Daddy's Home

I reach down to feel the bulge in my crotch. The cage is still there, the unforgiving plastic locking me away from self-pleasure. My balls are swollen, heavy with need, and my cock strains against its confines, desperate for touch. My key-holder is coming back from his month-long business trip today, and anticipation courses through me. I'm excited to please him, to be his little sissy again.

"I've got to get this place cleaned up before Daddy gets home," I mutter, beginning my frantic cleaning ritual. "If there's even a speck of dust anywhere, Daddy won't let me suck his cock." I put on my uniform in preparation for his return, a black French maid outfit with delicate white frills accentuating every edge. As I pass by the mirror, I pause to admire myself. "I'm so gorgeous," I think, feeling the cage ever-present against my cock as I move around the house. The weight of it teases me with every step, a constant reminder of who controls my pleasure.

With the house looking spotless, I retreat to our playroom. "I have to start prepping for Daddy to play with me," I say, grabbing a butt plug and some lube. "My boy pussy needs to be nice and stretched so he can enter easily." I coat the plug with lube and slowly push it into my ass. The silicone fills me up, pressing deliciously against my prostate. I fuck myself with the plug, stretching my hole with each thrust. My cock presses harder against the cage, a desperate prisoner seeking escape. "I'm so excited to be his toy again," I think, imagining what's to come. Once satisfied that my hole is properly stretched, I reach for our largest plug. I slide it inside me, holding it in place as I pull my panties back on. I wait at the door; Daddy should be arriving any minute now.

I hear the lock turn and the door opens. It's him, Daddy's home. I smile toward him. "Welcome home, Sir. I hope your trip was pleasant."

He looks at me, his eyes dark with desire, and gently touches my chin. "It was nice, but I'm much happier being here." The words send a jolt of excitement straight to my groin. He grabs my hand. "Let's go celebrate my homecoming," he says, leading me back toward the playroom. My heart pounds with anticipation.

Once there, he gets close to me, his fingers tracing the outline of my cage. "I'm glad it's still on. I didn't expect you to try to take it off, but it makes me happy to feel it there." His hand caresses my balls and locked cock, which immediately begins to throb with need. Only he can decide when I get to cum. "Turn around for me, let me see all that beautiful body," he commands. I obey, giving him a little glimpse of the plug nestled in my ass. He stops me when he sees it. "You prepared. What a good boy." I finish my spin as he begins unbuckling his belt. As his pants drop, I sink to my knees.

"May I suck your cock, Sir?" The words escape my lips as I move closer to him.

He puts a hand on my head, guiding me. "I was expecting you to." Daddy pushes my face right into his crotch. His cock slides into my mouth, warm, salty, and perfect. He didn't shower this morning, giving me the pleasure of tasting all of his natural flavor. As I suck, his cock grows harder, pushing its way further down my throat.

Our moans intertwine, creating a chorus of passion. "I've missed this," I think as his cock slides in and out of my mouth. I take it as deep as I can, until it goes down my throat and I begin to gag.

"Easy there," he says, pulling my head away and tilting it up to look at him. "It's been a while since you've taken all of me."

"Sorry, Sir. I've just been so excited for you to come home," I say, moving back toward his cock. I suck for what feels like an eternity, until I can taste his pre-cum. He moves me away and stands me up.

"Let's unplug you and play with that hole a little bit," he says, turning me around and grabbing the plug. "Maybe we can look into letting you out of your cage for a bit if you ride my dick properly." Once he removes the plug, I feel it replaced with his cock--thicker, hotter, filling me more completely than any toy. He pushes as deep as he can, making sure to hit my prostate with each calculated thrust. As he fucks me, I feel my own caged cock bouncing against my stomach. Then I feel his hand on top of it, rubbing it gently, edging me ever closer to release.

Then I felt it, his cock pulsed in my ass, but he kept thrusting. All of a sudden, my own cock began pulsing too. He made me cum in my cage, the plastic constriction heightening the sensation as the pulsing continued. My legs weakened, and he slowly withdrew from my ass. He had been saving himself for this moment, his cum dripped out of my hole. He wiped some of it up with his hand and moved it to my mouth.

"Here's a little post sex snack," I licked his hand clean. The salty taste drove me wild with renewed arousal.

I needed more... MORE. "Sir, please fuck me more," I begged, my voice ragged with need.

A fiendish smile crossed his face. "As you wish, my little toy." He spun me back around and forced me to my knees. He shoved my face back into his crotch. "Let's start with another face fucking, shall we?" He grabbed a handful of my hair and began moving my head back and forth on his cock, forcing it down my throat as far as it could go. I felt it continually hit the back of my throat, gagging with each powerful push.

After what felt like an eternity, he pushed one final time and finished again deep in my throat. My gag reflex immediately activated, and I could feel the contents of my stomach rising. He held me tight, then quickly moved my head back as I released right onto the floor in front of him. "Well now that you're empty, we can get back to the fun." He grabbed a ring gag from our toy box and strapped it to my face. He placed his cock through the hole and continued to face fuck me, pushing as hard as he could with each thrust.

My caged cock continues to pulse with excitement, my mind filled with arousal. I'm his toy and he gets to play with me however he wants I think while taking his cock. Then I feel his cock pulsing in my throat, his fluids drain down my throat once again. "I'm not done, lets play with that ass again," he says standing me up and turning my around.

