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Confessions of a Mailgirl Ch. 07

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SHOCK AND AWE

I left Barbara’s office in a state of shock over everything that had transpired there. As I walked through the ninth floor toward the stairs the same people who had ignored me earlier as I’d passed through wearing normal business attire were now staring at me. I know how weird it sounds but it didn’t occur to me until then that I was naked. I guess that’s just how crazy my life had become when walking nude through a busy office building felt like the most “normal” thing that had happened to me lately.

I made my way down the stairs to the Mailgirls locker room in the basement. I opened my locker and saw it was empty except for my makeup and toiletry kit along with my mailgirls smart watch. Our clothes – both mine and Anna’s – had been taken to the charity clothes bin in the parking lot by Kelly. For the first time it really hit me: I have no clothes. Not in the building, not in the condo, not anywhere. I know this was something I’d fantasized about before, but now that the fantasy had become reality it was a frightening prospect. How can a person function in the modern day world without access to any clothing whatsoever? I was about to find out, I guess.

I hopped into the shower to clean up and prepare myself to get to work for the last part of my shift. I dried and brushed my hair, reapplied my makeup, and strapped on the watch. It didn’t take long before I was called out for a pickup. After a couple of pickup and deliveries I found myself on the sixth floor without a new assignment so I headed for the Mailgirls mat. When I got there I found Kelly already kneeling on it also waiting for a new assignment. I knelt down beside her.

The two of us remained in uncomfortable silence for a minute or so before Kelly finally spoke up. “So you had to go straight to Barbara and tell her what I told you in confidence today?”

“Kelly, you’re not in any position to be talking about betrayed confidences,” I retorted.

“Maybe not, but I was trying to help you,” she said. “I was trying to warn you that Barbara’s been trying to get her claws into you for a long time.”

“You’re way too late for that,” I said. “A couple of months too late.”

We kneeled there in silence for several minutes before Kelly spoke again. “Did you hear what happened to Hector Flores today?”

“Flores? No, what happened to him?”

“He got fired this afternoon,” Kelly said. “I got called up to his office to pick up a box of his personal effects as security was escorting him out. He was screaming bloody murder about it, too. Said he didn’t know why he was being fired.”

“When did this happen?” I asked.

“An hour or so ago. Maybe a little longer than that.”

It was during the time I was locked in the closet. Now I knew what Barbara had been up to while she was gone. “Barbara did it,” I said to Kelly. “Barbara fired him.”

“Barbara?” Kelly replied. “He doesn’t even work in her department. I mean, the guy’s a creep and I’m glad he’s gone, but why the hell would Barbara fire him?”

“Just to show me she could,” I said. “To prove to me she had the power.” I knew now her offer of protection for me, Anna, Kelly, and any future mailgirls in exchange for my obedience was no myth or idle boast. She had just shown me that she could do what she claimed she could do.

Kelly pondered what I’d said for a few moments. “Are you going to tell me what the hell happened in Barbara’s office?”

“No.”

We both remained kneeling together in uneasy silence for at least another five minutes before Kelly’s watch finally alerted her to a pick up. “Thank god,” she said as she leapt to her feet and took off.

I finished my last run of the day a little after six and by the time I got to the locker room Kelly was already dressed and bolted out the door without speaking to me. Anna was sitting on the bench looking at me with a puzzled smile. “My clothes are gone,” she said to me. “Kelly said you could tell me about it.”

“I’ll tell you about everything back at the condo, Anna. I just want to get a quick shower and get the hell out of here. It’s been a crazy day.”

Anna got up and walked toward me. “That’s okay,” she said with a smile as she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the lips. “Clothes just get in the way anyway.”

This caught me a little off guard and I laughed a little as my lips pulled away from hers. “Wow, what’s gotten into you?”

“You have,” Anna replied as she kissed me again. The warmth and touch of her bare skin against mine felt wonderful and was the perfect antidote to all of the craziness of the day. My shy, frightened little girl is growing up fast, I thought to myself. I let her kiss linger this time before pulling away. I took her by the hand and led her to the shower.

The two of us shared the same shower nozzle as we soaped each other, letting our hands wander over each other’s bodies. When we were done we toweled each other off, then kissed again. When we were done Anna looked at me. “Now what?” she asked. “How do we get to the condo?”

I took her by the hand. “We’re going to have to get an escort şişli escort from the Security office,” I said. “And something to wear.”

