Confidence Boost Ch. 04byclarkroberts©
Daddy had become gloomy since we had gotten home from Florida. I was going to be leaving for college soon. I didn't know if my occasional holiday trips would be enough to keep his confidence boosted. He often said that in order for him to succeed, he needed to find something to hold on to, something to motivate him. I had been that something over the summer but now I was leaving.
To make matters worse, Daddy had to leave town with his boss, Big Jim Anderson to attend "Motorama", the big auto show held at Waldorf Astoria in New York City. Big Jim wanted Daddy's input on the prototypes, concept cars and halo car models being made available next year.
I was busy searching the Internet for a new apartment for Daddy. Such a move was warranted with his recent success. I was compiling a list of apartments to preview while he was in New York. Virtual tours via the Web helped with the elimination process. I had just added an address to my list when Daddy stuck his head though the door and asked me to follow him.
He led me outside. I followed reluctantly, "Daddy what is it? We don't have time to fool around we still have to get you packed...."
"I bought you something."
My mouth fell open. I squealed and jumped up and down on my toes waving my hands in front of me like I might take flight. Sitting in the parking space was a late model pink Cadillac convertible with a big white bow on it.
"I don't know anyone else who would want a pink car."
"Daddy, Elvis owned a pink Cadillac."
"Yeah, but he was the king of rock 'n roll and could get away with it."
"Thank you, Daddy, I love you." I gave him a bear hug. I felt his hand squeeze my ass through my shorts and I felt his manhood stiffen against my pelvic.
Another car pulled into the parking lot and Daddy broke our embrace. He said, "This poor pink bastard is a used model. Owned by a lady selling make-up but its in tiptop shape according to Hank."
Daddy grinned, "You know Horny Hank. The perverted mechanic that whistles at you every time you come down to the Dealership. You had him drooling so much the last time you were there I thought I was going have to get the man a bib. Anyway, he checked it out himself. He wants you safe to keep you showing up at the Dealership so he can ogle your luscious body."
"Oh, Daddy, stop it." I blushed then asked, "Can I drive it?"
"You sure can. Let's take it for a spin."
The top was down and Daddy tried to jump in without opening the door. He almost made it but his toe caught the top of the door and he tumbled into the bench seat.
Laughing I asked, "Are you okay, Daddy?"
Red faced he assured me he was uninjured. I opened the driver's side door and slide across the seat. The keys were in the ignition so I started the engine and put my pretty pink automobile in gear. I eased out into traffic and soon the wind was blowing through my hair as we drove.
After a bit I pulled into a Druthers' Drive-in and parked. It was a retro-restaurant famous for their hamburgers. A waitress in hot pants on roller-skates brought our order out to the parking lot on a tray that hooked to the window of our car.
Daddy bit into his burger while I sipped on a milkshake. He said, "This burger isn't bad but we could have had Julie's lasagna at the diner."
I cocked an eyebrow at his comment. I wondered if it was the lasagna or Julie, the cute waitress at the diner, that Daddy had a hankering. I finished chewing up my French fry and asked, "Do you find Julie attractive?"
Daddy paused mid-bite at my question. He finished chewing before answering, "Yeah, I think Julie is an attractive woman. She's definitively a great cook. Why?"
"You should ask her out."
He looked at me surprised, "Why?"
"I don't want you to be lonely after I go back to college."
Daddy looked at me and touched my bare knee. His eyes were filled with sadness, "I don't want to date Julie while you're gone. I don't want anyone but you."
I smiled and kissed Daddy on the cheek. "You're sweet. Let's get out of here."
A young waitress skated out to the car and fetched our tray after I honked the horn and flashed the headlights. She scooped up the tray and cooed as she skated away, "Nice ride."
We left the top down and headed out into the evening traffic. I drove out to the park and we cruised around the lake. I found a secluded place and put the car in park. We got out and I fed the ducks my leftover French fries. Once our scraps were gone the ducks quacked at us and waddled away.
Daddy was leaning on the pink hood of the car watching me. He whistled like a wolf at my bent over frame. "Haley you have an incredible ass."
I smiled at my father appreciating the lust in his eyes. I stood up straight and sauntered to him. "Glad you like it Daddy. You fucked it so hard in Florida I didn't think I'd ever walk upright again."
