So it began. My next official act as Daddy’s submissive slut was about to begin. I was strapped by ankles and wrists into the sling. The sensations of complete helplessness had me even harder than I’ve ever been. I was lit up with an acute awareness of my sensuality and the need to surrender my body completely to him. My surrender was like some kind of strange relief in my heart. I was his and I was soon getting fucked furiously. My reflection in the mirror on the ceiling seemed incredulously unreal as I could voyeuristically watch as in moments his huge hard cock slammed into my ass in rapid fire thrusts that were taking me to places I had never dared go in the past!

Roger’s intensity was stunning as his groans echoed in the room. The sling rocked wildly as my hands held the straps to which I was fastened. The sounds of my exploitation and my desperately loud wails in the room was so raw and unbelievable. I sensed he was near as my ass was so hot from the thorough reaming yet it seemed my lover was tireless. As the ceiling chains holding the sling shook and my body helplessly swayed mercilessly from the rapid pounding thrusts Roger drove into my depths. I looked up at is face and realized he was in quite a state himself!

Soon Roger’s orgasm ignited me into my own madness. The pulsing intensity of my anal orgasm rocked me throughout my entire body. The circumstance of being collared and strapped into a sling that had allowed my new wonderful Daddy to fuck me in every way imaginable as I lay helplessly at his mercy had what was clearly an unforgettable effect! I was his and I so loved it. How had this man made me surrender so easily?

The concept and practices in which I was expected to surrender, submit, and serve suddenly held meaning far beyond what I had ever comprehended. I felt a sense of relief and comfort that was new and incredibly joyous. My old fears of who I was or what I might be no longer existed. I had been taught and discovered a piece of my heart and soul in which I was never more at peace with. When Roger said I was his I not only believed him but I realized that I wanted more than anything to be his. It did not bother me how or why either.

As long as I was “his” I seemed so happy and so filled with joy. I wanted him to use me and allow my body or body parts to delight him in any way he deemed fit. Pleasing him made me thrilled to make him want me and it so pleased my heart to know I would give of myself fully to him. Daddy was very pleased with my actions and behavior and simply that is all I wanted to do. The simplicity of pleasing him and serving his wants and needs had me in a state of rapture and bliss that had me feeling both elated and happy beyond words and description.

I soon learned that there were clear ground rules and expectations for a submissive. Daddy spoke while I listened attentively. I even asked Daddy if I should take notes on his words. (I’m a good student!) Roger smiled while shaking his head to indicate a no but seemed to love my enthusiasm and focus. He began to explain some basics to me. He told me that it was OK for me to orgasm with him but never to orgasm before him. He further explained that the man must always be pleased first. I found myself easily agreeing with that. Each word seemed to articulate a simplicity and role that I seemed to almost drool over and being number his number two or submissive was quite all right with me!

I was now told to call him Daddy only and that made my heart flutter! He also wanted to take me out for brunch. That usually would have caused me great fear and trepidation as being a transvestite – the day time meant a greater possibility that my reality may be discovered. With Daddy though I seemed to fear nothing. I would be with him and I knew that I was going to be both safe and protected. If Daddy thought I would pass as a girl at the place he would be taking me to, then I knew that I would. His confidence in me so brought personal confidence to myself!

In the shower I shaved my legs, face and arms to a pure smoothness. I was so excited that he wanted to be seen in public during the day with me. Daddy soon joined me. With my make-up gone and looking very much like the boy I was in real life, I was affectionately hugged, kissed and held. Beneath the warmth of both the water and our coupling I was blissful and joyous. Never once did I feel like a boy in his arms. The reality of a boy being hugged and kissed in the shower by a mature man is perhaps a purely homosexual act. I saw this all from a feminine perspective. Whether I was in denial or that I just believed myself to be his girl was all that mattered to me.

