I had been living at Todd's place for about a month. Over the past few weeks, many things had changed in my life. I was now a true slut (His slut); my wife had officially asked for a divorce; I had moved out of our house; and I had quit my job. Yes. My sole purpose in life was now to please my Owner... and whoever else he wanted me to please!
I was happy. I woke up with a smile on my face most mornings - or with a cock in my slutty mouth! Daddy was good to me. He bought me many things, including many sexy pieces of clothing and sex toys. When I was at home, I was to dress as girlie as possible. Some days, Daddy wanted me to have a butt plug in my pussy. Other days, he would gag me. It really depended on how he felt that morning.
Two weeks after I officially became his property, Todd made arrangements for me to visit a tattoo shop. The instructions were clear: have my nipples pierced, and get an Owned Slut Tattoo on my lower back. I didn't have any say in the design. Daddy had shared all the specifications with the tattoo artist. For some reason, sitting in that chair, now knowing what Daddy wanted inked on my body made me so fucking hard. I think this reaction was caused by the fact I had no control on the outcome.
The whole process lasted a few hours. I had to be patient. Fortunately, Mika, the tattoo artist, was very nice. He obviously knew why I was there. He told me about Daddy's instructions, and how good I was at being a submissive. Once he was done, he whispered in my ear: "Time to pay baby. Your Daddy said you would blow me good sweetie."
I was already turned on my left side. He placed his crotch against my face and I felt his bulge. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock, which was about 6 inches long. He was so hard, and I could smell the precum. He pushed his penis between my lips, and I started sucking him good. The position wasn't great, but I did the best I could. I was thankful that we were in a quiet space.
I could hear him moan.
"Baby... I haven't been sucked in so long. What a good little whore you are. Do you want my load in that slutty mouth of yours sweetie?" I looked at him and nodded. He tensed up, and shot his load deep in my throat. I swallowed most of it.
"Good job baby! Your Daddy must be so fucking proud of you." He put his cock back in his jeans, helped me up, and hugged me.
About two weeks later, my tattoo looked pretty good. My nipples were also feeling better. Not to brag, but I really felt like I looked really hot when I had no shirt on. Everytime I glanced at that tattoo on my lower back when looking in the bathroom mirror, I got hard!
That morning, Daddy surprised me. He got up early, and didn't put his cock in me. When I woke up, I went directly to the kitchen and found a note.
"Hello my love. I have a work emergency and need to travel abroad. I will most certainly be away for more than a week. Now, what does this mean for you. Well, you will have a little bit more freedom, but you will be required to keep me informed if you go out, or if you meet anyone. I have also made some special arrangements for next Friday. You will know what that means when the time comes. Take care my little slut. I love you."
For the first time in four weeks, I really didn't know what to do. I was getting used to doing everything Daddy wanted me to do. He was making all the decisions in my life. I was actually anxious about having to make decisions this coming week. So I decided to call Claire, the sweet girl I had met at the lingerie store. We had texted a few times. She gave me a lot of great advice on how to wear some of the items, or even on how to please my Daddy. We decided to meet for coffee at the mall, just before her shift started.
"So how are things going with Todd, sweetie?"
"Very good. I think I'm getting better at pleasing him. It's weird how quickly things can change. How he managed to change my mindset. How dependent I am of him."
"I think it's normal, sweetie. Todd has given you the opportunity to become who you have always been. Deep inside, you were always like this. It's just now that it's coming out. You're like a cute little butterfly."
Claire was so fucking pretty. Honestly, she made me feel very confused. I knew I liked pleasing guys. I liked to be with a strong, dominant man. But she was so hot, so cute. I think I actually wanted to be like her... Maybe I needed a shrink!
"I really like you Claire. I'm so lucky to have you as a friend, a confident. We should do something this week."
"I agree. We're going out sweetie. How about tomorrow night? I'm off at 4. We can have dinner, get pretty, and go out."