Three months later
I stood in front of the full-length mirror in Daddy’s our master bedroom, turning slowly to examine my reflection.
The black leather collar was still locked around my neck, the small silver ring gleaming under the soft lights. It had become part of me now. I rarely took it off, even when we went out. Under my elegant silk dress, I wore the medium-sized plug in my ass and a remote vibrator nestled deep in my p***y both turned off for the moment, but always ready for Daddy’s command.
My body had changed in the best ways. My breasts were fuller, my hips softer from the way Daddy fed me and f****d me every day. There were faint marks on my thighs and ass from his hands, and my n*****s stayed slightly sensitive from the regular use of clamps.
I looked like exactly what
