She has to wear the Red Lust sticker

Out from the Box he pulled the Lust sheet out, and pulled off one of the red hearts. I quivered as he did, knowing what he planned to do. It was hard to tell if it was from excitement or fear. Probably both.

"You'll wear this the entire time, until I say otherwise." he said. "Now come here."

I came up to him, still shaking. He placed the sticker right over my shaved pussy, running a thumb over my clit as he did. A surge of arousal surged through me and I let out a soft noise of pleasure. My body burned with desire, a hot flash that made my skin stick up on end, and my pussy clench.

He smiled and playfully smacked my ass, "Now, get to work."

I did, to the best of my ability. Master had ordered me to clean the kitchen, and I did, even if my entire body was shaking. My nipples ached so hard, but when I pinched them I felt nothing but a surge of greater lust. I carried a plate to the kitchen with one hand and gently rubbed at my pussy with the other, to no avail.

Master saw me do this and said, "Don't touch yourself while you're working. You'll make a mess."

I nodded shakily, "Y-yes master."

"And don't call me master. Just call me daddy." he snorted as he said that.

I turned on the sink and shivered at the splash of water on my skin, "Yes d-daddy. Of course, d-daddy."

As he commanded, so did I do. I grabbed pots and pans and plates and brought them to the sink, washing them the best I could while trying not to think about daddy. If I did well, maybe he would reward me, maybe he'd let me fuck him or suck him or maybe just touch him. Something, anything to alleviate my burning desire.

A line of liquid arousal dripped down my leg, my pussy lips swollen with a need I could not fulfill, not without daddy. But I focused, I cleaned as best I could. I heard cloth fall on the floor and looked over my shoulder expecting to see one of the towels on the floor.

Daddy had dropped his pants and was stroking his sizable cock while watching me, a sly smile on his face. My eyes were glued to it immediately, and I think even a bit of drool dribbled out of my mouth. He leaned back in his chair, stroking slowly as he did.

"Do a good job on the kitchen and I met let you get relief." he promised, still smiling.

I shuddered and turned back around working furiously as I did, "Yes daddy, of course!"

It took what felt like an eternity to clean the kitchen. Perhaps my excitement made it feel longer, all I could think about was daddy stroking his cock and watching me. I wanted to be done before he was, so I could finish him off and please him and myself. But I knew if I did a poor job he might not reward me.

Finally I finished, the dishes away, the sink clean and the counter spotless. I stepped to the side and let daddy inspect it, anxiously shifting from one foot to the other. After looking it over, he turned to me and gave me an answer.