We walked hand in hand through the basement hall to the same Security office that Anna and I had been brought to the day her mom had showed up here at DDE and sucker punched me. Unlike that day the room was empty except for one man, a balding fortyish security guard with a gray flecked stubble beard. A crooked grin came to his face as he watched us enter. “Hello girls,” he said.

“Did Barbara Anderson talk to you about the arrangement to escort us to her condo?” I asked.

“As a matter of fact she did,” he replied, his eyes wandering over our bodies. He picked up a radio and keyed the mike. “Hey Tim, I’ve got a task to take care of. I’ll be out of the office for a few minutes.”

“Need any help?” Tim’s voice replied over the radio.

“Naw,” the man said, his eyes glued to my tits. “I just need to escort a couple of employees out. Looks pretty boring. I can handle it.”

“Okay'” the voice said. “Let me know when you’re back.”

“Roger.”

“You have something for us to wear?” I asked.

“Yeah, unfortunately,” he replied. He opened a drawer and retrieved two small scraps of white cotton fabric and what I recognized as the condo key card, a type of key similar to what you would find in hotels. I held out my hand to take the garment.

“Nope,” he said. “You’re not allowed to dress in the building. “Ms. Anderson’s orders.” Apparently her statement that I would never again wear a single stitch of clothing anywhere in the DDE complex was meant literally.

We followed the guard out the door into the basement corridor, then walked until we reached an exit door and followed him through it. On the other side was an underground garage reserved for the company’s top executives. At this time of the evening it was mostly empty. Now that we were out of the building the guard handed each of us our folded garments. I shook it open and saw it was a thin white cotton tank top. That was it. Nothing else.

I pulled on the tank top and Anna did the same. They were a snug fit and hugged every curve of our bodies. I pulled the bottom of it down to cover my ass which revealed a great deal of cleavage. When I tried to adjust the top part to cover my breasts half of my ass came uncovered. It was barely enough to keep us legal on the walk to the condo. The crooked grin returned to the guard’s face as he watched us try to adjust them. “You’re a bit overdressed for my tastes,” he said.

With Anna’s hand in mine we followed him up some stairs to an exit that led us outside into the main employee parking lot. From there we crossed the lot toward a busy street filled with rush hour traffic. Along the way we passed by the clothing donation bin and I thought about our clothes being in there and how Kelly had been forced to come out here naked twice today to deposit them. I don’t know how she had felt but I knew it would’ve been very exciting for me. Even wearing the thin tank top out here was exciting.

Several horns honked as we stood at the crosswalk waiting for the light to turn green, and as we crossed the street I could feel the eyes on us. It seemed strange that after being totally nude for weeks working in the tower that being outdoors in public like this wearing a tank top could be so arousing. I could tell by the way Anna was squeezing my hand that she felt the same way. As we passed in front of the cars stopped at the light she playfully grabbed the bottom of my shirt with her free hand and lifted it revealing my ass. “Anna!” I squealed as I reached back to pull it down. Anna simply laughed. So did the security guard who was behind us and got a prime view of the show.

Five minutes later we stood in front of the entrance to Barbara’s condo. The guard inserted the key card and opened the front door, then held out his hand. “Give me your shirts,” he ordered. We stripped them off and handed them to him. “Someone will be here in the morning to take you back to work. Be ready.”

“What about the key?” I asked.

“You don’t get one,” he replied, pocketing the key card.

I knew the door was designed to lock whenever closed. “So we’re trapped in here and can never leave except to go to work?”

The guard smirked. “I’m not an expert on doors or anything but I’m guessing if one of you stays inside then she can open the door for the other one,” he said sarcastically. “And don’t leave the door propped open either. That’s per Barbara Edwards’ orders.”

The guard turned to leave. “Goodnight gals,” he said. “See you tomorrow.”

“Adios asshole!” Anna shouted at him, then grabbed me by the hand and dragged me into the condo. She kept dragging me until we reached the bedroom.

I may have created a monster, I thought, as Anna pressed her lips against the nape of my neck and began working her way down from there.

AGONY AND ECSTASY

Two orgasms later I lay in bed drained, Anna’s head resting on my chest, her right hand stroking my hair. As we lay there I pondered the changing dynamics escort bayan of my relationship with her. The shy, frightened girl I’d first met a few weeks ago was becoming more confident all the time, and as time passed she was taking control of our relationship. I may have mentored her in our first lovemaking session last night but she had quickly taken control tonight. In both cases she had been the aggressor in initiating the sex.

