She could hear the tremble in his voice. He was touching himself when he asked if she was being a good girl. Of course, she was, well in her own little twisted way. Her breaths deep and with conviction, she assured the man on the phone that her trip was going well and that she had made good friends. What she didn’t mention was the friend she had made sat next to her with his hand rubbing her soft Nubian skin. Was it the fact that he was a stranger, or the fact that his light hand made such a deep contrast against her dark skin? Either way, it was confession time.

Brian loved how comfortable she was on the phone. She didn’t hide her need from the man, nor from him. She would be a filthy addition to his “family”. He watched and listened as she told of her day and meeting the nice stranger at the bar. How he bought her drinks, took her to dinner, and that’s where she left the story. Brian knew what she was doing. She was feeding him just enough to wonder if she allowed herself to be tainted with the touch of another man. Something he loved. Girls who don’t hid their needs have always been the most attractive to him. Maybe it was just the dirty old man side of himself that mad his cock throb in his pants, or could be her seductive words that lured him to erection.

“That was my father. He knew that I wasn’t alone,” she trembled. “He could tell it from the way my voice quivered. I will tell him about all of this, you know,” she smiled, her perfect white teeth catching her bottom lip in a light squeeze.

“Shhh little one. Close your eyes and let yourself explore as you confess. Feed me,” he whispered.

Her breath held so much behind each pant. She wanted to tell him everything, but hesitation kept her words in a little longer. Adinna was scared of being judged, though she knew that he never would. How could he? His guilt ran much deeper than her own.

Licking her lips, she kept her eyes closed as he asked. She wanted to touch herself, write a novel across her flesh. Allowing her to open the book was all she needed. Resting her hand on her knee, Adinna slowly stroked her flesh. The slightest of movements released a faint scent of the coconut lotion she applied liberally before leaving her room. She had soaked her body into a beautiful sheen, not knowing that it was one of his favorites.

“At first I felt dirty, you know. Letting him see me touch, but Daddy turned the lights low and we never raised our voices above a whisper. It seemed filthier that way,” she whispered. “I’m soaking now, I can feel it between my legs,” she added.

“Focus little one. Just allow your fingers to talk to me right now. I already know your words,” Brian whispered.

Pulling in a deep breath, she held it for a moment before allowing herself to breath again. Stroking her hands softly over her inner thighs, one hand on each side painting a picture in braille. He couldn’t see her, but he could hear the soft moans she held back as the very tips of her nails scraped upwards. She wanted to tell him everything, but body was the perfect way to give her confession to the man. As the hem of her dressed inched up, she could hear him adjust himself in his seat. His body was as heightened as hers. She could hear it without even seeing him.

That scent drove him wild. One of his favorites, he would love to lather his cock the same, but not yet. Anticipation is the only drug he fully indulged in.

“Show me,” he said.

She felt his hand on her own. Moving higher over the front of her silk panties, she showed him through the darkness of the room. Moving her fingers for a moment, Adinna allowed him to feel the dew that dripped from her lily. Her panties saturated in the nectar. With her mind spinning, the sensation of her own hand once again sending shockwaves of impending pleasure through her core. She had done this with one other man, and now him.

“There. See what you’ve done little one,” Brian spoke.

Her flesh felt like spun sugar beneath his fingers. Soft, sweet, and decadent to the touch, and he was sure the taste would prove the same. Not yet though. She hadn’t earned his taste yet. That would come when she fed him a little more from her lips.

Nodding in the dark, Adinna knew he didn’t need to hear her confessions. He could feel them for now. Prickles of lust now blanketing her body, the fire flowed through her veins. She wanted him to know everything even if it meant he would label her a whore.

“I was the one he wanted all along. Not her. For years she was just a substitute for him. He never said it, but I knew it. I felt it when he looked at me and her. His eyes hungry for my flesh as he avoided hers all together. I’m sure that’s why she eventually left. She couldn’t play the game any longer. Not when he accidently called my name with her,” Adinna, giggled almost in a smug manner.

