I have been at home with Daddy almost a week now. He has been really kind to me. I am confused by this. From a very young age, I have been his slave girl. My only usefulness has been to service him and whoever he chose to loan or sell me to. I am his worthless slut, property, something to be seen and used, but never heard. I don’t know how to react to kindness. Maybe he feels guilty because Lee injured me so badly. Nevertheless, this kind of treatment is so foreign, I don’t know what to do. I just wish he would act normal again.
Then he brings you into the room. He tells me that he has lost a poker hand and I was the last bet he had. He tells me you have won the right to do with me what you will. You tell me to stand up and follow you to our basement dungeon. You tell me you are going to have lots of fun with me and that when you finish, you may feel inclined to share me with the other men and women present at the poker game. Since I have never had a Mistress, this is a new concept. You have that sadistic gleam in your eyes. I am in fear of what this night will bring, but I am also getting hot and turned on by the possibilities that lie ahead.
What do you have in mind for our time together? Do you want to be my temporary Master? Let’s discuss the many possibilities.