Daddy's Little Plaything

My mom threw me out when I turned 18. Having no where to go I went to the house of one of the wealthiest men in the city...Mr. Ahmed. He took me in.

Here I had my very own bedroom fit for a princess. It was almost entirely light pink...the walls, the bedding, everything. Not to mention the absolute feast I got to partake in everyday. I had reached here a month ago thin as a stick, but now I had curves for days.

This brings us to my current problem. I no longer fit into my old clothes. My tits have grown and stretch my t-shirts to new lengths everyday. The denim shorts that I'm so fond of wearing can no longer be buttoned.

Don't get me wrong, I love the way I look, but Mr. Ahmed is always dressed so formally. He lives alone, but all the staff are also dressed conservatively and I always feel like I stand out in my stretched out colorful t-shirts and shorts.

So today, I go to meet Mr. Ahmed and ask for a job of some sorts so that I can buy a few clothes.

I knock on his door.

"Come in" a deep voice commands.

"Oh its you, and how are you doing Sarah? Settling in fine here I hope." He says as soon as he sees its me.

"Its been amazing staying here, but I was wondering if I could get a job, and maybe repay you and also buy some clothes." I say.

"I have not been a very good host if you feel like you need to repay me darling, and about the clothes, I'll admit that I've been remiss in that aspect...but do not worry, I'll buy some clothes on the way back home from office today. I trust you'll be okay for one more day?", he asked.

"You will? Thank you so much Mr. Ahmed" I reply, going right next to him to give him a kiss on his cheek.

His arm comes around me to rest on my ass and I think I feel him give my ass a little tap.

I can not control my anticipation when evening arrives, but much to my chagrin, Mr. Ahmed is late. It is nearly 8'o'clock by the time he arrives and I've taken to pacing at the entryway when the door opens.

"Missed me so much Kitten?" He asks with a slight grin, shuffling the bags in his hand to give me a paper bag.

"I've never shopped for a little girl before, but I would love to see you in these pieces. Be a good little kitten and go change would you?" He says...and this time he gives my bottom a little spank.

I am so surprised that I let out a little yelp.

As I walk to my room, I look inside the bag. All of the dresses seem to be lacey.

I dump all of the contents of the bag onto my bed. There seems to be 2 separate outfits.

One black and one white.

I decide to try on the white outfit. The first piece I got my hand on was a nearly sheer bra. I tried it on and it was at least one or two sizes too small for me.

My nipples were barely covered and I hoped that the clasps at the back would not break. The sheer material offered little support and every breath made my breasts rise up and then jiggle down.

I was hyper aware of my body now. My nipples had pebbled into firm points visible through the sheer bra.

I ran my fingers over my breasts. I squeezed them. I imagined Mr.Ahmed's long dark fingers cupping both of my tits over this lace bra.

I thought of him lowering his head and kissing the portions of my tits that can't be contained by this flimsy bra. His lips closing over my nipples, his stubble leaving marks on my delicate skin.

He'd squeeze my breasts harder, I was sure. There would be fingerprints left on them once he was done with me.

I needed him...and as quickly as possible.

Quickly I moved on to the white panties. They seemed to be crotchless. However they were the perfect size.

I had never worn a thong before...and I had always imagined it to be a very uncomfortable type of underwear, but to my surprise this one lay quite easily between my buttcheeks. They felt freeing and they made me even more aroused.

I turned to see my pert buttocks and jiggled them. They looked good, especially when you could see the tiny strip of silk go down between them.

The next piece of clothing I got my hands on was a pair of fishnet stockings and garters.

These seemed to be a luxury bridal lingerie set I thought. All of the pieces were made of very soft fabric, the thong was made of the softest silk...They could all be torn off my body. The thought made me shiver.

My fingers made their way slowly down to my crotch. I was already getting pretty wet. I was nearly trembling in anticipation.

I pulled on the stockings and tied the garters around my thighs.

Only one thing was left to wear. I took it from my bed.

It was shiny and bright. It was a very pretty buttplug. Made of steel, the end had a heart shape on it.

I had never worn one before, but my asshole tightened in anticipation.

The sound of knocks filled the room.

"Aren't you ready yet Kitten? Daddy wants to see you."