She was 22 years old. I was 66. We had a real connection. I knew she was a genuinely great person with a big, warm heart. I knew she was very smart, even though she was still in college. She had endless energy and a great attitude. I loved everything about her, and I cared deeply about her. I wanted her to be part of my life, and I wanted to be part of hers.
She liked to call me Pappa, sometimes Daddy, and had already asked me to be her Master. She sent me her photos, and I knew what she looked like. She had done things with me she had never done before. For some reason, I had a way of hitting all the right buttons. She had many buttons to push: humiliation, exhibitionism, submission, and objectification. I knew how to wind her up and how to push her over the edge. During our last session, she orgasmed and squirted so many times she lost count.
We decided to meet in person for the first time. I was going to visit the city near where she lived. She did not know when I would be arriving. I knew she would be working. I went to the restaurant where she worked as a waitress. I asked to be seated in her section. The restaurant was busy. She was focused on completing her tasks, taking orders, and delivering them to the table. I was patient.
When she came to take my order, she recognized me from the photo I had shared with her online and stopped in her tracks, “Pappa, what… I am shocked. Hello. I am so happy to see you.” The look of shock, dismay, and confusion on her face was priceless.
I told her to carry on with her day as usual. I told her to treat me as any other customer. I told her we would have time to chat when her work was done. I ordered a club sandwich and iced tea. I then informed her that I was meeting someone later and would be staying all afternoon, and she should expect a generous tip. Then, I asked her name as any regular customer would, and she told me before walking away.
As I watched her work, I noticed she had at least two customers she seemed to favor. Both were older men, perhaps my age or slightly younger. Both were extra friendly toward her. Both enjoyed flirting. Both enjoyed watching her ass as she continuously walked past them. Both were unaware that I was watching them as they watched her. Previously, Good Girl had told me about a few of her customers and how she fantasized about them using her. I assumed these two men were two of those customers.
She brought me lunch and asked if there was anything else she could get for me.
I asked whether the owner or manager was available so I could compliment them on the food and service.
When the owner arrived, I told him that I was meeting a special client near closing time. I wondered if I could rent the restaurant for a private event for two hours after closing. I told him I would only need one waitress; I preferred the one waiting on my table. Appealing to his profit motive, I told him I would pay $1,000 for the two-hour “reservation” and I would pay the waitress for the extra two hours with a generous tip. He left my table. I saw him speak to my Good Girl. When he returned, he told me everything was set for my “meeting.”
When it seemed like Good Girl was distracted, I approached each of the two customers (Steve and Larry) separately. I introduced myself as a businessman from out of town. I told them I would be meeting a special customer at the restaurant right at closing. I told them I have some special entertainment planned, and it would be a shame if only one person saw the show. I asked them both to stay a while longer and enjoy the entertainment. They both agreed.
At closing time, Good Girl approached my table and told me the restaurant was now closed, and all the other employees had left for the day. She told me the restaurant was now available for my private event, and I told her to lock the doors.
She asked if my special guest had arrived. I told her that all my guests were present.
She looked around and saw only her two regular customers. She assumed there was another person in the restroom.
After the doors were locked, she returned to my table. I stood, took her hand, and formally introduced myself, since we were meeting in person for the first time. “It is so good to finally meet you in person, Pappa.”
I gave her a serious look and asked her if she was going to be a Good Girl for me today.
She understood my meaning, and her demeanor changed instantly as she replied, “Yes, Master.”
I told her she was a Good Girl. I took her hand and walked her to the ladies’ room. Before she entered, I instructed her to remove all her clothing. I handed her a black one-inch studded collar and told her that it was the only thing she was allowed to wear. I told her I would wait for her.
When she opened the door, she was standing in the doorway completely naked, turning bright red with embarrassment.
I clipped the leash to her collar and teasingly asked her, “How do you feel?”
She replied, “I am so embarrassed, but my pussy is dripping.”
I asked her, “Who is your Master?”
She replied, “You are, Master.”
I walked her to the dining area, holding her leash. I knew she liked giving up control. I also knew being led around on a leash would be quite embarrassing and humiliating. I knew she would be highly aroused by it.
We arrived at the center of the dining area, surrounded by empty tables. I turned to her and said, “Be a Good Girl. Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart and with your fingers locked behind your head, elbows out.”
She was a Good Girl and obeyed.
I told her, “No matter what is said, you shall remain silent. Do you understand, slut?” I knew she liked being humiliated. Calling her a slut while she stood in front of me naked was intended to get her juices flowing.
She replied, “Yes, Master.”
I told her, “No matter what happens, you shall not move. Do you understand, slut?”
She replied with a slight whimper, “Yes, Master.”
I called out to Steve and Larry. I invited them to join us. They jumped out of their chairs and hurried over.
