I’d like to start out by saying I was twenty and he was thirty-one. Just a regular weekday, but I was overcome with anticipation at the promise of my boyfriend, who I called Daddy, being home that night. He had gone away for a week long trip and I couldn’t wait to see him and have his big cock take control of me once more. A week had been agony. I had woken up with my heart pounding from excitement, my pussy already tingling. It was about ten A.M and he said he would be home that night by nine. I wanted everything to be perfect for him, as any good girl would want for their Daddy. I rolled out of bed and pulled on an oversized tshirt of his, skipping underwear. My dog began running around excitedly, my best friend (aside from Daddy) and my constant companion throughout all of his trips. I poured him some food and sat on the deck with a bowl of cereal, my legs streched out in the sun, feet pearched upon the edge of the deck, and the soft breeze blowing gently past me. I began going over things that I needed to do to prepare for that night. I had had myself waxed the day before and the house was perfectly clean. All I needed was to get his favourite foods to cook dinner and make myself look perfect. Just a few more long hours! I finished eating and walked inside to have a shower. I stripped off the t-shirt and admired myself in the mirror while I let the water get nice and hot. I knew that by tomorrow morning I’d have some new beautiful sex bruises once again; the last ones had faded. I stepped into the hot stream and leaned back letting the water cascade down me. The heat relaxed every inch of me and I began to get lost in the feeling. I closed my eyes and began imagining him being there with me. I ran my hands slowly down my torso, pinching my left nipple with one hand while I slid my right hand between my pussy. He had told me not to touch myself while he was gone and I knew I would be punished for this, but I couldn’t stop. I felt the slippery wetness between my pussy folds and brought it to my lips. Daddy wouldn’t like me doing this, he told me when I got to taste myself. My clit began throbbing at the thought of the punishment I would receive for this. I squeezed some bodywash onto my tits and began rubbing it around, feeling my nipples slide back and forth under my hands. The sensation turned me on even more and once again I began rubbing my aching clit, leaning my head back into the water as I slid my fingers back and forth, electricity pulsing through me. “Daddy,” I whispered into the hot steam. I wished his strong hands were reaching around me right now, one arm slipping tightly under my tits while sliding his free hand slowly down my torso, teasing me up and down each thigh before slipping between my thighs and mersin escort rubbing his thumb in circles around my clit. I knew he’d be whispering in my ear that I was such a good girl and his perfect little slut. I felt my orgasm begin to build up but stopped myself. I hadn’t let myself fully cum the entire time he was gone and couldn’t start now. I was practically taken to my knees from my body wanting to cum so badly. I needed to distract myself. Daddy was the only one that allowed me to cum. I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower and began toweling off. I walked into our room and began my usual lotion routine. Daddy usually did this for me; it was one of his ways to turn me on for the entire day. He never ventured between my legs, just gently massaged the sweet lotion all over my body. As I slowly massaged it into my skin and neared my upper thighs my pussy began begging for contact again. “No!” I thought. “I can make it.” I tried focusing my mind instead on dinner, meticulously going through each thing I’d need to buy and how to prepare it. It half worked at distracting me. Soon, however, my dog began scratching at the door so I directed all my attention to him. “Do you wanna go for a car ride?” I asked him. He began barking and running in circles. “Are you excited for Daddy to be home tonight?” He began running in and out of the room, continuing to bark. “OK, let’s go,” I said, grabbing my purse and keys and heading out the door. Five hours (and one happy dog) later and it was finally the very last hour. Excitement poured through me, my adrenaline at an all time high. One hour and he would be back and I would once again have his cock. My pussy was on fire with want, knowing how rough yet sweet he would treat me. I couldn’t wait to confess that I’d broken his rules twice by touching myself without permission, the worst being that I had tasted myself when I definitely didn’t have permission. I twitched at the thought of his strong hands roughly spanking my round ass. I could feel myself begin to get wet and bit my bottom lip. “What to wear?” I thought as I went through my hangers and looked at different lingerie. I loved it all and had heels to match, but it wasn’t quite right. I knew the simple thing that he loved: seeing me in his clothing. I decided to pair a bit of both, opting for the always hot black lace boy short panties that never failed to make my ass look perfectly round, a matching black lace plunging pushup bra, a lose fitting tshirt of his that just lightly showed my ass peeking out the bottom, and my favourite slipper booties (he liked me looking cute. After all, I was his little girl). I left my hair down, tousled and wavy, my eye make up sultry, lashes long, and a mersin escort bayan deep pink vanilla flavoured lipstain that made my lips look