I’d been sitting cross-legged on the floor in a pastel pink lace bra and matching panties, a thin pink ribbon around my throat like a collar when he came in. I quickly closed up my laptop, not wanting him to see what I was looking at. Pictures of pretty coloured ribbons… There was a game Daddy liked to play. He’d tell me to lie still while he decorated me with ribbons. Sometimes he just tied my hair up in them. Or tied on...

“Good morning, sleepy head.” I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and sat up, slowly focusing on Daddy standing in the doorway, dressed in a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and nothing else. He looked good. Really good. I realized with a start that I was staring at the obvious bulge at his crotch. And that I was breathing a little too fast. I knew I should stop, but I couldn’t seem to control myself. I felt the heat of arousal bl...