One Week with Daddy - Day 1

My flight got in late in the middle of the night. I took an uber to your house and paused as I stood on your doorstep before knocking.

"Am I ready for this?" I thought to myself. I felt my heart pounding as I stood there, but I couldn't bring myself to turn back.

One week. One whole week as your good girl. Your toy. I was going to submit myself to you entirely and be yours to use and play with for an entire week.

We had met a few times before, and I was realizing how desperately I enjoyed submitting to you, being your good girl and your little fuck doll. Every time I met you I promised myself that was the last time, but the ache and craving always came back.

During the flight I tried to distract myself but no matter what I did, my thoughts kept coming back to images of me on my knees, kneeling before you, waiting, wanting. My panties were soaked as I stood there, my hand hovering near your door. Just then thunder cracked and startled me, and I knocked.

You quickly opened it and I smiled. That kind, sweet, comforting smile. The smile that reminded me we were friends. But there was that sparkle in your eyes that reminded me you were more. Daddy. And I instantly blushed.

"Welcome, I'm glad you made it safe. Please, come in, make yourself comfortable." You stepped aside and welcomed me into your home. It was my first time there, and immediately I felt relaxed. This wasn't some weird sex dungeon, it was just a normal comforting house.

"It's late and I'm sure you must be exhausted. I put some fresh towels in the bathroom. When you're ready, come to bed." And just like that, you took my coat and bag to your room and left me to settle in.

I took a long hot shower and felt myself relax. I slipped on my nightie and crept into your room. It was dark, and you were already in bed, asleep. I was a bit surprised, and felt myself be disappointed. "This is it?" I thought to myself? But I was so tired, I climbed into your big soft bed and closed my eyes. And before I knew it, I was sound asleep.

I awoke the next morning a bit disoriented but refreshed. It was morning and I laid there, eyes closed, feeling my outfit. You hadn't touched me all night long. I rolled over and you were already out of bed. Just as I was about to question why I was even there, I felt it.

Slowly I blinked my eyes open and raised my hands to my throat. There, around my neck, my hands met a soft, pink leather collar. I felt the cool metal loop at the front, and my heart fluttered and I felt that familiar hot ache flash between my legs. I rolled over and there was a note on my nightstand. "Good morning my sweet girl. Get yourself ready and come out to greet me."

On the chair was my outfit for the day. A lacy pink bra, matching panties, and one of your white collar dress shirts. I quickly dressed and prepared myself, took a deep breath, and opened the door. I buttoned all the buttons on your shirt except the top one. Walking out into your home, I could hear you in your office, so I slowly walked over and stood in the doorway. You were working, on a call, and waved me in, not even looking at me.

I bit my lip and slowly walk to your desk. While you're still on the phone, you push your chair back and look up at me and smile. Your eyes moving up and down my body. You open the top drawer to the right of you and take out a matching pink leather leash. Instantly, I feel the ache again and catch my breath. You motion to under your desk, and I see a small white cushion beneath your desk. Then your eyes meet mine, and I know.

Slowly, I sink to my knees, and crawl to it, my shirt barely covering my bottom, and I crawl beneath your desk. There's not a lot of room, but I climb onto the cushion and kneel with my legs closed. You reach down and clasp the leash to my collar, stroke my cheek softly, and push your chair back in. I am enclosed, leashed, aching, and all I see is your legs. You continue your call and I sit patiently. Every so often I feel a soft tug on my leash, reminding me you're there, and that I'm yours.

We've barely spoken since I've arrived, and here I am, collared and leashed and waiting for you. Finally after what feels like hours but is only 15 minutes, you end your call, and I feel you tug on my leash. You push your chair back, allowing me enough room to crawl out and kneel before you, my head resting between your legs, looking up at you.

"Good morning my good girl. You look beautiful" You hold my leash tightly in your hand and gently brush the hair away from my eyes. "Daddy has to do a little work today, so you will stay here pet. On your cushion, is an ipad and earphones. You will watch these videos, but not make a sound, and you are not allowed to touch yourself. Do not disturb Daddy while he's working or you will be punished. Do you understand?"

