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 one around my throat. Other times he wrapped me up from head to toe. It was always how he felt at that moment. Playful. Loving. Stern. Horny. Cruel. And so on and so on.  

Sometimes he’d bind me so that it would be easy to escape. Or at least get one of my hands loose. Other times it would be so tight that no matter how I struggled, I’d be trapped, unable to free myself.  

After a while I started figuring out that different colours had different meanings. That they fit his mood. At first I’d thought it was random. When I told him this he looked so proud of me that I almost wept. The next day he let me pick out my favourite outfit, a cute yellow sundress that showed off my legs and a pair of white cotton panties with daisies on them, and then we went out for ice cream. Just the two of us. Of course, he’d used yellow ribbon to put my hair up in pigtails first. Ever since I had given myself to him and Mommy I’d not gone a day without wearing ribbons.

“Do you know what next weekend is, Little One?”

He almost always called me Little One in private. Or sometimes Baby Girl.  In public, I was still Becky or Rebecca, depending on his mood, but behind doors I was his Little One.

“Yes, Daddy,” I replied shyly, pleased that he hadn’t forgotten. Next Saturday was my twentieth birthday. Not that I looked like I was 20. One of the things Daddy loved about me was that I looked younger than my age. I was petite, as he liked to say, and my tits weren’t fully developed like Mommy’s. When he dressed me up like a little girl I looked the part enough to fool casual onlookers into thinking he was really my daddy and that we were enjoying some father-daughter time. I even acted the part. Usually I was well behaved, but occasionally I’d act bratty, knowing that I’d be punished for it once we got home again. Sometimes I didn’t mind. Some of Daddy’s punishments were fun, like when he put me over his lap and spanked me or when he made me watch him fuck Mommy and play without cumming. That one was hard but I always knew he’d not be able to resist fucking me once he was hard again.

And then there were the bad punishments, which I don’t even like to think about. The ones I didn’t like as much, or at least I told myself I didn’t, despite sometimes waking up in the middle of the night thinking about them, my panties soaked and leaving a wet spot on my sheets…

I pushed the thought from my mind, feeling the warmth in my cheeks as I blushed at the thought. I could tell by his smile and the glint in his eyes that he knew I was thinking naughty thoughts that were making my panties wet.

I realized suddenly that I’d never actually answered his question!

“My birthday!” I exclaimed.

His smile got even bigger.

“I thought we should do something special to celebrate it. A party for my Little One. Would you like that?”

“Maybe,” I said, my voice going quiet as I remembered that last time we’d had a party. He’d invited several couples over and I’d been used very roughly…

Daddy sat down on my bed next to me and patted his lap. Obediently, I moved over and sat on it, my legs straddling his, my back to him, wiggling as I got comfortable as he reached over to my nightstand and picked up my hair brush and started gently brushing the tangles out of my long blonde tresses, humming softly.

I hadn’t always been his Little One. Once upon a time I had been Becky Kinney from a small town north of Toronto working as a cashier at Home Hardware and living at home. But then I’d met Daddy and Mommy while out clubbing one night and they’d taken me home and given me a wild night to remember; the first of many. One morning, after a very intense night, they’d asked me if I wanted to be their Daughter. I’d laughed at first but then it had turned into a conversation, and I’d agreed to give it a try. That had been almost two years ago.

“Maybe?” he teased, pausing in his strokes as he kissed the back of my head. “That doesn’t sound very enthusiastic, Rebecca.”

He almost never called my Rebecca at home. Not unless I was in trouble. I stiffened, hearing a hint of displeasure in his voice. I hated disappointing him.

“Would there be a cake and balloons?” I asked, cautiously.

“There would. And games. And Mommy will dress you up like a princess for all the guests to admire.”

I cast a glance at my closet doors. Mommy and Daddy had picked out most of my clothes.  And paid for the ones that I had. Mostly dresses and skirts, and blouses, many of them more appropriate for someone in their teens. Or younger.  My dresser was the same. Cute and colourful panties and bras, and nighties.  It hadn’t taken them long to replace everything I’d owned before I’d met them.

I let my gaze drift as Daddy continued to brush my hair, letting out a soft sigh. I had learned to enjoy being occasionally pampered.

