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You took me to the best department store this afternoon.
Bought me this beautiful dress.
Told me how beautiful I looked.
Treated me like your princess.
You love dressing me up.
And you must approve of my clothing...every single item.
You growled approval in my ear as you helped me into the car...
reaching your hand quickly into my dress to tweak my breast.

At the party I never leave your side. It is a very fancy event.
You love that I sparkle in such situations.
Able to make conversation easily. Engage in most any topic knowledgeably.
You love that every man in the room has admired my curves...
You point out a particular gentleman
...who can't seem to take his eyes off of me.
this pleases you immensely. that your babygirl is desired by others.

I call you daddy by accident in front of our host.
I blush furiously.
You beam. You love when I call you daddy.
I correct myself and use your name for the rest of the night...
I finger the choker at my neck... my dress collar...
anxious to have you take me home.

You pull me close to you as the evening begins to wind down.
your whisper a growl in my ear...
"you are my babygirl... my slut.... my perfect little whore...
and your Daddy is going to take you home
and
fuck you. JUST THE WAY I WANT TO."
*shiver* "Yes, daddy"
 
cascadiabound said:
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You took me to the best department store this afternoon.
Bought me this beautiful dress.
Told me how beautiful I looked.
Treated me like your princess.
You love dressing me up.
And you must approve of my clothing...every single item.
You growled approval in my ear as you helped me into the car...
reaching your hand quickly into my dress to tweak my breast.

At the party I never leave your side. It is a very fancy event.
You love that I sparkle in such situations.
Able to make conversation easily. Engage in most any topic knowledgeably.
You love that every man in the room has admired my curves...
You point out a particular gentleman
...who can't seem to take his eyes off of me.
this pleases you immensely. that your babygirl is desired by others.

I call you daddy by accident in front of our host.
I blush furiously.
You beam. You love when I call you daddy.
I correct myself and use your name for the rest of the night...
I finger the choker at my neck... my dress collar...
anxious to have you take me home.

You pull me close to you as the evening begins to wind down.
your whisper a growl in my ear...
"you are my babygirl... my slut.... my perfect little whore...
and your Daddy is going to take you home
and
fuck you. JUST THE WAY I WANT TO."
*shiver* "Yes, daddy"
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Very nice, cascadiabound!
 
cascadiabound said:
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You took me to the best department store this afternoon.
Bought me this beautiful dress.
Told me how beautiful I looked.
Treated me like your princess.
You love dressing me up.
And you must approve of my clothing...every single item.
You growled approval in my ear as you helped me into the car...
reaching your hand quickly into my dress to tweak my breast.

At the party I never leave your side. It is a very fancy event.
You love that I sparkle in such situations.
Able to make conversation easily. Engage in most any topic knowledgeably.
You love that every man in the room has admired my curves...
You point out a particular gentleman
...who can't seem to take his eyes off of me.
this pleases you immensely. that your babygirl is desired by others.

I call you daddy by accident in front of our host.
I blush furiously.
You beam. You love when I call you daddy.
I correct myself and use your name for the rest of the night...
I finger the choker at my neck... my dress collar...
anxious to have you take me home.

You pull me close to you as the evening begins to wind down.
your whisper a growl in my ear...
"you are my babygirl... my slut.... my perfect little whore...
and your Daddy is going to take you home
and
fuck you. JUST THE WAY I WANT TO."
*shiver* "Yes, daddy"
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ummmm write this into a story like now please.... If you don't I will .... blippin A that's erotic. I don't normally get into daddy/babygirl style but that gave me shivers with it!
 
cascadiabound said:
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You took me to the best department store this afternoon.
Bought me this beautiful dress.
Told me how beautiful I looked.
Treated me like your princess.
You love dressing me up.
And you must approve of my clothing...every single item.
You growled approval in my ear as you helped me into the car...
reaching your hand quickly into my dress to tweak my breast.

At the party I never leave your side. It is a very fancy event.
You love that I sparkle in such situations.
Able to make conversation easily. Engage in most any topic knowledgeably.
You love that every man in the room has admired my curves...
You point out a particular gentleman
...who can't seem to take his eyes off of me.
this pleases you immensely. that your babygirl is desired by others.

I call you daddy by accident in front of our host.
I blush furiously.
You beam. You love when I call you daddy.
I correct myself and use your name for the rest of the night...
I finger the choker at my neck... my dress collar...
anxious to have you take me home.

