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Daddy's First Visit; Daddy's Perspective
"It is finally happening," I think to myself as I round the last corner and turn the Harley onto Maple Avenue. Easing the big hog up the street, I watch the house numbers and park in front of 325. The bike reluctantly shuts down with a growl as I flip the kill switch.
Unstrapping my two large bags from the seat, I reminisce about the many weeks we have spent writing to each other. I look down at my watch. 1:10 P.M. Perfect. I had told Stephanie I would be here at 1:00, planning all along to arrive 15 minutes later. A mild form of control. I know she will be nervously watching the time, anxiously awaiting my arrival. It is important to establish dominance early, I have always believed. At exactly 1:15 I stamp out my Marlboro, pick up the bags and step up the walk.
My anticipation grows as I climb the stairs to her third floor apartment. I set my bags down and pause for a moment to regain my composure. My heart is racing a bit, and not entirely from the climb.
Almost immediately, when the bell rings, the door opens. "Stephanie, my dream! You are just as I pictured you."
In truth I am thinking that the pictures she had mailed hardly did justice to the stunning woman before me. She is a prominent looking woman. Her blonde hair fitting like a halo. Her eyes pierce as they examine every inch of my face. They are the eyes of an angel, and her graceful, athletic form befits her. Her eyes and posture speak of a woman who is used to getting what she wants from lesser men than I. How much I am going to enjoy her challenge!
I shut the door and set my bags down, my eyes never leaving hers. She looks down for just a fraction, and I know by this subtle hint that my allure pleases her. I decide to test her and immediately establish our relationship. Boldly, I reach forward, sliding my black leather gloves under the straps of her negligee and release them from her shoulders. The material cascades to the floor with a wave, as though gesturing "good-bye".
Stephanie stands steadfast and silent as I do this, seemingly entranced. "Good," I think to myself.
I turn away briefly as I slip off my gloves and hang my leather duster on a nearby coat hook. The soft black leather cowboy hat hangs easily with my duster. I am aware of the eyes still fixed upon my back.
Facing her again, I am intrigued by the gentle curves of her supple breasts. Brazenly I reach forward and squeeze them together. They are soft and very warm to the touch of my still chilled hands. She gasps, and I quickly place my right forefinger over her lips.
"Hush my sweet baby," I whisper. My left hand glides down her smooth skin, and the palm of my hand covers her sex.
"You are well-prepared and shaved your pussy bare, just as Daddy requires." I apply light pressure with my hand to accentuate the point.
"Show me to your bath," I command softly. I get my first good view of Stephanie from behind as she leads the way. My tiger stirs in its cage as I watch her round bottom canter slightly from side to side, when she walks.
"Sweetie, let me look at you as I draw you a nice hot bath." I twirl one finger in the air, and slowly she spins.
"I hope you are pleased with me, Daddy." Finally she finds her voice and it is truly the strum of a harp. I can hardly breath as she slowly turns. I am reminded of a ballet dancer figurine perched upon a music box, and the tune plays through my head as I watch her spin.
"My baby, you have no idea." My mind records each wave of her body, and I have to make myself to turn and check the water.
"Now, step in, and I shall bathe you." I know from her letters how much she enjoys a hot bath. I wash her gently, paying special attention to her breasts. The nipples grow very erect before I finish.
She rests the nape of her neck on the edge of the tub behind her and seems to be completely relaxed. Seeing her eyes shut, silently I exit and retrieve one of my bags, setting it just inside her bedroom door. I take a second to notice the many candles burning. Like a choir they combine to produce one dazzling recital.
Sitting on this edge of the tub I slide a bottle of baby oil in the water to get it warmed. I dry my hands and let my mind drift through its many fantasies. Smiling, I am content to just sit and watch Stephanie breathe.
Her eyes open as I am starting to think she may have fallen asleep. "May I please come out now, Daddy?" Standing and stretching open a towel widely, "Come to me, baby," I reply invitingly. I can smell the lilac scent rising off her skin as I dry her.
