I’ve always wanted a good girl like you, one who everyone would say was “raised right.” You have good manners, you’re polite and respectful to everyone even to a fault. You do good in school, help others in need, and even go to church. You can’t help it, you aim to please. You are a trusted and reliable member of your community and everyone you know would be shocked to see where you were right now, on your knees in front of me.
That’s because good girls have needs too. First there was the need to seek out release privately because no one you know could ever begin to understand this hidden side of you. Then there was first the need to message me even though I’m over twice your age. From there the need to turn into allowing me to unlock you and look inside the special world you’ve kept hidden from the rest of the world.
And good girls don’t need to be taught how to listen and obey, you already know how to do that. But you did need someone who knew how to take control of you… all of you. That’s the biggest need of all. Maybe that’s why boys your age didn’t appeal to you. You needed a man who knows what he wants and how to put you in that little space in your head and keep you there. And as you look up at me directly into my eyes as you had been trained I stroke your hair and praise you for being able to get away from that good-girl life for a while to be a good girl just for me.
In reality though you knew that I helped…. well, did all of it really. it felt good to be taught how to think and things that were confusing or difficult you just came to Daddy for direction and I always knew what to do. You knew that setting aside this weekend was planned by me but you knew I was praising you for how you executed it flawlessly. Your parents thought you were at your friends and your friends thought you were at your church and your church thought you were doing schoolwork. But at this time you were really being held firmly and gently by your neck and lifted ever so slightly from your knees so that I could bend down and kiss you.
As I pull out my hard thick daddy dick and push it into your sweet open mouth you think about how you got to this point. Although you’re cute it wasn’t just your body that interested me about you, but it was your mind. When I told you how I was going to make you into my little puppet you didn’t realize how much the idea excited you, but your panties did get embarrassingly wet that night.
You thank me for letting you suck my cock while it’s still in your mouth because you can’t help yourself from being polite. You wanted to thank me for a lot things. For making you wear a butt plug to class and to church, for teaching you to withhold your orgasm when you really really wanted to, and for making you cum more times than you ever knew possible. But you knew the best way to please me was to follow my rules and directions and that’s why you are here now.
I push into the back of your throat you swallow like you were trained. Your eyes begin to water from the corner as I wrap my hand around your throat again to feel the bulge of my cock inside you. You can’t breathe, but that’s not the point, the point is to maintain eye contact while I slowly pump your throat. You know you need to be the prettiest little fuckdoll for Daddy. It’s not about you, you trust that I’ll make the right decision when you breathe, right now it’s about showing the lengths you’ll go to serve.
And you really do show the lengths you’ll go every day. At first it was learning the rules. They came organically but the first one was the foundation all the rest lay upon – Be open and honest with me. You swore to it and soon you found yourself telling me things you had never told anyone in your life. What was more is that I understood those things in such a deep and meaningful way that it made you feel like you finally belonged somewhere. You belonged to me.
When did your top get ripped open and what was dripping onto it? You glance into the nearby mirror. Oh, Daddy must’ve almost brought you to blacking out on my cock again but as always I knew where the brink of and let you gasp for air as I rubbed my cock around your pretty face, your saliva dripping onto your tits of your torn open top while I groped you. It’s okay though, you had your bag of other clothes to wear when you left, these weren’t meant to leave this place in tact.
That was the strange effect Daddy had on you. You realized that even as you lived your good-girl life doing all those things that you made sure that you were always following Daddy’s rules and directions. They were subtle so no one else would ever know but at the same time they were all-consuming. Challenges to cum in the bathroom at school or wear nipple clamps under your clothes at church were ones you eagerly accepted and pulled off flawlessly each time. But today’s challenge was risky. The outfit I told you to wear was so slutty that if anyone that you knew saw you wearing it they would be absolutely stunned. A tiny top without a bra where your tits were almost spilling out was why it was so easy for me to tear open while you sucked dick. The skirt was so short your ass hung out the bottom and if you bent over the pink lacy panties would show. But you were careful and you got here without anyone you know seeing, even though those who did see you stared.
But it was worth it because now with your face on the floor and your ass in the air Daddy had the perfect view of you as your skirt rides up around your waist. I was checking your wetness, slipping two fingers past the lacy panties, and into your sweet young slit. It felt good to feel two powerful fingers push their way up inside of you like they know what they’re doing and where to go. You instinctively spread your legs out to allow me to claim what was mine.
Because now that you belonged to me you wanted to do whatever it took. And that’s when you heard the panties rip open, you feel your pussy finally exposed to the air around it, cool as it breezed across your wet needy slit. And this is what I wanted most of all. The way I convinced you that I needed it bare the first time was difficult, you had a hard time letting go of that last bit of control. It was risky, you said, but it was the only way, I replied back. And now I was rubbing my bare slick head back and forth across your needy wet slit. You resisted the urge to buck your hips back at the right moment and fit me in. You knew I wanted to wait for just the right moment. And that’s when I plunged inside of you….
And this was only the beginning. Together we would be able to hide all of this, me with the leash, you with the collar. And that’s why I always wanted a good girl like you….
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