My room mirrored my closet. The walls were a soft pink. My twin-sized bed was made up with a lavender comforter decorated with unicorns and rainbows and matching pillow cases.  Several stuffed animals – Bunny, Kitty Kat, and my favourite, Gilbert Bear  - were propped up against the metal bars of my footboard. It had been painted white.  There was a matching headboard. Sometimes Daddy would tie me down, using braided ribbon laced through the bars to secure me when he was feeling especially cruel.

“Is Gilbert invited?”

“Of course Gilbert is invited,” Daddy said, chuckling, knowing that Gilbert helped calm me at social events or when we left the house. I’d had Gilbert since I was very little and we were often inseparable, especially since I had embraced my role as their Little.

I leaned back, enjoying the feel of his chest against my shoulders. Daddy took pride in keeping fit and not going soft as other men his age. Not that he was that old. A few years past 40.  Twice my age.

“I need to talk over plans with Mommy. Can you keep yourself entertained until dinnertime?”

“Can I give myself an orgasm? Please?”

“Not today. Maybe, if you’re a good girl, Daddy will make you cum before bedtime.”

I looked at the clock and nodded, holding in a sigh. That would give me nearly two hours to keep myself busy. Two hours to behave. One of the first things that Daddy had done when I’d moved in had been to impose a set of rules. One of them was that, although I was allowed to touch myself as much as I wanted, I was not allowed to make myself cum  without permission. I could ask, but if he said no, then I had to abide by his decision. That didn’t mean I wasn’t allowed to pout when he told me ‘no’.

I took full advantage of that loophole, much to his amusement as he playfully pushed me off. Glancing at his lap, I giggled a little, seeing the effects of my naked pussy nestled against him; a damp spot on his tented jeans.

“Behave,” he admonished, looking back at me from the doorway. I didn’t have an actual door. It had been removed, leaving me no privacy and giving him and Mommy access to my room whenever they wished.

“Yes, Daddy,” I promised in my best imitation of a little girl's voice, blowing him a kiss before he left.

I thought about colouring. I had a box of crayons and plenty of colouring books. Or I could read. I wasn’t allowed to have a television. I did have a laptop so I decided to put on Sabrina Carpenter and read. While I had a lot of picture books, sometimes I wanted something a little more mature…

Story of O had been a present from Mommy. I’d already read it. Several times in fact. It had become one of my favourite books along with The Princess Bride.

Sitting in my bean bag chair, I opened it and was instantly transported to a secluded Chateau near Paris…

“Knock knock.”

I looked up, startled to hear Daddy’s voice. I’d been lost in my book with one hand between my thighs as I played with myself. Embarrassed I quickly unspread my legs, hoping he wouldn’t notice how wet my delicate pink panties were.

“Lose track of time again?”

I giggled softly, feeling the warmth of blush in my cheeks. “Maybe.”

“Dinnertime, baby girl.”

I carefully put the book back on the shelf and stood and took his outstretched hand, and let him lead me downstairs to dinner…

*

Dinner was nice. Pork chops and apple sauce, and veggies. Mommy and Daddy opened a bottle of wine. I wasn’t allowed to drink, so I just had a glass of milk. It was hard not to think of what Daddy had told me earlier. That if I were a good girl he’d let me cum before bedtime. So, of course, I did my best to behave by clearing the table without being asked and doing the dishes while they settled in the living room to watch a movie on the couch.

When I finally joined them, Daddy patted the cushion next to him and scooted over a little, making room for me. I sat between them, hands folded on my lap, legs pressed together and watched. It looked serious. I held back a sigh and prepared to be bored, doing my best not to think of Daddy’s promise. I needed to be a good girl. Not just because of his promise but because of something deep within me, something that he and Mommy had recognized in me when they ‘adopted’ me.

Finally, when it was over and the credits were scrolling down the screen, Daddy unzipped his jeans and freed his semi-erect cock. It was one of the nicer cocks I’d ever seen. Perfectly curved to hit all the right places and the perfect length and thickness to fill me tight.

Mommy put her hand on my bare thigh, causing me to shiver with delight as she leaned over and whispered in my ear, her warm breath feeling like a caress.  

“Suck Daddy’s cock for me, sweetie. Don’t use your hands. Just your mouth.”

I paused long enough to nod, fighting the urge to swallow. I wanted to make sure I had plenty of drool in my mouth for his cock.

Turning, I bent at the waist, scooting my ass closer to Mommy as she guided my head down until my mouth was hovering over his shiny cockhead. It was no longer semi-erect. It was engorged. It twitched eagerly for me.