I’d seen some signs of this nature right from the start in her stubborn insistence in becoming a mailgirl despite my advice and the way she had marched into Barbara’s office to make it happen. I also recognized my typical pattern of ceding control to a lover as the relationship progressed and understood now that this was part of my submissive nature. Still, I was surprised with how quickly my original role as a mentor and protector to the girl was changing as Anna became more forceful, independent, and confident.

Anna interrupted my thoughts as she finally broke the silence. “Are you going to tell me what happened with Barbara today?” she asked.

“Yes, but I have a question for you first Anna.”

“Okay.”

“Why did you sign a contract today without talking to me first?” I asked.

Anna sighed. “I wanted to, but Barbara wouldn’t let me. She said she was ending my internship immediately and I either had to sign a Mailgirls contract or leave the company. She said if I left the office without signing it I wouldn’t be given another chance.”

That sounded exactly like Barbara. She’d used the same tactic on me today, demanding an immediate “my way or the highway” decision, confident in knowing which path I would choose. I certainly couldn’t blame Anna for caving in to it.

“Besides, I love being a mailgirl and I was doing it for nothing,” Anna continued. “She offered me a lot of money to do what I wanted to do anyway!”

“That’s okay,” I said to her. “She forced me into a decision today in pretty much the same way.”

“What happened today anyway?”

I decided I was going to tell her everything, I would hold nothing back. I started with Kelly’s confession of her complicity in recruiting me, my confrontation with Barbara, the ultimatum she had given me, and my decision to submit to her. Then I told her about the whipping and the closet.

After I’d finished we both lay there in silence for awhile as Anna digested everything I’d told her. “Wow,” she said finally. “I guess me signing that contract didn’t help things.”

“It gives her more leverage over me. I think she wants to use the threat of forcing us apart to control me.”

“That’s never going to happen,” Anna said as she kissed me on the lips. I smiled up at her and began stroking her hair.

“No, it’s not,” I replied.

Anna asked me about the whipping Barbara gave me. “That sounds awful. Did you actually like it?” she asked.

I thought it about it for a minute. “I can’t say that I ‘liked’ it but it was incredibly arousing. I think it’s mostly the humiliation and loss of control, more than the pain that gets me off. The same with the bondage. There’s something in my nature that really gets turned on by it. I don’t know where it comes from, but it’s there.”

She thought about it for a minute. “My mom used to whip me with a belt. I hated it!”

“I know. Most people would probably feel that way.”

“But the pain is pleasurable to you?” she asked.

“To a point,” I said. “I’m sure there’s a threshold where it wouldn’t be but Barbara never crossed it.”

“I still don’t really get it,” Anna said.

I tried to think of some example that she might relate to. “If you’ve ever been held down and tickled it’s a little like that. It’s both pleasurable and very uncomfortable at the same time and is hard to endure without trying to squirm and get out of it. That’s kind of what I experienced today, only at a more intense level.”

“Okay,” she replied. “I guess I understand that a little.” A devilish smile crossed her face. “So I guess that means you’re ticklish then,” she said as she climbed on top of my midsection and straddled me.

“No, I’m not!” I laughed as she began tickling me with her fingertips.

“You’re not?” she laughed as she intensified the tickling.

I started squirming and laughing. “Okay I am!” I squealed as I grabbed her arms to make her stop. “I’m very ticklish!”

Anna gave me a theatrical pout. “This is no fun if you won’t let me do it.”

“I can’t help it,” I said to her. Then from some deep recess of my brain came the words: “You have to force me. You have to tie me down.”

Anna’s eyes widened. “Really? You want me to?”

The words had surprised me as they came out of my mouth, but now that they’d been spoken I didn’t want to retract them.

“Yes, I do.”

Anna looked around the room. “What should I use? Is there a rope or something around?”

“I don’t know. You’ll need to to look around.”

Anna crawled off of me and started looking through the closet and various drawers in the bedroom. When she didn’t find anything she walked out of escort bayan taksim the door and began searching through the rest of the condo. I guess I could have helped her look but leaving her in charge was part of the game and I was content to lay submissively on the bed.

