I instructed My sub to write of her experiences in one of our scenes. It will be published in several parts.

 A Night of Sweet Torment and Bliss

Tonight was Uniform and Fantasy Night at the well attended Sex Positive Community Center and I was one very excited little girl because my Daddy had given me permission to dress up in my Western Outfit which consisted of Boots, Thigh High Fishnet Stockings layered over with some very Lacy Knee High's, a micro-mini low rise Denim Skirt, Denim Vest and a gorgeous little Lacy Off-White See-Through Blouse, topped off with a jaunty little Western Hat made of Straw.

Daddy usually insisted that I wear one of the three or four of my School Uniforms on these particular nights, so I was feeling well blessed and even a little feisty at the sudden departure from His usual modus operandi.  There was one proviso, however.  He absolutely insisted that I not wear a bra.  I put up an immense amount of resistance to this because I felt that my little blouse looked better with one of my very sexy little bras peeking through the fabric.  Daddy would hear none of it and flatly stated that I was not to wear one but, while I was getting dressed, I just could not resist putting on my little bra, thinking to myself that He would probably forget by the time He got to the point of stripping my clothes off of my body.

I could not have been more wrong!

Of course I knew that Daddy could not really see that I was wearing this little undergarment because my Denim Vest was buttoned up over top of my blouse and I suppose that I was, in effect, deliberately deceiving Him, knowing full well that He might punish me quite severely should He have a mind to.  In retrospect, I don't know what I was thinking because my Daddy is very much into noticing even the smallest details of my attire and makeup and never usually forgets that He has given me a direct order regarding any of these things.  But, as usual, I blithely disobeyed Him, believing that, since He was always so patient with me and such a soft and loving Top, He would overlook my "little transgression" and perhaps let me off with a mild admonition or a slap on my ass.

Dressed and ready to go, we hurried off to the Club and when we got there, Daddy gave me free reign to roam around and speak with whomever I wished.  Happy to comply, I flitted about like a little butterfly, chatting with this person and that person, finally bumping into my friend, Rhonda.  I liked Rhonda a lot because she is intelligent, sensitive and possessed an extraordinary open hearted and innocent approach to life.  She always tells me how beautiful I look and I always have a hard time receiving her compliments.  Tonight she said I looked very cute in my little Western outfit and added that it would not matter what I put on, I would always look like a knockout.  I giggled and said, "Thank you, Rhonda.  You are always so kind."

Chattering like two high school girls, I told her in a rather conspiratorial tone that I was a little anxious about my little indiscretion and she, being ever curious, asked me what I had done.  When I told her that I had worn my bra in spite of my Daddy's strict order, she gasped in horror and said, "Well I hope that He doesn't start His Scene with you for at least another half hour, because that is when I am off duty and I really want to see what His reaction will be."

Laughing, in complete and utter denial, I said, "He probably won't even notice.  Daddy will have forgotten by the time He gets to that point.  Of that I am sure."  Rhonda shook her head at me in disbelief and it was then that the Lord of my Submission and the Master of my Heart arrived with a most endearing look of love and warmth emanating from His Strongly Directed Presence.

Rhonda departed hastily and Daddy became quickly focused on preparing His Scene Space.  I was always immensely intrigued with the intensity with which He went about this particular task and genuinely felt like a Little Girl, watching Her Daddy as He did His work.