I planned my outfit so carefully that day.
Daddy had been fairly relaxed on his choice of what I should wear. He just told me shorts, a t-shirt, and some comfortable underclothes and shoes. I went with comfortable outer clothing, but underneath I wore a form-fitting white bra and a lacy white thong. The bra clung to my breasts, allowing my nipples to poke through, and the thong perfectly framed my ass and hips, and drew attention to the area between my legs. I knew I would be seeing Daddy later on that day, and I wanted to surprise him with something sexy.
I got dressed happily as always, knowing that I was putting clothes on my body that it pleased Daddy to see me in. I left home and went about my normal daily tasks, counting down the hours until I got see Daddy. The clock seemed to move so slowly, as it always does on the days I get to spend time with him.
Finally, the hour struck at which he was supposed to pick me up. I rushed out of my classroom and toward the front of the school. Sure enough, Daddy's car sat at the curb waiting. I was already grinning ear-to-ear like always as I managed to force myself to walk, not run, up to it. Daddy greeted me with a smile, the sun glinting off of his glasses and turning his long, straight auburn hair the color of fire.
"Hey, angel!" He grinned, kissing my lips softly before shifting gears.
"Hi, Daddy," I replied cheerily, the smile now permanently glued to my face for the duration of our time together. The fog of indescribable happiness and fulfillment that I feel around Daddy settled in as we started to car ride to Daddy's place. The ride was filled with our usual conversation about his day at work, my classes, something funny my professor said in class, random jokes and musings, and fondling each other in the car. It seemed like in no time, we were at Daddy's apartment.
Upon arriving inside, I started my regular protocol of removing my shorts. I bent over in front of him and slid them off slowly, knowing Daddy was watching me slide the fabric over my pale, shapely ass cheeks and looking at the pretty lace thong running between them. I heard him emit a little sigh as my shorts dropped to the floor. I felt Daddy move in close behind me, and place his hands on my hips. I began to grind my hips in a circular motion, moving my ass into his crotch. I smiled a little as I heard him groan and felt him stiffen beneath his pants.
Suddenly Daddy gathered my thick, brown hair up into his fist and pulled up, forcing me to a standing position. He spun me around to face him, and I looked at him expectantly, awaiting whatever it was he wanted of me. Then my smile faltered. He had that look on his face, the small little smirk that says he is going to ask me a question he already knows the answer to, and I am most likely going to get in trouble for that answer.
"Angel," he said in a soft voice, leaning down and looking straight into my eyes, "where is your collar?"
My collar. My right hand flew up to encircle my neck. Where my hand would always meet the comforting band of black fabric with small, clear stones embellishing it, there was nothing. It was bare, completely bare.
Shit. I must have left it on my dresser that morning. I can't believe I had forgotten the most basic piece of my entire wardrobe: my collar, Daddy's sign to the world that I am his. I had never forgotten my collar. Ever.
