Daddy Mitch Chapter Three

"Can I get another Jack on the rocks please?" The man asked, holding up his empty glass.

"Of course!" I said cheerfully, and headed for the bar. "Jack on the rocks." I told Mitch, he gave me a smile and began making the drink. Fuck he looked hot in his white shirt and tie.

Christy slid up next to me at the bar. "Looks like you had a wild night last night!"

"Huh?"

She just laughed. "Don't play dumb with me honey. Your walk gives you away. Someone beat that ass up last night didn't they?"

"Oh. Yeah a little bit." I said, feeling a embarrassed. I was seriously sore, but didn't know it was that obvious.

Mitch brought me my drink order looking a little amused. "What's going on here?"

"None of your business." Christy said. "Just girl talk." Mitch chuckled and walked off. I felt awkward, so I took my drink and made my escape.

A few hours later, things got slow, so I went outside to smoke. I gingerly sat down on the bench, feeling the pain from my ravished hole, and lit up. I hoped it would bebam early night. I was exhausted.

The back door opened, and Christy stepped outside with a cigarette in her mouth. She sat down beside me, and bummed a light. "So he's quite the handful isn't he?" I shrugged and took another drag. This was extremely awkward. "Relax, honey, I don't care. He's not my boyfriend, we're just fuck buddies. I wouldn't want him all to myself. He needs it all the time, and he would wear a bitch out with that big dick of his."

"Yeah." I answered. I wasn't sure what else to say.

"He's been after you for months. I knew it was all over for you when I saw you get in his truck. So, did you have fun?"

"Yeah, I did." I said softly.

"Well you're a real trooper if you can take him up the ass. I can't. No way."

"It wasn't easy." I replied. "He has a big dick."

"Yes he does!" She laughed. "And he's a beast in bed. He loves to destroy a bitch and make us walk funny the next day."

I finished my smoke and dropped the butt in the can. "Well I better get back inside." I said.

"I think it's kind of hot." She said, putting her hand on my leg. "You're a cutie. I hope I get to watch sometime."

I blushed, and ran back inside wondering what I had gotten myself into.

Thankfully, we were slow the rest of the night, and I asked the manager if I could leave early. She said that was fine, and I text Michelle to come get me. When I waw clocking out, Mitch cornered me in the kitchen.

"So what's up tonight, baby?" He asked, standing close to me.

"Um, Im beat, so just going home."

"Yeah, Ill bet you are!" He said with a grin. "I kind of wore you out last night didn't I?"

"Kind of." I said. "But it was fun. I don't mind at all."

"So do you have plans tomorrow?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I'm off tomorrow."

"Hey, me to!" He said with a big smile. "Want to hang out?"

"Ok."

"I'll hit you up tomorrow baby." He said, then kissed me on the cheek. "Get some rest. You're gonna need it!" He laughed, slapped me on the ass and walked off.

Michelle picked me up and I went home, and went straight to bed. But I had a hard time sleeping, wondering what he had in store for me.

I woke up the next morning, and saw I had a text from Mitch, that said, "Call me when you get up." I just laid in bed for awhile, then got up and made coffee. Then I went out on the balcony, and lit a cigarette, and called Mitch.

"Hey sexy!" He said cheerfully.

"Hey Daddy." I replied.

"So what's up today?"

"Well I thought we were going to hang out."

"Hell yeah we are. I have a few things to do this morning, want me to pick you up about one?"

"Sure, Daddy. That will give me plenty of time to get ready."

"That's right baby. Get pretty for Daddy. I'll see you in awhile. Oh, and you're spending the night. Bring a change of clothes."

While I drank my coffee, I repainted my nails black. Then I got in the shower, and shaved myself smooth. After drying off, I gelled my hair and combed it up high, and put on just a little bit of eyeliner and mascara. If he liked fembois, I would be a perfect femboi, I thought to myself. I coated my lips in glittery lip gloss, and then went to the bedroom to get dressed. I decided on an Andrew Christian jock strap that was black, with a lacy pink front, and a pair of black fishnet thigh highs. I finished my look with a pair of jean shorts that were cut so short the barely covered my ass, and a black , silky tank top that stopped just below my chest. After waiting for what seemed like hours, I finally heard a knock at the door.

"Damn baby!" He said, when he saw me. "Fuck, yeah boy! Looking all yummy and dressed to fuck! You ain't a bit bashful are you?"

