Daddy would be home any minute. I ran to the toilet with the vibrator, had a wee and cleaned off my friend and ran back and popped it into the drawer....hat to wear for Daddy? Well I had decided it was back to t-shirts and no bra, so that was a no brainer. Skirt or shorts? I decided on a mid-length skirt so it wouldn't show much but if I got naughty and decided to flash my knickers at Daddy I could.Settled. Dressed at 4:25. Looking around to see if there was any incriminating evidence, I saw only. "I need help," she insisted. "With my mother. The adult language classes are full and she's having a hard time. I will let everyone think you are tutoring me... no one will ever know." Well, I guess it doesn't matter who I'm helping, so why not," I shrugged. "I'll give it a try." Great!" she said excitedly. "When do you want to meet her and start?" We already have a schedule, so it's best to start with that," I replied. "We can see about changing it later if things work out." Okay, I will tell. Itis a story of my self-degradation and utter devotion and femaleempowerment. I fell under her power and, in so doing, liberated her to bethe vibrant, beautiful woman she is today. The things we did togetherwould be considered sick by today's societal standards but we did them atmy insistence and, despite mommy's initial resistance to satisfy mysubmissive cravings, she grew to enjoy them more than I did.The daily whippings she gave me with the riding crop I bought her tookher time to begin to. The spray raked across the back of her shorts. Her shorts were wet and clinging as she turned around."You monster," she said, smiling."It'll cool you down," I answered back quickly.She laughed as the spray played across her feet. I then raised the hose so that her tee shirt experienced the soft spray, dampening down the cotton. She did a full circle and then faced me.The wet tee shirt not only showed clearly the outline of her tits but the hard points of her nipples, which jutting out, dark.