Ready Red

"Are you ready, red?"  

"Ready for what?"  
 
She looked at me, startled like a fawn.  
 
"Daddy sent me to fetch you."  
 
"Did he now?"  
 
"He did," I smiled "He wanted a crimson dressed slut, so he sent me to find one in the crimson dressed slut rooms. He needs you apparently."  
 
"I see."  
 
"A blindfold may be needed."  
 
"Okay," she smiled, a little nervously; then shrugged her shoulders pushing any anxiety aside. "But hey. I mean I don't like keeping daddy waiting..."  
 
"I know what you mean, but my daddy thought you'd like what daddy meant better."  
 
"And are you okay sharing your daddy?"  
 
"I just find girls for him. I like it when he's happy."  
 
"So, if I went skipping, barefoot, to him now, what would he want from me?"  
 
"You never can tell with daddy," I giggled. "You have to work out just what he needs."  
 
"Then I guess it's best just to find out. And to be a good girl for him."  
 
"And hope you get it right," I frowned.  
 
"Maybe he'll appreciate me trying?"  
 
"Good girls are always better than the trying ones. He tells me this lots."  
 
"Oh?"  
 
"Good bad girls are usually even better."  
 
"Well. I can only do my best. Or worst. Succeed for him.  How long has he been your Daddy?"  
 
"Forever and a yesterday, miss.  You can only suck seed when he's done."  
 
"When he's done what?" She giggled  
 
"When he's done what he needs to do. Filling you in on the detail is his right."  
 
"I'm pretty eager to meet him," she nodded. "And you too. You seem really nice."  
 
"Your bare feet and bare cunnie gave you away. " I flicked up her short skirt to prove my point.  "I'm just the messenger - my only role is to get you ready for him to use."  
 
"I'm feeling pretty ready. What more do I need to do?"  
 
"I think you need your hands tied behind your back - let me help. That's it bend back your shoulders, thrust your chest forwards.  He's going to love slapping your bosom."  
 
"Oh. You're good at this."  
 
"I was a good girl guide."  
 
"I'll bet," she grinned. "I feel.... it's hard to move much at all."  
 
"The cord round your ankles will be looser, I promise you."  
 
"So I can stumble around?"  
 
"So you can be spread like daddy likes. And have once you're wet enough. Or not if he just decides to use you without waiting."  
 
She nodded.  
 
"Every part of me is available to him."  
 
"I should think it would be."  
 
I watched her shiver at the thought of being taken like that.  
 
"Is he hard and possessive?" she whispered  
 
"I like it," I murmured, ignoring her." when daddy has a new mount to please him."  
 
"Will daddy hurt me when he uses me?"  
 
"Of course.  He will hurt you in the darkest, most intense detail but only until you cry out for more."  
 
"And...does he like his girls to do their best to stay quiet? To weep silently? Or does he like it when we moan and beg?  
 
"You can do what you like behind your blindfold. My panties will make a nice gag if you are too noisy."  
 
"Oh my."  
 
"Daddy says moaning and begging is to be allowed and even encouraged."  
 
"It would be intoxicating to taste your juices as I moaned into your panties. My mouth full."  
 
"Daddy's favourite sort of aural love letter. I will keep them just out of your reach to tantalise you into giving more."  
 
"You watch everything, don't you? You will smell my arousal."  
 
"I need to learn so that I'm the best for daddy, when I'm as ready as you are right now, red."