Waiting!

Daddy had messaged me to say that he'd be home at 6:30 and that I was to prepare myself for his pleasure. My heart quickened as I read his text. Tonight I was going to be Daddy's and it's my desire to please him; as usual, and in doing so, I knew that by the end of the night I would be just as loved and sated.

How Daddy would get me to that point I didn't know, but from experience he would take me down one of the many paths he can so easily create that results in each of us reaching the last stanza of the symphony at the same time, crashing like cymbals into one another, our souls vibrating like the strings of a cello; deep vibrations pulsing through each of our beings as we took one another to the edge of the stage before crashing over into the pit.

I started my preparations with a Jasmine bath and as I ran the bath I mixed 10 drops of pure Jasmine oil with milk before pouring it gently into the not too hot water. I slipped my chemise off my shoulders and glanced at myself in the floor to ceiling bathroom mirror.

I smiled at myself, as Daddy said every time he saw me, 'I'd been created by a craftsman'; the long slender length of my body, the long, perfectly proportioned legs, the breasts that stood high and firm on my chest; round, soft and lightly tanned; with nipples that went from buttons to elongated whenever the situation caused the vibrations to start in my core and permeate to my extremities and all places in between.

My mane of auburn hair cascaded around my face and tumbled over my shoulders before caressing my breasts in a sensuous collection of curls and ringlets that meant that my nipples played peekaboo with the audience; if I had one.

My smooth, hairless mons and cleft, exposed and laid bare my centre to Daddy both visually and tactilely. His eyes can feast on me at their leisure and his hands and cock can touch, caress and enter at will.

As I indulged my self-centred enjoyment of my body, I slowly turned and swung my leg over the side of the bath, feeling my lips part slightly as the action spread my labia. My hands went to the cool, smooth porcelain of the edge of the bath as I swung my other leg over and gently lowered my body into the welcoming, fragrant warmth and wetness of the bath. Later, I hoped to welcome Daddy into my own warmth and wetness so that he could enjoy the welcoming confines of my cunt, his cunt, as firstly his fingers spread and readied me, before his turgid shaft of steel would spread and fill me.

I could feel the pulse in my throat start to hammer at the thought of him spreading and filling me to the point where for me, nothing else existed in the world apart from the sensations that emanated out from my core. Being stimulated to the point where our minds, bodies and souls merged; my body became his and I became an extension of his cock. I closed my eyes and savoured the warmth and scent of the Jasmine. The water felt so intimate as it caressed and filled my crevice and swirled gently over my breasts. My nipples extended and hardened, untouched by my hands but caressed by my mind as my thoughts turned to Daddy's entry into the house later this evening.

I lathered my hair, working the shampoo all the way down to the roots. That task completed, I arched back into the water to rinse the suds from the strands as they cascaded back into the water. Next I worked the conditioner through my locks and lay back to enjoy the gentle, sensual movement of the water across my skin.

I lathered my womanhood and ran the razor gently over my mons and across my labia, leaving them silky smooth and glistening and with the early signs of swollen arousal starting to part the lips and reveal the divine soft-pink, silkiness of my depths; Daddy's well.

As the water started to cool, I arched again and rinsed the conditioner from my locks before removing the plug and rising to stand proud and aroused in the bath. Water streamed down my skin, cascading off my breasts and cooling my flesh as the air and the water met to gently remove some of the heat from my skin. I reached for the luxuriant, fluffy, aqua towel on the rack at the end of the bath and wrapped my body in its warm, soothing texture. I took a smaller one and turbaned my hair and gently stepped from the bath. I slid the towel over my body to absorb the moisture and return a snugness to my being; warm, clean, Jasmine-scented and slightly aroused.

I took in my curves, the pigmentation of my aureoles and nipples and the plumpness of my cleft. I raised my hands and cupped my breasts. Ever since they started to develop at the tender age of 14, I've loved the feel of my breasts. The smooth curves, the pliant, malleability of the flesh itself and the sensitiveness of my nipples.

I love my body.

I slid the palms of my hands up along the underside of each breast and then lightly across each of my nipples which caused them to peak, harden and send quivers down to my cleft.

'Fuck that feels so good,' I whispered to myself. I looked at them in the mirror and could see how much that the aureoles had constricted too, the little bumps even more obvious in arousal.

'Hurry home Daddy.'

I removed the turban and tossed my mane to and fro and ran my fingers through it to loosen the curling tresses. I took the drier and started to remove the dampness so that the hair became soft and springy, framing my face and tumbling across my shoulders and down my back.

The tresses shone as they dried and framed my face. 'Up or down?' 'Hmmm.' 'Up I think, you like it that way.' Not that it will stay up for long once you gets your hands on me.

Time to sheen my body. I reached for the Jasmine-scented lotion that you bought me and squeezed a copious amount across the top of my breasts. I then used the tips of my fingers to spread the lotion across my breasts and down my torso. The coolness of the lotion fighting with the heat of my flesh.

'Oooo, so nice,' I sighed and my body shivered in the delight of my touch. My desire was building touch by touch.

