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He wanted me to call him Daddy. I thought it was kinda weird. I mean, I'm 25 and he's only like 40, but he said it would make him happy. I didn't think there was anything wrong with it. I mean, it's just like a pet name right? I could call him Honey, or Sweetie, or Sugar, but he wanted me to call him Daddy. Nobody thinks it's weird if a guy calls his chick, Baby. So I said sure. I can call you Daddy. We dated like maybe three times before he asked me that. It was like in the middle of dinner. I wasn't really calling him anything. Not even his name. He knew when I was talking to him. He just said, like while he was eating his peas, Do you think that you could call me Daddy? So that's how it started.

Then he wanted me to go home with him at night. He said he didn't like to be alone. He said he didn't expect anything from me. I said sure. I mean, I had to go home alone too, so what difference did it make? We could go home alone together. If you know what I mean. I figured it would be a good way to save money. I mean, I was paying through the nose for my apartment and this would be a good way for me to cut expenses. He said he would take care of everything. He just wanted me to be there at night.

So, I would go there after work. It was my house. I mean, he made it like my house. I never felt like a visitor. I had my own room and he bought me the best stereo system. It was really something else. The CD player would play music all night long without ever changing anything if I wanted it to. I asked him how much it cost and he told me it didn't matter. He just wanted me to be happy. And clothes. God. He bought me so many clothes. He never took me shopping. The clothes would just appear in the closet. Always the right size. I don't remember him ever asking me what size I wore.

Then he started asking me to model things. He wanted me to try on all the clothes. He would sit in a chair in the bedroom and I would put on different outfits. He would suggest that one blouse might go better with one shirt. It was like a game. You know the kind you played when you were a kid? When your Mom went out? That's just how I felt. I had so many choices. So many different things to try. There was no way I could ever wear all the stuff he bought. I'd have to change twice a day. He liked to go out to eat. We never ate at home. It was like a ritual every night. I would come home from work and he would meet me in the bedroom. He would choose my outfit, and we would go out for dinner.

Then one night he had a new game. He said Daddy's girl should have a bath before dinner. I would come home and he would have the bath all ready. He always made the water smell so nice. He would wait until I got into the bath and then he would come in and tell me Daddy had to make sure I was clean. It was really hard for me to not laugh, but I could see how serious he was. He would always start with my feet and scrub my toes with a little brush. Then he would wash all of my body. It was like so hard for me to not say anything. But he didn't want me to. He just wanted me to be quiet while he washed me with the soapy cloth.

He liked to shave my legs too. And my, well, you know. He didn't like it to be hairy. He said it made me look too grown-up. So every day he would shave that part too. I have to tell you, I really didn't mind. It felt nice and he was always so careful. I think he used expensive soap because I never got that nasty razor rash that you can sometimes get, you know what I mean? When he finished he would help me out of the tub and I was always supposed to say Thankyou Daddy. He really liked that. I could tell it made him happy because sometimes I could see a bump in his jeans. You know. In the crotch. He never talked about it though.

So, he had been giving me a bath for about a week or more when he suggested that I should start showing him how all my underwear looked. He bought this whole bunch of stuff. I mean I had panties in every colour you could think of. He didn't ever want me to wear a bra though. He said Daddy's Little Girl didn't need a bra. I guess I really don't, but you get used to one you know? He liked me to try on the panties and just kind of stand in front of him, with my hands on my tits. He called them titties, but I think that.s a silly word don't you? I mean, it might be ok for kids, but I'm a grown woman. Tits and ass. I said that once and he got really mad. So I would try on all this underwear and he would just look at me. That's all.

Then he changed the rules again. He wanted me to get into the bathtub with him. He was like all naked and he wanted me to get in and sit on his lap. On his thing. I mean it wasn't a big deal. I really liked him. I would have had sex any time he wanted. But he had to play this game. So, he would be in the tub. I would come home and I was supposed to be surprised to find him there. He would tell me to get undressed and then he would tell me to get into the nice warm water with him. I would sit with my back to him and he would play with my tits from behind. I could never see his face then, but I could hear him. He would rub my nipples and pinch them until they got really hard and he would grunt a bit and then he would moan and then he would tell me to get out of the water and get dressed. I wouldn't see him until the next day.

