I miss Daddy. I miss being taken care of and feeling like someone actually wants me.
Is everything alright with you?
Just going through some stuff right now. Thank you for asking though :)
I hadn’t thought about the reason he was drinking so much water. It never occurred to me in the slightest until he asked me if I knew and even then the question confused me. I had asked for a drink earlier in the night and he came back with juice for me and a water bottle for himself. As he sat down and started to drink he smiled and said he had to drink a lot. I looked at him, not understanding.
“Do you know why I have to drink a lot little girl?” he said, smiling.
I told him I didn’t know. You would think the answer would be obvious but I was innocent in that moment to his intentions. He could tell I didn’t know but smiled bigger.
“I have to save up for later, you know that.”
That was when it finally hit me and I looked down shyly, my cheeks blushing and a feeling of anxiousness washing over me. Throughout the night, the idea had left me again and I hadn’t thought about it at all until he got up from the couch where I was lying, naked under a blanket watching tv, and walked into the bathroom. The light from the bathroom flooded the dark hallway and I heard the shower curtain being pushed aside. I grew nervous. I had never done something like this before.
He walked out of the bathroom and turned off the tv.
“Get up and go kneel in the tub.” His tone was serious, demanding.
I willed myself not to resist. Don’t make a big deal. Get up and go do as you’re told. I wanted it, but I was scared at the same time. I wished that he would’ve forced me to do it only so that I could’ve taken the easy way out and tricked myself into thinking I didn’t have a choice. In reality, I really didn’t. Either get up now without making a fuss, or make it worse for myself by not doing it. Knowing my place, I stood slowly, eyes down, and pushed myself down the hall.
As I walked into the small bathroom, I cautiously stepped into the bathtub and brought myself to my knees. My back was straight and my hands were clasped on my knees. I looked down feeling frightened. He walked into the bathroom and was pleased that I had done what I was told.
“Are you ready girly?”
I looked up and nodded to him. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his semi-hardened dick. I looked at it, and back up at him. I supposed to make the heights at a better angle, he stood up onto the edge of the tub. I was now far below him where I had to crane my neck back to look up at him. It was hard to face he embarrassment of what was about to come. I looked down again but he clasped my chin and brought my face to turn upwards. I closed my eyes, knowing what was going to happen, not knowing how it was going to feel.
It started to come down. The warm, yellow liquid pouring down onto me. I kept my mouth shut and my eyes closed as it kept coming. His urine squirting down through my hair, down my face, and down my naked body all the way between my legs and into the tub. It wasn’t a bad feeling. It felt degrading and humiliating but so right. This is what I wanted. I wanted him to treat me like this and it’s exactly what I got.
As he finished and his piss stopped coming out, I opened my eyes and lightly smiled up at him. “That’s a good girl. My little piss slut.” His words made me wet, and I started to shiver from the cooling urine on my body. I thought it was over but he came down and guided my head to his dick. I knew what he wanted, though I didn’t want it, but opened my mouth regardless and took his cock into my mouth. I could taste his bitter liquid on the end of his dick and I desperately wanted to stop but I knew my place and kept going. After a few moments I stopped and he smiled at me.
I was lucky enough to be granted a shower afterwards.
