Pretty well, considering how distracted you are

The chores have become routine by now, but doing them in the nude, with just a collar around your neck, proves a constant distraction. If before you found a hint of eroticism in doing them, now, it feels clearly sexual. Your dad stops by several times to inspect your work (and enjoy the view of your naked body), but as much as you wish that he would, he doesn't use you, sexually.

A few hours later, you're done, and after asking permission, you've taken a quick shower. When you come back downstairs, you father tells you to fetch him a beer and come join him in the living room.

He's sitting on the couch, his legs upon a stool. "Here, Sir," you say, and give him his beverage. You make a move to sit down beside him, to watch the game that's about to start with him, but he shakes his head. "You sit on the floor. There, in front of my feet, face towards me. Do you remember the inspection position? Sit like that, only kneeling, knees spread apart."

You look at him with surprise. "But, the game?" He knows you've been looking forward to watching the game. "Now!" he says, his intonation harsh.

"Yes, Sir." You kneel down in front of him, trying your best to recreate the pose he described.

"The game is for me to watch while you attend to me. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"That's my girl. Now, I'd like you to massage my feet." You do, for a little while. He sits back, relaxing with his beer, watching the game, and as you massage him, you start reflecting on the power differential between you. Not so much the physical, though you're helplessly small and weak besides him, but the mental. How one stern word from him had you scurrying down on your knees, focusing on giving him a fucking foot massage instead of watching the game. He owns you. You wonder how far he would have been able to push you if you hadn't agreed to be his **** for the weekend. He did **** you to go naked before he proposed it. If he had told you to get down under the table and suck him off while he ate, would you have done so? You certainly would have, now, your mindspace sinking more and more into that of an obedient, submissive **** with each passing minute.

"That's good." He interrupts your massage and your train of thought. Kicking the stool aside and spreading his legs, he tells you to come closer. You crawl over, your heart beating like mad in your tiny chest, and sit yourself down between his legs, looking up at him with a look of expectation.