Daddy Tells You When To Breathe.

Lunch meeting with your boss. She appreciates you as an employee.

Let Daddy take care of you - that's a good girl.

That lip was made for me to bite, babygirl.

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When you need daddy's hands to calm you down.

Such a pretty little girl.

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“Do you trust me?” he whispered. “With every cell in my body” she answered.

She gave him her trust and surrendered her body to him. He treasured her heart and protected her soul. Duality.

Stay until I call you; silent until spoken to; quiet your mind and await my touch.

Perfect position, little one.

Are you young, small, short and petite? Are you a submissive desperate to be loved and used by an older dominant man? Do you like to regress, do you fantasize about being raped, do you get off on incest kink? Do you have an oral fixation?

Consider an owned life. You will have no responsibilities except to pleasure your Daddy - and to be pleasured by him. To take each day as it comes, to read books, curl up in a ball and sleep all afternoon, to wear only panties, or anything but, and to take Daddy whenever or wherever He decides, in whatever way He decides, as His free use slave.

You will curl your tongue around his cock and curl your small hands around his finger, you will cum until your brain breaks and your body melts into a moaning, whimpering, shuddering pool of violated innocence, clinging to Daddy's strength. You will fight Him as he tears away your panties, receive spankings to correct your behavior, train your ass to receive his cock. You will allow yourself to be bound, spread, tied, gagged, blindfolded, pinched, slapped, choked, tickled, and forced to orgasm.

You will find yourself pressed between Daddy and his friend, filled beyond belief. You will find yourself making out with another little playmate as Daddy takes turns with each of you. You will be on display at parties, as an object or centerpiece. Or you will be kneeling with your head down at Daddy's beck and call.

You will allow yourself to be touched under the table at restaurants, you will allow Him to eat you out at the movie theater, you will have your mouth on Daddy in the car, always.

But you will orgasm - God you will orgasm more than anyone should expect from life.

You were so much younger, so much smaller, acting like such a bitch, such a brat. You even mocked me, for an instant. And then turned around. You were taking aim, seductively leaning over the table, lifting your ass in my direction, your elegant dress parting down the length of your leg. You knew what you were doing. I knew.

When I flattened you against the table, it was so violent it took your breath away. It was also mechanical, unceremonious, unromantic. I bent you over like a tool. Plied you open and pushed myself into you. I didn't think of you as a person. I didn't treat you with respect. I fucked you like a piece of meat.

You were obedient. You made no cry, no sound. You did not move. You allowed yourself to feel used. Truly used. An object. Powerless. Put in your place. Exactly what you had hoped - a Man able to be a Man, not a whining boy her age, but a pile-driving fucking Man who could break her.