baby girl and Daddy (BDSM fiction) part 3

Baby girl wasn’t feeling well. She wasn’t sure if it was hormonal or what. But she was very tired and weak with dark circles under her eyes. Daddy noticed immediately when she brought him his morning coffee.

“What’s wrong baby girl?” Daddy said kissing her forehead.

“I don’t know Daddy I think I’m just a little tired.” She said with a little bit of a hoarse voice.

“Mmmmmmm, I don’t think it’s just that. Why don’t you rest in bed and I’ll order in Dinner fo tonight?”Daddy said sweetly.

“No please Daddy. Tomorrow is the party and I haven’t finished all I have to do” she said panicking.

“Baby, I insist you rest. I will have Margie come help you tomorrow. She had already planned on coming to help you clean after the party. So I’ll ask her to come first thing and then you won’t be so stressed. But for now please rest.”

Baby knew better than to contradict Daddy or even hint at an attitude of any kind. So she kissed his hand, thanked him and went to lay down in bed.

But as soon as Daddy got settled at his desk to start his work day baby came with her blanket and pillow to lay at his feet. Daddy knew she wanted his comfort.

He got up, walked to the living room and got her one of her favorite stuffed animals, an ugly pink flamingo that had sentimental value from her childhood. It was old and frayed but she loved that thing.

She melted into a soft calmness when Daddy gave it to her.

“Thank you Daddy” she said and closed her eyes.

She slept for 6 hours without stirring at all.

Daddy got the dinner he had ordered ready and set up her chicken soup.

Daddy woke her softly. Baby was very disoriented. “Are we going to play Daddy?” She asked yawning.

“No baby. I have soup for you. Come eat.”

Baby always made all the meals. Daddy knew how to cook but she enjoyed taking care of him and it freed him up to take care of other needs and rest more.

She was trying not to feel guilty about it.

“Baby, would you like to be a little tonight? Just for play?”

Baby girl did like being a little. But Daddy usually sexualized it and she wanted Daddy to use her body if he wanted and needed.

“Daddy. Do you not want to play with me today? I can play hard Daddy. Really I can?”

And he laughed lightly.

“No my sweet little girl. We have a very busy day tomorrow and I think this will recharge you. Remember we are doing a demonstration tomorrow so I want you at your best. Well, as much as possible.”

Daddy had already taken baby girl up on her offer to let him display her publicly. It had gone very well and she had even enjoyed some aspects of it. Mostly she just enjoyed Daddy’s happiness and him telling her how wonderful she was and taking such good care of her afterwards.

But public displays were much more emotionally draining than when they played at home alone. Even mild impact seemed to really overwhelm her senses much more at events.

It probably didn’t help that she was very, seriously agoraphobic. She knew without Daddy she would never go to any such events at all, let alone do a public demonstration.

But Daddy gave her so much love, encouragement and support that she could do so easily for him. Plus the fact that it made Daddy so very happy helped her be strong.

Other Dominants would always come to Daddy after and ask if she was available to play. Thankfully Daddy always said no. He told her later that he would never let another Dominant play with her. He said that a lot of the Dominants he had met only played at dominance to fulfill a sexual fetish and very few truly understood the work and devotion it took to take care of their submissive.

And the very few that seemed to have a true nature and talent for it, generally never invested the time and energy necessary to master their craft and were clumsy and ineffective at best and dangerous and disillusioned at worst.

But she could tell Daddy was always very proud to be asked, all the same.

——–

Daddy was having a very select group of his friends from the BDSM lifestyle over. Appetizers and a very formal sit down dinner were pre-ordered. Baby girl and now Margie too would be serving. Then after dinner and dessert Daddy had planned a demonstration of her devotion to him.

She had no idea what that meant. Daddy had never asked that of her, in that specific way. But he told her not to worry and that she would pick up what he wanted and she would be just fine. Plus Daddy had shortened the demonstration to 15 minutes and asked his favorite Domina Penelope to do her own demonstration as well.

Baby girl hated Mistress Penelope with a deep dark passion. She saw how Daddy looked at her and how Mistress Penelope talked with, flirted and touched Daddy so intimately. She knew she couldn’t compete with her. Domina had a presence that absolutely commanded a room.

She was beautiful, strong, intelligent, blunt, and also very cruel. Baby had seen her lead many of her male subs to tears. And she was never as loving to her subs as Daddy was to baby.

But then again maybe because she never seemed to keep one all that long either. She seemed to bore very easy and her expectations were also extremely high.

Baby girl had seen her pull a sub off the Saint Andrews Cross at an event, spit in his face and tell him to leave and never speak to her again.

All because he was having a hard time staying still for her because he was sweating so profusely, and he kept sliding around. He begged her to stay and give him another chance when she had angrily taken him off the cross.

He groveled on the floor and cried soulful moans. But she merely laughed at him and had the Dungeon Master escort him out. Her dominance always seemed to amuse Daddy though and they had a very deep bond baby girl didn’t understand or like seeing.

