I was kneeling four feet away from the bedroom door with my hands clasped behind my back; my black and pink collar was laid out elegantly before me. I had lowered my head slightly to face the ground in a way that I could see only the smudges in the floorboards.

Daddy had messaged me twenty minutes before his usual arrival at home that I was to wait for him in the bedroom (compared to the usual routine of waiting in the main foyer for his return from work).

I had of course prepared myself with no questions asked. Even as I slipped on my black panties and pink lace lingerie top, even as I had taken off my day collar to leave room for my play collar; I had not questioned Daddy.

The sound of keys, jiggling. I tried to suppress my excitement as I heard the front door open and close. I tilted my head to gain better hearing as I heard footsteps walk to the bedroom… and right past it. I huffed as I straightened out my position to be just perfect once Daddy decided to stop teasing me and-

I took a deep breath: inhale, exhale. I can wait patiently like a good pet, I reminded myself. (It had not helped my patience when I heard noise coming from the living room’s television.)

Finally, after what felt like hours (though was most likely just over twenty minutes), I heard sudden silence… and footsteps starting towards the bedroom door. Quickly, I straightened my back, parted my legs just as Daddy liked, and eyed the speckles on the floor. Daddy was coming.

A shadow appeared from under the closed door at the same moment that I bit my lip in anticipation. The sound of the doorknob turning caused my breath to go uneven; the sound of him entering caused my panties to become just the tiniest bit wet; and when I saw his shoe-covered feet in my peripheral, I slowly lifted my head.

He tilted his head and smirked teasingly at me. “Well, hello pet. I see you’ve listened.” His tone suggested mockery but I knew it was not that… Daddy was entertained.

I didn’t respond for Daddy had not asked a direct question yet; however, I stretched my neck out the tiniest bit to get his attention. My neck felt unbearably bare, and the collar lying in front of me was like torture. Daddy, my collar, I was tempted to say. Luckily, I have learned that whining gets me nowhere, and so I remained silent.

I didn’t have to suffer any longer because, seeming to take notice of my quiet hint, Daddy bent down to pick up my collar. My eyes shone as I watched him start to walk behind me; then, after a few seconds of him disappearing out of sight, I felt firm yet gentle hands on my neck… until finally, my collar was on.

As soon as the collar clicked, my mindset immediately started to change; as did Daddy’s if his once teasing face, now that of arrogance, was anything to go by.

“Pet,” Daddy began to say, slowly, as he sat into the black leather chair located in the far left corner of the bedroom, “go get me some water,” he demanded. He crossed his legs and leaned back into the chair, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

I didn’t think twice before rising from my knees (Daddy would have told me if he wanted me to crawl) and speedingly walking to the kitchen. I pulled out the tall crystal glass that Daddy all the time uses during a scene and then filled it with water from the fridge (no ice because Daddy says ice water isn’t good for people).

Hurriedly, but not too fast where Daddy would think I was rushing, I re-entered the bedroom to discover a paddle sitting on the edge of the bed that wasn’t there before. I looked at Daddy but he looked unbothered from his chair, scrolling distractedly.

I said nothing as I walked towards him and held out the water. I waited for nearly a minute before I was given even a glance… and waved off. “Set it on the dresser. I don’t want it anymore,” he said, seemingly annoyed. I did as told.

I stood in front of Daddy with my hands clasped behind my back and my legs aside, waiting.

One minute passed. Five minutes passed. Seven-

A heavy sigh came from Daddy as he set his phone down on the nightstand and looked at me. “Hands and knees, on the bed, now.” His voice was entirely monotone, no emotion managing to seek through.

I ran to the bed and took up the position, making sure my top had risen just below my breasts and my bottom was presented in a desirable manner. If Daddy could tease, then so could I. This action was met with a light swat on the behind. “Behave.”

I held down a smirk as I repositioned into the correct position. After getting settled, I felt a hand start to rub against my butt. “Fifty swats by hand on both cheeks, then fifteen on both sides with the paddle. You will count after each one. Mess up and we start over. Is that understood?”

A direct question. “Yes, Daddy. I understand,” I attempted to say confidently, but my quivering voice was most likely heard and acknowledged.

“We start now.”

Swat. “One.”

…

Swat. “Ten.”

…

Swat: “Thirty-five.”

…

Swat. “Forty,” I moaned out.

…

Swat. “Fifty!” I exclaimed as I bucked backward into Daddy’s crotch.

I felt weight on my hair and before I knew it, I was being pulled to face him. “Did I say you could do that?” he demanded.

I shook my head. “No, Daddy,” I said, but I couldn’t help it when my eyes rolled back as my hair was tugged harder.

“You’re such a slut. All you want is to have your pussy filled, huh?” Before I could answer, he said, “Of course you do. Can’t go a day without my cock.” Seemingly done with the conversation, he pushed me back down. “Get back into position. Pull another stunt like that and you won’t cum tonight.”

Once I was back in position, we began again. This time with the paddle.

Swat. “One.”

…

Swat. “Six.” I could feel myself getting wet.

…

Swat. “Twelve.” I noticed that I was empty… I didn’t like it.

…

Once the last swat was received, I remained in my position. I could hear Daddy moving around behind me. Sound of him placing something down. The paddle. Sound of a zipper. Daddy’s pants. Buttons being opened. Daddy’s shirt. At this point, my panties were soaking.

“On your back.” I flipped over onto my back and spread my legs aside and bent to show off my ruined panties. For you, I said without words.

He was standing in front of me, naked. His erect cock the only sign that this was affecting him just as much as me.

“You’re so wet. Such a slut. My slut,” he said as he walked closer to the bed. “All I have to do is look at you, and you get absolutely dick deprived.” He stopped speaking as he stood above me.

A silent whine came from the bottom of my throat as I arched my back off of the bed. “I want your cock, Daddy. Please, please, please,” I begged. No matter how much I tried, I all the time ended up breaking.

Daddy chuckled as he slapped my clothed clit, humor slipping from his face as if it was never there. “Stop the whining or you won’t get it,” he snapped.

I groaned as I threw my head back. Reluctantly, I bit my lip.

Content, Daddy grabbed his cock and began stroking; in turn, my pussy wettened more. I watched as he inched his cock closer to my entrance, feeling him move away my panties and tease me around my hole for a few moments, and then I felt him. Daddy’s cock.

I moaned out in relief at finally getting what I wanted. After a few slow thrusts, Daddy started to get rougher. He grabbed the ring on my collar and pulled me up as he dug his nails in my thigh.

“Who’s slut are you?” he growled.

I moaned out as I clenched around Daddy. “Yours! Yours! I’m your slut, Daddy!”

“That’s-” thrust “right.”

After a few more thrusts, I said, “I have to cum, Daddy!”

“You’ll cum when I tell you to,” he barked as he reached under my top to play with my nipples.

Before I could protest, I felt Daddy hit my g-spot and gasped.

It was a few minutes later, after a few swats to the clit and nipples, that the beloved words came out of Daddy’s mouth. “Cum,” he said.

And I did. A pet’s desire was fulfilled.