You pull me close to you as the evening begins to wind down.
your whisper a growl in my ear...
"you are my babygirl... my slut.... my perfect little whore...
and your Daddy is going to take you home
and
fuck you. JUST THE WAY I WANT TO."
*shiver* "Yes, daddy"
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So arousingly sensual. Would love to hear that whispered in my ear as he holds me close
 
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You laid out the clothes you wanted me to wear before you left this morning.
On the very top of the elegant fitted suit...
A collar and finely made leash.
The tag...engraved gold "MINE" on one side; "baby girl" in fancy script on the other.
I finger the tag and the leather before placing it around my neck.
My phone pings.
"Baby girl, meet me in 1 hour. Fully dressed. My office."

55 minutes later I am sitting just outside your door.
I hope you are pleased.
On the exterior I appear composed and elegant... A look I know you love...
But...my tummy is quivering.
My nerves are on fire.
My panties are certainly soaked.
I have to grip the chair so my hand does not shake.

Yes Sir. I am ready.
 
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This... might look harsh if you were watching.
And didn't know he loves me.

But this is right.
Me naked, and on my knees.
beside my love. My sir.

His hand on his throat...
this is not punishment.
This is love.
This is control
and his touch... his large hand on my throat...
his hand a collar of love.
attaches me to him like nothing else.

I feel my pulse beat in my throat against his palm.
my breathing quickens.
my body... a live wire...

I crave this.
His touch.
His control
The way he possesses me in every way.

I do this. I submit... willingly.
Because this is who I am.
Because I must.

We do this together.
Together we are whole.
 
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It had been a long meeting.
Too long.
Not very well organized.
And poorly moderated.
I was annoyed by how unproductive it all was...
before it was even half over.

Absentmindedly I played with my hair.
Keeping my face carefully composed so as to hide my annoyance.
But I shifted in my seat one too many times.
And you caught my eye.

Instantly I knew... you were just as irritated as me.
I blushed. Feeling caught. Hastily I picked up a pen.
No longer playing with my hair. Attempting to look... attentive.

But I could not stop looking at you.
Your well tailored suit.
The tie that complimented your eyes.
The grey in your hair.
Which I found, made you even more attractive than your younger counterparts.

My phone vibrated a text.
I glanced at it.
Everyone who might send me a text was in this meeting.
It was from you.
I looked up at you. Startled.
it said simply. "play with your hair"

I swallowed.
I set down my pen.
Slowly... I resumed idly fingering my long tresses.
But this time... I knew you were watching me.
I shifted in my chair again.
Now completely unable to track the inane conversation around me.

Just before the lunch break...another text.
"my office. 5 minutes."
You caught me eye the moment after I read it.
I nodded... ever so slightly.

I walked purposefully down the corridor to your office at the break.
I knew where it was,
though this would be my first time to actually enter it.
You were at your desk already.
Standing at the doorframe you glance up at me.

"Come in. And shut the door."

Just as with his texts... I simply did... exactly as he asked.
I wanted to.
Walking to his desk... he was behind me in a moment.
the button and zipper on my skirt released by his practiced hands.
dropping to the floor.

He moaned very softly when he saw that I had not worn panties.
And he growled in my ear... "mmmmm - a little slut?
no panties under those fancy clothes? Lovely"

It was...the first of many memorable office lunch breaks.
I get... aroused just thinking about those days.
waiting for those brief texts in meetings we both hated.
And the release of tension we built up as he teased me...

I loved being his office plaything.
It made going to work a true pleasure. :heart:
 
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Sub: He stripped me, bound me and then applied a blindfold.

I waited. What felt like an eternity when he
whispered in my ear…
“I am going to flog your pussy until you beg to cum for me.”

Dom: Instantly she began to drip, her hips undulating slightly.
I knew she was straining to hear what I was doing.
Making her wait a few more beats than she would want,
I selected a special flogger made of glove leather and tested it in the air,
close to her ear.
I love the ominous sound it makes when snapped,
but the leather is so soft it actually gives
more of a kiss than a bite when it lands against flesh.
I watched her try to prepare herself for the unknown.
Up until now, I had only flogged her lightly on the ass and breasts,
and never on her most tender nether region.

