It was a lonely saturday afternoon and daddy wasn't home from work yet. I had already finished all my chores and watched enough criminal minds to know the art of murdering. I decided to snoop around in daddy's "private" stash. The little box he keeps on the top shelf, in the bedroom closet. I knew it was forbidden but i hadn't been given permission to cum for a whole week! Part of a punishment daddy, had gave me for disobeying.
I grabbed my step stool and headed upstairs into the closet. I peeked out of the window, for safety measures. I let out a sigh of relief and proceeded on my mission. With the help of the step stool and my tippy toes, i was able to reach the box. I quietly cheered for myself and smiled mischievously. I climbed down from the stool and took another peek outside. Phew. Daddy still isn't home, i thought to myself. Time for a little fun.
I opened the box and was delighted to see an abundance of toys i had had taken away, for being naughty. I said out loud to myself, "well, what's to lose?" and giggled, absolutely delighted to play. I take a peek out the window, once again and even glance at the clock, happy to see it blinking 2:37 pm, meaning i had approximately 2 and a half hours before daddy would be pulling into the drive way.
I lay on our spacious California king bed, and just slowly rub my hands up and down my small body, the way daddy would. I stand at only 5 feet and one inch, weighing 135 pounds soaking wet. Pure milk chocolate, as daddy calls me. I moan lightly, loving the way daddy would caress my body and then roughly strip my clothes from my body. I start to remove one article of clothing at a time.
As i peel away my clothes that daddy had picked out that morning, my anticipation rises. I become more needy and hot. As i reach down to remove my hot pink lace thongs, i realize they are soaking wet with my juices, making me work a little harder to get them off. I am so excited to touch my dripping cunt that i shudder at just the thought of it.
I spread my legs, and leisurely trail my hand from my tits to my wet pussy, lightly tracing circles on my swollen clit. I moan a little louder this time, thinking about what daddy would usually whisper in my ear. Delicious raunchy words of a dom, reminding his sub of who she belongs to. How useful and willing every hole on her body is skillfully placed to benefit her dom and his desires. How a sub is only trained for the pleasure of her dom.
