The next few hours were spent torturing him by hitting vintage clothing stores. I’d already ransacked all the ones in Kingston and Montreal, so this was new territory. Even if the outfit didn’t work for me, I could always adjust it, or just use the fabric. And there were some seriously good finds. Too good, in some cases. I couldn’t buy it all, no matter how good the deals were.
Because I’d been enjoying hitting these stores and wandering around neighbourhoods, I asked Daddy if it was ok to blow off going to the Empire State Building. It would be nice, but I was having way more fun hitting these stores and walking around New York neighbourhoods. It was better than standing on top of a tall building and fighting the hordes for a picture. I’d be going through enough of that at the con the next four days.
“This is your New York adventure, princess. Whatever you want to do for the rest of the afternoon, I’m happy with it,” he said.
Daddy was patient as I oohed and aahed over different things. He also wasn’t white knighting it and offering to buy me anything. I’d warned him not to before we even started hitting these places. He seemed content to just let me play and angst out over what to buy. I did take advantage of his offer to carry some of the bags, though.
That was until the last store when I came out of the change room in a little black dress. I mean, I’d packed a dress for tonight’s show, but I wasn’t 100% sold on it. But this…. this was something else.
When I walked out of the change room and posed in front of the mirror the owner of the store said, “girl, you need to buy that dress.”
Daddy looked up from his phone and whistled.
“We’re going to see a Broadway show this evening,” I said to the lady. “Is this appropriate?”
“That dress is appropriately inappropriate for many occasions, including Broadway,” she said, making me giggle.
Then I looked at the price and I winced. I’d been doing so good not asking for Daddy’s help so far on my shopping this afternoon. I was trying hard to keep my reaction from him, but he has a sixth sense for these kinds of things.
“I’ll buy it for you,” he said. Before I could protest added, “I have completely ulterior motives for wanting you to have that dress.”
And that was that. The owner wasted little time taking the dress as I was getting changed and ringing it up. By the time I came out of the change room, he was waiting with me holding a little bag.
“I either need to get used to you doing that or you need to stop doing that,” I said as we walked down the street looking for a taxi. I’d glanced at my phone in the change room and saw that it was 4:30. Daddy had said the show started at 7 pm. That didn’t leave a lot of time for me to get back to the hotel and get changed.
“Hypnosis is the only option left for you,” he said. “Because I’m not stopping.”
“Ooooh, is that a new kink?” I asked, teasing him. “I’m already pretty submissive. I’m not sure you need to hypnotize me to make me more obedient.”
He waved his hand and a taxi slowed down.
“I’ll take all the help I can get,” he said, opening the door.
Interestingly that wasn’t a no, but that was something to think about later. Right now, I had an evening out to plan for.
By the time we got back to the hotel, it was almost 5 pm. The show began at 7, and we wanted to get there a bit early to take in Times Square. I had maybe an hour to get ready. I hated rushing these kinds of things, but now I had no choice.
“It’s your fault if I’m not perfect,” I yelled at him through the door. I could hear him laugh.
One quick shower, with a cap to keep my hair dry. I started on my make-up, although because of time constraints, I wasn’t getting too fancy. The lingerie was going to be the tricky part. The dress I’d brought was going to be long enough for garters and stockings. The new dress was shorter, so this was going to require some additional fussing. If things got desperate I had a pair of emergency pantyhose, but I hated wearing them.
It took some fussing, but the stockings worked. I had a couple of inches of grace but bending over was going to be tricky. I was going to be clinging pretty hard to Daddy this evening. Like he was going to mind.
I did one last review in the mirror. My hair looked good, with a hairband keeping it off my face. Makeup could be better but was ok. My one concession to geekery was a set of Rebel Alliance earrings. My usual day collar was on with the lock resting squarely in my cleavage.
The dress itself was a miracle of infrastructure. Black, slim and accentuating all the right parts. It showed off my tits without being too slutty about it. All the curves were displayed in a flattering light and it was short, but not so short that I was in immediate danger of being arrested.
When I get back to Montreal I was going to have to take a serious look at this dress because it was a minor miracle. I slipped on a pair of three-inch heels and glanced at my phone. Almost 6 pm.
I opened the door to the bathroom and walked out, my heels clicking on the floor. Daddy had been looking out the window and turned around when he heard me. I did a little pose and spun around slowly. He whistled quietly.
“God damn, princess. You look spectacular.”
I blushed. I mean, I knew it was true, but Daddy’s praise was always going to make me blush.
“You want to skip the show, stay here, order some pizza and I can better appreciate that dress?” he said, stomping on the moment.
I huffed at him, but my hands in my hips and did my best annoyed little girl look.
“I was promised a show, dinner, and some spectacular fucking. And I’m going to get it. In that order,” I said.
He threw his hands up in mock surrender and came over to hug me. He gently lifted me so only my toes were touching the floor.
“I keep all my promises, Kitten,” he whispered in my ear and then gently nibbled on it.
It’s not like the thong I was wearing was going to absorb much, but that act produced a reaction that overwhelmed the small amount of material there.
I pushed back gently to try and catch my breath. If he wasn’t careful I was going to be jumping him in the bathroom at intermission.
“Come on. We only have an hour,” I said, reaching for the trench coat and slipping it on. It had gotten colder so I did need the coat, but it had one additional benefit; I’d yet to find a heterosexual male who didn’t get a little dumber looking at a cute girl wearing a short skirt and a long coat.
Daddy was no exception and I had to poke him to snap him out of it. I noticed that he was sporting an erection in the casual dress pants he was wearing. Good. If I was going to be wet and horny for the next five hours or so, he could be hard and uncomfortable. Fair play and all.
We arrived in Times Square and I spent a few minutes gawking like a tourist. How did I not come here last year? The stuff I missed because I was so focused on the con and the stupid drama with Heather and Lesley. Daddy was right; we were going to have to come back here and explore properly.