Hey Daddy
On June 16th, I wrote an ad on criagslist. It was called "Daddy". Went something like this:
I am in such bad shape today, and cannot get a particular fantasy out of my head: the daddy fantasy.
I dont really know why its affecting me like this, I have a good relationship with my father, and cant say that this is related at all to the relationship I have with him, but I do really want someone to treat me like a little girl, to punish me for being naughty, to spank me for having bad thoughts, and to do other things depending on my comfort level. This is about exploring a fantasy, and having fun. I'd prefer my "daddy" to be a little older, but not older than 45ish, and handsome. Those of you into this write me with suggestions and proposals, and I will pick whomever turns me on the most.
I am a sassy spoiled exotic curly haired vixen. I am constantly naughty, constantly masturbating, constantly indulging. I obviously need to be disciplined. Tell me what and how you will do that.
It does not take a genious to see that I would get a number of responses to this. Most of my contestants were older, married white guys. I don't on principle like making generalizations, but I have to notice from time to time that almost all of the dirty shit I have done or explored has been white guys.. but maybe thats another story.
A few stood out to me, but for the most part, not that much. I just started to file them all into a folder called daddy, then organize them by sender so I could count up how many people had responded. I counted about 53. I started to see that there were a lot of different kinds of daddies. There were black daddies, and white daddies. I had an indian or two as well. Some of them wanted to fuck you. Some wanted to adore you and spoil you. Some just wanted to spank you, but all of them wanted to punish and reward you for being a good girl/bad girl. This whole topic took on an air of interest to me; for as opposed to the sub/dom vein, this was about being naughty, being punished, and being adored, all things that I knew I could play to the hilt, and that excited me. One or two appealed to me on an intellectual level, and I allowed this particular one to chat with me on the computer. Somehow, he convinced me to let him pick me up from work, and take me home. Married though. This was a funny time, he picked me up in a black suv, we chatted in the car, he was a big guy physically, and kind. The idea of this was something I could tell interested him, and he played daddy well. After a brief struggle with my prior committment to myself to go to yoga, I let him come in and pat my pussy a bit, spank me once or twice, and finger me to orgasm, all the while telling me what a bad bad bad pussy I had, and how I was a good girl, but the pussy, that bad pussy was what got me in trouble.
It was funny... but it made me come.
Not to get too far into this guy, it was just a test run... My married people pattern kept me from exploring further with him. I can't do too well getting past that, getting past a certain point with them. It detracts from the experience.
So the next day I came back to work, to more responses to my Daddy post. I send the link to this lebanese guy that I've talked to off an on for a few months, since he answered my I'm persian but bisexual and you should be cool with that ad back in January or February. He'd been up my ass for my stories for a while, then for whatever reason it'd been a while since I talked to him...
I strike up a conversation about this. He's 38, older than I would want normally, so we never met up. But as we start talking about it, I realize that he's actually a great candidate for the Daddy fantasy. He confesses that he loves this sort of thing, and I ask when he wantes to come over and spank his little girl for being such a slut. He wants to come tonite, later.. I talk him into coming earlier. 6 instead of 10. By the time he left, I wished I had gone with the later time, but thought as usual.. understood, that less is more.
The instructions were to wear a short skirt, and a tight shirt, with no bra, and no underwear. "Heels?" I ask, and he responds, "yes". I suggest lingerie, I have some white lace but no, he says.. no underwear. I know what I am going to wear for him. I have these almost painful, but beautiful black stilettoes, about 4 inches high. A short plain dark grey thin material skirt, and this black shirt that I love, but is a few sizes too small. Its a collered button down, and the buttons always strain against my chest. "I have the perfect thing to wear," I tell him. "I know exactly what kind of little girl I am going to be for you." He tells me to smoke before he gets there. We even go so far as to arrange for me to be rubbing my pussy on an armchair or something when he arrives, to catch me doing something dirty...
It's on. The day is drawing to a close. He says hes leaving in ten minutes. I see his screen name sign off. Thats definately my cue to leave the office, but I linger. I look at the clock and it says 6 already! Shet. I make haste and find my way home. Get into my outfit, its 10 after, and maybe he's aready gone. No sign of him.. no phone message, I go out to look at the street from my patio, standing on a chair, barefoot in the grey skirt and black shirt scanning the street, its past 6 30 and I know the chances are slim that he'll come. Right then this slender attractive man walks up to the edge of the fence guarding my pit from the street. He's got curly black hair, and a flared nose. Curious and wide eyes. I took a moment to shift from the internet to real life as I told him what to dial for me to buzz him in, then scurried in to put on my heels. I couldn't get my hair in pigtails soon enough so I just left it down. He came in and had a seat. I walked over and sat down across from him, let my legs show, and crossed them with a good view of the pumps. We make pleasantries, as I get used to his energy.. hes attractive, and taunt. He comments on my chess board and I say, "yes I got this from iran." We decide to play. I want to smoke so we take it outside.
