CHAPTER FIVE
Daddy's first order came moments after I signed the contract.
"Strip." He told me authoritatively.
My breath caught in my throat and it took me a moment too long to respond. Daddy saw my hesitation and told me, "now."
His voice was dripping with authority and I was sure my panties would be dripping, too, if he kept talking to me like that.
I swallowed hard and started stripping my clothes off. My hands were fumbling harder than they had when I reviewed the contract only moments before. Now those same shakey hands were removing my clothes, one garment at a time. I stripped bare and stood before Daddy wearing nothing but a shy smile.
"Turn for me." Daddy told me and I turned. He looked over the body that was now his and I felt myself shudder slightly. He owned me, this man owned me. Before I had felt like this was a bit of fun, but the reality of having just signed a contract that was giving myself over to him body and soul was sinking in.
Then he told me to kneel beside him and I did as I was told. Kneeling there I gazed up at my Daddy and he smiled down at me. Returning his smile, I felt a sense of bliss take over me like nothing I had felt before. I had surrendered to him. I was powerless and liberated at the same time. The amount of trust I had in this man was immense, even as I hardly knew him. It was like we were both glowing in a sea of happiness and I started to feel a little floaty.
Daddy was giving me instructions, and I was trying to listen to those instructions through the blurriness inside my mind.
From my knees he was telling me how beautiful I looked, and that I was his. Daddy circled around me and looked me over before telling me to stand. As I stood he started touching my body. His warm hands passed over my skin and I felt pure lightness as he touched my hands, my face, my tummy, my thighs. It felt possessive, to be touched like that. Like I was his property to do with as he pleased and he knew that. He knew I was all his, and he was going to enjoy every little touch, enjoy the warm softness of my skin. The soft skin of the woman that he owned now, body and soul.
Daddy was behind me when I felt his hardness for the first time. He had been running his hands over my tummy and thighs when he'd moved that little bit closer and I felt a hardness through his suit pants that told me he was very much enjoying this. That rush of having pleased him came to me so suddenly that it caught me off guard. A big smile spread across my face.
"What are you smiling at?" He whispered into my ear, very deliberately. Each word almost standing on its own. It felt naughty to have him whisper to me like that.
"I um, I was just happy Daddy." I told him.
"Happy about what?" Daddy asked, intensifying that feeling of naughtiness weather he knew it or not.
I cleared my throat as if it would dislodge uncomfortable feelings I had and told him, "I was just happy that I had made you happy, Daddy."
At my words, Daddy gave a little chuckle. "I love that you're so shy, little girl. We'll have to keep that."
Then Daddy turned me around to face him and kept looking me over. The whole scene felt as if he was exploring me, his property. Not as if he was becoming acquainted with a new lover. It was as if my body was now his possession and no longer belonged to me. It was as if it didn't matter that I was here or not, he was going to do whatever he wanted with me anyway.
After I had signed the slave contract and Daddy had inspected my body - much to his pleasure - Daddy told me sharply, "Get on your knees, slave."
Dropping to my knees at Daddy's first command I looked up to him as he looked down at me. I could not ignore the bulge in his pants and ached so much to touch it, but I wouldn't reach out my hands to Daddy's cock without him commanding me to do so first. I was a good girl and Daddy had told me to drop to my knees, and to do nothing else. So I didn't do anything else. I waited. I looked up at him and I waited.
Daddy seemed to be taking his time as he looked down at me, as if he was in no great hurry at all. He looked down at me and he started rubbing his hardness through his pants. I was resisting the urge to touch him so badly as I stayed in position and looked up at him, as I knew he wanted me to do. I would be a good girl for my Daddy, now and always.
Watching Daddy rub his hardness without looking directly at it became difficult. I wanted to look up into Daddy's eyes as he was looking down at mine, but I couldn't help it. In no time at all, I caved and started looking at his cock, being rubbed by him as he looked down at me, naked and on my knees.
"What are you looking at girl?" Daddy asked me.
I could feel my mouth watering and the urge to touch him growing stronger by the second. I could hardly speak through my need as I told him, "I'm looking at your cock, Daddy." My eyes were glued to his bulge the whole time.
At my words, Daddy unzipped his pants and withdrew a thick cock from his trousers. All I could think in that moment is how much I wanted to feel him stretching me out. Filling my pussy with his thick cock. I wanted to feel full, full of Daddy's cock. But I couldn't say a word.
"You like looking at it girl," Daddy told me, "now you will enjoy Daddy's taste."
I barely had a chance to nod my head when Daddy grabbed a clump of my hair and pushed his cock down my throat. I was gagging on him right away as his cock hit my throat, but Daddy didn't pay much attention to that. He kept thrusting into my mouth, using my wet little mouth with his thick cock, throat fucking me.
Daddy was ruthless. Not only with his thrusting into my hungry mouth but also with his words, "oh yes, take it slut!" He cried after a few thrusts when I started to lean into his thrusts rather than away from them. Wanting to please my Daddy, I tried to suppress my gag reflex while I took more of his cock than he was giving me. After a minute or so, Daddy eased off the rough throat fucking and let me suck him off.
Wanting to please this man was driving me crazy, and the blow job I was giving him felt like no other blow job I had ever given a man. He was so into it, as was I, but not just because it felt good.
We both loved that he was using me, that I was his object like his television or table. I was here to be used as his fuck toy and instrument of pleasure, but I also wanted that. I craved it so badly. I wanted to be used that way and I had gone out of my way to find it. That first time Daddy used my body for his sexual gratification was the first time that I truly felt the power exchange, and the empowerment I received from giving up that power to such a capable man.
