Sumissive Woman

Hello,

My First Date with Daddy

The first time I met him I was scared. I was attending my first lifestyle social. I was afraid to walk up to the public restaurant, sure that anyone seeing me had to know why I was there. I sat in my car thinking, I could just leave. I could barely get the words out when I asked the first person inside exactly where the group was meeting. What group? My mind went blank. I couldn't get the words out of my mouth! What if I was talking to the wrong person? I felt awkward and out of place, until he walked up, smiled and talked to me. I calmed down and before long, I didn't want to leave. We started to get to know each other and I was thrilled and so touched when he told me he wanted to be my Daddy.

Then I had my first real date with my Daddy. I was scared. My imagination has a tendency to run wild and come up with the most frightening things. He took full advantage of this in countless texts leading up to our date. He knew some of my closely guarded secrets that I keep from most of the world: how I don't wear panties, how I want to be naughty, but especially how being exposed in public terrifies and excites me beyond belief. I get so nervous. I picture all the righteous looks of disgust that good upstanding people will give me. I have seen these looks from other women I have worked with, simply from wearing a form fitting top and skirt that cuts off just above my knees with high heels! I can only imagine what they would say if they knew my secrets.

He wanted me to wear a button down top and skirt. I only have one that I like. It's a loose fitting white linen shirt. I normally wear a white camisole beneath because the material is so sheer. But, I knew that would not be acceptable, so I simply wore the white blouse with a white lace bra and a short madras skirt. It took me over two hours to get ready. From the first time we met I felt... I don't know... a spark? A connection? Most definitely drawn to him... and so I wanted everything to be perfect. I showered, shaved, and applied lotion wanting to be silky smooth. I did my hair, make-up and nails... and hoped he would be pleased when he saw me. I was very nervous driving to his house. The closer I drove, the more nervous I became. I knew without question he would expect me to submit to his commands. What if they happened to be something I couldn't handle? What if I disappointed him? I couldn't bear the thought of that. When I parked my car and it came time for me to step out where I could be seen, I immediately felt self conscious. Would he be somewhere watching me? Were others around? What would they think about my top that you could practically see through? The moment I was inside I felt better being close to him. Daddy has a way of sliding his hand around my throat and pulling me close. His voice sounds dangerously quiet while his eyes lock on mine. He is so strong, and the tone of his voice is mesmerizing. I feel like I want to melt right into his arms. He becomes my singular focus. All fear, all nervousness, and all self consciousness is gone. He tells me what he wants. He tells me what he expects of me. He leaves no doubt in my mind what so ever that I am going to obey. I feel my submission to him so strongly and all I want...no... all I ache to do... is obey.

He told me he would have me trembling. I didn't believe him because I never have before. I was wrong. When he kissed me, being so close to him, feeling his fingers move over my body, my legs started trembling. I couldn't believe it and I couldn't control it. They would NOT stop trembling! He tells me to remove my bra. I do. Then he tells me that we are going out to lunch and to run some errands! He places my bra in his pocket. If I feel at any time that I need it back I am to tell him. Now... normally... I would have needed it back right before walking out the door. I am a teacher. I normally dress conservative. I normally wear a padded bra to make sure that no one can tell that my nipples are pierced.

Over the years I have taught thousands of kids, most who I may recognize, but their parents know me and I have no idea who most of them are! I think it's dangerous that they might see me like this. I fear I will be seen as immoral. I can just see those faces, the disapproval of seeing me out wearing something that not only shows the dark circles of my nipples but the piercings in them as well. But, I'm gazing into his eyes, hearing the tone of his voice, and even as he tells me... if I can't take it he will give me the bra back... I'm thinking..."Oh Hell No!" There is no way I'm asking for that bra back. I can do this! I want to do it for him! I have tried this before and have always found some way to cover up and hide. But I'm telling you... that unyielding look, that demanding tone... even as I'm standing across the room from him, I feel his grip on me. I WILL do this!

Then... Daddy tells me to bend over, and he slips a remote control vibrating egg inside of me. I have to admit I couldn't wait to feel him turn it on but at the same time I couldn't help but worry... would people hear it? My imagination again gets the best of me with thoughts that probably have to chance or coming to fruition... like... what if people can see the wire from behind? What if it slips out and drops right in front of other people? He tests it... and sure thing... I know that if I am close to someone and it is quiet, it will be heard! But, it does feel so good, and not only that... I can't help but think and be touched by how much thought and care my Daddy has put into taking me out with him. That thought alone helps to calm me some and put aside my fears. Not only that... I can't help but admire the way his mind works.

Getting in the car, I obeyed his wishes by waiting for him to open the door for me, and then made sure to spread my legs open and flash him as I sat down and brought my legs up into the car. While driving he would reach over and touch me, my breasts, my leg, sometimes sliding his fingers down between my legs and pressing into me. Little by little he unbuttoned my top and then pushed it aside so that my breasts were plainly visible to anyone that might drive by and look. We passed by a LOT of cars! I didn't want to look at anyone that passed by. But, surprisingly it was not because I was afraid to but because I felt more connected watching him. I was nervous, frightened and so excited.