Then he wanted me to sit on his thing and put it inside me. We would still be in the bathtub. He wanted it to be like it was an accident. I was supposed to be surprised when I sat down on it and it went inside me. Man, that was a trip and a half. He would get off in no time flat and then he would get really mad. He would make me get out of the tub and dry myself off. Then he would get out and drag me into the bedroom. Not really hard. It was like play-acting. Like I knew he wasn't really mad. He would put on his robe and sit down in the chair. Then he would pull me across his lap and spank me. All the time he would be saying things like Daddy doesn't like to do this you know. You shouldn't be such a bad girl. Daddy doesn't want to hurt you but you brought this on yourself. He never really spanked me hard. I mean if I were honest I would tell you that I really kinda liked it. It made my ass all warm and tingly. And when he was finished he always just sat there rubbing my ass and telling me how sorry he was. All I had to say was Don't worry Daddy, It.s OK Daddy, and he would be happy.

After a while he would let me get up. That.s when he wanted me to sit on his lap. He still didn't want me to get dressed. So I would sit there, like stark naked, and he would talk to me. He would just talk about ordinary stuff. Sometimes he would read books. Long stories that he liked. Or poetry. He didn't expect me to say anything. He wanted me to be quiet. I would just sit with my head on his shoulder and he would read. Sometimes he would put his hand between my legs and just feel me. He really liked to do that. I have to tell you that I liked it too. I mean who wouldn't? It felt good.

He would put the book down and he would get his finger busy between my legs. I would get so wet sometimes that I was afraid he would think I peed myself. I didn't though. I just got really excited. It was those times I wanted him to fuck me, but he never did it there. He would only do it in the bathtub like it was an accident. And I had to be so quiet. I couldn't let on that I liked what he was doing. Even if I had the best orgasm ever I had to be quiet. If I wasn't quiet he could get mean. But not very often.

Then he told me that he didn't want me to go to work anymore. I didn't care. It wasn't like I had this big important job or anything. I didn't need to worry about buying anything because he bought everything for me. He said I should just stay at home and be pretty for him. He was still going to work every day back then. I would get out of bed before he did and I would make his breakfast. I was sleeping in his bed by then. But that was all we were doing. Sleeping. He liked to sleep with his hand between my legs or on my bum. That was cool. He didn't want me to wear clothes in the house at all. He said I shouldn't be shy in front of my Daddy. I wasn't. But he liked me to pretend to be. So I would be like all naked and we would eat breakfast and he would go off to work. I spent most of the day just hanging around watching television and listening to music.

When he came home at night he wanted me to be at the door to greet him. I always had to say Oh Daddy I'm so glad you.re home. He didn't like it if I said anything different. He would sit down and I would sit on his lap and he would tell me all about his day. Then he would say Give Daddy a Kiss and I would kiss him on the mouth. He would always stick his tongue in my mouth and he wanted me to suck it. He said sucking Daddy's tongue was OK and there wasn't any harm in it. He said some Daddies asked their little girls to suck other things but he would never do that.

Then he locked the closet. I couldn't get any of my clothes. I asked him why he did that and he said he didn't want me to leave while he was at work. I told him I wouldn't but he said he needed to be sure. If we were going out he would give me something to wear. Then we stopped going out. It got so like I didn't ever see any other people. I started asking him why we didn't go anywhere and he said we didn't have to go anywhere. He said he wanted his little girl to himself. He didn't like other people to look at his little girl.

Then he stopped going out to work. He said he was going to work at home. He didn't need his downtown office. He wanted me to type for him. I had to sit in that room all day and type with no clothes on. It was really starting to be weird. Every afternoon he would tell me that I needed to take a nap. He would make me go upstairs and lay down on the bed while he read me stories. All the time his hand was busy in my crotch. I really liked those times because I felt so good and I could always go to sleep. Sometimes he told me I should open up my legs and play with myself. He would say You just let your fingers play with that little rosebud of yours while Daddy watches. Daddy has to get rid of some tension too. That.s when he would take that thing out of his pants and stroke it. He would make it get so big and hard and then he would get all purple in the face and then it would squirt all over his hand and he would get up and leave. He never wanted to talk to me then.

OK. So then it got bad. I got up one day before it was light and figured I didn't want to play this game any more. I couldn't open the closet so I took a blanket and tried to get out the front door. I figured I could get a cab or something and I still had a few bucks in the bank. He caught me though. He was so mad. I didn't think he would ever stop spanking me. I mean, it wasn't fun anymore. He was really hurting me.

I didn't even know about this basement room. I didn't know there was anybody else here. I never heard a sound in all that time. It must have like some kind of soundproofing or something. I don't know how long I.ve been down here. I know the moon has been full at least two times. I hope you catch him. I hope he doesn't get very far before he runs out of gas. I hope you lock him up and never let him get away. What I really hope is that he never asks anybody else to call him Daddy.

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