I take you by the hand and lead you upstairs to the bedroom, pushing open the door to see Daddy waiting on the bed, naked and slowly stroking his hard cock. I smile at him, tugging at you to come out from behind me. You're shy, head bowed slightly and I can see you breathing deeply. Others might think you're stressed in this situation, but I know even before I run my hand down your body to your cunt that you are beginning to drip.
I let go of your hand so I can touch you more freely, one hand gently scratching your neck and upper back as my other begins to lightly rub around your clit, avoiding direct contact. I hear you moan, arching your back so that my other hand now nestles in your hair. I tighten my grip, pulling your head back further so I can lean in and bite your throat.
"Don't forget," I whisper in your ear between nibbles, "I answer to him alone, but you answer to both of us. Are you ready, Fucktoy?"
I feel you nod, your ragged breathing preventing you from answering, and with a smile I release my grip, leaving a soft kiss over your pulsing artery as I reach for something on the table beside me. Reaching up to buckle the play collar around your throat, I grin at the look of bliss on your face, your eyes already fogging with submission. The word "FUCKTOY" glitters in rhinestones on the collar, and I lean in to kiss you deeply, moaning into your hot mouth, my teeth catching your bottom lip and biting lightly as I pull away.
"Do Fucktoys get to stand in their Owners' presence?" I ask casually, looking you in the eye. You blush, hurrying to drop to your hands and knees. I stay in front of you, waiting expectantly.
"No Miss, Fucktoys are to crawl so that all holes are accessible for their Owners' use, I'm sorry Miss" you reply, voice getting louder as you acclimatise to your situation again. I nod approvingly, patting your head as I say "good girl", feeling you shiver. I walk around you, inspecting, catching Daddy's eye as I stand behind. His cock is rock-hard now, a look of amusement on his face as he sees me give commands he often gives me. I kneel down behind you, spreading your ass to get a better look at your holes, playfully blowing a stream of cold air across both that makes you jump.