A couple of minutes later Anna reentered the bedroom carrying some rope. “I found it in a utility closet,” she said. I recognized it as the exact same type of thin rope that Barbara had used on me today in her office. Maybe she gets a discount for buying it in bulk, I thought to myself with amusement.

“That’ll work,” I said to Anna. “You’ll need to cut it into four equal lengths.”

She left the bedroom again and returned with some scissors. After she cut the rope she looked down on me as I lay on the bed. “I’m not really sure how to do this,” she said. “I don’t know any knots or anything.”

“That’s okay. Just do your best. Tie each of my wrists and ankles up to a bedpost and I’ll let you know if it’s too loose or tight.”

After some trial and error I found myself firmly tied spread eagle on the bed unable to move. Anna crawled onto the bed and straddled my stomach, then teasingly wriggled her ten fingers as I looked on in nervous anticipation. “Hmm, where shall I start,” she smiled, then reached down and began tickling my armpits. I let out a combination of a laugh and a shriek as she did this and began writhing beneath her. “Oh boy, you really are ticklish aren’t you?” she laughed.

“Yes!” I squealed. Anna’s fingers kept moving relentlessly over my upper body as I twisted and turned, laughing uncontrollably. I tried in vain to avoid her fingers but the straps held me fast. In some ways this was harder to endure than the whipping as Anna kept tickling without letup.

When she’d finally finished with my upper body she slid off the bed and went after my legs. I continued to writhe and thrash on the bed but I was defenseless against her roaming fingers. When she began tickling the bottom of my feet it was almost more than I could bear. My howls were a combination of laughing, crying, and shrieking. Agony and ecstasy. Anna continued until my entire body shook as I reached an intense orgasm.

Anna backed away, a beaming smile on her face. “Wow!” she said. “That was awesome!”

“Oh my god,” I said weakly, still trying to catch my breath. Anna let me decompress for a couple of minutes before she spoke again.

“What should I do now?” she asked. “Do you want me to let you go?”

“You’re in control, Anna.”

That devilish grin returned to her face. “Well then, I’m starved,” she said. “I’m going to fix myself something to eat and if you’re a good girl I might feed you something, too. Then I think we’ll do that again!” Anna leaned over and gave me a deep kiss on the lips, then turned and padded out of the room leaving me strapped to the bed.

As I stared helplessly at the ceiling a smile crossed my face. This had been the craziest day of my life and it wasn’t over yet.

HOLDING PATTERN

After that crazy day things started settling down a bit for me and Anna. Every weekday morning a DDE security guard would show up at the condo at 7:00 am, hand us each a skimpy tank top, and escort us to the DDE complex. We’d enter through the underground executive parking garage and would have to remove the shirt and hand it back to the guard before we were allowed to enter the building.

From 8:00 am until 6:00 pm we worked our regular mailgirls shift. After that I began my now mandatory naked cocktail waitress duties in the tenth floor executive lounge which usually lasted for an hour or two, depending on how busy it was. Since I was a salaried employee those extra hours earned me no additional money or overtime and the executives were told by Barbara not to tip me. The only one who ever broke that rule was the CEO Dan Evans who continued to be pleasant to me on the relatively rare nights he showed up in the lounge.

Although Anna wasn’t required to be there and was too young to legally serve cocktails she always accompanied me to the lounge and refused to go back to the condo without me. By the time we got home each night it was often 8:30 or 9:00 and we only had the energy for a quick dinner and a little television before collapsing into bed.

On Saturdays I was also required to come in for a few hours to deliver mail for the reduced staff working in the tower that day. Anna also came with me although I kept trying to convince her to stay home and relax. Sunday was the only day we had the entire day off and we pretty much just hung out all day in the condo, unwilling to go outside without any clothes. Other than the brief walk each day to and from work Anna and I remained nude all day, every day.

When we had the time and energy, Anna and I continued exploring our “tickle torture” bondage game and she even began researching online different types of knots and methods of tying me up. Needless to say this was a tremendous turn on for me and Anna was really getting into it, too. From tickling she began including some light spanking which I also loved. Our relationship continued to evolve as Anna gained confidence and control. It was nothing like a slave/master type of thing – I had plenty of that with Barbara – but I enjoyed allowing Anna to take control of our lovemaking sessions as I played the submissive.

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Taking the Plunge Bk. 02 Pt. 01

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(Hi, dear readers, girls and Daddies! Thank you for all the kind feedback from Book 1. It’s been so much fun getting to know some of you and I wish everyone a fun, sexy time on their own journey.)

