I hear my phone, it's from Daddy. Oh, how I love getting surprise texts from him while he's at work. "Kitten, I will be late coming home. No one here knows how to run fucking this place." I can tell he is frustrated. I will do my chores early for Daddy, he will be so surprised!
As I begin my chores my mind begins to drift. My thoughts begin to shift as Daddy enters my brain. He is so sexy in that suit of his. I press my thighs together as I push the vacuum across the room, feeling a twinge between my legs. I grin as the familiar warm feeling begins to swell from my toes, up my legs, my thighs... Oh, I must finish my chores or Daddy will be furious with me!
Thoughts of his little kitten begin to cross his mind as Brian squirms in his office, a bulge growing inside his pants. Brian's hand sinks under his desk, massaging the swelling flesh beneath the fabric as he removes his cell phone from his desk. "Because I am coming home late we will be going out for dinner tonight, I am in no mood to cook. I have been saving this for when you have shown me you are a good girl, but, because of the circumstances, you may have it early. There is a box for you in the closet. Put it on and be ready to go when I come home. See you soon kitten," he types.
As I begin the last of the mornings dishes my mind drifts again, I feel the twinge returning. It surges through my breasts, my nipples hardening beneath Daddy's t shirt I out on this morning. My hand slides under the hem of my cotton prison, my fingers trailing to my breast. My breath quivers as I feel the warm water drip off of my finger onto my swollen nipple. Reality quickly returns as I feel warm water rushing over my red painted toes. "Shit," I mutter as I fumble to turn the water off and get a towel from the cupboard.
My chores have been finished just in time as I look to the clock, I smile to myself anticipating Daddy's return and how pleased he will be that I have been a good girl and finished my chores early. My cell has a message, I grin, knowing it is Daddy before I can check it. I quickly rush to the closet after reading his instruction. I find a jet black pencil skirt with small embellishments along the waistline and a copper colored v neck top.
I hear the handle on the door turn, the mechanical tumblers clinking in a song that seems to take an eternity to end just as I slick on a bit of lipstick. The image in the mirror looks stunning, classy, sophisticated; can this really be me? Daddy knows just what to put me in. My curves perfectly accentuated a perfect amount of cleavage for Daddy to silently claim at and other's to admire.
"Kitten? Where are you?" I hear Daddy call for me. We meet and I see an approving smile across his face. "Kitten, you have been a very good girl today getting your chores done. You will be rewarded after dinner," he praises me. I gleam as he looks me up and down, inspecting every inch of my body, his erection ever present now. Daddy catches me smiling as I can see his physical approval growing minute by minute, he kisses me. Slowly, passionately.
I feel Daddy's hand slither up my leg, gripping my behind tightly. My hands roam over his body, pulling off his jacket and shirt. Daddy takes my hands firmly and instructs me to stop; I fear I am in trouble. "I'm sorry Da..," he places a finger over my lips as I feel him pull my top from my skirt and over my head. "Strip the rest kitten, like a good girl," his voice penetrates the fog my body has created. I nod as I snap my bra and let it slip off my shoulders. Daddy hears a quiet thud as it hits the floor. Unzipping my skirt, I wiggle slowly for you, letting my heavy breasts sway, my nipples growing harder than I thought possible in the cool air. My skirt falls to my ankles and reveals a naked woman, as I decided not to wear panties.
Daddy picks me up slowly and I wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me to the bedroom and lays me on the bed. I lie still as he stands over me. He walks towards the end of the bed and places a white leather restraint around each of my ankles, cinching my legs apart wide, my naked body exposed. Next my wrists, I can hear the metal buckle quietly clashing into each other as he secures my wrists. I am completely in Daddy's control.
I bite my lip in anticipation and think to myself "I guess I get desert before dinner." Daddy walks towards the closet near the doorway and my mind spins questioning what he will surprise me with, but I am greeted not with a surprise, but what seems to be a punishment. The room goes black, I hear the door slam, the sound echoing in my head. "Oh no, Daddy is angry with me, what did I forget?" I think to myself, going through the opinions.
"D...daddy..?" my head twists from side to side, trying desperately to see Daddy and where he is in the darkness as I begin to realize I have been left alone. My heart begins to race; my breath shakes as a single tear runs down my face. My anxiety filled gasps sound loud as church bells inside this silent room. I breath is stolen from my chest as I hear the mechanical clinking of the door knob. The door shuts quietly as footsteps grow louder, closer. I whimper uncontrollably and manage to tearfully find the words "Daddy..? Is that you..?"