The Memoirs of a Cum-Slut Pt. 05

All characters in this story are aged 18+ I'm waiting for daddy on my knees, spread open with my palms on top face up, head down. I must not look at daddy until he grants permission, which is hard when all you want to do is look in those piercing eyes and gauge what is on his mind. But I am ready and I am waiting, showing my submission with my position. I am completely naked, open and vulnerable. I hear the door open and footstep enter, then the door close behind the feet. Daddy is here, thrills of excitement run through my whole body but I do not move an inch, I am showing daddy my respect. After the behaviour I've displayed recently, he needs to know I can submit to him. This has to be done right today, no cheekiness, no brattiness, just simple and true submission. I need to show daddy what a good girl I can be. Soon his feet come into veiw and he places his hand on my shoulder signalling I am to raise my head and look at him. I obey and he looks pleased even though he'...

As the 1980's drew towards a close, my career progressed well with a promotion to Regional Sales Director, and my social life calmed down a little. Pressures of work meant that I no longer went out on the town every night, but still regularly had a blow-out at the weekend. Our company had progressed from selling stand-alone units of office equipment to providing a full telecommunications solution to our clients, which resulted in the contracts becoming bigger and more complex. All public bodies like councils and health authorities required tenders for the work, which meant that there was little opportunity to use my 'feminine charms' to win the business, but luckily I was focussed on the private sector. Large businesses requiring the replacement of their telephone switch would frequently attend the trade shows at various locations around the country, so it was crucial that I attended these shows as well. I became quite good at spotting the guys who were at the show to buy ...