Taking her hand I easily lead her across the hall and into the bedroom. "Here we are my girl. How lovely!" I pat the bed, and obediently she sits, facing me.
The scent of those candles is intoxicating, and I now take a moment to survey the entire room. A persons bedroom says something about who they are. The well-planned décor, attention to small details, definite "woman's touch" and plush feeling here suggest that this is a sort of sanctuary. "What fun we will have here my precious one." I am mildly reminded of "Jeannie's bottle" by all of the pillows on the large bed. I put my hand on her shoulder and guide her back to the bed.
"Now Daddy has something very special planned for his girl. Stay right there." I grab my bag and place it next to the bed on the floor. Pulling out its contents I take a mental inventory. Wrist restraints, ankle restraints, leg spreader, plastic pants, suppository, extra-thick cloth diaper, gloves, yes it all seems to be here.
Holding the wrist restraints just out of her sight, I lean closely over her ear and speak very softly so that she has to give me her complete attention. "Now close those pretty blue eyes for just a moment." Before she can realize or react I deftly restrain her wrists.
Stephanie's eye pop open, and a flash of anger streaks her face. Silently, sternly, I stare deep behind those pale blue eyes. This is where the challenge really begins, and ends. An eternity passes in that two seconds, and her eyes break from my gaze and avert down. There is a slight change in her face, then it becomes very submissive, and her lower lip quivers a bit. She blushes.
"Oh, Daddy, teach me how to please you! I only want to make you happy."
Leaning close to her again, I grin triumphantly, "That is just what Daddy wants to hear, my baby."
Grabbing the baby oil I find myself eager to reward her submission to me. Teasingly, I let the oil drip onto her soft pink skin. Her chest rises and deeply she inhales. The oil meanders its way down her nipples, picking up speed, it collects together and races over her breasts.
I can hardly stand the desire I feel. Oiling my own hands, I reach down and massage the oil into Stephanie's luscious skin. Her ample breasts are soft, and almost surprisingly firm for their size. The nipples stand completely erect as I caress her skin and work the oil into every pore.
Slowly, uncontrollably, my hand moves lower across Stephanie's smooth, toned stomach. It glides to her sweet spot. My finger joyfully diddles her clit. I feel her whole body rise and vibrate. She twitches, nearing climax. I stop. I smile as she opens her eyes and pleadingly looks at me in heated anticipation.
"Let's turn you over now, my girl." Rolling her onto her stomach. Reaching down to my supplies, I pull on the latex gloves and make a point of snapping them over my wrists.
My cock grows ever harder as I peruse the slope of her round, smooth ass. I don't recall ever seeing a derriere as inviting as hers. I pour some oil over her and massage it with my gloved hands.
"Relax now my sweet little girl. Now relax." I whisper soothingly and with that, I slide a suppository inside the well-oiled anus. Now a second. She flinches and a small desperate cry escapes her. Obediently, she says nothing. I plug her with my finger long enough to feel her sphincter relax its grip. Now that she is able to accept them, I slide my finger in and out, in and out, slowly pushing the suppositories in deep.
Her hips rise and fall slightly, steadily keeping rhythm with my hand. I can see her whole body blush with guilty, shameful pleasure. Stephanie is obviously enjoying this. Probably more than she would admit to herself. I am also in near rapture as I watch her perfect ass and feel its grip on my finger. I continue slowly, as much for my pleasure as hers.
Again I turn her over.
"Now my sweet girl, you are going to experience your very first diaper!" I am smiling, almost too much, as I say this.
I lift her by the ankles and position the thickest, softest cloth diaper I have under her. Pulling it through her crotch and over. Attaching the Velcro I can sense the hesitation in her face. Again, obediently, she says nothing. I can see her trust in me is growing.
I help her into some light pink plastic pants and a pink cotton t-shirt. I bought this just for her and am pleased to see I bought it at least one size too small. Her nipples protrude skyward, teasing as they threaten to poke through the material.
I place a leg spreader between her thighs just above the knees, binding her ankles together with the other set of leather cuffs, effectively holding the spreader in place and her legs wide.
