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“There are two types of pain, one that hurts you, and the other that changes you.”
2 years ago. May 18, 2021 at 7:34 PM

Hurrying around the bedroom.

Setting the candles and lighting them

Turning out the bedroom lights

Setting the diffuser

Ridding the entire room of distractions before you get home

I've already put on my outfit, a simple, short, black satin bustier that you bought along with the satin panties, I consider heels, but decide against it. My bare feet are a bit more intimate tonight.

I pull my hair back so it's not in my face. 
8 minutes away, I see, as I check our app.
I settle down onto the hardwood floor (you would place a cushion for me if you were here) but somehow tonight it doesn't seem to fit with what I want to say.

I want to feel the discomfort of the floor, to be on my bare knees for you, sitting, waiting for you. I know it's a few minutes before I have to wait like this but I want the time, I need the time. I want to get my mind focused, rid myself of everything except you.

My mind is racing, as I sit semi naked, only in the clothes you've bought, my knees pressing into the floor, the wood bites, it's cold.

The heat from between my legs becomes apparent, and I can feel it spread, the wetness spreading into my panties, causing my breasts to feel heavy, I feel my nipples harden and I know my chest is reddening from all the heat.

The anticipation of you coming through the door, of whether you will be pleased with my efforts causes me to dizzy.

Breathe

I hear the vibration of the notification on the phone, I know what it will say if I move from my spot on the floor, so I remain still... 

"Daddy arrived at home"

I straighten, focus, turn my hands so that they sit on my thighs, straighten my back, and drop my head toward the floor. 

Car door shuts...
Foot Steps...
Front door...
Foot Steps..
*Heart races...breathe dammit"

His hand is on the bedroom door knob and the door opens. 

I hear the door shut
*Don't look up and don't move. Breathe steady.* 


I want to look up, I want to see the sparkle in his eyes, the need. 

I see his boots as they come into my lowered view

Finally

I look up as I feel his hand on my head,

Daddy’s pleased.... it was worth the wait. 

It's always worth the wait.


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