Last night, Daddy ordered me to the bedroom to retrieve my wrist cuffs. Being the obedient little girl that I am, I quickly complied, sashaying from the room, wiggling my rear just enough to give Daddy something to think about. When I opened the drawer where my cuffs are stored, I spied my leash and collar. Now, I am not a huge fan of collars, to be honest. I hate the way the collar feels around my neck, so restricting… so, controlling. However, I promised myself that this month I was going to be the very best submissive that I can be…and voluntarily wearing my collar seemed like a good place to start.
So, I did what any good submissive would do. I stripped down to nothing but my black lace panties, affixed both my wrist cuffs and collar to my body, and I attached the leash, allowing the heavy black chain to lay between my bare breasts. As I walked down the hall, I could feel the chain and leather handle of the leash teasing me between my thighs.
When I stepped into the room, Daddy took a deep, audible breath.
“Jesus,” was all he said in response to my offering.
After a long moment of drinking in the sight of his nearly nude, obedient wife, trussed up in chains and cuffs, he said, “Come here.”
I slowly walked to him, never breaking eye contact. When I reached Daddy’s chair, he reached around me and squeezed my behind roughly through my thin panties.
“You are a good girl,” he said. “Thank you.”
“You are welcome, Daddy,” I told him, beaming.
“Now sit down and behave yourself,” he said to me, taking the leash, and taking control.
And that is how we spent our evening. Me, curled up at the feet of the man I love. Daddy, holding the leash of the baby girl he adores. Both content with the dynamic we share.
Thank you for reading! And, happy writing 🙂
P.S. And if you were wondering…yes, the puppies were very confused as to why mommy was the one on a leash 🙂