She entered the bedroom with a sense of anticipation. Daddy would be home any minute. Before he had left for work, Daddy had told her to make sure she was ready when he came home. Her Daddy was so good to her and she knew she could not disappoint him. She loved to please him. She would do anything for him. She knew that he would take care of her in the way she needed if she would do what he told her and was a good little girl.
She put on the dress that Daddy liked. It was tight in the right places and made her breasts stand out. Maybe Daddy will play with my nipples tonight, she thought. She really loved that. Daddy knew it too. He knew that taking care of her that way made her even more willing to do anything for her Daddy. She then put on her stockings. They made her legs feel so good. She knew Daddy loved to feel her stockinged legs against his skin. She knew it turned him on. She loved pleasing him. She knew the reward would be great if he was pleased. She then slipped on the shoes that Daddy had bought her. She knew he really loved her wearing the shoes. They were black patent pumps with a really tall stiletto heel and pointy toes. She knew they flattered her long legs and she understood how much wearing them meant to her Daddy. She sent him a text that she was ready then put on her blindfold. The room went dark. She exhaled, her thoughts racing on what was about to happen to her. Would Daddy be happy? It was everything she wanted to make him happy...
She heard the door quietly open and close. Nothing was said but she knew it was Daddy. She knew he was looking her over. Her long hair, her tight dress, her stockings, and her heels. She kept her arms behind her so she would be sure not to touch him before he told her to. She was hopeful that he would be pleased but she needed to be patient. She could feel him near her. Is he happy, she thought? I really hope he's happy. She needed him to be happy. Just then the silence was broken.
"Daddy's Little Girl looks perfect." he said. She was so excited but she knew she had to stay composed.
"Yes Daddy, I'm here to serve you." she replied. She felt his fingers pet her hair.
"That's a very good girl." he said.
Yes, she thought, he was pleased. His fingers played with her hair as she sat on the edge of the bed all dressed up for him. He gently pulled her hair a few times and it sent waves of electricity through her. She fought to stay quiet and calm. She was there to serve.