I close the door quickly behind me as I rush to my room, checking my phone for the time. I see that you've texted, and my pulse quickens as I open it - "be there in 15. Usual position". I smile and skip the last few steps, quickly shedding my coat and bag as I hunt around for the appropriate items.
Ten minutes later, I am kneeling on the floor in front of my door, hands behind my head, wearing a suspender belt, fishnets, nipple clamps, and a plug that always makes you smile. I breathe deeply, trying to settle my nerves so I won't rush to you when you come in. It's always difficult to rein myself in when you're around.
I hear a car outside and have to force myself to not check if it's you. You've told me fifteen minutes, and I know you'll wait if you want to, knowing I'll just be getting wetter and more submissive. The chain on my clamps clink as I stretch up, arching my back to show my ass and breasts better, my mind beginning to float higher in subservience already.
I hear the door open downstairs, and can't suppress a grin. You move quickly up the stairs, and are greeted by my smiling face at waist-level when you enter my room. You smile back, reaching to pet my head gently as you close the door behind you, and it takes everything in me not to lean into your hand, try to suck your finger, communicate what I desperately want now.
You nod approvingly as you check over my attire, feeling the rhinestones around the plug that make you smile - you know I'm marked as "Daddy's Property" now. You frown slightly though as your eyes focus on my face and neck.
"Where's your play collar?" you ask, mostly in surprise, as it's always the first item I put on. I look oddly shy as I respond, head down slightly, "I wanted you to put it on me, Daddy..."
You grin, opening the drawer that holds my more intimate possessions, and pull out two chokers - one pink, and one black.
"Which one do you want, Princess?" as I look, weighing up the implications of both. The pink one is more for my girly Little side, teasing and tactile, but the black one is for when I need to be used by Daddy, treated less gently and made to beg for every touch from him. I bite my lip and smile excitedly at you as I point at the black collar. Your eyes darken and I can see your erection grow in your work pants as you understand my needs today.