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Once ready, I pulled both suitcases out to the car. My older car isn't a total embarrassment, but I am anxious to replace it with something new and sporty. I mean, who wants to drive your parents hand me down car, especially an SUV. I put my suitcases in the back and began my drive.
Sometimes I feel guilty being so secretive about my life. My parents are the greatest, but they wouldn't understand, and couldn't handle the truth. After all, I'll be graduating in a little over 5 months and have a residency set up at the Hospital only 2 miles from my parents home, and where I grew up. If they ever found out that I've been working for the last 3 years as a dominatrix at one of the premiere BDSM Clubs in the northeast, they might completely lose it. It's a far cry from the High School Cheerleader and Homecoming Queen they raised. But life takes many turns, and when opportunity knocks: you know the old saying. The extra money has made my life quite comfortable, even if I have to hide my income from my parents. I've probably made enough money to start my own practice if I decide to go that direction.
I still had another hour to drive when my mom began texting me,
[Mom]
Are you going to arrive in time for dinner, it will be ready by 6.
That had to be hard for her because she's such a stickler on texting and driving. Even though now it's all voice activated and just a simple verbal response, with me saying,
[Brigitte]
I'll be there by dinner time. I'm looking forward to it. Love you.
Just as I thought, mom's response was,
[Mom]
Love you too.
The next hour was an easy drive. I made a few calls to friends and we made plans to meet up over the next few days. Of all my high school friends, I'm the only one who goes to my college. I hung up and pulled out my work phone to make one final call before getting home. I have a weekly client who happens to live in my home town and commutes for work. He comes home on weekends, and I've met with him every Tuesday night for the last 2 years. He wants to continue our Tuesday nights over the Holiday break. I can always use the extra $500 for the 90 minute session. Even though I'm still obligated to give the Club their split, it's easy money and he's dependable. We made the arrangements, and will meet at 7 p.m. at one of the local hotels.
My parents think I make $200 per week doing billing for a medical practice, which I did for several years when I first came to College. If they only knew my roommate was much wilder than me, and eventually convinced me to give her life a try. Now I'm make between 1 and $2,000 per week as a part time dominatrix. I could easily make double that, but I've worked too hard for the last 5 years to be a medical doctor, just to give that dream up. Besides, with my parents spending a small fortune, and probably my inheritance on my education, I can't waste it.
Before getting home I pulled over and took a quick look at my work phone. Several emails from work and a few messages from my online client base. Between the in person clients and the online clients, I spend a little time every day responding to messages. The online client base also expect a new video blog every few days. It usually only takes about 30 minutes to set it up, record it and upload it. It's amazing how many followers I have on the website. Some of them move on to either online email domination, or in person sessions. I answered a few messages before driving the last few blocks home.
I pulled into the driveway and parked. It was nice to be home after 4 months away. My mom and dad came outside to meet me, and dad insisted on helping with my suitcases. Once inside mom wanted to sit and eat before her dinner got cold. Dinner was delicious and mom made one of my favorite meals. It's going to be great being home and eating home made meals for the next two weeks.
For the rest of the night we sat and talked. We watched the local news and planned how we wanted to celebrate Christmas. By 10:30 p.m. we were tired and called it a night. I was anxious to sleep in my own bed where I knew I'd sleep well, and I could sleep in late.
It was 9:16 when I woke up. With my parents at work the house was quiet. I walked to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of orange juice. I carried it outside to the patio and sat in the sun by the pool. I love the pool, it's where I learned how to swim and where my friends and I used to hang out. I remember when my boyfriend Steve and I used to skinny dip in the pool before my parents got home from work. I glanced at the lounge chair and smiled thinking how he and I pulled the cushion off onto the concrete and fucked right here in the sun. I wondered how Steve is these days, I hadn't heard anything from him in years.
