Daddy’s little plaything
“You’ve been stalking me for weeks now. Sending me letters, telling me of all the perverted things you’d like to do to me. Yes, Tom. Don’t look so surprised. I know it’s you. Now, here’s your chance. What’s it going to be?”
Tom knows he doesn’t have much of a choice in this. He’s wholly and utterly at my mercy.
He nods, granting me the consent I so desperately need.
I grace him with a twisted smile. “Good boy. Now, I want you to choose the first toy we get to play with.” I walk over to the accessories hanging on the velvet wall. “We’ve got the horse whips. The whips are a classic. There are the nipple plugs. There are part of a matching set. You see, if you’re going to use the nipple plug, t