The game is wonderful. We are playing chess, the day is gorgeous, I feel very sexy, and almost slutty, but I am playing this intellectual game. He lets me take moves back from time to time. I'm winning, no, not winning, oh shit, I might have him, and now it his turn again. At one point I get up to get something to drink, I feel the shoes with every step I take. I felt the role that I was supposed to play. During the game, while I talk, I nontchalantly put my hair up in pigtails. We are both totally taken with this situation.
Here, Right here, I come up with this outlandish idea.
My face puts on the cute little girl look and I bite my finger, smiling.
What is it, he asks me. Still smiling I wonder outloud what would he think if I was out here, playing chess with him, dressed like this, while wearing a remote control vibrator, with him at the control?
He balks. You have one? he askes and with a very bad girl smile I nod, slowly. He looks pleased and returns his focus back to the game. He moves. Its my turn. I move, then wordlessly get up. Walk into the apt to grab the red plastic encased bullet from "Election Day", and its remote. I test the batteries, they work and then take the whole gadget outside, and place it on the table next to him, then take my seat and return my gaze to the game. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as he picks it up, looks at it, takes the remote and starts testing it out. I note with pleasure that he figures it out on his own. A few minutes later, after he's set it back down, I pick it up, and watching him, I slip one then the other stilettoed foot through the black elastic bands, making sure he sees me pull it up and sit back down.
This marks the second half of the game. He goes through the cycle of speeds perfectly, all the while keeping a good game going, and I'm sitting there tickled with the chess, the exotic man in front of me, I like his arm hair, I like his calm watching. He lets me take a move back where I would have lost my queen. I smoke cigarrettes feeling very very bad to be smoking in front of my "daddy". But he doesn't say anything, doesn't seem to mind. He reaches over and changes the speed on the remote from the first (quick pulse "ta ta ta ta" to the second (a more drawn out vibrating pulse "taaaa taaa taaa"). I fold my legs in and squeeze. It feels lovely. I am so tickled at this moment, finding myself in on of the most pleasant and elaborate masterbation sessions I have had to date. He stops the vibe and I'm left gasping. A few seconds later, its back on, and with a jolt my body picks up where it was dropped for a moment, slowly moving my hips, slowly and hopefully indecernably rubbing my nipples on the edge of the table.
He seems like hes losing focus, he makes a bad move and so do I. The game is drawing to a close, in three moves, I'll have check mate. He switches the vibe to the third and for me most effective setting. The long non ending vibration. Momentarily my eyes roll back behind my eyelids and I forget all about the game, but then realize its my turn and I move in for the kill. He stares at the board for a while, moves, and then... its checkmate!
Im jubilant. yay I won. He's shaking his head and giving me a next time look. Looks at me and shifts the vibe a few settings to land on nothing, then number one, then three.... and then off. Hands the remote back to me and says, "Unfortunately, I need to go."
Oh no, I'm finally all warmed up and he has to go?! Shet.
Why, where? I ask and he tells me bethesda in about 20 minutes, for a 25 minute drive.
I lean over a little, set my body differently and look at his face, as cooly as possible, I say, " Youuu... don't wanna fuck around with me for a minute?"
He looks daaaamn tempted.
Yeah, he'll fuck around with me for a minute. I'm still wearing the vibe, and he moves me into the bedroom. He grabs me by the hair (pigtail) and shoves me down on the bed. One big FWAP! on my ass. It feels good. FWAP! another one. I breathe harder. He lays me down on my back, and goes looking for something. . . he wants to tie me up, but then lets that go as he comes back and opens my shirt up. Sticks his hand into my shirt and grabs my nipple. Grabs my whole tit and starts to fondle it. Turns me on my side and gives me another one on the ass, my skirt is obviously pulled up at this point. And then...
right then...
he waves his hand above me, like hes going to reach somewhere or grab something,
the anticipation is killing me..
and he looks at me with a slight slight smile...
and out of my mouth, a wimper.. "jesus..."
and his hand comes to meet my cheek, in a friendly light slap...
as if to say, next time, I'm really going to get you.
and he leaves.
