Disclaimer: Please note that Daddy is not my father, nor older than me. Daddy is the man I serve and strive to please.
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Daddy had awakened me early this morning with his hard cock wedged between my big ass cheeks. He spanked my ass and told me to get in the shower with him. I obediently soaped his hard body from head to toe, kissing his lips, kissing his muscled chest, down his stomach to his big, thick cock. Daddy tapped my lips with his hard cock and I immediately opened my mouth, sucking his head in my lips firmly, breathing through my nose.
"Are you owned?" he asked me sternly. I could only moan what I hoped sounded like yes around the thick cock in my mouth as he fed inch after inch into my mouth. He popped his cock head out of my lips for a moment. "Are you owned pet?"
"Yes Daddy," I looked up at him with my green eyes. He slid his thick, huge cock back into my lips, pushing in over and over as I sucked. I struggled to breathe as Daddy fucked my face for several minutes. I could feel his cock swelling against my tongue and knew he was close. Daddy pulled out and sprayed my face with his warm cum. Then he angled the shower water to hit my face and admired his cum washing down the drain. "Good girl," he gripped my full tit in his strong hand and I moaned softly.
Daddy pulled me up, turned off the water, and toweled me dry. I started to get out of the shower when he surprised me. "No slut. You stay right there." Daddy toweled himself off as he walked to our bedroom. He came back with my leather wrist cuffs and I felt my pussy pulse. Daddy snapped the cuffs around my wrists and used a short chain to hang my wrists from a hook he had installed in the ceiling.
"Is this your pussy?" he asked, cupping my wet sex in his hand. "No Daddy."
"Who owns this pussy?" he asked, rubbing his thumb against my swollen clit and making me flex my fingers with need. "You do Daddy." He rewarded me by finger fucking my wet pussy with two long fingers for a few seconds before removing his hand.
Daddy spanked both of my tits and then smeared shaving cream on my pussy.
"Spread your legs for me." I complied without hesitating. Daddy's skilled fingers began dragging a razor carefully on the hair between my legs. He worked quickly, rinsing the razor after each stroke. Soon my pussy was bare. He washed my pussy clean and then raped my mouth with his tongue making me groan deeply for him. I wanted to put my arms around him so badly and he knew it.
Daddy broke the kiss and said, "Twist your wrists and turn." I looked at him puzzled. He grabbed me by the ass and spun me around; my wrists crossed in their leather restraints. "I want to make sure your asshole is shaved too, my pet. Push your fat ass out towards me." I felt my face flush hot as Daddy smeared shaving cream down my crack and shaved me there too. When he was done, Daddy spanked each of my ass cheeks five times, and then untied my wrists, rubbing my arms to get the circulation back.
"I have to go do rounds. When I come home, I want you ready for me. Collar, heels, primped out like a pretty whore, all for me. Will you do that?" His big hands held my huge ass. "Yes Daddy." He kissed me quick and left to pull on scrubs and grab his keys. He stopped at the door, "And princess whore, you are not allowed to cum until I get home." I gave him a look and Daddy laughed as he pulled the door shut, turning his key in the lock.
Seven am and I was all alone. First, I cleaned the house before I had to clean up myself. I ran the vacuum naked, tidied up the kitchen, and ate some scrambled eggs and dry toast. Then I went in the linen closet. I got out the new deep ruby red sheets I had bought for a surprise. Daddy's favorite color was ruby red. Then I called a friend who did interior decorating and asked if there was any way humanly possible she could make the new wallpaper I had picked out previously become part of our bedroom walls today. She laughed, knowing I had planned this surprise for two months and said, "Yes, we can do that for you. We can be there in an hour." It was 9.
An hour later, the decorators changed our bedroom into a ruby red bordello with fancy Victorian damask wallpaper, ivory curtains with sheer liners in the windows, and sheer ivory mosquito netting decked the top of our four poster bed. The work took the decorators four hours.
