I was kneeling four feet away from the bedroom door with my hands clasped behind my back; my black and pink collar was laid out elegantly before me. I had lowered my head slightly to face the ground in a way that I could see only the smudges in the floorboards.
Daddy had messaged me twenty minutes before his usual arrival at home that I was to wait for him in the bedroom (compared to the usual routine of waiting in the main foyer for his return from work).
I had of course prepared myself with no questions asked. Even as I slipped on my black panties and pink lace lingerie top, even as I had taken off my day collar to leave room for my play collar; I had not questioned Daddy.
The sound of keys, jiggling. I tried to suppress my excitement as I heard the front door open and close. I tilted my head to gain better hearing as I heard footsteps walk to the bedroom... and right past it. I huffed as I straightened out my position to be just perfect once Daddy decided to stop teasing me and-
I took a deep breath: inhale, exhale. I can wait patiently like a good pet, I reminded myself. (It had not helped my patience when I heard noise coming from the living room's television.)
Finally, after what felt like hours (though was most likely just over twenty minutes), I heard sudden silence... and footsteps starting towards the bedroom door. Quickly, I straightened my back, parted my legs just as Daddy liked, and eyed the speckles on the floor. Daddy was coming.
A shadow appeared from under the closed door at the same moment that I bit my lip in anticipation. The sound of the doorknob turning caused my breath to go uneven; the sound of him entering caused my panties to become just the tiniest bit wet; and when I saw his shoe-covered feet in my peripheral, I slowly lifted my head.
He tilted his head and smirked teasingly at me. "Well, hello pet. I see you've listened." His tone suggested mockery but I knew it was not that... Daddy was entertained.
I didn't respond for Daddy had not asked a direct question yet; however, I stretched my neck out the tiniest bit to get his attention. My neck felt unbearably bare, and the collar lying in front of me was like torture. Daddy, my collar, I was tempted to say. Luckily, I have learned that whining gets me nowhere, and so I remained silent.
I didn't have to suffer any longer because, seeming to take notice of my quiet hint, Daddy bent down to pick up my collar. My eyes shone as I watched him begin to walk behind me; then, after a few seconds of him disappearing out of sight, I felt firm yet gentle hands on my neck... until finally, my collar was on.
As soon as the collar clicked, my mindset immediately started to change; as did Daddy's if his once teasing face, now that of arrogance, was anything to go by.
"Pet," Daddy began to say, slowly, as he sat into the black leather chair located in the far left corner of the bedroom, "go get me some water," he demanded. He crossed his legs and leaned back into the chair, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
I didn't think twice before rising from my knees (Daddy would have told me if he wanted me to crawl) and speedingly walking to the kitchen. I pulled out the tall crystal glass that Daddy always uses during a scene and then filled it with water from the fridge (no ice because Daddy says ice water isn't good for people).
Hurriedly, but not too fast where Daddy would think I was rushing, I re-entered the bedroom to find a paddle sitting on the edge of the bed that wasn't there before. I looked at Daddy but he looked unbothered from his chair, scrolling distractedly.
I said nothing as I walked towards him and held out the water. I waited for nearly a minute before I was given even a glance... and waved off. "Set it on the dresser. I don't want it anymore," he said, seemingly annoyed. I did as told.
I stood in front of Daddy with my hands clasped behind my back and my legs apart, waiting.
One minute passed. Five minutes passed. Seven-
A heavy sigh came from Daddy as he set his phone down on the nightstand and looked at me. "Hands and knees, on the bed, now." His voice was entirely monotone, no emotion managing to seek through.
I ran to the bed and took up the position, making sure my top had risen just below my breasts and my bottom was presented in a desirable manner. If Daddy could tease, then so could I. This action was met with a light swat on the behind. "Behave."
