Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
After stripping off my clothes I pick up my phone and settle onto the king size bed in the center of the room. The walls are a silvery copper color and glow with metallic flecks, while the four wooden posts on the custom bed have discrete hooks and holes in them where Daddy sometimes uses rope or straps on me when we play.
He has even sent me flying. Tying me with intricate rope and fixing it to the ‘X’ cross that runs diagonally from the kitty corner posts. All I need to do is walk into this room and my throat tightens, my lady parts tingle and my panties are toast.
That is, if Daddy has told me to wear panties that day. Enter Rule number twelve, always ask Daddy if it’s a panty or no panty day.
Him: Are you naked?
Me: Yes, Daddybear. I’m sitting on the bed.
Him: Did I tell you to sit on the bed?
My heart thumps in my chest. Even through text I detect his tone of disapproval. When Daddy is like this, I know better than to give him any backchat. When he’s very specific about his instructions, I know that he demands my complete obedience.
Me: No, Sir. I’m sorry. Where would you like me to be?
Him: Tosses up the ‘Sir’. Good idea, BBB. You’ve learned well. I want you to go to the second drawer in the dresser, under the mirror. Take out the purple Hitachi wand, then take the black iPhone I’ve left set up on the tripod in the closet and place it in front of the leather chair. Do you understand these instructions?
Me: Yes, DB.
Him: Goodgirl. Now, put this phone down and do as you’re told. Once you have completed my commands, retrieve your phone and go stand by the chair and text me everything is in order. Do it now. I will wait.
Tension and desire thrum between my legs as I move with haste to complete his directives. Warmth gathers on my cheeks and flashes down my chest as my nipples draw tight and the roar of blood rushes through my ears.
Deafening silence fills the room as I check and double check I’m doing exactly as I’ve been told, heart thundering at the thought that I might have missed something, done something wrong or will disappoint Daddy in some way.
Once I’ve made sure everything is in order, I retrieve my phone, then walk over and stand beside the leather armchair. It could be straight out of a medieval castle, and with me standing here without a shred of clothing I feel beautiful and spoiled, like a princess. Taking one last deep breath and hoping I completed everything properly, I tap out a reply.
Me: All done, Daddybear.
His reply doesn’t come immediately and my already racing heart picks up another notch, leaving me feeling like I’ve just run up a hill.
Thirty agonizing seconds later I see the three dots on the text screen begin to pulse and his reply follows.
Him: That’s my girl. Now, open the iPhone—the password is your birthday—and connect the Whatsapp to the number I’ve programmed in. That is a new phone I have with me, just for us to use for these sessions. We will be on video feed and you can put your own phone down. Understand my instructions, Babybear?
Me: Yes, Daddybear.
I swallow hard. I’ve never done a video for Daddy while he’s been away. I know he doesn’t see what I see, but I’m still self-conscious about how I look. In the past, Daddy has always excused me when he’s suggested I try a video.
But, there’s a distinct difference between when Daddy makes a suggestion and a request. Requests are not denied, suggestions leave some wiggle room. I’ve learned the difference.
Enter Rule #1: Never say ‘no’ to Daddy.
This is part of a set of twenty-one rules I have to follow, and he reserves the right to create more. Which he does, too, from time to time.
As far as Rule #1, I can discuss, I can use other words, but I am never to directly say ‘no’ to him. And on the few occasions I’ve slipped up, consequences followed.
But it wasn’t the red bottom, or the two hundred lines he had me write, “I will never say ‘no’ to Daddy”, or the corner time I spent looking down at my toes for an hour while I stood on a pile of dry rice.
Nope. It is never the punishment that hurts the most.
It’s the disappointment I see in his eyes. That is what squeezes my heart until I think it will burst.
Him: Goodgirl. I have the other phone here with me. I’ll wait for you to connect. Do it now.
I follow his directions and in a few moments, we are face to face on the video feed.
“Hello, beautiful.” His playful tone sends a new set of shivers coursing through me. He can be so stern, so commanding, then on a dime the sweetest, most romantic man on the planet. “You know you are the sweetest thing in my life every day. How’s my girl?”