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The last time I wrote to you all, things were rocky. I was scared, as we all get in relationships; scared that all that time, effort, and energy that I put into building something I thought was sustainable would be for naught. Luckily, Through hard work on both sides, and perseverance, I am elated to say that Daddy and I have come out on the other side stronger, more dedicated to each other, and more in love than ever. Something that I have learned over my few years on this earth is that love is choice, not a feeling. It is making the decision to give another person 100%, even when they don’t deserve it, and especially then. I hope all of you find that love; everyone deserves to experience it.

 

Now, onto the Slut Dress..

 

The dress you saw in the beginning of this post was bought in the very beginning of Daddy’s and my relationship. In fact, I wore it on O/our second date. We went to an adult toy store in the city with me wearing only it and a pair of stilettos. We purchased something that day that on paper was an amazing toy, but  in reality completely impractical (the way we used it). That day we also purchased O/our first vibrator. (Side note, I think that vibe is in storage, and I think it’s time I made a trip to get it!) The impractical thing, if you were wondering, was a set of tweezer nipple clamps, that were connected by a chain, and then a separate chain that connected to a clitoris clamp. Perhaps this toy is actually great in practice (in the bedroom), but we were novices in the BDSM scene, and Daddy thought, “Hey, wouldn’t it be sooo sexy if you wore this out of the store underneath your sexy dress”

“Mmm yeah, sounds super sexy” I say, not knowing that moments later I would regret the statement. So He’s not allowed to help me put it on, so I’m struggling to do this myself in the dressing room. I get everything situated, only to realize that I really need to use the little girls’ room. So we make O/our purchases, and head out the door. I can’t hold it anymore, so I ask if we can find a rest room.

You’ve seen the dress, right? Scroll up, look again. I was wearing this in broad daylight, in the middle of the city. With nipple clamps and a clit clamp underneath. Oy vey! What was I thinking? But wait! There’s more… So there’s a pizza joint across the street, and I decide to step in to use the powder room there. The pizza joint is a family establishment, and as luck would have it, there was a family sitting at the front table, and as my luck would have it my clit clamp slid off just as I was walking by said family. Mortified doesn’t even begin to describe it. It’s hilarious, because these days, Daddy and I would far more likely be the family at the table than the man waiting for His girl in the slut dress…but I digress.

Little did I know, that this dress lovingly named “the slut dress”, would make an appearance again in a hilarious/tragic way.

So Daddy and I decide to pop over to Des Moines for a little R&R…it’s far enough away that no one knows U/us, and W/we can indulge ourselves in a little debauchery. While W/we were there, W/e decided a fun thing to do would be to go to a strip club; if you haven’t already guessed this part, I was wearing the dress, because W/we thought it would be a cheeky way to add some D/s fun to the evening. If I recall correctly, W/we drove all over looking for this damn club, and once W/we arrived, were none too impressed with either the establishment, or its employees. Soooo, W/we sauntered around, trying to find a pretty lady to get a lap dance from, but there were none to be found. My nerves had had about all they could take, and this was back when I was a raging nicotine addict, so I decided it was about time to go light up. So Daddy proceeds to take me outside, so I can indulge my filthy habit (which I have since quit, thank you very much!) and this lady starts walking up to U/s- and she looks pissed. “Excuse me? Excuse me!” she demands, so I innocently look up at her, wondering what in hell she wants. “What exactly are you doing?” she asks, with a snotty tone. “Ummm…..I’m having a cigarette, what’s it look like?” I retort. “Well, is your shift over?” -YOU GUYS! My shift?! She thought I worked there. Once I explained to her that I was not in fact employed by her establishment, she promptly offered me a job. Flattered as I was, I kindly declined, and Daddy and I left shortly thereafter.

We had a few situations happen like that, until Daddy and I realized that maybe, JUST MAYBE, the slut dress should remain a private event, for Daddy’s eyes only.

And a few weeks ago, when W/we went to The Big Apple, W/we did just that. W/we had an amazing role-play, built around this yard or so of material. He was a film director, and I was an aspiring actress. W/we met outside of Cold Stone Creamery, and He innocently offered to buy me some ice cream, as this was a big shiny city, and I was just a lost little girl, trying to find some work. Wink, wink. So anyway, He then convinces me to come back up to His hotel room, to try on some wardrobe for a part He’s convinced me that I’d be perfect for…but when W/we get back up to the room, all He hands me is this skimpy piece of gold and black material- the Slut Dress. This led to all kinds of fun banter, and even more fun sex.

This dress is Daddy’s (and my) favorite piece of lingerie, and it’s not hard to see why. It has character, it has a story, and also, it hugs in all the right places! I love the Slut Dress, and pack it with me whenever Daddy and I go out. It always makes me feel sexy, and it never fails to turn Daddy on.