“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 blossoming in me.     

“Morning, Daddy,” I finally managed as he strode in, taking a moment to part the curtains and let the morning light illuminate my bedroom. The soft pink walls. The unkempt unicorn quilt and dented pillows. My bookshelves, full of books and cute knick-knacks and childish tchotchkes that had been gifts.  Me.  

I stretched, yawning as I raised my hands above in the air, before realizing with a start that he could see my small tits through the diaphanous white nighty. Blushing, I covered myself, suddenly bashful. It wasn’t like Daddy hadn’t seen them before but I suddenly felt self-conscious.  

A smile played on his face as he gazed down before settling on the edge of my bed, fondly mussing my already tangled blonde hair with one hand.

“Today’s your special day, Princess. Mommy said she would make blueberry pancakes if you want.  Would you like that?”

I sat up straighter, still hiding my small tits, nodding bashfully.  

“And then maybe open presents?” I asked, giving him my best wide-eyed and innocent little girl look.

 “I don’t see why not,” he said, looking amused.  “As long as you’re a good girl.”

“I will be, Daddy. I promise!”

Despite finding it hard to wake up sometimes, I usually enjoyed mornings. That’s when daddy would pick out my wardrobe and dress me, giving me subtle, or not so subtle, hints of how my day would be.

I watched him from my bed as he slid open the closet door and perused my wardrobe.

“It’s a nice day out,” he murmured. I wasn’t sure if he was addressing me or speaking to himself, so I simply watched, enjoying the sight of his broad back and his nice bottom as he carefully pushed hangers aside, perusing his choices.

“I think this will look pretty on you,” he announced, picking out one of my dresses.  Snow white with a blue flower print. There was a royal blue ribbon-like sash that tied around the waist and the shoulder straps were also bright blue ribbons.  I wonder if he remembered that I had picked it out myself, thinking it made me look elegant. Or that I had panties and a bra that matched it perfectly in my dresser drawer.

“Don’t you think this will look perfect on you, Little One?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I agreed enthusiastically.

“Why don’t you try it on for me?”

“Turn around. Please?” I asked in my best little girl voice before chewing nervously on my lower lip, hoping Daddy would indulge me. Sometimes he did. And sometimes he simply crossed his arms and looked stern and gave me a little lecture about me forgetting who was in charge. I found myself trembling and holding my breath as he looked me over thoughtfully, his expression impossible to read. And then his lips quirked up. Not quite a smile, but close enough for me to exhale, knowing that he was going to allow me to have my way.

He turned, giving me a modicum of privacy as he held it out behind him. Slipping quickly from my bed, I disrobed, tossing my nightie on the covers before hurrying over and pulling the dress from his fingers, half expecting Daddy to tighten his grip and withhold it teasingly from me. Thankfully, he didn’t.

“Thank you,” I whispered. One thing that I had learned over the past year was that He expected me to be polite and respectful towards Him and Mommy. No matter what, I should always remember my pleases and thank yous.

“Good girl,” Daddy replied, and I felt like a small bubble of joy burst inside of me.  Feeling suddenly light, I practically danced over to my dresser and pulled the middle drawer open.

“Becky?”

Daddy’s voice was quiet, but firm. I recognized that voice. Not the one that he used when he was indulging me. The one he used when He wanted me to stop what I was doing and pay attention.

“Yes, Daddy?”

“Did I say you could put on undies?”

“No, Daddy,” I said, chastened as I held still, staring down at my pretty pink toenails planted on the lush white carpet of my room. I sighed a little. I really loved how they looked under my dress. Not only that, but the material was thin and, in the right light, it was possible to tell that I wasn’t wearing anything under it. What if we had guests over! It being my birthday, I decided to risk it.

“Can I, though? Please? I promise to be extra good for you and Mommy. Cross my heart.”

My eyes widened as Daddy turned, looking me up and down, the lust in his eyes reminding me I was still naked. He focused his gaze on my small tits and pointy rosebud nipples, then on my smooth mound and puffy lips, stroking his strong chin thoughtfully.

I held on to hope, frozen in place, watching him through my lashes, not brave enough to meet his stare directly as he raised his chin.