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I dressed soon after he left the hotel, leaving my cage on, and I departed the suite, but not before scouring it for anything I might be leaving behind – so many little items of clothing and sex play all over. I marveled at what a mess a Daddy and sissy can make over 24 hours on their first hotel date.

As I stepped out of the door, I looked back into the suite, just remembering everything from my first night ever as the sissy I always wanted to be, and suddenly aware of my sore, pink assho….I mean my sissy pussy….which had taken Daddy’s cum inside three times. It felt, I don’t know, accepting and feminine somehow.

I pulled my rolling carryon packed with all of my slut clothes, now dirty with the remnants of our pleasure, out of the elevator and into the lobby. I saw myself in a giant wall mirror there, dressed in boy clothes for the first time in a day. Wow, I don’t know what’s real about me anymore……don’t look, trisha, don’t look.

Honestly, it was painful, and my gender confusion came back with a bang, reinforced by the way I was addressed, standing there staring at some ghost of a man who seemed to be fading away before me.

“Sir, may we call you a taxi? Sir?”

Oh fuck, he’s talking to me.

“Yes, thanks. I’ll wait at the front.”

‘Sir.’ If only he knew the real me. What I had been doing – and loved doing up there in the big suite.

I stepped outside and closed my eyes for just a second and took in a deep breath to calm myself. I have to remember what Daddy told me when I had my little panic attack last night:

“‘I want to talk to the man inside of you, just for a moment. I just want to tell him that I know he’s there, I appreciate the time that he’s giving us to play, and I promise to always be good to you, Trisha. I want him to have as much of a good time as we are having, but he has to stay out of the way and let us enjoy the ride.'”

I smiled, remembering just how tender he was with me in my most insecure moment. It was just all fun, wasn’t it? I mean it was so so hot and incredible, and even the sissy ‘shame’ that’s like, part of the fetish, is just kinda all for fun when you accept that you like it, I guess. I still didn’t have the answers standing there but I was calmed down by Daddy’s words and the knowledge that it was just fine. I just had to figure it out for myself.

I took a cab ride back to my apartment in Brooklyn. The ride was one of those wistful ‘morning-after’ ones in New York, with a too-bright blue sky and all the Saturday activity of the city.

My mind was bouncing between the fun we had, and the other thing that Daddy had said: “if we meet again, it’s the beginning of the end for [my male name]”. I knew, from our internet chats before meeting, that he wanted a willing sissy to feminize, and I know that’s what he meant. Now it’s up to me to take the plunge. Oh god, I need someone to talk to!

I spent the rest of the day online reading as much as I could about feminization, the steps, what it’s really like to be a female in the world, everything from accounts of just being a part-time CD to full trans SRS and the whole spectrum. It helped me greatly to realize that being a sissy is different from being trans. I don’t feel ‘like a woman’ all the time, and didn’t steal my sister’s panties or anything. It seemed that, for me in particular, being a sissy is a sexual kink. Not that that’s bad – it’s the most intense thing I’ve ever done and maybe my sexuality is feminine but my ‘being’ in the world is male?

I didn’t know. Fuck, I was confused and I just wanted to talk to Daddy some more about it, about what he wants, and what I want, and and and….

Our date was much more intense and emotional than I had expected. I needed some time to process everything. It’s probably a good thing that he’s going away for a week, to be honest, I thought. But I’ll be damned if I’m not going to see him again, and be Daddy’s eager slut for that beautiful cock and ohhhh fuck get it together, trisha.

I decided to text him in the morning, Sunday, and tell him ‘yes’ I couldn’t wait to see him again when he gets back from Europe:

“Hi, Daddy. May your slut please see you again? Please, Daddy?”

“What’s your address, princess? I’m going to send you a little gift before I leave.”

“[my address]”

“Good whore. It will come Monday night so hurry home after work and text me when it arrives.”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.” I put in a few pink and purple emoji hearts just to be extra innocent and slutty for him. I may be a confused guy, but Trisha knows exactly what she wants.

I didn’t see him at work Monday, I mean the building is huge, and who knows if he was even there, but you can bet I raced home. I waited, waited, and almost jumped when I heard my buzzer go off. I sprinted back canlı bahis up the stairs with the rather large box that wasn’t as heavy as it looked. I ran into my bedroom and locked the door – roommate wouldn’t be home yet for some time. I texted Daddy.