And so I began.
I worked lightly, making sure the impact was more like my fingers than something... unfamiliar.
My strokes were light - massage her flesh with the tongues of leather.
And I slowly increased both the rhythm and intensity knowing this would heighten her sensation....

She gasped and recoiled with the first few strokes,
and then that magical something began to happen.
With each successive stroke, the erotic connection I was forging grew.
Flogging for me is never about punishment...
rather, these sessions are more like deep, intimate kisses.
And I choose my implement (crop, flogger, hand) and technique,
combined with an intensity of bondage and control to
complete a total mind fuck bringing her to an intensely aroused state.

With fascination, I watched her hips continued to move,
but now she was undulating toward each stroke instead of recoiling in fear.
Her breathing grew more intense, panting and gasping
and she began to sing to me with the special combination
of whimpers and moans that are unique to her...
and invariably increases my arousal exponentially.
I watched her nipples harden into beautiful little rosy nubs
and her entire body dance with my strokes.

And then - she cried out over and over writhing in her bonds... her body wracked.
A light sheen of sweat formed between her beautiful breasts.

“Oh my GOD, Oh my GOD, FUCK. Ohhhhhhh my GODDDD.
PLEASE Sir, may I cum for you? Please Sir….PLEASE….may I cum for you?”

I smiled to myself, and edged her forward, applying the flogger to her beautiful dripping cunt.
I love hearing her beg. It makes me so hard.
And this time... knowing that she is begging now for something she never imagined would happen in her wildest dreams.

And then I granted her release,
showing her the amazing intensity of the
dance on the fringe of darkness when two truly dance as one….

“Cum for me, girl. Goooood girl. Cum for me.”

She exploded... her body wracking and writhing like I had never seen before.
It was.... BEAUTIFUL.

Later,as she lay draped over me, still trembling from her experience, she asked….

“How did you know? How did you know I could cum from that?
Does this happen with every woman?”

I stroked her hair and smiled.
My dearest, baby girl. Sometimes you just know who has that special something.
It makes me adore you... even more."
 
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He told me to bend over
He growled... I am going to check... and see just how wet your pussy is.
Yes...I know everyone can see.
Are you going to mind me, baby girl, or worry about them?
Good girl.
You make me happy when you just do as you’re told.
Besides, I love knowing that every man here is going to wish they were me.
They are all going to be hard for my baby girl.
 
cascadiabound said:
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It had been a long meeting.
Too long.
Not very well organized.
And poorly moderated.
I was annoyed by how unproductive it all was...
before it was even half over.

Absentmindedly I played with my hair.
Keeping my face carefully composed so as to hide my annoyance.
But I shifted in my seat one too many times.
And you caught my eye.

Instantly I knew... you were just as irritated as me.
I blushed. Feeling caught. Hastily I picked up a pen.
No longer playing with my hair. Attempting to look... attentive.

But I could not stop looking at you.
Your well tailored suit.
The tie that complimented your eyes.
The grey in your hair.
Which I found, made you even more attractive than your younger counterparts.

My phone vibrated a text.
I glanced at it.
Everyone who might send me a text was in this meeting.
It was from you.
I looked up at you. Startled.
it said simply. "play with your hair"

I swallowed.
I set down my pen.
Slowly... I resumed idly fingering my long tresses.
But this time... I knew you were watching me.
I shifted in my chair again.
Now completely unable to track the inane conversation around me.

Just before the lunch break...another text.
"my office. 5 minutes."
You caught me eye the moment after I read it.
I nodded... ever so slightly.

I walked purposefully down the corridor to your office at the break.
I knew where it was,
though this would be my first time to actually enter it.
You were at your desk already.
Standing at the doorframe you glance up at me.

"Come in. And shut the door."

Just as with his texts... I simply did... exactly as he asked.
I wanted to.
Walking to his desk... he was behind me in a moment.
the button and zipper on my skirt released by his practiced hands.
dropping to the floor.

He moaned very softly when he saw that I had not worn panties.
And he growled in my ear... "mmmmm - a little slut?
no panties under those fancy clothes? Lovely"

It was...the first of many memorable office lunch breaks.
I get... aroused just thinking about those days.
waiting for those brief texts in meetings we both hated.
And the release of tension we built up as he teased me...

I loved being his office plaything.
It made going to work a true pleasure. :heart:
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:heart: this !!! That would be the best job ! His office plaything. His little desk slut ...sigh
 
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