(Sorry for the delay between entries. life got crazy and I also wanted this chapter to flesh out the world and other characters a bit so it required more planning)
After I sent a text telling Daddy that I was free all day I waited eagerly for a reply. My mind was racing with the possibilities of what he would have me do this time. Training my throat the night before was terrifying and exhilarating. Giving total control to someone so commanding and dominant felt incredibly natural for me and I wanted to explore it more. I also couldn't help but wonder about Angel, the other submissive that I saw at the house. He was there when I arrived and still there after I left. I was intensely jealous of that, especially considering I didn't even get to make our master cum. Angel most likely got that honor last night. Hopefully today it would be my turn. I began to run my hands all over my body trying to imagine what was in store for me.
A vibration from my phone snapped me out of it and I quickly snatched it up to see what he said. It was a short and simple text that read, "Good. I'll see you here at 10 AM then."
I looked over at my alarm clock and saw that it was already 8:30. I needed to get ready and fast. Jumping out of the covers I took a hurried shower and made sure to give my ass special attention. I wanted to be completely clean for our session. I didn't have time to let my hair dry naturally and so I broke out the blow dryer and went to town. With myself all cleaned up I slipped into some easy to take off clothes and ran out the door. After it was all said and done I'd made it to his house 5 minutes early. I decided it was best to be completely punctual and waited until just before 10 to come to the door.
Once again there was a sign telling me to enter and disrobe. This time however there were no clothes for me to put on. There was simply a dog collar with a leash attached. It was a plain black collar with nothing special on it. Slipping off my clothes I picked up the leather collar and I struggled with the latch for a minute but eventually got it secured. I then went up the stairs and readied myself. I knocked on the door to Daddy's room and waited.
"Come in boy." His voice said calmly from the other side of the door.
I opened it carefully and let it shut quietly behind me. I found myself stood in front of Daddy who was nude as well and sat at the edge of his bed. He eyed me up and down hungrily and then cleared his throat to tell me I was doing something wrong. I immediately figured out my error and dropped to me knees with my hands behind my back. A smile formed on his face, but he still said nothing.
I looked down at the floor nervously and could feel myself shaking just a little bit. Probably noticing this Daddy reached a finger underneath my chin and lifted my head to meet my gaze. "You came back. And so soon too. I like an eager slut." His smile seemed very genuine but there was a lustful look in his eyes that made my heart race. "Keep this up and you'll start to earn privileges that only my best submissives get."
The way he worded that made me wonder just how many people this man had serving him. Regardless, I knew I wanted to be one of them. I was desperate to please this man. He held his hand out expectantly and looked directly at the collar I was wearing. I took hold of the leash and placed it in his open palm. He patted my head and took hold of it.
He then rose to his feet and said, "Come. I'm gonna give you a tour of the house." Then he began to walk away leading me by the leash. I played along and started to crawl behind him on my hands and knees. It was clear to me that this was why he had selected the collar. Acting like his dog was humiliating and made me feel very weird. I wasn't sure this was something I was into, but my desire to please Daddy was stronger than my discomfort. This was nothing compared to the assault my throat went through the night before.
He led me out of the room and into his upstairs hallway. I was noticing more and more impressive things on the walls. Fine art, tribal masks, shelves with various artifacts atop them, and more. It was clear that Daddy was a well traveled and rich man. I wondered if his dominant side was a product of this kind of life. He wanted things the way he liked whenever he wanted.
Pointing to the powder blue door right next to his own room he said, "This is Angel's room. He has been serving me for a few years now. You should strive to be like him."
I was a little stunned at the fact that Angel apparently lived with Daddy. Was this one of the "privileges" that he had mentioned earlier? Was that something I wanted? I liked my home decently enough, but it was a hole in the wall compared to this house.
Without missing a beat we continued walking down the hall. The next room had an all black door. We stopped again and Daddy informed me that this room belonged to a submissive named Crystal. Apparently he was also Daddy's personal assistant and so he was out on a business trip at the moment. The next door was plain white like Daddy's room but I was told that I didn't need to know what was in there just yet. The last door in the hall was painted in rainbow colors. It was drastically different from the others in the house. We stopped in front of the door and Daddy put his palm on my head.
"This room belongs to Bell. He's a bit of a free spirit which can get him in trouble from time to time. He's being punished right now in fact." As he spoke he placed his hand on the knob and slowly opened the door.
Inside the room was filled with plush stuffed animals and pretty furniture. There was a bed with lacey sheets and a big pink blanket on top. The most pressing thing in the room however was Bell himself. He was on his back with both his hands and feet tied to the bed posts. A whirring machine was placed between his legs and I could see a large purple dildo aggressively pumping in and out of his ass. Tears streamed down his face and a little pool of cum had formed on his belly. I wondered how long he had been at this but figured it was not a good time to ask.
