Six weeks. babygirl had been waiting six weeks since last seeing Daddy. In just a few hours, he’d be walking through her front door for what she liked to call “Daddy/babygirl cocoon time,” before getting on a plane to go home again.
Over the last weeks especially, babygirl had been riddled with anxiety about her status with Daddy, constantly wondering if the distance between them – physical and emotional, of late – were putting a toll on Daddy and if he was thinking about releasing her.
And over these weeks of anxiety, Daddy was there, constantly reassuring her that release wasn’t on his mind, but using her certainly was.
Before walking out the door to head to work for a few hours, babygirl looked at her couch, closely positioned near her bed where Daddy would do his work on babygirl. Spread across her couch were their toys – plugs, cuffs, gags, vibrators, and the cane which babygirl knew would likely get a lot of use this afternoon. Being the brat she was, babygirl pulled her phone out of her pocket and snapped a picture. Checking her watch, she hurried out the door.