“Clasps & Hooks” by SlutPrincess4Daddy
I’d never been much of a girly girl. I had always preferred rough sports to shopping, sweats and sneakers to dresses and heels, and could never quite get the hang of being graceful and feminine. This had resulted in growing up without a lot of girlfriends and an awful lot of boys who were friends. I had very little experience with dating. Most boys saw me as just “one of the guys” and I was always too shy and awkward to change that. Growing up without a mother probably added to the problem as well. I was really close with my father, but he was never much help with the girl stuff.
That all changed when I met Danny. He saw past my inexperience, my tomboy side, and my shyness. He made me feel special, like a beautiful woman instead of a tomboy. His personality, charm and gracefulness balanced me out, like yin and yang. Every day with him is a dream, and on a warm, sunny June day, we were to be married. The fairy tale was going to be complete.
The wedding was to take place at a beautiful arboretum. It would be a small wedding, just family and our closest friends. We rented out the cottage for the weekend. I had spent the night before in one of the bedrooms and was to get ready there as well. Danny and his best man had the second bedroom for a few hours before the ceremony. I didn’t have any bridesmaids and I was stuck fiddling around with zippers, clasps and hooks when there was a soft knock on the door.
“Kim, honey, it’s almost time.” My father was my also my closest friend. I might have been a tomboy, but I was definitely a Daddy’s girl at heart. I was glad to have him around on my big day. It helped calm my nerves. “Are you decent?”
“No, daddy, I’m still getting dressed.”
“We’re all set to go, but take your time. We can’t start without the bride! I’ll come back in a few minutes…”
“Um, dad?” I was having a lot of trouble figuring out all the bells and whistles of my lingerie - forget the actual dress! I didn’t see any other options. “I think I need some help…” I opened the door.
My dad just stared at me for a minute. “Dad? A little help please? I can’t get this stupid garter clasp and I think I need to put my heels on before the dress otherwise I won’t be able to get them on…”
“Sure, honey…” We walked back into the room together and I sat down on the bed. Daddy knelt on the floor beside the bed and reached out slowly. “Let’s see what we can do.” He picked up one of my heels and slid it on to my foot. I felt like Cinderella, only I was practically naked and Prince Charming was my father. But it was my fairy-tale-ending wedding day.
His nimble fingers expertly secured the buckle. I extended my other foot out to him. He quickly slid the other heel on, and rested both his hands around my ankle. His hands were warm through the white stockings I had on. “I hope I can walk in these things…”
“Don’t worry, sweetie, you’ll be fine. Now, what else do you need help with?”
“These little clasps that attach the garter to the stockings.” Daddy slid his hands up my leg to the clasp. A shiver ran down my spine. I secretly hoped that my night with Danny would start the same way. I was still a virgin, and I wanted him to take his time and really make our wedding night special. I also wondered how Daddy was so good with these things.
He clipped the outer garter clasps to the stockings with ease. “What next?”
“You forgot the ones on the inside, Daddy.” I spread my legs apart to allow him access. When he reached for the clasp on my inner thigh, I felt his hands shaking. “Thank you helping me.”
He didn’t respond, only nodded. He helped me stand up when he was done. “Is everything clasped and on properly?” I smoothed out my white lace and satin bra and adjusted the garter belt to fit more comfortably. I turned around so that he could check everything on the back. “Dad?”
I glanced over my shoulder at him. “You look like you just stepped out of a wedding lingerie ad. Danny is a very lucky man, especially to be the only one to ever see you like this.”
I giggled. “Well, he’s not the first. You are.” It was true. I had never put on lingerie for anyone before… and it wasn’t Danny who got to be the first to see me. I felt a strange tingle inside as I realized that I was getting wet at the thought of being on display like this in front of my father. I had always loved my father, and I dreamed of finding a man just like him ever since I was little. Danny was a lot like him - he even looked like a younger version of him. But Daddy would always be my first true love. “I need to get this corset on next.” I leaned over the bed to pick it up. With my back to him, I put the corset on. “Daddy, can you get the back?”
He moved behind me, and I felt the heat coming from him. After he was done with the clasps, he ran his hands over the corset to make sure it was on properly. His hands reached around to the front, and I felt something hard brush against me.
I turned around to face him. His hands never left my body. “Now I really do look like a lingerie model, don’t I, Daddy?” He would know; he never missed a Victoria’s Secret fashion show.
“Yes, you do honey…” His breathing was ragged, his voice deep. He looked straight into my eyes, and I saw something I had never seen before. I couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but I suddenly felt weak. His fingers brushed against the bottom of my bra, tracing his way along the path where the corset and the bra met, around the outline of my breasts. My nipples got hard as his hands toyed with the ruffled edges along the top. “My very own, real-life sexy lingerie model…”
He softly cupped each lace-covered breast and groaned. “Danny is going to want to do all kinds of naughty things when he sees you like this.”
“The same things that you want to do to me, Daddy?” I suddenly felt bold. I had been fantasizing about my father touching me for as long as I could remember. I never imagined it would actually happen. After tonight, I would belong to Danny. But until I said “I do,” I still belonged to Daddy.
“Yes, baby girl.” His palms rubbed against my nipples, his fingertips slipping just under the edge of my bra.
“Show me,” I whispered.
Just the rough draft of a story I’ve been working on for a long time…
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