From Husband to Daddy's Toy

"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."

"Yes, Daddy", I answered with an eager smile. I undid his pants, and his cock popped free. I wrapped my lips around his cock head and looked up at him slowly, letting him sink deeper into my mouth. He let out a soft moan that sent a thrill through me, even making my clitty strain at my cage. I loved when I brought my Daddy pleasure.

"What did you tell your wife this time?" he asked with a smirk.

"Golfing", I said around the hardness of my Daddy's cock. Once I started sucking a man's cock, I was not allowed to stop unless given explicit permission. Daddy enjoyed humiliating me whenever possible, and making me answer him with a cock filling my mouth always turned my cheeks pink with embarrassment.

"You know I don't approve of lying. You will need to be punished, of course." This was another game we played. He knew I had to lie to my wife to come and serve him as his personal sissy slave, and he enjoyed using that excuse to punish me.

"Yes, Daddy", I replied again around the head of my Daddy's cock.

He then directed his attention to the tv and ignored me as I continued my duty. I kept my eyes locked on his face, waiting for any further instruction. It wasn't until I felt him tense that he directed his attention back to me, and I felt his hand on the top of my head, holding me in place as he unloaded his seed into my mouth. Once done, he let go of my head, and I looked up at him, holding my mouth open, showing him my prize per his standing orders.

After he gave me permission to swallow, I waited on my knees for my next instruction. I was content to wait with Daddy's cum settling in my belly. I loved sucking my Daddy's cock. Something about providing another person my total submission gave me so much pleasure that I could wait there on my knees for hours, content.

"Lose the skirt and panties and get across my lap, faggot. It's time for your punishment."

I quickly complied and arranged myself across his lap, positioning my ass right in front of him, providing him with an ample target.

"Tell me why you're being punished, faggot."

"I'm being punished for lying to my wife, Daddy," I responded.

"And remind me why you need to lie to your wife."

"I need to lie because she doesn't know I'm a sissy faggot who has a Daddy I have pledged my submission to."

"You know she will find out about me eventually, right? Who knows, maybe she will be into it and submit to me as well. I'd love to own a married couple. I'd dress you both in matching outfits to service me and my friends," he said with a chuckle.

I had no response to this. Daddy had mentioned enslaving my wife right alongside me, and I had done my best to resist, but at this point, I'm not sure I could stop him.

"Regardless, lying is unacceptable and needs to be punished."

With that said, he slowly started spanking my ass. He liked to take his time before applying the true punishment strokes. I held myself as still as I could. I always enjoyed the humiliation of being disciplined by spanking. Then the intensity increased, and I started letting out moans as the blows kept landing. Once my ass was a deep red, he finally stopped, and I took a shaky breath as I dropped to my knees again.

"Crawl to the kitchen to get me another beer", he said, sitting back and directing his attention back to the TV.

Following his orders, I crawled to his kitchen like a dog to retrieve my Daddy's beer.

Upon my return, he took the beer and said, "Face down on the floor and ass up. I want to see my handiwork."

Facing away from him, I presented my ass to him like a bitch in heat. Pressing my face to his carpet and arching my back for him, I did my best to make my ass enticing so that I'd still get fucked before he sent me back home to my wife.

He left me like that, knowing I was eager to get fucked. But I knew my place. I was not in charge here, and my wants and needs are irrelevant, so I waited nearly an hour before I finally heard him drop down behind me. I felt the lube on my ass as he got ready to fuck me. Then I felt his cock plunge inside me with no hesitation. Face still on the floor, I let out a long moan as he grabbed my hips and plunged in and out of me with fervor. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, finally letting me lift my face from the floor. However, there were no sounds besides his balls slapping my ass and my desperate moans at being taken so roughly.

"I'm going to send you back to your pretty wife with my cum inside you, bitch". He told me as he increased his pace. I could tell he was close now. Pushing my face back down to the floor, he forcefully came inside me. After a few moments, he let his cock slip out of my ass as he stood up.

Still in all fours, I heard the two keys drop to the floor next to me. "Give that pretty wife a kiss from me," he said with a grin and left me there to unlock myself.

After pulling myself together, I cleaned up and grabbed my stuff to do just as he said. He enjoyed making me kiss my wife with his cum still on my breath. I wasn't allowed to do anything to clean my mouth until I had kissed her.

Getting in my car, I left my Daddy's house feeling a sense of shame at what he had done to me but also knew I'd always come back when he called because I needed what he did to me.