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.
With a smooth motion, you buckle the choker around my throat and pull my head forward to your crotch, grinding my face into your rock-hard erection. I begin to drool, desperately licking and sucking at the fabric, whining slightly in frustration at my inability to feel you in my mouth. You hold me there as you remove your belt, laying it aside on the bed carefully, in a move that makes my heart jump. Maybe if I'm good, you'll let me feel it on my ass...with that in mind, I redouble my efforts, using my lips to attempt to jerk your cock, licking at your tip as I do so. You chuckle at my attempts, before pushing me back, causing me to lose balance momentarily before resuming my kneeling position. At this, I do let out an audible whine.
"What's the matter, Toy?" you ask, head cocked to one side, "Is there something you want?"
I mumble quietly, still not submerged enough in subspace to not feel awkward saying it out loud. Without even a flicker, you reach out and slap me across the face, just enough to get me to make eye contact again, as I feel drool slip down my lips and my cheek redden.
"You have to speak up, Fucktoy. Good whores beg for what they want." Your tone is even, but serious. I nod, causing my spit to drop to my chest, and I see your eyes flick down to where it leaves a shining trail across my breasts.
"I...I need your cock Daddy, please," I begin, and you wave your hand 'continue', "I need you to use my throat Daddy, or any of my holes; please fill me with your cock, I crave your cock and cum in and on me," I finish, blushing at the slutty words that bubble up seemingly from my soaking pussy and tumble out of my mouth. You smile at me, and I melt, beaming back at you. You reach down, but instead of grabbing my hair, you take the chain of the clamps instead, and I have to rush to avoid them being pulled off. It's one of your favourite games, and I know that the punishment hurts. You grin as I yelp and shuffle forwards on my knees, unzipping your trousers with your other hand and pulling out your hard dick, jerking it slowly as you show it to me.