She was sure it was hard for the older woman to compete with someone so soft and young. Flesh that held the wonders of the world beneath it, not already soiled with the filth of others. Being first has a special ring to it. Like it’s an honor or even a privilege to show another how powerful they really are. Her body stretched out, she placed his hand on the front of her soaked panties, smiling wickedly with desire.

“Can you imagine how that will taste, feel, and even, smell? Like the cotton candy at the first carnival of the summer. Something so enticing that you will never lick enough off your lips to rid yourself of me,” she whispered.

More to come.

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“Secret confessions are whispers from the soul, hidden in the quiet corners of the heart. They carry the weight of truths too fragile for the world to hold, yet too loud to silence forever. In the stillness of solitude, they escape in hushed tones, hoping for redemption, understanding, or release. These private admissions shape us, reveal us, and haunt us. Though unspoken aloud, they echo endlessly within, reminding us of our vulnerabilities and desires. A secret confession is not weakness—it is the bravest part of us daring to be heard, even if only in the dark.”

Sitting across from the man, she twitched slowly when he reached over, dimming the lights in the room. The city outside was the only thing that illuminated the room. He was making it comfortable for her to confess her dirtiest secret yet. 

“I’ve always found him to be my weak spot. The way he talks to me with such powerful words. How he calls me his little angel. I know it’s wrong, but I couldn’t resist any longer,” she whispered.

Her teeth now giving her bottom lip a grip, she knew in her heart he wouldn’t judge, but her mind played filthy little tricks on her. Some wouldn’t understand the bond they had with each other. 

Smirking, Brian was getting everything he wanted from the young girl. He knew there was an attraction when he watched her at the pool, but this was better than he could have ever expected. She was one of those dirty girls that he wanted. He could feel the way his cock pulsed. Rising quickly, but this was going to be a long night and he was in no hurry to rush.

Licking her lips, Adinna took a deep breath, almost whispering the confession. 

“It started a bit ago. I noticed he watched my every movement. Bought me clothing that he liked, and even made sure that I went for weekly manicures and pedicures. I had to be the only girl in school who had them because the others seemed so envious. Daddy would get them along with me. Making sure to pick out the deepest red for me always. Even when I asked for others, he denied it. Daddy has a way of getting what he wants. I think the ladies knew something was off, but they never said a word.” she laughed. 

She now had Brian’s full attention. His mouth watering to slip her heels off and look at those toes. How could she know that red was his baby girl’s color as well? Maybe all daddies like that for their little girls. Each word she confessed took his arousal to a deeper level, strengthening his need. 

“So, he takes good care of you?” he inquired. 

She nodded, shivering at the knowledge that her panties were damp with need. She wondered if he could smell the heat that built between her thighs. Her daddy always told her that he knew that she needed him because her scent was sweeter when aroused. Maybe it was because every morning before she slipped from the bed he brought her a big cup of fresh squeezed pineapple juice. He would sit on the bed and make sure she drank every single drop before he gave her a morning kiss and let her get ready for the day. Sometimes that included a long bubble bath. He did love to wash her hair for her and make sure that she was clean all over.

“He does. The night before he allowed me to come on this trip he spent hours in the dark whispering secrets to each other. He even packed my bags for me so I have all the sexiest clothes. He likes for me to call him at night and tell him what I wore and if anyone noticed. I guess I will need to tell him about tonight,” she giggled. 

Adjusting himself, Brian moved to sit next to Adinna, his hand now on her soft caramel skin. The contrast of light and dark made the older man slightly growl out of need. The way she spun her words drove him wild with a drunken lust. 

“Such a good girl you are to always do as told. I can appreciate a young woman who respects her father in such a way,” he said. 

She watched his hand as he spoke. Each layer of skin he touched now blanketed with a soft ripple of chills. It was as though he was writing his lust in braille on her flesh. A masterpiece for only the two of them to enjoy. As his fingers moved closer to her heat, she trembled in anticipation of a confession she never meant to confess.

“Sometimes, his breath on my skin makes me say words that only a whore should repeat. The filth that he draws out of me causes someone else to possess my body and at times, it frightens me at what I want him to do to me,” Adinna whimpered, her hand moving to her mouth to shush her lips.

