Monday, June 28, 2010

On Being Daddy's Slut, Pt. 1

Jay and I have entered once again into unchartered waters, but with a good bit more communication, respect, and common sense this time.

Sunday morning found us lying sleepily in bed, my hand on Jay's cock as he told me I was going to be his slut today, and I was going to do as I was told. He was scrolling through his phone as he told me this, and I mewed pitifully "No" as I knew he must be trying to find a suitable playmate for me. My "No" wasn't very heartfelt though as my submissive heart has been longing for another dominant alongside my Daddy for quite some time.

Daddy used certain electronic means to inquire about the availability of a dominant man in our area for his wife. He was kind enough to show me responses and photos and allow me to screen them. I was further allowed to chat with the handful of suitable responders throughout the day to get a feel for their style, intelligence level and desires. I finally settled on just one applicant that I was expected to serve along with Daddy that very evening.

I will christen our new friend "Joe" for reasons I will keep to myself. Like my friend "the hot Englishman" (who has yet to be able to arrange a trip back to Atlanta for a meeting) Joe’s occupation is one I find very sexy. He is not as large in stature ( just slightly below my 6' minimum) with the broad shoulders and wide chest I generally prefer , but he more than made up for that with the commanding way he carried himself.

Daddy had a fairly lengthy phone conversation with him in private during which they discussed certain ground rules as well as how I was to serve them. Daddy and I spoke afterwards both agreeing we felt Joe to be safe, sane, intelligent and respectful. It was agreed that we would meet for a drink after dinner and go from there.

We left our daughter safely asleep in her bed with her brother babysitting to meet our new friend. I was nervous as a cat. My palms were sweaty and my mouth was dry. I worried he would be nothing like his photo, totally unacceptable and I would be disappointed. I worried he would be more attractive than I could stand. I worried I was too fat, too old (he is significantly younger than I), too something...

When we arrived at our destination, I had to force myself not to think, but to act. I followed Jay into the bar and straight to Joe who was waiting at a table for us. Oh God help me, he was HOT!

I felt like a teenager on a first date. I couldn’t look him in the eye; I let Jay make most of the conversation. I felt so shy and awkward.

At some point Daddy said to me, “Tell him what you are wearing under that dress.”

“Nothing,” I shyly replied, barely able to look at either one of them.

“Mmmm, you’re gonna make my cock hard right here in the bar if you keep talking like that,” Joe responded.

Shortly afterwards we decided it was time to go. As Jay went to pay, Joe and I were left alone for a moment.

“So what do you think will happen to you when we get to my place?” he queried.

“Well, I think I might find myself on all four’s crawling on the floor,” I offered.

“Oh, you’re gonna be on the floor,” he promised...

4 comments:

bigd44 said...

Mimi,

How can you leave me hanging like that? This sounds like the begining of a very hot night! I sure hope there are pics of the action.

R and D said...

So let me guess, the rest of the night was full of soft cuddly stuffed animals, ice cream, cake,
and a rubber chicken. I'm learning about this dominate stuff pretty good ain't I.

Mimi said...

Big D...It was indeed a hot night, and there are pictures forthcoming.

R and D...You catch on quick!! Actually there is a sweet dog towards the end of the story...LOL.

Just Call Me Jay said...

Mimi, that ending point was so wrong. You are a brat and I promise you will have to duly punished.

I will certainly have to consult with Joe...