With joy

Your heart is beating faster and faster in your chest, as butterflies start forming in your chest. _This means he wants me. This means he loves me, _you tell yourself.

You're ready. There's no thought of escape in your mind, only a longing to experience what the girl in the images is experiencing. His naked body against yours. His cock down your throat. The taste of him on your lips. The feeling of his cum spurting deep inside you as he uses your wet, willing, plump cunt.

So you start formulating a plan. You'd 'forget' some of your chores, and when he checked, he'd have to punish you. When he'd put you over his lap, he'd discover that you weren't wearing underwear, and then... yes.

You decide to skip laundry, and when Daddy comes home, you surprise him with a big, juicy steak. You're dressed up, having put on an outfit much like the one you saw in one of the videos, and as you eat, you can feel your naked cunt cling wetly against the seat of your chair. You're just waiting for him to finish, and then, when he asks if you've done all your chores, you'll admit to your 'failure'. He'll bend you over his knees, discover your nakedness, and then he'll know you're ready.

Predictably, as he swallows his last piece of food, he asks you. "Have you done all your chores today, Zoe?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I forgot laundry. I got caught up on the computer, looking at old photos of us..."

He looks at you, and smiles. He suspects... "You know what that means. Punishment Get up." You do as you're told, almost too eagerly, but instead of him sliding back to allow you over his lap, he stops you. "No, stand there, on the floor. I have a new punishment for you. I've noticed how you've showed off for me lately. How you've teased me with your body, with the way you've dressed. I've been meaning to punish you for your temptations, and I think I've found the right punishment. Strip."

That's... not what you expected. But... it's more than you could want. This has to mean... you remove your top, unfasten your bra, leaving your breasts free for his enjoyment. "Yes, they're as beautiful as I remember them. Now, the skirt and panties." You unfasten the skirt, and as it slides down, he grins. "No panties. Well, you really are a naughtly little girl today. Come over here."

As you step close, his hand forces its way in between your legs. "You have the most beautiful cunt I've ever seen, do you know that?" You find yourself pressing yourself against him as his fingers find their way inside you.

"Thank you, Daddy," you whisper.

"Now, I want you to clean off this table. Go on, make it a real show for me." Your knees trembling with arousal, you do as you're told. Every time you come over to the table, he touches you, caresses you. If doing this in underwear was a turning you on, doing it in the nude, as he obviously enjoys the show, is ten times more erotic.

"Follow me," he says when you're done, and he leads you upstairs. Past your bedroom, to his.

"I'm guessing you found the pictures of Lucy. That was her name." You nod. "She was my girlfriend for six months, just before you fucked up. And I saw an opportunity. I knew how attractive Lucys sleeve found me. I knew how submissive it was, and how horny. If I put you in her former sleeve, you'd get those inclinations. And then it was just a matter of time. I honestly had expected it to take longer, but there's no point delaying it, now." He goes over to his nightstand, and gets something out of the drawer. "You were useless as a son, but as my girl, you'll make me very happy. You're going to replace Lucy." He stretches his hands forward, and you see that the thing he got was a collar. You lift your chin, eagerly accepting it as he fastens it around your neck. "You're still going to be Daddy's little girl, but now your duties will expand. You'll learn to use this," his fingers stroke your lips, "and this," his fingers slip between your legs again, "to please me in any way I wish. And soon," now his hand is resting on the lower part of your tummy, "you'll give me a new son, to replace the one you've lost me."

You nod, "yes, Daddy," as he points you to the bed. You lie down, on your back, your legs spread, and watch as he undresses. He's so sexy. So masculine. So dominant. So unlike you. As he enters you, a feeling so amazing nothing could have prepared you for it, you wrap your legs around him and whisper to him. "Please, Daddy, fill me with your seed."