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The Dominissive part 2This is a story that is being written in incriments, for a friend here on xham. It is a work of fiction…sort of. This is the second portion of my story The Dominissive. I plan to write them when I have the time. Feel free to subscribe to me, if you want to keep up to date with my posts. Chapter 2 – The Dominissive By Stretchmefillme“No,” I whispered almost inaudibly. “Well then, if you had half a mind about you, you would do well to follow Me. C’mon, your feet are already wet, no matter now.” And like a puppy I followed.We cross the street and enter the stairwell between the tavern and hardware store. I hesitate, remembering all of the horror movies where the tall handsome stranger turns out to be some psychotic killer..”Well, you coming or not? Don’t just stand there!” reaching for my right shoulder, he gives me a gentle push. For some reason, that was all I needed. We make our way up the dimly lit stairwell, the yellow paint on the cement walls peeling, wooden stairs creaking. Twenty one in all. He stops me at the landing giving me the once over, as he digs the keys out of his pocket. Ever been scared and delightfully grateful at once? Neither had I. I don’t know if it was the fear, or the excitement of what was about to happen next that had my heart beating out of my chest. He opens the door , motioning for me to follow. I stood in the doorway mind blown for what must have been a minute. He let out a small chuckle. “Come on in.. My house is your house..”A short plump girl comes out of the front room greeting us both. She addresses him as Daddy. Turning bahis siteleri canlı to me she introduces herself as Charlotte. “Won’t you please come in, Miss?” The man nods at her in approval. I later find out that she is the one that gives him a run for his money. I was left to believe for a while that they were father and daughter, and had I never been told they were of no relation, I wouldn’t have known. I look around nervously, trying to calm myself down; the day’s frustrations just too much. I was late for work, and hadn’t called in yet- shit! “Can I please use your phone?” He points to the stand in the corner. “Mariana! Where are you? And why didn’t you call sooner!?” I begin trying to explain what had happened, and he just wouldn’t listen. He was having no part of my ordeal for the simple fact that he was an arrogant ass hole. He hung up on me. My day just got better and better. With a sigh, I resign to the fact that I inadvertently had failed my mother.. Shoulders heavy, I cradled the phone. “Well then?” he asks wanting to know what just happened. “I just got fired. I should really go. I need to get back home and clean up. I’m soaked, and all I really want to do is crawl in a hole and die. Today is not my day. Thank you,” I trailed off. He waives his palm in my direction signaling silence as he called for the other girl. I stop mid ramble. “Ginny!” He shouts; and the girl appears in the hallway, in what I now know to be a spreader bar. I wrinkle my nose and look from the girl to the man, in horror. She smiles softly, her voice sultry. “Yes, Daddy?” She casts her canlı casino siteleri eyes downward. “Get a fresh towel and some dry clothes for her,” he says pointing at me. Ginny comes back a short time later, handing me the towel and a fresh shirt, some capris and a pair of sandals from her closet. She was about the same build as I was.. “Thanks,” I say taking the bundle into my arms. “Shower is at the end of the hall, should you decide to rinse off before putting on Ginny’s outfit. Up to you however, don’t want to keep you from going home to sulk or anything.” God, it was like he knew me without having ever known me. That was exactly what I would have done! I felt pretty strange being offered to shower, in this flat, and wear some other girl who happened to be in a spreader bar’s clothing. But, I did it anyways.I enter the bathroom, the carpet plush and soft beneath my toes. The creamy beige against the immaculate mahogany trim on candle light coloured walls was really breath taking. A far cry from the stairwell, that’s for sure. I turn to place my clothing on the toilet, and realize there is no lid on the seat. Odd, I thought, instead placing the items Ginny had lent me on the counter. I had to pee, so I sat down, to relieve myself. But something was different.. when I wiped, the tissue had a bunch of mucus-like goo on it. I redden at my realization that I had somehow changed. I was wet for the first time in my life. Tossing the tissue in the bin next to the cabinet, I didn’t bother rise to flush.. I sat there and I pressed the button.. Why I have no idea, but I casino oyna guess change can be good.A burst of water shoots up splattering against the hood of my clitoris making me gasp. Oh dear! I could grow to like this! The stream stops, but my nipples harden against my wet Lacey bra. My breath quickens and my face reddens. What was happening to me? I flush again for good measure, my breasts fighting my bra, the sensation of the cold material against my chest pinching my nipples, the jet of water again hitting my clitoris made me whimper.. perhaps a bit too loudly.. I look up, and see Him..Daddy. He was looking at me through the crack in the door, because I didn’t shut it all the way. It wasn’t something that I did on purpose then, but I do often now. He clears his throat, pushing the door open, as I try and cover my wet slit with my hand. Smirking at me, He reaches behind me and presses the button over and over again, the water keeping constant pressure against my velvety honey hole. “Ahhhh!” I moan, the feeling intensifies double now that I am not the one pressing the button. “And this girl, is a bidet.” With that, he turns and walks out the door, leaving me straddled on the bidet wondering what in the fuck had just happened to me.Part of me wonders how different my life would have been had I never been adopted into his home. A day dreamer, that is what I am. It gets me into trouble on occasion. I tend to stare off into the distance imagining what would have been, what should have been and what it now is. One thing for certain. I chose this, and I can’t bear to think about what will happen should the circumstances ever change. I wake up eager to start my day. Breakfast was never and important meal to me before I met Daddy, Ginny & Charlotte. Now, I relish it, because it means that my lessons will begin shortly after.To be continued.

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