The email read: "Daddy's little girl has been a naughty little slut, masturbating like that on video. You must be punished for acting like such a little whore. To help you learn your lesson, I have posted your video to Xtube. Come tomorrow at 2 pm so that Daddy can teach you some discipline. I will let the doorman know you are coming. If you behave appropriately, I will consider removing the video."
I clicked the link and couldn't believe the sight before my eyes. What if someone I know sees this? Panic shot through me. There I was, on my hands and knees, panties pulled down, skirt up over my lower back, vibrator working my willing anus, my hands furiously tugging away at my swollen, pink hard-on. And then I looked straight back into the camera.
It was 11 am when I closed the window, momentarily relieving my shame. I couldn't imagine what Daddy had in store for me, but I was determined to get that video removed before too many people saw it.
My heart was still racing as the warm water showered over my pale white skin. I stood frozen for a minute, my mind racing but nothing really registering. I looked down and noticed my fire red stubble beginning to appear just around the base of my little cock. I sat spread eagle on the floor of the shower and slowly began to shave my formerly private areas.
Remembering the dress I was to wear later that day, I also shaved my legs, chest, and arms. I picked myself up off the floor and soaped up. The feeling of the suds washing over my now entirely bare body relaxed and soothed me. After I finished washing my shoulder length hair, I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower.
I dried myself and applied a cocoa butter lotion everywhere, focusing on my tight but supple ass. I always admired my ass, as it stands out against my otherwise small, boyish frame. The lotion made my hairless skin shine in the soft light. My nipples hardened as I wondered what would happen in the hours ahead.
Back in the bedroom I examined the dress Daddy gave me. I had never worn a dress in public, let alone in the middle of the day in Manhattan! But I wasn't about to back out with that video still posted on the internet.
The dress really was beautiful. It was black, knee length, with a low cut in the back coming to a vee just over the small. It was modest in the front with medium straps over the shoulder, not revealing too much in the chest. The hem line was decorated with a black lace frill. I'm not sure what material it was, but it was tight and almost sheer.
I pulled a red lace thong over my package and slipped the dress over my head. It was stunning. It slung to my features, and actually made me look more feminine. My hair brushed the tops of the straps. Then I looked down and realized I had no shoes!
I knew that my roommates were out at work. I ran to the closet to see if Laura had anything that might fit me. Her feet were small, but so were mine. In a box in the back of the closet I found a simple pair of black stilettos. When I put them on it felt like the most awkward thing I had ever done. I almost broke my ankle as I stumbled down the hallway back to my room. Why would anyone put themselves through this?
When I got back in front of the mirror I knew why. I turned around and looked at my legs and ass. I was so hot I wish I could have fucked myself! I swore right then and there I would master this high heel business. Since it wasn't yet 12:30 I began walking back and forth, trying to learn some balance. My downstairs neighbors must have loved me clomping around for about an hour straight. At least now I would not die if I had to walk in a straight line.
At 1:30 I called for a cab and timidly stepped out into the hallway of my apartment building. To my relief, no one was there. When the elevator door opened, same thing. But as the car descended, I grew more nervous knowing that soon thousands of savvy New Yorkers would see me in my getup and know my dirty secret. I pushed my sunglasses down over my face just as the elevator door opened. There were two people waiting to get on, but none that I recognized and I assume that meant they didn't recognize me. My heart thumped as I pushed between them out to the lobby, through the glass doors and out to the street.
Luckily my cab was waiting and I quickly got in, learning my first lesson in dress etiquette. I now know how Brittney Spears' vagina ended up all over the internet. As I sat and swung my legs into the back of the cab, the entire sidewalk got a view of my red lace panties. I'm sure the skeptical took pains to see what I was packing. I blushed and called out the address to the driver as he sped into traffic.
15 blocks later traffic was in a dead stop. It was now 1:45 and I was still 10 minutes away. I implored the driver to find another route. He apparently did not speak English or didn't care to follow my request, because we crawled along at a snail's pace. I could have walked faster in my new favorite shoes. I started to sweat, knowing that more and more people were watching the video of me violating myself by the minute. If I was late would Daddy still take it down?
Finally the traffic broke and the cab swiftly moved uptown. When we pulled up to Daddy's building I was too hurried to look at the clock. I threw some bills at the driver and sprinted awkwardly from the cab, almost eating it as I got to the massive doors.
When I entered the building the doorman eyed me suspiciously. He asked me if I was here to see Mr. Preston on the 20th floor. I hadn't known Daddy's name, but I could only assume that it was him since the floor was right. I said yes and he directed me to the elevator.
When I arrived outside Daddy's door I took a breath and adjusted myself. I removed my sunglasses and placed them on the top of my head. My ankles were getting sore, but there wasn't anything I could do. When I knocked Daddy quickly answered. He studied me for a few moments and turned and walked to his chair in the living room.
"You're late," he said calmly as he sat.
I followed him slowly, trying not to stumble in front of Daddy. I wasn't sure what to say or do.
"Have a seat on the couch there," Daddy said. I did as he asked, again forgetting the skills of sitting whilst in a skirt. He quickly scolded me.
"It's not very ladylike to show your underwear when you take a seat! Cross your legs immediately, young lady!" Daddy instructed.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I'll try not to do that again," I replied.
"For such a beautiful girl in such a beautiful dress, you act like such an ugly little slut sometimes. Take those sunglasses off your head; you look like a bimbo." Daddy said.
I did as he asked and lowered my head. He looked me up and down and rose from his chair. From the back of the room he grabbed his laptop and came to sit next to me on the couch. He opened the computer and commanded me to look at the screen. He had the video page open but this time it was slightly different.
The title had changed to "Manhattan whore free for use." Under it were 30 or so comments requesting access to my holes. The sound of my moans began to embarrass me.
"Since you look like such a whore I thought maybe you might actually want to be a whore. Ten of these men said they would be here in mere minutes if I give them the address," Daddy said.
I shuttered at the thought and looked away, although it secretly made me kind of hot. I adjusted my legs and played with the hem of my dress, trying not to draw Daddy's ire. He put his hand on my knee and swatted my fingers away. His touch made me excited. Having never worn a dress with another man, I wasn't sure what would be coming, but I knew how hot it made me. He ran his fingers under the lip of the skirt, grazing my smooth legs.
He placed a hand on my neck and traced my spine down to the bottom of the vee. His finger slipped down the back of my dress, playing in and out of my crack.
"Stand up," Daddy said.
As I stood, Daddy moved his hands over my ass. With one hand he lifted the back of my skirt as the other ran over the edges of my panties. He pulled my ass close to his face and lightly bit the inside of my cheek. His fingers pulled my thong aside and his mouth quickly made it to my hole. My knees almost buckled as his tongue flicked my rosebud.
My hands grabbed the end of the dress and braced it against my chest, enjoying the feeling of the fabric tight against my body. As I did this, he grabbed the front of my thong and sprang my swelling cock free. My little balls swung onto his chin as he continued to fuck my ass with his mouth.