Was she sharing too much with him? Adinna knew he wouldn’t judge her, but this secret seems so dirty. 

Leaning close, he pressed his lips close to her ear, whispering, “Let it go. Tell me everything that haunts your body. I promise to keep you safe.”

The room now dark, Adinna leaned back on the couch, her eyes closing softly as all inhibitions went away. It was time she told someone her secret confessions. 

“He, well, he allowed me to touch myself while he did the same. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear the hitch in his voice the moment he loosened himself from his pants. Daddy told me before he explored my body, he wanted me to learn how to do it first. A girl should always know the places that warm her the most. At first it felt like electricity when I touched the smoothness. God, so silky smooth and warm. He tasted me from my fingers and growled like a beast,” she giggled.

Her soft whimpers drove his mind wild. He wouldn’t touch himself, not yet at least. It was the mind fuck that made Brian crave this dirty girl. Knowing she was inches away from him and touching what would soon be his sent waves of pleasure through his body. The moment she offered her fingers to him, every thought left his body. She tasted like honey before it had been spun. Pure, rich, and decadent. She was his hive and he was the little bee that craved her sweet nectar. 

Lost in her own body, Adinna shook the moment her phone rang. Instinct forcing her to grab it, she answered without thinking. 

“Princess, are you being a good girl?”

In the middle of it all, her own father felt the need to call. Did he know what was pleasing another man? A good dominate always knows when a well-trained baby girl is doing what she was born to do. 

Her legs opened a bit more, fingers feathering over her slickened mound, Adinna held back a whimper, and whispered her hidden filth in only a code he would know. 

“Of course. I am always a good girl for you,” she giggled.

More coming soon. 

Part One

Part Two

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The sun kisses her smooth, caramel-toned skin as she lounges by the poolside, the turquoise water shimmering behind her. Her long, curly hair cascades over her shoulders, catching the light like silk. She wears a sleek, jet-black swimsuit that highlights her radiant beauty. A golden anklet glistens as she dips her toes into the cool water, laughter dancing in her warm brown eyes. Sipping a fruity cocktail, she leans back, basking in the tropical breeze. The palm trees sway gently, framing her elegance like a masterpiece. Confidence and grace radiate from her, turning heads effortlessly in this paradise retreat.

As her glasses dipped down, she noticed him. How could she not. Tall, handsome, and confident, the man at the bar seemed to know everyone. A quick trace of her tongue over her bottom lip, the ebony beauty was intrigued. Leaning over the bar, the female bartender whispered in his ear. What was she saying? God, why did she even care? She couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something about the older male that pulled the young girl in like a moth to the flame.

“Can I get you another drink?” the waitress asked.

Snapped back to reality, the beauty stretched out, ordering a fruity drink from the menu before devising her plan to learn more about that man.

“Hey, who is he?” she asked.

Looking at the bar, the waitress snickered. It wasn’t the first time someone asked about him. Hell, if she had a dollar each time a young girl wanted to know something, she could take a day off.

“Daddy Brian?” she laughed. “I mean, his name is Brian,” she smiled.

A chill radiated over her body. Did the woman call him daddy? She was sure she heard that right, but wouldn’t push it. Not yet at least.

“So, I assume he’s a regular here?” she asked.

Sitting the drink down, the waitress looked over to the bar, her voice lowering a bit, “He is, but this is the first time without his daughter. I’m kind of surprised actually.”

Adinna was curious, but cautious at the same time. She didn’t want to scare the waitress with all the questions, but the older white man seemed to be getting under her skin. The reference to daddy only made it worse. She held that part of her life closed off and tucked away from anyone.

“Daughter? Is she young?” she asked.

“About your age,” the waitress now whispered. “I will be back,” she added.

As the waitress walked away, Adinna watched and waited. Her finger tracing around the rim of the glass, without knowing she slipped it in her mouth, sucking the sweetness from the tip. It wasn’t until the man she was watching noticed did she become excitedly uncomfortable. His smirk said it all, but holding up his drink to cheers her across the pool made the warmth inside of her apparent. Whatever this man was brought a rush of memories back to the young girl. Ones so taboo that the tip of her tongue stung as a warning that some secrets are better left unsaid.

