She had hardly slept the night before. Knowing that this was the day she had waited for as long as she could remember was too much for her brain to handle. What seemed like a lifetime of yearning was culminating in the moment she had feared would never happen.

Something deep inside her was ready to be borne; the cocoon was about to release its butterfly; the flower that had been under-nourished for so long had finally been properly fertilized and was ready to bloom.

She was moving in with Daddy today.

She couldn’t remember much from her life before Him. What was clear was that everything before had been a constant sense of waiting. Yearning. Feeling incomplete.

Friends and family didn’t understand. After all, everyone had relationships. Everyone dated. She couldn’t explain to anyone just how different it felt to be in Daddy’s arms. How His touch made her feel instantly safe. And how everything about Him aroused her in such a way that she felt she could orgasm just from being near Him. Daddy was her world. And He was about to be her home.

So it was, with her heart beating fast, that she opened her eyes on the best day of her life. She walked quickly to the bathroom, looked into the mirror, and smiled a smile of contentment, excitement and relief. She looked back at herself from the glass, seeing the woman she had always wanted to be. But there was something more in her reflection. Daddy’s Perfect Little Girl.

Everything He had made her. All the love and devotion she felt for Him swept over her at once, and she realized a single happy tear was running down her cheek. Realizing that she had never felt so whole in her life brought more tears to her eyes.

She leaned back against the wall of the bathroom and cried. Cried for all the times she had felt alone in the world. All the failed relationships that had ultimately left her empty. The silly boys who didn’t have a clue what it meant to please a woman. The abusive, egotistical wanna-be Doms who made her feel ashamed and aberrant.

It was difficult to think of that last thing. She had been broken down so many times, left crushed after giving herself to someone who either didn’t know what to do with her heart or just didn’t care. How easily giving herself freely had turned to an assault on her mind as well as her body. She brushed these memories away and turned to the time Daddy had first taken her…

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Her trust had been at an all-time low. She had told herself that she wasn’t ready to give herself over to another man who could possess her heart and soul. But there was a power about Him that dissolved all of that fear when He looked into her eyes. She had tried to fight it, but it was no use. The moment he placed his hands on her arms, goosebumps erupted all over her skin. Her breath caught in her throat, and that switch in her brain was flipped before she could do anything about it. His lips met hers, and sparks flew throughout her body. He lifted her up and carried her to the bed, and she felt her soul go limp with her body. It was inescapable. Inevitable. Glorious.

He had gently laid her down and began to run His hands all over her. His touch was gentle yet firm. Her body was coming alive, even though the fabric of her clothes should have been a buffer between His strong hands and her delicate skin. One of His hands slid down her belly and between her legs. Up under her dress and against the soft cotton of her panties. As He cupped her tiny, tight little pussy above her underwear, her sex seemed to burst forth in an embarrassing wetness. She let out an audible moan as her hips writhed uncontrollably at His touch. She seemed to not have control over her movements or her voice. Her breathing was heavy, her thoughts were muddled. Subspace was washing over her, even though He had done nothing specific to Dominate her. Who was this man? Where did this power come from?

Before she could think of an answer, His finger penetrated her. Fireworks exploded in her field of vision. Her body bucked against His hand as He began to fuck her slowly. A second finger slipped inside her drenched, waiting cunt and joined the first as He tapped against her g-spot. His rhythm took her over, and her body raced to the fastest orgasm she had ever had. She came with a loud “Oh my God!” that didn’t seem to be in her own voice. Her hips and legs shook with the eruption of her orgasm, so much that she didn’t even realize He was leaning down to whisper in her ear: “You are Mine. Everything you are belongs to Me.”

Her body was still rocking with the aftershocks as His words echoed in her mind, over and over. And He was right. She was completely His, whether she wanted to be or not. The thing was…nothing would make her happier.

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She shook herself out of her reverie and smiled again at her reflection. She sat down to pee, again thinking about how excited she was to move in with her Daddy. Imagining His touch, His voice, how He commanded her without anger or belittling. Before she knew it, she was slowly stroking her clit, still sitting on the toilet. Her face flushed as she realized what a dirty little girl she was being. Would Daddy approve? Or would He tell her she should be saving her arousal for Him?

She couldn’t help herself, however. The rush was too intense, too wonderful to ignore. She slipped a finger inside herself, just as He had done on that first night. She felt the drops of urine on her fingers, and it only excited her more. She added a second finger and began to fuck her pussy harder and faster. The wet sloop sound of her hand working her fuckhole made her break out in a sweat. She leaned back against the tank and surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment, her ankles stretching her lacy thong to its limit as she spread her legs and pounded herself furiously. She was being a filthy little cumslut, and she loved it. Daddy would not be happy to know she was pleasuring herself before joining Him today. But she also reveled in being a bad little Princess. Principessa, as He liked to call her.

Her dirty little girl orgasm came hard, her hips thrusting against her hand once…twice…and a third time. Although she was obviously alone, she felt like she had eyes on her. As if her mind was being watched by Him. She smiled as she slipped her middle finger in her mouth, tasting her sweet pussy mixed with just a hint of her own urine.

She undressed and got into the shower. Soaping herself up slowly and absentmindedly, her mind turned to the night that Daddy gave her His collar.

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Sarah fiddled with her wrist, as best she could, and wondered if it was maybe a little too tight.
How long had he been out of the room? Probably just a minute or two, but every minute he was gone seemed like an hour.

