Daddy s*x Toy

Daily Rituals

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains as I woke up in Daddy’s arms. My body was pleasantly sore from last night’s session. The new rose-gold collar with the diamond “D” rested against my throat, and the matching ring sparkled on my finger.

I had fallen asleep with Daddy’s c*m still inside me, and I could still feel the faint ache from how thoroughly he had used both my holes.

Daddy stirred behind me, his large hand sliding possessively over my breast before moving down between my legs.

“Morning, babygirl,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. “How does my little toy feel today?”

“Sore… but happy, Daddy,” I whispered, pressing back against him.

He chuckled softly and pushed two fingers inside my p***y, slowly pumping them. “Still full of Daddy’s c*m. Good. I like knowing you’re carrying me inside you all day.”

He removed his fingers and brought them to my lips. I obediently sucked them clean, tasting both of us.

“Today we’re starting a new daily routine,” he said, sitting up and pulling me onto his lap so I straddled him. His thick morning erection pressed against my entrance. “Every morning, before breakfast, you will wake Daddy with your mouth, then ride me until I fill you. After that, you’ll wear the plug and vibrator while you do your chores.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I breathed, already wet and ready.

He guided his c**k to my p***y and pushed inside me slowly, letting me sink down until he was buried to the hilt.

“Ride me, toy. Nice and slow.”

I began moving my hips, rolling them in the way he liked. Daddy’s hands gripped my waist, guiding my rhythm while his eyes stayed locked on mine.

“You’ve come so far in one year,” he said, voice thick with pleasure. “From the shy girl who blushed when I caught her with a toy… to my eager, collared s*x toy who begs to be used every day.”

His words made me moan louder. I rode him harder, the wet sounds of our bodies filling the room.

Daddy reached up and tugged on my collar. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“I belong to Daddy,” I gasped. “I’m your personal s*x toy… your cumslut… every hole is yours.”

He groaned and thrust up into me, meeting my movements. “That’s my good girl.”

He suddenly flipped us so I was on my back. He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand and f****d me hard and deep, his hips slamming against mine.

“Come for me,” he ordered.

The orgasm hit me fast and strong. I cried out, clenching around his c**k as pleasure flooded my body.

Daddy followed right after, burying himself deep and filling me with another load of hot c*m.

He stayed inside me for a long moment, kissing me tenderly.

After he pulled out, he reached for the toys on the nightstand. He slid the medium plug into my ass and the remote vibrator into my p***y, turning it on to a low, teasing setting.

“Keep everything inside while you make breakfast and clean,” he said, kissing my forehead. “If you do a good job, I’ll reward you tonight with the spreader bar and wand.”

I nodded, already feeling the delicious fullness and the gentle buzz between my legs.

“Yes, Daddy.”

The rest of the morning passed in a haze of arousal. I cooked breakfast wearing only my collar and heels, the toys shifting with every movement. Daddy sat at the table, watching me with dark, satisfied eyes while he ate.

When I bent over to clean the counter, he increased the vibrator’s intensity for a few seconds, making me whimper and grip the edge.

By midday, I was desperate and dripping.

Daddy finally called me into his office.

“On your knees under the desk.”

I crawled under and took his c**k into my mouth, sucking him gently while he worked on his laptop and took calls. The toys continued teasing me the entire time.

Every so often he would reach down to stroke my hair or tug my collar, whispering soft praise.

“Good toy… such a perfect c**k warmer.”

When he finally came down my throat, I swallowed every drop like the well-trained toy I was.

Later that evening, after I had served him dinner, Daddy bent me over the dining table and f****d me hard while the vibrator buzzed on high.

I came twice before he filled my p***y again.

As he held me afterward, stroking my back, he whispered, “You’re becoming exactly what I dreamed of, Ava. My perfect, obedient, addicted little s*x toy.”

I smiled against his chest, completely content.

“I love being yours, Daddy.”

And I meant it with every part of me.