Sissy's eyes flutter closed, picturing Daddy's stern face as they touch themselves, needing his guidance, his discipline. They worship their body, every curve and contour, preparing it for Daddy's use. Their fingers dance over their sensitive flesh, but they deny themselves release, saving it for their Daddy's command. They dream of being Daddy's good little fucktoy, ready and willing, their body aching for his touch, his control, his love.