She began to go through the events of the day, one of–if not THE–most eventful days of her life. But it wasn’t over yet. The best, she thought, was still to come. He had smiled just before he walked out, and Sarah saw in that smile all the promises she knew he would fulfill, all the joy he was going to bring her. Amazed that a smile could carry that much weight, she had almost forgotten that he had walked out and left her there, defenseless. Where did he go?

Everyone had told her all day how beautiful she had looked. It started at breakfast, when her mother mentioned that she had a glow about her. Having a little secret about just how special a day this was made her glow all the more, she figured. She had looked around the breakfast table at her mom, her dad, and Sean, wondering if they had any inkling of the thoughts rolling around in her head. Actually, it was suspect that Sean had any thoughts at all sometimes, but little brothers always seem a little dimmer to big sisters than they really are. She knew she could never relay to them what was going on in her head (or under her pajamas, for that matter), so she had just smiled and said “thank you”.

Jenny had come over a little earlier than expected and had been almost as excited as she herself had been. She wanted to tell Jenny everything, but Brody had told her specifically that no one could know. She had never kept a secret from Jenny, and she felt bad keeping this one, but she could not betray his trust whether he ever found out or not. She burned to spill it all to Jenny, but he had instructed her that this was the only way for it to truly work, and–if she was honest with herself–she agreed.

Jenny had fussed with Sarah’s hair, talking almost constantly, but Sarah could only think of later that night. She wondered if she would feel scared or exhilarated, and if she felt both she wondered which would be more dominant. Lying there now, she felt that no preparation in the world could have readied her for the thoughts racing around in her head. Or the feeling between her legs. She looked down at the white lace bustier, matching thong, stockings and garters she was wearing. Would Mom still think she looked gorgeous like this? She laughed a little, under her breath, and her arm shifted. The rope around her wrist tightened a little more, and she let out a small gasp. At the same time, her crotch seemed to burst forth with a wetness she had seldom felt. She looked up at her other wrist, considered for a moment, then pulled her arm forward. Feeling the fibers tighten around her skin led to a new gasp, a new burst of wetness. Where was he?

Sarah’s mind flashed to the ceremony. It seemed like everyone she had ever known had been there. All of them, looking up at her, with Brody standing beside her. Brody. The man who had stood by her through all the ridiculousness. Brody, who showed her that she was worthy of being loved. Brody, who always made her feel prettier than she would ever believe she was. Brody, who slipped into her room while she was dressing earlier and tied the silver rope around her bare waist and cinched it. “Only we will know,” he said, whispering his warm breath into her ear and on her neck.

“Only us. Forever.”

As she had stood at the altar, looking out at all of her friends and family, she felt the rope around her waist. How strange it was, at such a seemingly pure moment, to feel that growing wetness under her dress. As her eyes moved to meet Brody’s, she had felt that she could take him right there, in front of everyone, and never regret it. “I love this man,” she had thought. “I never knew I could love like this.”

As the words of their vows had been spoken aloud, her thoughts kept returning to the rope around her waist. None of these words mattered, really. They were just words. Brody had said much more earlier that afternoon, and she had said much more by raising her arms as she had allowed him to bind her. “Only us. Forever.”

Now it seemed like he had been gone forever. How long had she been there, alone? Probably only five or ten minutes, but time was moving excruciatingly slow, and all she wanted was to look into his eyes again.

They had left the reception and headed for the airport just before sunset. Jenny had offered to help Sarah change, but Sarah had declined (perhaps too forcefully and hastily, by the look on Jenny’s face). Sarah didn’t want to risk Jenny seeing the rope around her waist, and being alone for a minute had allowed her to savor, just a little more, the anticipation of what was to come. She had stood in front of the mirror, naked except for that silver rope, and had caressed her skin where it met the fibers. She had shivered, feeling that wetness yet again. Would she ever be dry again, she had thought, and shared another private laugh at her ever-rising emotions.

In the car, nearly alone with Brody, she had mustered all of her restraint in an effort to not jump him right then and there. He had seemed to sense her eagerness, for he smiled and shook his head from side to side. Leaning in to her ear, as she felt that breath again, he had whispered “Soon, my pet. Soon, it will be real.”

Lying there now, she wondered again what he had meant. Real? Hadn’t they just exchanged vows? Slipped rings on each other’s fingers? Said “I do” in front of everyone they knew? What did he mean by “soon, it will be real”?

Her thought was interrupted by the sound of the doorknob being turned. A fresh wave of warmth spread under her panties, and she felt like she was ready to explode in a mind-blowing orgasm. The door opened, and in he walked, something cupped in his hand. For a brief second, she tried to make out what it was. But then her eyes met his, and they locked in on each other with complete fixation.

He walked slowly to the bed, then smiled as he stopped. She reached up to touch his chest, forgetting that her wrists were bound to the bedposts. The tightening of the restraints caused her eyes to widen and her mouth to open in the loudest gasp yet. His smile grew wider as he reached down and kissed the wrist closest to him. Her eyes moved from his face to what he was holding in his hand: a black, leather collar. He moved his face into her view, and said “Sarah, I love you with all of my heart. I want you to be mine. Forever. Only us, forever.”

As he reached forward to clasp the collar around her neck, her entire body began to shake. The sound of the clasp and the feel of the leather on her skin were too much for her mind and body to handle. Her body rocked in intense orgasm as a last burst of warm wetness gushed forth from her.
She was his. She belonged to this man. The sound of the clasp was the final act in the ritual of binding them together for eternity.

There would never be another. Not ever.