The jingling of keys and the light creaking of the door as it opened, Daddy’s home! Daddy Daddy Daddy.
All day all I could think about was you, and how much longer it would be till you got home…how Daddy can make me kneel for him with just a look. Daddy deserves my submission… Daddy has earned my submission… and not just sexually. Daddy owns me. My mind… my body… my soul.
I heard the sound of your boots against the hardwood floors and I could not hold myself back. I creeped around the corner, feeling your shirt brush against my thigh. As much as I love skirts and dresses, nothing feels better than being in your clothes… engulfed in your scent… marked as yours. As I peeked my head around the corner I saw your back turned towards me and you taking off your coat, giggles spilling out of my mouth as I hatched my plan. As soon as you put down your briefcase, I jumped into action.
“Daddy!” I shouted as I ran towards you and sprang off of my toes to jump on your back. I wrapped my arms around your broad shoulders and ensnared your waist with my legs. You had been expecting me to, as this is normally how I greet you at the door. That is unless I am in trouble or you have other plans, in which case I am kneeling by the door for you. With a leash attached to my collar hanging off of a hook by the door. But I had been a good girl today, and my only instruction was to go home and relax until Daddy got here.