The Exhibition (DARK EROTICA SERIES)

“Need help finding anything?” Asked the woman with blue hair.

I stammered nervously over my words until I found them: “Yes… Well, I need… I need to find a collar and a leash.”

The woman smiled, put down her book, and waved with her hand to follow her. She took me to an aisle not too far from the front and presented a whole shelf of collars, gags, and leashes. I was overwhelmed by the selection and smiled like I had just been presented a puppy.

“Let me know if you need help finding anything else.”

I nodded in her direction and started sifting through different colored collars and materials that I might like to wear. I tried a few on before finding a cute pink collar with ruffles and a small d-ring at the front. Triumphantly, I ran back to the front to ask if they had any outfits that would match the collar. The woman took me to a rack in the back that was covered in pink lingerie, bras, and underwear. I took my time examining each style and holding them up to my chest to size. After about thirty minutes, I took my selections to the front and paid in cash so my parents wouldn't see the charge on the card. As I left, the woman wished me luck and I flushed red as I thanked her.

I got back to my dorm room and pulled on the new lingerie outfit that I had chosen for Daddy – it was a white bra with pink bows and ruffles with a lace pair of boy shorts to match. I pulled on a plain skirt and a blouse over my lingerie and started collecting my laundry and homework for the weekend, picturing the fun that we were going to have as soon as I could get my mother out of the house. I could always buy her a gift card to see a movie, but she might get suspicious. I loaded up my car, said good bye to my roommate, and headed out towards my house.

On the way, I reflected on who I had been a year ago. I was naive then. Now I was wearing big girl clothes and having big

girl sex with someone I wouldn't have ever had sex with if I was still the same girl from back then. I felt a little more mature, but I didn't want it to get to my head. I wanted to stay as young and pure for as long as possible so I could keep my Daddy around. It occurred to me suddenly that this was potentially a temporary relationship. Daddy wouldn't be around forever. He couldn't hide his fantasy from his wife for that long, and I couldn't tip-toe around her like she was stupid. Eventually, she would catch a whiff of the mischief and start poking her nose where it didn't belong.

I sighed and pulled into the driveway, taking a moment to stare at my house before turning off the engine. I grabbed my things from the car and bustled through the door, hauling my load to my room. My mother greeted me from the bathroom as I walked by.

“Hey, sweetheart!” She called while putting a bright diamond in her ear.

“Hey, mom!” I set my things down. “Where are you off to in such a sultry outfit?”

My mother struck a pose and smiled.

“It's Karen's birthday tonight, so we're grabbing some dinner and then heading to the bar.” She grabbed her purse from the counter and leaned over to kiss my cheek. “Your dad made dinner. It's in the oven. I'll see you later!”

Well, that was easy.

I watched my mother leave and ran back to my room to set everything up. I wanted it to be absolutely perfect. I shuffled wildly through my tote to find the collar I had bought earlier and set it carefully on the comforter for Daddy to find. I wanted to wear it now, but I also wanted him to put it on me. The house was so abnormally quiet that I wondered if he was even home. I listened at the door for any sort of movement or indication of his presence. His bike was out front when I pulled up, so he wasn't out for a joy ride or at the shop. I recall the excitement in my gut when he had texted me this morning saying how he was looking forward to seeing his princess later.

Me. His princess. He called me his princess. I nearly cried with joy. I hadn't belonged to anyone like this before and I was loving every minute of it.

While lost in thought, I hadn't heard the footsteps coming up the hallway. A voice broke the silence outside my door.

“Is that my little girl?”

A gasp escaped my lips and I smiled, covering my mouth. Before responding, I pulled my clothes off slowly to reveal the brand new lingerie underneath. I tossed my clothes aside and got on my knees, a position I had noticed on that blog. This position promised my subservience to Daddy. It showed my willingness to follow his direction and to be every bit of his fantasy as he was mine. I smoothed my hair, took a deep breath, and bowed my head.

“Yes, Daddy. It's me.”

The door creaked open. I didn't look up. I kept my eyes lowered to my knees where my hands rested and waited for his direction. He walked towards me and silently regarded my stance and outfit. I drank the attention gratefully.

“You have done a wonderful job at pleasing Daddy.” He said. “And what's this?”

I felt him reach over my head to the bed where the collar sat in the plush blanket. Without another word, he pushed my hair away from my shoulders and wrapped it around my throat. I smiled.

“This is perfect. It suits you. What do you say?”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“You're welcome, baby girl. Now, give me a kiss.”

As I raised my chin, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans to find a readily hard cock waiting for me. I looked up at him as I took his entire member into my mouth, soaking every inch with my lips and tongue. Daddy groaned, surprised and pleased that I was kissing him in a different way. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and continued sucking the head as I stroked him. He slowly ran his fingers through my hair until he found a good chunk and tugged.

“Take it all,” he whispered. “Like I good girl.”

He forced my lips down further and I choked, trying hard not to gag on his quivering appendage. I held back the tears and took him all the way to the back of my throat while still sucking. He whispered encouraging words and stroked my head, moving with the rhythm of my lips. I could feel him twitching. I dug my nails into his hips and pulled him in and out of my mouth, determined to make him cum with my lips alone. I wanted to show him what I could do. I wanted him to be proud. I want him to want it so badly because I was the one who could do it right.

I looked up at him as he pumped faster, his legs tensing as he picked up rhythm and groaned. Our eyes locked and he exploded, hot cum shooting down my throat and spilling out of my mouth as he continued to pound my face. When he stopped moving, I lapped at the cum dripping from the head of his cock which caused him to shudder and teeter forward. He caught himself before falling.