I pull her blankets over to keep her warm. "Daddy is so pleased with his little girl! I will return shortly with a yummy surprise for you."
I leave her there and walk to the kitchen. Humming to myself I place two bottles of a specially prepared formula into the microwave. After starting the microwave, I head to my coat and retrieve a cigarette.
Sitting, smoking at the table, my mind replays every moment since my arrival. The microwave signals it is done, but I stay seated. I am intentionally taking my time, making Stephanie await me in patient agony. Control is so much fun! Stubbing out the Marlboro, I retrieve the bottles and walk back to the bedroom.
Lying by her head I insert the nipple into her mouth. "Now drink up for Daddy, my sweet baby girl." I hold her bottle and stroke those delicate cheeks with my free hand. Her eyes are half-shut and dreamy. She is seemingly far away in a comfortable, safe place.
She empties the first bottle and looks very pleased by her efforts. She smile proudly until I produce the second bottle. Her smile changes to desperation.
"Oh, please, Daddy! Do I have to drink two?!" She pleads with me, but my only answer is to quiet her with the nipple and hold it in her mouth firmly.
A small tear glistens, hangs on her eyelash, then retreats down her cheek. Followed by another and another.
"There, there, Sweetie! You know this is what you want. Daddy is here. You know that you must obey Daddy, there is no other way," I coo as she reluctantly swallows.
I know the suppositories will be working soon, and I can see by her discomfort that she needs to pee. My free hand goes to her breasts. I can feel the heat radiate from her body as I pinch the nipples and jiggle them together.
After several minutes she empties the second bottle. I place it aside, and she squirms, desperation in her face.
"How are you feeling, my baby girl?" Inside I am delighted by her desperation. I can literally feel how close she is to completely abandoning the last of her dignity to me.
Again, she pleads, "Oh please Daddy, I beg of you! I am so afraid and so ashamed to wet my diaper!"
I know I must help her let go, and release herself to me. Suddenly, sharply, I pinch her nipples. Hard. She cries out and gasps. Her eyes squint as the tears flow freer, washing away the last of her resistance.
As she starts to wet herself, we both know she is mine, truly and completely. The dominance I feel is exhilarating. She has given her complete trust to me now, and I gladly accept the responsibility for it.
I place my hand over the plastic pants, enveloping her mound. I squeeze, and firmly press the wet diaper into her. The heel of my palm rolls back, against her bladder, and I can actually feel it empty as another hard stream rushes forward. She writhes and moans in a strange mix of excitement and embarrassment. She relaxes now and no longer resists her bladder frustration. She empties completely.
Her tears slow, and I continue to press the diaper into her pussy. She pulsates and gyrates in humiliation and rapture, and I can see she is struggling to control the suppositories wrath.
"No, no, no!" she cries as she orgasms wildly, her knees straining against the leg spreader. "Shh... let go baby... good girl... that's Daddy's good baby girl..." I whisper in her ear softly and encouragingly, "Daddy's here, it's ok, baby!"
She spasms harder now, and her back arches as she screams, "NO, NO, NO!"
Her eyes close and face contorts with ecstasy. Her diaper fills as her bowels signal defeat. While her breathing slows and muscles relax, I stroke her hair and kiss her forehead.
"I will clean you up now, my baby." And I proceed to do so. Removing the restraints and t-shirt, and then carefully the heavily soiled diaper. Thoroughly I clean her.
I kiss her deeply, my tongue hungry for her taste.
"My sweet girl, I must now punish you for being so naughty. Now for your spanking." I turn her and remove my belt.
"Daddy is upset he has to spank his baby!" - SMACK -
"I am going to teach you to behave!" - SMACK -
"I am going to violate your body!" - SMACK -
"You are going to lick and suck me!" -- SMACK -
"You will believe you were a virgin before me." - SMACK -
"I AM Going to Make You My Slave!" - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK -
Her bottom is an angry red as she screams in delight, "Yes, Daddy! Oh, Yes! YES!"
Her passion, devotion and submission to me are now complete. I look forward to many more play times together.
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