I slowly nod, fighting the urge to climb up on you, but you tug my leash a little harder. "I asked you a question baby girl." you say more sternly. I shiver, and struggle to find my voice out of nerves. "Yes Daddy, I understand." You loosen your grip and smile, kissing the top of my head. "Good girl."

With that you push your chair in, forcing me back under my desk. I open the tablet and put in my earphones and find you downloaded lots of naughty movies for me to watch. I press play on the first one and it's a scene of a man, lowering a woman over his lap, spanking her over her panties. I begin to squirm. I watch as he alternates her cheeks, leaving them pink and red, while sliding his fingers in her mouth to muffle her moans.

I instantly feel myself getting damp. I try to stay still and quiet but the more I watch the video I find myself wiggling and struggling to stay still and comfortable.

I hear you chuckle. "What are you doing down there Kitten? Are you behaving?"

"Yes Daddy," I whimper softly. "I'm being good. But your videos are making it difficult."

Just like that you tug my leash again and push back, inviting me up. I look up at you, face flushed, and eyes full of lust. "Can Daddy check how difficult it is for you? Sit on my desk baby."

I slowly stand and sit back on your desk, and let you spread my legs. Your eyes scan over my body and slowly unbutton my shirt, exposing my bra and panties, and you spread me a bit further before slowly running your hands over the outside of my panties. I whimper as you run your finger over a large wet spot that has formed on them.

"Mmmm my naughty little girl. You're already dripping for Daddy and the day just started." I'm aching for your touch but your phone rings again. This time you put it on speaker.

I immediately tense but your fingers keep tracing the outside of my panties and I bite my lip not to moan. You tug my leash to remind me to keep silent. Slowly, you circle and push my panties against my aching pussy and I can't help but let out a small whimper. You tug my leash again and continue your business call. I can't pay attention to what you're talking about. You slide my panties down and over my bottom, taking them off and holding them up for me to see. They're soaked, so wet that there's a large creamy spot from where I've been dripping. You give me a smirk that says I'm in trouble, and you slowly place my soaked panties into my mouth, tucking them in tight, gagging me, forcing me to taste myself. I feel myself dripping onto your desk as I taste how creamy and sweet they are. Your coworker on the phone keeps talking and asking you questions, and as you begin to respond you move the phone closer to me, just as you push into me with your fingers. I bite down on my panties trying not to cry out, tasting more of myself as I do.

You slowly unbutton the collar shirt you selected for me to wear. I bite my tongue more loving how good it feels to be undressed by you. You leave it around my shoulders but my bra and chest is exposed and tingling.

You push in again, adding another finger, swirling over my clit, leaning down and kissing my chest. With every pump I bite down, gagging on my creamy soaked panties, but knowing I can't cum without your permission. And I can't ask permission this way...

You tug on my leash and indicate for me to stand and turn around, my feet spread before you, my hands propped on your desk. While you talk on your call, you point to a little puddle that I left on your desk from where I dripped. You run your finger over it and taste it, smiling at me, while you continue your call. As your coworker begins to respond, you put us on mute, and position me against your desk. You pull on my leash as your hand comes down hard on my cheek.

Smack. I cry out, muffled by my panties, and wiggle against you.

"Is my good girl being a bad girl?" you whisper against my ear.

I whimper, trying to answer no. Smack. Your hands alternate my against my bottom, tugging my leash keeping my head up as you do. Your colleague keeps rambling on. You spank me for several minutes and alternately stroke to soothe the stings. Again, your fingers find my aching, soaked pussy, dripping all over you as you push in. You can tell I'm getting close.

"My sweet Kitten won't cum without Daddy's permission, right baby?" You spank and finger me at the same time and I whimper and suck more of my wetness from my panties.

I try to beg through them. It's muffled and inaudible.

"What's that baby girl? Are you begging Daddy to cum?" You tug my leash again, spanking me lightly with it on my bottom and I shiver and cry out.

