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.