"Waiting patiently for daddy" ignoring the increasing pain the longer I sit waiting on my knees. Dressed in a black fishnet bodysuit with stilettos, bright red lipstick on to match my long red hair that falls down my back in lazy curls. I have my collar on my neck, adorned with metal studs accompanied by a chain link leash.
Daddy is here I see the door as it opens wide, allowing me to see the empty hallway behind him - and potentially letting anyone see me, naked and leashed, my hands clasped behind my back, but there's no one there, of course. It disappoints me a little. For a moment, I want everyone to see what a dirty slut I am.
I crawl to him, on my hands and knees, and clutch at his pants before he can close the door. "Daddy?," I say, my voice carrying into the hallway with ease, "please use me. I didn't touch myself at all. I waited for you. Please."
He casually strokes my hair as he closes the door. "Good bitch," he says. "You're such a whore, I didn't think you could do it. It was hard, wasn't it?"
Daddy has a confident way about him. He's not showy or obnoxious. But it's like... he has a calm certainty, of himself and his place in the world, it makes me proud to be his property.
"Yes, Daddy," I say. "I... I leaked over the floor again," I say, because I know he likes to know how wet I get waiting for him.
He smiles down at me. "That's even better," he says. "Now, come here slut," he says, and grabs my leash. I crawl on all fours behind him. He pulls hard, and I can't crawl very fast, so the collar ends up choking me and I gag.
"Now, you little slut, I want you to spread your legs and show me how wet you are."
"Y-Yes, Daddy," I say. Because I want him to see. I want him to know how desperate I am for him.
I sit my ass on the carpet and spread my thighs. I look up at him. as he stiffens a little, and catches my eye. I can tell that he likes it, and I smile. I reach down between my legs and spread my pussy for him, letting him see the glistening pinkness inside. My fingers gently stroke my pussy, right at the edges, and I moan.
"God," he says quietly. "You are such a perfect slut."
"Y-Yes, Daddy, Your perfect little slut," I say. "Thank you."
"Stay like that," he says, and pulls out his phone. He points the camera at me, and my eyes widen. He's... going to take a picture of me. Like this. I bite my lip, but... I don't move..
I'm blushing while spreading my legs wider for the camera, and looking into it as he takes the picture. I want to touch myself even more now. My pussy is begging for it. In front of the camera, I'm even wetter than I was before.
I wonder what he's going to do with the picture. Several possibilities flit through my mind. Maybe he'll show them to his friends, so they can see what a slut he owns. Maybe he'll post them online.
"Do you want to see how much of a slut you are?" He asks.
"Yes, Daddy," I say.
He flips the phone over and shows it to me... And he's right I look like a perfect little slut
"When you look at this picture, what do you see?" He asks me.
I pause for a moment, not knowing what to say. But then, I have it. "your dirty lil cum slut daddy," I say with excitement.
"Good girl. You're just a dirty little slut. My dirty little slut."
"Yes, yes, daddy! Thank you, daddy!" Because I want to be a dirty slut. His dirty slut.
He smiles. "Now, let's take some more pictures," he says.
"Grab one of your tits," he says. I pose for the camera, and he takes another shot." Do you know what I'm going to do with the pictures?" he asks, after a few more.
"No, sir," I say. they're his pictures and he can do whatever he wants with them. And I'm his property anyway. But I really want to know.
"I'm going to post them online. That way everyone will know what a dirty whore you really are.
I don't move. My face just gets hotter and hotter. I cross my legs a little, because I feel a kind of heat between them too.
"R-Really?" I ask. I'm rubbing my legs together. I'm leaking again.
He doesn't answer. He just takes another shot.
