Daddy s*x Toy

The Rules

The next morning, I woke up in Daddy’s bed.

I didn’t remember falling asleep there. After he f****d me senseless on the couch, he must have carried me upstairs. My body was deliciously sore p***y still tender, ass slightly stretched from the plug he’d left inside me overnight, and the black leather collar snug around my throat.

I was completely naked except for the collar.

Daddy was already awake, sitting up against the headboard, scrolling through his phone. He looked powerful even in bed bare chest, dark hair tousled, the sheet barely covering his hips.

“Morning, babygirl,” he said without looking up. His free hand reached over and casually cupped one of my breasts, thumb brushing my n****e until it hardened. “Did you sleep well with Daddy’s c*m still inside you?”

I bit my lip, cheeks heating. “Yes, Daddy.”

He finally set the phone aside and turned to me, eyes dark with satisfaction.

“Today we start your official rules. Sit up.”

I pushed myself upright, the plug shifting inside me and making me clench.

Daddy reached into the nightstand and pulled out a small black notebook. He opened it and began reading in a calm, authoritative voice.

“Rule One: You will call me Daddy at all times when we’re alone. No exceptions.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Rule Two: No panties in the house. Ever. Your p***y and ass stay accessible to me.”

I nodded, already feeling exposed.

“Rule Three: The plug stays in your ass unless I remove it or tell you to. You’ll wear progressively larger sizes until you can take my c**k there comfortably.”

My breath hitched at the thought.

“Rule Four: You ask permission to touch yourself or come. Your orgasms belong to Daddy now.”

He looked up, eyes locking on mine. “Rule Five: You will wear whatever I choose for you collar always visible when we’re home, lingerie or nothing at all. When we go out, you’ll wear the remote vibrator so I can play with my toy whenever I want.”

He closed the notebook and set it aside.

“Any questions, toy?”

I swallowed hard. “What if… someone sees the collar?”

A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. “Then they’ll know exactly what you are. My personal s*x toy. My property.”

He pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him, my bare p***y resting against his hardening c**k.

“Today is a test day,” he murmured, hands gripping my hips. “I have a few video calls this morning. You’re going to sit under my desk and keep Daddy’s c**k warm in your mouth while I work. If you do a good job, I’ll reward you. If you make me come before I’m ready… I’ll edge you for hours tonight without letting you finish.”

My p***y clenched at the threat.

He lifted me slightly and guided his thick morning wood to my entrance, pushing in slowly until he was buried to the hilt.

I moaned, head falling back.

“Ride me gently,” he ordered. “Get me nice and wet for your mouth.”

I rocked my hips slowly, feeling every inch of him stretching me. He watched my breasts bounce with hooded eyes, occasionally tugging on the ring of my collar.

After a few minutes, he lifted me off and pointed to the floor.

“Under the desk. On your knees.”

I crawled under his large mahogany desk in his home office. He sat down, spreading his legs, and guided my head to his c**k.

“Open.”

I took him into my mouth, sucking softly as he turned on his laptop and started his first video call.

The position was humiliating and thrilling. I could hear him speaking professionally to his business partners calm, commanding, in control while I worshipped his c**k with my tongue and throat, careful not to make noise.

Every few minutes he would reach down and stroke my hair or tug the collar, silently praising me.

Halfway through the second call, he turned on the remote vibrator he’d slipped back inside me earlier. The sudden buzz against my c**t made me whimper around his c**k.

He didn’t even pause his conversation. He simply turned the intensity up.

My thighs trembled. I sucked harder, trying to stay quiet as pleasure built rapidly.

“Don’t you dare come,” he warned under his breath during a short break between calls, voice low enough that only I could hear. “Not until I say.”

I was dripping down my thighs, desperate, the plug in my ass and vibrator in my p***y pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

When the last call finally ended, Daddy pushed his chair back slightly and looked down at me.

My face was flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy with unshed tears of need.

“Look at my pretty toy,” he murmured, stroking my cheek. “So desperate to come. Have you been a good girl?”

I nodded frantically, still gently sucking the head of his c**k.

He smiled.

“Then come for Daddy. Now.”

He turned the vibrator to maximum.

I exploded instantly, moaning loudly around his thick shaft as my orgasm ripped through me. My whole body shook, p***y gushing around the toy while I kept sucking him through the waves of pleasure.

Only when I started coming down did he grip my hair tighter and f**k my throat in short, deep thrusts.

With a low groan, he came hard, flooding my mouth with thick, hot c*m.

“Swallow every drop, babygirl.”

I did, eagerly, not wasting any.

When he finally pulled out, he lifted me onto his lap and kissed me deeply, tasting himself on my tongue.

“You did very well today,” he praised, voice soft. “Daddy’s proud of his little s*x toy.”

He reached between my legs and gently removed the vibrator, then patted the plug still seated in my ass.

“We’re not done yet. Tonight, after dinner, I’m taking this plug out… and replacing it with something much bigger.”

My p***y clenched at the promise.

He kissed my forehead tenderly.

“Now go put on the new lingerie I bought you. No panties. I want easy access while I work from home the rest of the day.”

I stood up on shaky legs, collar warm around my neck, body marked and owned.

As I walked toward the bedroom to change, I realized with a mix of fear and dark excitement:

I was no longer just living in Daddy’s house.

I was becoming exactly what he wanted me to be.

His perfect little s*x toy.