Our Day

We awaken, intertwined together, already embracing.
My kiss. "Good morning Sweet one."
Her kiss. "Good morning, Daddy."

Hand in hand we walk to the shower, still not separated.
We enter and wash, ourselves and each other.
Kissing and washing, washing and kissing.
She steps back, spreads herself, the look in her eyes saying "please..."
Our first love of the day.

We dry each other, with sweetness and tenderness.
Returning to our room, she retrieves the box and kneels.
She opens it, her symbol, my collar.
I take it, and together we fasten it around her delicate neck.
Sealed by my kneeling and kissing her.
We dress. She in her uniform, and me in mine.

We eat together, we laugh together and plan together.
We go about our day, and when she senses it she walks by and into my office.
Lust in her eyes, her finger in her mouth and her uniform straining, perched on my desk.
"I need my Daddy... I need his power, I need his love.."
She spreads herself, offers herself, and pleads with her eyes.
We share our second love of the day, her moans echoing and her needs met.
"Thank you Daddy, I always ache for you."

We meet in the evening, again in our room, dressed for dinner.
We dine at our favorite place, eat our favorite meals.
While enjoying our favorite company.
With a smile I explain my plans and desires.
Her face growing flush and ready as she blushes.
Her eyes wide knowing my plans.
"I will make you scream, I will make you mine."

Returning home, her heart beats, her hands tremble as she strips all but our symbol.
Taking her hand as I lead her to our bed.
We share our third love, full of passion, fire and lust.
My love, her love. Melding over and over.
Making her moan, making her mine.

The day ends as it began.
Two half of one whole.
Together.