But baby girl was happy that the Mistress was also bringing her Bull Patrick. Baby liked Patrick a lot. He was always so kind to her. He would go out of his way to make her feel like she mattered and he wanted to hear her opinion on things. Where most of Daddy’s friends in this circle completely ignored her or treated her like a servant.

Patrick also always made it very clear how much he wanted to sleep with baby girl which made her giggle like a little school girl. He talked to her as if her sex was hers to give him. When they both knew it wasn’t. Baby girl thought he just enjoyed teasing her but she did wonder if Daddy would ever let him play with her.

She was fine either way but she had never been with a bull and Patrick was by far the most handsome man she had ever met in real life. She tried so hard not to blush at his attention, but he always made it very hard.

But that decision was exclusively Daddy’s to make and she would never ask Daddy to share her out of her own desire.

Plus Daddy fulfilled her emotionally and sexually more completely than she had ever imagined and it was really solely a curiosity on her part and not a true desire.

Daddy had explained that the main drive for Bulls was sex. They were not necessarily fetishist, although some did have preferences and many were heavily into the cuck scene. But they generally had absolutely no desire for any kind of power dynamic.

Daddy had also told her that Bulls were usually very oversexual, alpha males that had no interest in monogamy but simply in the act of sex itself. And most of them slept with hundreds and hundreds of women and where very, very good at it. Some of best Bulls even had their own groupies or fan clubs.

So it fascinated baby girl that Patrick and Mistress Penelope seemed to have a standing arrangement where they slept together, traveled and went to events and such together. Baby girl had heard whispers about them hunting for play partners when they traveled and making wagers on who could conquest the best looking person in the room or who could get their drinks and such paid by an admirer first.

She really liked Patrick but she was very seriously dreading seeing Mistress P. Especially because the only other time baby had done a demonstration in front of Mistress P it seemed as though she was mocking her or laughing at her. She felt so judged and beneath her.

Daddy hadn’t noticed it and she wasn’t sure if he had noticed whether he would have defended baby or make an allowance for his favorite Domina.

She didn’t know why she was worried. Daddy had quite given up on other women a few months into their arrangement. It was never her choice of course who Daddy entertained or slept with. But she had been so glad when Daddy had stopped giving his attention to other submissives.

Of course he had made no promises to her and she knew he was free to start a relationship with whomever, whenever he wanted.

But other submissives never bothered her. Most of them were really just cock or pain whores. They didn’t understand devotion like she did. They didn’t understand Daddy and love him, nuture him, support him like she did.

She wasn’t even sure most were capable of that. She assumed the difference was that she was for all intents and purposes a true slave and they were merely playing at surrender with whatever partner they could hook to satisfy their thirst.

——

The first person arrived at the party at 8pm. Daddy had told her to be ready by 10. Showered, shaved, in position one at his feet. Daddy let her wear whatever comfortable clothes she chose to demonstrations because it gave her less anxiety than trying to maintain her composure in an overly sexy outfit.

Mistress Penelope and Patrick arrived about 9. Baby girl let out an almost imperceptible growl upon seeing Mistress. Shocking even herself. She was so glad Daddy hadnt seen or heard her. Daddy was very strict about proper serving etiquette and one of the main criteria was to not look directly at the guests or even in their line of vision. She was to look much lower, to the floor or her tray. Her submission must be noticeable to all.

And with this particular circle of friends Daddy was even more adamant in regards to proper behavior and she obviously knew that growling at guests was not going to be acceptable, no matter how much she hated one of them.

10 o’clock came very rapidly. But she was ready. She sat herself at position one below Daddy’s feet in the middle of the room. The room felt far too quiet and she started to feel a little nauseous. Was she still sick maybe?

No matter.

She had to pull it together and make this the best scene possible for Daddy. She wanted so much to see his face. To know his emotions, to feel a connection. Just then Daddy bent down to her. Kissed her on the forehead and told her how much he adored her.

She immediately started to feel herself dip into subspace, ever so slightly. She pinched her leg with her hand sharply. She hoped no one had noticed. But she needed to stay completely present and she couldn’t do that if she drifted too far into that soft, sweet headspace.

Daddy gave her his hand signal. She stood, undressed, folded and laid her clothes beside her and knelt back into position.

Daddy gave her another hand signal towards Patrick. Baby tried not to giggle as she stood quickly and walked to Patrick and got in front of him on her hands and knees with her backside to him.

Patrick, being very familiar with her dynamic with Daddy knew she was offering herself to him and he smacked her ass 3 times hard.

After each smack baby made sure to articulate each number loudly. When he finished she waited for Daddy’s next command but Daddy hesitated.

He was staring behind her to Patrick. That’s when she felt his hand swoop around her bottom and swipe her pussy gently. Then he must have licked his finger because he said “delicious” and everyone laughed lightly. It took all baby’s strength not to blush. She concentrated on Daddy and tried to block everyone and everything else out.

Daddy gave her his hand signal. Baby’s breath stopped. Daddy hadn’t asked this is a long time and he had never asked for this in public. She really didn’t want to do this now. Especially not in front of Mistress P.

