Assignment: We are to go on an overnight vacation together soon. We will have jacuzzi, a large bed, and a room to ourselves. Be a good girl and use that dirty imagination.
Such an open assignment frightens me…and it gives me lots to day dream about. But I want to prove to you I’ve been a good girl and thinking about it as I should. So in short, here’s what I’ve started with. More to come, I promise.
Check in will be awkward. I can see it now: us making small talk with the bed and breakfast owners, you dragging it out as long as possible just to frustrate me. You know I’m looking around the room for good places to be tied up, for surfaces for you to fuck me on, and you’ll want to keep me waiting as long as you can.
Once were in the room with the door closed, you’ll turn to me and give me my first of many rules, restrictions, and demands.
Strip.
I blush. What, now? Really?
Don’t get shy, my little nudist. You love teasing me when were at home, wearing nothing but a little black slip, your giant tits barely covered, your panties showing when you bend to pick something up. You think its so funny to make me nervous, pretending like you might walk out of my bedroom in nothing but your nightie and your sex-rumpled hair. You’ve been a naughty little thing for ages, and now you’re going to pay. When we’re in this room, you’re wearing the lingerie I approve or nothing at all. Understand?
I gulp and nod. Apparently I’m going to be cold.
Good girl. Daddy’s going to relax and check out the TV while you unpack our bags. Go be a sweetheart and put on something pretty for me, I want to see those tits bounce while you put my clothes away.
Without another word, you flop down on the bed, king that you are, and turn on the game, loud. I slink into the bathroom to change, I like to preserve the mystery of my transformation of everyday woman to your little girl. (I’m sure this will come back to haunt my some day, when you desire to make me feel uncomforatable, you’ll tell me to change in front of you.)
Upon my return to the room, I’m all sparkly undies and see through fabric. I look to you for approval, but you’re glued to the game. Pouting and huffing as loudly as I can I prance in front of the bed, ah but you’re having none of my games. I settle down and quietly go about doing as I’ve been told, unpacking your things and carefully putting them away. …Of course, I do my best to show off my assets and I can hardly resist letting a few moans escape my lips when handling your things. You can take the showgirl out of the show, but you can’t take the show out of the girl.
You pretend not to watch, you want me to believe you’re more interested in the game than in me. But that curl around your lips and the smile crinkle in your eyes tells me otherwise.