“Rebecca?” His voice sounded like steel.

“Yes, Daddy?” My voice was so soft I wasn’t sure if he even heard it at first.

“Be a good girl and do what Daddy tells you. I don’t want to hear another word about it from you.  Do you understand?”

Pressing my lips closed, I nodded, not daring even the softest peep.

“Now get dressed and then come downstairs to breakfast. Mommy will be wondering what’s taking you so long.”

Absently, I stood in front of the mirror and stared at my reflection. I was cute. Pretty even. I slipped the sundress Daddy had picked out over my arms and head and let it slide down over me. It barely covered my bottom. If I was to bend over, or sit down, or if a strong breeze came along. I’d be exposed if we went anywhere outside the house today. It would be bad enough if someone saw my panties, but since I wasn’t allowed to wear any…

I felt myself getting wet at the thought.

I tried not to think about it too much. After all, Daddy always knew best and Daddy said I wasn’t to wear undies today. Taking a deep breath, I went downstairs, the carpet feeling nice against the soles of my feet. After breakfast, He’d brush my hair and decorate me with ribbons. That always calmed me. And then there would be presents wrapped in pretty wrapping paper and colourful ribbons and bows.

Mommy greeted me with a smile, her voice cheerful as she set a plate on the table in front of my usual chair before kissing me playfully.  She looked nice. She always looked nice. She was wearing a bright orange dress and a plain white apron with ruffled edges. Unlike me, Mommy had nice tits. The kind that men liked to stare at. I felt a pang of jealousy for a brief moment as I hugged her, enjoying the feeling of them pressed against me as she kissed the top of my head fondly.  

“Good morning, baby girl. Happy birthday.  Sit. I made your favourite.”

“Blueberry pancakes!” I announced excitedly as I sat down at the breakfast table, tugging at my dress to make sure my bottom was covered before placing my cloth napkin on my lap like Daddy had taught me.

Mommy set the plate in front of me and then two more, one in front of Daddy’s chair and one in front of Hers. When everyone was seated, I was finally able to eat. It was very yummy and there wasn’t a single crumb left on my plate when I was done.  Afterwards, Daddy took me upstairs to my room and brushed my hair tenderly while I sat on his lap and then he tied my hair into twin pigtails with blue ribbons before declaring I was the prettiest girl in the entire world.  

“Would you like to open some presents, Little One?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please?”  

“That’s my good girl,” He said, pushing me gently off of his lap.  “Let’s go in the living room and see what the birthday fairy brought you.”

Giggling, I planted a kiss on his mouth, perhaps letting it linger longer than was proper, as I stood there, between his spread thighs, sighing as he fondled my bottom beneath my dress. And then, too soon, he smiled and turned me around, swatting my bottom playfully.

“Off with you, Little One,” he growled playfully.  “Before Daddy decides to rip your dress off and ravage you.”

A little breathless at the thought, I scampered from my bedroom, blushing a little as I skipped downstairs and opened the elegant French doors that led into the living room, stopping suddenly, my eyes wide with surprise.

It looked very festive.  Someone had put a lot of effort into decorating. Streamers and balloons filled the room.  A banner hung on one wall. ‘Happy Birthday Becky’ had been written in big block letters in all the colours of the rainbow.  Below it was a cake under glass, adorned with candles and blue icing.  And, of course, there were presents in pretty wrapping paper and ribbons and bows. Not only that but leaning against the sofa was a giant lavender stuffed bear!

“Happy Birthday, Little one,” Daddy said, mussing my hair playfully with his fingers as I eyed the bear with astonishment.

“For me?” I whispered reverently.

“For you, Baby Girl,” Mommy replied, coming in behind us.  “Do you like him?”

“He’s beautiful,” I whispered, my voice so soft I wasn’t sure they heard me.

Ignoring the presents, I walked over to him, and knelt at his feet, running my fingers over one of his soft and fluffy legs.

“Does he have a name?”

“We thought you would like to name him, princess.”

I thought for a while, names rolling around my thoughts, dismissing them as fast as they came until I finally settled on one.

“Anderson Bumblebee Bear. Crown Prince of Cumberland.”