“Brian, the man at the bar sent you a drink. He said,” the waitress giggled, “You look as though you might need something to cool you down. The heat is terrible today.”

Adinna’s hand shook as she took the glass, wanting to know everything about the man. She hoped the waitress could keep a secret and not tell him she asked so many personal questions.

“Tell me about his daughter,” she whispered.

Exhaling, the waitress turned her head away from the bar, her voice low as to not be heard. “She is stunning. Your exact coloring. They play all day at the pool, laughing, touching, but never anything to cause alarm. It’s the night time that tells the real stories. The sounds that come from the young girls room,” she said.

Called away again, the waitress scurried away, she knew she was revealing far too much. The entire staff knew that something was happening. At night Daddy Brian and the young girl would venture into the hotel club to dance, but the girl always wore clothing no father would approve of. Dancing the night away with older men, the young girl always kept her daddy in her line of sight. Her body promiscuous, but her mind, she fed Daddy Brian with every thrust upon those older male guests of the resort.

Watching from the bar, Brian knew he was the center of the conversation between the young girl and the waitress. The way that sensual little minx traced her finger on the glass, and her sienna colored eyes followed him had him intrigued. He was sure the staff at the resort knew about most of his activities, but how much did they really know? If the walls of the hotel room could talk, they would be shocked.

Sunlit Seduction

Finishing her shift, the waitress grabbed a drink, sitting poolside with the young girl. She knew the girl wanted to know more, but on the clock she really needed to be careful. Guest secrets were never to be spilled. Well, until now.

“I’m Mila, by the way. If I let something slip about a guest, please just keep it between us. I can tell that Daddy Brian has his eyes on you,” laughed the waitress, stretching her long legs out on a lounge.

Adinna laughed, her eyes still drawn to the man at the bar. He had sent over two drinks so far, so he knew there was something brewing between the two.

“Tell me, I know there is something more?” she asked.

Exhaling, the waitress sipped her drink before talking. “Well, the staff has said that at night they hear sounds coming from their room. You know, sounds! Plus the room cleaners have found evidence that someone is having taboo delights in their room.”

Adinna chewed her bottom lip as she listened to the confession of the waitress. All of it makes her slender young body warm with need. She had her secrets, maybe some of them the same, but this was the first time someone said them out loud. It made what she was feeling for years so much more real.

“So, they’re having ….sex?” Adinna whispered.

Shrugging, the waitress couldn’t deny or confirm it, but she knew, they all knew the truth.

“I have to go. Be careful what you wish for,” Mila winked before walking away.

Before she could thank her for talking, Brian took her place in the lounge. Stretching out his body, he watched the young kitten like a lion waiting to pounce. The hunger in his eyes from her scent caused his eyes to close and a long inhale savored. She smelled like suntan lotion and his favorite caramel candies. He could almost taste one melting on his tongue. Such a burst of sweet cream that caused a moment of silence between the two. When he arrived at the resort alone he was hungry for something, but now, he was salivating as he waited to get his first taste.

“Well then, it’s about time you allowed time for me,” Brian said.

His voice smooth, low, and seductive, Brian couldn’t get enough of this girl. Something about her told him the stories they could write together would be a masterpiece of sin. He wasn’t much for small talk, but for now, he would indulge. She was worth his time and interest.

“Sorry, were you waiting for me?” she said, her voice filled with anticipation.

“You could say that. I guess, I knew that you needed company tonight,” he replied.

She was flustered at his assumptions, but knew that he was right. She had waited forever to confess things that were growing deep within her core. Twisting the corner of her towel tight, she watched the man who the staff called Daddy and felt her heart race with anticipation. Would he invite her to his room? God, what if he did?

“How did you know that, Da…. Brian?” she asked.

His chuckle painted the picture of the day. He knew right away she wanted to call him Daddy. Most younger women did, and he loved every minute of it. Truth be told he felt himself twitch wondering if her bikini bottoms were getting wet.

“I’ll tell you at dinner tonight. Wear something pretty for me, baby girl,” he said.