It was 11 a.m. when I got out of the shower. I dried off and got dressed in something comfortable to lounge around in. I sat down and began the task of answering messages from my web fans first, then moved on to the the online submissives. I currently have 19 online submissives that I control in one way or another. Most are male, 3 are female, and 2 chose not to disclose their gender which is much harder to deal with in some ways. The website has hundreds of canned responses and tasks that are selectable from dropdown menus. I've mastered using them, and many of them I've customized to be more personalized to my style. I still have to proof them, and sometimes edit them before sending, but what a time saver they are. Sometimes I can read and respond to messages within a minute. Usually I can be completely finished with all the online subs within 30 minutes, and my daily cut can easily reach $100 per day for that alone. It's worth it because some of those clients move on to in person domination, and much more money.
By noon I was finished and found myself digging through the refrigerator looking for leftovers. Mom had made a salad with strawberry's and walnuts last night, and I found it in Tupperware. I sat eating it while planning my day. I knew I'd have to create a new video blog and upload it, and I'd need to do it before my parents get home from work. Maybe after that I can drive into town and see who I can find.
I opened my work suitcase and changed into one of my dominatrix outfits. I use my laptop to record and edit the vlogs, so I set everything up in my bedroom. I decided to include being home for Christmas as part of the video. My followers love it when I include my personal life, and I add small details, but nothing that would be traceable back to me. After all, there are some creeps out there, but all the in person clients have been investigated.
Once I finished the video I opened the browser to the website, and noticed my laptop wasn't online. I opened the Wi-Fi and discovered my parents must have changed the password. I called my dad, but had to leave a message for him to call me back.
In the meantime I went to my mom and dad's home office to see if I could figure out the new password. I found the Wi-Fi router, but it didn't have a password written on it. My dad has a desktop computer on his desk, but then I noticed a laptop sitting at a side table.
Being more familiar with laptops, I opened the lid and it came to life. It needed a password that I didn't know, but about that time my dad returned my call. He told me the Wi-Fi password, and I told him I had opened the laptop on the desk to try and retrieve the password. He volunteered the laptop's password in case I needed to use it. We hung up and I tested the login password and the laptop finished loading. It was funny that it had only a few icons on the desktop and looked unused.
I got up and walked back to my room and finished uploading the video. I sat happily knowing I was able to keep my routine going even though I am home.
I changed clothes and got ready to go out, and as I walked past my dad's office I noticed I'd left the laptop open. I went back in and sat down and moved the mouse to wake it up just so I could shut it down. I noticed the browser was minimized, and out of curiosity I opened it and saw the default home screen. I was just about to close the browser when curiosity got the better of me and I opened the favorites menu. All I saw were the default websites except one, and interesting enough, was my name. Assuming it was the college website, I clicked on it.
I was shocked when it opened to the Femdom Dungeon website where I work. Even worse, it defaulted to my personal page. Here I sit at my dad's side table looking at myself wearing one of my full Dominatrix outfits. The one with the skirt slit up to my hip, standing with my hands on my hips and looking seductive. The picture had been taken by our staff photographer. I sat back in the chair and could hardly breathe with my mind racing a mile a minute. My supposedly secret life was evidently not a secret from my dad. What's worse is that my dominatrix name is Queen Bri, which is what my dad started calling me after being named Homecoming Queen. My hands were trembling as I fumbled with the mouse. I was trying to close the page, as if closing the page would somehow erase the fact that my dad knows, or that I forget he knows. It didn't work.
I sat back and stared at the screen. Ok, so he knows, now what. He didn't seem different to me last night, and on the phone half an hour ago he sounded perfectly normal. I had been staring in thought for several minutes before I snapped out of it. Now I needed to know more so I could do some damage control. I opened the page again and clicked on the website's Login button, and watched the small window drop down. I cringed when I saw the login name, ProudParent. I didn't recognize it, but I wrote it down. At least dad is proud of me.