He laughed as he took me into an embrace and patted my bottom. "Sorry, for getting so carried away but you have such a sweet ass. I'm not apologizing for loving to fuck you though."
I kissed Daddy deeply, our tongues delightfully danced together. "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me now."
He picked me up by my waist and sat me gently on the hood of my car without breaking our embrace. He pushed me down until my back rested on the still warm hood. He lifted my pink T-shirt above my tits and immediately sucked my hard nipple into his hot wet mouth.
It took my breath away and I hissed, "Uh, uh, that feels so good, Daddy."
He unsnapped my cutoff shorts and pulled them plus my panties down my quivering frame. He left my sandals on me. He stood between my raised legs. He grabbed my ankle and kissed it as he took the other in his other hand. He pushed my ankles as far apart as he could.
In my excitement I slid my forefinger up and down the folds of my cunt. I was incredibly wet. Headlights waltzed in the tree line; the chance of getting caught was an added thrill for me. I looked at Daddy's face through glazed-eyes.
He studied my splayed pussy like he had just discovered a new planet. His voice betrayed a husky heat, "You're so beautiful Haley. I love you so much."
Daddy sniffed the air like the alpha male he was. He caught my scent and followed it to its source. He blew his hot breath into the core of my cunt adding to my heat. He stabbed a finger into my sizzling snatch. He tantalized me by darting his tongue between the folds of my labia. He teased my clit from its hood and once it was exposed he flicked his tongue across it. Moisture escaped from my cunt and streamed down the crack of my ass. Daddy jammed his thumb into my butthole without warning. As he pinched his thumb and finger together like I was a six-pack he lightly bit my clit.
I arched my back, pulled my father's face further into my sopping nethers, squeezed my thighs together and hooted at the moon. My body shuddered with orgasm. Bright colors of white and red fluttered behind my eyelids. I blinked back the black.
Daddy rose up quickly as my legs relaxed their grip on his head as my climax receded. He stood above me and unzipped his fly. His cock sprung out engorged and ready. He grabbed it and roughly slid it up and down my still sensitive slit.
"Oww, Daddy." I huffed.
Satisfied he had lubricated his staff enough he stabbed it into my snatch full force. In one thrust he packed himself completely into my cunt. He groaned, "Haley, your pussy feels so good, girl."
I stuttered, "Cock...big...hard...good...Daddy."
He clutched my hips and pulled me towards him stuffing even more of his cock into my cunt. He smiled down at me as I lay on my back arms outstretched. He reached down and tweaked my nipple eliciting a squeal from my lips.
"Fuck me Daddy."
With that encouragement he began to machinegun his cock in and out of me. I whimpered as he pulverized my pussy to a pleasurable pulp. My breasts bounced around my torso in time to Daddy's thrusting. I felt his cock grow thicker and twitch I knew he was near climax.
"Fill my pussy," I puffed, "fill my pussy with your cum."
My naughty recommendation was all Daddy needed. He buried himself into me clear to his balls. They contracted and he shot a stream of glorious goo onto the velveteen walls of my pussy. He arched his back bellowed in bent up release.
I felt Daddy's spunk swimming in my simmering snatch and it sent me over the edge to my own orgasm. My entire pelvic contorted and contracted around Daddy's concrete cock and I heard him moan as my cunt convulsed around him. My own moans and groans melded with his.
Spent Daddy practically fell on top of me. He kissed my still exposed breasts covered in a sweaty sheen and tasted my salt. He hissed, "I love you Haley. I love you so much."
He pulled himself off of me and helped me slip off the hood of my car and I stood on wobbly legs. He slapped my bare ass after he handed me my panties and shorts.
I wailed, "Damn it, Daddy, not so rough."
"Sorry, Baby-girl. I just get carried away with passion." He stooped and kissed the rising welt on my ass in loving apology.
Daddy left the next morning with Big Jim Anderson for New York. I spent the day looking at apartments. I couldn't find anything I liked despite all my Internet previews. By evening I was hungry and didn't feel like eating alone so I stopped in the diner for supper.
I smiled at Julie as I walked in and grabbed a booth in the back. "Hey, Julie, I'll take an order of lasagna and a soda."
She nodded at me from behind the counter and placed my order with the cook. She filled a glass with ice and soda and brought it my table.
