Sometimes Daddy’s clients can be a little scary, but I do what have to for Daddy. When I got home I didn’t let him see that I was crying a little because I just want him to be happy. It’s not Daddy would be upset with me, he wouldn’t. He would feel guilty and be upset with the client. No matter what anyone thinks I know that my Daddy cares very very much and is also extremely protective of me.
The man he sent me to was Mr. Allen. He seemed okay at first, but he wasn’t cute like Daddy. Once I was inside he gave me a big drink and we talked in the living for a little while. I thought that was a little weird because I was used to clients wanting to play right away, I like it that way too. After we talked for about 20 minutes I started to feel butterflies in my tummy and not the good kind. It wasn’t long before I started to feel nauseous and very dizzy. When I tried to stand up my vision was so blurry I could hardly see. Mr. Allen seemed concerned and carried me to his bed room where he laid me out on his bed. He said he was taking off my clothes so I could relax because I was getting sweaty. Before everything went black I couldn’t move my body at all, I was terrified.
When I finally woke up Mr. Allen was sitting on a car in his room. I was scared and very confused so I asked him what happened. He said I got very sick and passed out so he gave me a nice bath. Suddenly I noticed that not only was my hair wet, but my body felt sore all over. My head ached and I still felt dizzy, that wasn’t even the worst part. My poor little cunny and asshole were swollen and sore. Maybe Mr. Allen could tell how anxious I was because he let me go home. Thankfully he let me walk right passed him to the bedroom door and didn’t follow me out of his house. He may have seen me shaking a little, but I didn’t want him to see me cry.
The ride home was a little hard. My tummy still felt queasy and that head ache just wasn’t going away. Our driver asked if something was wrong, but I never said a thing. Once I was safe at home I looked at myself in the mirror. My little kitty was still swollen and red, but there weren’t any other marks or bruises. That made me feel a lot better so I stopped crying. Even though I was upset at first, I decided to forget about it and go to bed. Whatever happened couldn’t have been that bad anyway.
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