Princess and Daddy Ch. 02

Distant music pulls Princess from her sleep. Blinking open her eyes, she scans her surroundings. This isn't home... that's right, she's in a hotel room, traveling for work. The music pulls her attention again, and she reaches over to the nightstand for her phone, turning off her alarm.

As she opens her phone, everything comes flooding back... The picture she posted, the men messaging her, the daddies.... THE Daddy. She can't stop the grin spreading on her face at that last thought. Daddy.

Quickly and excitedly, she opens her app and sees that she has some messages from Daddy waiting for her there. Last night, she had been a good girl and sent Daddy some pictures of her cumming again, saying thank you after her quick little snooze break early in the evening. It seems her Daddy is appreciative of her gratitude.

"Gorgeous little toy. Are you trying to get me hard in the office? What time is it where you are? Don't feel like you need to reveal more about your location than you're comfortable with."

Warmth fills her. She likes the way Daddy is playful, but also caring and sweet... When he wants to be. She smirks as that last thought filters in, remembering how "not sweet" Daddy was last night. And how much she loved it.

"Good Morning, Daddy."

"Hi, Sweetie. Just waking up?"

"Yes. It's 7 in the morning here."

"I wish I could crawl down beside you and let my hands explore your body."

"Wish you were here with me, Daddy. I'm too empty."

"Show me your pussy."

"Okay, Daddy. Let me get the light."

Princess beams at his request, sending off another pussy picture like it's nothing to her anymore. As she strokes her fingers through her curls, she contemplates whether she should shave it all off. If her Daddy would like that more. But then she thinks, her Daddy will probably accept her however she feels most comfortable, most sexy. He didn't say that, but that's just the vibe she gets from their conversations so far.

"So pretty."

Princess smiles, feeling a bit playful this morning herself. "Don't get in trouble now at work, Daddy."

"I'll try not to. Don't give me too many reasons to. Show me your outfit before you leave for work."

Now, this has Princess squirming a bit in the bed. While she is a boss-ass-bitch in real life, her company is more casual in their work attire. Think Silicon Valley. She still likes to look elevated from the typical ratty jeans and hoodies seen around the office, with her typical go-to look being nice jeans and a blazer. She needs to look the part of a boss after all, but that probably isn't what most men dreaming of porno office attire would deem "sexy". She assumes Daddy will be the same.

"Yes, Daddy. I will show you my outfit but I can promise that it won't be very sexy. I'll still show you, though. I'll do whatever Daddy needs me to do."

"Doesn't have to be sexy. Just your actual outfit."

Relief fills Princess as she realizes she is not at risk of disappointing Daddy. She wants to start her day off with rewards, not punishments.

She hops out of bed to get ready for work, and inspiration strikes. While she loves it when Daddy makes her mindless, she also loves to think of creative things Daddy might like and surprise him.

The hotel shower is huge, and there is a rack where she can set up her phone and it won't get wet. After doing that, she starts lathering her body in soap, letting the suds build particularly around her breasts. Men like this, right? She thinks they do anyway, and it makes her feel sexy to touch herself this way on a regular Wednesday as she gets ready for work. That's what she wants most out of this experience, after all, to feel good... beautiful... empowered.

After sending the picture to Daddy, she puts the phone down and continues getting ready for the day. As she is applying her makeup, her phone lights up with a new message.

"Good girl. Nice and clean before you get dirty again. Although, if I were with you, I would probably send you on your way with a load over your tits so you're constantly reminded you're my little pet."

Her nipples tighten into hard buds, and Princess puts a hand on the counter to steady herself. God, she would feel so naughty if that were real. So hot. So good and right. Owned.

"Yes, Daddy. I would relish it every time my top stuck to me. Smiling, knowing I was Daddy's."

Princess basks in the soothing warm feeling that washes over her at the idea of being claimed. Claimed by anyone like that, honestly, but right now Daddy is at the top of her list.

As she finishes applying her makeup, her hand reaches for the black gel eyeliner pencil, and a wicked smile ghosts her lips. She wonders what Daddy will think if he knows she didn't fully obey his request last night...

"I have a confession to make this morning, Daddy. When you asked me to write on myself yesterday, I had to use my makeup. Now I can't stop smiling as I paint my face, knowing it was last used to be marked as Daddy's."

"Oh? That's cute, Princess. I forgive you for fibbing. We had just met. But next time I will have to punish you for not doing as you're told."

"Yes, Daddy. I understand."

"Good Girl. If I were with you, my preferred punishment would be spankings. I'm also partial to extended orgasm denial and edging. However, when I'm feeling playful, I may go for punishment with hints of shaming and embarrassment. Like with the post yesterday. It was meant to challenge and push you."

Princess catches herself nodding to Daddy's message. It feels so natural for her to obey and welcome the knowledge that punishment awaits if she doesn't.

"Of course, Daddy. You know what I need best."

Daddy sends her a little heart.

"Do you want me to spank myself, Daddy? I'm almost ready for work, but I still have some time."