"When I say Now, you can cum, do you understand?" I try to nod with you holding my leash, it's hard to move my head.

The spanks keep coming as you push your fingers in deeper, until my clit and cunt is aching. Just as I think I can't take anymore, you take us off speaker, and return to speaking to your coworker.

"Thanks for your help Jim, you say casually." Your teasing of my clit intensifies and I know I can't last much longer. My body is shivering before you, barely able to support myself propped up any longer.

Your coworker speaks again. "Is there anything else you need?"

Just as I can't hold it any longer I feel you tug tightly on my leash and swirl my clit once more. You push the phone directly next to me as you take us off mute. I try to hold my breath so he can't hear my whimpers, but then you say it...

"No thanks Jim, I think I have everything I need right now."

You barely finish the word before your fingers push deep into my dripping pussy, you pull my leash, and wrap your other hand gently but firmly around my throat, pulling me close to you, and my body begins to shake.

I bite down hard on my panties, eyes closed tight, holding my breath, giving in and pushing back against your fingers, my pussy closing tightly over them as I cum all over them and I fuck myself against your fingers. But I manage not to make a sound.

You hold me there for a second, before removing your fingers and reaching for your phone to end the call.

Your coworker keeps talking. "Sounds good, I hope you enjoy the rest of your day."

You gently loosen my leash from your grip and allow me to collapse chest first onto your desk, my pussy dripping down my legs, my bottom sore, panties still in my mouth and you stroke my clit once more.

"I will, thanks Jim. I'll let you know if you can help me with anything later."

With that, you hang up, and slowly remove the panties from my mouth, and place your cum soaked fingers in them instead. You raise my head and hold my chin in your hand as you do.

"Good girl baby, you're going to be such a good little fuck toy for Daddy this week aren't you? Clean them nice and good."

My tongue swirls over your fingers, cleaning all my cum off. As you remove them you lift my head and kiss me deeply on my mouth. "Yes Daddy," I whisper, exhausted.

You point to the little puddle I left on your desk. "Every drop Kitten." I slowly run my tongue over it, truly feeling like your pet, your little submissive sex slave, and hating myself for how natural it felt.

You slowly tug my leash and smile.

"That's my good little kitten. Now be a good pet and crawl back to your spot. Daddy has more work to do today."

I crawl back under and curl up on my cushion. I'm sore and exhausted and feeling conflicted.

I'm smart, educated, confident, independent woman. But I can't stop craving submitting to you and giving you control.

I rest my head on my arms and drift to sleep.

A little while later, I'm awakened by the tug on my leash.

"Is my good girl not watching her videos like Daddy instructed her to?" your voice is stern.

Shit. I was so exhausted I just meant to rest my eyes for a minute but I fell asleep.

"I'm sorry Daddy, I didn't mean to."

I hear you laugh. "Well, Daddy has another call, and instead of focusing on my job, now I have to punish you at the same time. Show Daddy how sorry you are baby girl."

As you start your meeting you tug my leash, but this time you don't push your chair back. Instead, you reach down and unzip your pants.

I've been craving this. I can't believe I'm realizing it, but I've been craving your cock in my throat.

With your hand tightly on my leash, I reach into your pants and release your big, beautiful cock. It's smooth, you've trimmed it, and it's already thick and hard. I catch myself licking my lips.

"What's happened to me?" I briefly think to myself, my personality is fighting with itself to be a good respectful woman, but at the same time realizing my pussy drips craving to be your little cum slut.

I reach up with my hands and slowly take your cock in both and swirl my tongue over the tip.

It tastes so good.

I take you deeper into my mouth and start sucking, swirling, tasting your precum as it drips down my throat and loving every second of it. You pull my leash tighter. This time it's your turn to try to talk on your call without being suspicious, but you don't have to speak much.

You tug my leash close and place your hand behind my head, firm, but gentle, and throat fuck me from your seat. I gag and feel my eyes water as a little drool drips down my chin.

I want to taste and play with your balls but the angle is hard where you sit.

Again I feel my pussy betray me and feel myself dripping down my thigh.

