How I Became A Fuck Toy

Cories’s Daddy has decided that she only deserves to be a Fuck Toy. She had been given tasks and responsibilities as a sub and couldn’t keep up with them, so her ego was getting in the way. Her Daddy knew she could do better and had to learn the only absolute truth: “Daddy Knows Best.” This is the story of how I became my Daddy’s Fuck Toy.

In the middle of the day, Corie received a text containing a new set of rules from her Daddy outlining her new situation as a Fuck Toy. Before, she had asked to cum. Now, it was not even worth mentioning. The rules outline how she was only to think about her Daddy’s pleasure and to open all her holes to him. It was a surprise to receive while out at a coffee shop, and she had to be careful not to let anyone see the Lines “FUCK TOY” written across the top of the note. Reading it through it made Corie feel very submissive and a little frustrated. She knew her Daddy cared about her and must have some reason to take away this privilege from her. It can be challenging at times to accept his rules, but time and time again, he has proven that Daddy knows Best, and she decided to take these new rules without question. 

It was Wednesday night and Date night, as usual. Corie was showered and shaved as she did every time her Daddy came over. The ritual of preparing herself brought her peace and calm, allowing her to let go of the stress of life, knowing she would soon be in the hands of her Daddy, who would take charge and direct everything. She knew her role and what was expected of her because earlier in their relationship, he wrote it word for word, and she agreed and knew that every time she allowed him to collar her, she decided to do it. These boundaries and expectations all laid out made her feel safe and understood. 

This evening, she would cook for him, keel, and submit to him. After that, she had no idea what would happen next but felt completely safe in her trust in her Daddy, even now when the rules have changed, and his pleasure and needs are all that will matter.

He arrived on time, as always, and walked into her home. She quickly greeted him and took all his bags, allowing him to undress and relax easily in his place of honour. Once the food was ready, Corie knelt between her Daddy’s powerful legs. The moment she lowered herself and looked up at him, she relaxed, feeling her Daddy’s calming presence flow over her. After chatting, he started their ritual. Asking her if she would be a Good Girl for the rest of the night. Corie agreed, bowed, and held up her hair to make it easy in the collaring. The feel and the weight of the leather always felt good and relaxing. Corie had started to wear the collar in her own time to feel the power and presence of the dynamic when she needed it, but nothing felt better than when her Daddy honoured her by placing it around her neck. 

After they both enjoyed the lovely supper, her Daddy returned to his place of honour, removing his shirt and revealing his chest harness. Corie had to resit, knowing she had to clear the table and clean up after supper before she was allowed to return. She did use the excuse of serving him a drink to be close to him. She kneeled and, with two hands, offered her Daddy his favourite weed drink, pausing to take in his power and admire his powerful body. He thanked her and reminded her to finish in the kitchen. Being told to return to the kitchen brought a moment of frustration, but once she walked back in, she knew he was right, and knowing her place was clean and tidy would allow her to relax completely. The refrain of “Daddy Knows Best” repeated in her head. Once it was all done, she took a deep breath and returned to her place between his power legs. This was where she knew to let go and allow her Daddy to guide the rest of the evening to surrender to his will. 

Her Daddy stood in front of her and firmly told her to remove his pants and release his cock. She quickly followed the directions and allowed him to return to sitting. Once she started to gently kiss and enjoy his cock. Worshiping the cock that brings her so much pleasure and care. She knew her place as his cock slut and that she would work hard to please him. The feeling of his cock growing the more she kissed and sucked brought her great satisfaction seeing. And feeling his physical response to her worship.  

“Such a Goof Girl. Show me how good a cock slut you are.” Said her Daddy as she worshiped, taking his stiff cock deep into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat, causing her to hold her breath. He then placed his powerful hands on the back of her head, holding her firm and pushing her down just a little more. Testing her limits showed her she could take more than she thought. The refrain of Daddy Knows Best rains through her head again, and just at the right moment, he releases her, letting her breathe. He repeated this with counting, letting her know how long she had to hold it. The pace of his counting slowed with each repetition. This showed her she could take more and more. Her Daddy’s training was firm but always within her ability, even if she didn’t know it. 

“As I laid out in your new rules, my pleasure is all the matter from now on. If you are going to overthink and get stuck in your head, you do not deserve to cum, and I am going to use you as my personal Fuck Toy from now on. Right now, I what to fuck your tight little ass, so I am glad you have been training with your new plug because you better be ready for me whenever I want it. I am going to use your ass whenever I fuck you because if you don’t deserve to cum then I am not going to use your pussy. I want you to stand up and get in position on your bed on your knees, that tight fucking ass on full display. I am going to Fuck! The ego-centred view where you think you need to cum out of you with my hard cock. “

Corie quickly followed the orders, feeling at peace with her Daddy’s plan, knowing he knew best and was not about to question it. He was right. She needed to take a step back and only focus on his pleasure. As she knelt on the bed, she felt his firm hand in the centre of her back, pushing her down and pressing her chest onto the bed. He then started to spank her. “You are going to be my whore, slut, cum bucket tonight. You are going to be anything I want.” And all Corie could say in repose was “Yes Daddy,” “Yes Daddy,” again and again sinking deeper and deeper into her submission. Then feeling of cool coconut oil beeping gently spread across her asshole. Start, and she knew she had to focus and breathe deeply. Her Daddy was about to enter her and stretch her open with the cock she had made hard. The feeling of the head pushing at her entrance was firm and steady. She knew she could take him like so many times before, but every time still required focus and acceptance. She had to give herself completely to him at that moment. As he slid deeper and deeper into her, she focused completely on the feeling and submission of it. Her Daddy then firmly grabbed her hips and started to fuck her ass exactly how he wanted, going from slow and firm to fast and hard. Changing the pace to increase his pleasure and build himself up and edging himself again and again. She could hear him moan and growl and lose himself in the pleasure. Being completely for his pleasure lets her mind relax and experience his power and dominance.