Thank You Daddy

The moment the front door closed, Daddy’s hand wrapped around the back of my neck, fingers brushing the new leather collar hidden under my scarf. “Living room. Now,” he ordered. “On your knees.” My legs trembled as I obeyed, dropping to my knees on the soft rug. The plug in my ass and the vibrator still buzzing inside me made every movement torture. Daddy stood in front of me, slowly unbuckling his belt. “Take the scarf off. I want to see my collar on my toy.” I removed it, shame burning my cheeks. The thick black leather looked so obscene — a clear sign of what I had become. He smiled darkly. “Beautiful. Now thank me properly for all your new toys.” I pulled out his thick c**k and took him into my mouth eagerly, sucking and swirling my tongue. Guilt twisted in my stomach (This is my stepfather… I shouldn’t want this), but I couldn’t stop. I wanted to please him. “f**k, such a good little c**k warmer,” he groaned, fingers tightening in my hair. “You’re already addicted, aren’t you?” He f****d my face for a few minutes before pulling me up, bending me over the couch, and slamming into my p***y in one hard thrust. I cried out, gripping the leather. “Whose p***y is this?” he growled, spanking me hard. “Yours, Daddy!” I moaned. “Say it louder. What are you?” “I’m Daddy’s s*x toy! Your personal f**k toy!” He f****d me relentlessly, the plug in my ass making everything feel fuller, more overwhelming. The conflict raged inside me — shame, guilt, and overwhelming pleasure fighting each other. He suddenly pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and thrust back in, eyes locked on mine. “You don’t come until I fill you,” he commanded. I was shaking, tears of desperation falling. “Please, Daddy… I need to come…” He pounded harder, rubbing my c**t. “Come for me. Now.” The orgasm ripped through me. I screamed, body convulsing around him as he filled me with hot c*m. Afterward, he held me close, stroking my hair tenderly. “You did so well today, babygirl,” he whispered. “Daddy’s very proud.” But as I lay there full of his c*m, collar tight around my neck, plug still in my ass, the guilt hit harder. What am I becoming? Daddy kissed my forehead and smiled. “Tomorrow the real rules start. No panties in the house. You ask permission for everything. And I have something special planned for your training…” His eyes gleamed with dark promise. “Sleep well, my little toy. You’re going to need your strength.”