I was rewarded with laughter and smiles. I loved hearing Daddy and Mommy laugh. It was one of the most beautiful sounds in the world.

“Andy for short,” I added.

“Andy it is,” Mommy agreed, kneeling beside me and kissing the side of my head, before delivering a whispered message. “Andy has a secret he’d like to share after you’ve opened your presents.”

Mommy and Daddy liked to spoil me.  By the time I had gotten to the last present, I had quite a collection of pretty clothing.  There were three different bra and panty sets.  One was blue with cartoon bunnies on them. Another was red with white polka dots. And the third was white with little pink and red hearts.

Another box held a pair of black panties that had ‘Daddy’s Girl’  printed on the front in pink glitter. I squealed when I saw them.  I suddenly had this image of Daddy walking into my room. I would be lying on my bed, naked except for those panties and he would go crazy seeing them on me and pin me down and fuck me until I screamed.  Just the thought of it had me blushing and I could feel a trickle of honey dripping from my bald little cunny.

More presents followed.  I held up a pair of fluffy fleece thigh-length over-the-knee socks. White with pink paw prints all over them. There was a second pair, the colours reversed.

“They are so cute! Thank you!” I said, beaming. “I can’t wait to try them on for you!”

There was a very cute blue romper with bunnies and flowers decorating it. And a sheer blue lace baby doll that me smile shyly as I imagined modeling it for Daddy later. Several frilly pairs of girlish panties and matching bralettes that made me giggle with joy.

And then we were down to two.

“Open this one first, little one,” Mommy told me, placing a rectangular box on my lap. I opened it carefully, like I had all my presents, untying the neatly tied ribbon and setting it aside and then neatly unwrapping the box, careful not to tear the paper, revealing a plan white cardboard box. Inside of which as a very large pretend penis. It was lavender and the end was bent slightly. It also has a large threaded bolt sticking out of the bottom end.

Without a word, Mommy took it from my hands and reached for Anderson’s tummy.

“Had him made special, little one. See?”

There was a panel between his legs that unsnapped, revealing a hole. Like the dildo, it was threaded. While I watched, He lined up the bolt and screwed it in, giving him a boner.

“Be fun to watch you fuck him,” Daddy commented.

Speechless, my head full of dirty images, I simply nodded, wondering how soon I would get the chance, blushing when I realized I’d started rubbing my thighs together at the thought.

“One more. And then, if you want, you can play with your new toy.”

Nervously, I eyed the last present. The last one was usually the special one.

“Go ahead, princess.”

This time, I couldn’t contain my excitement and accidentally tore the wrapping paper. I was a little sad about that. It had been wrapped in pretty pink Hello Kitty paper, but got over it as soon as I saw what was inside.

The chain itself was beautiful. Delicate-looking silver links. But it was the pendant itself which brought a tear to my eye. A single silver ring in which was suspended a small heart-shaped sapphire.  My breath caught as I looked closer, afraid to touch it. 

“It’s beautiful,” I managed, a little overcome.

“Not as beautiful as you, little one,” Mommy said, combing her fingers tenderly through my hair.

“I will never ever ever take it off,” I declared solemnly.

Daddy chuckled at that.

“No, you won’t. Listen carefully, Becky.”

Noting the serious tone in his voice, I turned to face him, paying careful attention to his words.

“It has a forever lock on it. Once it’s on, it’s on forever. Or at least as long as you are with us. It only comes off if you decide to leave us. The only way to remove it will be to cut the chain.”

“Why would I ever do that, Daddy?” I felt a sudden tremor of uncertainty in the back of my thoughts of life without them.  I was the happiest I’d ever been, living under Daddy’s roof as their little girl.

“One day you might meet someone or decide that this is not the life you want to live or any number of things.”

I made a rude noise that made him laugh out loud.

“I’m serious. One day you might decide to grow up and be a big girl.”

“I tried that, Daddy. I didn’t like it. I want to be your little one forever.”

This time, He simply nodded, looking at me thoughtfully for a few moments until I started to squirm nervously under His scrutiny.

“You sure?” Mommy asked gently. I could almost feel the love radiating from her, calming me.

“Please?”

“Turn around, Princess,” Daddy said tenderly.

