I know I've been teasing you all day, all week even, and your silence in the car is both unnerving and arousing me. When we get to your house, you let me in and nod upstairs to your room. I bound up the steps excitedly, but pause when I don't hear your feet behind me...cautiously, I push open your door, seeing an array of items on the bed, and I understand. Stripping quickly, I run my hands over the various pieces...a harness to wrap around my waist and thighs, with cuffs to bind my wrists to it, a matching black spider gag, a chest harness with a small pink bow, and a soft blindfold. I can feel myself get steadily wetter as I dress myself, my nipples hard and sensitive as I drag the material of the chest harness across them, moaning slightly at the friction.
Once dressed, I knelt on the floor by the bed, finally blindfolding myself and clipping my wrists to the harness, settling down to wait. I can see nothing, but I strain to hear you downstairs, as you sit on the couch. Spit starts to flow out of my mouth, answering the unusual presence of the gag stretching my jaw, and I feel it drip onto my chest. A small whine escapes my lips as my anticipation builds, and my cunt begins to drip as well.
I hear you stand up, breaking my erotic reverie as I straighten up, ensuring perfect posture as you trudge up the stairs. I don't know how, but I can feel you halt in the doorway, staring at me from behind. I feel an urge to bend, spread my ass and beg you to fuck me, but I hold back. You have a plan, I know, and my torment is only just beginning.
You walk around in front of me, chuckling softly at the sight of my wet breasts, coated in my drool. I feel your thumb in my mouth and lick at it, desperate to suck it but unable to close my mouth around you. I whimper slightly, disappointed, and you laugh again. "Poor slut," you whisper, "after all of your teasing, looks like you can't suck Daddy. What will I do with you?" I've been kneeling here just long enough for my brattiness to be replaced by hunger to serve you, and you know it. Fresh drool pours from my mouth at the taste of your skin, my mind going blank as I crave nothing more than to be used for your pleasure. I can smell you, and I feel myself lean forward almost involuntarily, looking for more of you to taste.