#daddy babygirl
I dont feel good so I am wearing daddy’s clothes and laying down waiting for him to come home and take care of me :’(
New toys for my new baby space in our daddy baby apt ^w^ :3 all these toys only cost $50! Baby is such a good shopper.
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Tomorrow is the day! I will be reunited wif my daddy fiance after 3 and a half months. And we are going to medieval times. ^w^ :3
When daddy refers to himself as daddy ^w^ :3
Love my bred belly.
Long car drives mean double diapers
Over time, the Daddy & babygirl dynamic can be almost hypnotic, an ingrained Pavlovian conditioning that renders one or both parties almost instinctively slipping into the roles that they enjoy together. Someone close to me called it being ‘little’, a frame of mind that she would slip into whenever the right attitude was applied towards her. It was something incredibly vulnerable, but at the same time, in the right hands, incredibly safe. More than most other D/s I’ve engaged in, having that in the palm of my hand was a moment that was simultaneously highly privileged and extremely intoxicating.
The thing is, over time, these demeanours and attitudes become easier to slip into, and can be sustained for far longer. I suppose there’s a worry that, over time, they might start to become the primary for that person. I’m speculating, but it feels logical.
Would that be such a bad thing? There’s the threat that, should the relationship end for any reason, you’d be left with this huge part of you that’s not fit for the outside world. There’s the worry that it might become too familiar for the Dominant to control, and he could unwittingly abuse it once the realisation of quite how vulnerable you are like that slips from his mind.
On the other hand, it feels like, with the right people, it could be one of the most rewarding relationships possible between two people. You’ve just got to figure out whether it’s worth that risk.
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My daughter was an uncontrollable teen, she was always throwing a bitch tantrum and her mother was just about tired of it so i thought it was a good idea to take her out of the house for a while, have some father daughter time.
Half way through this trip while we were in the hotel having a heart to heart dad-daughter moment she said:
“Daddy i just want to have some fun.”
“Lizzie this is fun, am i not fun enough for you sweetie?”
“Sure dad you are fun to be with and all but……not that fun”
“Ohhh really now?” i said
I started tickling her and and she started to playfully fight me off, before i knew it i was between her legs, i tried pulling away but she held me there and told me that she felt comfortable with me there, i know i should have pulled away but i couldn’t move, paralyzed by my own lust for my daughter and my fast growing cock nudging at her opening.
“Lizzie you don’t have on any panties.” i said shocked
“Dad you are so silly, of-course i don’t. You don’t like my bald pussy?” she said pouting?”
“Oh but i do, if anything a little too much” I gulped making reference to my cock that was now peeking out of my boxers. “But baby we shou….” she cut me off by giving me a full sloppy kiss and i found myself kissing her back.
It wasn’t long after that i was pounding her bent over the balcony for the whole world to see.
“Am…I…Fun…Enough….For…You…Now…..? Hmm baby girl?” i asked as i sank balls deep on every stroke, all that came from her was “oh god. oh god. oh gawwwwwwwwwwd”
After her third orgasm i stripped her down threw her on the bed and fucked her hard and fast until felt that familiar tingle in in my balls.
“Baby i am am about to cum.”
“Yes!! Yes!! Yes!!” she said hitting number four.
“Oh fuck!! You on the pill right princess?”
“Yes!! Yes!! Oh gawd yes!!”
“HERE IT COMES BABY, UHHHHHHH UH H UGH OHHHH”
Her womb sucked it all in and i felt my body going numb, fucking ‘A’, i thought before slumping over her and kissing her neck. we definitely fucked the rest of the trip and all of that sperm went right up in her safety deposit box, and she accepted every drop with an orgasm.
When we went home she is went home as daddy’s litle angel, no more tantrums or outbursts, she was always wearing a smile and my wife was thrilled. She often whispers
“Honey whatever you are doing for her please continue, it is working.”
I would just smile and try to hide my fast approaching hard on. I have no intention to stop. Well there is one complication, my baby girl was not on the pill and soon she started showing, i hope my wife don’t calculate the conception or i am fucked.
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