Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

Emily

Sarah brought me to Lord Adrian's townhouse in a limo. As the luxurious car pulled up to my noble Daddy's elegant townhouse, my stomach churned with a mixture of anticipation and dread. The emerald gown Sarah had chosen for me rustled softly as I shifted in my seat, acutely aware of the childish polka dot panties beneath.

"Remember your place tonight, Emily," Sarah said coolly as the driver opened the door, her tone condescendingly sympathetic. "You're here to demonstrate Lord Adrian's control over you. If you want to stay with him, you must obey him without hesitation, no matter what he asks of you."

I nodded mutely, my cheeks flushing at her words as I wondered what kind of degradation the night had in store. As I stepped out of the car, the cool evening air cooled my bare shoulders. I shivered, though whether from the chill or from nerves, I couldn't say.

Sarah led me up the steps to the imposing front door. Before she could knock, it swung open to reveal Lord Adrian himself. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him. He looked devastatingly handsome in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, his dark hair artfully tousled. His sky-blue eyes raked over me, and I felt a familiar heat bloom low in my belly.

"Little Emily," he murmured, his voice low and rich. "You look exquisite."

"Thank you, Daddy," I whispered, dropping my gaze demurely. Lord Adrian's hand cupped my chin, tilting my face up to meet his eyes. "Are you ready to be a good girl for Daddy tonight?" he asked softly, his tone both tender and commanding.

I swallowed hard, my heart racing. "Yes, Daddy," I whispered.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear. "Remember, young lady — you belong to me. No matter what happens tonight, you're mine to punish and mine to pleasure. Do you understand?"

A shiver utterly unrelated to the temperature of the air ran through me at his words. "Yes, Daddy," I breathed.

Lord Adrian stepped back, his hand sliding possessively to the small of my back as he guided me into the foyer. Sarah followed behind us, her heels clicking on the marble floor.

The grand entryway opened up into an elegant salon, where a group of well-dressed men and women stood chatting. Soft classical music played in the background, and the scent of expensive perfume and cologne hung in the air. As we entered, all eyes turned to us.

"Ah, Adrian!" a portly man in an expensive suit called out jovially, in an American accent. "Thank you so much for inviting us. This must be the lovely Emily we've heard so much about."

Lord Adrian's hand tightened slightly on my back. "Indeed," he replied smoothly. "Emily, allow me to introduce you to Mr. Jameson, Selecta's executive vice president."

I curtsied, feeling my cheeks flush as Mr. Jameson's eyes raked over me appreciatively. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir," I murmured, trying to keep my voice steady.

"The pleasure is all mine, my dear," Mr. Jameson replied with a wolfish grin. "Adrian, you'll be a very lucky Daddy, if this evening goes well. This little fuck toy is even lovelier than we were led to believe."

I swallowed hard, feeling my brow crease at the sudden brutal coarseness from such a clearly well-heeled man. Lord Adrian's hand tightened possessively on my waist. "Emily is quite special," he agreed, his tone carrying a hint of warning. "Now, allow me to introduce you to the rest of our guests."

He guided me around the room, making introductions. There was Lady Edna, to my astonishment, looking regal and intimidating in a deep purple gown. Sir Geoffrey from the museum gala was there as well, along with several other men and women I didn't recognize. Some were introduced as executives, others as their wives or "companions."

With growing unease, I noticed that some of the women were referred to as "little girls" or even "fuck toys." A few of the female executives had their own submissives in tow. The power dynamics in the room were palpable, sending shivers down my spine.

As I met each little group, I saw that after the introduction they would ascend the grand stairway, at the top of which I could see double doors that opened onto a magnificent salon. When I had met all the guests, Lord Adrian led me up those same stairs and into a vast room full of gorgeous furniture, all of it very obviously priceless antiques.

My Daddy led me to the center of the room. My stomach dropped as I saw what awaited us there — not a priceless antique but a pink rocking horse that had been modified into what was much too clearly a punishment device.

Lord Adrian guided me to stand in front of the modified rocking horse. The sight of it made my stomach churn with a mixture of dread and shameful anticipation. The once-innocent children's toy had been utterly transformed, its cheerful pink paint a mockery of its new purpose. Straps and cuffs adorned its sides, and it had no seat on which a rider could rest her backside.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Lord Adrian announced, his voice carrying easily through the grand salon. "As you know, we're gathered here tonight for a very special purpose. My young charge, Emily, has been quite naughty recently. She touched herself without permission, didn't you, young lady?"

I felt my face burn with humiliation as all eyes turned to me. I wanted to sink into the floor, to disappear. But Lord Adrian's firm hand on my back kept me in place.

"Y-yes, Daddy," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"Speak up, young lady," he admonished sharply. "Everyone here needs to hear you admit your transgression."

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to project my voice. "Yes, Daddy," I said, louder this time. "I… I touched myself without permission."

A murmur ran through the gathered crowd. I saw looks of disapproval, amusement, and in some cases, unmistakable lust. Lady Edna, in particular, was watching me with an expression of smug satisfaction that made me want to crawl under the nearest piece of furniture.

"And what happens to naughty girls who play with themselves?" Lord Adrian asked.

