The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βThatβs normal. Your thirty minutes starts now.β I hear something click and he moves around behind me. The toilet flushes. βCan you walk with it in?β
He wants to me walk around while I have this thing up my butt? βCanβt I just wait in here?β
βNo. Moving with the plug in is part of the training.β He reaches down and draws my panties back up my legs. His warm fingers expertly settle the band back into place around my hips, and I wish heβd leave his hands there, but he smoothes down my skirt and the tail of my blazer instead. βTry standing up, sweetheart. Iβm right here behind you. Youβre not going to fall.β
βYes, sir.β I push up with my hands against the tile lip, but my arms shake too hard. I canβt push myself up.
Loganβs big hands smooth down my arms. His weight settles against my back. He wraps his hands around my forearms and gathers me in, hugging my back against his front. Then he straightens, pulling me upright with him.
βIβve got you,β he whispers to me.
βThank you, Daddy.β I close my eyes and melt back against him, using the strength of his big body to brace my wobbly knees, my strained back and shaking shoulders. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight to his chest.
βHow does it feel when youβre standing up?β he asks, his breath warm against my temple.
βLike thereβs a thing in my butt,β I say truthfully.
He chuckles. βFair enough. Is it hurting?β
Not really, but Iβd like it out. βHow long has it been so far?β
Logan holds up his right wrist so I can see the fancy diverβs watch on his wrist. The blue metal face has a dial with hands, but thereβs also a digital inset with a timer thatβs running. 01:17.
βOh,β I say.
Logan chuckles at my obvious disappointment. βTry walking over to the far wall and back. Iβm right here. I wonβt let you fall.β
βYes, sir.β I straighten slowly. Logan rests his hands on my shoulders until I begin moving away from him. The plug is a strange fullness in me, like gas, butβcontrary to my expectationsβit doesnβt hurt, and just produces a little friction when I walk, although Iβm not sure if Iβll be able to sit down with it in. I reach the tiled wall and pause for a moment, before turning around and walking back to Logan.
Heβs watching me with a very big smile. He opens his arms when I reach him and pulls me to his chest. He tips my chin up and taps the tip of my nose with this finger and I spare a second to wonder if thatβs the finger he had inside my ass. βHowβre you doing?β
βOkay, sir.β Which is, surprisingly, the truth.
βGood girl. I want to recap laterββ
βRecap?β I know the sports term but have no idea how it applies to anal training.
βMm-hmm. I want to talk about what that little panic was all about. But weβll do that later. Now, before we go, open your shirt for me. I want to check on your breasts.β
My breasts? Oh, the nipple clamps. Iβd almost forgotten them in light of the whole sticking Morris up my butt thing, but now that he mentions them, my nipples throb.
While he washes his handsβand is he humming βTwinkle, Twinkle, Little Starβ as he does it?βI take off my tie and stuff it in my blazer pocket, then unbutton the shirt and hold it open so he can inspect his handiwork. He takes off each clamp, massages my nipple, then puts the clamp back in place. βHow do these feel?β
βAchy.β
βGood. Theyβll help keep you focused, too. Wash your face, blow your nose, button up, put your tie back on and weβll go upstairs.β
βYes, sir.β I follow each of his instructions carefully. As I check my hair in the mirror, I see a smile I wasnβt aware of. Itβs a dreamy smile, which is crazy when my whole bodyβs aching. But itβs there all the same.
When I turn back to Logan, heβs watching me, his hands in the pockets of his dress pants, leaning against the door. His face is relaxed, unsmiling, and the only way youβd know he just put a plug in my ass is from the intensity in his eyes. I move to him, stand very close and look right up into those amazing dark eyes. βThank you very much, sir.β
He lifts an eyebrow. βFor?β
Mostly itβs for checking on the clamps. But itβs also for everything else. From the way he commands me so precisely, to his control when he was angry with me, to buying me a little purple butt plug called Morris. βEverything.β
βGood girl.β He kisses me gently, flicking the tip of his tongue across my lower lip, which makes me shiver. βHowβs the focus?β
βGood, sir.β I definitely wouldnβt reach for the check now. My mindβs quiet and calm. Iβm actually not thinking about much, just feeling the constant sizzle of my nerves.
βRemember, if you feel like youβre going to lose control of your bowels, straight to the bathroom. You donβt need to ask permission. Iβll check in with you in five minutes.β
I nod. I remember. He could give me instructions for assembling a jet engine right now and Iβd remember every word.
He gives me one last kiss, then opens the door and ushers me out.
Chapter Five Logan
The first person we meet upstairs is Rachel. Of course.
Sheβs standing on the landing at the top of the stairs as I help Emily up them. My little girlβs struggling with the butt-plug, grasping the bannister with one hand and my arm with the other as she tries to climb the stairs. Iβd be able to tell from a mile away that sheβs plugged, and Iβm sure Rachel can, too.
I refuse to remember teaching Rachel to walk while plugged.
Whatever Rachelβs remembering, sheβs got her face under control by the time we reach the top of the stairs. Rachelβs one of those women who
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