But she could not hesitate. Once at another party she had sunk too far into subspace and completely missed one of Daddy’s signals and Daddy punished her so hard she could barely sit for a week after.

She immediately rolled herself into her back, with her legs spread facing Daddy and while maintaining eye contact with Daddy she played with herself until she orgasmed.

She was just having her last spasm when she opened her eyes and Daddy was on top of her holding out his hand. She was done. He kissed her forehead again and told her what a good girl she was. Daddy told her to go freshen up and get dressed.

She took her time and rested for a bit before coming back to the party. The orgasm and demonstration had really knocked it out of her and she was feeling so tired. She grabbed a few sips of coffee on the way back out to help with service.

When out of the corner of her eye she saw a figure outside on the back patio. It was cold out. She wondered if someone was smoking. Had she put out the ashtrays? She thought Margie had but wanted to double check. Cigarette butts were a huge pet peeve for Daddy and she wanted to spare him the sight.

As she got closer to the window she realized it was actually two figures. It was Daddy and Mistress P. This sight made baby freeze in place. She knew it was none of her business what was going on but she was transfixed.

And just then she saw Daddy’s hand travel up to the Mistresses top and caress her exposed breast cleavage. Then the Mistress pulled Daddy into her and kissed him on the mouth passionately.

Baby girl couldn’t breath. She lost all sense of time and wondered how long she had stood there without them seeing. Then she felt the tears streaming down her face. Her feet finally moved and she practically ran through the living room gasping for air.

Patrick hadn’t seen what had transpired outside but he had seen baby girl come towards him very upset.

He grabbed her hand as she passed and stopped her.

“What’s wrong?” He asked in a very calm, yet assertive way. She looked all around herself nervously. She didn’t want to disrupt the party.

“Nothing, Patrick, thank you. I’m just tired” and although he sensed that was not true he let her hand go and watched her grab her jacket and head out the front door.

Then he knew something was very wrong. Baby girl absolutely never left the house without her Daddy. Never.

Since the moment she had arrived after Daddy and her had initially met and formalized their relationship she had never gone anywhere by herself. As soon as the door closed Patrick went to find Dr. Berg Thurman, baby’s Daddy.

When he found him enraptured with Mistress Penelope he easily put it all together and explained it all to both of them.

Berg immediately sent everyone home and took off in his car to locate baby. She couldn’t have gone far on foot. Baby girl knew how to drive but she hated driving and hadn’t even bothered to get a license when she gotten in state.

Berg drove slowly. He had no idea where she would be. Since she never left the house she didn’t have any spots or destinations he could look for her. But she only had a ten minute head start. She couldn’t be too far.

He was circling the parking lot of the local park when he saw her swinging very slowly on the swings. He parked and walked over to her.

Tears were all over her face, snot ran down her nose and her eyes were red and puffy.

“I’m so sorry Daddy.” She cried and he managed to find a tissue in his pocket and cleaned her face gently.

“For what baby?” He was prodding her. He wasn’t sure what she had seen and exactly why she was so upset. Had she seen his brief kiss with Domina?

“Daddy I can’t be like her. I can’t compete with her Daddy. If she makes you happier I will go. Because I can’t see you with her Daddy. I’m so sorry. I just don’t have the strength. I am weak Daddy. I want you to have everything you want Daddy, anyone you want. But not her Daddy please. Not her.”

She kept sobbing. Baby knew she had absolutely no right to ask that of Daddy. And it made her cry even more.

“Baby I know we haven’t formally talked about this or changed our contract, but for now and for the last year it has only been you.

You know how Domina is. To her everything is a game and everyone is a conquest. Please don’t be mad. It was just one kiss. Practically meaningless. Just friends sharing wine and laughter.

You have absolutely nothing to worry about. And you have to remember that the converse is also true. Domina can not do what you do. It’s why you are much more prescious to me than she is.

And although Domina is probably one of the best Dominants I know her range and mastery is solely in that. And I think the reason she can’t keep a sub is specifically because she doesn’t appreciate and completely comprehend the strength inherent in being a very good submissive. And I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if she wasn’t a little jealous of you. Not that she would ever admit that.”

And he chuckled softly. Baby girl was so happy but also so ashamed.

“Your party Daddy. I’m so sorry.” She bowed her head feeling deep disgrace.

“It’s fine. Let’s not discuss it anymore.”
And baby breathed a sigh of relief.

Daddy was being even more sweet to her than usual.

“I really think you’re just not used to feeling jealous. Are you?” He asked her.

And baby realized she had indeed never felt these emotions before, because she had never been so deeply invested and connected to anyone.

She looked down again, unsure what to say.

“Next time you get overwhelmed like this you need to rely on me to guide you. Is that not what I’m here for?”

Baby girl felt tears starting to well up again. She felt so bad for not trusting Daddy and getting so emotional.

“Come on, let’s go home” he said holding his hand out for her.

She went to stand and then fell back slowly to the swing, and he wondered what was wrong.

“Daddy, could I be pregnant?” and as soon as the the words came out of her mouth, they were speedily followed by vomit, falling all over herself and Daddy.

To be continued……….

Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew myself...here that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

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