"See you later, Babe," I said as I grabbed my clubs and headed for the door.
"Have fun golfing. See you when you get home," my wife responded with a warm smile.
I felt a twinge of guilt as I sat in my car and left my driveway, but did my best to ignore it as I let the excitement of what I was about to do build.
Instead of pulling into the parking lot of a golf course, I pulled into the driveway on the other side of town. Grabbing my bag, I hid it in my trunk and made my way up the steps to ring the doorbell and wait.
The door swung open, and the man who opened it didn't say a word; he just gave me a smirk and stepped aside to let me inside. After the door shut behind me, I dropped to my knees.
"I got here as soon as I could. How may I serve you, Daddy?" I asked, barely able to contain my excitement.
Walking past me, he said simply, "Get changed and bring me a beer in the living room".
I hurried to comply, grabbing my bag, knowing if I took too long, I'd be punished. Less than 15 minutes later, and even my wife would hardly recognize me. I wore black sissy panties and black stockings with a white micro skirt that only covered half my ass. I also wore a thin, skin-tight white tank top that read in pink letters "Hurt me, Daddy". I had also locked away my clitty with a pink chastity cage.
Going into the fridge, I grabbed Daddy a beer and went to him in the living room. Kneeling before him, I handed him the beer along with a black leather collar and two locks. He grabbed the beer and looked me over. "Stand up and let me see the outfit, slut."
Happy to show off, I bounced up to my feet and did a slow spin, doing my best to make my ass pop out for him and giving him a slutty smile. "Such a pretty little bitch. Show me that little clitty."
I lifted up my skirt and pulled down my panties, knowing what he wanted. As he had done countless times before, he slipped the lock onto my chastity cage, taking ownership of my manhood. As always, I let out a soft moan at the weight of that lock, knowing how completely he owned me when my manhood was locked away.
"Collar". One word is all it took for me to drop into the required position. On my knees, with my head bent forward and my hands on my thighs, my legs spread. I felt him slip the leather collar around my neck, followed up with the click of the collar locking it around my neck. Looking up at him, I said softly, "Thank you, Daddy." We both knew how much I loved the feeling of his collar around my neck.
"You're welcome, faggot", he said with a self-assured smile. Spreading his legs and leaning back, he motioned to his crotch. "Now come and get your treat."