Handing the young one a card with his room number on it, Brian excused himself to pay the bar tab and retire to his room for a bit. He wasn’t tired. His hope was she would stew in her own juices for a bit and sexually suffer a bit before joining him.

Along Came A Spider

Your gaze, a spark upon my skin,
A silent promise, warm within.
Your breath, a ghost against my ear,
A whispered pull, so dark, so near.

Fingers trace like liquid gold,
A touch that burns, a tale untold.
Lips that hover, tempt, deny,
A game we play with smoldered sighs.

Night surrenders to your heat,
A rhythm slow, a pulse so sweet.
No words are left, just aching space,
A dance of want, a tangled chase.

Come closer now, let silence speak,
And taste the hunger lovers seek.

As the sun kissed the moon good night and disappeared into the sea, Adinna stood in front of a full length mirror. Her dress the palest shade of blue and clung to every inch of her frame. Breast small, but enough for a mouthful, it was the curve that defined her ass that drove men wild. She was the type of girl that got attention whether she tried or not. Her body was extraordinary. As she brushed her hands down the front of her dress, chills radiated like a blanket over her body. Would she find out the secret behind the noises the staff whispered about, or would she be another story for them to tell? Either way, she needed to find out. Curiosity was getting the best of the young girl.

Perched atop a luxury beach resort, this stunning penthouse offers breathtaking panoramic ocean views. A soft knock on the door brought Brian back to reality. He had spent the last 20 minutes watching the ocean darken, thinking about the new baby girl he met earlier at the pool. Something about her oozed innocence, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. She was hiding something deep and dark. Grinning like the Cheshire cat when he heard the knock, his mouth already salivated and he hadn’t tasted her yet. He had something the young didn’t. Patience.

She waited, wondering about the other side of that door. Would she find all the answers she sought, or would he confirm that her own desires were as shocking as his? Time would tell, but as the door opened, her heart fluttered. He was tall, handsome, and defined. It was at that moment that the difference in the color of their skin intoxicated her. She was the color of warm caramel and him, he was a vanilla delight. Something about the two seemed to blend well together.

“Come in, baby girl. I’ve been waiting,” he said.

As though a little spider crawled up her spine, waves of chills caused her breath to catch in the back of her throat. He was baiting her with words and she was dripping wet with each one revealed. “I hope this is what you meant by dressing nice for dinner?” she asked, spinning slowly in the doorway. The threshold between the hall and the room loomed in front of her. Once she crossed it, would there be a point of no return?

He watched her, his smile curling to one side. She looked delicious and anticipating that first taste made him stop and think of his words before speaking. 

“Baby girl, you could wear a sack and still look good. I approve,” he said. 

Savor The Night

Though the air was thick with need, and he knew the moment she took the first step into his room he could have her. That wasn’t him though. A game of cat and mouse would always win out with him. He wanted to be famished when he took her. Right now, he wanted a taste, but waiting was half the fun. Plus, it was time to make half the men in the resort beg for her attention. Brian loved the idea of having what others craved. 

Her eyes sparked with wonder as she watched the man. His body language spoke volumes. He was confident with his movements, striding across the room with almost an air of arrogance. Her breaths were sharp and fast, her body shook at his scent. 

“Thank you. Are we eating here, or?” she quivered as she spoke.

He laughed, holding out his arm for her. Of course they would be dining out. He wanted to show off his newest possession, plus, getting to know her a little better had the tip of his tongue twitching. 

Reaching for her arm, the older man lace it protectively with his. Would people think she was his baby girl? Or would they assume the white man is escorting a beautiful Nubian Princess for the evening. Either way, she will be calling him Daddy Brian by the end of the evening. He knew that the moment she showed up at his hotel room. She might be young, but she wasn’t stupid. She had to know he wanted her in all the filthiest of ways. 

The hotel, a 5 star resort, held a table for the man without reservation, seating the couple the moment they arrived. Seated in a corner table, she could feel the heat of male and females unable to keep their prying eyes off of them. Ordering drinks the moment they arrived, Brian ordered his usual, and a Shirley Temple for his baby girl. She was old enough to drink there, but he loved the thoughts of otherwise. 

