“Yes Daddy” I say, nodding my head.
With Daddy at work I get started on my tasks, deciding to start with the special tasks he gave me. The first challenge however is getting up the steep steps to the rest of the house in the high heels padlocked to my feet whilst carrying the latex catsuit and penis gag, I consider taking off the heels but then I notice the camera at the top of the stairs and realise that Daddy is always watching, waiting to punish me. My legs are tired and shaky by the time I make it up the stairs and I have to rest for a moment before heading to the bathroom.
In the bathroom I start to run a hot soapy bath to clean the catsuit and gag. Cleaning them doesn’t take that long and I leave them on a towel to dry.
I considered getting in the bath and shaving myself but decided to do it later, thinking that I will be hot and sweaty after cleaning the house. I spend much of the rest of the day completing the mundane chores of cleaning the house, dusting, moping, tidying, only stopping to make a quick sandwich for my lunch. As I go about cleaning I notice the new cameras Daddy has put around the house, it feels weird knowing he can watch my every move whilst he is at work. By the time I’m ready to shave, my legs are aching painfully from walking in heels all day.
I run another hot bath and use the key to unlock the heels, then I strip nude and leave my clothes in a neat pile by the door.
After an hour or so in the bath with a razor I find myself completely smooth from the neck down. It feels weird, my skin feeling sensitive, the slightest breeze making me tingle.
I dry myself and get changed with only ten minutes before Daddy gets home.
Not wanting to get punished again I hurry as fast I can in the heels back to the basement, I hang the latex catsuit up in the wardrobe room and put the penis gag back on the rack. With two minutes until Daddy gets home I kneel on the basement floor with my head down submissively, waiting for him to come so I can serve him.
Right on time Daddy arrives, I hear him lock the front door and heads straight down to the basement, the sound of his work shoes on the wooden steps making my heart race. As he walks in I am kneeling on the ground, hands placed behind my back, my eyes down, it was a position that I’d seen mom do many times in the DVD, I figured it would please Daddy.
He opens the door, my heart beating so fast now, “Now don’t you look like the perfect little submissive.” He says.
I hear him walk towards me, then I feel his hand on my chin, he pulls my face up so that I am looking him in the eyes.
“You’re my slave now, understood?”
“Yes Daddy.” I say, quickly learning that it is almost always the best response.
“And what do good slaves do?” He asks.
“They do what they are told Daddy.” I answer.
“Correct.” He says smiling, “And what happens if a slave fails to do as they are told?”
“They get punished.” I answer, already knowing what that feels like.
He lets go of my chin and quickly brings his other hand down to my cheek, slapping me across the face.
I fall to the side, holding my stinging cheek where he slapped it, I feel the tears forming behind my eyes. “Wh-why did you do that Daddy?” I ask, too scared to look at him.
“Slaves don’t ask questions.” He growls, kicking me in the stomach, knocking the air out of me.
“Sorry Daddy!” I cry out, huddling into a ball.
“I need you to learn that this isn’t a game, you’re my little slave now and I expect you to fully understand what that means. As your owner I can inflict great pain upon you, pain so bad it would make that kick seem like a playful poke.”
I shiver at the thought.
“On the other hand,” He says continuing, “I can give you great pleasure, remember the way your mom reacted in those clips you watched, I can make you feel that way, you can be my special little girl. It all depends on how you act.”
“I understand Daddy.” I say, his words making me realise how serious he is and how much my life has changed.
“Now get up my little slut, It’s time for me to show you the rewards for being good.”
I struggle to my feet, the pain in my cheek and stomach slowly subsiding.
Daddy brings his hand to my face. I flinch, but he holds me still and uses his hand to wipe the tears from my face. “You’ve done all of your chores and tasks like a good slave and now you’ve earnt your reward.” Daddy then takes a piece of black cloth from out of his pocket and wraps it around my eyes, stopping me from seeing. “Wait here, and remember how good your mom felt when she let me take control.” He whispers in my ear.
I hear him moving about the basement, setting up whatever he has in store for me next. My mind wanders back to the DVD, I think of all the things he did to please my mom and wonder which he will choose to pleasure me. My body tingles excitedly at the thought and I feel myself getting wet at the idea of Daddy doing those things to me.