I watched the seductive sway of her hips as she sauntered towards me with big grin. I noticed her breasts weren't as big as mine but they seemed perky under her yellow waitress dress. I smiled at her mostly because hers was so infectious. I bet she made great tips, no wonder Daddy was attracted to her. She had that type of personality.
"Hey, Haley how was Florida? I noticed you were walking a bit bow-legged, how's your Daddy walking?" she giggled sitting the soda glass down on the table. She knew about and understood the special relationship I had with my father.
"He's walking about the same. Florida was fan-fucking-tastic."
The cook rang the bell from the counter, "Order up."
Julie spun on a dime and sashayed back to the counter to fetch my supper. She glanced over her shoulder to see if I was watching. She caught my eye and smiled big then put a little extra swing into her step. She had a nice looking ass I had to admit, bigger than mine but just as sexy.
When she sat the plate of lasagna in front of me I noticed the unusual ring she wore and commented on it, "Nice ring."
She held her hand at arm's length and studied the ring with a whimsical look, "Something my father gave me years ago."
I asked, "When do you get off work tonight, Julie? Do you want to go do something?"
She cocked an eyebrow surprised and pushed a lock of auburn hair from her face. "You mean you and me go out?"
"Yeah, Daddy's out of town with Big Jim. We could go to a club or something."
"I don't get off until nine. I'm not much into the club scene."
"We could just get a nightcap somewhere. How about I pick you up at nine?"
She hesitated, "I don't know Haley..."
Out of frustration I grabbed her wrist and hissed between my teeth, "Julie I want to talk to you. I'll pick you up at nine."
Stunned she looked at my hand clutching her wrist and then momentarily into my eyes before she dropped her eyes. Not daring to look at me she said, "Yes, Ma'am I'll be ready at nine."
She avoided eye-contact with while I ate my supper. She refilled my soda glass twice without looking at me. Each time she filled the glass she paused waiting for me to say something, I simply said thank you and she scurried away to another table.
Fearing that I had somehow offended her I again seized her arm as she walked by my booth. I felt her body stiffen and freeze. I watched her body language as I applied pressure to my grasp; she submissively dropped her chin lowering her eyes to the floor. I was amazed, she was practically panting.
"Julie I'm sorry, I don't want you to think I'm angry or anything I just want to talk to you about Daddy."
Julie didn't bother to look up or at me. She softly said, "No apologies are necessary, Ma'am. I'll be ready at nine."
I released her and she scampered away. After leaving a tip on the table I left the restaurant and headed to Daddy's grungy apartment for a shower. I pondered Julie's reaction to my aggressive behavior. Remembering her unique ring I searched the Internet for information about it. In no time I found a photo and an article concerning the ring.
Armed with the information I had found I dressed in a hot pink latex dress with black knee high boats. It was appropriate attire for what I surmised would unfold after I met again with Julie. I met her at the diner a little after nine.
She was standing in front of the diner waiting for me. She had a big grin on her face when she recognized me in my pink car. She scooted into the front seat keeping her eyes locked on the glove compartment.
Before putting the car in gear I decided to test the waters, "Julie I've decided to take you home. I have a bottle of wine. I'll let you serve it to me there."
"Thank you for giving me a ride home, Ma'am," she said with a raspy voice, "It will be a pleasure to serve you in my humble abode."
I smiled at her and rubbed my hand along her cheek. "You're welcome. I know you're tired from working all day. Did your father make you ride the bus before he passed away?"
"No, Ma'am my father didn't make me ride the bus, but he didn't allow me to drive either he took me where I needed to go."
"I see. Did he drive you to work at the diner?"
"No Ma'am, he didn't allow me to work outside of the house when he was alive. My time was devoted to his care."
"Then how did you come to work at the diner?"
"After my father passed away I saw they had a sign in the window, "Help needed." I wanted to feel needed again so I applied. Once I worked there for awhile I discovered they needed better recipes, so I gave them my lasagna recipe. I love to feel useful."
"You miss your father, don't you Julie?"
A tear escaped down her cheek, "Yes, Ma'am I do. He was my entire reason for being. Now I'm thirty-six and have no father, no love, and no purpose."
Julie became silent except to give me directions to her home. We pulled up in front of a modest bungalow type house in a nice neighbor. Julie waited for me to join her on the sidewalk then followed me up the steps to the front door. She tried to slip the key into the lock but her hand shook too much.
I took the key from her and said, "Let me, Julie."
