Daddys Little Slut

Daddy’s Slut 2

Things with me and Daddy had gone to another level so quickly. Two months since the day I became Daddys slut, life changed drastically. Daddy had paid for me to have lots of plastic surgery to make me look more bimbolike and feminine and for me to have real tits. I had a real kim kardiasian on slut overload look and I loved it.

Daddy was in a gas mask, and full rubber catsuit, thong holding his huge cock in, and boots, when i came downstairs, ready to party the weekend in style. I was plugged and in chastity and in a slutty rubber school girl outfit, boots, and hood with my hair in pigtails. My new huge D cup tits looked fucking good in latex, and i had a pink rubber jacket to wear on top. Daddy took off the mask, ‘Aisha you look fucking kinky’ I gave him a twirl, and sat next to him.

We were waiting for Cameron, Daddys best friend and partner in crime. I still couldnt believe how decadent Daddys life was, and I was learning more every day. We were headed to Torture Garden, my first time out transformed in my new body, as Aisha, and I had loved what I had become. Daddy and Cameron were both well known in fetish scene, and I felt even more safe and confident about the night out because i was with my Daddy.

While we waited, we did our usual drug cocktail of meth and coke, and some booze, when my phone rang. It was my mum calling. Reality hit me for a sec as i remembered that i had totally forgotten about her and the family i grew up in. I didnt need her, and she had made it clear that she wouldnt tolerate drugs and that my other sickness (dressing up back then).

‘Fuck, its mum’ i said as I looked at the screen phone.

‘Answer it, i have an idea’ Daddy winked at me. Then leaned over and whispered something in my ear. I accepted the call on speaker and answered.

‘Hello’ my voice had changed to and i sounded very feminine.

‘Who is this? Where is ‘Sam’?’ She asked

‘Sam has fucked off and is never coming back, you cunt.’

‘Who is this?’