"Nope!" I said. "Not at all." It turned me on to dress like a whore, and I loved knowing guys were looking at me. I worked hard on my body, and loved to show it off. "I hope it's not to much though. I can change if you don't want my neighbors to see."

"Oh hell no. My neighbors see all kinds of things. Most of them are freaks too. Besides, I already told you, I don't hide nothing. Nah baby, you look fine. I don't mind showing you off."

I smiled, and followed him to his car. We drove to his place and as he followed me up the stairs, he gave my butt a hard pinch. I yelped, and he laughed. He unlocked the door, and followed me inside, then closed the door behind him, then grabbed me and gave me a kiss. His hands went directly to my ass, and squeezed it hard. "Oh God, Daddy!" I moaned. "Fuck me right now!"

"Damn, you are a horny little slut aren't you?" He said with a grin, then slapped my ass hard.

"Oooo fuck yes I am!" I cooed. "I love your cock so much!"

"Well calm down baby. We have all day, and all night." I made a pouty face. "Awww. Trust me baby, you're gonna get all the dick you can handle." He walked into the kitchen, made us a couple of drinks, sat down on the couch. "Take off those shorts, and sit on Daddy's lap, boy." He instructed. I did as I was told, sat down, and took a sip of my drink.

"Damn it feels good to be with you!" I said, settling into him. His hand rested on my hip, his other holding his drink.

"Hell yeah. I really like you baby."

"Mmmm I really like you to Daddy!"

"That's good. Because I would love to make you one of my sub bitches."

"Really?" I squealed with excitement. "I would love that!"

"Yeah baby, I think you would. If you can handle it. I'm pretty rough on a sub, and I expect complete obedience. Once trained, I don't allow safewords, and no will not be in your vocabulary. Whenever you are wearing that collar, you will be my property, and I expect you to act like it."

"Oh I will Daddy!" I said.

"Have you done much BDSM play before?"

"Oh yeah, I've been tied up, paddles, whipped, all kinds of things."

"Good, good." He said, nodding approvingly. "So you like pain."

"Well, yeah, some. I like feeling helpless and vulnerable."

"Very nice." He said slowly. "So tell me about it."

I told him about my experiences. Guys had tied me up and fucked me, I had been gangbanged in bondage and in swings. A few guys had paddled and spanked me, and once at a party I had been whipped while lashed to an X.

"So, you don't mind public sex. That's good. Was any if this in a dungeon?"

"Um, no, not exactly. It was in the back rooms of clubs, and sometimes in a guys basement."

"Ah, so you've never actually been a submissive for a Dom. You were just playing around."

"Well I don't know. I felt pretty submissive, and these guys seemed serious."

"I'm sure they were. But you've never been owned by a Dom. You've never been under a contract, or been in a real dungeon."

"Well, I don't know anything about contracts." I said, a bit confused. I had never heard of a contract. I just liked guys being rough with me.

"Ok baby. Well a contract is something between me and you, saying that you agree to be my submissive, and everything that happens is consensual. It describes what I expect out of you, and what you expect out of me. A Dom Sub relationship isn't just about bondage and pain. It's about trust, love and mutual pleasure. I want a sub to enjoy what is happening to them, as much as I enjoy dishing it out. I am a sadist, and I enjoy inflicting some pain and humiliation, but I only enjoy it if I know the sub is feeling pleasure from it."

"Ok." I said softly.

"So, when that guy was paddling you, did you enjoy it?"

"Oh yes! I loved it!"

"What did you like about it"

"Um, well I liked the way it felt. And I liked that it made me feel helpless, and weak, like he could do whatever he wanted to me."

"Hmmm well that's good. That's how a good submissive should feel."

"Yeah, it's kind of weird." I said, trying to describe my feelings. "I've always liked being with strong men who can do whatever they want to me, whether I want them to or not. I have alot of fantasies about strange men just taking me, tying me up and doing whatever they want to me. It's weird, I know, but I'm kind of a freak."

He laughed. "There's nothing weird about that. I know all kinds of guys and women who have that fantasy. Tell me about one of your fantasies. In detail."

I took a sip of my drink, and then told him about one of my wildest fantasies, where some men grab me, take me to a house and tie me to a bed. Then I am used over and over again, for hours, before being dumped naked on a corner.

"Very nice." He said, smiling. "That's somewhat typical. Tell me another."

