Taking the Plunge Bk. 02 Pt. 04

I made it home as quickly as I could, my nipples and belly button pulsing softly from the new piercings. I could feel the belly button's dangling flower swinging under my shirt the whole way home, reminding me of what I just did. I raced into my apartment and stripped everything off except that day's panties from Daddy - a tanga cut, lacy dark purple from VS with a cutout just over my ass, which seemed to say playfully 'if you are seeing this, it's time for fun.'

I put on my chastity cage, plus the second pair of hip-huggers from my shopping trip yesterday: gorgeous skin tight, stretchy light blue denim with ripped knees and a sexy rip just under my right ass cheek which could almost hang out of it, and finally my girly all-over light pink 5-inch platforms.

I was so hoping he would be as turned on as I was, dreaming of Daddy's hands on my tightly denim-covered ass as I stood in front of my full length mirror, hands holding up my freshly pierced non-tits. I stared up and down myself for a few minutes, turning slowly left and right, fascinated by the pink rhinestones surrounding my nipples and in my belly button, twinkling in the orange light of the Brooklyn sunset coming through my window.

"Hi, Trisha," I said quietly to myself in her voice.

It was golden hour, when photos always look best in the setting sunlight. I stepped to the window and looked out. My apartment was on a wide avenue so it didn't seem like anyone from way across the street could see in, so I just opened up the blinds on both windows, letting the glow stream in and I got the phone ready and in position.

Daddy had ordered me to send him pics of my new piercings, and I wanted to so badly. I wanted to send him something arty and seductive in the colorful dimming sunlight. 'Let's try that tonight!' I thought, surprising myself with my girlish enthusiasm. I did some very quick makeup, making a mental note to really get good at doing my eyes for Daddy, cause with these new brows, I just have to try it all, lashes and everything.

I took pics for about 30 minutes, then the sun was too low, but I had hot shots for him; most lying on my bed in the streaks of orange light, the body jewelry shining and saying: 'you own this body, Daddy, look what I did for you.' Of course, I was doing it for myself too.

I had really been touched by meeting Nicole at the salon and her amazing girl-yet-boy hair and I decided to forego my wig. My hair just wouldn't cooperate until I pushed it forward, sweeping it to the side for some bangs, and as femme as I could manage. I wanted to show Daddy my brows, and both of my wigs have bangs anyways, so I took a quick silent video just looking down and then up, mouthing the words "thank you Daddy." I wondered if he would even notice my brows along with the piercings and the denim.

I texted him the gallery and waited. I was taken aback when I realized that this is the second night in a row that I'm waiting on a response from the man I am falling for as his obedient, owned sissy fucktoy, and my heart is pounding again. And just look at me, dressed like this!

I made myself a drink and strutted back and forth in front of the mirror, my cute heels clip-clopping...and I let her come into me, becoming myself, becoming Trisha. I was soon in that sissy daze of growing lust that happens when you know that your total submission is about to be demanded, and you give yourself to it, because it's who you are - who I am.

I accept, Daddy. I accept. Help me to accept, please.

I was delicately running my fingers over my chest, and ass and thighs in the skin tight jeans whispering over and over "Daddy," as I waited for any response, pushing down any feelings of doubt, needing to hear his words.

Eventually, I closed my eyes and focused on the roles we were playing, on my submission to him, on my need for this, all the years of shame and repression, and coming back to it, and leaving always leaving, but now I'm trying.

I'm trying Daddy, and it feels so good to be with you.

My phone rang again like last night, and I positioned my nipples and belly button in the screen, eager like a schoolgirl waiting on her first date to call. I was a little scared that my throat couldn't take a fucking like last night, but...'No bitch, you do what Daddy wants, don't you?' said Trisha's voice in my head. Yes, yes whatever Daddy wants, he can have anything now, anything.

I accepted the call, my doubts evaporating instantly, replaced only by hope that he likes it, I hope hope hope Daddy likes it.

"Well hello again, princess."

"Hi, Daddy."

I saw him in the screen, his eyes taking me in silently as I stood still for him, bare chested except for the piercings.

"Trisha, did I tell you that you could pluck your eyebrows?" he said sternly.

Oh no, I thought.

"Put your face in frame," he said flatly, continuing and not addressing me as anything.

