Babygirl’s Stressful Week

Something I’ve been toying around with. Let me know what your think!

Fortunately, it was Friday, and I had a hellish week. Work had been driving me crazy, and stressing me out to points where I couldn’t stand it. My body and mind were through with the stress of the week and as a result, all I wanted to do was climb into bed and not move until Monday morning. Instead of doing that, Daddy had planned on playtime this weekend, and whatever Daddy wanted, Daddy got. Since he left later than me for work, he would no doubt have instructions and an outfit left on the bed for me to dress in and wait for you to come home from work.

I stumbled through the door, ripping off my heels and tossing them on the floor. I struggled with my blazer, fighting to take it off. While I made my way to the bathroom, I continued to strip, getting rid of my dress pants, blouse, bra and panties. My small pile of clothes landed in the hamper, and I made my way to the shower, turning the hot water on. With water and soap, some of the tightness in my shoulders, my makeup, and hairspray washed down the drain. I scrubbed myself clean, and shaved, knowing that you would want me hairless and soft-skinned for you. Once I was squeaky clean, I dried off and made my way back into the bedroom. On the bed, was a lingerie set, a black bra and panty set with red bows. As always, whatever Daddy picked out for me was classy. I dressed, and sat at my vanity to fix up my makeup and my hair.

Nearly an hour later, my chocolate hair was in soft waves, dark eyeliner surrounded my green eyes accented by a thin layer of mascara, and a thin layer of moisturizer, trying to go for a natural look. Daddy preferred it that way. I stood to apply a little lotion to my skin, making sure I was extra soft for Daddy. The alarm clock on your nightstand informed me that you would be home soon, and I would have to wait for you to finish showering after work before we could play.

Minutes later, I heard the faint sound of the front door close, that was my cue to be kneeling at the foot of the bed, facing it. I would be unable to view you come into the bedroom, and while you were in the shower. The anticipation killed me. Not seeing you until you wanted me to see you also put me at a disadvantage, I would be unable to read how your workday went. If it went well, maybe I would be able to cum. If not, who knows?

I listened as you wandered the house, probably putting your shoes and jacket away, and maybe tripping over my heels at the door. Your footsteps sounded like they were coming closer to the bedroom, closer to where I tried to wait patiently on my knees. My gaze was almost burning a hole in the wall, I was trying to prevent myself from turning my head to see you. I heard a soft chuckle; you noticed my extreme concentration. My palms were upturned and flat, just as you taught me, but they were also tense. “Relax Baby girl. Showers only take a few minutes.” I took a shaky, shallow breath as I heard your soft, deep voice. My teeth clenched around my lip as I heard your pants, and belt clatter to the floor. I knew that I would have to clean up your trail of clothes later. Your footsteps pattered into the bathroom, and I heard the shower turn back on.

I took a second to readjust myself, while I waited for you to finish up. You loved teasing me by delaying coming into the bedroom, even if it was only a few minutes. My knees ached, but I knew my body would last for Daddy. Deep down, I craved your attention and praise, hell I even craved your punishments. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw you emerge from the bathroom, turning the light off. You were naked, except for a towel around your waist. I froze in position as I felt your eyes run over my body.

Wordlessly you walked behind me, looking me over. You were making sure that I was following your instructions down to the letter. Once you deemed that I fit your criteria, you sat on the bed in front of me. “Hey Baby girl. How was your day?” I took that as my cue to look into your eyes. “Exhausting and stressful Daddy. How was yours?” You frowned at my answer, “Mine was good Princess. What can Daddy do to make your day better?” I bit my lip, unsure what to say, you had never asked me that before. You chuckled as I thought, “It was that bad Baby girl? So bad that you can’t even think of what could make it better? Are you that fried Princess?” I was unsure of what to say, so I just nodded. You threw your head back, laughing, causing me to blush. “Okay Baby girl. I guess Daddy will just have to think of what could make it better.”

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