“Sweetheart, tell me about yourself. I want to hear everything about you,” he said.

Wiggling for a moment in her seat, her light brown hues took him in. Never in a million years did she expect to be sitting across the table from this man tonight. Her hands in her lap, fidgeting, she bit her bottom lip at what to say. 

“There is not a lot to say. It’s my first trip away from home by myself. My father is a bit protective over me, and my mother left a few years ago,” she said. “I have a younger sister, but she’s with my mom,” she added.

The moment she mentioned living with her father, he wondered why? Most girls stay with the mom, so why not her? His head spun as he played out all the reasons in his mind. 

“Are you close with your father,” he asked, reaching for her hand.

She slid her hand in his, their skin so different, yet it was a beautiful contrast. Brushing the back of her hand with his thumb in a fatherly manner, his intentions were anything but honorable. There was a familiar throbbing in his groin, but he liked it that way. The need was a welcomed relief and intensified his anticipation.

“Very close. He is a good man,” she whispered, her throat parched.

Grabbing the drink as the waitress sat it down, Adinna savored the cool sweetness. What was it about this man that made her want to confess unspoken words to him? Closing her eyes for a moment, her pulse finally settling to a normal pace, she collected thoughts before continuing.

“I love it just being the two of us. When my mother was there, she was very unhappy that I am a daddy’s girl. My sister is the opposite. She clings to my mother as though she is still connected at the tit,” she laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. 

Brian smirked, leaning over the table to whisper against her ear. His lips barely touched the slender shell, “Shhh you look stunning with a blush to your cheeks. You’re making daddy throb.”

Both oblivious to the glances of strangers. Women sulking as the men they dined with couldn’t keep their eyes off the young girl. There was something magnetic about the way she laughed. Almost infectious. A few of those men would get a stern talking to later, but it would be worth it. When you see a one in a million woman, you embrace it. 

She leaned back in her chair as though all air left the room. Was he giving her permission to call him daddy? God, she hoped so. It would be in the way she had hoped to use it for many years, but never dared. Everything she wanted was suddenly happening, all of it coming to be, but she was ready for it? 

Eyes locked, neither saw the waiter standing next to the table until he spoke. They were too lost in the moment to even care what others thought.

“Your order, Sir?” he asked. 

Brian ordered for the both of them, smirking at the girl when he told the waiter to bring his daughter another drink. It was the look on her face and the wiggle in her seat that gave indication that by the end of the evening she would beg for daddy to take every inch of that beautiful young body.

Dinner came and went, the staff paying special attention to the table. They knew the man well, and what he needed. Without asking they brought a tray of seasonal fruit, all sweet and picked to perfection. It was his signature dessert, plus, sweet things in,  cause sweet things to come out. There was a method to his madness and tonight when he nestled himself between those creamy thighs all the secrets she held so deep would spill into his mouth. 

Brian waited until the waiter left to bring a slice of the pineapple to her lips. Holding it on the bottom one, he traced the outline of the soft pillow, staining her lips with a light glaze. 

“Bite it, now!” he said

Adinna bit down on the pineapple, a burst of sweet seduction flooded her mouth. There was nothing in her world that compared to the erotic pleasure she was about to receive. She truly was innocent to the devious ways of the older man. His experience and her untapped hive could prove to be mind blowing to all involved. 

Bite after bite, he fed her the fruit, making sure to dribble a bit down her chin. In closed settings he would lap her clean, but here, he took satisfaction in seeing the tiny trial of sweetness on her face.

Are you ready for part 2? It’s coming very soon. 

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Disclaimer: This is just a story. It is not about me. It is actually an inspiration for a book in the works. I am sharing it because the story is actually progressing very well.

I always knew that I wanted to save myself for marriage, but fate took the lead when it came to my virginity. My parents were very active members of the social circuit in our town. What most didn’t know was that they were very deep into the fetish community. Late parties at my home were something I grew up with but was never allowed to view. At 9pm on Friday nights, I needed to disappear. Whether staying with a friend, or in my room, I was not allowed to come into the family room. If I am being honest, I was curious, but too scared to find out. For a while I assumed they were witches and sacrificing souls in the backyard. Yes, a childish thought, but it was better than the truth.