I explained to Steve and Larry that the Good Girl standing before them belongs to me, and that they may only touch when I allow it. They both nodded their understanding. I told them that she was a Good Girl because she was always ready to fuck, her pussy was always wet, she easily orgasms and does so often, she often squirts, she loves it when older men like them look at her and fantasize about her, she enjoys showing off her hot little body, she likes being humiliated, and she likes being controlled and used. I said, “she is already dripping wet, and we are just talking. Imagine what she will be like when we start touching her. She really is a slut, but she is my slut.”
I knew that talking about her as if she were not there, like she was an object, a toy, would be humiliating for her and a huge turn-on. I knew she liked to be humiliated.
She turned bright red with embarrassment. Her jaws flexed a little, most likely trying to stifle a moan.
I said to Steve and Larry, “Check out these tits. They are firm and full and so sensitive. Look at how, at the slightest touch, the nipples become erect.”
Steve reached out and fondled her breasts. He pinched and twisted her nipples. Steve confirmed, “Man, her tits are perfect. I could play with them all day.”
I knew she liked being used by older men. I knew she craved their attention. I knew she fantasized about moments like this, being controlled, being told what to do, being used, being a plaything, being a slut for older men. I knew just the thought of it could make her cum. I couldn’t wait to see how it affected her when it actually happened.
Good Girl closed her eyes and moaned, then squirmed, but held her stance.
I glanced between her legs. Her juices were flowing, the trail of liquid almost to the inside of her knees.
Larry followed, groping her tits harder and rougher than Steve. He also pinched and pulled and twisted her nipples harder than Steve, causing Good Girl to moan loudly and tremble where she stood. Pussy juice was dripping from her thighs, forming a puddle on the floor.
I moved behind Good Girl and slapped her ass twice on each cheek, causing her to shriek. I said to Steve and Larry, “Check out this ass. Remember this ass belongs to me. Every time you look at this ass, you should be saying to yourself how lucky I am to own a fine piece of ass like this.”
Steve didn’t waste any time. He immediately started groping her ass. Larry joined in. There were now two big, strong hands groping each of her ass cheeks.
Good Girl was trembling, moaning, and whimpering. She could feel her orgasm coming on strong. Her juices were flowing like a river. The puddle at her feet was growing rapidly.
I said to Steve and Larry, “I am sure that sweet, tight, little pussy of mine is begging for attention.”
Neither of them hesitated. They each kept one hand on her ass and reached for her pussy with their other hand. Steve slid one finger effortlessly into her slit. Larry started rubbing her clit.
Good Girl orgasmed immediately, her body shaking, her juices pouring out of her cunt. Luckily, four hands held her up.
Steve and Larry continued groping her ass. They took turns fingering her pussy, first with one finger, then two.
Good Girl continued to shake and moan. She appeared to be in a continuous state of orgasm. Without warning, her cunt squirted with force a strong stream of fluid.
Steve immediately reached through her legs to capture some of the fluid. With his fingers drenched, he pushed his middle finger into her ass.
Good Girl whimpered and convulsed with another stronger orgasm and squirted again.
Larry roughly jammed three fingers into her pussy and started sawing in and out rapidly.
Good Girl moaned and screamed with another orgasm and continued squirting.
Steve, feeling bold, forced a second finger into her ass.
Good Girl screamed and convulsed into a massive orgasm, her whole body shaking uncontrollably. Steve and Larry tried to hold her up, but let her slip to the floor in a puddle of her own pussy juice.
Good Girl could barely catch her breath. As she did, I told Steve and Larry that the show was over.
Steve commented, “She is one hot piece of ass. You are a lucky man!”
Larry chimed in, “I would love to fuck that pussy and that hot ass, just let me know when.”
I helped Good Girl up and to the ladies’ room. I helped her get cleaned up and get dressed.
Good Girl finally spoke. She asked me, “Was I a good girl, Master? Did I please you?”
I knew she had a deep-seated need to please. I knew she craved approval. I knew she wanted to make me happy. I said to her, “Yes, you were a Good Girl, A Very Good Girl. You have made me very happy.”
Good Girl smiled and cheerfully said, “I will do anything for you, Daddy, ahem, Master.”
Then I added, “You know you were not entirely silent as I instructed, don’t you?”
She replied, “Yes, Master.”
I asked, “And, you know you moved and failed to do as I instructed, don’t you?”
She was nearly in tears as she answered, “Yes, Master. I tried, Master.”
I said to her, “I know you tried, Baby Girl. You must learn to do, not just try. Do you understand?”
She replied, sniffling, “Yes, Master.”
I assured her, “Don’t worry, Baby Girl, you can make it up to me. Would you like to do that?”
Her mood brightened. “Oh yes, Pappa. Please let me make it up to you. I want to make you happy. I want to make you proud of me.”
When we were in the car, I turned to her and said, “The night is still young. When we get to the hotel room, I have plans for you. You will learn to obey.”
She replied, “Yes, Master.”