I realized my stomach was growling; I had been so excited about surprising Daddy with a new look to our fuck den. Daddy had put me on a diet, which I purely hated, but I got out some yogurt and a few blueberries. I put the new sheets on the bed and our new comforter. I went in the closet and got down a slim navy blue box. From the box, I got out four steamy black and white pictures. A shot of Daddy choking my throat in one strong hand as I was cumming like a whore against his strong body. A close-up picture of me kissing his cock, my eyes closed, my face adoring what I was doing, his fingers twisted in my brown hair. A picture of Daddy fucking me from behind with the ring on my collar glinting at the camera as Daddy's fingers pressed into my big ass. A picture of me nude except for a collar, kneeling at Daddy's feet, his hand holding my leash, his hand on top of my head, petting my brown hair. My pussy got wet just looking at the pictures and I wanted to cum so bad but I wasn't allowed. I got out my frustrations after measuring the wall, marking spots in chalk pencil, and banging nails into the new wallpaper. I slid the four pictures into black lacquer frames with ruby red and ivory double mats. I hung the pictures on the wall between the bathroom so Daddy could see them every time he went to shower or change clothes. I changed my wet panties and wished Daddy's hands were on my ass right that second. Man this sucked. I took a deep breath and buffed all the fingerprints off the picture frame glass.
It was 2:30. My throat got a little tight. I had so much to do. I grabbed my keys and drove to the nail salon. I got ruby red acrylic nails on my fingers and the same color on my toes. I tried to relax as the sweet girl rubbed my feet and scraped all the nastiness off of them. When she asked me if I wanted a design, I saw a crown and started laughing to myself. A crown for Daddy's Princess Whore. I pointed to the crown and asked her to make it in silver if possible, thinking to myself I should try to match the silver O ring on my slave collar.
By the time I got to the hair salon, it was 4 pm. I had about two hours to get home and traffic in Atlanta can really suck. Anita winked at me and said "New nails?" I just smiled; she knew exactly what new nails on a random weekday meant because her husband treats her the same way that Daddy treats me. New nails always means Daddy wants to see how they look while I am holding his thick cock which inevitably leads to other things. Anita blew my hair out straight, told me to have fun, teased me yet again that I win the award for thickest hair of all her clients, and I ran out the door. 4:35 pm.
I got home and stripped out of my jeans and kicked them in the hamper. I pulled on a black, sheer thong that on my fat ass seemed lost between my massive cheeks. I did my make up a little heavy, smoky eye shadow with liquid eyeliner and a little cat eye flip at the corners of my eyes. I added mascara, blush, and then stopped short. Fuck! I had not made dinner.
I threw chicken in the microwave to defrost.
Breathe. I wanted Daddy to be so happy and everything to be perfect.
I went back to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Then I painstakingly layered lipstick and gloss on my full lips. I went in the bedroom, opened a nightstand drawer, and took out a black leather collar. On the collar was a tag in Daddy's bad doctor handwriting that said, "Make sure you lock it." I smiled and removed the tag. I put the collar around my neck, buckled it shut, then slid the lock through a steel ring and pushed it into the lock's body until I heard a click. Only Daddy had the key to get my collar off. He keeps one key with his car keys and an emergency one hidden somewhere in the house.
I realized I had forgotten something. I went back to the bathroom, grabbed my rouge and a small brush, and applied some to each nipple. Collar. Rouge. Thong. What was next? Heels! I went in the hall linen closet and removed a box I had hidden there. I had found a place that actually made stripper shoes for girls with wide feet (and probably big fat asses). I got out the glittering ruby red high heels. They were a platform with a 4.5 inch heel. I had practiced walking in them for the past month so I wouldn't fall on my face. Daddy was going to freak when he saw them. Well, he might not say so, but I guarantee his cock will get instantly hard.
5:45 pm. I'm ready. No I'm not. Perfume. One more trip to the bedroom. I spritzed perfume on my tits and my tummy. I grabbed a leash off a peg behind our closet door and clipped it on the O ring of my collar, letting it dangle between my tits.
I went in the kitchen and threw chicken and seasoning in an oiled pan. I grabbed two potatoes and pierced them with a fork and put them right on the oven rack. There was salad in the fridge. I turned the oven to the lowest temperature and covered the chicken with foil so our food would not burn and I sat on the couch waiting. My pussy was on fire. Those heels were sex on feet and made me hot just looking at them so I know Daddy is going to lose it when he sees them.
6:00 pm. If I don't touch my pussy soon, I just might explode and be another case of spontaneous combustion argued by geeks on science message boards. My thong's wet. Well wet isn't strong enough of a word. Drenched? I can smell my own pheromones. I don't think changing panties again will do me any good though.
6:18 pm. I heard a noise outside and thought it was Daddy but no, it was our neighbor's cat chasing something and pouncing on our doormat. Yes I cracked open the door while basically naked to investigate. No, I am not telling Daddy I did that. I forgot how naked I was but suddenly remembered when the wind touched my hard nipples.
