Page 38 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
Do you own a plug?
Holy shit.Um, yes?
Yes, what?
I exhaled in a rush.Yes, Daddy. I have a few plugs.
Excellent. For your first task, I want you to prep yourself and put a plug in. You’re going to wear it to your meeting.
I gasped. I’d never worn a plug out of the house before—I’d barely used one longer than a few minutes.Daddy?
His response was swift.Is that a problem, boy? Because I was going to let you off with a light punishment this time, but I can always up the stakes.
My fingers flew over the screen.No, Daddy, I will wear your plug tonight.
Good boy.
I gasped as his words crashed over me like a wave, then my exhalation quickly turned into a moan. I palmed my dick through the boxer briefs I was wearing, willing my arousal to go away. Though my t-dick wasn’t huge, it still grew hard and sensitive when I was turned on. And holy shit was I turned on. My new Daddy turned me on.
Okay, boy, now for the rest. You will wear your plug until you return home. Once you’ve been there for 1 hour, you will excuse yourself to the restroom, where you will fuck yourself with the plug 10 times. Forty-five minutes later, you will excuse yourself again and fuck yourself with the plug 15 times. Half an hour after that, you will fuck yourself 20 times. If you’re gone longerthan that, I want you in the restroom every half hour, fucking yourself with that plug 20 times each time. And each time, when you are finished, you are to text me to thank me. Then when you get back to your house, you will message me for further instructions.
Holy fucking shit. Was I really going to do this? Did he really expect me to? He would totally know if I didn’t do it—he’d be expecting my texts. And I’d promised not to lie to him, anyway.
And hell. I reallywantedto do this. I was already so fucking turned on I could barely see straight.
Then his next text came in.Oh, and, boy? You are not to come at all. I don’t even want you touching yourself at all tonight except to prep for the plug. Understood?
I was gasping for breath.Yes, Daddy. I understand.
Good boy.
There it was again. If he kept that up, I would come just from his words alone, and I didn’t want to mess up on our first adventure together.Thank you, Daddy.
Now tell me what you’re feeling.
I paused for just a second, realizing I needed to get a move on if I was going to follow his instructions. So I hurriedly typed out my response.I’m so horny, Daddy. I want to come for you. I want to touch myself so badly, even though you said I couldn’t. But I’m excited to do this for you.
I sent that text then thought of something else.
What if I need to apply more lube, Daddy? Can I take the plug out then?
I shuddered at his reply.You’re such a good boy for asking. Only then may you take out the plug. But I want it back in that sexy hole not a second longer than needed, okay, sweet boy? I’m trusting you.
Thank you, Daddy.I hesitated before sending, then added,Which plug would you like me to use?
His answer was immediate.Are you comfortable sending pictures? Show them all to me, and I’ll pick for you. And send me a picture of your toy drawer while you’re at it, so I know what I have to work with in the future.
How could he know this was everything I’d been wanting from a Daddy?Give me just a second, Daddy.
I scrambled over to the top drawer of the nightstand on the far side of the bed. Seemed like the best use of the space so I could leave my nightstand drawer free for notebooks, flashlights, and yeah, the occasional vibrator.
When I yanked open the drawer, the toys all jostled. I could barely see the wood panel at the bottom. I dug through my stash, fully aware of the time ticking down. But I still had about forty minutes. Plenty of time to prep my hole and insert the plug. Whichever one that may be.
I instantly found my favorite plug, one made of red silicone. It flared once, not too much, was about three inches long, and its widest spot was thick enough that I would feel it but not enough that it would be really uncomfortable. I set it on the bed.
The next plug I came across was black and slightly ribbed. This one was shorter but thicker and had a removable vibrator. That one went on the bed, too.
I sucked in a breath when I found my last one. It was aspirational more than anything, and I flushed when I looked at it. It was a soft, translucent, clear silicone with rainbow confetti embedded beneath the surface and had three curved flares. The largest one was as thick as my largest dildo, and it was five or six inches long. I could do it, but I’d need some serious prep time. Time I wasn’t sure I had tonight.
