You aren't certain that this is playing.

"Now," Daddy's voice is weighty as he pulls his hand back from your face to unzip his trousers. "Use your pretty lips to greet me properly."

Your heart hammers in your chest and your lungs feel tight as you watch him free his dick. It's already erect and it makes you feel warm to know that it is proof of the desire you ignite in your Daddy. Wordlessly you lean forward, pressing your painted lips against his dick in a kiss. Your pink tongue slides out to lavish affection upon the head as you slowly begin to lean forward, sliding the length into your mouth. You keep your arms behind your back as you do, Daddy hasn't told you to do any different yet and you want to do exactly as you're told.

"Hmmm...your mouth is so good..." Daddy rumbles, his free hand stroking your hair as you slowly drag your tongue and lips up and down his shaft. The praise makes you flush and you crave more. More praise, more affection, more contact, more sex, more Daddy. "God, you were worth the wait."

His words spur you on and you begin to push his cock further into your mouth, you can feel his head pressing against your throat and threatening your gag reflex. You summon your will and suppress it, you feel guilty every time you think of the years Daddy had to spend raising you, frustrated that you could not spring forth fully formed and ready to give Daddy all the love he deserved. And so you will do everything and more for him, your body is his to ravish, your mind thinks only of him and your will does not exist. You are Daddy's daughter, Daddy's lover, you are whatever Daddy would have you be you are...you are...

You are Daddy's ****.

The realization makes you shudder and tremble, the tease of an orgasm crashing through your body as the final truth sinks into your soft mind. This is why the outfit is special, you're finally dressing for what you truly are. Daddy made you, Daddy raised you, you're HIS daughter, HIS lover, HIS property. He didn't just mold you to fuck you, he molded you so he could OWN you.

Your excitement makes you speed up and you begin to work more and more of Daddy's cock into your throat. You feel proud that you worked it out on your own and you want to show your appreciation more and more. Your thoughts slide away to be replaced by a chant of 'Daddy, Daddy, Daddy' as you slide up and down. You want his praise, you want his pleasure, you want his cum, and you want him to know that you'll be such a good **** daughter.