“The delivery is here Daddy. I haven’t opened the box yet, Daddy.”

“Open it, you dumb bitch.” My knees almost buckled in lust from his demeaning me. Why is that so hot?

“Yes, Daddy.”

I didn’t just open it; I tore the box open like a kid at Christmas expecting just what he asked for from Santa.

My eyes and hands could hardly believe it.

I reached in and started to pull them all out. Counting 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,…..a dozen lacy pink, lavender, purple and white panties of every style, most silk, some thongs, hip huggers, boyshorts, low rise. Underneath them were two babydoll nighties, both sheer pink in different styles, one open front fly-away and the other ending just above my clitty, frilled with soft pink faux-fur. Both were absolutely totally femme and girly and so cute. Omg.

I stared down at my bed, suddenly looking way more sissy than it had ever looked. All of these beautiful soft sexy panties and the nighties…oh Daddy. Daddy! I was so enraptured that I forgot to text him back as I turned the panties over and over in my hands marveling at their softness and variety.

“DADDY! DADDY! DADDY! THANK YOU SO MUCH DADDY!” I finally responded.

“Yvw, babygirl. Before we meet again, only panties. No underwear ever. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy, only panties only panties 24/7 Daddy.”

“Every morning till we meet send a shot of you in that day’s panties. Every night before bed in a nightie. I’ll get texts in Europe. Two pics each day.”

“Yes, Daddy I will I promise”

“Put pair on now and show me, slut.”

You never saw anyone take their clothes off as fast as I did right there and then. In mere seconds I was naked, my eyes scanning the bed…which one?? What’s the most submissive, girly, slutty pair? Oh, they are all…..wait that one, hot pink silk tanga with embroidered pink hearts, very thin line of black lace around the waist and leg openings and a little baby pink bow in front. That’s the one.

I pulled the pair up over my ass and suddenly she was back inside me. Trisha I mean. “Oh, Daddy,” I moaned in her high femme slutty voice, as I felt myself up, staring into my mirror. I took a quick couple of pics from the belly down, turning slowly and running my hand over my ass with a playful spank, and sent them to him.

“Very nice, baby. Fit ok?”

“Perfect, Daddy. Perfect, thank you Daddy.”

“Every day, and every night, bitch. Don’t forget.”

“I won’t Daddy I promise.”

“Are you going to do anything else for me while I’m gone?”

Oh……he had told me to get my nipples and belly button pierced. That’s a big step, isn’t it girls? But…oh fuck it why not. I mean I’m going this far with him and it’s so, so hot.

I texted him back nervously:

“Nipples and belly button pierced, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Send pic when done. Use this place.”

He texted me a link to a webpage for an upscale salon in Chelsea catering to men.

“Yes, Daddy. I can’t wait, Daddy.”

He was silent, and I took the time to look over the panties again, dreaming of putting each of them on, drawing them slowly up my legs, and posing for him, while my hands were gently pinching my nipples and belly button wondering what that’s going to feel like.

He texted again after a few minutes.

“Trisha, PAY ATTENTION: if you ever get scared again, text me. I’ve looked for someone like you for a while and I think you are special. Remember, I’ll never hurt you and I want us to both be happy.”

My eyes filled with tears – the tears from having someone accept me finally and stripping the guilt away from my desires. How does he know? How does he know? When I look back on it, he was so smart, giving me something reassuring that I could read over and over again, and just putting it all back into perspective.

I texted him back:

“Thank you thank you, Daddy. I’ll text you Daddy and I won’t run away Daddy, I promise.”

“I know you won’t, princess.”

A few hours later, before I climbed into bed in my new ultra femme pink silk babydoll nightie, I took another short video for Daddy. I was beyond horny again for him; I had never slept like this before – in a babydoll, so soft and submissive against my skin.

As I filmed myself, I whispered “Hi, Daddy. Thank you for my beautiful nightie.” And even though my face was out of frame, I slapped my right cheek hard twice just because it was fucking hot, and whispered “I’m Daddy’s fuckhole,” and I knew it would turn us both on.

After a few minutes, he texted back:

“Look what you did, bitch.”

And he sent a pic of his giant cock, rock hard, and ready to burst.