“That’s a good girl,” she cooed gently, praising me. “Now take it in your mouth like a good girl.”

I took a deep breath, feeling Daddy’s hand cupping my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he gave me a little encouragement. Not that I needed much to release a string of drool from my lips that landed on his cockhead, slowly sliding down. Before it could go too far, he pushed my head down, and I opened for him, engulfing him with my mouth. His cock slid over my tongue, stretching my lips as I sank onto his shaft.

Daddy loved going deep in his little girl’s mouth, and I loved to please him, so I relaxed and let him force himself all the way into me until I felt him in my throat, making it hard for me to breathe, doing my best not to gag, my drool leaking down his cock as he started to fuck my face slowly.

I did my best to take all of him in. When his cock was at its deepest, my nose pressed into his well-trimmed pubes, I could smell Mommy’s pussy and imagined him fucking her while I was reading in my room. I thought of all the times they’d let me watch as they fucked. Sometimes it was very loving and gentle. Other times is was very rough. He’d even tie her down sometimes and do bad things to her. Things that made her scream and cry and beg him to stop, even though she never used her safe word.  The same kind of things he liked to do to me sometimes…

While I was giving Daddy head, I felt Mommy running her fingers over the ribbon around my neck before unclasping my bra and freeing my tits. She reached around me and started playing with my rock-hard nipples, pinching and squeezing them until I started moaning around Daddy’s cock, exciting him even more as he started thrusting violently.

“That’s it, Little One. Suck Daddy’s cock like the dirty little slut you are,” Mommy whispered in my ear. “When he cums I don’t want you to spill a single drop. I want you to swallow it all.”

I could tell Daddy was getting close. I could feel his cock swelling, stretching my lips. I did my best to gasp for breath every time he pulled back a little, but I was feeling a little lightheaded as he forced himself down my throat, grunting as he slammed himself against my face over and over until…

I felt him twitch. This time he didn’t pull out. This time he held my head firmly, his cock shoved down my throat so I couldn’t breathe. I started to panic a little as I felt him spurting, his cum shooting down my throat. Reflexively, I tried to swallow, filling my tummy. It seemed to go on forever until he finally pulled out of me, leaving me panting for breath as cum and drool dripped from his cock.

“Worship Daddy’s cock like a good girl,” Mommy ordered, her voice soft but stern.

Dutifully, I stuck my tongue out and began to kiss and lick his softening cock, taking the head in my mouth and swirling my tongue over it, tasting some of the cum that still clung to it.

“Good girl,” she said, her praise making me beam with pride.

Eventually, Daddy let go of my head and pushed me away with a smile as he ran his hands over my hair, petting me like a dog. I smiled shyly, gazing into his emerald eyes, hoping that he could see the devotion and love I felt for him in mine.

“I love you, Daddy,” I whispered, in case he couldn’t.

“I love you too, Little one. So does Mommy.”

Purring softly, I sighed as he leaned forward and kissed me tenderly and then guided my head to his chest while Mommy wrapped her arms around me and kissed my shoulders.

We stayed like that for a while, my face pressed to his soft cotton tee, enjoying the feel of his chest rising and falling, listening to the faint sound of his beating heart while Mommy caressed and stroked my naked back.

I felt so loved and so cared for. I could have stayed like this forever. But then, Daddy reminded me that I’d earned a special treat.

“Would you like to cum for us, Little One?” he asked, his voice gentle as Mommy helped me sit up straight on the couch.

“Please?” I answered, my voice soft and girlish like I knew he liked it.

He took a moment to put his cock back in his pants, zipping them up. It was still semi-erect and glistening with my drool I noted proudly, stifling a soft giggle as Mommy guided my right leg over hers and then he did the same with my left, leaving me sitting there, spread, revealing my soaking wet panties, much to my embarrassment.

“Go ahead. Pleasure yourself for us.”

Shyly I let my hands drift between my thighs while he teased my hair and she turned my head so that I was facing her and began to kiss me tenderly on my cheeks and brow and mouth as I slipped my fingers into the waistband of my panties and began to slowly stroke my sensitive and already swollen clitty.

“That’s it, baby girl. Make yourself feel good for us.”

