"Come on, baby, I know it's not your favorite, but don't you remember how happy it makes Daddy?" He had her gently but decisively by the hand and was walking her toward the bathroom. "I know how important it is to you to make me happy."
And it was. Over the years she had come to realize she would do almost anything to make him happy. Like last year when he had that stressful month of work and she had spent every single one of his working hours under his desk in his home office with his cock in her mouth to help him destress. Her jaw had ached and her body was cramped in the space under his desk, but she knew she was making his day better, and that always got her through.
She wasn't always so committed to Daddy's happiness. When she first came to him she thought a lot about her own happiness. Daddy had to work very hard to help her see that when she made him happy, that was actually what made her happy. It didn't make her happy to cum, it made her happy for Daddy take pleasure in denying her the opportunity to cum. This had been frustrating at first, but now she saw that he had been right. When Daddy was proud of her for holding back an orgasm or for accepting the pain that he enjoyed inflicting on her, that was what made her happier than anything in the world.
Hand in hand, they walked into the bathroom. With his hands on her shoulders he guided her gently to her knees between the toilet and the sink. Standing over her he thought that no one had ever looked more beautiful. Around the house he kept her in a white bra and panty set to accentuate her innocent nature. Keeping her fully naked would have been too vulgar for how angelic she looked. Her hair was down, easy for him to run his fingers through, and she wore minimal makeup apart from a coat of mascara - he liked to see the black tears streaming down her face when she cried. Her big brown eyes were looking up at him with that mixture of love and just a hint of fear that drove him wild. He could already feel himself starting to get hard.
"Open wide, baby." He reached into the cabinet beneath the sink and pulled out a large ring gag, one with which they were both very familiar. With careful hands he slid the ring deep into her mouth and fastened the leather strap securely behind her head. "You look so pretty like this. My perfect girl." He stepped closer to her so that she had to look directly up to see him. "That's what you want, right baby? To be my perfect girl?" She nodded vigorously, and almost purred as he ran his fingers through her hair.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair at the nape of her neck, just to hold her head in place, he slowly began inserting two and then three fingers deep into her vulnerable mouth. "I know you're going to be good for me, baby, because you'll do whatever it takes to make me happy, right?" His fingers were gliding the full length of her tongue, from the tip to the back of her throat causing her to gag with each thrust, but she managed a small nod and a look of such deep devotion that he felt his now fully hard cock press against his boxer briefs. "Good." And with that, he took a couple steps back, spent one more moment admiring her exposed body, and turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.
Kneeling on the floor, drool already starting to leak onto her chin and breasts, she tried to concentrate on her Daddy. If she focused on him and on making him happy she could almost forget what was going to happen to her today. Daddy took such good care of her. He made sure she was always pretty, that her pussy was always wet and ready for him to use, and he meted out pleasure and punishment in the appropriate measures to keep her behavior in line. He only ever hurt her when she truly deserved it, she knew, or when it would bring him pleasure to do so. And that was her purpose in life. She loved him and he loved her. Even so, she knew today would be a test of her devotion. The thought of disappointing him brought tears to her eyes, but she still wasn't sure she would be able to make it through the day without misbehaving.
An hour later, lost in thoughts of her Daddy, she was startled back to reality by the bathroom door opening. Still in his bathrobe and slippers, he walked over to the sink without so much as glancing at her and began shaving. The process seemed to take forever, and she was practically desperate for him just to look at her, but he maintained his focus on the task at hand. When he finished he dried his face and hands on a towel and walked right back out of the bathroom without a second glance. She couldn't help but let out a soft groan. She lived for Daddy's praise and attention, and he knew it. When he was withholding she felt like she could barely breathe.
