I was so excited! Daddy had been promising me a trip for weeks now and the day had finally arrived. I had packed my bag for the weekend and was anxiously awaiting Daddy getting home from work.
He had mentioned running late so I didn't know when to expect him, but I was ready as always. I watched for him at the window, to be sure I didn't miss him as he got out of the car, knowing that he liked me to answer the door for him.
He had set aside my favorite leather outfit for his arrival. After several attempts at adjusting the straps, it had finally fit perfectly. My breasts protruded nicely with just enough support to make them look perky.
As I looked out the window again, I grabbed an ice cube from my drink and rubbed each nipple to keep them stiff and hard. Daddy preferred to see them that way and specifically pinched each nipple, feeling for the chill, as part of his afternoon inspection. He frequently just had me meet him at the door naked, but this particular outfit also allowed easy access to my pussy and asshole.
Daddy preferred my pussy clean shaven and wet when he got home. The late afternoon shave was all I needed to make myself wet, but the hardest part was not cumming. Daddy would not be happy if he found out I was masturbating during the day when he wasn't home.
Rubbing my hand along my bare ass I thought out loud, "Ohhh no, I'm not going to make that mistake again." I don't know how Daddy found out that I'd played with myself that day but the whipping I got that night taught me that what Daddy said, Daddy meant. No orgasms unless Daddy said so.
I was surprised to see the large motor home pull up outside the window and stop in front of the house. I literally squealed with excitement as Daddy got out of it and headed for the house. Dropping the ice cube back in my drink, I quickly dried my nipples and gave each a quick pinch before heading to the door.
As Daddy approached the door I opened it and quickly dropped down to my knees, my ass resting on the backs of my feet, but elevated, my hands resting on my thighs, palms upward, my back straight just as he had taught me.
I smiled as Daddy walked in the door and stood there admiring me. This was one of my favorite moments of the day. Daddy worked hard and deserved to find his wife, his lover, his consort, his slave, his slut waiting patiently for him. I had given myself freely to him and I was his to admire and desire until the end of time. What Daddy wanted I gave him. It was no price to pay. I wanted him to have me, hold me, kiss me, train me, fuck me, punish me. For his love for me was without question, as was my love for him.
I again smiled at him, a twinkle in my eye. He saw it and smiled back, "Hello, my pet, my little girl, my baby girl. I can see from that smile you're happy. Excited even?"
Not saying anything, as per my training, I simply grinned at him even more.
"Good girl," he said rubbing his hand over my hair and circling around behind me.
I continued to watch out the open front door, only slightly concerned a neighbor might notice me kneeling practically naked just inside. I had quickly gotten over the fear of that, since Daddy had explained the punishment I would receive had I ever tried to cover up before the inspection was over. I had been informed that I should ignore the world outside that door since it had no impact on our lives within regardless if it was opened or closed.
I felt Daddy's hands brush across my back and down my shoulders. He had the softest touch and my body tingled as his hands caressed me. Brushing my back, his hands then slid forward around my waist and up to cup my breasts. His fingers grabbing my hard nipples as he playfully pinched them.
"Good girl," he whispered in my ear, noting the chill they still held. Giving them a glorious pinch, his hands then slid down my stomach and began the inspection of my pussy. Each hand slowly glided over the outside, feeling for stubble, or any sign of a lazy effort on the part of my daily chore. Smooth as silk, he tweaked my clit and then slid several fingers into my steamy pussy. Catching my breath, I held back a sure orgasm.
This had been almost impossible at first but become easier with Daddy's aggressive orgasm denial training. It had seemed like years but Daddy assured me that I had completed my training in less than two weeks and that from that point forward orgasms would be rewards for good behavior and his to give. I could always ask to cum, and Daddy rarely refused to allow his baby girl cum, but his word was final regardless. Daddy knows best!
After fingering my pussy for what seemed like forever, but was certainly only a few minutes, Daddy withdrew his fingers, sliding his hands back up my stomach and back up to my breasts, circling them with my pussy juices. "Your dripping wet tonight little girl. You didn't have any orgasms today did you?" he asked.
