I awoke to my set alarm of six am. The weight of the day before hitting me. Although not quite as heavy as I suspect it would if I had not had the spa time and meds. I threw on a red velvet robe and house slippers and set off up the stairs. Daddy was still passed out in his room. So, I waited a bit before starting the coffee. Opting to have a glass of juice to start the day. I had a headache that wasn’t present last night. So I rummaged the cabinet for some Tylenol. Thankfully the headache was very minor. I sat there at the bar enjoying my juice and pondering the past week’s events. How I tried but was unable to fight the transformation. Nay, I was actually starting to enjoy it. So, I guess daddy was right when he said that Degrax only enhances and brings out a sub’s true nature. I was hit with so many emotions at once. It was going to take more time than I had with daddy to work through them all. One thing I know now. After all the meds and conditioning. I couldn’t go back. Especially if I was susceptible to the same spiraling mindset daddy said about his last sub. And what they eventually ended up doing to themselves.
It was now seven am and I knew it wouldn’t be long before daddy was awake. So, I hopped around the counter and started the coffee. In all my emotions and reminiscing. I did not notice that Daddy had left a glass of whiskey and the bottle open on the table. As well as a file sitting there that looked like a police report. ‘Jason James Johnson – DOB: 03/15/2000 – Deceased: 02/06/2025 – Height: 5’9” – Weight: 165lbs – Hair Color: Red’ Damn, not only was he the same age. His birthday was just one month after mine. And he died a year before I arrived. That means this must have hit daddy really hard. ‘Cause of Death: Suicide by single GSW to the right temple.’ Well, I guess he wasn’t lying about the way he died. ‘Crime Scene Report: Sergent Daniel Jones responded to reports of a gunshot around eleven pm at 2120 Stride Way – Unit 208 on the night of February the sixth, two thousand and twenty-five.’ He was the one who found Jason. Damn, that could not have been easy. I’m surprised he even decided to take on transforming another faggot.
I was lost in reading the report, only being snapped out of it by the smell of a fresh cup of coffee being placed in front of me. “Here, you can read that later if you can stomach it.” Daddy said as he slipped the report from my grip. “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have…” I was cut off. “No baby girl. I was feeling a little conflicted last night, and I shouldn’t have picked the file out and left it there.” He stated. “I don’t mean to pry. But why do you still have this report?” I asked. “Well, it is very foolish. But sometimes I still think against all the odds. That he didn’t actually do it and someone else set it up like that.” He replied. “No matter how much I try though. It is never going to be true. He is right hand dominant. The shot was to his right temple. There was fresh gunshot residue on his right hand. The note was handwritten and it matched his writing one hundred percent. And the kicker is he used the handgun that I gave him to help defend himself.” He added. “I’m so sorry. But I cannot say I would be in any different spot. If someone I cared about and poured so much care into had done something like that. I probably would in disbelief as well.” I said. “Thank you baby girl. You know, that is why I kept you here this entire time. Made sure you took your meds. Made sure you followed the regiment. Broke you in and cared for you. I had to make sure that my potentially last girl didn’t end up like him.” He replied.
He sat there silent for a few minutes. Tears lightly rolling down. “Do you want some breakfast?” I asked. “Yes, but nothing too big. Just make some of the oatmeal I have there. It is a homemade blend I think you may like as well. So make us both some. Thanks for making the coffee too.” He said. The oatmeal was definitely homemade. In a glass jar with dried fruit and what looked like protein powder added in. with handwritten cooking instructions. I made two servings, and some toast. For what it is worth. It didn’t affect daddy’s eating. “Wow, you’re pretty hungry. Want me to make you some more?” I asked. “No thank you. Just get me some more coffee. And grab to Tylenol. I drank a little too much last night and have a slight hangover.” He replied. “Thank you baby girl. Now, I know I seem a mess. Bear with me though as this day isn’t about reminiscing on Jasmine’s, I mean Jason’s death. Tell me how you are doing.” Daddy continued. “Well, I did have a slight headache this morning. And my muscles are a bit sore. Overall, not doing too bad though.” I replied. “That’s good. How are your balls?” he asked. “They’re much better. But still a little tender.” I replied. “Well, at least it is not worse. I was afraid that douchebag really hurt you bad.” He said, you could hear genuine care in his voice. “Look! Just in time for the morning news!” He added. As if this was just any other morning.
Just like that, we were back into our morning rhythm. Breakfast was finished, and it was onto the couch for the morning news. This time with me still in my robe and daddy in boxer shorts. “Listen, about earlier. You don’t have to even think about it anymore. I did not see the file or anything.” I said. “Baby girl. I don’t want you to worry about it. It is ok that you saw it. After all, it’s a plain case as I said before. A tragic and devastating tale for sure. I just tend to reminisce a little too much.” He replied. “Aww, you’re so cute when you get vulnerable like that.” I said as I pinched at him. “Stop that! Remember who is in charge here.” He snapped. Grabbing my arm and leaning in to face me. “You know what I can do to you.” He whispered as he placed his hand over my crotch. “FLATBREAD!” I screamed as I swatted his hand away. “Sorry, too soon I guess for that.” He replied as he withdrew his hand. “But remember Daddy is still in charge. So, be on your best behavior.” He stated as he wiggled my head. Planting a kiss on my forehead. I grazed my hand across his thighs and felt his boxers starting to tent up. “Seems like someone likes it when I get naughty.” I said, gripping his cock through the boxers. Then wiggling it out between the fly. “Maybe I do” After all, we dom’s are prone to picking the naughty ones.” He replied. He started making out with me deeply. Before long, I was jerking his cock off. He pushed me away. “Let’s continue this downstairs. Then you and daddy can shower up and he can get you dressed for the day.”