I dropped to my knees in front of my phone, looking down at the floor after getting my face in frame. I was so disappointed in myself, all that work and I screwed it up, my eyes were watering up. I went too far and he's mad at me, oh no oh no no no...

"You are never to make any alterations to your body unless you ask me first. Understood, Trisha?"

"Yes, Daddy."

He continued slowly: "Clothes, makeup, earrings, things you can take off, I don't care - you can surprise me like last night. But never to your body unless you check with me. That includes your hairstyle. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"What do you say?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

"I don't want you starting to look like some swishy queerboi with pink hair and a tongue ring. If I wanted one of those, I'd be looking for that." He paused again to let his words sink in.

Oh wow, I understood him then. Daddy was right; it would be so easy to like go over the top so quickly just from enthusiasm and momentum and just become too much too soon and look ridiculous like a little kid who got into her mother's makeup case.

During one of our internet chats long before meeting, we spoke about the hotness of being presentable and 'clean' in public, even if I had a few slight femme/gender non-conforming indicators, while simultaneously having this absolute Dom-sub, Owner-led, Daddy/sissy slut private world where anything goes. And the friction between them and only us two knowing would be so hot. Omg he's so right; Daddy is always right.

(A few years later, when I started a light dose of HRT just to deepen my total submission to Daddy and get some more curves to feed his lust - our lust - he reminded me of this night and why he made sure I took it slow. If I get that far, girls, I'll tell you all about it.)

"I'm not going to punish you, because you were such a good girl last night in your new jeans, but I will when I get back. What do you say?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

"Good girl." He paused to take a sip from a water bottle and adjust some papers, as I watched him. He doesn't seem tooooo mad at me, and the thought of this rule actually turned me on so much, just the concept of it, I wanted to ask him so many things suddenly, when he spoke:

"At least they did a fine job. They are very, very sexy princess. In fact, I want you to keep them shaped from now on, but no thinner."

I nodded yes yes Daddy, and gulped nervously.

"How did you like the salon?"

I was so happy he changed the subject to something positive; I had become so wrapped up in him, in pleasing him, I had taken it so much farther than just our physical hotel play - this whole thing had become emotional, and I was associating my happiness with his, with Daddy's. How can this all be happening, wasn't I straight guy with a very part-time sissy fetish like a month ago?

"The salon was so much fun, Daddy, they are so nice there, everyone, I loved it Daddy, thank you Daddy," I replied.

"I knew you would. I want you to make your waxing appointment there for a week from today or as soon as you can get in after that. Ok, babygirl?"

"Yes, Daddy, I will." Oh, my heart jumped at this, another chance to see Nicole, and...that is going to hurt - my first full-body waxing - but it will feel so so good for Daddy, smooth and soft under his strong hands and rough hairy chest. I wondered if the spankings will hurt more

"And your piercings are lovely, princess. Nice choices for a slut. They turn me on - a lot, especially in your new jeans. Is that the other pair you bought?"

"Yes, Daddy! I'm so happy you like them, Daddy."

"Do you have time to play tonight? We'll be quiet."

"Yes, Daddy. Especially if we are quiet, then I have a lot of time Daddy."

"Just what I wanted to hear. Now I have some work to do and wasn't expecting you but I have an idea."

He moved his face right up to the camera and asked me in a low voice:

"What are you, baby girl?"

"I'm Daddy's painslut."

"And what else?"

"I'm Daddy's fucktoy."

"And what else?"

"I'm Daddy's little cumwhore."

"Mmmmmmm....good girl." He was getting turned on. I just loved how, and even to this day, I can turn him on with a tight pair of jeans and my awful, wonderful confessions to him of who I am for Daddy, and for no one else.

"Daddy loves your dirty mind, angel," he said.

He had never called me that - his angel - it's a word of kindness and affection and it comments on having a special place in his heart. I wanted to tell him so bad but the rules, Daddy's rules about not speaking unless asked a question.....shhhhhh Trisha...

"Tell me what you want to say, girl." He can read me like a fucking book.

And the words just flowed out of me with the rollercoaster of emotions from thinking he was mad at me, to complimenting my piercings and jeans. I was a mess for him, begging and letting myself confess, confessing it all:

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! I'll be sweet, and obedient I promise, Daddy, and a dirty fucking whore, Daddy, I'll be your angel, Daddy please let me be your angel, Daddy, please..."