I was so moved I found myself going to my knees. I washed his cock and tasted him getting him hard again. Daddy was very pleased but perhaps even more, so was I! I was reminded though that I needed to ask permission to suck his cock, and I was told to stand as I got five wet spanks for being so naughty. We dried each other off and even as my male self I felt completely comfortable with Daddy.

I soon got my night bag and in front of the mirror did my make-up. It felt great to get all dressed up again soon I was both over dressed and under dressed for a Sunday brunch. All I had was my naughty tight dress and five inch heels. Thank goodness I had a black jacket as a cover up. I was always concerned with my shoulders and arms though I was told by Daddy that I simply looked like an in shape woman in reality.

I felt so comfortable in the restaurant that we walked to. Being in this area of the city like he lived in took the edge off of my fear. The area was known for its accepting and progressive philosophy being upscale and neighborhood like. Having a handsome man that I was crazy about on my arm made the walk that much more enjoyable in spite of the loud click of my oddly high heels.

Inside Daddy treated me to several delights from the brunch buffet. As we sat at our table I realized that I had a smile on my face that I could not get rid of. My panties were getting wet from my own excitement! I was getting an erection realizing that I was this handsome man’s girl and that my still warm, well spanked ass was leaking his own genetic fluids while we were eating! He asked me why I was smiling so much and he loved every word of my very honest confession.

I felt so coy and so happy with Daddy. The fact that he so accepted me, my honesty and my persona whether as a boy in the shower, or as his girl in his home and bedroom made me realize that at this time in my life I had found the closest thing to perfection that I could find. Daddy was perfect for me and I was possibly just as perfect for him. It was then in the restaurant after my first confession that that my honesty again escaped my lips. I looked Daddy in the eye and it just slipped out.

“I love you Daddy!” I said with a sincere and yet coy smile.

“Daddy loves his girl too!” he said warmly.

Daddy smiled and seemed genuinely pleased. My admission was not toxic as I had feared after those words slipped out. Daddy seemed to feel the same way about me that I felt about him! I was never more comfortable with any person. He accepted me for who I truly was and I was so thankful that he had helped me find just who I was and could be! For the rest of the day I served Daddy and the smile never left my naughty face. A new dawn in my life had turned as beautiful as any sunrise but in a quite twisted but ever so real way.

The following Friday night was even more memorable. At his door I was told to surrender my car keys, my pocket book and all of my clothing! Standing just inside his still ajar door naked in only my high heels had me shivering not so much from the cool air as much as anticipation. Daddy said my valuables and clothes would be locked away until 6:00 P.M. on Sunday and if I wanted to stay I needed to sign a special contract. It was on Legal paper and was signed on one line by Daddy. The three paragraph document stated from this date forward I was releasing my body and soul to him! I barely bothered to read it. I signed it enthusiastically because I was already in such a state of excitement and in such want to please him.

Daddy informed me of the evening’s expectations including explaining that I had to experience the beginnings of my new training regimen. I was to be placed in “chastity”. This was a completely new concept to me. It wouldn’t be until later that I would actually see the device that was being placed onto my cock and balls and fastened tightly around both at the base. The sensation felt odd and my cock was already so hard it fit incredibly tightly. It took Daddy quite a bit of time to get it onto me securely.

I was locked into Pink leather wrist restraints, ankle restraints and a thick Pink leather collar. I was told that I would be posing for him on my hands and knees on his coffee table in the living room. I would be disciplined - and as his girl and servant, I was to be obedient to him. Daddy then explained that he would be testing my limits. He said that a good dominant needed to fully train and understand all about the likes, dislikes and most importantly the resilience of his submissive.

I was immediately taught to be very aware of my posture while posing. Daddy guided me with his hands to lift my bottom and always display my ass openly for him in this position. I was happy to kneel for him on my hands and knees as Daddy helped tweak my position having me further arch my back and spread my derriere widely. It was then that I was blindfolded. I will never forget my level of awareness while unable to see. I was both in want to please him and experiencing the strange drama of the unknown. I felt breathless and yet I was thrilled, eager to please him and motivated beyond any time I could ever recall.

