Daddy greets you at the door. A twinge of nervousness zaps you in the spine but it always is replaced Auth excitement whenever you see the man you call Daddy.
Once across the threshold, you drop to your knees and rest your cheek against Daddy's denim covered leg. This is your way of showing both your submission and affection. Daddy ruffles your dark hair, showing his affection for you.
Daddy holds his hand out and helps you to your feet. He pulls you to his chest and hugs you. You slowly breathe in the masculine combined fragrance of his cologne and natural musk. Your little dick tingles as his scent fills your head.
Daddy leads you to his spare room. On the bed are your collar and a set of wrist and ankle restraints. You know what to do next. While Daddy is watching, you remove your shirt and binder allowing your tits to be free. Then you remove your shoes and socks followed by your pants and boxer briefs.
Once you are naked, Daddy approaches you. You tilt your head back and stretch your arms out to the sides. Daddy begins his inspection. This part always makes you nervous. You're always afraid you might not be trimmed enough or clean enough. Wordlessly, Daddy check your hair. He pushes your head forward and inspects your ears and neck. Sometimes he gently touches you or rubs your skin as if some spot or smudge needed removed. He examines your back and both arms. Special attention is paid to your nails. You made sure they were clipped short, filed, clear coated, and buffed. You didn't want a repeat of the incident when he noticed jagged nails.
Daddy faces you. Automatically you tip your head back. You feel his fingertips trail down your throat to your shoulders. When he reaches your chest, Daddy examines each tit with both hands. You feel your nipples begin to grow as he rubs the pad of his thumbs across then.
This next part of the inspection you love! He squats before you and examine each leg, gently teasing you. You can feel your boy pussy getting wetter and your dick throb as Daddy caresses your inner thighs. He examines your naked public mound and runs his hand over the smooth skin. Thank God you shaved it all off! He makes a purring sound and you know he is pleased.
Daddy places his hand on your hips and gently guides you. You turn around, spread your legs wide and bend over. His fingers trail across your ass cheeks raising goosebumps on your skin. Gently Daddy spreads you wide open. You feel his fingertip touch your sensitive little cock then gently trail between your wet lips up to your puckered little asshole. You cannot help but quiver a little.
Daddy gets to his feet and gives your ass a squeeze. You know this is his way of approving of you efforts to maintain your appearance.
"Put the cuffs and collar on then come downstairs," he says in a husky voice as he leaves the room.
As you fasten the collar around your neck, you can't help but be both excited and afraid. The basement is reserved for disciplining or special treats. Once the cuffs are fastened, you pad quietly down the hall to the basement door.
Daddy's basement is nothing fancy. The floor is concrete and there are no dividing walls; it is just one big space. Along one wall are the cabinets that contain many different kinds of dildos, butt plugs, and vibrators. There are also an assortment of belts, canes, whips, paddles, and floggers as well as an assortment of collars, cuffs, and other restraints. Hanging from the joists on one side of the space is a sex swing. There is a large area rug in the middle of the room. Above it are various eyebolts screwed into the joists.
None of that gets your attention. It's the stainless steel exam table with thick black leather padding in the middle of the rug that catches your eye. You gasp and your pulse quickens at the sight of it.
Daddy points to the floor at his feet and you immediately kneel before him. "Look at me," he orders.
You raise your head and your eyes meet his. Daddy only has you look directly at him if he wants to tell you something important, educational, or for a discussion about any undesirable behavior that may have had. Tonight, you see a twinkle in his eye and the familiar one raised eyebrow and half smirk of Daddy with he's happy.
"You've been a good boy lately," he begins, "so I converted this old examination table to better fit our needs. It'll be useful later, too, for exploring that medical fetish you've been keeping from me. Didn't think I know about that did you? You're my boy and I probably know you better than you know yourself! Now, up on the table!"
You climb on the table and lay down. Daddy pulls the stirrups out and positions them so your legs are spread. He then slides oue side pieces for your arms. Once your ankles and wrists are secured, he opens one of the cabinets and rummages around. He is softly whistling as he returns with an assortment of straps and a blindfold.
"You don't need to see for this," he whispers as he slides the blindfold in place.