I remember that Friday night vividly. Fall was upon us, and the night chilly, so I didn’t go out as often. Bonfires with friends were too cold to attend. At 9 pm on the dot, my mother reminded me that my bedroom was waiting and there already was snacks waiting for me. I had a private bathroom, so really, there was no need to come out of my room. Plus, the privilege of owning a cell phone, computer, and cable TV meant that I had everything an 18 year old could possibly want or need. Well, almost everything. I still was curious when I watched from the window and seen each car park and the couples come into the house. Most of them were my friend’s parents, but sometimes a new one attended. That always had my full attention.

Daddy shocked me.

Curiosity killed the cat, or something like that. Around midnight I did it. I snuck out of my bedroom and sat at the top of the stairs watching. Oh, my GOD! Those people, the ones that call themselves the pillars of society were in the middle of my living room having sex, being spanked, and wearing collars around their necks. My own father walked around with a leash and collar around his neck. I thought he was a real man because he was a CEO of a very large company. Little did I know, he was acting like a bitch in heat and wiggling his ass at every cock in the room. My love for him didn’t die that day, but my respect sure did. I knew at that moment that I could have anything I wanted with the knowledge that I obtained. Sadly, that high was short lived.

“What are you doing out of your room?” she asked.

My mother stood behind me on the stairs with a look of disgust on her face. I knew the second I looked up that she was disappointed in me. There is a huge difference between mad and disappointed. I would rather she grounded me for life than look at me like I was disobedient.

Stammering for words, my eyes filled with tears as I looked up at her. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t sleep and I heard noises down here,” I lied.

“Am I supposed to believe that? You have everything you need, and yet you come out and bother us?” she sighed.

I shook my head, stood, and proceeded to head back to my bedroom when a hand stopped me. My mother grabbed the back of my sleep shirt, tugging it hard, “Oh no. You want to be a grown up, so come join the party.”

As curious as I was, I didn’t want to know anything about what they did in the darkness of the night. Seeing my father was enough to scar me for life.

“I’m sorry, please. I’m tired.”

Without another word my mother twisted her fist in the back of my pink flowered shirt and forced me down the stairs into the middle of Sodom and Gomorrah. People, no, friends parents all stopped as I stood there with my mouth wide open.

“Friends, we have a spy among us. You see, my lovely daughter has decided that she wants to join the party. I had hoped she would wait a while, but tonight will be her coming out party. Everyone, welcome her,” she announced.

The room erupted in a wave of cheers, claps, and smiles, but some of the couples held back their fear with fake faith.

“I have decided to allow Daddy to have my precious angel. He will choose her punishment or pleasure,” she added.

My father rested on his knees in a submissive pose, his face hiding the shock of what was to come for me. I am sure he knew already, but he also knew his place in this world. He was a submissive and my mother’s word was law.

Out of the corner of my eyes I saw him. The man they all referred to as Daddy. Standing at least 6 ft 4, he was a large man covered in tattoos. Right away he gave the biker vibe. Someone rough and dangerous, but as much as he was feared, he was loved.

“Bring her to me,” he said, his voice as though he scared his throat with a shot of whiskey.

“Mom,” I whined, not wanting to go to this stranger.

Smiling, she looked over with a wicked glance, “Go see Daddy. He will show you how to be a good girl.”

Reluctantly I moved to the man, noticing that he was at least a foot taller and a 100 pounds heavier that me. I’m sure the fear in my eyes fed his carnal needs.

“Kneel!” he said, his voice demanding.

I don’t know what happened at that moment, but I was on my knees with my baby blue eyes on the man. Almost as though I was trained to show him respect.

“Good girl,” he said, his hand reaching out to lightly stroke her hair.

My entire body shaking, I folded my hands in my lap, never once looking away at the man. I counted the tattoos on his arms and hand, all of them hinting at danger. Whoever this man is, the entire room respected him and feared him at the same time. I didn’t realize that tears rolled down my cheek until he laughed.