"They… they get punished, Daddy," I whispered, my face burning with shame.

Lord Adrian nodded approvingly. "That's right, young lady. And you're going to be punished very thoroughly tonight, in front of all these witnesses. But first…"

He turned to address the crowd again. "Before we begin Emily's punishment, I believe a demonstration is in order. Emily, remove your gown."

My eyes widened in real shock though part of me had known this moment must come. "But Daddy," I protested weakly, "all these people…"

"Now, young lady," he said sternly. "Or would you like extra strokes added to your punishment?"

Trembling, I reached behind me to unzip the elegant emerald dress. I let it fall to the floor, leaving me standing in just the childish polka dot panties. A wave of mortification washed over me as I felt the guests' eyes raking over my nearly naked body.

I watched with wide eyes as Lord Adrian took a large, thick, white towel from a servant who had appeared silently at his elbow. With deliberate motions, he shook it out and laid it carefully atop the gleaming parquet floor, just in front of where I stood trembling and nearly naked. The plush fabric looked incongruous against the elegant hardwood, a stark white island in a sea of rich mahogany.

My Daddy stooped down before me, his strong hands grasping my ankles one at a time as he helped me step out of my heels. The loss of even that small height made me feel even more vulnerable and exposed. His fingers lingered for just a moment on my skin, and I shivered at the contact.

I thought I heard a murmur of appreciation run through the guests — the audience of dominants and submissives clearly struck by this act of service and care from a Daddy to his bad girl. A strange surge of pride and affection warmed my chest. I felt tears of tension and… and love… prick the corners of my eyes.

My Daddy stood up. Taking my hand in his much larger one, he guided me forward. The polished wood was cool beneath my bare feet, a sharp contrast to the burning heat of my cheeks. As I stepped onto the towel, I felt the plush pile sink slightly beneath my weight. The soft fabric tickled the soles of my feet, a strangely intimate sensation given the circumstances.

"Stand right here in the center, young lady," Adrian instructed, positioning me carefully.

I stood motionless, acutely aware of my near-nakedness. The childish polka dot panties felt absurdly inadequate, doing little to preserve my modesty. I could feel the guests' eyes on me, their gazes almost palpable as they raked over my exposed flesh. The silence in the room was almost oppressive.

Lord Adrian circled me slowly, his eyes raking over my trembling form. When he came to stand in front of me again, his expression was stern but there was a glint in his eye that made my breath catch.

"Now then, young lady," he said, his voice low and commanding. "You're going to demonstrate for our guests just how thoroughly you belong to Daddy. I want you to wet yourself. Right here, right now."

Another murmur went through the crowd, and I heard an appreciative chuckle or two. I felt my eyes widen in horror, my cheeks burning even hotter. "Daddy, please," I whispered desperately. "I can't… not in front of everyone."

His eyes narrowed dangerously. "You can and you will, Emily. Unless you'd prefer I whip you until you do it just from pain?"

I bit my lip hard, tears pricking at my eyes. The pressure in my bladder, which I had been ignoring, suddenly felt unbearable. But the thought of deliberately wetting myself in front of all these people was so mortifying it made me dizzy.

"Please," I whispered again, looking into Adrian's face desperately. His expression was both understanding and stern.

"You can do this, little one," he murmured, just loud enough for me to hear. "Show everyone that you're Daddy's good girl."

I took a shuddering breath, trying to relax enough to let go. I could feel the eyes of the guests boring into me, could hear them commenting on my Daddy's cleverness in humiliating me this way.

I closed my eyes, trying to block out the watchful gazes of our prurient audience. Focusing inward, I attempted to relax the muscles holding back my pee. At first, nothing happened. My body seemed to rebel against the very idea of wetting myself in front of all these beautifully dressed people.

"Come now, young lady," Lord Adrian said, his voice both severe and oddly gentle. "You know what happens to disobedient little girls."

I whimpered softly, tears of frustration and shame pricking at my eyes. I wanted so badly to please my Daddy, to prove I could be his good girl. But my body refused to cooperate.

Suddenly, I felt Lord Adrian's large hand cup my pussy through the childish panties. The unexpected touch made me gasp, my eyes flying open to meet his intense gaze.

"Let go, Emily," he murmured. "Show everyone that this belongs to Daddy."

His words, combined with the pressure of his hand, seemed to break something loose inside me. With a soft sob, I finally relaxed. Warm wetness flooded my panties, soaking through the thin cotton and running down my legs. I heard several guests gasp and murmur in approval as the golden stream pattered onto the towel beneath my feet.

"Good girl," Lord Adrian praised softly, his hand still pressed against me as I emptied my bladder. "Such a good little girl for Daddy."

When the flow finally stopped, I stood trembling and sniffing there on the soaked towel with its telltale yellow stain.

Lord Adrian removed his hand from my soaked panties, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Well done, young lady," he said, loud enough for the guests to hear. "You've shown everyone here that you truly belong to your Daddy."

A smattering of applause broke out among the gathered crowd. My cheeks burned with shame, but I couldn't deny the small thrill of pride that ran through me at my Daddy's praise.

"Now then," Lord Adrian continued, his voice taking on a sterner tone. "It's time for your punishment. Remove those wet panties and get up onto the horse."