear that he has stopped working in the kitchen and for a second I can’t hear him at all.
He is watching.
The silence is broken by the sound of crushing carpet as he walks past me and stands behind my chair.

"Stand up"

Feet still in tub, I stand and wait. Obedient.

"Now bend over and finish cleaning"

My hamstrings protest as I stretch to reach my toes and continue, internally celebrating my decision to wear a miniskirt. The chair behind me moves, and the light brush of his jeans against my partially exposed ass makes me shudder. I am not allowed to wear underwear at his house.
Feet. Feet. Feet. Concentrate.
His hand rests on my back pressing me down further, fully exposing my (now shamefully wet) folds.
In an instant, he pulls me back up, almost making me topple out of the tiny tub.

"Hurry up" he growls and rams my ass into the bulge in his jeans as his hand bends me over again. A small gasp escapes my mouth and I try desperately to concentrate on my order taking my feet out of the water and drying them off. He continues, grinding against the tender folds until I begin to spasm. Rocking my hips, I feel my knees goweak.
"Please Sir" an almost inaudible plea slips from my mouth like the smoke from a cigarette and everything stops.

"And you were doing so well"

SMACK

Still immersed in the wonderful feeling of my throbbing clit it takes a minute to register the pain searing across my right ass cheek.

“Put them on”

Still bent over I grab my calves burying my nails into the soft skin, I need to think about something else if I am ever going to make it. My body quiets a little and I reach for the heels. Between my legs I can see him rummaging around on his desk for something, but I can’t see what exactly from my unfortunate angle.

One heel! I latch the ankle strap of the first heel and fumble to get the second pump on before he finds whatever he is looking for.

Too late.

"AhH!" I yelp with surprise as he spreads my lips and inserts a remote controlled egg. No warning just penetration. Damn it, I was almost done with the second heel.

He bends over enough for me to hear him whisper "Good girl" as his fingers linger over my clit piercing. Then he straitens and goes back to his grinding assault on my ass. O God, concentrate on the heels, anything not to cum, just think about the heels.

"BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!" I latch the second ankle strap just as he pushes the button. Immediately I shoot up to standing position to keep the powerful egg from roaring out of me.

"Good" he chuckles at my reaction to the egg
"Now walk"

This is his favorite part, watching me try to gracefully manage the high pumps as his lead finger holds down the vibrator's activation button.
Smugly taking my previous seat, he slaps my ass to get me started and a little cream escapes to the floor. Wobbly, but determined as hell, I straiten with my nose in the air, ready to walk.
Step 1 "BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!"
The egg screams away inside of me and I fight to keep my knees from buckling.
I look back at him pleadingly to let me stop. No response. A few more steps and the vib fires again making me veer into the TV to keep from falling.

"Good girl, you have done very well, rest on the couch while I get your new toy" Distracted as hell and ready to cum I only register 'Good girl' and 'rest' before collapse to to the floor.

THANK GOD! I crawl over to the couch and shiver as air hits the juice working its way down my inner thighs. Legs spread and wet I wait for my master.

 Can smell him

We are alone in the elevator.

Me. Business skirt pushing the limit of work appropriateness, fitted button up top, and sexy dark brown pep-toe Steve Madden pumps.

Him. American Eagle looking attire, with what can only be described as a black licorice twist. Dark spiked hair and an eyebrow piercing, to suggest a spark of evil.

This is ridiculous, I should not be thinking about how he is drinking in my appearance from behind. Even though I know he is.

I breathe deep and try to slow my heart, 5 down, 15 more floors to go.

He is in to it, I saw him bring a sub home the other night. He led her into an elevator with a leash, I could hear the vib pulsating inside of her, and her breath quicken as he teased her ears and neck with nuzzles. 2 am, I don’t think he picked me out from my drunken friends as we migrated to my apartment for a nightcap. Besides he was a little distracted.

7^th floor

I sense him step up behind me, but the stocker part of my brain reminds me he lives a few floors above me. He’s not getting off….so what is he doing?

Nervous. Yes. Excited. Yes. Still rational. Unfortunately.

I shift uncomfortably, religiously not looking at him but trying to get the signal across that he is too close.

Not a word. But I can hear him.

I feel it first on my collar bone, he’s……smelling me. The puffs of air glide to the base of my neck, move slightly up, behind the ear.

My eyes are shut. I’m falling back

His arms around my waist, the heat transfers from air to moisture as his lips tip-toe back down my neck.

12^th floor

I am overwhelmed by sound. His hands against the fabric of my shirt, his nose trailing up the back of my neck, the fabric of my skirt against his jeans. This is not appropriate elevator behavior.

One hand skimming over my left breast, other hand pressing right above my pelvic bone. Hand, pressure, bladder, pressure, g-spot, bliss.

My hips begin, slow circular movements into his now full jeans.

No words, just breathing.

He teases my skirt hem, nibbling my neck, I help him, hands on hands guiding, up over the guarder under the elastic, down the baby smooth….

He stops

Sensation in my shoulder SCREAMS for attention, teeth maul the soft skin as I gasp. My hands are taken from me, whipped behind…click…click..

15^th

He’s breathing on me again. Click. Around my neck.

Darkness and but his smell is overpowering. The handkerchief must have been in his pocket all day. Too shocked to speak, to enamored with smell, the blindfold is secured under my pinned up hair.

18^th

Rationality seeping to my brain..”What th….” Gag. Too slow.

Silence.

Ding. 22^nd

Click. Master leads me out with the leash. God I love being a sub.