By the time we reached the restaurant I was so focused on him, I didn't care who saw what. I flashed him as I got out of the car, held his hand walking through the parking lot. We passed by a couple of people, men... I think...He leaned over and whispered to me about them looking at me. I smiled and held his hand tight and did not shrink in any way that might help pull the material back from my breasts. When we walked inside, then to our table, I was fine. Then we walked to the buffet and picked up plates. He filled his right away and walked back to the table. The moment he did... I stood there feeling so... lost. I don't know what was wrong with me. I just stood there... staring at the different types of food. I have eaten here before. I know the food they have that I like... yet... I just stood there. And then as someone tried to get past me for food, I realized I was just standing there. I moved out of there way, turned to look at another of the buffet tables, turned back and stared at the food again, thinking.. what... is WRONG with you!!! Get some food. Get... something! I glanced back to where our booth was, but couldn't see my Daddy. I knew I needed to get some food, but I wanted to go running back to where he was. He would have wondered why I didn't get anything else, so I turned and started wandering through the buffet tables. I looked at all the food, not really wanting anything. I didn't want food. I wanted HIM! And then... I hear my name... except... not just my name... my title and my name. I turn my head and look down and there is a little boy from my school. I instant snap back into reality. I hold my plate in front of me and smile as I glance about wondering... who his parents are. I say hello to him, quickly grab some food and returned to the booth. (I didn't run, it would have attracted more attention, but I wanted to!) I felt much better once I was back at my Daddy's side. We talked, we ate, and throughout that time he would reach over and play with me, pinching or tugging at my nipples, turning the vibrating egg on, running his fingers between my legs. There were people that might have been able to see. I felt self conscious and vulnerable like that but, he was right by my side. I knew I would be alright and truly loved every minute.

When we got back to the car, he opened my door. Before I could get in, he removed the egg, placed it in my mouth, turned me around, and thrust his fingers up deep inside of me. I melted right there. Didn't care who could see. And seriously, I felt awkward and a little ridiculous with that egg in my mouth, the wire hanging out... but, A little voice inside my head wished he would bend me over the car and take me right there in broad daylight! Inside the car Daddy took the egg and began to play with me again, exposing me. A couple (I'm not sure actually how many people there were) came and got in the car beside Daddy's. He pointed out to me that they would easily be able to see me like this if they looked. If they did, they didn't let on that they saw anything.

We drove to Wal Mart where Daddy picked up some items he needed. He gave me permission to be playful so when we turned and aisle and there was no one there, I took the chance to kiss him and run my hand down over his crotch, wanting to excite him so badly. When we left and were walking through the parking lot, I felt his hand move from my waist a little lower over my cheek and then... I felt his fingers pulling up the back of my skirt, little by little as we walked to the car. Again, I wanted to run, wanted to hide. A car was driving up behind us... and the thought of what they must be seeing... thinking... I was mortified and so wet with excitement at the same moment. I was so relieved to be back in the car until Daddy told me to pull my breasts out of my top. I don't know why this felt so much harder to do, but it was much easier for me to handle when he did it. I felt so self conscious and awkward doing it myself, breathing in deep and slowly exhaling trying to keep calm. We drove from there to Pricilla's where Daddy told me he wanted to pick out something for me to wear for him on different occasions.

I have always been nervous walking into this store because in my mind, anyone that sees me, knows I must be going in for something kinky or naughty. We looked through different outfits. Is it completely absurd to say I hoped that he didn't like anything that was too trashy looking? It's all basically varying levels of skimpy cloth, but fortunately the outfit that he picked out I thought was very nice. I go into the changing room and slip into the outfit and then peek outside the door for him to see. He opens the door further and has me turn around for him. I swear I could feel every inch that door opened up further and felt so nervous as I turned around in front of him. Then... he calls one of the other male customers over and asks him what he thinks of the outfit!! My whole body felt tense and I wanted to shrink away and hide, instantly afraid of rejection. But, I couldn't, I would be letting him down. I obeyed Daddy when he told me to turn around for the stranger wondering if he knew how hard it was for me, if he was pleased or proud. I stood there watching both of them as they looked me over, every body insecurity in me screaming "please be kind... pleeeeease be kind!!!!, unable to keep my hands from flying to my face with embarrassment.

Finally, and it seemed like an eternity, Daddy closed the door and told me I could put my clothes back on. As I was doing so, I could hear them talking! I couldn't make out everything they were saying but it still made me feel self conscious. All I wanted was to be dressed and back in his arms where I knew I would be safe. Well... not exactly. What I really wanted was to be back home with him, completely undressed and in his arms... which, after he bought me the outfit... was where we went... where I had the chance to show him just how much everything he did and was meant to me.

Thank you Daddy!

Juliette - EMAIL ME!!
juliettemercanti@yahoo.com