Daddy s*x Toy

One Year Later

It had been exactly one year since Daddy caught me with that silly pink vibrator and decided I no longer needed toys.

I stood in front of the mirror in our master bedroom, turning slowly. The delicate rose-gold collar with the small diamond “D” pendant sparkled against my neck. It had replaced the plain leather one on special days. Under my short silk robe, I wore the medium plug in my ass and the remote vibrator deep in my p***y both waiting for Daddy’s command.

My body had changed. My curves were softer, my skin carried faint marks from his hands and teeth, and my n*****s stayed sensitive from regular clamp use. I no longer looked like the shy, grieving 19-year-old who had moved in after Mom died.

I looked like what I had become: Daddy’s perfectly trained s*x toy.

The door opened. Alexander Voss — my stepfather, my owner, my everything stepped in, still wearing his tailored black suit from the day’s meetings.

His eyes darkened with hunger the moment he saw me.

“Turn around, babygirl. Let Daddy see you.”

I obeyed, letting the robe slip off my shoulders until it pooled at my feet. I stood naked except for the sparkling collar and high heels.

Daddy walked behind me, his large hands sliding over my waist and cupping my breasts. He tugged gently on my n*****s, making me gasp.

“You’ve become even more beautiful,” he murmured, lips brushing my ear. “My perfect little toy.”

He turned me to face him and kissed me deeply, possessively, his tongue claiming my mouth the same way he claimed every part of me.

“On the bed,” he ordered softly. “On your back. Legs spread.”

I climbed onto the huge bed and opened my thighs wide for him.

Daddy removed the plug from my ass and the vibrator from my p***y, then replaced them with his fingers, stretching and teasing me until I was dripping and whimpering.

“Tell me what you are,” he said, voice low and commanding.

“I’m Daddy’s s*x toy,” I moaned. “Your personal f**k toy. Every hole belongs to you.”

He rewarded me by sliding his thick c**k into my p***y in one smooth thrust. I cried out in pleasure as he filled me completely.

He f****d me slow and deep at first, eyes locked on mine.

“One year ago you were innocent and broken,” he said between thrusts. “Now look at you collared, trained, addicted to Daddy’s c**k. You take me in every hole like the perfect toy you were born to be.”

His pace increased. He reached between us and rubbed my c**t while pounding into me.

“Come for me, babygirl.”

I shattered hard, screaming his name as my p***y clenched around him. Daddy groaned and followed, filling me with hot, thick c*m.

Afterward, he pulled me into his arms, holding me close against his chest.

“I have something for you,” he whispered.

He reached into his pocket and took out a small velvet box. Inside was a beautiful rose-gold ring with a single sparkling diamond.

It wasn’t a traditional engagement ring.

It was a promise that I belonged to him forever.

“Will you wear this, Ava?” he asked, voice soft but firm. “As proof that you choose to stay as my s*x toy, my babygirl, my partner… for the rest of our lives?”

Tears filled my eyes. “Yes, Daddy. Always.”

He slipped the ring onto my finger, then kissed me again slow, deep, full of possession and love.

Later that night, after another intense session where he used both my holes while I wore the spreader bar and n****e clamps, we lay tangled together.

I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, the new ring glinting on my finger and the collar warm around my neck.

“Do you ever regret claiming me?” I asked quietly.

“Never,” he answered without hesitation. “You are the best thing that ever happened to me.”

He tilted my chin up so I was looking into his eyes.

“And you? Do you regret becoming Daddy’s s*x toy?”

I smiled, snuggling closer.

“Not for a single second.”

Daddy kissed my forehead and tightened his arms around me.

“Good. Because you’re mine forever now. My collared, trained, loved little s*x toy.”

As I drifted off to sleep, safe and completely owned in his arms, I whispered the words that had become my truth:

“I’m yours, Daddy. Forever.”