Nzerxx
Really Experienced
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Days come and go, wants and needs will always change.
Dry hacks and pained sound ring, a horrible din compared to her usual cheer.
"Sweet One... What's wrong? What can I do to help?"
She looks up and tries to smile, but I can see the pain in her eyes.
Straining to speak and show her usual enthusiasm, she falters and groans.
"Daddy... I'm sick. I'm so sorry I don't want to be a sick girl for you..."
Her eyes once laced with pain now betray fear and and anxiety.
Hushed murmurs as I examine, my eyes missing nothing as I search for her ills.
"Sweet One, you seem feverish, and hoarse. A common bug. Nothing for you to be ashamed of. Nothing you could prevent."
Her eyes relax ever so slightly as she draws a deep breath.
Hearing my words have soothed her mind, but cannot ease her discomfort.
"But Daddy, I can't be what I need to be with you like this... I can't serve..."
A finger slides to my mouth, a gentle sound to call for her silence.
Astutely I draw myself up, and return in a moment, carrying her objects of comfort.
Affectionately I address her applying everything I can. Her Dominant I am, but only after I give her my care and devotion.
"Here is your blanket, your medicine and your dinner. As much as you serve me, I serve you... That is our covenant."
HB
contented sigh