I told him of one where I am pimped out, made to service any man who wanted to pay my pimp.

"Oh yeah. That's one of my favorites. I love making my bitch earn it's money."

"What do you mean?" I asked. I wondered if he actually pimped people.

"Well, that's what kink is all about." He explained. "Living out fantasies. Of course I haven't ever actually pimped anyone. But I have played the roll. That's what we do. Live out fantasies in a safe and legal way."

"Um, oh, ok. Well that sounds hot."

"It is baby. And it can get really intense and seem completely realistic. But, everyone is safe, and when it's over we all go home."

"That sounds great! I would love to try some of that stuff."

He smiled. "So, being a good sub requires training. It requires trust in your Doms. It requires communication. It's not just casual fucking. If you want to be my submissive, you would have to let me train you. And you would have to trust me."

"Um, ok. I can do that."

"We will see. You have no idea what you are in for." He said, with a slight smile. "It will be rough, painful and humiliating. But I think you will like it. Although I get really intense, and can be brutal. I will do, and say some terrible things. But always remember, it's all role-play. I say no safeword, but I don't mean it. All you need to say, is red. And never be afraid to talk to me before, during or after."

"It sounds so hot Daddy, I want to do it!" I said, putting my arms around his neck. "I'll do anything you want!"

"Oh really?" He said, raising an eyebrow. "Well, let's see. Go fix me another drink bitch." I quickly jumped up and went to the kitchen to make him a drink. He got up and walked off, then returned with a box in his hands. He sat back down on the couch, and I handed him his drink. "On your knees bitch!" He barked, pointing at the floor. I quickly dropped to my knees, and waited for further instructions. He sipped his drink, and sat in silence for several minutes, looking at me. My heart beat fast with anticipation as I awaited his next command. I had done play like this before, and liked it. Finally, he raised his foot to my face. "Kiss it. Lick it. Worship it bitch." I kissed it all over, sucked his toes, and licked the bottom of his large foot. I had done this before. "That's right, bitch. Just like that. Damn, you are a dirty little sissy faggot aren't you?"

"Yes Daddy!" I said, licking his foot clean.

"Mmmhmmm. Yeah, I knew you would be a fine little bitch. You're such a little slut, running around looking all girly, showing your ass. You'll do anything to get fucked won't you?"

"Oh, yes Daddy!"

"Yeah that's why I picked you. Your a pig. A dirty little fuck pig. Well, now, you are mine, ane you will learn to serve your superiors. I will make you a proper bitch. Not just a fuckhole for horny boys like you are now. But a true submissive, worthy of serving your superiors."

"Mmmm teach me Daddy!" I begged, kissing his feet.

"Get up here, and lay down on my lap." He demanded. I obeyed. He gave me a really hard spanking with an open hand. "So are you ready to learn how to be Daddy's bitch?"

"Yes Daddy!" He spanked me again, really hard.

"Yeah. You are a pathetic little sissy faggot aren't you?"

"Yes Daddy! I am!" I replied, feeling the sting of another swat.

"Yeah, you're nothing but a panty wearing sissy. Look at you, wearing makeup and fishnets. I ought to just take you to the truckstop and sell that as for five dollars. You'd like that wouldn't you? Sucking cock and getting fucked by real men."

"Oh yes Daddy, I would!" I said, then felt him deliver five brutal swats to my ass.

"Yeah, I know you would. You'd love to be out there wiggling that ass for all those big ol boys, and getting that pussy stuffed. You're nothing but a sorry sissy whore aren't you?"

"Yes I am Daddy!" I screamed, feeling the sting of five more swats.

"Well, I'm not gonna give you the dick yet, but I have something for that hungry hole." He said. I felt him rubbing lube on my pussy. A medium sized butt plug appeared in front of my face. "Get it wet bitch!" He demanded, making me suck on it. While I did, he rubbed lube on my ass. Then he took the plug out of my mouth, and began inserting it in me. I gasped as I felt my hole stretch, and the plug invade me. "There we go. Do you like that?"

"Yes Daddy!" I cried. I felt stretched and full.

"Of course you do, bitch!" He chuckled, patting me on the bottom. I heard him shake his glass. "Get me another drink. And you can have one too."

I stood up and took our glasses. "Thank you Daddy!" I said, hurrying off to the kitchen, with the plug up my ass.

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