A gentle beginning

“Be ready tomorrow night at 8. We are going out, it will be a surprise for you. Wear something sexy for daddy.” His message was short and simple. She was use to that, he always sent quick orders like this, and she always obeyed.

She thought about their conversation a few nights before in his bed, how he was thinking about sharing her. It both excited and scared her, but then that was normal when she was around him, the contrasting emotions.

The next day couldn’t come soon enough for her. It was a Friday and the day at worked dragged on. As soon as the clock hit 5 she was getting her coat on. Work friends were asking her out for a drink, but she politely declined, saying she had other plans. She got the normal teasing from them, questions about her mysterious boyfriend, about who he was, what he did, but she just laughed them away. It was her secret, and she loved it that way.

She rushed home, eager to get ready and be with him again. And she was **** to know what his plans for her were.

She showered and shaved herself perfectly smooth, something he always demanded of her. And then she had to decide what to wear. She still had no idea what he had in mind for tonight, but assumed that he would have told her what to wear if there was something special in mind.

Instead she settled on a nice short dress, the sort he liked her in, flowing skirt that he could reach under easily, the top low cut showing off her breasts, and her cleavage made even more prominent with just the right bra.

Underneath she kept things just as simple. Matching white bra and thong, simple but expensive, one of many gifts he had brought her since she had given herself to him. She kept her make up as simple, and satisfied, she finished it all with some strappy heels.

And ready, she waited, knowing he would be here exactly at 8.