Lieutenant T'Panga was in I smile, fighting the urge to look up into his amber eyes as I hear him walk in. and close the door. He turns away to hang up his overcoat in the closet, whilst I sneak a peek at his tall frame, licking my lips slightly at the tailored charcoal suit that hugs his tall, muscular frame, the silver shirt and indigo tasteful tie making his cinnamon skin tone look even richer. He comes to sit on his chair while casually raising his polished wingtip Oxford to rest the heel on my cushion, tapping the pointed toe against the open, pouting lips of my cunt, my breath catching in my throat with a whimper as I can hear the sound of my wetness squishing loud enough for him to hear. He sits there quietly, slowly taking in the sight of his prized possession displayed for him, enjoying seeing the reaction of my body to his foot rubbing on my clit, watching me trying so hard to hold still and not to hump his foot.
He leans forward, tucking his forefinger under my chin so I can look up at him, a smile almost lewdly playing on his full lips as he says, "I see my girl followed my directions precisely. I am very pleased, I love seeing you beautifully dressed and heated for me when I get home. Now, come here and give Daddy a kiss, and let me see what I can do to reward you."
I grin up at him, my love for him shining through my eyes as I lean up to his beautiful face, offering my lips to his, tasting him softly. He grabs both sides of my face with his large hands, pulling me closer as he devours my lips hungrily, making me moan as my body responds, my pussy grinding down on his toe in wanton show of my absolute hunger for him.
He pulls out of the kiss almost reluctantly, gently kissing my nose and grinning at the soft begging noise that comes from my throat. "Stand up, little girl, let me inspect you."
I get up as quickly as I can on my near-jelly legs, bending at the waist and making sure to give him a good view down my bodice as I get the cushion to put back in place beside his chair. Standing in front of him, I spread my legs wide, lifting my arms behind my head and crossing my wrists, thrusting my tits forward again and looking down. He leans forward again, sliding his smooth, warm hands up the outside of my thighs, pushing my skirt up so that it frames my exposed, bare pussy. He pulls on the exposed ring hanging down from the ben-wa balls, making them move inside me. Sliding his index and middle fingers along my swollen cunt lips, he murmurs, "Mmmmm, someone is soaked, even your thighs are completely covered. Did my dirty little slut play with herself when preparing?"
Swallowing, I reply, "No, Daddy. I was a good girl. I followed your directions. I wanted to be a dirty little slut and make myself cum, but I don't want to be in trouble tonight... unless you wish me to be."
Grinning, he looks up at me, "Good answer, my petal. Now, turn around, show Daddy that you followed all the directions I gave you."
Turning slowly so he can enjoy the show, I spread my legs wider, arching my ass up as high as I can by standing more on my toes, and reaching back to grab my asscheeks, displaying the glass butt plug.
"Just as I thought. It looks far better inside you than at the store." Grabbing the flat part, he pulls at it a little, making the first section pop out, listening to my gasp for air before he slides it back in, twisting it a bit and grinning even bigger as I moan out loud, my cunt dripping juice as I try not to move.
"Please.. Daddy, I am so wet. Please, may I cum for you before we leave?" I bite my lip, guessing already what the answer will be.
"No, mine. You have to wait, but if you are a good girl tonight, I promise it will all be worth it." Slapping my drooling cunt wetly, he grins as I cry out, "Thank you Daddy!"...
"Ohhh, you are going to have fun tonight, mine. We better get going, don't want to be late for the show."
He drapes me in my long dress coat, making sure that I am covered before touching the small of my back and guiding me out the door of our home, and into the car.
30 minutes later, we arrive at a place I have never been to before. The 2 story brick building has no large logo, but I trust him to take me somewhere interesting when he gets like this. He opens the double doors for me, and guides me gently into a restaurant, checking our coats at the front. At first I am worried I am a little under-dressed for a nice restaurant, then I notice that most of the women inside are dressed either like myself in "classy slut" attire, or in various forms of fetish. Some are even kneeling or in nadu position beside well-dressed men. He notices me taking everything in, and whispers, "I think we might like this place, my petal."