As I lie in bed staring at the walls, my hands unable to stop feeling the delicious silk covering kaçak iddaa my smooth body, feeling those pink feminine feelings course through me, I reassured myself: ‘Yes, yes, I will. I won’t be scared. I accept, I accept myself. Thank you, Daddy, thank you Daddy…’

It was hard to sleep that night, then it became very, very easy.

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That was Monday night. By Tuesday afternoon at work, I was a mess. Horny beyond belief, unable to concentrate, my mind caught in some electrical storm bouncing between the clit-melting feeling of my second pair of silk panties worn under my boring office chinos and thoughts of him, Daddy – everything about him coming back to me in sexual flashes:

the first taste of his cock there on my knees in the hotel,

the taste of the base of his cock holding my mouth open when he forced himself into my wet, gagging throat,

the feel of his dominant body slamming against mine as he took me from behind,

the throb of his cock as he emptied his cum inside me again and again,

the curves of his muscular frame as I massaged him on the bed,

the incredible, expert, painful flogging that sent me into a state of complete submission,

and the sting of his open palm against my face and my ass, owning me, controlling my pain and my desire.

I think this is what they used to call being “swept off your feet.”

I realized that for the first time in my life, one of those sissy ‘dreams’ was coming true: I hadn’t slept in or worn any boy underwear in 24 hours. It was all femme underneath, all the time. It had made me crazy with desire, along with sending Daddy pics and posing for him while he was away.

Tonight I wanted to do something special for him, to surprise him the way he surprised me. From our months of internet chat, I remembered Daddy’s deep, wonderful denim fetish and berated myself for not paying it enough attention.

‘Don’t be such a fucking selfish whore, Trisha, all wrapped up in your own doubts: Daddy’s pleasure is first,’ I told myself, trying to bury my bubbling self-doubt in my overwhelming sissy lust for him.

To surprise him, I decided to go shopping after work for my first pair of girls’ hip-huggers, extra lo-rise, the way he likes it. But what size am I in girls’ jeans? Omg, I have so much to learn. I’m going to feel ridiculous at the shop, but whatever – I can’t be the first guy to shop for them, and it’s not for me really. I mean it is, but it’s for Daddy….all for Daddy.

The shopgirl was so kind, after I robotically blurted out a sentence I had practiced over and over on the way there:

“Hi! I’m looking for a few pairs of distressed very lo-rise hiphuggers, but I have no idea what size I am. Can you help me?”

She gave me a knowing look and asked, “How tight do you want them?”

“Pretty tight,” I replied without hesitation.

“Ok, turn around for me. Bend forward slightly. Good, wait here.”

She brought me four pairs, two different styles in two sizes each and took me to the dressing room.

As I pushed my leg into the first pair I thought ‘these are way too tight, I’ll never fit’ but to my shock the jeans just sort of hugged my body, making room for me and accenting my calves and thighs, and…oh wow, they are perfect over my already rather femme ass that never really fit in men’s jeans. And they close so sexily at the front, sitting so low under my belly button. Holy…..

At that moment, seriously from that moment, I’ve never wanted to wear men’s pants again.

I stared at myself turning back and forth in the mirror, marveling at the leg and butt-enhancing properties of the jeans but more so at how they made me feel. These are Trisha’s jeans; they are made for her, for me. They make it real in a different way than the slutty, playtime clothes that I had brought to the hotel.

This was something more frightening to me: ‘everyday’ clothes, which felt like a new level of self-acceptance. But they are so sexy – and I was so horny for Daddy. But if I get these, I’m taking another step deeper.

What am I doing? Who am I really? Is this me? Oh god, don’t freak out, I told myself as I started hyperventilating slightly. My hand moved involuntarily to my cellphone, wanting to text Daddy and yell “Help me! help me come back to you Daddy”…..not here, trisha, not here! Breathe!

“How do they fit?” I heard the shopgirl call out.

Thank the stars for the kind people of the world. I was immediately brought back to reality and my breathing slowed and I popped open the door to the changing room and stepped out with a little smile, not saying a word.

“Wow!” She exclaimed, stepping right up behind me. “You have a great butt, and they look amazing on you!”

“I bet you say that to all the….all the….um…..really confused guys,” I joked, and we both laughed, breaking the tension.

“No, seriously, You have a great shape already, and they really work on you” she told me, but she didn’t have kaçak bahis to. My mind was made up.

