I'd like to state-this is a master/sub sexual relation, not incest (just making that clear.)
I sit on his couch, my head facing down looking at the floor, legs together and hands on my lap. He sits beside me, his body angled towards me, he stares at me, observing my body langue he asks “Are you okay sweetie?” Still with my eyes planted on the ground I nod, though that’s not the truth, my stomach and chest are filled with butterflies of anxiety, fluttering their wings strongly as if they are trying to escape my fear filled body. “Good, cause if you weren’t you’d tell me right?” his tone sounding concerned “Yes” I answer quietly “That’s a good girl” he says, sliding his hand under my dress placing it on my thigh His words make my chest rise as I take a deep breath of excitement, his touch makes me bite my bottom lip softly to hold back the moan of emotion that wants to escape. With his other hand he places his fingers at the bottom of my chin lifting my head to look at him, my eyes meet his “I see that you’re nervous, but I’ll take care of you, you should not worry” as he says this looking into my eyes, I believe him, settling my nerves ever so slightly. He leans forward and presses his lips tenderly on mine for a few moments then stops, but still very close to my face he lets me know what he expects from today, “If you are a good girl, and do as I tell you, you will be in no harm,” I watch his lips move with every word “but, if you do not do as you’re told, and are a naughty girl you will be punished, do you understand?” I look back up at his eyes where we meet each other’s gaze “okay” “okay?” his brow turning down Realising my mistake and I phantom up the courage to compile the words together, “yes, Daddy” my voice shaky he smiles, “good girl” Read more »