How can one describe the sweet feel of total surrender? There is an eroticism that comes with giving up all pretenses of free will and completely submitting ones self to someone more dominant.
I know that feeling. Daddy claimed me as his and after the initial fight for survival I have allowed myself the sublime peace that comes with knowing that another, stronger, wiser, and more powerful person, has taken control over me.
Daddy has command of my actions, of my sex life, of me. Plain and simple, I am his property to do with as he sees fit. His strong will, deep soothing voice, and persistence that I was more than what I thought I was, had me convinced.
Daddy had talked to me about him making me a star. How I could make him so much money becoming his prize whore. More than having had his cock in me, Daddy has confidence in me.
So easy it was for him to fuck me and make me his cock sucker. Falling asleep in his arms to his hypnotic message that I was is property, I awoke the next day with a new resolve.
I'll be his whore.
The day after Daddy allowed me to become his cock sucker we went shopping for me.
"Lose the shorts cock sucker," Daddy said as I was dressing. "You won't need men's underwear anymore sweetheart. And leave your hair long. No pony tail. Brush it out sweet girl. Try to make me proud of my new whore."
I finished pulling on my clothes and went shopping with Daddy. I was instructed to hold onto his out turned pocket lining when we walked down the streets. I did so, feeling both foolish and safe at the same time. No one was going to mess with me when they saw I was Daddy's property.
In the first specialty store Daddy and I went to the sexy women's lingerie department. "Pick out what you like Pink," he told me.
"But Daddy, I have never worn women's underwear before," I whined.
With Daddy's keen eye and the salesman so helpful, I tried on several pair, modeling for Daddy and the salesman.
After selecting 10 pair of assorted panties, leotards, and half slips, hose and garter belts, we moved to the outer wear. Daddy wanted me to accentuate my "full, fine ass," as he called it.
That made me blush like a school girl.
I tried on many outfits finally settling on several that made Daddy happy. The first was what the salesman called a black mesh romper. Essentially, it's a onesy that exposes my sides through the mesh with solid front and back panels that barely hide my privates. It was sexy. I also chose a couple jump suits that while technically one piece pant suits, the legs have a slit up to my waist.
My little dick hardened when the salesman, most graciously, helped me into that one. His hand, and I'm sure it was no accident, brushed against my erection that was hidden under my new panties. I donned the backless, sleeveless, sexy romper. He told me it was club wear and that I looked divine in it. I thanked him, blushing profusely.
Suddenly I began to feel less foolish and more desirable. I was getting into my new role. "How did Daddy know?" I wondered. "What did the big man see in me that I never knew was there?"
Daddy and I both laughed when he had me try on what he called ho shoes. The heels were so high they were impossible to walk in. I fell into the salesman's arms more than once before mastering the art of walking sexy as Daddy directed me.
One look in the mirror and I knew why he wanted me in these high heels. My pert round butt jutted out almost obscenely. I looked more sexy.
Daddy wanted me in full cross-dress mode. The salesman helped me into the garter belt and as he knelt in front of me, pulling up my hose, managed to sneak a kiss on my hard dick through my panty.
"Not much there is there Pink? More like a clit."
What could I say? He was right. The memory of Daddy's soft cock jutting between my legs returned. My tiny white dick lying atop his long, fat black man tamer was a quiet and reinforcing narrative that I was not a real man.
Then the salesman surprised me by asking for a date. "Sometime when your Daddy doesn't have you whoring and turning tricks, maybe we could get together and you could suck mine."
I smiled down at the horny salesman and said, "it will cost you." I reached for my romper. As I pulled it on, I could see the looseness where breasts should be. That kind of made me sad.
From the side you could see the tops of my hose and the connecting end of the garter. My fat ass swayed as I went to Daddy.
He had me pay for my purchases saying, "why should I pay bitch? They're yours," and we left. I clung to his pocket lining as we walked a few blocks to a day-spa. I stumbled a few times in my heels and Daddy became irritated. Finally, he took control of the situation and held me close, his large hand on my ass as we made our way through the pedestrian traffic.
I sighed contentedly and leaned against my man.
Entering the spa, they had hip hop music piped in and the atmosphere was soothing with an African motif. A large black woman greeted Daddy, "Earl so good to see you my friend. You got another sissy for me?"
"I think Pink will be my best bitch yet Siobhan. Might even make bottom bitch in a few months."
"My, my, such high praise for this faggot. You really think so?" she asked as she walked around me taking in my figure and features. "Nice ass," she said with a spank. "Almost a sista booty."
"Give this cunt the works. A new hair style that emphasizes her face. Lose her body hair. Maybe tattoo some eye liner, and my brand."
"You got it Earl," beamed Siobhan. "Strip honey."
"Right here?" I cringed.
Slap!
"Ouch. Why did you hit me?"
Slap.
"I said strip. Shut the fuck up and get out of your whore clothes," she growled. Then she turned to Daddy and told him to teach me quick. "One of the brothers will kick the shit outta this faggot, he's slow to take orders."
"Can you give this queer some Botox in his fat lips Siobhan? I want her sucking cocks tomorrow."
"Shoot Earl, I know a doctor who can give her titties if you want."
"Nah, she ain't earned a dime yet. Let's see how she performs first."