“Scared little kitten? Are you scared of what Daddy has planned for you?” he asked.

All I could do was nod my head. I was terrified of what they all had planned, not just him. My parents are there to protect me, not feed me to the lion. Unable to move, my mother placed herself behind me, her hands reaching out and pulling the zipper of his tattered jeans down. I couldn’t look away when she reached in his pants with the hand that held her wedding ring and pulled out his cock. When I say I died at that moment I don’t mean in the physical sense, but in the soulful one. His cock, that beast, was at least 10 inches in length, 6 inches around and filled with pulsating veins. If that wasn’t enough, the head was pierced. God, who does that? Who would allow a needle to rip around the flesh of their most sensitive body part? The devil, that’s who.

“Kiss it,” he said.

I wanted to resist, but my mother stood behind me forcing my head forward. No, I didn’t open my mouth, but I placed my first kiss on the head. It was my first kiss experience. Never in my wildest of dreams did I assume that I would kiss a cock and not a boy my own age.

“Dismissed,” he said, looking at my mother.

As the woman who gave birth to me moved away, Daddy placed his rough and calloused hands on my cheeks. One on each side, smearing in the tears that soaked my face. Holding my head in his strong grip, the head of his cock pressed against my sealed lips, pushing just enough to force the head of his cock against my teeth. Should I have bitten him? Not if I wanted to see the light of another day. I was fully confident that my mother would have allowed him to destroy me right there in front of everyone.

“Open your mouth, kitten,” he said.

This was the moment that I knew my parents transferred ownership over to this man. Sure, I was old enough to make my own choices, but I didn’t. My mouth opened and inch by inch that beast of a cock pushed across my tongue, stopping the second he reached my throat opening.

“You are not allowed to gag, bite, or choke. You will swallow my cock and hold it until I say stop. If you do any of the above you will not enjoy the end results,” he warned.

I knew by his tone and the way his eyes bore into my soul to not test this theory. My mouth opened wider, and when he pushed into my throat, I cried as every inch buried into my throat. I did not gag, choke, or bite, but there were a few seconds there that I thought I would suffocate. Sucking cock is a learning curve. You either do it, or you fail. I didn’t fail.

Never once did his hips move. His hands still on the cheeks, he used my mouth like a cock sleeve, pulling back and pounding back into my throat. His balls hit my chin with a round of applause each time he hit the homerun and stretched my throat open. I heard the grunting from above, but when he held my head down, his cock not pulling back, my stomach claimed the first prize. A pipe busted and my mouth overflowed with the sweetest cream. My first taste of cum intoxicated me with a burst of amazing flavor. If that wasn’t enough, the clapping that pulsated in my ears let me know that I was now his kitten, and he would take possession of me that night. I moved out of my house that night, but my training was just beginning. Daddy is showing his kitten how to purr.

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You’re not my family, so why do I call you daddy?

Daddy, Papi, Father, why? Why call a man these names if he’s not related to you? For many people, it is a term of endearment when speaking to an older man. For others, though, it rolls off the tongue in a river of taboo secrets.

The daddy kink’s often not understood. When I call a lover “Daddy”, I am not referring to my biological father. For some, me included, the term refers to a dominate older man. I have always considered myself a submissive female, and in many of my relationships, that has worked. For others, they just don’t understand that I am not being incestual when calling them by that name. Sadly, that is why many people today wait until they are behind the security of a closed door to let their inner daddy’s little girl out to play.

On the other end of the spectrum, there is another group of people who indulge in the fetish of dd/dlg. For those that don’t know what that means, Daddy’s daughter/ Daddy’s little girl. That one opens another can of worms by introducing ageplay into the taboo game. There is something so filthy about an adult regressing back into the days of innocent. Promise not to tell? I love this little roleplay game. Giving yourself to a Domme Daddy has always interested me. It might be where my Submissive Kitten fetish started.

We’ve only touched on a few of the reasons the term Daddy’s used. I will go deeper into the fetishes in the coming blogs, but remember one thing, just because you don’t understand, doesn’t mean it’s wrong. It’s just different. Never judge a book by the cover if you’re not allowing anyone to read your own personal chapters.

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