I am in such bad shape today, and cannot get a particular fantasy out of my head: the daddy fantasy.
I dont really know why its affecting me like this, I have a good relationship with my father, and cant say that this is related at all to the relationship I have with him, but I do really want someone to treat me like a little girl, to punish me for being naughty, to spank me for having bad thoughts, and to do other things depending on my comfort level. This is about exploring a fantasy, and having fun. I'd prefer my "daddy" to be a little older, but not older than 45ish, and handsome. Those of you into this write me with suggestions and proposals, and I will pick whomever turns me on the most.
I am a sassy spoiled exotic curly haired vixen. I am constantly naughty, constantly masturbating, constantly indulging. I obviously need to be disciplined. Tell me what and how you will do that.
It does not take a genious to see that I would get a number of responses to this. Most of my contestants were older, married white guys. I don't on principle like making generalizations, but I have to notice from time to time that almost all of the dirty shit I have done or explored has been white guys.. but maybe thats another story.
A few stood out to me, but for the most part, not that much. I just started to file them all into a folder called daddy, then organize them by sender so I could count up how many people had responded. I counted about 53. I started to see that there were a lot of different kinds of daddies. There were black daddies, and white daddies. I had an indian or two as well. Some of them wanted to fuck you. Some wanted to adore you and spoil you. Some just wanted to spank you, but all of them wanted to punish and reward you for being a good girl/bad girl. This whole topic took on an air of interest to me; for as opposed to the sub/dom vein, this was about being naughty, being punished, and being adored, all things that I knew I could play to the hilt, and that excited me. One or two appealed to me on an intellectual level, and I allowed this particular one to chat with me on the computer. Somehow, he convinced me to let him pick me up from work, and take me home. Married though. This was a funny time, he picked me up in a black suv, we chatted in the car, he was a big guy physically, and kind. The idea of this was something I could tell interested him, and he played daddy well. After a brief struggle with my prior committment to myself to go to yoga, I let him come in and pat my pussy a bit, spank me once or twice, and finger me to orgasm, all the while telling me what a bad bad bad pussy I had, and how I was a good girl, but the pussy, that bad pussy was what got me in trouble.
It was funny... but it made me come.
Not to get too far into this guy, it was just a test run... My married people pattern kept me from exploring further with him. I can't do too well getting past that, getting past a certain point with them. It detracts from the experience.
So the next day I came back to work, to more responses to my Daddy post. I send the link to this lebanese guy that I've talked to off an on for a few months, since he answered my I'm persian but bisexual and you should be cool with that ad back in January or February. He'd been up my ass for my stories for a while, then for whatever reason it'd been a while since I talked to him...
I strike up a conversation about this. He's 38, older than I would want normally, so we never met up. But as we start talking about it, I realize that he's actually a great candidate for the Daddy fantasy. He confesses that he loves this sort of thing, and I ask when he wantes to come over and spank his little girl for being such a slut. He wants to come tonite, later.. I talk him into coming earlier. 6 instead of 10. By the time he left, I wished I had gone with the later time, but thought as usual.. understood, that less is more.
The instructions were to wear a short skirt, and a tight shirt, with no bra, and no underwear. "Heels?" I ask, and he responds, "yes". I suggest lingerie, I have some white lace but no, he says.. no underwear. I know what I am going to wear for him. I have these almost painful, but beautiful black stilettoes, about 4 inches high. A short plain dark grey thin material skirt, and this black shirt that I love, but is a few sizes too small. Its a collered button down, and the buttons always strain against my chest. "I have the perfect thing to wear," I tell him. "I know exactly what kind of little girl I am going to be for you." He tells me to smoke before he gets there. We even go so far as to arrange for me to be rubbing my pussy on an armchair or something when he arrives, to catch me doing something dirty...
It's on. The day is drawing to a close. He says hes leaving in ten minutes. I see his screen name sign off. Thats definately my cue to leave the office, but I linger. I look at the clock and it says 6 already! Shet. I make haste and find my way home. Get into my outfit, its 10 after, and maybe he's aready gone. No sign of him.. no phone message, I go out to look at the street from my patio, standing on a chair, barefoot in the grey skirt and black shirt scanning the street, its past 6 30 and I know the chances are slim that he'll come. Right then this slender attractive man walks up to the edge of the fence guarding my pit from the street. He's got curly black hair, and a flared nose. Curious and wide eyes. I took a moment to shift from the internet to real life as I told him what to dial for me to buzz him in, then scurried in to put on my heels. I couldn't get my hair in pigtails soon enough so I just left it down. He came in and had a seat. I walked over and sat down across from him, let my legs show, and crossed them with a good view of the pumps. We make pleasantries, as I get used to his energy.. hes attractive, and taunt. He comments on my chess board and I say, "yes I got this from iran." We decide to play. I want to smoke so we take it outside.