His cock re-enters my ass and his thrusting is more aggressive than his first time. Making sure to pound my prostate with each movement. My moans of pleasure bounces with each thrust. He took his finger and hook it into the ring in my mouth. Playing with my tongue he moved his finger around my mouth. The pleasure was so great I couldn't last any longer. I felt the pressure in my caged cock release and cum drip from the tip. Shortly after, he finished within me once again.

He held me there for a long moment, his softening cock still buried deep inside me as I trembled from the intensity of my second release. My knees felt weak, my body slick with sweat, and my mind blissfully blank. Slowly, he pulled out, leaving me feeling achingly empty. A trail of his cum followed, trickling down my inner thighs.

"Now look at this mess," he said, his voice a rumble. "All over the floor? We can't have that"

He walked over to the toy box and returned with a leather collar and leash. He fastened the collar around my neck, the tight leather a comforting weight against my skin. He clipped the leash on and gave it a gentle tug.

"Come," he commanded, leading me towards the mess we made in the room. "Clean it up. With your tongue."

A wave of submission washed over me as he gently held the leash and pointed at the cum left on the floor. I lowered myself to my hands and knees, the leash dangling between us, and moved into position. I looked up at him, seeking permission, and he gave a nod. I began to lick the floor, tasting the salty mix of our cum. The rough floor against my tongue added a grounding sensation, a reminder of where I belonged.

"Good boy," he murmured, stroking my hair as I worked. "Such a good, obedient boy."

Once the floor was clean to his satisfaction, he tugged the leash again. "Up. Stand."

I rose shakily to my feet and stood in front of him. The leash still in his hand. He circled around me, running his hands over my ass, his touch both possessive and gentle.

"You've been so good to me," he said, his voice softening. "I think you've earned a reward."

My heart leaped. A rewards? Could it be?

"Please, Sir," I whispered, not daring to hope.

He chuckled and reached into his shirt. Attached to a chain was a small key. I recognized the key instantly. He dangled it in front of my face, metal glinting in the light of the room.

"Do you want this?" he asked, his voice teasing.

"Yes, Sir."

"Beg for it."

"Please, Sir," I begged, my voice cracking with desperation. "Please unlock me. I need to feel your hand on my bare cock. I need to cum for you properly. Please, Daddy, let me out."

He seemed to consider my please for a moment, then reached down. I felt a faint touch and hear the click of the key opening the lock. He slowly removed the cage from my now dripping cock. The sudden freedom was overwhelming. Blood rushed into my neglected cock, immediately becoming erect.

"Ah, there it is," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "My pretty cock." He wrapped his hand around it, and I nearly came undone from the simple contact. His touch was so much more intense without the barrier of the cage. "So responsive. So eager to please."

He began to stroke me slowly, his grip firm and sure. I moaned, thrusting into his hand, desperate for more friction. With his other hand, he teased my rim, still sensitive from our earlier activities.

"You've been such a good toy," he said, his rhythm steady. "You've cleaned, you've prepared, you've taken everything I've given you. Now, I'm going to give you what you need. But this time you don't cum until I say so. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I gasped, fighting against the rising tide of pleasure.

He continued to stroke me, his pace maddeningly deliberate. He alternated between long, slow pulls and quick, teasing flicks of his wrist. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear.

"I've thought about this every night I was away," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "Thought about you here, locked up, waiting for me. Thought about how I'd use you when I got back. Did you think about me, toy? Did you touch yourself through the cage, wishing it was my hand?"

"All the time, Sir," I cried. "Every night. I dreamed about you using me."

"Good boy," he praised, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head of my cock, collecting the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there. He brought his thumb to my lips. "Taste yourself."

I eagerly licked his thumb clean, savoring the slightly salty taste. The act was so intimate, so possessive, it sent another jolt of arousal straight through me.

He increased his pace slightly, his strokes becoming firmer. I could feel my orgasm building, a tight coil of heat in my groin. I clenched my fists, trying to hold back, to be good for him.

"Please, Sir," I begged. "May I cum? Please, let me cum for you."

"Not yet," he commanded, his voice stern. "I want to see how long you can last. I want to see you lose control."

He shifted his position, his own hard cock pressing against my ass. He didn't enter me, just let it rest there, a promise of what was to come. The combination of his skilled hand on my cock and the pressure of his against my ass was almost too much to bear. I was trembling, my entire body focused on the pleasure he was giving me.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice filled with a dark sort of pride. "So desperate. So beautiful when you're struggling to obey." He sped up his strokes, his movements becoming more erratic. "Come on, toy. Show me how much you want it. Show me how much you need to cum for your Daddy."

That was it. The combination of his praise, his permission, and his relentless stimulation was my undoing. Everything became undone, my orgasm crashed over me. I cried out his name as my cock pulsed in his hand, cum shooting out in front of me. It was the most intense orgasm of my life, the release made all the more powerful by the month-long denial that had preceded it.

He milked me gently, drawing out every last drop of my pleasure until I was completely spent, collapsing onto the floor in a boneless heap. I was breathing heavily, my body humming with satisfaction.

He knelt down and pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder. "Perfect," he whispered. "Absolutely perfect."

He cleaned me up with a warm cloth, his touch gentle and caring. Then he unlocked the leash from my collar but left the collar itself around my neck. He picked me up from the floor and took me to our bedroom. Setting me on the bed, laying down beside me. He pulled me into his arms.

We lay there in comfortable silence for a while, the aftermath of our intense session settling around us. I felt safe, cherished, and completely sated.

"Get some rest, toy," he said, his voice soft. "You're going to need it. I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be just as eventful."

I smiled, a genuine, contented smile. I couldn't wait.