I stopped suddenly, looking down, ashamed of how vulnerable I felt, Trisha's high femme sissy voice pouring out of me, a tear falling down my cheek. Ohhhh, I've got it bad for him now, plus the emotions of the whole day, of my first piercings, and accidentally breaking Daddy's rule, and the jeans, and the salon, and Daddy's attention and him him him him. I wanted to beg at his feet wrapped in the emotional warmth of being wanted and loved...oh god I'm a mess for him already....

He chuckled, enjoying his dominance over my emotions and quieted me, "Shhhhhh, good girl, princess. You already are my sweet little angel, Trisha aren't you?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Since I'm busy tonight we're going to have fun like we used to have before we met, but with the cameras on. Do you have any pot there?"

"Y....yes, Daddy."

"Good, smoke a little and put music in your headphones. Dance for me slowly while I work. I want you to learn your new body, Trisha. You're my sexy girl now with your new piercings and jeans, and even your eyebrows too, babygirl, so act like one."

He was doing it so well, talking to me in just the right way, letting me know that he knew we are almost, almost playing a game, and the game doesn't work unless we both play.

For the next half-hour or so, high on pot, which amplified the thrill of the piercings, the occasional throb from the rawness turning to pangs of a pleasurable tingly sting, and with a 'stripper music' playlist I had found online, I danced for him.

I was always watching the phone the way a stripper keeps her eyes on a big spender right in front of the stage, doing something I practiced in my sissy moments alone; dancing slowly, sensually for a man, my hands dancing over my body, touching, inviting him, knowing where his eyes are going, turning and giving different poses; how I would pose if he was fucking me in all these different positions.

He stole glances at me throughout the dance as he worked on his laptop, and once he was even on his business phone for like 5 minutes talking something technical as he stared at me, his obedient little private cam slut back in the states working her body for him.

I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was getting so horny, ready to jump through the phone and take me. 'Take me Daddy please, please', I thought as I grinded my hips so slowly, my clitty straining in the cage for him, leaking.

I'm yours Daddy, your new fuckdoll giving herself to you, take me there finally, please Daddy, demolish who I thought I was, please Daddy.

I was on my back on the floor with my knees bent, holding onto my heels with both hands, moving my hips around to the playlist, licking my lips when he motioned for me to come up to the phone.

"Get a drink and your big dildo, angel. And where's your hair tonight?"

"I have it here, Daddy."

"Don't you want to be pretty for me, princess?"

"Yes, Daddy! Yes yes, I'll put it on so nice Daddy right now."

"Good girl."

He was....he was being so kind and gentle with me? Unlike any other time we had played. He told me months later that he could see me cracking under the pressure of moving too fast, I just didn't know it, and he wanted me to feel loved. He explained that the dominance, the pain, the complete obedience to him, if we were going to last, had to be about more than only sex eventually, and he wanted to be careful because other gurls that he had been with had fled, maybe when he pushed them too hard, maybe because he held back his affections.

He knew that as long as I thought there was kindness coming soon, I'd be more receptive to our repeated sado-masochistic play, and vice versa, and he was right. I needed both, which I didn't know when we first met - then it was all about sex and just acknowledging my sissy feelings for once. But Daddy is always right, guiding me step by step into a new life.

I fixed my sandy-blonde wig still with the two dangly little pigtails high on my head, brushing and pinning it quickly. 'Oh god it really does complete my look,' I thought, my bare chest twinkling from the dainty, slutty piercings, and my ass so round and juicy in the girls' too-tight denim.

I made another whisky and coke and brought my toy box right up to the phone, pulling out the heavy 9 inch dildo. 'Oh Daddy my throat,' I worried, still a bit sore from last night. I got onto my knees in front of the screen, shaking out my pigtails dangling over my cheeks as I took a sip of the yummy drink, still feeling the pot so intensely and my skin so warm from dancing for him.

"That's better. My cute little girl. How do you feel, baby?"

"So good, Daddy, I love dancing for you so much, Daddy."

"Mmmm, that was a very sexy dance."

He seemed to be finishing up as he talked to me, getting the papers on the hotel desk into a neat pile.

"Are you being a good girl in your cage, princess?"

"Yes, Daddy, I have it on right now under my panties, Daddy."