The game is wonderful. We are playing chess, the day is gorgeous, I feel very sexy, and almost slutty, but I am playing this intellectual game. He lets me take moves back from time to time. I'm winning, no, not winning, oh shit, I might have him, and now it his turn again. At one point I get up to get something to drink, I feel the shoes with every step I take. I felt the role that I was supposed to play. During the game, while I talk, I nontchalantly put my hair up in pigtails. We are both totally taken with this situation.
Here, Right here, I come up with this outlandish idea.
My face puts on the cute little girl look and I bite my finger, smiling.
What is it, he asks me. Still smiling I wonder outloud what would he think if I was out here, playing chess with him, dressed like this, while wearing a remote control vibrator, with him at the control?
He balks. You have one? he askes and with a very bad girl smile I nod, slowly. He looks pleased and returns his focus back to the game. He moves. Its my turn. I move, then wordlessly get up. Walk into the apt to grab the red plastic encased bullet from "Election Day", and its remote. I test the batteries, they work and then take the whole gadget outside, and place it on the table next to him, then take my seat and return my gaze to the game. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as he picks it up, looks at it, takes the remote and starts testing it out. I note with pleasure that he figures it out on his own. A few minutes later, after he's set it back down, I pick it up, and watching him, I slip one then the other stilettoed foot through the black elastic bands, making sure he sees me pull it up and sit back down.
This marks the second half of the game. He goes through the cycle of speeds perfectly, all the while keeping a good game going, and I'm sitting there tickled with the chess, the exotic man in front of me, I like his arm hair, I like his calm watching. He lets me take a move back where I would have lost my queen. I smoke cigarrettes feeling very very bad to be smoking in front of my "daddy". But he doesn't say anything, doesn't seem to mind. He reaches over and changes the speed on the remote from the first (quick pulse "ta ta ta ta" to the second (a more drawn out vibrating pulse "taaaa taaa taaa"). I fold my legs in and squeeze. It feels lovely. I am so tickled at this moment, finding myself in on of the most pleasant and elaborate masterbation sessions I have had to date. He stops the vibe and I'm left gasping. A few seconds later, its back on, and with a jolt my body picks up where it was dropped for a moment, slowly moving my hips, slowly and hopefully indecernably rubbing my nipples on the edge of the table.
He seems like hes losing focus, he makes a bad move and so do I. The game is drawing to a close, in three moves, I'll have check mate. He switches the vibe to the third and for me most effective setting. The long non ending vibration. Momentarily my eyes roll back behind my eyelids and I forget all about the game, but then realize its my turn and I move in for the kill. He stares at the board for a while, moves, and then... its checkmate!
Im jubilant. yay I won. He's shaking his head and giving me a next time look. Looks at me and shifts the vibe a few settings to land on nothing, then number one, then three.... and then off. Hands the remote back to me and says, "Unfortunately, I need to go."
Oh no, I'm finally all warmed up and he has to go?! Shet.
Why, where? I ask and he tells me bethesda in about 20 minutes, for a 25 minute drive.
I lean over a little, set my body differently and look at his face, as cooly as possible, I say, " Youuu... don't wanna fuck around with me for a minute?"
He looks daaaamn tempted.
Yeah, he'll fuck around with me for a minute. I'm still wearing the vibe, and he moves me into the bedroom. He grabs me by the hair (pigtail) and shoves me down on the bed. One big FWAP! on my ass. It feels good. FWAP! another one. I breathe harder. He lays me down on my back, and goes looking for something. . . he wants to tie me up, but then lets that go as he comes back and opens my shirt up. Sticks his hand into my shirt and grabs my nipple. Grabs my whole tit and starts to fondle it. Turns me on my side and gives me another one on the ass, my skirt is obviously pulled up at this point. And then...
right then...
he waves his hand above me, like hes going to reach somewhere or grab something,
the anticipation is killing me..
and he looks at me with a slight slight smile...
and out of my mouth, a wimper.. "jesus..."
and his hand comes to meet my cheek, in a friendly light slap...
as if to say, next time, I'm really going to get you.
and he leaves.
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