Daddy's Little Girl

She is mine...

To please.
To tease.
To nurture.
To protect.
To guard.
To spoil.
To pamper.
To instruct.
To dominate.
To restrain.
To spank.
To entice.
To make squirm, and writhe.
To make her mewl.
To make her shake with excitement.
To make her drip.
To make her feel needed and desired.

All because she is mine. Of her will, because I have earned the honour to be hers as well.
This is beautiful, really beautiful. I don't know how to do this, but I'm trying to learn.
 
Her asleep.
Curled in my arms.
A sweet sleepy smile.
Gentle purrs as she breathes.
Caressing her hair.
Her safety, her security, her bliss.
This is my eternal duty,
For I am Him.
 
This is my collar.
This is my bond.
This is my trust.
This is my patience.
This is my caring.
This is my guidance.
This is my nurturing.
This is my aftercare.
This is my tenderness.
This is my discipline.
This is my heart.
This is my soul.
This is my gift to you.
For as much as you serve me,
I serve you...
 
I dictate her actions.
I approve her attire.
I regulate her pleasure.
I instruct her routine.
I possess her desires.
I respect her mind.
I trust her heart.
I have claimed her as my own,
Of her own will, as I have earned her respect and her trust.
By the virtue of her grace, she is mine...
Owned.
Collared.
LOVED...
 
Lovely posts today, HB!

Hi, Curvy!

This is my favorite thread, I have some things I want to post later when I'm home!
 
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