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I crave him with every waking moment, dream about him at night. My lover, my Daddy, my Dom, my safe place. Seduction is a constant game with him, and I am merely the subject of his whims. It is yearning when we are apart, but oh it is magic, lighting in a bottle when we meet.

I feel him before he even arrives. That anticipation. That tiny bit of hesitancy about what he has planned. He knows my limits well. Better than I know myself. And he will push. He always does. Not too hard, just a firm grip on my neck to remind me who I belong to. The mere thought of him has my butterflies in my stomach.

He has given me specific instructions. Blind fold, kneeling on a pillow in the kitchen. Hands behind my back that I’m trying not to wring in excitement. In my hands is a toy, with a rattle. My duty to throw it if it gets too much. My heart races. Every sense heightened without my eyes to see. I have no idea what he has planned, but I know he desires entering my home and seeing his cherished little girl, his dirty little cum slut waiting for him.

I hear the door open, my breath hitches. I hear heavy footfalls. Each of them echo through the entryway louder and louder. Not a word is spoken. And though I want nothing more in this world to run up and greet him. Throw my arms around him and smell in his scent. My safe space. My love. Instead I remain silent. It is a struggle in my mind to behave. I feel his presence everywhere.

Suddenly a loud sound. Louder than anything should be sounding. It echoes and I nearly jump off my pillow. My hands squeeze tighter as I try to imagine what it could be. Another sound. Not as loud but still startling. My eyes beg to see. His footfalls come closer. I can barely stand it. Feeling his presence. The desire to submit to his will is so strong. He has control of all of me now.

He stops in front of me. I nearly smell him. Not a word spoken and the silence is nearly deafening. He walks past me, into the kitchen. Opens the door to the fridge and pulls out something. I do not know what. I hear the rattling of silverware and once more he is front of me. I feel a cold metallic item at my lips. I open automatically having no idea what I am to do. It is ice cream. Cold and soothing on my throat. An odd choice for first thing in the morning, but I would never refuse him. He serves me several more spoonfuls before he stops in front of me again. I hear the distinct sound of a zipper but no move toward me. I’m dying inside. Desperate to have him to feel him, to taste him.

Suddenly a warm, salty taste hits my mouth, teasing softly... just against my lips. My pussy aches and I feel it flooding and swelling with desire. My hands stay behind my back and I dare not say a word and break this spell I am under. I taste his cock head at my lips and I open happily, feeling his warmth inside my mouth again as he swells harder. Hands grab my face as he bottoms out in my throat. My gag activating... still not used to such treatment. He pulls back and does it again. Again. My head swimming, unsure if I will do more than gag. And yet I would do anything in this moment for him. It simultaneously feels like hours and mere seconds. Finally he pulls away, undoes my blind fold and tells me “Good girl.” I look into his eyes and nothing else matters in the world but him. I am home.

You have me in your grasp, completely at your mercy. You know what a whisper of your lips will do at my neck. Daddy, take me where you want me to go. I’m ready to surrender.

All a little girl ever wants. As much as she wants spankies, she wants Daddy more. Craves his touch and comfort more. Little girls are eager to play, but only Daddy knows what we really need.

Presence

We had all these plans and I was excited. Even got a new paddle to try out. He warmed me up slowly with hand spanks first. I started to cry but that was normal- at least I thought. Somehow they must have sounded different to him.

“Are you ok, baby?” he asked, rubbing my warm bottom with his big hand.

“O, O yes- um-sure. I love it all,” I gulped, and slithered to my knees so he could tie my hands behind me. 

“Alright, here comes the rope,” he said. I could feel it go around my wrists. Gentle but confining. At the first tug I burst into louder tears. Deep, racking sobs. Immediately he tossed the rope aside and pulled me into his arms.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” He held me to his chest as I sobbed and sobbed.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why this is happening. I really wanted to do all this and we waited and I love your spanks and I’m sorry and it’s allsobadandIcan’thelpit…” My words were muffled against his chest as he rocked me to and fro, stroking my hair. “It’s ok, baby,” he kept saying, soothingly, and gradually I calmed down.

We sat there for a few minutes while he talked with me.

“Can we start again, please?” I asked. He shook his head.

“No, baby, spanks is not what you need tonight. No fucking either. You need something else.” With that he led me to the bathroom and began running a shower. I was a little frantic. 

“But…you waited almost a week and I don’t want to disappoint you? I’m so sorry.” He took my face in his hands and kissed me.

“It’s not about that, baby. It’s about taking care of you. Now, get in the shower with me.” In there he took his time. Washing my hair, holding me, asking questions about work and school. After a bit it came spilling out- the overtime, my Dad was sick, I was worried about the midterm, couldn’t afford to go to my cousin’s wedding- small things that just built up over time. He listened and nodded through it all, even to drying my hair and putting jammies on me.

“You’ve just been dealing with too much, sweetie,” he said as we curled up under the sheets. “And it came barreling out all at once.”

“But usually spanks help that.” I was very confused.

“You’re right, they do. But not tonight. It’s ok. That’s my job to know that, to help you,” I looked at him with big eyes. “Now, I want you to roll over and just relax, feel me pet you.” Reluctantly I rolled to my side, still feeling guilty that we hadn’t played.

“I’m so sorry, Daddy,” I whispered into the air.

“There’s no sorry, baby girl. Just focus on my hand. Feel me touch you. Breathe.” I closed my eyes and tried to do as he said.

He stroked my hair away from my forehead so slowly, the best feeling. Then down to my neck and back up, again and again. Gently, tenderly. I could feel the stress melt away, the inner tears dissolve. His hands were light and warm, molding to my head, hovering over my ears. I could feel his solid chest behind me.

“Now say after me, very softly. Daddy loves me.”

Eyes still closed, I repeated in a whisper. “Daddy loves me.”

“Daddy will take care of me.”

“Daddy will take care of me.”

“That’s it, darling. Now just go to sleep. I have you.”

There’s a misnomer that aftercare is a “reward” for the sub after she has performed correctly, doing x y z in a scene. Although aftercare is definitely rewarding, it is not a carrot/stick type of situation. Life happens. People have feelings and emotions. Even if your sub isn’t in the mental space to do what you had originally planned, that is no reason to separate from her. In fact, that is more of a reason to be present and take care of her. Be a human being first, a Dom second.

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