Daddy dom Stories

Her sparkling green eyes always caught my attention, but I had never seen arousal in them when she looked at me, til tonight. Her skin-tight mini dress accentuated her gorgeous figure inflaming my heart, body and soul. I needed her, more than her eyes were telling me she needed me. 'Sky, what are you doing here?' I asked, trying to keep my tone level and equal wanting to hide my arousal. 'I've been thinking about your pro...

Her Daddy walked in wearing a suit. He smiled at her and draped his jacket over his shoulder as he crossed the flat languidly. She was wearing a tight black cocktail dress, big black heels, and blood red lipstick. She let out a breathy tune as she begin to sing 'Happy Birthday Mr. President' in a raspy voice while she walked over to him, taking his jacket and handing him a glass of whiskey. He chuckled and pulled her agai...

The girl sat at her Daddy's feet under his desk as he worked away tirelessly. Her arms were wrapped around one of his calves in a soft embrace with her cheek pressed gently against his knee. He let her sit like this only if she promised to be quiet without disturbing him. He had been working for several hours straight, and the girl knew with his workaholic tendencies he was just getting started. She sighed as his fingers...

The girl stood by the door lightly chewing on the nail of her middle finger. She was wearing a low-cut floral sundress accented by a snug fitting white sweater. The dress fanned out and hit just above the knee hugging her frame tighter as it went up to draw attention to her waist and shapely curves. Her legs were adorned with white knee high hose, and her feet were pushed into shiny black mary janes. She felt a bit silly...

This is BDSM story. The characters are in a Daddydom/submissive relationship. It was poker night. Daddy had told me about it before but I had never attended. Tonight was different. Tonight I would be joining Him, along with Mary and Carol. All Daddy told me was that we would be expected to serve His friends in any way they wanted. I don’t know who was more nervous, Mary, Carol or me, especially when Daddy told us to remov...