Daddys Little Slut: A Story of BDSM, Spanking, and First-Time Anal sex I stand there, looking at the mirror, I realize just how nervous I am to meet you. I retouch my makeup and lipstick one last time. I stare at my body, like it wasn't mine, almost not recognizing the woman in front of me. Her long dark hair, pulled up in the front but flowing down her back, leads to a loose deep red V-neck silk blouse that flows over her chest and down her stomach. The top of her breasts were clearly visible, her hard nipples pulling the material of her shirt. The blouse falls lightly over a black leather skirt that ends quite a few inches above her knees. As I stare at my clone in the mirror, I can see the tips of the black stockings at the edge of the skirt and my eyes travel downward to a pair of 3 inch high heels. I look at her face, the lipstick matching the shirt, the eyes showing the inside of my soul saying how much I want to go through with this. It's hard to imagine a thirty two year old woman trying to look like a twenty two year old, but I made the transformation well or at least I hope I do. I take a deep breath and then another for sanities sake and turn around to unlock the door with the key that was left at the desk. I have my instructions in my purse but I don't need to look at them for they have been memorized for the past two weeks since I received them. I knew once I received your email that I would finally be able to take the next step with you. You have been training me for so long that it is hard to imagine this is our first meeting. I slowly open the door and walk into the suite and say "Daddy, I'm home from college." I hear movement in the other room of the suite and then a door opens. I see him come out into the main room. He is forty eight years old, with just a little grey speckled through his dark black hair. His piercing deep blue eyes scan over my body quickly but thoroughly. …but everything was about to change
