Getting Caught

It was a lonely saturday afternoon and daddy wasn't home from work yet. I had already finished all my chores and watched enough criminal minds to know the art of murdering. I decided to snoop around in daddy's "private" stash. The little box he keeps on the top shelf, in the bedroom closet. I knew it was forbidden but i hadn't been given permission to cum for a whole week! Part of a punishment daddy, had gave me for disobeying.

I grabbed my step stool and headed upstairs into the closet. I peeked out of the window, for safety measures. I let out a sigh of relief and proceeded on my mission. With the help of the step stool and my tippy toes, i was able to reach the box. I quietly cheered for myself and smiled mischievously. I climbed down from the stool and took another peek outside. Phew. Daddy still isn't home, i thought to myself. Time for a little fun.

I opened the box and was delighted to see an abundance of toys i had had taken away, for being naughty. I said out loud to myself, "well, what's to lose?" and giggled, absolutely delighted to play. I take a peek out the window, once again and even glance at the clock, happy to see it blinking 2:37 pm, meaning i had approximately 2 and a half hours before daddy would be pulling into the drive way.

I lay on our spacious California king bed, and just slowly rub my hands up and down my small body, the way daddy would. I stand at only 5 feet and one inch, weighing 135 pounds soaking wet. Pure milk chocolate, as daddy calls me. I moan lightly, loving the way daddy would caress my body and then roughly strip my clothes from my body. I start to remove one article of clothing at a time.

As i peel away my clothes that daddy had picked out that morning, my anticipation rises. I become more needy and hot. As i reach down to remove my hot pink lace thongs, i realize they are soaking wet with my juices, making me work a little harder to get them off. I am so excited to touch my dripping cunt that i shudder at just the thought of it.

I spread my legs, and leisurely trail my hand from my tits to my wet pussy, lightly tracing circles on my swollen clit. I moan a little louder this time, thinking about what daddy would usually whisper in my ear. Delicious raunchy words of a dom, reminding his sub of who she belongs to. How useful and willing every hole on her body is skillfully placed to benefit her dom and his desires. How a sub is only trained for the pleasure of her dom.

I start rubbing harder, replaying the words my daddy says to me. With my eyes clenched shut, i moan louder and arch my back. Enough teasing, time for a fill, i tell myself. I pry my eyes open just a little to take a peek in the forbidden box. A long and thick, neon orange dildo catches my eye. I grab it and get ready for the real excitement.

I rub the toy up and down my slick pussy lips and get ready to indulge in feeling of a cock. Even if it is fake and certainly didn't measure up to daddy's, it'll have to do. I plunge the toy deep into my hole and immediately squirt a little. I let out a squeal of delight and start to slowly move the toy in and out.

After a few minutes of moving slow, i start to pick up the pace. Picking up speed as i pound my pussy with no mercy. Moaning and gasping for air, i'm on the brink of cumming. I'm so lost in my own pleasure, that i don't hear daddy arrive home.

My designated spot for when daddy gets home is a small chair right by the front door, that says ' daddy's patient princess '.when daddy, gets home, i am to assist him in getting his coat and keys hung on the hooks and then following him upstairs to join in on a hot steamy shower. A much needed one, if you ask me.

But, since i'm on punishment, daddy makes me sit on the bed until he is done with his lonely shower, so that i can give him a good sucking off. Which doubles as a reminder that, that cum isn't being spurted and pounded into my pussy, because i'm in trouble.

Speaking of trouble, i don't hear daddy make it into the house and up the stairs to the bedroom, where i left the door wide open giving daddy a perfect view of me, attempting to pound the living shit out of my pussy. He stands back, smirking and shaking his head, knowing that i know better. He waits until i am on the brink of a powerful orgasm to yell my name very forcefully.

"ella!"