As I'm walking up the short cement path leading to the front steps of the house, I notice a white Amazon package under one of the chairs on the porch. I'm not expecting a package as I haven't ordered anything recently, so my curiosity is piqued. I stoop to pick up the package and turn it over to inspect the address label as I straighten. It's addressed to me -- it has my name on it, right there.
How very curious.
Hugging the package tightly to my chest, I pull open the screen door and then push open the front door, greeting the dog as she tries to squeeze out the door in her excitement. I set down my things on the bench in the front entryway, pat the dog a few times on the head and then tear into the package to see what's inside.
Daddy is a truck driver which means he's on the road a lot. He spoils me with surprise packages in the mail sometimes when he's gone, and I expect that's what this is. The package is soft and it feels like it's an item of clothing. I rip the packaging away and find a black t-shirt inside which I promptly unfold and hold up in front of me for closer inspection.
The t-shirt has a picture of a BDSM female slave wearing a leather hood over her head that covers her eyes and nose with only an opening for her mouth. Above the picture are the words "It's All Good in the Hood" in white block lettering. A laugh bursts from my lips while my pussy also clenches in delight.
Pulling my cell phone from my back pocket, I pull up my contacts and find Daddy's number. I hit the green call button and bring the phone to my ear. It rings only twice before Daddy's booming voice can be heard over the line.
​"Hello?"
Sounds from the road can be heard in the background and I raise my voice to make sure Daddy can hear me.
"So, I just received a package," I say in greeting, "with a very interesting t-shirt inside."
Daddy chuckles. "You did, did you?"
I roll my eyes and smile as I answer. "I did," I say, "should I be expecting a matching hood to arrive in the mail any time soon?"
"It'll be there on Friday," he answers, and a thrill runs through me. Daddy will be home on Saturday which means he obviously has plans for me this weekend.
I can't fucking wait.
As promised, a second package had arrived on Friday. The hood inside was similar to the hood on the t-shirt but it laced up the back, much like a corset does, to ensure that it couldn't be easily removed. There was a hole big enough to expose my mouth and chin with two smaller holes for me to breathe through my nose. When worn, the hood would completely cover my eyes and ears and would be tied at the base of my head to fit securely around my throat.
A thrill ran through me as I had fingered the soft leather hood. I laid it out on the bed and pulled out my phone to snap a quick photo of it to send to Daddy, confirming it's arrival and he had texted me back asking me if I was ready to be nothing but a mouth to fill for him.
That was yesterday. Today was Saturday and I had just gotten back from picking Daddy up at his truck and bringing him home to spend a few days with me. He was in the shower right now. He had given me instructions remove my clothes and then to make myself presentable while I wait for him, laying out my fur-lined O-ring collar, the matching leash and a leather cuff for each wrist and ankle on the bed, next to the hood.
I am adjusting the buckles on the last leather cuff, at my left wrist, when I hear the shower turn off. My pussy is ablaze with need and I squeeze my thighs together as I sit on the edge of the bed. The bedroom door opens and Daddy enters with a towel around his waist, rivulets of water running down his broad tattooed chest and droplets clinging to his blonde shoulder length hair and glistening in his beard. He reaches behind his back and I hear the click of the lock sliding into place before he turns to me and drops the towel.
"Are you ready to be a pretty little mouth for me, baby?" he asks while bending to pluck the hood from the bed beside me and holding it up for me to see.
"Yes!" I sigh eagerly, squirming beneath his gaze. "Please, Daddy!"
Daddy spreads the back of the hood open and I bow my head so he can slide it on helping him tug it down over my eyes and securing it in place. I hold still while I feel him tighten the laces on the back of the hood and tie them off at the back of my neck. I open and close my mouth a few times, testing the limited range of motion that I am allowed. Sounds are muffled in the hood and I feel Daddy step away from me although I can't hear exactly what he's doing.
Seconds later he is back in front of me, the leash attached to the O-ring of my collar pulled tight in his hand as he beckons me to rise from the bed.
"Over here, pretty girl," he says as he guides me first to walk towards the recessed window across the room and then turns me around and pushing me to my knees in front of it. Daddy had installed rings into the wall above our bed and in the window-well when we moved into this house and I could feel him attaching the leather cuffs at my wrist to the corresponding rings on the wall of the window-well, effectively making my arms useless and keeping me in a kneeling position at his feet. There isn't anywhere I can go unless he wills it but there isn't a place on earth I'd rather be.
I feel him shove a pillow between my legs, forcing me to straddle it, before I then hear the telltale sign of a vibrator's buzz hovering nearby. I whimper in anticipation.
Daddy reaches down and spreads my pussy lips with two fingers before sliding the vibrator between them to rest firmly against my swollen clit. I buck against the strong sensations. He has the vibrator on my favorite setting -- full blast and constant -- and I'm instantly a wanton thing grinding down onto the vibrator and begging Daddy for his dick.
"Please, Daddy!" I whine as my mouth begins to water for him.