With down cast eyes she whimpered, "No one has been in this house since my father passed away. Please forgive my nervousness, Ma'am."
I opened the door and stepped inside Julie followed closing the door behind us. I sat the wine bottle and my purse down on a table next to the door. I pounced at Julie and pushed her up against the door. I heard the thud as her head made contact with it. I held her steady with my hand firmly gripping her throat.
Julie's eyes were wide with fright and watered with pain. She made no attempt to escape my grasp. She waited pressed against the door.
"Show me your ring Julie." I commanded.
Meekly she raised her right hand for me to inspect. The ring was sterling silver, shaped much like a wedding band except on top was a tiny D-ring like you find on a dog collar. Satisfied I spat, "That's a Ring of O, isn't it?"
I ranted, "I thought so. I looked it up on the Internet. A Ring of O, derives its name from the central female character in the novel "Story of O." It means you're into the BDSM lifestyle and since you wear it on your right hand you're a submissive. Is that correct?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Are you claiming me?"
"I don't understand."
She lifted her eyes to look into mine to gauge my understanding, "I'm a submissive with no dominate. I am for all practical purposes unclaimed property, are you claiming me?"
Baffled by what she asked I loosened my grip on Julie's throat, "I haven't decided yet. Open the wine and we'll talk about."
"Yes, Ma'am," she picked up the bottle of wine and disappeared into the kitchen.
I sat on a leather bound couch while Julie puttered in the kitchen. I could hear her opening drawers and the rattle of flatware. My mouth fell open when I saw the large portrait size photo of Julie gracing the mantel of the fireplace. It showed Julie in a leather waist cincher with silver nipple clips clamped firmly to her breasts.
Her arms were bound behind her. A leather gauntlet encased her limbs from the elbows to her fingers. The gauntlet was connected to a rope that was pulled tight forcing Julie to bend at the waist. A Triskelion circle tattoo was visible on her right buttock with the word, "Daddy's" above it and "Slave" below it.
Knee high ballet boots encased her feet forcing her to stand on the very tips of her toes. A spreader bar separated her legs shoulder width apart. Between her legs were weights clipped to her labia, stretching her cunt lips.
Despite the graphic detail the most intriguing part of the photo was the look of rapture on Julie's face. Beads of sweat were clearly visible on her forehead and her mouth was contorted into a grimace. Julie was clearly dancing on the line between pain and pleasure and the viewer was left breathless wondering which side to the line she would finally fall.
The rest of living room was tastefully decorated with two leather couches facing each other. Both couches were flanked by walnut end tables with a crystal lamp standing sentinel on each. I put my feet up on the huge coffee table that separated the two couches and waited.
Julie reappeared carrying a tray with the open wine bottle, a single glass and a leather collar with a leash on it. She poured the wine gave me the glass and waited with down cast eyes. I sipped my wine and commanded her to sit on the table and massage my feet while I asked her questions.
"Quite a photo," I said pointing my glass at the mantel.
Julie blushed, "Yes, Ma'am it was my father's favorite. He took many photos of me, movies too."
"I see. Julie I want you to look me in the eye. So I'm correct,the special relationship you mentioned you had with your father was BDSM?"
Julie complied and looked me directly in the eye and said, "My father loved me enough to give me the discipline I needed."
"Is he disciplining you in the photo?"
"Not really. As you can see from the weights clipped to my labia, that he was stretching my pussy lips. My father had molded my body for maximum pleasure, his and mine. I actually ejaculate when I orgasm because my labia has been stretched."
"Do you like pain?"
Julie shook her head negatively, "Not really. I will say that the release my body receives when the pain stops makes the pain endurable." She pointed at the picture, "I had so many orgasms once the clamps were released from my nipples and the weights removed from my labia I passed out from the pleasure."
I giggled and said, "My father's made me pass out from pleasure too."
"I know your daddy loves you very much. We have talked many times about you at the diner. It was my hope he would claim me."
My smile faded to a frown, "What do you mean by claim you?"
"I need to submit to someone who will take care of me. In every way not just sexually, my father took care everything. He told me what to wear, what to cook, he took responsibility for every aspect of my life even my finances."
"And in return you were his sex slave?"
"Yes, I took care of his sexual needs but it was deeper than just sex. My father needed someone to care for, someone to dominate and I filled those needs for him. Like most people I need to be needed."