He closed his laptop and turned his chair to the phone, I could see his manly, hairy dominant body in the hotel robe, his cock already semi-hard and making that big bulge in front. I felt a craving for him, a pot-enhanced, piercing-encouraged sissy femme craving to have my mouth all over him, to give him my body and mind and everything and the need need need....

"Pull your pretty jeans down a bit and take out your vibrator, baby."

"Yes, Daddy."

I had no idea what he was planning but I'm going with it, lost in a haze of lust for Daddy.

I pulled my jeans down under my pantied ass. Wow, I look so so femme now with my belly button piercing, the jeans and pink belt open and purple panties showing...omg we're really moving along, aren't we....

He spoke softly and directly to me now, our eyes meeting through the ether:

"Trisha, I'm very proud of you for continuing with me, and for taking some chances with your body to please me. You've surprised me, and Daddy loves to be surprised.

We're going to take our time tonight, princess."

He got up and came back right away with a tumbler and a bottle of scotch, pouring himself some, neat. Then he opened his robe and showed me a dream, making my clitty drip in the panty-covered cage.

"I want you to make love to my cock, babygirl, show me how sweet and tender you'll be when we meet again, and you deserve a treat, so keep the vibrator on your cage, but no cumming, understand?"

"Yes, Daddy yes yes yes Daddy."

"Good girl." He picked up his drink and took a sip as I held the too-large dildo in both hands and stared at him, and at his beautiful thick cock, as I started to kiss it.

The alcohol, the pot, the lust, the emotions just overtook me and for maybe an hour, I really have no idea, I was licking, sucking, moaning, kissing, caressing, devouring the dildo as Daddy drank and stroked his cock, our eyes meeting over and over, Daddy staring at his little slut, his angel falling hard for him, bonding ourselves together in a swirl of obedience and warmth.

Sometimes when my jaw was getting sore, I would pull off and pant catching my breath as I ran my hand over my new femme chest, flirting with him, outlining the cute piercings, then back down I would go, moaning and squealing like the slut I am, Daddy's slutty angel, finally freed to be herself.

I had never sucked anything for this long, and something happened about halfway through. My mouth just seemed to merge with the cock, becoming a hole for pure pleasure. I forgot everything like my male past, my life, my doubts, I only wanted him to want me, and to feel this feeling forever, and my clit, my soaking straining clit, locked in the cage, with the vibrations coursing through me....oh my god Daddy is having us both edge together, two people with very, very specific tastes who found each other, completing our circle of two.

"Mmmmm good girl.." He said in that low voice, and I knew he was very close, maybe about to cum his dominant seed that I needed so bad.

"Show me that pretty mouth, baby."

I pulled my eager, dripping mouth off of the dildo and held it open now, my head thrown back, eyes watery from sucking, so much sucking and loving Daddy. I wanted his cum so bad. I could taste it in my mind, remembering our hotel night and my first mouthful of Daddy's hot delicious sweet load, changing me forever.

He was ready. As I breathed and moaned, begging through my whimpers for his cum while holding my wet mouth open, I watched him finish, his beautiful throbbing cock wanting me as bad as I wanted him.

Then Daddy was cumming, cumming with a deep grunt of lust, his sissy fucktoy offering her mouth, her time, her life, without hesitation.....yes yes yes Daddy I need your cum so bad, I need it! I'm here Daddy always here for you, just for this moment, Daddy.

I almost came with him spontaneously, but the vibrator just kept me right there on edge. I felt something different for the first time, a feminine feeling like a kind of pride in satisfying your man, in being the one to make him cum the way he likes, owned and loving the servitude and the pleasure in being his, only his.

After catching his breath with a moan of approval, he got up to clean off. I was still stoned and in a cocksucker's haze of lust, calmly kissing the dildo over and over.

I guess I had closed my eyes and was just planting soft kisses all over the dripping dildo, feeling the same warm love and tenderness that he had showed me tonight. I don't know how long he let me go on, but eventually I heard him chuckle.

"Earth to princess."

I opened my eyes, coming back to reality.

"Y....yes, Daddy?"

"What do you say?"

"Thank you, Daddy for letting me please you."

"You didn't cum, did you?"

"No, Daddy."

"Good girl. No cumming tonight; you can cum by yourself tomorrow, alone, with the vibrator one time only, but you must make a video and show me."

Omg, how am I going to ever get to sleep in this state? He wanted me to stay beyond horny, to stay as Trisha and full 100% sissy mode through the night and into tomorrow.