In Part 1 I found a friend in Leon. Having lived the greater part of my life alone, maintaining my bond with Leon was the most important mission I'd ever had. Sucking his cock was my way of showing him my appreciation for his comradery. He didn't ask me to do that. He didn't tell me to do that for him either. All Leon did was nudge me in the right direction.
Since then our friendship has blossomed into something much more. I love my big, strong, well hung black man. It may be unrequited love, but that matters to me, not in the least. Leon has helped me realize and celebrate my feminine side. Yes, I have the anatomy of a male. But that part of my anatomy is insignificant at best. It's what's inside a person that counts, the content of their character to paraphrase.
After Leon shared me with D and sent me home, I was walking on air. I belonged. I felt Leon really cared for me and that he was proud to show me off to one of his friends. I vowed never to disappoint him.
I quasi-moved in with Leon soon after I blew D. By quasi, I mean that Leon insisted that I maintain my own apartment for those times when he entertains his women. I respect his need for privacy and when he tells me to get the fuck out, I get the fuck out.
But when the guys are over Leon brags about me. He actually tells his buds that I'm a first-class cock sucker. I'm filled with pride those times Daddy calls me his bitch when his friends can hear it. Maybe its pride of ownership, don't know. I only know that Daddy Leon is my dear friend.
My wardrobe has improved dramatically since I moved in with Daddy. He loves to see me in my most feminine garb. No longer do I try to fool others into thinking that I'm a man. My outward appearance tells the story of the true me. I'm a sissy, a lady boi, or as Daddy sometimes tells his friends, I'm a "crossdressing faggot." Even I have to laugh when he calls me that.
Daddy Leon has strict rules for me regardless whether I'm with him or not. Rules that he enforces with a bare ass spanking or the vigorous use of his leather belt if my transgression is particularly egregious.
Doesn't matter if we're alone or if his friends are visiting. If I fuck up, Daddy Leon is quick to correct my behavior. Who wouldn't appreciate that from their friend? I didn't know before I met Leon that I was such a chronic fuck up. No matter how hard I try to please him, Daddy easily finds where I'm lacking and acts quickly to show me the errors of my ways.
Daddy says those sessions when he's busy training me to be the best me, are also the means he uses to keep me down, keep me in my place. Daddy says that in the unwritten hierarchy of men and women, I am the lowest form of life. That's why, he said that before him I had no one.
Even though Daddy has never admitted nor said that he loves me, I know he does. He must. He has told me several times that if I ever tried to leave him he'd kill me. Not in those exact words mind you. It was more like when I said, "Daddy, I'd die if I ever lost you." He told me I was spot on 100% correct.
Daddy let me quit my job. "You come to work for me baby girl," he said. "I'll make you a star."
His number one rule after never disrespecting him is that I must, at all times present myself as a sexy lady boi. Daddy has bought me some flimsy negligees, honest to goodness really nice hose, and panties. Lots and lots of pretty panties. He tells me they're silk but I know they're Walmart nylon, though I'd never ever tell him that. Daddy prefers me to wear a full, high waisted panty. His second fav. is the bikini type. He says that thongs are vulgar and I should be more lady-like at home. But he also insists that I wear thongs under an extremely short skirt when he loans me to a friend to wait tables in that friend's bar. That only occurs on those nights when the usual waitress calls in sick or something.
I make great tips serving and flirting with those handsome black men. I give all that money to Daddy. I even gave him the money I had in the bank before we met. Daddy says I'm an air headed bitch too stupid to handle money. That's a man's responsibility.
And Leon is nothing if not a man.
When I gave Daddy my savings, he said he invested it in catering. He has me deliver 2-pound packages around town, to various black-owned enterprises. I have no idea what's in those packages. Daddy won't say anything except that if I opened one it's my ass.
Daddy Leon has replaced my fanny pack with large handbags and purses. He says they're Coach or Gucci. I won't say anything to him but they are knock-offs. Fakes. Still, they come in handy when delivering those packages for Daddy and returning with the money his customers pay for them.
I will never, ever forget the first time he made love to me. I'll never forget because Daddy had a friend with a video camera capture the event and post it online. That's how proud of me he is.
He had just trained me severely for being slow to fetch him his beer. His belt left welts on my thighs and buttocks. When Daddy saw those bruises, he called me to him, interrupting my house cleaning duties.
Taking my usual place, on my knees at his feet, Daddy explained that he hated to do that to me but it was my fault. "Sweet boi," he said softly. "You need to be more attentive, more attuned to my needs. If you can do that, you won't make me train you so hard."
He had me suck his cock to relieve the stress I'd caused him. It was a task I loved.
I was lost in his crotch, dimly aware that he was on his phone. When he was finished with his call, he told me to get dressed in my sexiest outfit. "This a special night baby bitch. Tonight, I'm gonna make you a woman. Make sure you pretty yourself up now."
He had promised that before. He even told D he was going to tap my ass. I guess he really was sorry I'd made him angry and this would be his way of making it up to me.
Daddy had me bathe and give myself an enema to make sure my boi pussy was clean.
He specified that I was to wear my high waisted pink panties, the kind Madonna wears sometimes. He also wanted me to have on black thigh highs with garter belt, a tube top, and my highest heels.
I did as Daddy told me. I always did as Daddy tells me.
I was ready when his friend Marco arrived. I greeted him warmly at the door and brought him a beer. He was busy setting up his taping equipment. He must have had 20 cameras, most were miniature.
When he was satisfied that there were no blind spots in the living room and bedroom Daddy said it was time.
I was nearly faint with excitement. We were going to consummate our relationship something I never thought could ever happen to someone like me.
The first thing Daddy had me do was to introduce myself to the make-believe audience. "Hi,: I began cheerfully. "My name is Adam Watson. My Daddy calls me Addie."