I let out a soft moan as I felt his rough hand on my tiny tit. Cupping it and running his thumb over my swollen nipple. I felt a wave of euphoria wash through me and I shuddered with pleasure as I slid my finger between my pussy lips, wetting it before resuming playing with my clit.

“You look so beautiful like this, my little angel,” Mommy said, sounding breathless. I glanced over and realized she was doing the same, her dress pulled up to expose her bald pussy while she played with herself, her juices glistening on her puffy lips.

“Would you like a taste?”

“Yes, please,” I managed breathlessly, my gaze fastened to her dripping wet fingertips as she lifted them to my mouth. Like a good girl, my lips parted for her, my tongue sliding out as she wiped her pussy goo on them, pushing them into my mouth so that I could suck them clean.

Daddy leaned over and began kissing my tit, licking my nipple with his rough, wet tongue. It felt so good, and I responded with a moan, muffled by the fingers filling my mouth. Mommy began using her other hand on her pussy, spreading her legs wider so that I could get a good look while I did the same, my bottom lifting slightly as I arched my back so that I could curl my fingers inside my tight little fuck hole, pushing my slick walls apart, using them like a cock to fuck myself.

I began to pant, the sound punctuated by soft moans of lust, my pulse racing as I began to rock my hips back and forth. I let out a shaky moan as Daddy’s teeth clenched around my nipple. It didn’t hurt. Not yet, but the promise of pain was there, spurring me on to begin pumping my fingers violently into myself, the squelch of my dripping cunt sounding louder than it probably was, so focused was I on what was going on between my thighs.

It didn’t take long before I couldn’t hold back anymore. I was squirming on the couch, fucking myself violently when Daddy bit into me hard, sending me over the edge. I began to buck and thrash so hard he had to hold me down. I could hear Mommy letting out a sob of lust as she began to cum. I could feel her trembling against me as I lost control, my pussy flooding as pain and pleasure mingled.

I slumped back, staring up at the ceiling, breathless, my tit throbbing, enjoying the feel of two sets of hands soothing and caressing me. Eventually, Mommy took me in her arms and cradled me against her, pulling her dress down and guiding my mouth to her breast so I could suckle at her tit. She knew from experience that this usually calmed me after I’d climaxed. I felt like I was floating as I sucked on her nipple, cooing softly like a baby as she stroked my hair and told me how pretty I was and what a good girl I was and how proud of me she was.

We sat there for a while, me in a blissful state, they content to coddle me. Sometimes Daddy wouldn’t be able to control himself at times like this and would use me for his own pleasure afterwards. Tonight, however, he simply took my hand in his and held it comfortingly.

We relaxed like that for a while and I began to drift off a little. At that point, Daddy announced it was time for bed. Gathering me up, he carried me upstairs as if I weighed nothing! Not that I was very heavy, being very petite and standing just over 1.5 metres, but it spoke to his strength that he barely worked up a sweat climbing the stairs with me in his arms, mine draped around his neck, my head nestled against his chest.

We had a ritual for bedtime. He would set me on the edge of my bed and dress me in one of my nightgowns. Tonight it was my sheer pink baby doll and matching panties, which he only put on me after wiping my pussy clean with a damp towel, much to my embarrassment. Mommy and Daddy insisted that I keep my pussy bald so it would be easier to clean. Daddy said it also looked prettier that way. I liked it too, because it felt nice to touch.  

And then he tied my hair into pigtails with ribbons - pink like the one still around my throat - before fluffing up my pillow and telling me to get under the covers. Once I was all covered up, he placed Gilbert in my arms.  

He usually asked me what kind of a story I was in the mood for before turning, kissing me good night and turning off the light. Or sometimes he chose them. Those stories were usually very naughty and sometimes scary. Tonight, however, he let me pick one.

“What would you like to hear tonight, Little One?” he asked.

I clutched Gilbert to my chest and smiled dreamily up at him, before answering shyly.

“Can I have a pirate story?”

Pirate stories were always fun and gave me good dreams. In them I was a princess kidnapped by ruthless pirates who did unspeakable things to me before ransoming me back to my family. Things that she would pretend not to enjoy, but secretly craved.  Just like me.

“Of course you can. Why don’t you get yourself settled while I think of one.”

Smiling sleepily, I did just that, slipping my free hand into my panties and gently rubbing myself, blushing a little when he glanced down with a grin, my movements obvious beneath the covers, his eyes glinting with lust as he began his story.

“Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess named Rebecca…”