Digging through my closet I look around to try and find the black onesie I know is in here somewhere. *I seriously need to clean this closet out.* I pull the onesie out of the back of the closet and set it on the bed with the black cat ears, paws, and matching tail. Slipping out of my clothes. I fold them neatly and set them on the chair next to the bed; knowing Daddy wouldn’t be happy if I just threw them on the floor. Taking out the lotion I moisturize my whole body making sure I’m nice and soft for Daddy before I slip on my onesie and the cat ears. I take the coconut oil out and put a generous amount on the plug part of the tail before putting the paws on and putting the tail in my mouth to carry. When I reach the outside of Daddy’s study I drop to my knees and crawl into his office on my hands and knees.
Author: dot_princess
The Punishment (mf) (Daddy) (DDLG) (spanking) (punishment)
His eyes flame with the flash of anger sending shivers through my spine. “I told you not to fucking cum you little whore.” He advances on me and before I could blink, his hand around my throat. Not squeezing to the point where it would cut off my air, but firm, just enough to show me who was in charge. His other hand slides down to my sensitive princess parts that were still pulsing from the orgasm that had just torn through my body. He slides two fingers in my needy pussy. Moaning out my head falls back. The feel of his fingers sliding in and out of my needy cunt at the teasingly slow pace he had set was killing me. If he would just go a little faster… But just so I feel the second orgasm start to build he pulls his hand away.
Seeing what Daddy sees (masturbate) (sole f) (watching) (Daddy)
Daddy likes them so I guess I’m a keep them. Looking down at my nails I groan in frustration. They are way too long, but they look so good. I went and got them done yesterday as a gift to myself. They are almond shaped, a centimeter past my finger, and slut pink. Pink is just my color. When I look down at them, I smile. Daddy says they look sexy, but I just don’t know. I mean it’s so hard to do anything I can’t type or text or open a can of coke (not that I’m allowed to have one). I mean the girls in the pornos have nails like this and they look really pretty. Hmmm, I wonder if that’s how I would look. Getting up I go and grab the full-length mirror out of the closet and prop it up on the ground in front of my little area with the fluffy pink rug, and about the bazillion pink and light gray pillows; that I swore I just had to have.
Daddy checking on me (MF) (Daddy) (sex) (orgasm control)
Laying in my white rod-iron princess bed piled high with blankets, pillows, and stuffies. Burrowing farther under the covers I grind into the body pillow between my legs. Trying to ease the aching between my legs. Burying my face in my white polar bear, Snow, and bite down on his paw silently apologizing for hurting him, trying to be as quiet as possible because I am up way past my bedtime and I didn’t ask Daddy if I could play, so here I am rubbing my princess parts against my favorite pink pillow because technically I’m not playing. He never said I couldn’t “dance” against my pillow in bed, but knowing that if I told him my logic I would likely get my mouth washed out with soap for talking back and likely end up over his knee because I was playing without permission, along with a miserable week of not being allowed to play at all.