I always loved when he called me “A good girl.” Something about those words makes a tingle run down my spine. It’s the validation that only a Daddy could give his obedient slut. I crave the feeling of giving him pleasure. I loathe the sensation of his cock exploding inside me. He knows all he has to do is give the order, and I will oblige. He is turned on by my unwavering loyalty and obedience. Today was no different from any other day. He called ahead to let me know he was on his way home and instructed me to prepare myself. The huge grin I wore was evidence of what he had in store for me

Moments later, he arrived right on schedule. I wore the sexy lace lingerie with matching silk thigh-high nylons. My feet were covered in the sexiest black stilettos I had in my closet. My face was lightly painted to accentuate my amazing cheekbones, and my hair was pulled up into a sloppy bun. On each wrist, I sprayed a dab of my latest perfume, the scent that drives him wild. I sat on the sofa, legs crossed, waiting patiently to hear the sound of the key unlocking the door to my long-awaited ecstasy.

He arrived dressed sharply in a black designer suit that appeared to be tailored to fit his impressive physique. I could smell the fancy cologne wafting towards my nose as he entered and approached. I stood smiling up at his tall 6”2’ frame. The way my body came alive from his touch still left me trembling and weak at the knees. The way he caressed my face and ran his thumb slowly across my bottom lip nearly melted me. His voice was deep and low when he spoke. “Are you ready to be a good girl?