It had been exactly one year since Daddy caught me with that silly pink vibrator and decided I no longer needed toys.
I stood in front of the full-length mirror in our master bedroom, turning slowly to examine my reflection. The delicate rose-gold collar with the small diamond “D” pendant sparkled against my neck. Under my short silk robe, I wore the medium plug deep in my ass and the remote vibrator nestled in my p***y — both waiting patiently for Daddy’s command.
My body had changed in the most beautiful ways. My breasts were fuller, my hips softer and rounder from the way Daddy fed me and f****d me almost every day. Faint marks from his hands and teeth decorated my skin, and my n*****s stayed slightly sensitive from regular use of clamps.
I no longer looked like the shy, grieving 19-
