Taking the Plunge Bk. 02 Pt. 01

"Good girl, do you have time to play?"

"Yes, Daddy! Yes yes, Daddy I do!" Is what I said, but in my mind I was begging, 'Oh please please play with me Daddy, play with your sissy slut, I need you so bad Daddy'

"Beg for it then, cunt," he said....we were definitely on the same page.

Trisha's lust entered me again and I felt it; that dark, stomach-churning craving that sissies know too well. I was going to beg for my life, like only a sissy can, like I can.

I positioned the phone on my dresser where it could take all of me in including the mirror if I stepped back from it, and I could come up close with my face or ass and I started. I remembered what he told me immediately at the start of our hotel date: female presentation only, nothing male.

I picked up the belt from my bed, and held my body like a stripper, it was easy in these 5 inch clear platforms and girl jeans, my ass facing the camera in 3/4 so I could look back at it and beg Daddy.

Slowly draping the belt back and forth across my denim-covered ass, I started talking in my sweetest femme slut voice:

"Please, please Daddy? Please play with your whore? I'll be a good little slut I promise Daddy? Please please please Daddy, please play with me tonight, Daddy? I need your cock so bad Daddy please?"

I turned to the camera, putting my heels together demurely, and moved the folded belt to my red lips as I continued, talking as I planted soft red kisses all over the belt:

"Please Daddy [kiss], please play with your painslut [kiss] please Daddy? [kiss] I'll be good I promise Daddy [kiss] Your whore misses you so bad Daddy [kiss], please play with me, Daddy [kiss] please please Daddy? [kiss]"

"Get over here closer, bitch, just your cunt face in the camera." I could hear the lust growing in his voice.

Quickly I scurried up to the dresser and dropped to my knees, my face at eye level with the camera until I could see only my face in the tiny corner window, the two sandy blonde pigtails dancing over my cheeks.

"Loop that belt around your neck, slut. Hold it tight."

I felt the thick leather belt going around my neck, and put it through the clasp and pulled it snug. Almost immediately, I could hear my pulse in my ears.

"Tighter, bitch."

I pulled it tighter, which made my ears start to throb. I admit now, I was a little scared, but Daddy was pushing me, just when I thought I would surprise him, he had more up his sleeve to make me submit to him. Oh Daddy....

"Every answer, I want one slap on your whore face, understand?"

"Y...yes, Daddy."

Thankfully I had the earbuds up high or I never would have heard him over the throb of my heartbeat from the belt choking me. My right hand was holding the belt taught and I got my left hand ready to please Daddy. My clitty was pulling so hard in the cage now; I craved this treatment.

I needed it and still do.

"What are you?" He asked me, demandingly.

SLAP!

"I'm Daddy's fuckhole."

"What else?"

SLAP!

"I'm Daddy's little whore."

"What else?"

SLAP!

"I'm Daddy's painslut."

"What else?"

SLAP! The first tear of pain ran down my cheek.

"I'm Daddy's...oh....I'm Daddy's stupid cunt!"

"Change hands, bitch."

I pulled the long end of the belt around to the other side and took it in my left hand, and positioned my right hand where it needed to be to redden my other cheek.

"Pull it tighter."

I did, almost choking now, not sure if I could talk. My heart starting to race from fright and adrenaline and pure, overwhelming lust.

"What do I own?"

SLAP! My virgin right cheek stung hard, as I was losing the ability to regulate myself.

"Daddy owns my mouth and my pussy."

"What else do I own?"

SLAP!

"Daddy owns my mind and my body."

"What do you live for?"

SLAP!

"To please you Daddy."

"What do you love?"

SLAP!

"I love Daddy's cock...I love Daddy' cock..."

I could barely understand my own words by the end of that phrase; I think I was close to passing out when I heard Daddy:

"Loosen the belt, slut."

I did and caught myself breathing quick short breaths.

"Fucking nice, babygirl. Fucking nice." I heard the lust in in voice, and then he took a sip of a drink and place the glass back down. "Guess what? Daddy will play with you tonight."

I smiled, so happy to hear his words, but I knew, I knew just from these few minutes, that it's going to be a very intense FaceTime session, maybe more than I had bargained for.

"You have something to drink there, princess?"

"Yes, Daddy, whisky & coke and some vodka, Daddy."

"Make yourself a drink and get out your big dildo, the one you told me about."

I crawled in my most femme, stripper way, one knee slowly in front of the other, to the little cube fridge in the corner that I had brought straight from my college dorm and pulled out a soda and the ice tray, and found the whisky bottle, fixing myself a strong drink. [NYC roommate tip: keep your booze in your own room]

Under the bed was my toy box, and I pulled it out and took out the 9 inch dildo - the one I had never gotten into my throat or my ass, but which was even a bit smaller than Daddy's cock which had made it into both places, changing me forever.

"Get that drink down and make another for later."

"Yes, Daddy." I gulped it down, feeling the warm sting of the whisky as it settled down my throat and into my belly. (Girls, don't worry, in the 6 months of internet and phone chat before we met, Daddy and I would have a few drinks together, like we did at the hotel. We both like to drink and get a little loose - not too much - but a little loose, and it really helps me. He knows that.)

I made the second drink and placed it back inside the fridge to keep it cold, and then I knew: it was on.

Whatever is about to happen, my stinging face, my newly denim-covered ass, the belt, the dildo....

I trust Daddy....only Daddy...

—to be continued