I bought the two smaller sized pairs. But just before I left the shop, I saw another item in my fantasy list: it was the rack of girly belts. Oh wow, so many from black rock-n-roll style with metal studs to the cutest pink faux leather with rhinestone hearts all around. I went back to the counter with that one, and the shop girl gave me a sly, ‘in on it’ grin and she whispered, “Have fun.”

My heart was pounding all the way back to my apartment, eager to strip off these horrible male office clothes and dress for Daddy, wanting put on a real show for him, now on his trip overseas and might have just landed.

I had a few hours until my roomie would be home, so I dressed quickly: today’s panties were baby pink lace-back open crotch boy shorts. I peeled on the first pair of distressed hip huggers, so tight that they look almost painted on. Oh wow, they feel just as good as in the shop, so tight on my body, holding everything in place for Daddy.

I realized right there just how much female clothing is inherently submissive, or at least turns the power dynamic on it’s head by manipulating male desire. The heels that could barely be walked in, and the tight jeans and skirts that restrict movement while inviting the male gaze and desires. I’m going there with you, Daddy, and for both of us.

Then, I put on my 5 inch clear platform stripper heels, and the new pink belt. The outline of the pink boy short panties was just visible under the hip-huggers. Omg. Seriously, if you just saw a pic of me from the waist down with all this on, I was all girl. I could hardly believe it, and it turned me on so much knowing he was was going to love it.

From my sissy stash, I pulled out the white bra and ‘slut’ crop top from our night together at the hotel, and my long very-sandy blonde wig, fastening two cute little pigtails at the top, with all-pink hair ties to match the belt. They dangled over my face innocently.

I couldn’t do full makeup as I didn’t want to get busted later by my roomie (looking back now, it was silly to even care about that) but I did carefully apply mascara and the same bright red lipstick that Daddy loved messing up so much last week.

And there I\she was again – Trisha – standing seductively before the mirror looking at myself and my new denim-enhanced curves. In just a few minutes, I had transformed from a boring office boy into Daddy’s eager cumslut again. I need this more than anything; this is me and Daddy wants me, he wants the real me, the kinky me, the free me.

There’s just one more thing I need for my photo/video shoot for Daddy. I walked around the side of the bed and picked up my blah male chinos from the office, and slipped out the 2 inch black leather belt from the loops. Now I can begin.

I positioned the camera on the dresser and set the photo app to take a pic every 10 seconds, and I started posing in my jeans. Everything from ass closeups to full body, draping the belt over me, then presenting it to the camera as if I was asking Daddy to use it on me, then pushing my tongue out for a dramatic licking of it, and on an on. After about 45 minutes of posing and editing it down to the best 7 pics, I texted him:

“Hi, Daddy. I hope an extra text is ok, Daddy. I couldn’t help it, I went shopping for something to show you, just for you Daddy. ” I added a few cute emoji hearts, and I sent him the gallery, nervously hitting send.

What do I do now, just wait? I decided to stay dressed as long as possible, it felt so perfect. I thought I would get maybe an hour in these clothes just prancing back and forth before my mirror, practicing sitting and standing like a sissy girl, talking to myself in my ultra high femme voice, enjoying the tight constricting denim accenting my curves. I even closed my eyes in a haze of lust and sucked my thumb for a few minutes repeating “Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy” over and over again in my mind, even though I’m not into age play, but it was so hot to just be Daddy’s little girl slut waiting for him to reply.

If he replies. He’s probably asleep or in a dinner meeting or fucking some other slut and forgetting about…..

My phone gave a strange ring that I had never heard before. I raced back to the bed and picked it up. My eyes widened as I saw it “DDY requests FaceTime. Accept?”

I gulped. I really did it this time, Trisha. I took a quick breath to steady my nerves as I put my earbuds in. Yes, I accept – I accept FaceTime and I accept what Daddy wants and I accept myself.

I accept.

“Hi, Daddy.”

“Well, well, well princess. Quite a surprise.”

He was smiling slightly, apparently naked except for a large peach colored hotel bathrobe. My heart jumped hoping that I had pleased him.

I was holding the phone with one hand giving him a view of my body from the lips down, moving it slowly around to show him my curves, the heels, everything.

“Did you buy those jeans today, babygirl?”

“Yes, Daddy, I bought two pairs of them and I couldn’t wait to show you, I wanted to surprise you Daddy.”

“You certainly did. Are you alone?”

“Yes, Daddy for about an hour I think, then my roommate should be home, Daddy.”

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