It is always so nice waking up to his voice. Today was only slightly different. I was waking up in his arms, too. But the lazy pleasurable morning was short-lived. Daddy had to work.
Sitting in his bed, smelling his scent that still lingered there, put me in a good mood even though he was gone. I was still reliving those intimate moments and going over the instructions for the day. It was mostly about taking care of myself. Making sure I got enough water throughout the day and that I ate enough. I was also supposed to send proof that I enjoyed myself in his bed. I knew that would not be a problem. He was turning me into such a spoiled little princess and I am not sure he realized that.
Also on the list was preparing for a party at his friend’s house. I needed to be sure and be ready for him and help pack up anything we would need. He showed me where all the toys were. It is funny thinking about the choices we had. I was happy with the way he used his hands and he always seemed to have a belt at the ready. Sometimes that is all you need. But this was a bit different when you were attending a party and wanted to show off a bit. I never thought I would be an exhibitionist, but here I am. It is more than that though. I wanted to do good for Daddy. I wanted to please him and take what I could so he would be happy with me and impressed with what I could do for him.
Looking through some of the toys, that is what was on my mind. What would Daddy want? What could I pack to make sure he had a good time?
I was a bit surprised when we were getting ready to leave and he didn’t check the bag. That made me slightly nervous. Did I pick the right things?
It seemed like a long time getting there and then mingling with everyone before we started preparing to play. Daddy had been warming me up and making me wet all night with the way he touched me possesively around his friends. I can never get enough of that feeling of being his.
He took the markers out first. I knew he would like that, writing on me and instantly marking me as Daddy’s babygirl, his slut, his whore, his cumslut. I am all of those things for him.
As he continues to look through the bag, I see a smirk on his face. He knows I am watching him and trying to decipher if he is pleased with my choices. I hear that chuckle that always sends a jolt straight to my nether parts. Looking at me now instead of the bag, he heads toward me, pulling a collar from his pocket.
“Don’t you know, baby, you are my favorite toy?”
Lisa Gray 