Silently, I turned, holding my breath as he put the chain around my throat. In my imagination, it burned, marking me indelibly. I took a deep breath as he carefully clasped it, my pulse racing and as my heart pounded against my ribs. I don’t think it actually made a sound, but in my mind it was the loudest noise I’d ever experienced.

“There. It’s done. Feel any different?”

I did. And didn’t. Maybe I would later. Right now, I just felt an overwhelming joy bubbling up inside me.

Unable to find any word that made sense, I simply shrugged and then giggled girlishly, clapping delightedly.  “This is the best birthday ever.”

Mommy pulled me close and kissed me. And then Daddy did the same. It suddenly felt official. I was theirs. I felt like I might start crying at any moment.  Thankfully, Daddy decided to change the mood in the room.

“Now take off your dress for me, little one.”

He stood, offering his hand to help me off the floor. Once again, I got a case of the shys, making sure that my dress was covering my naked cunny as I got to my feet. I couldn’t help laugh at myself, since I’d soon be naked from head to toe.

I waited until Mommy and Daddy took a seat on the couch before undressing. I wanted to do a striptease like the kind you’d see in a club, but in the end, I simply untied my sash and lifted my dress up over my head and dropped it, clasping my hands behind my back so I wouldn’t try to cover myself. I knew, by their reactions, that I was blushing as they looked me over. My nipples were so pointy that they ached. I felt my pussy clench with desire as I stood there, toes curling into the carpet, on display.

Part of me, a stray though, wanted to reach up and touch the deep blue stone resting against the hollow of my throat to reassure myself that it was real. Somehow I resisted.

“She looks so sweet and innocent, doesn’t she, Daddy?”

“Like an angel. Our little angel. Why don’t you come sit on Daddy’s lap, angel?”

“I’ll make a mess,” I murmured, blushing even harder, if that was possible.

“Daddy doesn’t mind.”

He patted his lap and looked at me expectantly until I climbed onto his lap, straddling his legs so I could face him.

He kissed me. It was deceptively tender. And then he touched my new jewelry and I felt myself melting and going floaty…

The first time this had happened I’d been scared.  It felt like I’d been drugged or something and I’d used my safe word. Afterwards, Daddy explained subspace to me and I stopped being scared and started to look forward to slipping into it. It felt life being wrapped in euphoria. The more I experienced it, the more I longed for it until it had almost become an obsession.

Daddy began to paw at me gently, groping and kneading my tits and tugging on my aching nipples, making me gasp softly. It hurt a little, but my body responded to the pain and I started to rub my wet cunny on his thighs.

I felt Mummy’s nails raking down my bare back, along my spine, making me shiver as the floaty feeling grew stronger in me and I began to moan softly, my tongue sliding over his as our kiss grew deeper.

“I think she’s ready,” Mommy murmured as she ran her nails over my bottom hard enough to make my flesh burn.

“Ready for what?” I wondered out loud, breathless, unable to stop from grinding my wet cunny against Daddy’s boner.

“Ready for Andy, baby girl.”

I suddenly found myself being lifted, Daddy’s powerful hands cinching my narrow waist, standing me up before him.  Uncertain of what was going to happen, I just stood there until Mommy took my hand and led me over to the giant stuffed bear with the very large boner protruding into the air.

“Mount him.”

I stared at him. His bear cock was big. Bigger than Daddy’s. Even though my cunny was wet and receptive, it was daunting to imagine it in me. Reminding myself that I was a good girl, I took a deep breath and lowered myself onto him. Onto it, guiding the lavender bear cock into my cunny until it was seated deep inside. The way it was bent, I could feel it pressing against my special spot, exciting me even more.

“You are so cute. I need a picture.”

Twisting my head, I could see them both standing behind me, Daddy watching intently as Mommy took a couple of shots with her phone, capturing the moment. Briefly, I wondered who she’d be sharing it with…

“You remember the rules, little one?”

I lost the thought as Daddy squatted beside me and lay down lengths of thick blue ribbons on the floor and Mommy knelt on the other side. I began to pant softly, having a good idea of what was about to happen.  

“Good girls stay still until they are told differently, Daddy,” I responded meekly.