I tried guessing the password a few times but stopped when it threatened to lock the account. I decided to look at the browser history and saw that it was last accessed night before last, and even worse was the history shows my last video blog had been watched. I had just made that one Friday afternoon, and talked about going home for a few weeks. I looked back in the history and the websites access went back for at least 18 months. Every vlog post, and every single thing associated with me was seen, and on almost a daily basis.
I felt sick and thought I would hyperventilate. As I looked at the history I saw all the pages on the website discussing Femdom had been accessed. Even a few Femdom websites not associated with our Dungeon site were listed. The title of one of the pages was, My daughter my Mistress.
I was in a blind panic, and decided to close the browser and shut down the laptop. I didn't want my dad to know I'd invaded his space, even though he knows my secret. I went into the kitchen and got a glass of water. I was still shaking and sat down at one of the island stools. It wasn't long before I felt water wasn't enough to calm my nerves. I looked at the clock and saw it was almost 2 and plenty late enough for a glass of wine. I found the left over bottle from last night and poured a glass.
I was on my third glass of wine before my nerves had settled. By now I realized that my dad has known for almost 2 years and has never given me the slightest indication that he knows. Nothing has changed between us that I can tell. I chuckled, obviously the wine was working because I thought, he hasn't called me Queen Bri for years. I sat smiling and wondered if he actually thinks of me as Queen Bri as he watches my video blogs, or reading all the femdom information. Oh, and that Mistress daughter page I had seen in his history. The realization hit me that my dad may actually fantasize about me being his Mistress.
I found another bottle of wine and uncorked it. A forth glass couldn't hurt, after all, I just found out my dad thinks of me as Mistress Queen Bri for Pete's sake. By now I was in the family room listening to music and feeling damn good. My dad may be perving on me, but so do thousands of other men. Hell, I have almost 25,000 followers on the website. At least he isn't treating me any different than he ever has.
It's after 5 and I'm way tipsy. My dad will be home in half an hour, with my mom an hour or so later. Mom said we'd be eating left overs tonight, and I already had some of the salad. I was craving a burger from my favorite diner. I never eat burgers, but I'd drank enough, and I only get one of these burgers when I'm home. I got an absolute evil thought, and wondered if I could get my dad to stop and pick one up for me on his way home. Feeling tipsy and naughty, I text my dad,
[Brigitte]
Dad, would you mind stopping at Pixie's and bring home one of their famous burgers? I'm craving one.
I knew he liked them too, which is how I discovered them in the first place. It was almost 5:15 and he always leaves the office right after 5, so he was probably close to the diner. A minute later dad replied,
[Dad]
Sure, if that's what you'd prefer for dinner.
I smiled thinking my dad was probably happy to stop and get me anything I want, considering he fantasizes about me being his Mistress. I knew I shouldn't, but I was feeling giddy, and responded,
[Brigitte]
Daddy, you never call me Queen Bri anymore. I miss it
I don't even remember the last time I've called my dad, daddy, but I thought it might be fun to get his reaction. I felt slightly guilty about it, but I was feeling just naughty enough to tease him. Hell, there's men older than my dad who pay me to tease them. It was 5 minutes later when my dad answered,
[Dad]
I'm sorry, I thought you had out grown it after you left for College, but you'll always be Queen Bri to me.
That's what I wanted to hear. Maybe it was proof of what I suspected, or maybe what he said was true. But I'll play with it to tease him. So I responded,
[Brigitte]
Mmm, I like it when you call me that, daddy. Keep doing it.
I knew I was pushing it at the end, but he can take it one of two ways. With what I already know from his laptop, he's probably getting exactly what he wants. A minute later he replied,
[Dad]
Ok, Queen Bri, my pleasure.
There it is, exactly as I expected. But now I feel a little guilty about teasing him. And oh god, I can't help but wonder if that gave him a hard on. Damn, I have to sober up and get a handle on the situation. Sure, I've always been a daddy's girl, but wow, not like this.
