Eating

You sat down at the table, your eyes still fixed on your daddy as he took a seat across from you. Your body still trembled with desire, your mind consumed by the taste of him. You picked up your fork, prodding at the scrambled eggs on your plate.

"Eat up, slut," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "If you want more you have to what you're told."

You took a bite of the eggs, they were good but you wanted more of daddy's cum.

You finished your meal, you looked at daddy, "I'm all done, can I-", before you finish you request he cuts you of, "Go get cleaned up, slut," he said, his voice firm. "Go shower and make yourself presentable. I'll be waiting."

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you pushed your chair back and stood up, you walked slowly out of the kitchen, your eyes fixed on the floor as you made your way to the bathroom.

As you stepped under the warm spray of the shower, the water cascaded down your body, washing away the stickiness of your daddy's cum from your skin. You felt a thrill run through your veins as you thought about how you couldn't wait to taste him again. You quickly rinsed off the soap and turned off the water, stepping out of the shower and onto the cool tile floor. You grabbed a towel and began to dry yourself off.

You made your way to the bedroom, your eyes fixed on the door that led to the room where your daddy was waiting. As you entered the room, your daddy's eyes locked onto yours, a sly smile spreading across his face. He was seated on the bed, his back against the headboard, and his legs stretched out before him. He gestured to the floor in front of him, and you knew exactly what he wanted. You dropped to your hands and knees.

Your daddy got up from the bed and walked over to you, a roll of black tape in his hand. You felt a shiver run down your spine as he began to wrap the tape around your hands, taking away any use of your fingers. Next he moved to your legs, securing them so you couldn't stand.

As he finished, you feel a surge of excitement mixed with a dash of fear. The tape is tight, restricting your movement, and you know you're completely at his mercy. You try to stretch out your legs, but they're stuck together, forcing you to crawl on your hands and knees.

Your daddy steps back, admiring his handiwork, a pleased smile spreading across his face. "Good slut" he says, his voice low and husky. "Now, come to daddy."

You begin to move forward, you feel a flush rise to your cheeks as you move, your face burning with shame and desire. Your eyes are fixed on your daddy's crotch You can see the outline of his cock through his pants, and your mouth waters in anticipation.

You know its the pills that are making you respond this way but you don't care, you just want the pleasure that you felt before. To get the pleasure you have to please Daddy, you want to please him, to serve him, and to make him happy. When he's happy he makes you feel so good. The desire to submit to him is too overwhelming. Your eyes fixed on him, you begin to beg, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Please, daddy... please let me have it," you whimper, your words trembling with need.

Your daddy's smile widens, and he takes a step closer to you, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You can have my cum, slut," he says. "But first, you need to understand something. You do what I say when I say. Any disobedience will result in punishment. Understand?"