Just the act of surrender and being blindfolded has an amazing affect. When Daddy placed me into the chastity device it barely fit perhaps because I was already stimulated and hard.

Apparently the clamps were attached together by a chain and when he gently placed the first clamp onto my nipple I squealed in the shock of the initial pain. The discomfort was at a shock and agonizing but it became tolerable. Both my nipples throbbed at first, but when Daddy added what I’d learn was a weight to the chain, the stretching caused a mild burning sensation. Wearing these caused my next discipline session to turn rather uncomfortable to say the least!

Shivering in discomfort and yet excitement, Daddy had me touch a leather paddle style strap with my hand. Then he rubbed the leather strap gently on my bottom. I braced for it but it didn’t happen. When I heard a clap I actually jumped. Daddy had clapped his hands and he was laughing. He asked me if the blindfold was powerful and I admitted that it sure was!

Finally without warning I felt the leather smack both of my ass cheeks. I squealed again only there was a second pain as the weight holding my nipple clamps bounced making me cry out again. After another quick thwack my bottom stung. Being reminded that I had forgotten to count resulted in a very quick and hard fast smack that had me reeling for a moment before I composed myself enough to utter the count and my thanks to my Daddy. I had to start over at the count of one. I was learning about discipline fast!

Daddy soon fed me his huge cock and I found myself amazingly excited and willing to please him. I was staggered by how I could now take his entire cock with so much less effort than in the past. It seemed easy while in a state of such complete helplessness and focus. When Daddy stopped and began licking my anus I was a complete mess. The mixture of pain, pleasure and near exhaustion had me in a state of heaven like confusion and yet I was experiencing this inexplicable needy and lustful madness. The only thing that put out the fire was feeling his huge thick eight inch member being shoved deeply into my ever so willing ass.

My session ended after forty-five minutes and as my blindfold was removed I was given a drink of water and then I was led by the leash attached to my collar and told to sit on the couch next to Daddy. My bottom was red hot as he kissed me on the cheek telling me that I had done well. I smiled broadly and was thrilled when he told me he was very pleased at how quickly I learned. He turned on the huge flat screen television and there was a girl being disciplined on the screen. The girl was clearly me and we were now reviewing my discipline session which had obviously been recorded.

I must admit I was more than moved by what I was viewing on the huge television screen. This documentary – drama was real and not some pornographic and poorly acted scene. I was dutifully blindfolded and on my hands and knees all during the session. In the scene in which Daddy takes my head and uses me for his oral pleasure is amazing. The side view show my capable ability to swallow all of his huge thick eight inch member. Just seeing his huge mushroom shaped head disappear into my mouth was amazing enough. Taking every inch of that enormous cock to his balls seemed incredible and almost like some kind of magic trick. He used my mouth and throat frantically and forcefully. I couldn’t believe anyone could be on the receiving end of such a fucking of the mouth and throat and yet clearly as day it was I!

In the next scene Daddy shoves his huge cock into my ass and fucks me wildly, gripping me by my waist. The weights on the chain of my nipple clamps stretch my tits with each powerful strokes. The in rapid, bouncing of the weight causes incredible physical stress magnifying my endlessly frazzling helplessness. The weight is a burr as it bounces and dances on the chain. My eyes must have been half popping out of my head as I watched this scene because Daddy found my expression priceless. All of my duress at this point in the scene must have ironically just brought me closer to the need for relief.

I could see from my wails and actions during my fucking that I was half crazed being so fraught in the pain pleasure mix of Daddy’s doing. Eventually the miraculous happened. Daddy spilled his seed deep into my ass and my body and soul responded in the most uncontrollable and powerful orgasm that I had ever experienced. Daddy knew things about myself and how to pleasure me even by using pain as a device and means to the end. This all seemed crazy and Daddy paused the video to look at and point to my chastity device.

