I'm shy about my body. I'm plus sized with saggy breasts and a big tummy. But I never feel more beautiful than the way daddy reacts to my body. Of course, he says sweet things, but anyone can say things. The involuntary things that happen when I'm naked before him, those groans, the, umm, downstairs reaction, are more than words, and they make me feel so special.
Usually daddy kisses me when he gets home, but on inspection days he waits until we're done. I'm longing to taste him, but that just makes me want this more. The door closes and I open my eyes to see my daddy, strong and handsome, wearing my favorite outfit. I'm not sure if it's intentional, I've never asked, but I've noticed on days where daddy is going to expect something he knows I will find difficult, he is dressed just the way I like. Maybe it's a coincidence, but it seems like the kind of thing he'd do.
Daddy always starts the exam by walking around me, taking in my body, checking for bruises, marks, or changes in my appearance. He runs his hands over my curly hair before telling me to open my mouth. He looks in my mouth then places two fingers inside. I want to wrap my lips around them, sucking and teasing them, showing daddy what I want to do with his cock. But the purpose here is testing how deep I can take them before I gag, so I keep my mouth open as I feel them slide into my throat. From months of training, I've been able to take a lot more than I used to, but I still gag eventually. Once he makes me gag, the fingers stay put for a count of 10. It makes me tear up a little bit, but nothing I can't handle.
Daddy's big hands lift my breasts, pushing them together, then apart. H cups are weighty, and it's almost a relief to feel them lifted. My nipples, now hard as can be, are pinched. Softly at first, then enough to make my knees weak. "I love your breasts, princess" is the first thing he says to me. I'm sure my cheeks are bright red from both the compliment and the embarrassment of my position and nakedness. Daddy brings his mouth to my nipple, sucking then biting. I wince. Daddy lifts up my tummy. Shame overwhelms me, wishing I was slimmer for daddy, but as he lets go, I hear a deep whisper in my ear "relax, gorgeous" as he wraps his arms around me. I let my arms fall around him.
He guides me to the bedroom. I love that even though I know where our bedroom is, he still holds out his hand to me. I used to need instruction, but now I know automatically the position I need to get in. I lie on the towels with my bottom at the edge of the bed and set my feet in the stirrups. The position exposes all of me. Daddy checks the table and feels for wetness in my panties before taking a sip of his drink. "Such a good girl", I hear. I love how much he values obedience. He slides two pillows underneath my neck ensuring I will see his face.
A clothespin goes on each of my nipples. When my hormones are just right, that hurt feels so good. He pulls up the ottoman from the chair in the corner of our room, and seats himself between my legs, face level with my spread open genitals. "My favorite", he whispers to himself. I gasp as I feels finger slide between my labia. As he drags the finger up, reaching my clit, I can't help but moan. "Nice and wet princess. Are you excited daddy is home?" I look down and nod. He licks the top of the finger, slick with my taste, and lets out a groan.
"Princess, there are a few hairs down here." I know where they'll be. Even though I've worked on shaving myself, I'm still scared to shave close to my clit, but as daddy reaches for the tweezers, I think about how I need to get over that fear. He plucked five hairs in total. I let out a squeal as he pulls one that tugs on my clit hood and says "you're doing a lot better shaving, baby. We can talk about laser hair removal soon. Now open wide".
"Please don't make me." I beg, knowing it will do no good. Faced with nothing more than a stern look, I open my mouth and he drops them in. I take a sip of water and swallow the offending pubic hairs. Daddy always permits water unless he explicitly says no.
Daddy returns to his seat between my legs. He starts at the bottom and works up, wrapping up the inspection at my clit. Sometimes it's just an external look at my asshole, but today, I feel the squirt of lubricant. Daddy slides in the anal speculum. Unopened, the speculum is tiny, but once it's in, daddy starts to spread the arms. It's a feeling that is hard to describe. He flicks on his phone flashlight and peers into my open asshole. Daddy moans and kisses my thigh, "thank you princess. You cleaned yourself very well for me." I feel the speculum, arms still open, sliding out. At first, it was unbearable to have this done, but daddy works on stretching me regularly, so now it's not too bad.
With my bottom approved, it's time to move up higher. "You're definitely wet enough, princess, so that's a pass. Do you think I should make sure you're nice and ready for me?" I nod reluctantly. My juices have been sticky, shiny, and clear, so I know it's probably the peak of my cycle, but this is the first time daddy is really paying attention. I feel the speculum slide easily in without the need for lubricant and start to open. It's a bigger one than needed to make sure everything is visible. "Fuck, I love how wet you are."
"Thank you, daddy."
"Looks like its a special time for you, princess. I think you're ready," Daddy tells me. I whimper, not sure if I am nervous, excited, or some combination of both. We've fantasized about daddy breeding me for so long, but it was always too far for me. But last month, daddy gave me a tiny necklace. Delicate white gold chain connecting either side of a little emblem molded from daddy's initials. Unlike my play collars, it's discreet enough for me to wear to work. The other major difference is that the ring closing this one was zapped shut. I can't remove it. Its not my choice any more; accepting that necklace was giving the use and care of my body to daddy completely. I have to admit, for someone who was adamantly against the idea of being bred, all the fantasizing has me secretly wanting nothing more.
"Top or bottom" I hear, brining me back to reality. I look at him quizzically and he repeats, "do you want me to start top or bottom?"
"Top please," i eek out. Daddy gets out a sound and gently lubricates it. I feel it slide into my peehole. The first time was so surprising; I expected pain, but it was strangely pleasurable. These days, daddy does it a couple times a month to ensure I get to enjoy the feeling without getting used to it. Today it slides a little deeper than usual and I involuntarily leak a little bit.