Princess is ready to do what she needs to, to prove to Daddy that she takes his punishments seriously. The idea of spanking herself sounds a bit silly, but she is willing to try anything. Would she be as forceful as Daddy needs her to be?

"No, not right now, Princess. Focus on getting ready, and taking that picture for me of your outfit."

Breathing a sigh of relief, Princess digs through her suitcase for her outfit and prepares it to be steamed. A gorgeous gold-toned mid-drift sweater, black flowy pants that hug her ass and flair out as they fall down her legs, paired with a fresh pair of Nike platforms. The perfect casual-boss attire that makes her feel as good as she looks.

Daddy sends another message. "Tell me about your previous bdsm experience."

Princess smirks. "That would be zero, Daddy."

"That's sweet."

"Yesterday was my first time to ever talk to a Daddy."

"Aww, Princess. But you seem to know what you like, though, so it at least isn't your first experience mentally. You've fantasized. Imagined."

"That's true, Daddy. I've known what I need for a while, or at least what I think it is that I need. But I never had the right person or the right experience to feel safe enough. I still only barely feel safe just talking about it. Acting it out in my hotel room."

That was hard for Princess to admit because she was also admitting it to herself at the same time she was explaining it to Daddy. She had let a part of herself stay buried for so long, and it made her sad to realize that she had missed out on years of understanding who she was and that she would never get them back.

She begins to steam and straighten her clothes, lost in her thoughts, and doesn't notice her phone vibrating with one message after another, all from Daddy, until she finishes getting dressed and looks to see 10 messages waiting for her. She picks up her phone, nervous that Daddy might judge her naivety.

Scanning his messages, she sees she should have known better. This is Daddy, and Daddy supports her. She smiles as she reads through his wall of text.

"I get that! Very much so. I suppose as a Submissive, it probably is even more scary since it is literally exposing and giving up control.

So, as a responsible, mature, and somewhat experienced Dominant, let me say that YOU should always feel comfortable.

As in, accepting that sometimes playing with Dom/Sub dynamics means doing things that are uncomfortable, but understanding that on the whole, your wellbeing is essential.

You don't have to not feel respected, accepted, cared for.

And all this goes even more for experiences in real life. Even if online is plenty exciting and rewarding, when it's in person, it's much easier to lose track of your true experiences and feelings.

So, if that ever comes to be for you, go slow and be careful that you pay attention to your true feelings. This is always a dynamic between you and whoever you're with. A Dom doesn't have to always do it one way.

Like, if I were to use a nickname you don't like, or slap your face as punishment - if that isn't "your thing", then that's just how it is.

I don't have the right as a Dom to do things you're not okay with.

But understand all of this, Princess, knowing that sometimes I'm going to push you. That's why it's so important that you also listen to yourself.

Only you know if what I'm doing is too far, or just far enough."

Princess digests all of Daddy's words. It's a lot to take in, this understanding of the dom/sub dynamic in terms of actually experiencing it. Part of her is a little freaked out at the enormity of handing over the control, but another part - a larger part - doesn't find it scary at all. It feels... normal. Right.

And at this moment, there isn't much she doesn't think she will like. Her mind is open to experiencing everything. And there is little benefit right now to her connection with Daddy being online only. Making real-life concepts of being restrained or receiving pain seem a little less intimidating.

"I understand, Daddy. Thank you for explaining it to me. I can't think of anything that we've done that has made me uncomfortable. I like all of the dirty names, and even though posting that photo of my pussy was way outside of my typical comfort zone, I was... I am... good with it, and would do something like that again.

"That's good, Princess."

"There has only been one real sexual experience I've had that might come close to bdsm concepts that I didn't like. I was with a guy, and he wanted to restrain me, and all he had was duct tape. I trusted him or thought I did, but when he bound my arms behind my back, he taped me from elbow to wrist, and then he forced me face-first into the couch. I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't use my arms to shake him off. I'm scared to have my arms bound behind me like that again. But if they are to my side or in front, if I can move my wrists, then I am comfortable."

"That is terrible! I am so sorry that happened, Princess. Thank you for telling me. And see, now I know that when we're speaking in fantasy, and I want to restrain you, where I would normally pull your arms behind your back, I might now instead bring them up over your head. I think you'd like that better."

"You would adjust for me, Daddy?"

"Always!! That's essential. That's the chemistry. Finding where your quirks and mine meet to create sparks. It's like we are painting a picture of each other in our heads. Soon I'll know what you think before you think it. Read you like a book. That's when you'll truly be my little plaything."

"You're going to make me cry, Daddy. And I just did my makeup. You make me feel so special."

"You are special, my sweet little fucktoy."

Princess can't stop the blush across her cheeks. She shakes her head, Daddy is smooth. But it makes her laugh too. Full of confidence, Princess poses in front of the hotel mirror and takes a photo. She is still nervous for Daddy to see all of her, though, and more importantly, worried that a photo of her might end up on the internet where it's not supposed to. So, before sending the photo, Princess goes into edit mode and adds an emoji big enough to cover her face. It looks silly, but it meets Daddy's requirements of showing him her outfit.