For the first time I could see the clear, hard plastic sheath like device. I was still erect inside of it and even though the clear plastic device surrounded and encased my cock and balls, it was filled and had been clouded by my own milky white cum. Daddy said he had never heard of anyone overcoming a chastity device! Daddy suggested that I clean myself up and handed me the key to the lock on it to release my cock and balls for my clean up. He told me that I needed more discipline as his lover but also smiled and told me that I was a pretty incredible and yet a very lustful servant! Words can be the most powerful thing in making a girl’s day.

Sunday evening I would go home but only after kissing him so many times that I found myself making excuses for more. I just didn’t want to leave. Daddy loved my devotion and behavior towards him! I was crazy and in multiple levels of love with this incredible man. I was now fully ready be Daddy’s property serving him as his weekend live in sex servant, his submissive and so much more. I just let it happen and I would look forward to the so magical world of life with a man who I so simply and naturally delighted in pleasing. Literally my pleasure giving came in any and specific manner that he so desired. Incredibly nothing in my young perhaps rather naïve life ever pleased me more than simply being the person that lived in his home on Saturday and Sunday for the simple perfect purpose of being there as his and for the simple purpose of being his pleasure girl.

At college my mind all too often drifted to my thoughts of him. I was so helplessly hooked by his spell and his controlling effect on me - yet I loved it. The magic of being a cared for personal submissive to him in exchange for my pleasure giving services seemed like the perfect arrangement for me. Every Monday morning in college class I would feel his genetic fluids trying to leak out of my bottom and the welts on my bum from a lesson inspired caning would make sitting in class uncomfortable but also quite stimulating! I was naughty but very proud and felt so lucky about who I had become.

My first class was Psychology and I so often smiled to myself wondering if my professor would ever talk further about the kind of abnormal behaviors that might shed light on why I was the way I was. Even though down deep I feared and perhaps knew that our Daddy and submissive arrangement was not going to last forever, I think that just helped me stay in the moment. I knew that I should relish every minute of being “Daddy’s - because it was just so incredulously perfect. The next weekend was even more magical and unforgettable. I would not worry about just how perfect it was for me! In my skimpy French Maids costume the next Saturday morning serving him coffee in bed was as exciting and as delightful as the day that was to come.

That same weekend my precious Daddy had a surprise for me. Knowing I worked four days a week after my classes and sometimes on Saturday, Daddy decided to hire me as his maid so I could afford to take every Saturday off. Daddy was much more generous than my other employer. My compensation for the cleaning and other details I took care of at his home equaled what I made during the four week nights that I worked. I really loved cleaning his home and doing so in the beautiful, frilly French Maids costume was a highlight of my work. I left his entire home spotless. My energy and enthusiasm for perfecting my professional work was equal to my want to please as his pretty little girl and submissive.

The next Monday in class my mind drifted off again. My college education was going well enough. Ivy League life was definitely overrated as I hardly hung around my dorm to even get to know my roommate. Classes were challenging but I did manage a 3.5 grade average for the first semester.  Ironically I was more interested in earning my best grades with my weekend instructor!  Daddy taught me so much more about life than I learned in all of my freshmen classes!

First period Psychology class always had me wondering about explanations for my own behaviors. With a sore slightly marked bottom, I had a very funny thought. Now I was being paid to be a man’s house maid and yet my Daddy would often pull down my panties and do a little cleaning and polishing of his own during my work hours. It would always seem to end in my being bent over the couch, or table, or some unique place so as for me to take his wondrous member deep into my sexy bottom. Just the thought made my well spent penis swell again in heated lust. Had I become his whore or had I even become his call girl? I knew that my twisted but clear mind that I liked the idea of both. I liked to keep things simple and fortunately for me so did my wonderful Daddy! For now I would major in two very different areas of study. I had to admit my weekend lessons had virtually all of my attentions and focus for now!