Releasing my arm, I slid down onto my knees. I could not say why, I just felt it was the right thing to do. As I knelt I watched my father out of the corner of my eye. He moved so fluidly removing his tie, then unbuttoning his coat and finally undoing his cuff links as he turned and looked at me smiling all business again.
“Well young lady, you kneel there before me waiting to see what I am going to do.” Stepping closer he cups my chin and turns my face up to him and I know it is as if he has been there all the time, studying me, fashioning me like a project in his portfolio I was as much a part of his success as his moves on Wall Street. “We know each other don’t we” he asked?
“Yes sir” I said feeling the slight weep of my body as it caved in even further willing to be told what to do for once, wanting him to just lead me to who I really was and what I really needed.
He let my chin go and walked around, his fingers trailing over my shoulders causing me to shiver at his very touch as if he burned my skin away revealing the cow inside the woman’s body I flaunted and used to get what I wanted.
Walking over to a desk he got out a collar and a lead and came back to me, “It is time to show everyone who you really are my daughter. But before we do that, I am going to brand you and use you as any farmer might so his favorite cow knew her place in the herd.”
He fastened the collar on me and then attached the lead, which was made of leather. With a tug I crawled with him leading as he took me to the large open window looking out over the city lights. Then he wrapped the leather leash over a bar at the middle of the window and I heard the zip of his fly going down.
Damn he had me built up, my pussy was wet and my stomach roiling with the excitement of what he was going to do to me now.
“Now for the real question my darling daughter, do I brand you or fuck you first?” |