I Love The Way You Look Bound And Helpless. The Rope Twisting And Winding Around Your Soft Curves. The

Reading you, makes me blush ☺️

Awww. Thank you. I hope that’s a good blush with lots of yummy tingly feelings to go with it. 😉

i’m 18 and your blog makes me so wet

Awwww. Thank you, sweet girl! I’m so glad you like it. 😍

His role is to make her feel safe. To give her a space where she can be her true self. Where she doesn’t have to hide how she feels, what she desires, what’s in her heart. Where she doesn’t have to fear judgement or silly conventions. His role is to release her from those fears. To give her a place where she can thrive as the beautiful individual she is. To teach her and guide her to be the best self she can be. To love her and support her unconditionally.

If you can give her this. Be this for her. Then she may grace you with the gift of her submission! You do not demand it. You do not take it from her. You have to earn it and if you prove yourself worthy it is the most beautiful and precious gift that she can give you!

“His role…to make sure she doesn’t over think.”

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Tell me, baby girl, do you like it when I whisper in your ear? Do you like it when daddy tells you all of the deliciously naughty things I am thinking of doing to you? I hear that little gasp, that quiet moan of anticipation! I feel that shiver of excitement running along your skin! I don’t want to just seduce your body, baby girl! I want your mind! Your soul! I want it all! I want your mind running wild with all the thoughts! Your pretty head spinning with images and ideas! I want you dripping with anticipation and ready to explode before I even touch you! I want to feel your chest heaving with excitement, your heart racing with desire, your face flushed with need! I want you to know and feel just how much daddy craves you, needs you, desires you, before my lips ever touch yours, before my first fingertip caresses your soft skin! I want to give your mind countless orgasms of thought before that first contraction ever ripples through your body! So tell me, baby girl, do you like it when I whisper in your ear?

That’s my good girl! Not that you should have been wearing them in the first place but you know how I love to make you take them off in public. How your eyes widen and your face flushes when I tell you take them off for me here and now. Asking if you can go to the bathroom and bring them back to me so no one sees. Knowing that I’ll deny you and tell you to do it right here, sitting at the table, in front of all these people. How your eyes scan around to see who may be watching. That naughty smile flitting across your full lips, giving away how much you really love it when I do this to you. Your try to be subtle about it, your hands slowly pulling up your skirt as you reach under, lifting your ass from the seat and tugging your panties down. I sit back and watch approvingly. Occasionally looking around to see who has noticed. Catching a few stares from the men and women around us. You try to be nonchalant about slipping them over your legs and feet. Your face a bright red as you hand them to me.

“That’s my good girl!” I praise you as I take them. You begin to stammer a bit as you see me spread your panties out neatly on the edge of the table. Easily visible for anyone who looks.

“Ummm... Daddy. Aren’t you going to put them in your pocket like always?”

“Oh no, baby girl. They are so pretty I want to leave them right here so I can appreciate them.” I give your panties a little pat with my hand as I smile softly at you. “And besides, weren’t you supposed to leave them at home in the first place? I guess now we will just have to leave them here for everyone to see how pretty they are and so they know what a naughty little thing you are for not wearing any right now.”

“But daddyyyy!” You try to plead with me but I shush you softly.

“Are you ready to order, princess? Here comes the waiter.” You look up to see the waiter approaching our table, his eyes fixed on your panties on display next to me. Your faces turns bright red as you try to stammer through your dinner order.

I smile as I place my order with the waiter, seeing his eyes darting back and forth between the panties and you. I let my hand rest gently on your thigh, reassuringly stroking your leg and making sure to show that you are all mine. As the waiter walks off I slowly slip my hand higher up your thigh. Knowing that you’ll be a dripping mess before my fingers even reach your soft folds.

What if it could be, baby girl? All the sweet and tender things. All the dirty and naughty things. Which would you crave more? The cuddles and kisses? The collar and the leash? The soft strokes and tender kisses. Or the hard strokes and strong grasp claiming your delicate flesh? Would you pick one over the other? Would you want them both? The soft and sweet leading to the hard and rough. Leading back to the soft and tender. Over and over until you are destroyed, wasted, spent! A quivering mess im daddy’s arms. Ready to be pieced back together again. Ready to be rebuilt with daddy’s love and need for you. What if all that could be?

What if everything you imagined could be real this Valentine’s Day Little One?

I feel loved when I read the things you write. Thank you so much! 💟

Awww thank you. 😍😍 That might be the nicest compliment I have ever received here. 😭 I’m so glad you enjoy the stories and they make you feel good! I’ll try to keep the stories coming.

Come let me read to you, baby girl. Bring me your new book, lie back and tangle yourself with me. Give me those tired feet, your toes mine to play with absently as I read to you. Let yourself relax after your long day as you let daddy’s voice fill your mind. I love these quiet moments together. Feeling you relax as my words soothe you. Eyes closed a soft smile on your face as you let my voice and the words of your book fill your mind with an imaginary world, washing away the day from your soul. Occasionally using silly voices as I read to make you laugh and giggle, or letting my deep slow voice lull you to sleep, feeling you drift off next to me. Continuing to caress and hold you as I watch you rest. Or perhaps your stories will ignite the desire within you, making you crave more than daddy’s word. Then I’ll have to pull you onto my lap, wrapping you in my arms as I kiss you deeply making sure you can feel just how much I burn for you too. So how will this story end? Bring me your book and we will find out baby girl!

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