“That’s right. And you’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

“I am,” I whispered, quivering with excitement as He took my ankle and bent my leg back until my heel was pressed against the back of my thigh. Then, he started binding them together, making a tight figure eight around them.

Mommy did the same, leaving my knees buried in the carpet while gravity pulled me down, forcing the cock a fraction deeper into my tight little fuck hole.

Next, they guided my arms upwards so that my wrists were behind Andy’s neck, binding them tightly together.

“Two more.”

Two last loops, this time around my waist and chest, wrapping them in figure eights so that my tummy and my tits were pressed into the Bear’s fluffy lavender fur, trapping me against him before moving back several feet. Mommy, of course, took several more pictures.

“How does that feel, little one?” Daddy asked, running His strong fingers through my hair, petting me tenderly, reinforcing the feeling of subspace in me.

I sighed, enjoying the feel of the bear against me, his fur soft and lush against my skin, tickling a little when I squirmed. My knees ached a little with my weight on them, but I didn’t mind so much. The feel of the cock inside me, stretching my tight walls, filling my aching pussy was a little uncomfortable too. Not that I minded. It was a good uncomfortable.

“Really nice, Daddy,” I answered truthfully. “I am feeling a little floaty, too.”

I heard his chuckle, and blushed as he put his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it gently.

“Good. One last thing, and then you can enjoy yourself to your heart’s content.

The world suddenly went away, or at least the light did. I was suddenly enveloped in darkness, a thick blindfold placed over my eyes and laced behind my head. I felt a moment of panic before relaxing again, the rest of my senses growing suddenly sharper.

“Mommy and I have a few things to take care of, Becky, but we’ll be close by. In the meantime, why don’t you see if you can make yourself cum for me? Would you like that?”

“Yes, Daddy. I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too, Little One. Very much. Now enjoy yourself.”

The way he said it sounded like a command, so I settled myself and began to slowly lift myself, using my arms to pull myself up until I could only feel the very tip of the dildo inside of me… and then relaxed, sliding slowly down, impaling myself on it.

It felt so good. The way it was bent made it rub against my special spot. I could feel my cunny juices leaking out all over Andy. His fur felt so good against my nakedness as I relaxed against him, wiggling my hips as best I could and moaning quietly.

Again, I rose. Tied as I was, it wasn’t easy, but the reward was worth it. I could feel saliva building in my mouth. Instead of swallowing, I parted my lips so it could run slowly down my chin.

This time, I held myself as long as I could before sliding down once more. I love the way the ribbons cut into my ankles and thighs. My wrists. My waist and back. Daddy had told me to enjoy myself, so I let myself go, losing myself in the fog of subspace, floating euphorically as I fucked the bear, or perhaps he was fucking me?

I wanted to make it last. It felt so good. So I forced myself to go slow, taking my time, despite the voice in the back of my head that wanted me to just lose control and fuck myself furiously until I climaxed against him. I could feel my pulse racing as warmth spread all over my trembling body.

I began to pant, picking up my pace. Instead of letting gravity dictate, I start to push myself down, forcing it even deeper. Harder. Faster.

I could feel my control slipping. And then, I felt a presence behind me. Fingers sliding through my hair. Not Daddy’s. They were too small.  It must have been Mommy playing with my hair.

I felt my pussy clenching around the thick lavender cock. Andy’s cock… If I leaned forward just right, I could rub my clit against him. It had to be perfect, though.

I was so wet. My clit and my nipples were swollen. I could almost feel the beat of my heart in them as I began to grind on the stuffed bear, my moans getting louder. Fingers suddenly gripped my hair and forced my head back. I felt lips on mine. Her kiss muffled my whimpers. Her breath was warm. I felt her spit hit my tongue and I swallowed it down.

“That’s my good girl.”

Beneath the blindfold, my eyes got big. Her voice was not Mommy’s voice. It was pitched higher and there was the slightest hint of a French accent…

Mia?

I came suddenly. I couldn’t help it. It just hit me like a tidal wave, crashing through me as I fucked myself ferociously on the bear’s cock, slamming down on it harder and harder, feeling myself turn feral with lust until finally I slumped forward, breathless and spent.

Behind me, there was applause…