I went to my bathroom and splashed water on my face. I hadn't drank all that much, and I spread it out over several hours, but I still feel tipsy. I'll have to fake being sober if possible. It was another 20 minutes before dad got home. Sure enough, he had stopped and bought not only me, but a burger for he and mom as well. Dad and I sat down to eat, and he seemed perfectly normal. But now I know his secret, and it was a challenge not to say anything. We finished and cleaned up our mess before mom got home. After she ate we had another seemingly normal evening.
I had sobered up, and with dad acting normal I decided to let it lie. The next morning I slept in again and woke up after both mom and dad had left. It was 9:15 when I got up. I went to the kitchen and this time reheated left over coffee from earlier this morning. I sat at the island and went over new emails that had come in overnight. It took me over an hour to go through them. Plus today is Tuesday and I have a client expecting to get together tonight.
Once everything was finished I had time to think about the issue of my dad. I couldn't resist going back into his office and opening his laptop. I logged into it and opened the browser. I looked at the history and saw he had watched the video blog I had uploaded yesterday. I also saw he had viewed several other pages, but couldn't put my finger on the exact ones without clicking on them. I finally clicked, but it sent me to the login screen. I had to close the page and give up since I didn't know his password to the website.
I found it curious that early this morning he had watched my latest vlog. I showered and got dressed for the day. Today I planned to meet with friends that I had put off yesterday. I called my mom telling her I had plans for the evening and wouldn't be home until after 10. I put my work suitcase in my car and left. We met at the mall where one of my friends work. It was 3 p.m. when I got the email from my client with the hotel and room number. I instructed him to not arrive at the room until until 7 p.m.
At 6 o'clock I arrived at the hotel. The room was nice and I was able to take a quick shower and get into one of my outfits. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and applied my customary makeup. I attached a crop to my belt and slipped into my 5" stilettos. I was ready by 6:45 and I knew Mr Evans would knock on the door at exactly 7. He was probably in the hotel and may be waiting down the hall. I checked emails and responded to a few. I also emailed the website admins asking what they know about the account with my dad's username. No sooner than I finished, there was the knock at the door.
I walked to the door and looked out the peephole. Mr Evans stood back a few feet so he could be clearly seen. He was wearing a suit as always. His salt and pepper hair was cut short and he looked like a typical business man. Being an older man of 52 he's amazingly fit. A year ago I told him to join a gym because I wanted him to grab his ankles which he couldn't, now he easily can, and hold that position for a long time.
I unlocked the door and opened it. I stood back and looked him up and down. His eyes were lowered to the floor between us. He waited with his hands to his side, in his right hand he held a small bag. I said only one word,
"Come"
He step inside, carefully stepping around me since I partly blocked the door. As soon as he cleared the door I closed it. He turned to face me with his eyes still downcast. I much prefer our regular meetings where he's already naked and kneeling when I enter the room. This is different, but we'll manage.
I walked past him to one of the chairs. He turned, following my feet with his gaze. Once seated, I crossed my legs, and said,
"Good evening Peter, you may worship."
He stepped to me and replied,
"Good evening, Mistress."
He put the small bag down, then dropped to the floor at my feet. He lowered until his lips rested on my hovering foot. He spent 10 seconds kissing it before dropping to the floor, kissing my left foot as it rested flat on the floor. I let him switch between my feet for 5 minutes before saying,
"Present yourself, slave."
He immediately raised to a kneeling position. His knees were spread wide and he put his hands behind his lower back. His back was straight and he held his head up, but kept his eyes cast down. I enjoy seeing a man wearing an expensive suit on his knees. I could hear his breathing and knew he was excited. I looked at his crotch, and just as expected, saw no sign of an erection. I let him kneel for only a minute before saying,
"Strip"
He immediately responded,
"Yes Mistress."
I watched him begin stripping while still kneeling. Normally he would have already stripped and put his clothes in a locker before being escorted to the training room. Now he's having to strip in front of me for the first time. I stared at him, and he seemed nervous. I saw his hands trembling as he fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. When he was finally down to his silk boxers I watched him lower them. Once off he knelt in the presentation position again.