extra juicy and pink. I walked to the closet and picked up a box that contained some of his favourite things to use on me and began setting them out on a chest that was at the foot of our bed. I laid out two sets of shiny handcuffs, a purple ball gag and matching whip, a vibrator, a bottle of lubricant, and some clothes pins. I knew he would be happy that I had prepared this for him, my punishment possibly lessoning. I heard my phone go off and read a text message. It was Daddy! “On my way baby girl, see you in twenty minutes. Be ready for Daddy.” I rushed out to the kitchen and began setting each hot dish on the table. I opted for a candlelit dinner, and began lighting candles, setting the rest of the houses lights to dim, the only one fully on being in the entrance hallway. Everything looked perfect. I checked my hair and make up once again and sat on the couch, waiting for him. My heart began pounding and I sat fidgeting. I could here the clock on the wall tick meticulously. The smell of food wafted towards me, riding over the light smell of cinnamon perforating everywhere else in the house. Cinnamon was his favourite scent. Voices outside and the sound of a car door closing. He was here! I sat rigid, ears straining towards the door. I heard it open. “Baby?” I heard him call. “Daddy!” I yelled, getting up and running to him at the entrance. “There’s my girl!” he said, dropping his luggage and scooping me up in his arms. I wrapped my legs tightly around him and he gripped my ass as we kissed deeply. I couldn’t get enough of him, barely stopping to breathe. “I missed you so fucking much,” I said breathily. He pushed me against a wall, still holding me. “I missed you too baby, it was agony. I missed everything about you.” After a few minutes I loosened my legs from around him and he slid me down until I was back standing. “You look even more beautiful,” he said kissing my forehead. “I brought you these,” he said, handing me a bouquet of white and purple lilies, my favourite flower. “They’re gorgeous,” I said, kissing him once more. “I have some other presents for you, but they will wait until later.” “I missed you fucking me Daddy,” I said, looking up at him with big eyes. “You have no idea baby,” he said smiling at me. I loved how powerful he looked in his suit. He was so tall standing at 6’3, a stocky build. Intimidating, but with kind eyes. “I can smell you did some of your amazing cooking?” “Yes!” I replied excitedly. “I made your favourite foods.” I walked towards the dining room and he gave my ass a nice smack. I smiled coyly over my shoulder at him. We sat escort mersin and he ate. I only had wine. All I wanted was him, he knew this without asking, and paused to smile knowingly at me between food and conversation. We talked about his trip, his meetings, how things were going, how my week was, what I did, if everything was okay. I confessed to going on a movie rental binge for Paco (my dog) and myself to fill in for him not being there. He laughed and told me he’s glad I was never completely alone when he was gone. I cleared the table and we sat on the couch, drinking more wine. He sat relaxed and I sat on his lap feeling a strong buzz. He began running his fingers slowly up and down my thighs and my wetness quickly increased. I leaned in and slowly kissed him. We sat and continued this in silence before he gently pulled away. “I have two more presents for you,” he said, getting up and grabbing a bag. “Open it babe.” I took the bag and reached into it, pulling out a small black box about the size of a bible. I looked at in him before opening it. “Awe babe, you know me so well.” Inside was a small silver buttplug with a glittery round purple jewel at the end. “This is so me.” “This will be in you tonight,” he promised. “Now look at the rest of the gift.” I reached in and pulled out a box of my favourite hazelnut chocolates, and then… “No fucking way! Oh my God! Oh my God! I love you so much I said straddling him and kissing him once again. “I love you!” He had bought me a very expensive designer purse I’d been wanting for the past few months. “I love you too babe. You like it?” “I fucking love it!” We sat kissing for a few moments before he pulled away. “So… Did my baby girl do anything she wasn’t supposed to while I was gone?” I took a deep breath. “Yes Daddy.” “Oh really? Did you do things that I’m going to need to punish you for?” “Yes Daddy.” “And you broke the rules anyway, knowing you’d be in big trouble?” “Yes Daddy.” “Stand up and tell me what you did.” I slowly slid off his lap and stood infront of him, one leg crossed in front of the other while I played with my hair at one side. I knew he loved this. “I touched myself while you were gone.” “More then once?” “Yes.” “Did you do it for awhile?” “Yes.” “Did you make yourself cum?” “No.” “Did you do it until you almost came?” “Yes.” “So you kept doing it until you were about to cum, then you stopped?” “Yes Daddy.” I could feel my pussy tingling. “Did you stop yourself because you knew that that would make things worse when I returned?” “Yes Daddy.” “Is there more?” “Yes. I licked off my fingers to taste my pussy.” “Did you do this more then once?” “Yes.” “Did you do this throughout the entire week?” “Yes.” “Did you do it today?” “Yes, but just this morning, in the shower, that’s it.” “So you broke two rules multiple times throughout the week.” “Yes Daddy.” My clit was pounding, I knew what came next. “Well then,” he left a menacing pause. “I guess I’ll have to punish you.” He stood.