My Hidden Life Exposed

Reflections...

While busily cleaning the house while the kids are at school and Daddy is at work, I find myself looking back over the last 10 months or so. I was startled and surprised that my husband found out my conversations with "him", yet intrigued when instead of exploding and yelling he proposed an arrangement.

I started to think over the "house rules" that he created. Rules that were meant to push my boundaries provide some enjoyment to Daddy as well. I don't think he realized, or maybe he did, that we would grow closer as a couple. At first, I have to admit I was hesitant to follow the rules. Then I realized this might just be the adventure I've been craving all these years. Now I find myself cleaning the house, nude while everyone is away. When the kids are due to come home, I'll throw on a romper or some yoga pants and a t-shirt. The fact that I'll be braless is not noticed by the kids, I'm generally braless at home, even before our arrangement.

Out of all the rules, rule 9 intrigued me. I have to admit when I read it, I giggled a little. I imagined myself bowing down before his cock, or saluting it each morning. He picked up on my giggle, and I tried to cover the reason for the laughter. I realize now I should have been more forward with Daddy and told him why I giggled.

I decided to head over to the computer and look up "cock worship" and see if I could get any more inspiration. Daddy hasn't told me whether I'm following the rules correctly or not, but I want to please him as much as I can. My prior transgressions are too great. I am fortunate that he didn't produce divorce papers that night. Each day since he confronted me, I've had a bit of fear that it may be this day or that day that he would ask for a divorce. It's been my goal since then to make sure I follow the house rules as closely as I can. I have noticed that Daddy has been lenient in some ways though, most likely because he's still learning.

Suddenly the thought sinks in, Daddy took the time to delve into this particular interest of mine, without questioning me. He never did ask what was wrong with me, or why I was prone to these thoughts, instead he took a genuine interest in my interest.

This emboldened me to study and work to become an expert cock worshipper. I didn't need more to educate myself on how to suck his cock, or even swallow his load, that stuff I knew. What my husband did not know was I used to be what guys would call a blow job queen. I had become an expert in sucking guys off. Between the manipulator, as Daddy started to call him, I had a few other "boyfriends" that I fooled around with. One guy, in particular, couldn't get enough of me sucking him off. I blew him while he drove, parked on the side of country roads, in parks, basically anywhere he could get me to unzip him and suck him off. I loved the taste of cum.

What I needed to know was how to become an expert at worshipping Daddy's cock, and making sure he was happy and receiving the attention he deserved. He was attentive to my needs, even to fill and help me explore this need of submission. My searches online revealed a few sites, blogs mostly. I began reading.

One article, in particular, captured my attention, "A Guide To The Sacred Art of Cock Worship". The article spoke about presence, using words, taking your time, savoring every inch, embracing his scent and taste, eye contact, owning it, communication.

I grabbed my phone and quickly tapped out a text to Daddy, "I love the feeling of your cock getting hard in my mouth."

I found another site which led me to a YouTube channel where a woman talks all about sex, cock worship, blowjobs, even a little BDSM kinks and many other topics.

I found myself becoming moist, and before I knew it my hand was between my legs and stroking my clit. Just then my phone buzzed. It was a reply from Daddy, "I love it when your lips are wrapped around my cock."