Shopping For My New Life

I woke up sore. Every muscle ached in the most delicious yet terrifying way. My p***y was swollen and tender, and when I shifted, I felt Daddy’s dried c*m still leaking out of me. Last night wasn’t a dream. I had really let my stepfather f**k me. Daddy was already awake, watching me with those intense gray eyes. His hand slid possessively over my hip. “Morning, babygirl. How does that little cunt feel after Daddy claimed it?” Heat flooded my face. Shame burned in my chest, but my body responded anyway. “Sore… but good, Daddy.” He smirked and pushed two thick fingers inside me without warning. I gasped. “Still full of my c*m. Good. That’s where it belongs now.” The conflict hit me hard. This is so wrong. He’s my stepfather. What would Mom think if she could see me? But I couldn’t stop my hips from rocking against his hand. An hour later we were in an exclusive private boutique. Daddy sat like a king in a leather armchair while I stood nervously in the center. “Strip,” he ordered. I hesitated, shame flooding me again, but I obeyed. The saleswoman watched without surprise as Daddy buckled a thick black leather collar around my neck. “This stays on,” he said, tugging the ring. “Always.” He made me bend over a padded bench. I felt exposed and humiliated as he slowly pushed a medium plug into my ass. “Relax, toy. Daddy’s going to train every hole.” The fullness made me moan. Then he slid a remote vibrator deep into my p***y and turned it on low. By the time we left, I was wearing the collar (hidden under a scarf), the plug stretching me, and the vibrator buzzing inside me. Every step sent waves of pleasure and shame through me. In the car, Daddy turned the vibrator higher. “Spread your legs.” I obeyed, biting my lip hard. “Daddy… please… I’m so close.” “Not yet,” he said calmly, one hand pinching my n****e. “You come when I say. You’re my toy now. Learn control.” The drive home was pure torture. I was shaking, tears of frustration and overwhelming need in my eyes. When we finally got inside the house, Daddy pointed to the living room floor. “On your knees. Thank Daddy properly for all your new toys — with that pretty mouth first, then your tight cunt.” I dropped to my knees, desperate and dripping. As I took him into my mouth, the plug and vibrator still tormenting me, one terrifying thought kept repeating in my head: I shouldn’t want this… but I’m starting to crave being Daddy’s s*x toy.