No more than ten minutes later the door opened again, and this time he came into the bathroom fully dressed in navy blue slacks, a white button down, and a gray sport coat that hung elegantly over his frame. He always did dress well. This time he walked directly over to her, unzipped his fly, and held his cock a few inches in front of her mouth. Without a word of warning and with his eyes staring off into the space above her head, he released a steady stream of piss directly into her open mouth. The sour taste almost caused her to wretch, but she dutifully held still and held the hot, yellow liquid in her mouth. After a couple of seconds, with her mouth still full, he said, "swallow." With some difficulty due to the ring gag holding her mouth open at its widest point, she managed to choke down this first mouthful of piss without spilling a drop. As soon as her mouth was empty, he began again. It took five mouthfuls of piss to empty his bladder, and on the fifth, with his piss still in her mouth, he began to gently caress her cheek. "See, baby, you can do this. I knew you could be my perfect piss whore. Swallow." And with that, he left the room again.
The acrid taste lingered in her mouth and throat, and she was desperate for a glass of water to wash it away, but she knew that if she really needed a glass of water that Daddy would bring it to her. He always knew what she needed.
A couple hours later with her jaw beginning to ache and her knees starting to get sore from kneeling on the bathroom floor, she heard the door open once again. This time he stepped between her splayed open knees, as close to her as he could get. He unzipped his fly, placed his cock fully inside of her waiting mouth, and grabbed her head with both hands to keep her in place. "I'm in a rush right now, baby, so I'm not going to take breaks for you to swallow. But I know you can still drink it all for me without making a mess." With that he began to piss directly down her throat. She could tell he was holding back, trying to give her time to swallow. He really was so good to her. But his piss kept coming without pause and she found herself struggling to get it all down before her mouth overflowed. A couple of drops managed to escaped down her chin. At long last she felt his stream slow to a stop, and he stepped back, letting go of her head.
"You spilled a little bit baby, here," and with his finger he wiped the droplets of his piss off of her face and rubbed his fingers across her tongue. "There you go. You're doing such a good job for me. It makes me so happy to see you like this, doing what I need you to do." And then, after washing his hands and checking himself in the mirror, he was gone again.
She was beginning to lose track of time. She was thirsty, ironically, and she wanted desperately to close her mouth and lie down. But she knew better.
Sometime later, maybe a couple of hours, she couldn't be sure, she heard voices downstairs. Daddy sometimes took work meetings from home, so this wasn't surprising, but she suddenly realized she was occupying the only bathroom in the house. And while she wasn't chained in place or anything, she knew that she couldn't leave without facing serious consequences.
The voices continued talking downstairs and she grew more and more panicked. When the doorknob for the bathroom turned she jolted in fear, but sighed in relief when she saw it was her Daddy. This time he approached her and she was surprised to feel disappointed that his cock remained inside of his clothes this time. He crouched down to be eye level with her, and took her chin gently in his hands. "Baby, I'm entertaining a business associate downstairs and I need to make sure he has a good time. I want to offer to let him use you as his urinal, just once. Now, I would never want to ask you to do something you wouldn't like, so let me just remind you: this would make me happy. My happiness matters to you, doesn't it?"
She stared at him without responding. He had let his friends fuck her before, but he had never let them do this. The thought of a strange man's piss filling her mouth and stomach was vile, unacceptable. "You're hesitating. You know, I thought we had moved beyond this. I thought you understood that the things that make me happy are the only things you need to think about. Don't I take care of you? Has any harm come to you since you've been with me?" He was pacing the small room, and she could see his anger rising. Suddenly he caught her eye, and she gave him the smallest nod. He rushed back to her and pressed her face to his chest in an embrace. "Thank you, baby. I knew you would make the right decision. You're such a good girl for me."
When he released her from their embrace, she felt tears beginning to press at her eyes. She wasn't sure she could do this, but she knew she had to try, for her Daddy. He was right. What he wanted was more important than what she wanted. He stood, kissed her softly on the forehead, and said, "he'll be right in," before leaving the bathroom and closing the door behind him once again.
Minutes later the door opened again and Daddy entered, followed by a tall, skinny man, with just enough hair on his head to make it clear that he would be bald within the year, who must have been in his late 20s. Next to her Daddy, he looked scrawny and childish. She couldn't believe that her Daddy wanted to impress this man.
"Holy shit, I really thought you were kidding"
"I'm not much of a kidder, especially when it comes to her."