I proceeded to smooth the lotion into my skin, working down from my neck, across my breasts and down my abdomen. I then squeezed a nice amount into my palm, rubbed it into both hands and then sat on the edge of the bath, spread my legs and started to spread it along my thighs and into my cleft.

My stomach clenched as my fingers touched the hyper-sensitive, swelling folds of my sex. I was aching to touch myself properly but I want to save that for you.

You definitely wouldn't be pleased if you knew I'd indulged myself to the point of climax before you got home. I knew it would be worth the wait. Cumming together was always so much better than cumming alone.

I took some more lotion and did my calves and feet before covering my arms and coating them with the sweet smelling lotion. I stood and indulged myself again. My body had a lovely sheen. I'm sure you'll like it, you always do.

These preparations always get me turned on. The touching, the anticipation about what's going to happen, the expectations; will you be rough or gentle, dominant or loving, take me then and there or fuck me all over the house; standing up, over the couch, against the wall, on the table?

I'm getting sopping just thinking about it. You're everything a girl desires. Virile, strong, loving, caring, generous, possessive, lots of stamina and a cock to die for. I have no regrets about giving myself to you; totally.

'Wow!' I think I'm ready. I can feel I'm ready because my cream is seeping out of my slit and starting to trickle down my thighs. I reach down and wipe upwards with my fingers and capture the silky, viscous lubricant. I bring my hand up and spread my fingers and the fluid creates strands between my fingers. 'What magic stuff a woman's juice is,' I ponder. Amazing properties, designed purely to ease the penetration of a cunt by a cock. Daddy's going to go in so easily tonight.

I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck on my slick fingers.

'Oh fuck,' I love the taste of my juice. So soft, creamy and just plain yummy.

I have to stop this or I'll come. I'm so wet and swollen and a gentle vibration is running through me knowing that tonight I'll eventually fall asleep, sated, loved and cared for. The journey will be unpredictable, but the last stanza will be unbridled joy.

I check the time and raise my eyebrow. I better get in position, you'll be home at any moment. I take one more look at myself before heading for the front of the house, grabbing my submissive knee mat on the way.

I place it on the floor where you'll see me as soon as you enter and kneel; my bare buttocks resting on my heels, my knees spread, back straight, eyes cast down and palms turned upwards on my thighs.

I take a deep breath, 'relax babe.' 'Let the tension go.' Every cell of my body and mind focuses and waits, but the tension, the anticipation doesn't go away.

I hear the car come into the driveway and soon the sound of the door opening and closing. The sound of leather on gravel reaches my ears followed by the tread of a male on the timber porch. A key enters the lock, the latch turns and the door swings open. 'Daddy!' my mind screams.

I daren't look up but I imagine you're still in the suit you left in this morning; but with the coat unbuttoned, the vest in place, the collar of your shirt unbuttoned and the crimson tie loosened from around your neck. The charcoal suit contrasting with and enhancing your complexion.

'You look so fucking hot in a suit.' Every time I see you in one, I fill with lust.

You close the door and I sense you standing there admiring me. I can feel your eyes patrolling my body with radar-like intensity. I close my eyes and bathe in the joy that your gaze creates in me. You looking at me with your adoring, deep, brown pools. Those beautiful eyes scanning me from top to toe. Enjoying the sensuous, voluptuous curves of my body.

I'm forever thankful that I'm so adored, treasured and cherished by beautiful you. Many wouldn't understand my unconditional gift of my entirety to you. But your love is limitless, your care always present, your enjoyment paramount; but hand in hand with mine. I had gifted myself to you to use as you wish, safe in the knowledge that you would never do anything to harm me. On the other hand I knew you will continue to push the boundaries of my tolerance to submissive acts that sated not only your needs but took me to new places of pleasure that I'm sure I would never have discovered by myself.

Daddy had collared me two months after our initial meeting. I loved the feel of the collar; so intimate, so possessive so blatantly confirming of your ownership of me to both myself and those that we met and played with.

You circled me slowly. I didn't raise my eyes but watched your glossy shoes pass before my eyes. I was so tempted to look up to see if there was a bulge in your trousers. I expected there was, knowing how much you adore coming home to me presented like this.

You walk away into another room and I hear the sound of a cupboard door opening and closing. 'The toy cupboard?'

You return and stand before me. I can see my distorted reflection in the caps of your shoes. Your hand comes and rests on my chin and exerts gentle pressure to tell me to raise my head. I do; my eyes slowly traversing the length of your body. Up your legs.

'Yes!' Swollen and so very hard; I can tell. The large bulge in the trousers tells me my preparations have not been in vain. You're definitely turned on.

The sight of that causes a gentle expulsion of juice from my cleft as my stomach clenches at the sight. My eyes climb up your torso and you're exactly as I had imagined; tie loosened, collar undone and looking as sexy as fuck.

A slight smile creases your cheeks as you gaze down on me. You nod slightly to show your approval. One hand stays on my chin but the other's behind your back.

'What had you retrieved from the cupboard?'

