Daddy s*x Toy

Shopping For My New Life

I woke up sore.

Every muscle ached in the most delicious way. My p***y felt swollen and used, and when I shifted under the silk sheets, I felt the sticky remnants of Daddy’s c*m still leaking out of me.

Last night hadn’t been a dream.

I turned my head. Alexander no, Daddy was already awake, propped up on one elbow, watching me with those intense gray eyes. He was naked, his muscular chest and abs on full display, his thick c**k half-hard against his thigh.

“Morning, babygirl,” he said, voice deep and rough from sleep. His hand slid possessively over my hip, squeezing my ass. “How does your little cunt feel?”

Heat rushed to my face. “Sore… but good.”

He smirked. “That’s because Daddy stretched you properly for the first time. You’ll get used to it. Soon you’ll be craving my c**k every hour.”

He rolled me onto my back and spread my legs without asking. Two thick fingers pushed inside me, making me gasp.

“Still full of my c*m,” he murmured approvingly, pumping slowly. “Good. I want you dripping with me all day.”

I whimpered, hips rocking against his hand.

He pulled his fingers out and brought them to my lips. “Clean them.”

I sucked obediently, tasting both of us.

“Such a good little toy already.” He kissed my forehead almost sweetly, then stood up. “Shower. Get dressed in something pretty but easy to remove. We’re going shopping.”

“Shopping?” I asked, sitting up.

He glanced back at me, eyes dark. “Yes. My s*x toy needs proper equipment. Collars. Plugs. Vibrators I can control. Lingerie that shows off what belongs to me. And a few outfits so I can f**k you wherever I want.”

My stomach flipped with nervous excitement.

An hour later, I was sitting in the passenger seat of his sleek black Mercedes as he drove us to an exclusive private boutique downtown. The kind of place that didn’t have signs outside only members knew it existed. Daddy had called ahead.

The moment we stepped inside, a elegant woman in her thirties greeted us with a knowing smile.

“Mr. Voss, welcome. And this must be your new… project.”

Daddy’s hand rested possessively on the small of my back. “My personal toy. She needs everything.”

I blushed furiously as the woman led us to a private room in the back. It looked more like a luxurious bedroom than a*****e soft lighting, mirrors everywhere, racks of lingerie, shelves of toys, and glass cases with beautiful leather collars and cuffs.

Daddy sat in a large leather armchair like a king while I stood nervously in the center.

“Strip,” he ordered calmly.

I hesitated only a second before peeling off my short sundress, leaving me in just a tiny lace thong.

The woman didn’t even blink. She started bringing items over.

First came the collars.

Daddy made me try on several. A delicate silver chain with a small heart lock. A thick black leather one with a metal ring. A pink one with “Daddy’s Toy” engraved in gold.

He chose the black leather one, buckling it around my neck himself. His fingers brushed my throat as he clicked the lock shut.

“Perfect,” he murmured, tugging the ring lightly. “This stays on. Always.”

Next were the plugs.

He made me bend over the padded bench, ass up, while the woman handed him different sizes. He lubed a medium-sized black plug and pressed it against my tight hole.

“Relax, babygirl. Daddy’s going to train this pretty ass too.”

I moaned as he pushed it in slowly, the fullness making my p***y clench. Once it was seated, he gave my ass a firm spank.

“Keep it in all day. I want you feeling me even when I’m not inside you.”

Then came the remote-controlled vibrator.

He chose a sleek egg-shaped one and slid it deep into my soaked p***y while I was still bent over. He turned it on low, and my knees almost buckled.

“Remote is on my phone,” he said with a wicked smile. “I’ll play with you whenever I feel like it in the car, at dinner, even during my meetings.”

The woman brought lingerie next sheer babydolls, crotchless panties, harnesses that framed my breasts and left my holes accessible.

Daddy picked several sets, then had me model them for him, making me twirl and pose while the vibrator buzzed inside me.

By the time we left the boutique, I was wearing the collar under a light scarf, the plug stretching my ass, and the vibrator humming on a low setting that kept me right on the edge.

In the car, Daddy finally turned it up.

I gasped, gripping the seat as pleasure shot through me.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, eyes on the road.

I obeyed, moaning as the vibrations intensified.

“You’re not allowed to come until we get home,” he said casually. “If you do, I’ll punish that pretty p***y tonight.”

I bit my lip hard, trying to hold back as the car filled with the wet sounds of my arousal.

“Daddy… please…”

He smiled, one hand reaching over to pinch my n****e through my dress.

“Beg nicely, toy.”

“Please, Daddy… let your little s*x toy come.”

“Not yet.”

The drive home felt endless. By the time we pulled into the garage, I was shaking, tears of frustration in my eyes.

He turned off the vibrator and looked at me.

“Inside. On your knees in the living room. You’re going to thank Daddy properly for all your new toys… with your mouth and that tight little cunt.”

I was dripping, desperate, and completely owned.

As I followed him into the house, collar hidden but heavy around my neck, plug shifting with every step, I realized something terrifying and thrilling:

I was starting to love being Daddy’s s*x toy.