You push your chair back to let me out a little more and tug on my leash so I'm looking up at you while I swallow your cock.

You sit there, in power, on your call, looking down at me, proud, brushing the hair from my face and the tears that have slipped from my eyes as I gag.

"Mmmm my good girl, you are soooo good at sucking Daddy's cock. Fuck, you are such a good little fuckdoll for Daddy aren't you? Do you like being Daddy's cum slut baby?" You ask as you tug my leash and place your hand back behind my head, gripping my hair. I try to nod.

"Daddy asked you a question Kitten. I expect you to answer" you say as you push your cock in deeper and I gag again.

I try my best to respond with your cock in my mouth. It's muffled and I drool. "Yesh daddy" - it's barely audible and you laugh and push in again holding my chin in your hand, forcing me to stare into your eyes. "Mmmm that's my good girl. Keep sucking Daddy's cock while he works." You briefly take yourself off mute to respond to your call as you push your cock in again, making me gag silently.

I love how firm but gentle you are with me. You know I want to be used and taken but still treat me with respect. You're dominant but soft, making me feel safe and encouraged.

My pussy is dripping and I squirm beneath you. I feel your cock getting thicker and precum drips down my throat again. I know you're close.

I don't think you're really listening to your call, but I'm impressed how you can focus on work and fucking my throat at the same time. You make sure you're muted before you pull out of my mouth.

You tug my leash again, forcing me to look into your eyes. "It's time baby girl, stick out your tongue and beg for Daddy's cum."

My eyes are watery and my pussy is leaking down my thighs. I gasp at the new fresh air as you pull out and look up at you, drool on my chin and slowly stick out my tongue and tilt my head back.

"Please Daddy..."I whisper out of breath..."please Daddy can I have your cum?"

You growl as you stroke your cock. "Mmm baby, are you sureeee you want it?"

I'm wiggling on my knees and getting weaker, giving in more and more to being your slut. Before I realize it I hear myself responding.

"Yesss Daddy pleaseeee. Pleaseee can I have your cum? I need it Daddy... I'll do anything."

With that you groan, and hold your cock close to my lips. "My little cum doll, you are such a good girl for Daddy..." and with that you start to shoot. You don't cum in my mouth like I expect, but instead you cum all over my face. It startles me but I keep staring up at you with my tongue out, resting on the bottom of your cock, desperate for some to fall in my mouth so I can taste and swallow you.

Streams of your cum cover my cheeks, my nose, my eyes, my forehead and chin. A little falls in my mouth and I stay still until you're done. I wait for you to place your cock in my mouth for you to clean but you don't.

"Swallow what's in your mouth baby." I swallow the little bit of you and I shiver, loving the taste. I open my mouth to show you. I'm waiting for instruction for me to clean and swallow the rest of you.

"Close your mouth and look at me baby girl." I do as I'm told and you wipe the rest of your cock over my lips before pushing into my mouth. "Clean what's left baby." I do as I say and kneel before you.

"Mmm my beautiful little cum slut. Daddy's baby girl is soaked in Daddy's cum, and you love it don't you Kitten?" My chin is resting in your hand as you hold my leash, and your other hand strokes my hair.

I hate to admit it, but I do. "Yes Daddy," I whisper, almost ashamed. "I love being your toy."

"Good girl." you say as you release your grip on my leash and zip up. "Let Daddy finish his work now and watch your videos like a good girl. But I want you to leave Daddy's cum all over you. So you remember that Daddy owns you."

With that, you return to your call and I slink back under your desk to my cushion. It's the first time I notice there's a small mirror on the floor. I pick it up and I'm shocked. My face is red, makeup is smeared, and my face is covered in your cum. Drops of your cum is on my collar which is tight around my neck and attached to it is a little clasp that say's Daddy's Kitten.

I look like a filthy slut. And I like it.

I pick up my tablet and earbuds and click play on my next video.

A little while later I'm squirming again, and hear you moving things around on your desk. Then I feel that familiar tug on my leash inviting me up.

..... to be continued.