My mind sifts through the options like a sorting machine. My mouth starts to dry up in anticipation of what tonight may hold. My heart's pounding in my chest. I'm sure my breasts are bouncing in rhythm with the thudding of my heart. I strain to get an angle that would give me a clue as to what tool of pleasure I'm going to be on the receiving end of tonight?

You look uncomfortable. I can't wait to ease that discomfort. So hard and you haven't even touched me. You're so visually stimulated that I know that your underwear will be sporting a growing dark patch as your cock oozes pre-cum from its slit.

You're feasting on my completely hairless body. Smooth. Silky. Lotioned. Open for exploitation and pleasure; your pleasure which would in turn result in me tumbling into a vat of sensual arousal and release.

I see that your eyes drop to my cleft and I can feel my flower opening. The petals spreading in the early morning sunshine created by your wanton gaze. Your face darkens with arousal; your lips pressed together as you fight the urge to take me there and then.

To see such desire for me right before my eyes causes drops of moisture to make their way from my centre, gathering at my opening before stretching to the floor beneath me. A continuous flexing strand of juice making its way to pool on the floor beneath my aching cunt.

I swallow. My mouth dry with trepidation as to what tonight would hold.

You circle me again, your hand trailing from my chin across my cheek to my ear; shiver!

Through my tresses to the other ear; shiver! Back to my other cheek. Your fingers slide across my lips and I part them slightly. You hook your fingers into my mouth and tilt my head up. My body starts shaking uncontrollably. Goose bumps race across my skin. My skin reacting to the impending engagement with you.

'Now Daddy!' 'Take me.' 'I can't wait,' my mind gasps.

My slit's dripping copiously now. All these vibrations end up in my core and I can feel my clit is swollen and pulsing, my labia blooming.

'I need to cum and I needed to cum now.'

Possession, I love being the object of your possession. At this point I'll give you anything.

You bring your hand into view and my eyes widen and a violent shudder runs through me.

'The crop!'

My breaths shorten. I feel a flush of arousal suffuse my cheeks before bleeding literally, down my neck, across my upper chest before surging a like a red tidal wave across my breasts. I feel the tightness in my nipples as they pucker and peak in anticipation. The aureolas crinkling and compressing to half their normal diameter. A slow, deep throbbing surged through my cunt causing another expulsion of silky, creamy lubricant.

'Fuck, I don't think I could stand,' if I tried. My legs feel like jelly.

A smile spreads across your face. You can see that I am very ready for tonight.

'Swish!'

An expert flick of the wrist sends the crop speeding through the air. A whimper escapes my lips and my body shudders from top to toe.

'Swish! Shudder!'

'Swish! Shudder!'

A blur of leather rips back and forth before my eyes, slicing the air with a powerful 'swish'. Will the pain morph to pleasure?

A change of tempo. You reach out the crop and trail it across my left nipple. It hardens painfully, my body trembling in a sensual fever, beneath your touch. Yet ripples of pleasure surge down to my clit.

You do the same to the right nipple. It's tight and peeked; painfully so, before you even touch it.

'Tap, tap, tap,' on my left nipple.

'Tap, tap, tap,' on my right nipple.

Gentle but penetrating flicks, because the impact is felt in my loins. My abdomen and core clench with each tap. A staccato rhythm of tap, tap, tap on alternating breasts.

The pulse in my clit's now in rhythm with the beat of the crop on my nipples.

'Fuck Daddy, I'm on fire.' 'Do it!' 'Do it NOW!'

My face is perspiring from the sexual energy that surges through me. My brow and upper lip are beaded. A rivulet run between my breasts.

The tapping stops.

'Princess, it's time to eat.'

'Fuck! So close yet so far.' 'Sheeeeee!'

Daddy leaves the room and I hear a cupboard door open, and close shortly after. I raise my eyes, wondering, 'What's next?'

The footsteps head my way and Daddy stands before me, a silken cord swinging from his hand. The soft crimson cord looks like it's intended for me.

'Hands behind your back Princess.'

I quickly obey; to delay is foolhardy. I've learnt that the hard way.

Daddy walks behind me and quickly lashes my wrists together, firmly, but not too tight, but definitely restraining. 'Good girl.' 'Now you've made quite a mess on the floor beneath you. Before we have our meal, I want that cleaned up.'

With that, you turn and head to the dining room.

I manoeuvre my body by walking on my knees to get a better view of my task. My eyebrows raise when I see the pool of girl cream that's puddled on the floor beneath me. I look between my parted thighs and I can see a strand dangling from my lips, stretching like a bungy rope towards the floor and then retreating. Oscillating up and down, held together by the viscosity of my cream. I turn and look at the pool on the floor; a creamy meniscus of girl goo.

'Thank goodness I put my hair up,' I thought as I bent to lick the syrup up.

My tongue snakes out and laps it into my mouth. The sweet tang making me quiver. I work my way around it in a circle, gradually shrinking the diameter of the pond until it's all back where it all began. My back ached from the position you've put me in but I slowly straighten in the knowledge that you'll be pleased with me and my reward won't be far away.

I struggle to my feet, my legs trembling, heart thumping and head towards the dining room.

Time to feed Daddy.