As I pleased Daddy he kept talking dirty to me, "That's it, little girl, suck Daddy's pre-cum off the head. Good girl, look up at me."
I was looking up at him and smiling around his cock when I saw the look in his eye, that real hunger. He had the look of real pleasure from what he was receiving and from having power over me. Like all good things, my good work made him want to fuck my mouth more and his fucking my mouth more made me want to do better work. I wanted to please him more.
Having Daddy use my mouth felt like he'd turned my mouth, something I speak with and eat with, something that was such a public part of my life as everyone could see it, into a sex organ. Daddy was using the most public part of me for the most private part of him. He was turning my mouth into something purely there for him and his pleasure.
After allowing me to please him for some time, Daddy pulled my head roughly away from his cock using a clump of my hair that he'd grabbed hold of. He stroked his cock in my face and I felt like he'd taken something away from me, like he'd taken the sweetest thing I had ever tasted away. I tried to move closer to his cock so I could taste the pre-cum I could see glistening on his head after he'd given his shaft a few strokes, but Daddy had a good hold on me. Then I tried to reach that head with my tongue but was just out of range. When Daddy saw what I was trying to do, he pulled my head back again.
"You won't suck your Daddy's cock without permission, girl." He told me gruffly.
Looking up at him, I was pleading with my eyes and he could see that. His smile became sadistic as he told me, "You want that cock, don't you little girl?"
I nodded slightly, knowing it wouldn't help me anyway. Daddy wouldn't give me something just because I wanted it after all.
Daddy's wicked smile went on taunting me as he told me, "do you just want Daddy's cock, girl? Or would you like his cum, too?"
My mouth was still open from when I had tried to lick Daddy's cock and I moaned involuntarily. Because of my open mouth the moan was louder than I had expected, catching me off guard. I didn't have time to be caught off guard though as I told Daddy honestly, "oh god yes Daddy! I want to taste your cum so bad!"
Usually I wouldn't mind the taste of cum, I know some women hate tasting their man's cum, but I don't mind.
Right now though, it was all that I could think about, I wanted to taste him. I wanted to feel my mouth full of cum and to be forced to swallow it. I wanted to feel his thick cum as it went down my throat.
Daddy was beating his hard cock close to my face when he ordered me by telling me how to position my head - I was to tilt it back and to have my mouth open - He was stroking my hair as he stroked his cock. The tease of having Daddy's stiff cock so close to my face was almost too much to bear. I pushed on through it though, determined. I wanted this, I wanted Daddy to fill my mouth with his cum, and with it open right in front of him, I knew he would fill my mouth, but he would get to see himself filling my mouth, and I was sure that was part of the turn-on for him. After all, this whole scene was about Daddy getting exactly what he wanted.
My mouth was watering as I looked up at him and imagined what his cum would taste like. I imagined its taste, it's texture. I wanted to see what he would look like as he orgasmed. I wanted to see what it would look like to please my Daddy for the first time.
It wasn't long until I got that pleasure. As I had my mouth open he started to beat his cock a little faster and a little harder and with a loud, guttural grunt Daddy blew his load into my mouth.
It happened so quickly, but I managed to catch most of Daddy's cum in my mouth. Some of it landed on my cheek and chin. I was tempted to reach up, to get Daddy's cum on my fingers and move it from my face where it had landed into my mouth. I was going to be a good girl though. I was going to please Daddy with my self restraint, so I remained where I was, on my knees for Daddy's pleasure with his fresh cum in and around my mouth.
Daddy took a half step back and put his hand under my chin to tilt it up so he could better see his cum in my mouth.
"Good girl," He told me, "now swallow."
Dutifully, I closed my mouth and gave two big swallows to make sure all of Daddy's cum was gone from my mouth before opening my mouth up again and showing Daddy that all his cum was gone.
My mouth remained open as Daddy used his fingers to feed the cum that was now sliding down my cheek and chin into my mouth before he told me to swallow again. Again, I dutifully did what I was told and showed Daddy how good I was at following orders. I had wanted to move that cum into my own mouth, so that Daddy had done it for me turned me on all the more.
After, I showed Daddy my empty mouth.
After a moment or two admiring my empty mouth which had previously been full of his cum, Daddy took a step forward and took my head again.
"Clean my cock." He told me before firmly taking a clump of hair again and making me suck him clean.
When Daddy's cock was clean and he'd had his fun with my mouth, Daddy put his cock away inside his suit pants and told me to stand.
Standing, still with the taste of Daddy's cock and cum in my mouth I smiled at him. Daddy smiled right back before telling me, "You've been a good girl."
"Thank you Daddy!" I chirped happily.
With a smile from my Daddy, I was dismissed to preform some reading that Daddy gave me. He wanted me to read a few books on BDSM this afternoon and report back to him with what I thought of them. I smiled as I took the assignment and exited Daddy's study. It felt good to be used, but it also felt good that this man was valuing my intelligence enough to get me to read about BDSM and share my thoughts with him. I could see myself doing this into the future quite easily.
Daddy told me I was to keep my clothes off until he allowed me to wear them. He told me that I could go anywhere in the house or on the grounds and everyone who worked here was told to ignore my nudity and talk directly to me, no problems.
So that's what I did. I left the study and walked out into the house. I had an assignment to do, and I would have to get used to being naked. That was fine. I could do this. Anything to make my new Daddy happy.