"And there she is. My pretty little cumslut. God I want to shove you on your knees and hold your hands over your head as I fuck your throat."

"I want to choke on your cock, Daddy."

"And one day you will, too. And I will stare into your eyes as they tear up."

"I want to cry for you, Daddy. I'd cry so prettily. I want to cry and not have someone ask me what's wrong. You'd know... nothing is wrong."

"I would love that. I would fuck you gently as you cry. My hand wrapped around your throat, almost like a hug. Just enjoying your body, your face, your presence."

"You're so good to me, Daddy. I want to be special for you."

Daddy sends her a heart.

"You are! Now, run off to work or I will spank you."

Princess giggles at that and grabs her bag before heading out the door. Her phone vibrates with one more message.

"At some point during the day, I want you to go to the bathroom, take off your pants and panties, and shove your panties in your mouth. Taste them. Chew them. Show me pictures. Of your mouth and your pussy. Spread your pussy for me. Then take your panties out, lick your fingers clean, and get dressed again."

Princess gulps, her eyes as big as saucers. Well, today at work would surely be interesting, but she'll be damned if she lets Daddy down.

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Princess spent a full day at the office, dashing between meetings, organizing her team's tasks to take back with them when they flew home, and making sure her boss had what he needed from her. By the end of the day, she was exhausted and was looking forward to the release Daddy could provide.

At lunch, she managed to pry herself away for five minutes to run to the restroom and psych herself up enough to get undressed, shove her panties in between her painted red lips, and snap a photo for Daddy, letting him know that even though she can't stay and play, she is still following the rules.

Now back at the hotel, Princess chooses to skip dinner tonight, wanting to just unwind and let go of the day before, packing to head back home in the morning. As she undresses and climbs into bed, her mind tells her that she needs to prepare to cut herself off from this experience. Once she heads home, she worries she won't be able to compartmentalize the interactions online with those in real life, namely her husband.

She opens up the app and notices the time. It would be almost 1 am where Daddy is, and she doubts he would stay up for her two nights in a row.

"I know it's late for you. Are you up for a little while?"

She waits. No response from Daddy.

"I'm so sad, Daddy. I'm craving your control. Today was a tough day at work. I'm tired and frustrated, and all I want is to be a mindless toy for you."

The silence from Daddy continues. She knows it is too late for him to respond tonight and is surprised by how saddened she is at this thought. It's not really about Daddy, though, even if she does enjoy his conversation. It's about missing out on what Daddy can give her, especially on the last night she is allowing herself to experience it before leaving.

What the hell? What has she got to lose, right? Princess decides to go for broke and share with Daddy what this experience means to her. And if she gets a little worked up in the process, maybe with the help of looking at Daddy's earlier messages, she'll be able to cum. Daddy let her do it last night, so if she does a really good thank you, maybe he will be fine with letting her do it tonight, too. She hopes so.

"Please don't be mad, Daddy, but I had to touch myself. I needed to feel good. I'm thinking of everything you made me do.

I don't know what comes over me when you take control, but it's like I can't help but obey. Even though you are miles away from me, Daddy, I have to do what you say.

And I am struggling to process that... it makes me happy to do what you tell me to. I don't even know you, Daddy, but it feels like it's not a choice. You've given me something in the last day that I didn't even know that I needed until you found me.

As I write this message to you, I have one hand in my pussy and I'm using talk to text. Daddy, it doesn't do it justice. I wish you could hear me. I'm whispering all of this to you. My voice is so soft. I'm keeping quiet for you, Daddy. I'm being a good girl for you. Even though I know you'll probably be mad about my fingers in my cunt. But I'll take the punishment, Daddy, because I need you and this is the only way I'm going to get you right now.

Here's my offering for you, Daddy. I hope you like it, I hope it's enough."

Princess takes her phone and moves it down between her legs. Her pussy is wet and she can hear it squelch as she uses her other hand to spread open her pussy lips so Daddy can see all the way inside, then she gets her photo. Now all that she can do is wait and see.

Princess goes to close out of the app when a new message pops up.

"Hi there. My God, you are absolutely gorgeous and stunning. Late thirties daddy here would love to chat with you to see if we click. I adore your hairy pussy and your amazing sexy boobs. Hope we can connect."

As she is reading, another message from this new daddy comes through...

"God, you are so sexy. Have to give a second message as I just can't believe how sexy you are."

Princess pauses. Her Daddy knows how to break her down to mindless nothing and let her sit in that glorious buzz before bringing her back, but this experience is also new, and she is still trying to figure out what she needs to feel whole. Maybe this new daddy can offer her that level of worship that's missing, to build herself back up. Is this some new kink unlocked?

Well, how could Princess resist this? Stretching out and smiling at the warmth that fills her from this man's flattery, she clicks to reply, wondering what Daddy would say if he knew. If they're in as much sync as she thinks, he'd probably tell her to have fun.

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